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Hot Ghouls in your Area 9
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“Good morning!”
Jason winced and moved the phone a little further from his face. “Is this Doctor Fenton?”
“It's one of them! What can I do ya for?” Jack Fenton boomed, just as bombastic as his newsletter made him seem. Jason knew, deep in his heart, that Jack Fenton was indeed the one who had selected green neon bold for his headings and borders.
Angels wept. Jason scrubbed his palm over his eye. This man had no poetry in his soul. “I, uh, had some questions about a ghost. I've read some of your articles and your most recent published paper on the topic.”
“We love ghosts!” Fenton bellowed. “Ask away!”
“Do you know a ghost called Phantom?” Jason tried.
“...Sure do,” Jack Fenton said. “Whatcha need?”
Jason cleared his throat. “It's somewhat complicated,” he said evasively, because he didn't need these people to know he was the Red Hood. Fuck. He should have either gotten his helmet stored away or not given his real name. Phantom knew his face and that his name was Jason. Any information that got around via Phantom might tie his face to his alter ego. If Phantom said he got married to Jason, the Red Hood, that could lead to the end of the Bat family vigilantism.
“...He cause you trouble, sport?”
Jason let out a slight laugh. “You could say that, though it wasn't really his fault,” he admitted. He cast a paranoid eye out the window to be sure no siblings were creeping on him. “No, it's really more that…” Fuck, he should have planned this better. “Is there any information you can give me about how a human could contact him?”
Not that Jason didn't have a phone number for the guy. But it made him very uncomfortable to have any basic knowledge or way to track Phantom down if he decided to leave Jason to whatever was going on.
“I could probably do that,” Jack Fenton said slowly, now sounding like an entirely different human being. “Say, you wouldn't be Jeremy, would you?”
Jason blinked. “...How did you know?” He went with. Phantom had contact with a human guy named Jeremy? That might be his in.
“Oh, well then, you've definitely got to come over,” Dr. Fenton wheedled. It somehow came across as shifty. “You'll be wanting a whole primer on how the Ghost Zone works, won't ya?”
“That would be immensely helpful,” Jason agreed. “But I'd hate to take up your valuable time.”
“Nonsense!” Fenton bellowed. Jason nearly lost his grip on his phone in surprise. “Come over Jeremy, I'm dying to meetcha!”
So, there was a plan. Jason packed for a day trip and dialed up his travel agent.
“Fuck off,” said Tim. “I'm busy. Christ.”
“I need an airplane ticket and a rental bike to Illinois,” Jason continued. He tossed his mostly full bag on the sofa and went digging for the socks he knew he had washed the other night. “I'm going to go see some nerds about my impromptu adventure the other day.”
Tim groaned. That was the first Jason had given any hint at all about what had happened to him when he'd been ‘sacrificed.’ “What nerds?” He asked wearily.
Jason grinned into his sock drawer. Gottem. “Why, do you all know each other?” He asked blithely.
“Do you always antagonize people you want favors from?” Tim whined. A keyboard clacked rapidly in the background. “Jason, I swear to God, you massive bitch. Cut the crap and communicate, or I'm hanging up.”
Jason frowned at his socks and grabbed a random pair. “You don't gotta be like that,” he said sulkily. He slammed the socks into his bag with a very unsatisfying silence. “So, the ritual doohickey sent me to the infinite underworld, I met a guy there actually and we are magically connected because he's who that dumb ritual matched me up to. He doesn't want to be stuck with a human so we are on the same page about breaking this. We started looking for answers and he took me back to Earth since it's not good for humans to be in the green dimension for too long.”
There was silence from the other end of the line for a few seconds. “You're fucking lying,” Tim said.
“Only by leaving things out.” A bit stung, Jason pulled a hand through his hair and accidentally ruined his good hair day.
“What are you leaving out?” Tim rejoined swiftly.
Jason laughed at him. “You think you're getting that kinda information in exchange for plane tickets?” He asked incredulously.
“You are the most annoying person who has ever tried to kill me.”
Ouch. That genuinely stung.
“Fuck off.” Jason slammed the drawers shut.
“I could guess aliens or supernatural off of what you just said.” Tim ignored Jason’s very good point. “Based off of your trip to the Gotham U campus and-”
“Are you still stalking me?” Jason cut him off, incredulous. He scoffed. “Little buddy, you already got my pixie boots, Red Robin costume, and my Dad. What else do you wanna take from me?”
“I think that you were there to assess Daniel Fenton,” Tim ignored him.
Jason was silent for a moment. There was probably no point in pretending that Tim was wrong. “You already knew about the Fenton’s connection to the supernatural.” He was suddenly tired.
“His older sister is an intern at Arkham, she stepped out of line to get a chance to talk to Jeremy Waters.” Tim didn’t seem to notice that the mood had changed. He was caught up on whatever twenty level plan was whirring away internally.
Jason looked at the wall for a moment, not bothering to think about why that name was familiar. “...and that is…?”
“The guy who kidnapped you, keep up,” Tim snarked. “Her supervisor guessed what she was hinting at, shut her down, put a note about it in the private server so there was a paper trail if she turns out to be a collaborator.”
““Private” is a strong word to describe that server.” Jason rubbed at his jawline and hefted his bag out to the bathroom to gather his shaving kit.
“Mmhm,” Tim said blandly. “I bugged her phone. The signal is absurdly bad, unexplainably bad. She doesn’t send a lot of messages, but she had a very suspicious call with Daniel Fenton where, among other things, she hinted she had inside knowledge regarding some kind of local mystery, possibly criminal activity. Her brother accused her of supporting crime.”
Jason groaned. “I’m going to interview their parents.” He checked that the razor blades were stowed away correctly before snapping shut the travel case. Then he noticed that his bathroom mirror could use a wipedown. He left his bag for a moment to dig for the cleaner.
“Probably for the best,” Tim said, definitely misunderstanding his purpose. “They seem…” He trailed off when he couldn’t find an appropriate adjective.
“You should read a book,” Jason said, because he saw an opportunity to be an asshole. “Anyway, I wanna get out to the area tonight and see them in the morning. What’s my flight?” He spritzed the glass and watched his reflection blur. It was oddly comforting to not have to stare at his green eyes.
‘That ghost zone was the same green as the Lazarus Pits,’ Jason thought dully. He didn’t really want to think about it. But he had a pretty good idea why he hadn’t had the reaction to the place that Danny expected a human to have.
“Kon could take you,” Tim said sweetly, which was basically a death threat. It was enough to jar him back to the real world. Kon was still not feeling chill about the Titans Tower scuffle. It probably wasn’t good for him to be so petty, but Jason was not going to be the one to tell baby Superdork that.
Jason winced. “I was thinking more like United.”
Tim snickered.
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Movie Night
Pairing: King Loki x Fem Wife Reader
Summary: Loki and you spend time in your apartment in New York. You want to watch a move but Loki has other ideas.
Warnings: minors don’t interact, explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
It was a well known fact that your husband wasn’t fond of Earth and its occupants. But since you were from Earth, Loki had no choice but to take you there whenever you desired.
Yes, Loki was your husband. Striking and shocking as it was, the infamous yet powerful Norse God was yours.
At first you were so afraid of him. The two of you had met during his chaotic time in New York, amidst aliens and destruction. Your meeting was wild and crazy, and Loki saw you as his enemy. You worked for Stark Industries and tried to stop Loki from destroying the world with the Avengers. Your attempt was pretty pathetic but you had to give it a shot. You couldn't just let someone trash your home without at least trying to intervene.
In the chaos of battle, you got hit by a bullet in the shoulder. Loki could have easily left you, but he didn’t. He took you to Asgard and treated your injuries with their advanced magic and healing concoctions. In a matter of days you were completely healed. All thanks to him. He’d saved you, and that’s when you started seeing parts of him that no one else could.
Loki was a never-ending puzzle, with so many tiny pieces that it seemed impossible to ever see the whole picture. But if there was one thing you had learned about him was his deep craving for affection and care. Beneath the stoic, cold exterior of this God, hid a child seeking love.
You and Loki dated for a year before he insisted on getting married. He was pretty adamant about it, especially after clearing his name and claiming his rightful spot on the throne of Asgard. As the first son, it was his duty, and Thor was more than happy to be the captain of the Asgardian soldiers and play peacemaker with Earth.
So now, you were Queen too. You had responsibilities and daily tasks that sometimes gave you headaches. You were never lonely and Loki always took care of you. But your husband was King, born and bred for the role, when you were just a human who had only ever imagined living in a tiny New York apartment, not glittering kingdoms and palaces.
When you asked Loki for a vacation back home, he agreed. He took you to New York, where you stayed in your old apartment. Loki had bought and completely renovated it. Now, it was an adorable small place with comfy and elegant furniture, a perfect escape from your royal duties.
That night, you chose to stay in and watch a movie while munching on snacks until you were full.
No duties, no attendants or royal meetings.
Just you and your husband.
You had already stocked up on all kinds of chips, chocolate and candy. Loki had just emerged from the shower, wearing a half-open green robe that showed off his muscular chest, still flushed from the heat. He looked even taller and more imposing in your small apartment, his wet raven hair dripping water.
To distract yourself from your lusty thoughts, you went to the living room and lit a candle. You snuggled into the couch, and that’s when Loki strolled in, his musky scent filling the air. He sat down beside you and handed you a glass of wine. Your glasses clinked and you took a few sips of wine and smiled at him, enjoying the rich, fruity taste.
“Good?” He asked.
You grinned. “You have excellent taste.”
“Are you happy?” Loki asked. As much as he grumbled about Midgard, he knew how much you missed your old life. He spoiled you as often as he could.
“Very. Thank you, honey. You are quite possibly the best husband in the whole universe.”
He bent to kiss your neck. “Quite possibly? My dear, I am unequivocally the best. And I can prove it to you.”
You moaned as his lips trailed your neck, dragging your neckline aside to kiss your collarbones. “Loki no.”
“Why not?” He looked up at you like a child who’d been refused his favorite toy.
“You promised we’d watch a movie tonight.”
"I desire to ravish you instead."
You half-laughed. “You ravish me daily.”
“And it appears I am never satisfied. So I crave more.”
“You know, sometimes it’s hard keeping up with your libido,” you muttered as he cupped your breasts over your T-shirt and traced your nipples. “Loki, wait—”
He grumbled and drew back. “You are one merciless woman.”
You kissed his cheek. “I’d like to watch a movie with you. It’s been my dream, being with my boyfriend—”
“Husband,” he corrected.
“Yes, being with my husband and watching a late night movie while eating snacks.”
“I shall indulge you, my wife,” he said, tucking his robe closed and trying to hide his raging erection. He flashed a smile, his white teeth gleaming, and added, “And then,I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
You blushed. Loki often said things like that, completely shameless. “You debauched God,” you muttered.
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “A pleasure, darling.”
Sprawling his long legs, Loki tucked you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You craddled a bowl of chips, snacks, and candy in one arm and the TV remote in the other, browsing movies on Netflix.
“This place is nice, even pretty,” Loki mused as he looked around the renovated apartment. He hadn’t really taken the time to appreciate it before.
“Pretty, huh? I remember you calling it a ‘pathetic hovel’ last time,” you teased, glancing up at him.
“Well… that was a long time ago.”
“So, what do you want to watch tonight?”
He sighed. “Well, if we’re going to waste time with Midgardian entertainment, it might as well be brief.”
“Brief? I guess a movie then.”
“Yes.” He raised an eyebrow. “I have to debauch you after that, remember?”
You nudged him lightly with your elbow. “You know, I think you’re secretly ashamed to enjoy a little human entertainment.”
“No. I’m simply eager to fuck you. That’s one thing I will never lie about.”
“What a rake you are.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “If I must suffer through this, let’s get over with it. Please.”
As it turned out, the movie held Loki’s interest for twenty minutes before he started being mischievous.
Honestly, you expected him to start sooner.
He took a chip and pretended to accidentally drop it in your lap. Then, acting all innocent, he “accidentally” tried to catch it, slipping his hand between your thighs. His fingers brushed against your clothed pussy, but retreated when you sent him a firm look.
Loki resumed watching the movie.
A while later, he cuddled you close and “accidentally” dropped a piece of popcorn down your shirt, between your breasts. You barely held back your grin at his ministrations. He retrieved it and you stopped his groping with a gentle slap of your hand.
“You know,” you started, “for the god of mischief, your way of distracting me is pretty lame.”
He smiled and undeterred, opened his robe. “I’m hot.”
Your eyes strayed from the TV screen because good Gods, he’d opened his robe completely, giving you a good view of his glorious cock. Thick, long and fat, it stood at attention. It throbbed, thick veins running from the head to the base. You bit your lips at the bead of moisture at the head. Loki had a magnificent chiseled body, and his cock was like rest of him, Godly. Devine. Perfect.
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ignore the emptiness inside you. Damn him for using your weakness against you. His green eyes glowed in the dim light, filled with a hunger that promised to have you mewling and begging for his touch.
“Shouldn’t you be watching the movie?” Loki asked, his voice a husky whisper. His cock throbbed from between your bodies, begging for your touch.
You dragged your eyes from his cock and up to his face. “This is not fair.”
“God of mischief.”
In a swift move, he shifted, pushing you against the couch with his body between your legs. You gasped at the feel of him against you. Warm, hard and scented with masculine musk, your husband was irresistible. The movie played in the background, but went completely unnoticed.
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “It’s time for me to have a taste of my Queen. I want my sweet human crying out, her pretty pink pussy clenching around me.”
“Hmm… yes…” you said in between wet kisses. “More, please… Loki…”
With a satisfied hum, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at your pajamas and almost tearing your underwear. He tossed away both of your clothes away as if they offended him until there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. Grasping under your knees, he steered them wide apart, and enjoyed the view. Creamy thighs and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for his attention.
“Look at that,” he drawled, his finger running up and down your drenched slit. “I could scent your desire all this time, my naughty little Queen.”
You opened your mouth to speak but moaned when one thick finger pressed inside. He gathered your wetness and pumped slowly, in and out, in and out, while watching you intently. You squirmed, seeking more, but he kept you still. A second finger entered, curling and rubbing that sensitive spot. You fell back, your toes curling. Licking his lips, Loki added a third, stretching you wide for him while his thumb teased your clit.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, watching at where your cunt squeezed his fingers. “So beautiful.”
“Husband, please.” You gripped his forearms. “Want them faster.”
Loki grinned and obliged, thrusting his fingers in a come hither motion. You rocked against them, panting and whining from overload. He kept his other hand on your inner thigh, keeping you open for him. Thrusting, stroking and playing with you, you came in a matter of seconds. Stars flashed in your vision. You were delirious, floating in clouds of bliss.
Loki retreated from your pussy, licking his fingers that were all wet from your juices. Then growing low, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. Oversensitive, you tried to stop him but couldn’t. Body taut, you threaded your hands through his wet hair, grinding your pussy against his face.
A few more shameless licks and you cried out, shaking, coming apart with long-drawn moans. Loki didn’t stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, sucking the buds deep into his warm mouth.
“My pretty Queen possesses the sweetest taste. Can’t have enough of you.”
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to cup his cock. You pumped him, traced the veins and rubbed the leaky head. Loki hummed, pleased as he licked into your mouth.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and slapped it on your pussy lips. He was heavy and hot. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it was coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
He indulged you and finally surged forward, watching as your small opening was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. He was big, bigger than a human in every way. You always needed some moments to get used to the incredible fullness and stretch.
Even so, you always fit perfectly together.
“Good?” he asked, breathless and aroused.
“Okay, you can move now.”
Nodding, he pulled back, his veined length frothing with your slick before slamming back in. Having him inside you felt glorious. He did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt; he drew back till all his cock was out, then pushed deep, until his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
“Loki,” you whined, not caring how desperate you sounded, “want to touch you.”
He freed your hands and you immediately traced his strong body, trailing your fingers down his neck, chest, nipples and firm ass while he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul. Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and rode higher and higher.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast and you shut your eyes tightly at how intense it was. Loki followed right after you, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of warm cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your the crack of your ass.
With a rumble of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard shaft still within you. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, then suckled your nipples and cupped your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body lax and spent.
“We should watch the rest of the movie now,” he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. “We missed most of it.”
He kissed your head with a grin. “We can watch it again.”
“Oh, now you don’t mind?”
“I think I’m going to relish watching as many movies as you want, darling.”
To prove his point, he gave a shallow thrust—he was still hard and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“That sounds like a threat, husband,” you moaned when he draped your leg over his thigh. “Loki—”
He rubbed the place where you were joined. “I want to play with my Queen’s pussy while we watch the movie.”
You wiggled but he kept you lodged to him. “Loki this is too much.”
He silenced you with a kiss and drew tight circles over your clit. You felt warm magic permeating your pussy and knew that he was healing you. You no longer felt so oversensitive and the stretch of his cock was pleasing, welcoming.
“There,” he dragged his tongue across your neck. “I always take care of my wife.” He kissed your forehead and added, “Now put the movie from the start.”
“Lo—” you didn’t manage to let out another word and whined when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed nipples.
“Loki—”
“The movie, darling,” he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
Loki moved from behind you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. True to his word, he ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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...So once again it's the time of year when I return to this piece of digital art (or its earlier versions), tweak it a little in the attempt to get closer to what I see in my head, and repost it for Pride. (ETA, 3 June 2024: image tweaked a little bit more via late-night re-render because the upholstery wasn't rendering correctly, and as a result the kitty sort of vanished. Which would not be at all her style...)
At the moment I'm looking at These Two Idiots (for so they are) and considering with the usual bemusement how long I've been working with them. Of all the characters I've worked with in print, the only ones I've known longer would be the crew of NCC-1701—and very shortly now, for the first time as paid writing, a couple of gentlemen named Holmes and Watson.
I first "met" these guys in late 1970 in the form of the fellow college students on whom they'd be based: a couple of gents (not gay, as it happens) who were friends to me when I needed some. They were a tall dark guy and a short blond one with a mustache that came and went... so that, not even knowing the word "trope" at the time, I fell headfirst into one.
Less than a year after I met them, I changed educational tracks and schools, and we all drifted apart. But something about them stuck. The nature and depth of their friendship was unusual. So was one way it manifested itself: in ruthless snark that had no meanness or cruelty about it whatsoever—just affection.
In the late sixties I'd begun writing some very derivative fic strongly influenced by Tolkien. Rather to my surprise, though, as I started nursing school in 1971, the nature of that fiction started to change, and began rearranging itself around two characters who had a friendship like those of my college friends. With them as its core, a rather different kind of medieval-ish fantasy world started knitting itself together from various scraps of themes and imagery lying around in the back of my brain.
Even so early in the construction phases of this world, something the characters quickly made plain to me in the writing was that their relationships with one another were not what mainstream 1970s culture would consider conventional. They were gay... but that was a background issue,* and not at all the most important thing in their lives. They had far more important business to deal with—as became clear as their personalities and priorities started filling themselves out in the foreground.
One of them turned out to be the deliberate, analytical, methodical son of a provincial nobleman, all too aware of the expectations of those around him: that he might well eventually wind up running that province himself. Yet at the same time he also became aware that he had other problems, chief among them the discovery of a nascent power that would kill him young if he couldn't master it. And in the last thousand years, no one of his gender ever had.
The other presented himself more and more clearly as a difficult case: someone who wanted very much to be good at the family business, but wasn't... and knew it. Kind of a screw-up, repeatedly doing the wrong things for what he was sure were the right reasons. Yet, no matter how often he screwed up, he was also the kind of person who keeps picking himself up and trying again, because he's been told over and over that that's what people like him have to do: otherwise they're no use to anybody.
Imagine my shock when I realized that these two men—initially canonically enemies in their adolescence, then best friends as they grew, and eventually much more—were the (incomplete) answer to the question I'd once asked my Mom at the end of the bedtime reading of some fairy tale or other: "Why can't a prince rescue another prince?" Because one of them got himself more than once into situations where he really needed one kind or another of rescuing. The other one obliged him, while once or twice getting rescued himself. Those interlocking patterns started to solidify out of concept and into character detail and plot, while their world grew and proliferated into its own detail around them.
Then, without warning, in 1978 both world and characters decided they were ready to get real. I was abruptly dragged gasping and flailing under the surface of a novel that would begin the tale of what those two characters had yet to become. The period it took to produce that first draft was possibly the most interesting six weeks of my life... and that includes the six weeks during which I first scrubbed in on brain surgery. Day and night, for days at a time, I barely even existed except as something for a novel to come out of. When it was done with me, it just as abruptly dumped me back into my life and wandered away, leaving me staring around, blinking and wondering if anybody’d got the number of that truck. Nothing like it has ever happened to me since, which may be just as well. I’m none too sure that these days I could handle the strain.
The book—which sold a couple of weeks after it landed on its first publisher's desk—kicked off my career as novelist and screenwriter, and in its way proved that the world was at least somewhat ready for epic fantasy in which the basic culture was pansexual, polyamorous, and inclusive in ways that hadn't been attempted before.
So I owe them a debt, those two gentlemen up there: the tall dark curly-haired guy with the amateur strategist's mind, the blacksmith's shoulders, and the peculiar sword, his background thought always nibbling away at the question of how to heal the world's wounds: and the short fair gent who if he could would stay at home, live quietly in town, and work in the local library... except for when saving the world (or his found family) requires him to subsume his being into that of his ancestral demigod. Due to the success of the book in which they made their debut, these two became, in their way, the fairy† godfathers of the Young Wizards—and additionally enabled all that Star Trek fanfic I'd started writing a decade before to proceed to its logical conclusion.
More to the point, though, a lot of people in the 1980s and '90s who'd never seen queer representation in a fantasy novel, found it first, or at last, while following Herewiss and Freelorn down their road. It's been my pleasure to hold that space for new readers, and keep adding to it... because (if you ask me) it's needed more now than ever.
So, to the readership of the Middle Kingdoms works—now pushing half a century old—and everybody else who's celebrating the season: happy Pride!
*Not least because everybody else in their world is (at least potentially) some shade of queer, including God.
†(snicker)
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Pour some sugar on me- Eddie Munson x fem reader x fem OC feat. Steve Harrington
Featuring Steve Harrington
summary- You and your friend Luna are back from vacation in Florida and going back to your now home upstate until your car breaks down in Hawkins Indiana. Thankfully mechanic Eddie is there to save the day. When you can't afford to pay him you can return the favor in other ways. (Reader knew Eddie in high school. Reader, friend, and Eddie are all in their 30s.) There is an appearance from Steve near the end and a sexy time with him.
warnings: NSFW lesbian sex, eating pussy, car sex, p in v vaginal sex, protected sex, threesome (all with Eddie). Double blowjob (with Steve).
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The trip to Florida was amazing- the beach every day, sun tanning, nightclubs, drinking, getting high, and lots of time at the private pools. When you get to the Indiana state border, your car breaks down. Your good friend Luna, being there at least, made it so that you wouldn't have to deal with this alone. You had to stop by a mechanic shop and soon.
You never thought you would be back in Hawkins, Indiana, once again the town you hated. You were the popular girl at Hawkins High School, yet you hated it. Your best friend was also popular, but the first chance you had to go away to college in Chicago, you left and never looked back. The only thing you missed was Eddie.
Eddie was in town hopefully because you wanted to see him at least. In high school, you bought the best weed ever from him. Corroded Coffin always put on the best shows at the Hideout and you were so happy to have him as a friend. Unfortunately, you lost touch but something told you as you drove through town and saw flyers of Corroded Coffin and a show they had upcoming soon; you were more than ready to see him again.
Pulling into a nearby mechanic station at Hawkins city limits, you were glad it was open. It was 5 in the afternoon, and even though it was summer; it was a Sunday, and the shop was thankfully, open. When you pulled your SUV up to the station, you noticed Eddie instantly. He was wearing his denim Dio vest, ripped black jeans, and curly long brown locks of hair along with tattoos you recognized- it was Eddie Munson.
As soon as he pulled his head from the hood, you knew it was him. Eddie waved to you as you parked with a big smile on his face. Getting out of the Corvette, you walked up near the vehicle he was working on with your friend following you close behind. Seeing Eddie again after all these years, you felt like it was an act of fate.
Holding his fingers up to signal to wait a minute, he looked under the hood. The vacation you just had was a lot of fun. Now you were close to being back home and having Eddie here with you, and it was a great way to end a good vacation. Whispering to your friend, you said into her ear.
"I think he got even hotter than he was in high school."
To this, she responded by giggling. Eddie glowed up.
"I agree. He's very hot," she whispered back.
Eddie cleared his throat as he wiped his hand on a black skull bandanna.
"Well, you need a tune-up or something more serious? And I recognize you."
"It's y/n from Hawkins High and this is my friend from Hawkins Luna. We have engine troubles. Just got back from a girl's trip in Florida."
Eddie was checking you out but trying not to make it so obvious. All you had on, after all, was a bikini and short shorts. Luna did as well. It was a beach trip, after all.
"I'll do my best. Well, then I can begin working on it. After all, it's Sunday, and not much else to do around here. Only open mechanic in town on a Sunday."
His curly brown locks were exactly as you remembered them. He looked so sexy. Back in high school, you were casual friends with Eddie, and attended some of the same parties together where he sold weed, other drugs, and drug paraphernalia.
Even with his hair disheveled, calloused hands, and some sweat, he was looking good. You kind of wondered to yourself why you never hung out with him more back in the day. Now you had another chance and you wouldn't let it pass you by. Eddie was so special to you.
"Thank you. What a lifesaver you are. It's great we crossed paths again," you told him, sounding excited. This made Eddie smile and blush.
"Yeah, you helped us out already by just being open," Luna added with her hands on her hips.
"I'll get right on checking it. There's a mini fridge inside the station. Grab yourselves something cold to drink."
"Thanks. It will be great to get a drink after that long ride. We had a beach vacation," Luna remarked.
"Let's catch up soon then," he mentioned with a slight shrug, as he went to look inside the engine and opened your hood.
There was a little problem. You didn't have money to pay him and you had maxed out your credit cards. Hopefully, he would let you have an IOU or take some other form of payment. As you drank your sodas, you got an iced tea out to bring to Eddie.
"We don't have the money for this, but we also weren't anticipating the car breaking down," you admitted with dismay.
"Well, we can do other things like wash some cars and his motorcycle. Maybe put on a strip show," she teased.
"Luna, are you serious? I guess we could. Nothing like two hot girls in bathing suits washing vehicles, as Eddie gets the best view in town."
"Exactly, except we are hot girls."
You shook on it, deciding you'd do whatever it takes to get your car fixed and leave Eddie happy with some form of payment. Even though it had been a while since you last saw him, you knew this would all work out. It just had to. If it didn't, you might even resort to more drastic measures.
"Okay, Eddie, we have tea for you," you told him as you presented him with the can and made your way over to him again.
He was working up a sweat as he was looking under the hood. He had a lot of stamina and a hard work ethic. If only you could convince him to let you get your vehicle back with a different form of payment. Something told you this would be a tempting offer for him.
"Thanks. I'll drink some in a minute. Just put it down on the ground."
"Eddie, we have a problem. My credit card got maxed out, but the end of the month is coming soon and I'll get paid again. There's not a chance I could pay you back later?" You suggested hopefully.
"Well, how about we call this a favor between old friends? It's on the house. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. We could pay you back in the meantime. Wash a few cars maybe."
"Got yourself a deal, princess."
Soon you were washing cars, getting them all foamy and soaped up as Eddie finished the engine. He went to wash his hands, getting the dirt and grime from them before going back outside to drink his tea. It was still pretty hot out and he felt slightly refreshed after cleaning up and drinking the cold beverage. You gave him a good view of your ass and chest as you washed, getting on the hood and scrubbing it clean.
Luna was also washing the vehicle but the back of it and giving Eddie a good view of her body. Soon you were done, and you washed another vehicle. You sprayed each other with the hose, giggling and all smiles. Your shirt and shorts were long gone and now discarded. Nothing but your very skimpy bikini tops and thong bottoms were now on display.
Eddie was nearby, catching occasional glances as he at least pretended to be doing some paperwork to keep himself busy near the entrance to the main office. He was only human, after all, and a man, so he couldn't quite help himself from looking at your public display. Truthfully, he was so glad he was the only person to see it. The best part for Eddie was seeing you bending down and washing his motorcycle.
When you finished washing cars, you dried off and changed into a dress. Washing the vehicles was fun and you would be lying if you said it wasn't sexy seeing Eddie checking it all out. He was in his office working on some paperwork when you finished changing and went to look for him. Luna got another drink and went outside for a smoke. Knocking softly on the office door, he looked up at you and smiled.
"What did you think of the show? I saw you looking Eddie," you admitted as you walked closer to him. He got up from his chair going up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.
"Guess I wasn't good at hiding it. I think you knew what you were doing."
You boldly made your next move, getting up on your tiptoes and kissing him. Kissing you back, he pulled you in close to him. He put his hands around your waist now as you put your hands around his shoulders.
"What about your friend?" He loudly whispered in between kisses.
"She will be okay with it. She's out smoking."
He growled and pushed you down onto his chair, quickly removing his shirt. Pulling down your dress, he realized you weren't wearing a bra.
"Is this ok?"
Once you nodded your approval, he began sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, then the other. Moments later Luna showed up, hiding outside the door, watching what was going on and touching herself. Her soft moans caused Eddie to look back at her.
"Well, well, well, looks like the party got started without me," she chided half-jokingly as she walked into the office further.
"I guess so. Who said you couldn't join us, though?" Eddie asked curiously with a wicked grin.
"I know exactly what she likes. Let me show you."
Eddie moved aside, still on his knees, and Luna got down on her knees next to him. Her tongue contacted your breast, sucking on your nipple with a bit of force and enough to make a wet sucking sound and pop before she moved to your other breast, doing the same. As this was happening, Eddie watched with wide eyes, looking pleased with the sight he was seeing. Truthfully, he had never seen something like this before in real life.
His cock ached painfully, wanting some release. She met your lips in a tongue-tangling kiss, making Eddie's cock even harder.
"You okay, Eddie?" You asked with concern as his eyes met yours and you got up, taking Luna's hand in yours.
"Fine. I, um, would you ladies like to see my van?"
"Later. For now, we would like to see one of your nicer cars. Would love to fuck in one. Wouldn't you guys?" Luna asked, wanting to do something fun and different for once.
Eddie just nodded his approval, speechless at this point. Luna kissed Eddie wantonly, full of passion, and with the promise of even better things to come.
He took a key off the keychain in his office and led you both to a nice Corvette.
"Remember Jason Carver? This is his Corvette. Needed a tune-up. He was such a bastard," Eddie scoffed as he crossed his hands across his chest.
"Yeah, hated that guy. Chrissy Cunningham's boyfriend. Fucking prick!" You replied with clear distaste in your tone.
"Let's fuck on and in it. I'm game," Luna spoke with a shrug.
You took the keys from Eddie and turned off the alarm, then unlocked the back door, opening it. The interior was nice and smelled good. Making a mess of this douche bags vette would be a lot of fun. Eddie pulled a few condoms from his back pocket, knowing he would probably need them soon.
"Then let's have some fun," you suggested as you removed your bikini top and shorts. You weren't wearing anything underneath and neither was Luna under her dress. She followed suit, removing hers as Eddie removed his clothes and got down to just his boxers.
"How do you want us, Eddie?" You asked with eagerness before kissing him.
"I'd love to fuck both of you. One against the hood and the other on the leather seats."
"That can be arranged. How about you fuck me on the hood though, Eddie?" You offered already, knowing you were going to get what you wanted.
He thought to himself for a little before nodding in agreement. Luna kissed Eddie before kissing you again as Eddie got a great look at both of your naked figures. He was so hard already, achingly so, and you were more than ready to let him fuck you. He fished a condom from his pants pocket and opened it before he put it on, feeling so excited about what was about to happen.
Luna came over to you and whispered in your ear, "Eat me out as he fucks you." You kissed her back in response.
Moving over to the hood, she crawled on top of it and got onto her back, splaying herself out for you to devour. You got closer and helped her steady herself on the hood as Eddie came from behind you and lined up at your entrance with his cock.
You were so tight and Eddie pushed into you slowly as you held onto Luna's legs, which were now spread apart. Her pussy was on full display just waiting for you to lick it.
"You are so fuckin' tight I love it," Eddie praised you as he kissed your shoulder.
His dark brown curls hung in his face, so he pushed them to the side and put his hair into a ponytail with the hair band he had on his wrist. Sweat already beaded his brow. It was hot out, but you were so into each other and this moment felt right. None of you would let this opportunity pass you by, and you were all so horny.
Once Eddie bottomed out inside of you and you got used to his size, he pulled your hair back for you with a firm grip. He began pumping into you as you were now teasing Luna by kissing her inner thighs and licking them. You moved up to her pussy, spreading her folds and licking her outer entrance first. She threw her hair back and moaned for you as you were already groaning loudly for Eddie, who was now grunting himself as he held onto your hip and pulled your hair.
"Tell me how she tastes," Eddie curiously asked as he thrust his hips and pumped his cock into you.
As you licked her clit and moaned happily into her pussy, you left crescent-shaped marks with your fingernails on her inner thighs.
"So fucking good. She tastes like heaven."
Luna moaned and closed her eyes as she clutched onto the hood of Jason's car. Eddie's mouth contacted your neck sucking on it and you could feel his stubble. He smelled so good too and had on a nice cologne. It was breathtaking. Being able to eat out with your friend as Eddie fucked your tight pussy was like a dream come true.
Luna's groans as well as yours grew louder than Eddie's balls slapped against your ass and you devoured her pretty cunt. Her legs wrapped tightly around you as you held down her thighs and got a good grip on them to steady her on the hood of the Corvette.
"Oh fuck! You have the best and tightest pussy. Holy shit!" Eddie cried out as he moved quickly inside of you, your pussy gripping his cock tightly.
"She looks so hot eating my pussy, doesn't she, Eddie?" Luna asked him with seduction in her tone of voice.
Eddie could feel his cock twitch at Luna's remark and pistoned his hips even faster, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Yes, so sexy I love seeing it," Eddie groaned.
He licked his fingers and then finger fucked you, rubbing fast and harsh circles on your clit. As Luna splayed out on the hood of the car, Eddie fucked into you so deep and hard, causing you to moan around her clit, gripping her hips tighter now. As you pleased her pussy, she rubbed her clit.
"Fuck, that's so hot watching your pussy clench my cock so tightly as you eat out your friend. I think I died and went to heaven," he boasted between grunts, sweat beading on his brow.
"Love her mouth, Eddie! Make her cum!" Luna commanded as she lifted her hips riding your face.
"Yes, Eddie, make me cum," you squealed with delight as he hit that special spongy spot of your pussy.
Eddie was perfect at fucking you and making you scream his name. The way he fucked you was incredible and some of the best sex of your life. He fucked you deep and hard, his guitar pick necklace hitting his chest with every thrust inside. His hands left crescent-shaped marks on your hips as he got you even closer to your release. The rings he wore were cold on your skin, but you still felt euphoric on the edge of riding out your high. Luna's cries were even louder now as you fucked her pussy with your mouth, hitting her most sensitive spots with your tongue earning loud cries from her.
"Eddie, I'm going to cum!" You cried out as he felt close to his release his cock twitching inside of you.
"That's right, baby cum for me," Eddie urged you.
Rubbing harsh circles on your clit, he begged to see you cum for him. And you did just that moment later, cumming for him as he was about to cum.
"Where do you want it?" He asked breathlessly.
"Inside me, fill me up, please!" You begged as Luna rode your face faster, riding out her high.
"Fuck ya taste my cum Y/N!" she cried out.
She got off your face and kissed you as Eddie removed the condom and spilled inside of you, filling you up to the hilt with his cum pulling out and gasping.
"So you wanna make our girl here cum again, maybe Eddie?" Luna asked him.
"Fuck yeah! Are you down for that, sweetheart? Want us to take turns eating that pretty pussy?" He asked with raised brows.
"Of course, eat this pussy."
"Let's move this to the back of the car lay down for us, beautiful," Eddie urged as he picked you up with ease and carried you to the backseat, opening up the back door of the convertible.
You got down on your hands and knees on the leather interior seats as Eddie leaned down and ate you out, tasting his cum and fingering you with expert precision with two fingers. As a guitarist, he had the best and most skillful fingers. Luna watched and groaned as she touched herself and Eddie ate you out with reckless abandon, slapping your ass for good measure. As you caressed your breasts, Eddie ate you out from behind, making you moan and cry out for him as Luna kissed you from the other side of the car.
"Yeah, that's right, kiss. So fucking hot," Eddie urged as he licked your glistening wet cunt, spitting on your clit and rubbing it.
"Need to taste her, Eddie. Let me have a turn," she urged.
Eddie was hard again and obliged, letting Luna take his place in the backseat and she began to taste you.
"Want me to fuck you too?" He asked curiously, earning a nod of approval from Luna.
"Yeah fuck me."
Waving her ass in the air, Eddie put on another condom and positioned himself at her entrance, and entered her, filling her up inch by delicious inch. He had one foot on the leather interior of the backseat as he stood on his other leg.
"So good love having you eat this pussy Luna!" You whined as you let her have her way with you and finger you.
Eddie's cock pounded relentlessly into her with so much passion as he moaned. Luna fingered you and licked your ass, earning loud gasps from you.
"Cum for me," she coaxed you as she added another finger, hitting your g-spot.
"Fuck so close!" You moaned.
Eddie was so close to cumming too, and he couldn't wait to cum wherever Luna wanted him to. It was shaping up to be the best day of his life on the job. All 3 of your moans echoed off the walls of the mechanic shop. You were caught up in the moment as she ate you out and your eyes locked with Eddie's feeling like you would cum any moment.
"Tell me how her pussy tastes and how much you are enjoying it, Luna," Eddie growled ferally as he pulled her hair getting a good tug on it.
"So fuckin' good, Eddie. I'm having the best time she has such a pretty pussy. Fuck!" She boasted as she added another finger and sucked your clit flicking it with her tongue and moaning against your folds as Eddie spanked her ass.
The moment was so euphoric as Luna ate you out, Eddie gasping and groaning at the sight of it all. He was so pent up and close to his release as he fucked her faster wanting to come undone at the same time. He was such a pleaser and wanted to make sure you and Luna came only almost as much as he wanted to cum. Watching you getting eaten out as he fucked your friend just about drove him over the edge again.
"Eddie I'm cumming! Fuck!" Luna cried out as her walls clenched tightly around his cock.
Eddie pulled out of her and stroked his cock throwing aside the condom and cumming all over his ass. Right after seeing that you came and Luna kissed you letting you taste yourself. Eddie grabbed a nearby clean towel and wiped Luna clean. You and Luna insisted on licking his cock clean sharing his cum and then swallowing it all.
"Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Fuck that was the best threesome of my life!" Eddie enthused before pulling Luna in for a kiss and tangling his tongue with yours.
"Yeah it was great we should exchange numbers and do it again sometime," you suggested.
"Of course fuck that would be so hot but next time at my place," Eddie suggested as he got dressed again.
"Oh, we will be wanting your cock again. You are the best mechanic, right Y/N?" Luna asked with a devilish grin.
"We will for sure," you told them with the biggest smirk.
Soon you were all dressed again and sharing a joint. It was the best afternoon the 3 of you had in a long time and you all promised to do it again sometime soon.
Eddie had some of your car to finish for you and he would finish the next afternoon. He dropped you and Luna off at your parent's place. The next day, you woke up late and Eddie told you Steve would pick you up. You hadn't seen him in years, but it would be great to catch up with him again.
After you ate breakfast, Steve arrived. He was also a mechanic now, like Eddie, and they worked side by side. You got into his red Volvo with Luna and put on your seatbelts.
"So your car is just about done. Eddie had some emergency, but it's not too serious with Uncle Wayne. Don't worry, though, your car is in good hands and I'll be finishing it for you," Steve informed you and Luna.
"Thank you, Steve. I'm glad you could help. We are broke. My parents gave me a little of the costs, but we paid Eddie off yesterday," you told him with a smirk.
"Yeah, Steve, you are a true lifesaver," Luna earnestly told him.
"I'm sure there's other ways you girls could pay me. Just let me take you out on a date," he half-joked, with a sly smile.
He began the drive back to the Hawkins mechanic's job in silence for most of the drive.
"So, what have you girls been up to? It's been a while since I've seen either of you in Hawkins."
"We are roommates in another state but just had spring break vacation in Florida," Luna informed him.
You were wearing a black dress, and Luna was wearing a red skirt and a matching red blouse. Steve couldn't help but stare at you both in the rearview mirror.
"Great sounds fun. So just a visit to your old home to see your family and such? Sounds nice."
The rest of the drive was mainly in silence. It was ever so occasionally that Steve would catch glances in the rearview mirror, but tried to be nonchalant. He would either be looking up your dress or Luna's skirt. You didn't mind it though, and neither did she.
When your eyes met his, you both smiled, and he just blushed slightly before looking away. Soon you arrived back at Hawkins's local mechanic shop. Getting out of the car, you and Luna walked to the car lot your memories of the day before with Eddie soon coming back to you.
Leaning in close to Luna, you whispered,
"Hey, what do you think we try to seduce Steve?"
Steve was already back in the mechanic's shop and couldn't hear, but you were so in the mood to tease him.
"Sure, why not? Let's just watch him finish up our car first, then discuss payment," she added loud-whispering back.
Walking into the car shop, you and Luna got close to your car as Steve was doing some work under the hood. Now noticing your presence, he smiled.
"It's almost done. If you don't have all the money, we can do an IOU or a check or something," he added.
Thankfully, Steve was the only other living soul in sight. Good, you thought this time with him needed to be alone and, hopefully, soon, intimate as well.
"Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something," Luna boldly declared as she touched his shoulder.
Steve was wearing a black tank top and black jeans with a leather-red belt and looked good enough to eat.
"Yeah, we can work something out," you added as you placed your hand against his lower back.
Steve was blushing again, which made you giggle softly to yourself.
"We never told you how we paid Eddie back yesterday," Luna confessed as she squeezed his shoulder.
Steve was busying himself under the hood doing some tinkering with the wires.
"Well, you could tell me I'm all yours. Just about done anyway."
"You are so fast. How could we ever repay you?" You asked, genuinely curious.
"No worries, and it's fine."
"If you must know, we paid Eddie back with a threesome. He just worked so hard for us yesterday and last minute too," you added as you leaned forward, letting him get a good view of your cleavage.
Steve gulped and smiled shyly.
"That's something else, isn't it? Well, I don't expect that."
You grabbed Steve's belt, running your fingers over the smooth leather. Luna touched Steve's protruding bulge in his pants.
"I'm not done here yet though," Steve added as he went back to fixing the car's engine.
"How about a small favor, then?" Luna questioned as she grabbed one of Steve's hands and put it on her breasts.
"How about a double blowjob? You can finish for us after we rock your world," you offered sincerely.
Already you were feeling wet and something told you Luna probably was too.
"Yes, please."
"Good, because we both have fantasized about sucking the King of Hawkins' cock before. Is it as big as the ladies say?" Luna asked curiously as she undid his belt.
Steve stood up, letting her do what she wanted before you pushed him down into a chair with wheels. You pulled down Steves's pants and Luna freed his cock from its inner boxer confines as you both licked your lips ravenously. You were cock-hungry for his well-hung dick and practically salivated at the sight of it. To say that he was well-endowed was an understatement.
His cock was thick, veiny, at least a good 8 inches. You stroked his shaft as Luna cradled his balls, earning deep grunts from Steve as you and Luna maintained eye contact with him.
"Oh, fuck, feels nice already. Such dirty girls. Perfect payment plan, I'd say," Steve grunted before licking his lips.
"Such a pretty cock, King," you praised him before licking his shaft from tip to base.
Luna licked the other side of his shaft, and your tongues met. Steve watched with pure lust in his eyes.
"Bet you never had two girls please your cock together, huh?" You asked with a cocky smile before going right back to licking him with Luna, your tongues meeting occasionally.
Steve felt like he had just died and gone to heaven.
"No never. Just one woman at a time," he hissed as you took him into your mouth, sucking him deeper and deeper.
Luna sucked on one of his balls as you both kept constant eye contact with Steve. This was truly the time of his life having two beautiful women suck him off as he got a good view of your cleavage and hers. Steve pulled your hair back as you sucked him off, almost completely gagging and spitting on his cock as Luna maneuvered herself so that she was sucking his other ball into her mouth. As you sucked and drooled all over his big cock, he bucked his hips, grunting and pulling on your loose ponytail.
"That's right, suck his cock good. Deep throat him," Luna encouraged you as she cupped your breasts and looked up at Steve.
"Good girl, so close to deep-throating this cock," Steve praised as he threw his head back and bit his lips.
As you deep-throated him, you let him use and enjoy your wet and warm mouth to his liking. His thrusts became faster, and you felt yourself grow wet, making a mess of your panties as you sucked him off like a pro. Popping off his cock, Luna eagerly kissed you to taste how he tasted.
"Good job. That was so sexy to watch. Now it's my turn."
You kissed her again as Steve watched his cock twitching, loving the sight of two girls kissing in front of him on their knees, no less.
"So good for me. I love this. The kissing, the stimulation, the sucking. Fuck!" Steve boasted, secretly wishing he had received a double blowjob sooner.
Not only could you deep-throat him, but you were good at keeping your teeth back. It was the way Steve loved it and preferred it.
"When we are done with you, we want you to cum in our mouths," Luna requested before kissing you again.
"As long as you share and kiss," he demanded.
You both nodded right before Luna removed her top and sucked him. Steve loved the sight of her boobs. You pulled your dress down and undid your bra's front clasp, letting him get a good view.
"Mmm, come here and let me play with them," he ordered as he made a come here motion with his finger.
Standing up, you wrapped your arms around Steve's shoulders, your breasts face level as Luna sucked him deep, making him groan loudly.
"Love your boobs, Y/N," he boasted as he teased your nipples, tweaking them and rubbing them, caressing and squeezing.
Luna replaced her mouth with her breasts, wrapping them around his cock and tit-fucking him, earning a low hiss from Steve as he sucked your nipple, causing you to groan in delight and tug his beautiful locks of brown hair.
"Like this Stevie?" She asked him before licking the tip and moving her breasts up and down on his shaft.
"Fuck yes. Hey, princess, why don't you get down there and join her?" Steve suggested.
You kissed Steve in response before getting down on your knees again, cradling his balls.
"Mm, so big Steve, you like my breasts?" Luna asked as she moved her breasts faster and licked the tip of his cock head.
"Mmm yes, so much!"
Steve thrust his hips faster as she pleased him and you massaged his balls and sucked on one. Luna pulled you in for a kiss, letting you get a good taste of Steve's cock.
"Now it's your turn," she told you before letting you switch places with her.
You gladly swapped places and wrapped your breasts around his cock before moving up and down, looking up at him with a mischievous smirk in your eyes and licking and sucking the tip of his cock. Luna watched with wide eyes as she grabbed your ass and slapped it.
"Such a naughty girl, isn't she, Steve?"
"She sure is. So good at that with her mouth of hers. Fuck!" He gasped as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy.
Taking Steve deeper into your mouth, Luna held back your hair and helped you to move your head up and down on his cock.
"That's right, deep throat, my cock, baby!" Steve urged as he bucked his hips erratically.
Luna stood up to kiss Steve before getting down on her knees and licking Steve's balls. Your lips met hers in yet another kiss as you stroked his cock and massaged the pearly tip already leaking with pre-cum.
"So close!" He cried out as he felt his cock twitch in your hand.
The sight of you kissing Luna, you stroking his cock, and Luna squeezing his balls almost made him cum on the spot.
"Cum in our mouths Steve," you urged before going back to licking his shaft, your tongue tangling with Lunas every so often.
"Oh yes fuck!" He bellowed as Steve reached the precipice of his release.
You took turns sucking him off with Luna before he pulled away slightly and jerked himself off, cumming deep inside your mouth first, then Lunas.
"Now share!" He demanded.
You kissed Luna deeply with your tongue, putting on a show for Steve. You spit into her mouth and she spit right back into yours before you shared his cock again for the last time, licking him clean and swallowing. Luna and you opened up your mouths wide to show him all his cum was gone.
"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Steve proudly tells you and Luna.
"I guess our service is paid off now, huh?" Luna inquired as she looks up at him.
"I guess so, but you ladies can call me anytime."
"Great, I guess we will," you replied with a slight shrug.
Steve kissed you and Luna, happy to have shared such an intimate moment with you both.
You had Steve and Eddie right where you wanted them. Every time you found yourself back in Hawkins, you visited them both at the mechanic shop for some quality fun together and got that every time you went.
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Mha chapter 424 spoilers
So,I actually have a pretty good idea of how dkbk/bkdk will end,and Hori's recent comment is what's led me to this thought process.
Parallels/formula
We're going back to U.A! And this got me thinking of,well,U.A,and how Horikoshi's comment might have a double meaning.
(also,this just backs up my point of Hori doing what he enjoys and how we really shouldn't worry about fan perception effecting his story)
Going back to the title is going back to the beginning in a sense,and with Horikoshi's recent art,and this recent chapter(s),it made me think of a special interaction within the first few chapters. Chapter 11 specifically.
Now,this is the first time Katsuki cries to Izuku,and his words are very important. Or the reason for them. Izuku tells Katsuki the truth behind his power,and how he's going to make it own. Katsuki sees this as a challenge,but not in a positive way.
But,if we look at the recent chapter,424,Katsuki tearfully tells Izuku that he wishes for them to continue their rivalry.
Because Izuku was supposed to make his power his own,so he and Izuku could compete together for a "while" (forever). That's why he's so heartbroken by Izuku being quirkless once again. He and Izuku were meant to be heroes together,one the same level,competing and chasing after each other.
Now,why do I bring up chapter 11? Chapter 119 would work too,right? Or chapter 120? They do. And I'll cover that soon enough,but the thing I want to talk about is where they're at. The title. The beginning. The U.A gates. And,when going back to the beginning,let's consider this panel in chapter 8,
Izuku declaring the new meaning of his hero name. And,what happened in chapter 422?
They cheer for him to do his best. Now,these parallels are quite important when we consider the whole "going back to the title/beginning" thing. And let's remember throughout the fight between Izuku and Katsuki in chapter 8-10,and something very fucking important. Katsuki is taunting Izuku. The whole time. And,let's remember,when Izuku gets mad,he says things like Katsuki. So,when Katsuki tells Izuku to not let him surpass him in chapter 423,he is motivating him to win to save. Pushing Izuku further. But,now those words don't hold the same weight,it goes back to being taunting.
Now,another thing to consider is All Might,since he's always tying them together. All Might seems to always be there when these HUGE moments and development in their relationship happens. We've set up a certain formula,and it's not changed. Now,at the end of chapter 11,All Might pops up. With chapter 120,which parallels chapter 424 once again.
(I'm not sure we'll get a Deku vs Kacchan part 3,since Katsuki might believe he ended Izuku as a hero, it's a possibility,crossing my fingers)
So,we have Katsuki's confession here in chapter 424,and not much of a response from Izuku. What I'm getting at is,Izuku may confess to Katsuki at those gates,chasing after Katsuki to clear things up (maybe even brining up blackwhip/control your heart arc,also we haven't REALLY seen Izuku's feelings on Katsuki's apology/death).
especially considering what Izuku says after he tells Katsuki the truth and after Katsuki's tearful confession.
Buf,why those gates specifically? I'm glad you asked.
The cherry blossoms at the gates
So,I've noticed something,at the U.A gates,they're blossom trees. This is considering the official art like this,and I believe a couple frames in the anime.
But,it's so interesting to me that Katsuki and Izuku have so much official art that involves them and cherry blossoms,(which have pretty romantic meanings in Asian culture).
And that last one is pretty important considering we're going back to the beginning. And with all of the middle school flashbacks we've gotten in recent chapters,the cherry blossoms seem even more meaningful,or where the cherry blossoms are. The U.A gates,the beginning of their hero careers.
So I wouldn't be surprised if there was a tearful and meaningful confession,about his want to chase after Katsuki forever,to be with him. I mean,we have Lisa's song: Datte Atashi no Hero. (About Izuku's feelings for Kacchan)
And,honestly,we've seen some of the lyrics in the manga,like exactly how it says.
(it's also mentioning the beginning with a flashback,which was the whole fucking point of this post,so this just fucking proves my point )
But Izuku gets this newfound motivation when he sees Katsuki,when he's on the brink of exhaustion,when he's losing hope,he holds Katsuki's gaze,then pushes forward,because Katsuki is always pushing him forward.
And let's not forget probably some of the most important lyrics in the song.
Izuku has compared Katsuki to his idol their whole lives,Katsuki has always been a hero to him,a symbol,so if we go back,to the beginning,we see Katsuki is Izuku's hero and vice versa,and then we go back to the title. My hero. This confession,at the hero academia,the gates,the beginning,is where Izuku confesses to Katsuki his feelings,that Katsuki is his hero,and he wants to be with him forever.
(Also,I think we're totally gonna get the crepe date,like,because mha is a comedy,after the confession Izuku asks Katsuki to go on a crepe date with him,like in the lamest way possible,because he's so inexperienced with romance,so then we have the romantic implications cannon,but in a way that's true to the series,y'know?)
#Dkbk#Bkdk#GreeNade#Bnha#Mha#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers#midoriya izuku#Bakugou Katsuki#deku x kacchan#dekucchan#izukatsu#I think I'm reading into this a little too much...#but like#If Horikoshi didn't want me to read into this then why did he set everything up like that?#It was just begging to be analyzed and read into too much#let horikoshi cook#Mha 424#Bnha 424
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I missed u.
Summary: During the night before the Challenger, Art knows Tashi is going to Patrick so he calls his ex, You. But ends unexpectedly.
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Art Donaldson x reader!Oc. Kai Miller is you.
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A/N: English is my third language, so bare with me. Minors DNI.
You sat at a bar, drinking Chardonnay, you had closed the bakery you owned, Glazed&Glory, you were tired, exhausted. The bartender asked if you wanted more, and you decided to get more. You had to prepare a huge order today, and you had a packed bakery since tomorrow is a tennis match being played at a nearby place from your bakery.
Tennis, you thought. Tennis was something you hadn't thought about since... Art Donaldson. It was now 2019 and 2006 was a long time ago. You moved on, right? "Another glass?" The bartender asked pushing you away from your thoughts. "Yes," you downed your glass. You stroll through your phone, checking if you had any messages. As you take a sip your phone rings, UNKNOWN NUMBER. It's probably a customer, you thought.
"We are closed, so sorry," You answered. "Kai?" You froze. "Hi, it's Art," You were silent, too stunned. What did he want? After thirteen years? "Um, I-" your breath was unstable. "I know, it's been a long time but I'm in town, I wanted to know if you would be okay with meeting me at Carl's." He said. Your mouth goes dry. "I-i-i don't know," you replied. "You don't have to, I just wanted to see how you we-" he continued. "I'm already here," you cringe.
"Oh? Can I meet you there?" Art asked, his voice dripped with desperation. "Um, sure" you said. "Ok, I'll be there in 5," he replied. "Kai?" He said. "Yeah?" You downed your glass. "It's good hearing your voice," you almost choked. You quickly hung up. You took in very deep breathes. Art? Art Donaldson?
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"Kai Miller?" You turned around. "Art Donaldson," you forced a smile. "It's been so long," Art said. He pulled you into a hug, his fingers burning through the fabric of your sundress. He hugged you tightly before saying, "You still smell so good, I will never get used to it," you cough softly.
You both sat on barstools. "So..." Art trailed. "How have you been?" he sat back as he ordered a beer. "Good. I see you and Tashi have been busy," he avoided your eyes, clearing his throat he said, "Ah, Tashi...yeah, we're doing great, so is Lily," you looked confused because you were. "Sorry, who's Lily?" You asked. "Um, our daughter," his eyes wandered.
Daughter? Your chest tightened, "Oh," you remembered how much you two wanted kids together. Art cleared his throat snapping you out of your trance. "What have you been up to?" He looked into your eyes. "I own a bakery, now, three branches," His eyes stayed on me. "What is it called?" He asked. "Glazed&Glory." He choked on his beer, eyes widening. "Holy shit," he coughed. "What?" You queried. "That's where we order donuts in California, Lily loves them, I love them" He explained smiling, you couldn't believe your bakery drew attention to the likes of the Donaldson's. "Aw, thanks," you smiled. "But I knew they tasted familiar, I missed your baking, how you would bring me glazed donuts after tennis practice," he looked at you, his gaze lingering at your lips as you drank your Chardonnay.
You two spoke until midnight, catching up and telling each other on what was missed. "So you and Lloyd dated?" He chuckled as you told him about your ex from Stanford. "Yeah," you giggled, the alcohol taking over your body. He watched as your breasts bounced at each movement, his eyes remained, thinking about how much he wanted to see you again, feel you, and care for you. "So you single right now?" He asked. You nodded. "I think I'm gonna go to the restroom, be right back," he said.
"M'kay," you replied. As he got up, someone pushed him, knocking her beer over and spilling it onto your sundress soaking your chest. "Fuck!" The sundress was wet, revealing your lacy red bra. "I'm sorry," Art used his hoodie to try and wipe away. He felt himself grow hard as he stared at your breasts. You looked up at him catching him staring. You quickly looked away. He inched closer, you breathed out. "Art..." Before you could say anything, his lips were against yours. His arms brought you closer. You kissed him back, "Art..." You gasped.
"You have no idea of much I've missed you," he said between the kiss. He grabbed your hand leading you the restroom, and locking the door. He captured your lips pinning you against the wall. "Art, you'r-" you said. "I'm what, baby?" He asked as his hand raked up your thigh. Your breath hitched. "You're m-married," you managed to say. "I know," he said, continuing. You pushed him off, "What?" He asked confused. "No, Art," you sighed. You couldn't let him, "You love Tashi," you said stepping back. "You serious? You gonna talk about Tashi?" He said. "Yes, why are you here, Art?" You queried. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I-i-i don't know, I- t-thought," he stopped speaking. He stood there recollecting his thoughts.
You looked at him, waiting for his response, "I just wanted to see you again," he said. "Why?" He looked at you, "I just wan-" he continued. "Want what? Why are you here? You made it clear that you didn't want me," you huffed, gaining anger. He was shocked by the sudden anger. "You chose Tashi over me, right? I needed you, I choose Stanford over Harvard for you, now I need to know, what the fuck are you doing here?" He did betray you. He looked at you, tears brimming his eyes. "Tashi is with Patrick right now," his voice cracking. "I needed someone,"
You stepped back, you chuckled, "So you call me? Really? Me?" He nodded. "Fuck, you are so fucked up, Art, you call me just because the women you married isn't with you? Just because she is fucking Patrick? Wow," Your chest tightened, a painful pang shocking your chest. "I see what this is, I'm a rebound," You pushed him. "No, Kai, you ar-" You slapped him. The noise filled the restroom. "What? We are not going to fuck, Art," You squared up to him, looking up at him.
"Your little wife doesn't want you, anymore?" You asked. Tears stung your eyes. "You are pathetic, Art," his jaw tightened. "Fuck. You."
You unlocked the door and left.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Maybe part two???
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Hi Maja.
First of all, your blog is one of the only ones I’ve always felt was sincere, on point, respectful, and not toxic. I’ve always had a good feeling about you and how you are kind despite all the toxicity on here.
That feeling has never wavered and there is a big part of me that wants you to be right and win against these ridiculous anons that seem to want to put you down.
An opinion (which I don’t claim to be fact, just some thoughts here): I see a lot of takes on here popping up from blogs that claim they have PR knowledge and claim to be experts and read and follow along the gossip, but I think nobody really knows and they can only hypothesize on what they think is the truth.
I think CE being married (by public knowledge and Wikipedia) was the main goal here. I’ve always sort of felt this, which is why I ultimately was not surprised after he did his SMA spread that he went public with Fish girl and then later on “got married.”
The reason I say this is because HW and society is very judgmental and superficial. Being single or unmarried at a certain age always raises questions whether or not it is valid to do so. I disagree with this sentiment but unfortunately the world is how it is. It happens to regular people, so why wouldn’t it apply to celebs? Especially the ones who have basically become a pop culture icon of being an eligible bachelor/desirable.
Let’s think about this. After 2019, CE was no longer under the marvel umbrella. He had to start defining his post marvel career, and then Covid hit. So many things derailed. He randomly got an IG in 2020 but people found out it had existed as an account since 2019. Perhaps it was always the plan or it was a plan hatched by his PR team to keep him in the public eye. He became relatable internet BF with a Prince Charming storyline of when will he find the one? It was almost overkill from 2020-2022.
Now it’s 2024 and he’s supposedly been with this woman since 2021. It shows longevity and then eventual commitment. He now wears a ring in public so they see him as “settled down.” That’s the image he is now portraying for the public who doesn’t dig or care to deeper in his life.
I don’t think it’s about rebranding to attract a younger audience - if so, his pr team would have realized that gen Z actually does not fare well to age gaps and the subject of grooming and etc always comes up for this hypersensitive on PC/wokeness generation. Then add on the racism and weird ass crap from her/her friends. Definitely not boding well for a generation that lives on the internet and knows how to deep dive. His PR team would have looked at how the public reacted to other relationships like this and I feel, if it was simply he was in love with her and it was real real, would have told him to keep it on the DL DL until it was absolutely certain they had walked down the aisle. At that point, there would be no turning back.
But they marketed this before that happened. They wanted to portray her as the one similar to how in movies, they want to portray a main character and love interest as meant to be even if the audience may or may not receive it that way. How many times do we hear “this movie tanked because the leads had no chemistry and the relationship they wanted us to believe was not believable?”
But ultimately, the endgoal of if CE and his wife are a good couple or not doesn’t really matter. They have achieved their goal of he is now settled down and no longer on the market. If you choose to continue to follow him, stay for his career and not his personal life. Meanwhile, her - well, they’ll keep trying to make her happen because her end of the deal was getting more visibility and breaking into the American market. That much has been clear.
But you can lead a horse to water, you can’t make it drink.
What she chooses to do with the opportunities given to her are left to be seen. Also, how the public and CE/her fanbases chooses to receive them are also left to be seen.
Will this marriage last forever? I have doubts. But I do think they considered many options and this is what they came up with. I also don’t believe CE’s actions show he is very happy with the arrangement, even less so than fish is. Because even from the subtle clues from photos and “videos” - body language does not lie.
To be fair to fish, I doubt she’s in love with him either. I think she’s getting more benefits from this because most of the negativity is being directed towards him, not her. His fans hating and harassing her are just a pinnacle of what he’s receiving from his own fanbase. Some people will disagree with me but he’s the one getting the P and G and disgusting comments and being called the worst person on earth because he married her. His own fans are turning on him and her fans can also blame him but victimize her. The general public doesn’t care too much but will say how he looks because he got with her. She remains “innocent” of any blame because at the end, she is young and he is older so he should know better. Do you see what I mean?
Meanwhile, her fans are just happy she’s getting attention and somebody to fund her poor attempts at becoming a fashion icon. She lacks in talent and work ethic but it’s an easy way for her to get engagement by being attached to him.
The day this ends and she no longer has his name will be interesting and that’s what I think his fans (remaining) are hoping for. They don’t want to reward laziness and clout chasing opportunist and I too support this. They want HIM to be better and find success and love himself more so he doesn’t continue to end up in these shitty situations. But again, he has to want that for himself. He has to want to deserve better so he can work on actually deserving of better.
I hope I didn’t offend anyone with this opinion. Just my thoughts and I support YOU. I hope things work out in the end in your favor because you are a great person and I selfishly want you to be right (haha). ❤️
I completely agree with everything that you wrote down.
I remember seeing people criticize him for saying he wants to get married and have a family, yet he is still single and childless. As you said, it's stupid that people are being bullied and judged because they haven't already settled down, even if they wanted to. Finding a partner is hard, and finding a partner in his shoes is even harder. I obviously don't know whether he actually wants all of that, but saying he must not want all of that because he didn't do so is not right. A lot of people struggle with finding a good partner.
I never agreed with people calling him by the P and G words. I guess these people either don't know what those words mean or are simply that mad as Chris that they feel the need to spread lies. He is not those things and never was. Yeah, 16 years is a lot, but she was a grownup when they allegedly met, and I think people exaggerate when they say she looks like a child.
I think the reason most people are hateful towards him is because they are disappointed in him. I think most people had an idea about the person he is based on the information we had, and him being married to someone like her or even dating someone like her doesn't really fit into that. People aren't disappointed in her because most didn't even know who she was before Chris. We were just presented with her actual self, and we didn't have any expectations from her. But we had for him.
I doubt either of them is in love with each other. Alba doesn't seem that happy or comfortable around him either. I think this is just business for both of them.
I still think he is a good man who made a terrible mistake. I just hope the best for him, to be honest, which I know is an unpopular opinion now because it seems like wanting the worst for him is what is trendy nowadays. Maybe I'm naive; maybe I'm just holding onto an image, but I don't think the last 20+ years were a lie. I hope he will prove me right.
Thanks for writing this down and for being there. ♥
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My critique of CW’S The Flash
The Flash is one of my absolute favourite shows, and I think it deserves one of these. Yes my favourite shows deserve critiques because there are changes I would’ve liked to see instead. This is all just my opinion on the show, not exactly hating it. Plus.. I saw someone else doing something similar to here goes.
Imma be clear at the start. I don’t hate WestAllen, just really really disappointed with how they were written in the latter seasons sometimes.
Props to every actor in the Flash who put all their effort into the show whether the script was cringe or not.
Season 1-2 was FIRE. No complaints. Loved the WestAllen.
Season 3 was good,
but I think they could’ve done Savitar better. Still liked him as the big bad being depressed/emo!Barry. I’ll say that I got really attached to Harry in S2 which made me wonder why they have HR there at all? The dude grew on me, and he added humour to the team, but honestly between him and Harry, it could’ve easily been Harry. Though it means he would die at the end.. so I’m glad Season 3 had HR Wells instead sorry not sorry.
The relationship between Julian Albert and Barry was so fun to watch. Which reminds me, LOVED Eobard’s appearance as Matt Letscher in 3x01. I have no idea why they continue to use Wells’ face like bruh. Your pretending as Wells is over so like why. GIMME MORE MATT!EOBARD.
I loved Frost???
Season 4 was also great.
I’d say more quality than season 3 because it was their first time against a big bad that WASN’T a speedster yet posed a more than adequate challenge to the team. The plot was nice and unique (I really loved Hazard!). I’ll say that DEVOE was kinda showing some red flags before becoming the Thinker in his relationship with Marlize, like he seemed kinda overly possessive of her. Glad that she switched to helping Team Flash after seeing what her husband had become. Loved her “Thinker’s first victim” line.
I felt like they started focusing on Cecile too much? Her role was vital to the plot at the end with helping Barry hop into Devoe’s mind to retrieve Ralph. And speaking of Ralph, I was neutral towards the character at first, but he grew on me. Also why fire him for sometning he did like 10yrs ago. That made no sense. I’d rather Ralph than more Cecile or Allegra.
LOVED ALL THE BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND CISCO. And FROST FROST FROST!!! I liked her S4 outfit. I also think Barry’s supersuit was the best in this season.
One of my favourite episodes was “Flashtime”. Awesome awesome filler episode.
Season 5 was also great.
Barry’s supersuit was trash tho imo. He just looks like a weird deformed strawberry.
Above average but not quite as good as S4. LOVED NORA WORKING WITH THAWNE then Barry finding out and tossing her into the pipeline cell lol. Just the betrayal, and then dumping her in the middle of a random street in the future. Loved all the father-daughter moments she had with Barry. Cool to see the writers creativity in “meta-tech”.
However Iris.. bro in 5x19 she has some issues bringing up the fact Barry NEEDED to go into the Speedforce TWICE. And then her telling Barry to his face that she didn’t care that Nora was working with Thawne. Like bro, he murdered your husband’s mother and caused sm problems. And you don’t care about that?? Good to see that Barry called her out in the end.
Imma complain about freaking Sherloque again. Why not Harry? Even after what happened to him in S4, I think he could’ve figured out that Nora is secretly working with Thawne. Like dude’s still smart af.
Nora getting erased from existence at the very end.. sad :( I miss S5 Nora
Season 6.
I feel like this is when everything started going downhill. I didn’t care for Mirror Monarch. The mirror!Iris storyline was interesting to see. Idk what happened the rest of the season. That’s how much I didn’t care for this season lol. I think the other half was about Ramsey and how he wanted to make everyone zombies. Man I HATED Sue Dearborn or however you spell her name. She just took up too much screentime. This is when it started feeling like “Iris & Friends” instead of “The Flash”.
Liked to see how Barry dealt with slowly losing his speed bc he was killing the speedforce lol. Liked how the Caitlin/Frost duo became separate people. It was cool. At least we got that lol.
I think this is when Allegra comes in. I honestly can’t stand her. Like the whole her and her sister trope? Why.
The one thing I did like was Barry’s artificial speedforce gave him speed thinking. Awesome episode to watch. EXCEPT NASH. WHY. His sacrifice is useless in the end because of the whole “Iris is Barry’s lightning rod” thing. Have nothing about a speedster’s lightning rods in the comics, just didn’t like how that was written into the show. It eventually got really annoying.
Season 7.
Where do I even begin. This is when Barry’s “children” became a thing, and then suddenly speedforce!Nora wanting to kill all of them? Like what??? Where did that come from? Dion’s storyline was interesting. The rest were just.. Meh. And the CGI was so cringe.
I loved Abra Kadabra??? Why they gotta kill him off in one episode.
Does Chillblaine start coming in this season? I dislike him in general.
Season 8.
THIS IS WHEN BARRY’S ACTUAL CHILDREN COME BACK.
Now with Nora getting erased in S5, I really would’ve preferred if they gave us Tornado Twins instead. Like you can even use the same actors, but I honestly don’t really like the new Nora. I did like seeing her interaction between her and her family.
Also. Bart. I. Have. Major. Problems. I LOVE Bart but he is supposed to be Barry’s GRANDSON. Give us Don Allen instead. I did like the episode where they messed up the timeline, went back to 2013 and then accidentally reset Jay into the timeline. Also loved the episode with the whole Barry and the gamma radiation making him age hella fast. Bro was basically a zombie at the end and still overloaded the machine with the speedforce.
The. Stupid. Power Rangers godspeed arc was shit and them being Bart’s Thawne-like arch nemesis. Like boy, don’t compare Thawne with your godspeed problems. Don’t even start. Also what is with the “Negative Forces” and “Positive Forces” Power Rangers thing and then Iris’ time sickness? At this point, The Flash just started to feel like a soap opera.
I liked Chester even though he was a “replacement” for Cisco. He was unique. But the whole Allegra/Chester budding relationship where did that come from?? It just seemed very cringe and didn’t do much for the plot besides drama I guess. Khione was meh. Like just give us Caitlin with Frost in some way. I don’t care about Khione and her arc. Pls give us more Barry and not so much Cecile and Allegra.
Season 9
The show should just be renamed “Power Rangers: Iris & Friends” at this point. They made an entire episode without Barry?? Like if I pick up a Flash comic book, I expect it to be about THE FLASH. Not his random friends. Like yes, his friends can make appearances but don’t give me a whole dang episode without Barry THE MAIN CHARACTER. Also how the hell did Cecile become that OP, where is the character development.
Idk where Chillblaine comes in but I just don’t like him, not to mention that I don’t like the relationship between him and Frost. Like what.
Eddie’s Cobalt Blue arc and Red Death arc could’ve been done WAY better. I didn’t see any plot relevance in any way. It was written so poorly. Red Death was just like evil speedster!Batman or something. Please don’t bring our beloved Eddie back if you gonna write him all just jealous of Barry and him somehow becoming the new avatar of the Negative Speedforce. And what does Batwoman have anything to do with this (I believe she appears in the finale villains arc)l
There is legit only one episode I like in S9. The one that comes “full circle”. The one where Barry gets stuck in 2000, gets to chill with his parents for one day, and then comes full circle with Matt!Eobard killing Nora. SEASON 1 QUALITY. They even use the same bg music which awwww. And the “If I can spend one more day with my parents, then what would I say to them?” Line? Chef’s kiss.
Did not like the finale. His final run speech was okay about sharing his gift. Definitely would’ve preferred if Barry became the lightning bolt that struck him in S1 like in the comics.
Idk which episodes: Loved all the Amunet & Frost storyline, and then Goldface time to time appearances. Especially “Officer Chemist” lol.
#this was long af#dc#dc comics#Barry Allen#the flash#Iris west#WestAllen#cisco ramon#caitlin snow#Harrison wells#Eobard Thawne#reverse flash
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Interesting post about the dispute regarding the successions of Rosby and Stokeworth.
https://www.tumblr.com/mononijikayu/713886501993431040/im-rereading-fb-today-and-found-something?source=share
Hi anon, thanks for sharing that post, it was interesting reading.
And I think that there are two things going on here. On the one hand, the OP is absolutely correct that the Rosby and Stokeworth inheritances were a catch 22 for Rhaenyra. Now, I think framing it as her "protecting" the Rosby and Stokeworth younger brothers from being murdered by the possibly disloyal Hugh and Ulf is a bit of a stretch, I don't think she cared about Rosby or Stokeworth or their heirs in the slightest (it should go without saying that we're talking about book!Rhaenyra here), and if she'd felt like making the daughters the Ladies of Rosby and Stokeworth and marrying them to Hugh and Ulf was the correct course of action, she would have done just that. I think she simply found Corlys' argument to be the more persuasive one-- if she created a precedent for absolute primogeniture throughout the realm she might lose valuable supporters and she could not afford to lose them at the time. Additionally, it's altogether possible that she did not want to ennoble Hugh and Ulf with their loyalty yet unproven. If they'd turned their cloaks not just with their dragons but with their newly acquired lands and armies, forget about the younger Rosby and Stokeworth sons, that would have been a disaster for Rhaenyra. The point is, there are reasons for Rhaenyra denying the Rosby and Stokeworth daughters the right to inherit ahead of their brothers, good ones even.
The other point the OP makes, that women often have to be just as brutal as men, but are judged more harshly for it is also true. You'll find no argument there. In fact, I've argued on this very blog that historically queens regnant have had to be even more brutal than men-- more punishing towards the smallfolk, quicker to war, harsher in their judgments-- in order to be taken seriously. So again, no argument from me there.
The thing is, there's a bit of a strawman here on OPs part. While I admit that there are fans who use Rosby and Stokeworth or Rhaenyra's ruthlessness as something of a gotcha, the point isn't that Rhaenyra should have given those lands to the Rosby and Stokeworth daughters, or that she was singularly worse than men who had sat the throne (she was worse than some, better than others), or even that she's a hypocrite. Rather, Rosby and Stokeworth specifically serve to counter the idea that Rhaenyra being queen would have meant anything positive for women as a whole. Because fans of Rhaenyra can't have it both ways here. They cannot claim that Rhaenyra is the more progressive, less misogynistic choice, but then make excuses for her regressive decisions and policies. And to be clear, I don't blame Rhaenyra for this. Obviously, individuals attempting to thwart the system without enacting broad changes often end up capitulating to existing power structures. In fact, it would be almost impossible not to within the feudal context. But regardless, either putting a woman on the throne is broadly significant as more than a historical footnote, or it isn't. And if it isn't, if Rhaenyra's policies do not benefit any women besides Rhaenyra in any meaningful capacity, then there's no greater good argument for her going to war.
And this only matters because many of Rhaenyra's fans try to frame the conflict in terms of morality, when you can easily reason that from a harm reduction standpoint, the actual moral choice would be for Rhaenyra not to press her claim. It's unfair, but Aegon got there first, was crowned and anointed first, and hold the city. If she accepts his peace terms, she can keep doing what she's been doing for the last decade, chilling on Dragonstone and tens of thousands of people get to stay alive. Now, I don't actually expect her to act morally here, she's acting in her own self interest rather than in the interest of the greater good, and that's fine, but let's not pretend she has the moral high ground.
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My most recent project, and most intensive project in a long time!! Halo Effect and Soldier's Heart by @alex51324. Five books in all, totaling over 1700 pages. Details, story spoilers, and more photos under the cut - there are quite a few!
In WWI, English soldiers wrapped their pants and boots with "puttees", and the spines mimic that look. Rather than actually wrapping, or cutting the spine cloth into pieces (which I worried would fray over time, especially with the opening and closing of reading), I pleated it and sewed it to the cover cloth (which is light canvas-y green but otherwise rather plain, so I'm not including photos here). The titling is flat gold heat transfer vinyl.
The bookmark charms relate to the story, of course.
Halo Effect - I felt that Thomas was defined by his status as a footman and this sets up his massive character change throughout the series, so the first bookmark charm is a footman's button, though not a Downton-specific one.
Soldier's Heart, vol. I - This fountain pen nib is from the early twentieth century. I found in the first volume that Thomas's social network, and communication both to and from define this part of the work.
Soldier's Heart, vol. II - My dad collects WWI memorabilia, including bullets (it's in this volume that Thomas is shot). He cut a bullet down for me to use for this binding. This particular bullet is English, rather than from any of the opposing nations, since he doesn't collect those (and I was rather lucky he had even an English one) but tbh I don't have the slightest idea what the difference is.
Soldier's Heart, vol. III - Y'all this is a genuine RAMC WWI coat button. I couldn't not use it. Wholly unmodified, to be clear, so if the book ever needs rebound or anything changes, it can be removed and reused as necessary. I chose this volume for the button because I felt Thomas really come into his own as a member of the RAMC, away from the war - and because I wanted to use the bullet for the last one, and this is the only volume this button would fit on, other than the last, but that's a whole other deal.
Soldier's Heart, vol. IV - Thomas, whose father was a clockmaker, becomes a chauffeur at the end of Soldier's Heart. My first idea was to use some sort of gear that resembled a car part as a charm. I come from a long line of magpies/dragons/Gollum-like creatures, and my grandfather had, in his garage, an alarm clock that belonged to my great-great-grandfather, gathering dust, because my grandpa had been meaning to fix it and just hadn't gotten around to it yet (he'd been saying this since the mid-seventies, at least - my aunt wanted to use it, since it would have matched her quilt). Anyway, we all gathered around the dinner table to take this clock apart, which turned out to be a rather violent act involving pliers, several screwdrivers, an orbital sander, a drill press, and a hammer. I got a few gears out of the deal, and my cousin (a mechanic) selected the one that looked the most like a car part, scaled down. So. Double connection.
It's a bit difficult to tell in the photo, but the speckled edges each have two different colors, and there's, again, a reason for each choice! Each color represents something specific:
Blue - clear skies/relative calm
Green - naivety/he's got things to learn
Brown - the muck of war
Red - blood (Thomas's and others')
Halo Effect: Green and blue
Soldier's Heart, vol. I - green and brown
Soldier's Heart, vol. II - brown and red
Soldier's Heart, vol. III - green and red
Soldier's Heart, vol. IV - red and blue
The speckling is also more intense in the middle three books.
My signature throw, as well as a close-up of the hand-sewn endbands (each volume's endbands match the speckled edges of that particular book) and a bit better look at the RAMC button, though a bit blurry.
And next to it, my metadata page and the gratitude from Halo Effect. I'm very much enjoying this metadata layout, and here's as good a place as any to give some general typesetting info:
I used IM Fell Great Primer for the body text, 11pt, 15pt leading.
Next up, the details in the letters--each character has their own handwriting, and a few are showcased here:
Syl drew a face in the margins of one of the letters with Theo, and I mimicked it for the binding. (Yes I was in fact crying as I did it)
Don't be afraid to ask if you'd like to know the names of any of the fonts - all from Google Fonts, since I do my typesetting in GDocs. I love the first one, in particular (Joey's) because I so rarely use it. I'm very happy with how they all turned out, they feel like they match the personalities well, in my opinion, though I should have made a couple a touch bigger.
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I think that's all of my photos! I'm so so proud of how this binding turned out. It had quite a long turn-around - it's not unusual for me to have less than two weeks between reading a fic for the first time and having a bound copy on my shelf, and I read this fic for the first time over the course of nine days all the way back in March. (Which. okay. Not that long actually.)
I had a really lovely time with the binding, as well, because I got so much input from my family and friends - my dad was integral in the whole process, not only in the donation of the bullet, but also in the design of the covers in general and in answering my WWI questions, and my mom helped me pick colors for the endbands and edges. My grandpa donated a clock, and my boss helped me figure out how to get the charms attached to the ribbons, and her sister helped me with sewing, so all in all this whole experience has been so wonderful, so special. I'm so grateful for it.
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Congrats with the followers! You deserve it! May I request Demi Lovato’s “Catch Me” with Hunter?
Hello anon!
Thank you so much for the congrats and for the request. You're too sweet.
I hope you love what I did with Demi Lovato's "Catch Me".
Love oo.
Catch Me
Warnings: Unrequited love, one night stand, implied coitus, pushing away, angst, brief mention of Order 66, tenderness, longing, declaration of feelings. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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Hunter was always making it difficult for you.
It wasn’t on purpose, but everything he did kept drawing your eyes.
It was the little things he did, the smile he always greeted you with in the mornings. The fact he always saved you a seat so you could be close to the fire when you guys were on missions. The way he checked up on you, it was just making it easier for you to keep falling for him.
You couldn’t let yourself fall. No, if you did, it would only cause heartache.
Yet, somehow you ended up here, sneaking out of his quarters after you both had too much to drink. It had been a mistake to have a night of passion with the Sergeant of your unit. You were their medic, a civilian contract. You shouldn’t be here, you quietly got dressed and exited his quarters as fast as you could, heading to your own room.
It was days later when Hunter finally confronted you.
“Listen, please!” Hunter cornered you on the Marauder, the guys had left already to secure the perimeter, “I’m sorry if I overstepped. If I … I wasn’t good enough …”
Your eyes widened, is that what he had thought this entire time? You shook your head, rubbing your forehead, “No. It’s not …” you let out a loud sigh, as you tried to find the best way to explain this, “Hunter it’s not what you think. It’s not because …” your face heated as you thought about that night, you cleared your throat focusing back on the here and now, “Trust me, Hunter, you were very good. It’s just - - you and I both know this can’t go anywhere.”
“Why not?”
“Can you see any future where this could work? I mean let’s be serious. It was a fun night, but we should forget it ever happened.”
“What if I don’t want to forget it?”
“Hunter, be logical for a minute. What’s going to happen? Either you realize I’m not what you want, I get transferred to another unit, or something worse happens. Let’s just say we had a fun night and move on.”
Hunter didn’t respond, he simply put his helmet back on and stormed off the Marauder. You leaned against the wall, your heart clenching as you watched him walk away. There was no future here, you reminded yourself. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, it would’ve killed you knowing the future you had thought of would never come true.
You followed behind him shortly, and even though you wanted to move on, to stop feeling so completely hypnotized by him, you couldn’t stop falling for him even in this moment.
The following weeks passed by faster than you thought it had been possible, it felt like you were constantly in hyper speed, and before you knew everything turned on its head, once Order 66 was issued.
Now months later, you were all on the run. Crosshair had joined the Empire. Omega ran away with you, and you somehow fell even harder for Hunter than you had previously thought possible.
You sat outside of the Marauder as you looked up to the night sky, you needed to clear your head, despite the fact you ended it before it even began your heart still clung to Hunter.
As much as that worried, you had bigger worries now, it’d been a few months you all started working for Cid. You didn’t trust her, but there weren’t a lot of options for work; so you all were making the best out of a somewhat bad situation. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a blanket draped around your shoulders. You looked up to see Hunter smile as he took a seat beside you.
“Didn’t want you to catch a cold.”
“Thanks.”
Even though that night was almost a year ago, things were still somewhat awkward between you two.
“What were you thinking about?”
You turned to look at Hunter, remembering how soft his lips felt, how strong his hands were… you closed your eyes and turned back to look at the fire pushing that one night out of your mind, “How I don’t trust Cid. We need to get out of this arrangement as soon as possible.”
“Nothing we can do about that right now.”
“I know. Story of our lives.” You let out a huff of irritation.
“What do you mean?” Hunter turned to look at you, ever since that one night he had with you his heart had never been the same. You had a hold on him that nothing short of death would release him. He tried to steal as many glances of you as possible, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again.
“We never seem to be able to do the things we want to.”
He nodded as he moved subtly closer to you, wanting to feel your heat even if it was from a distance that kept you away from him. “Maybe, but I’m willing to try and figure things out.”
You turned to look at him, “What?” He couldn’t mean what you were hoping, because if he was going to say the one thing you wanted to hear, all you could pray for was that he wouldn’t break you.
He smiled as he reached over and plucked off a leaf that was stuck to your head, “I’m saying, I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want this to unravel. I want to be the one that catches you.” He leaned his lips close to yours, “I’m saying, I love you.”
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Arkham Abyss Files: Red Hood Memory 03
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JASON TODD: AGE, 16
HELENA WAYNE: AGE, 15
“First scolding, huh?” Helena’s voice drifted him out of following the falling raindrops on the library's windows. Jason was sitting in the window’s framed seat, his hands and feet cold, but he was too pissed off to move. His forearms resting on his folded knees making his hands hang limp in front of him.
“Leave me alone,” Jason gritted.
“Oh—pish! Don’t be so umbrageous,” Helena said, and Jason turned to her.
“Who talks like that nowadays?”
“I’m just imitating Sister Agnes,” Helena smiled and plopped down beside him.
Jason breathed out annoyedly, why didn’t this damn Princess have a concept of personal space and boundaries?
“What did you do?”
“That’s none of your business,” He growled.
“No, I guess it’s not—But you know, I’ve known my Dad way longer than you have, so I might be able to smooth your feathers—or his.”
“I don’t need your meddling.”
“Fine, have it your way Mister Angry and Brooding.” Helena’s heat was starting to reach his cold toes, then she took his hands into hers. Jason tried to pull them away, but she had a firm grip.
“I said to leave me the fuck alone!” Jason nearly yelled. To his chagrin, Helena didn’t seem fazed at all at his rude outburst, she was just staring curiously at him as if expecting him to do something—more. Which pissed him off even more. “What’s your fucking problem?”
“Nothing. Your hands are cold.”
For some reason, Jason’s anger deflated, “You got one screw loose up there don’t you?”
“Well—” Helena said cocking her head to the side and looking up, and Jason wanted to deny it made her look cute, “My dad dresses as a giant bat and then goes to beat up random people on the streets—and my Mom dressed as a cat and loved to steal stuff. Not to mention my brother who was a circus boy who now flies around in very tight suits at night. I think compared to that I’m quite sane, even saner than you.”
Jason snorted, “You did win the lottery in that regard—a bit more and you’d be at home in Arkham Asylum.”
“I’m sure I would,” Helena said absently then released his hands as suddenly as she’d taken them, and Jason wouldn’t admit he missed the warmth she’d managed to share with them. Helena moved away from the cramped window seat, and Jason believed she had finally grown bored of pestering him, but not two seconds later she returned–a tray in hand.
“Hot chocolate, made by me. And some stolen biscuits from Alfred’s pantry.” Helena put the tray down on a nearby table and handed him one of the steaming cups. Jason caught it out of reflex, but once the smell of the hot cocoa reached his nose he didn’t have the strength of will to reject it.
“What an honor. Hot chocolate made by the delicate hands of a Princess. Didn’t your hands get scraped or something?” He taunted her.
Helena smiled and leaned down, too close to his face, “Would it make you happy if they did?”
“...no.”
“Good then, drink up. It’s my secret recipe that even Dad can never refuse. It’s just like Leon does it!”
“Then it isn’t your secret recipe,” Jason muttered and took a sip. He almost shivered when it hit his tongue, it wasn’t overly sweet, the chocolate taste was heavy, and it was thick. He had never drunk something as tasty, or warming.
“Now you’ll have to admit this Princess’s hands make a terrific hot chocolate,” Helena said turning away and sipping from her own mug.
Jason now felt bad for being a little shit, so he cleared his throat, “Thanks—It’s nice.”
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Velikan x medic reader one shot
Warnings: a bit suggestive (I think) but no nsfw, Velikan is a bit obsessed with reader. AND PROBABLY NOT GOOD GRAMMAR CUS I DON’T WRITE A LOT IM SO SORRY😭 readers gender isn’t specified. Velikan confesses to reader near the end. The ending is a bit rushed sorry.
Velikan couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh, your voice, your smile, everything about you. He noticed every little detail about you. He knew he didn’t look very approachable so when you came over to him and asked for his help one day he was more than surprised. You didn’t ask him to help you with anything extremely difficult, just help with reaching something from a high shelf. As he handed you the item your fingers grazed over his briefly but that was enough for him freeze up for a moment. “Thanks Velikan, see you tomorrow!” You said and smiled at him before walking away. He muttered a quick “you’re welcome…” as he watched you walk away. Your smile was so perfect. You were so perfect. That night he barely slept. His mind flooded with thoughts about you. His stomach twisted and his chest fluttered at the memory of your fingers lightly touching his. He would give his life to feel your gentle touch against him just once more. From that day forward he would always be near you or watching you from afar. He knew how his colleagues could get so he often stayed near you mostly just to scare off anyone else. He would kill anyone on the team who dared touch you in any sort of sensual way. He never thought that you would ever be interested in someone like him. You were a beautiful soul who was sent down from the heavens in his eyes and he was a 6,7 masked military man who had taken the lives of many people. He wondered why you even joined the shadow company anyways. You seemed to loveable and kindhearted to be apart of such an organization but as long as he got to see you he wasn’t gonna complain. His interest in you turned into an obsession, he knew everything he could about you. People around base constantly teased you about Velikan being your “guard dog” or your “boyfriend” because of how much he seemed to be around you. You had no problem with it to be honest. If anything you kinda liked people thinking he was your boyfriend because you wished he really was. Admitting something like that would be the death of you tho. Your colleagues and friends would be ruthless if they ever found out, and Velikan….well you’re not sure how he’d react. It was obvious he liked you but maybe he would reject you because it would be considered unprofessional. One night you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was on your mind 24/7 and it didn’t seem like it was going to pass anytime soon so you decided to roam around the base just to clear your head or tire yourself out a bit.
You were mumbling to yourself as you walked over to the balcony and pushed the door open without a second thought before realizing Velikan was there to, having a smoke. His mask was off and my lord was it a sight to see. A sharp jawline, shaggy black hair, beautiful eyes and pale skin with a few scars. He looked over and smiled ever so slightly. “You’re up late y/n, it’s almost midnight.” He said in his deep gravely voice that made your chest flutter. “I don’t know, just couldn’t sleep I guess…” you answered quietly and went to stand beside him. You leaned on the balcony rail and looked up to admire the pretty moon and stars. You were so close to Velikan, it made your heart skip a beat. “I couldn’t sleep either.” He said and sighed slightly. He looked over at you with loving eyes . For a moment the two of you just sat peacefully in silence before he spoke up. “I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now Y/n I-uh…I think you’re really beautiful and smart and kind and caring, I could on forever about what I love about you. I could go in forever about how much I love you. And-“ before he could finish his sentence you pulled him down to kiss him gently. “I love you to Velikan, I’ve been thinking about you all day and night for weeks. I just didn’t know how to tell you…” You said breathlessly after pulling away from the kiss. You smiled at him with a slight blush as he brought you in for another kiss. That night was the best night of your life. You two are perfect together and both of you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s been a few months and you’re still a happy couple and you intend to keep it that way.
I LITERALLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE SO IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD OR BORING
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Whiskey kiss
Leon x reader - alcohol, dull motives, uncertainty, fear of relationships
💋There may be inaccuracies in translation as I am not a native English speaker💋
Leon was greeted by the rays of the sun, which began to hide behind thick clouds, covering the sky with their canvas. He stretched sleepily on the soft bed. Kennedy ran his hands over his face, trying to cheer himself up. The hand went to the right side in search of the phone. Taking it in his hands, Scott looked at the screen - exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. He himself didn’t remember how he fell asleep at lunchtime, apparently fatigue and stress took their toll. Recently, a man was on a difficult mission, and after it it is very difficult to restore his usual and normal sleep pattern. It was also on this mission that he met Ada and now Leon is particularly disappointed in her. He knew from the very beginning that they would not succeed. That this “relationship” is worthless. Kennedy had been like a dog attached to her since Raccoon City. He didn’t want to let go, he held on until the last, but Wong still left. From time to time. This is a vicious circle that leads to the abyss, and not to the meeting of clear love. Scott knew full well that this needed to end. So he did. I understood that in fact my heart was given not to the woman who just used it, but to you. You are so close and so far at the same time.
The man doesn’t know how to approach you correctly so that you don’t hurt him with thorns. This is exactly what you seemed like in the eyes of strangers: a mysterious and inaccessible rose that could hurt anyone. But he was simply afraid and is still afraid. Because of his deplorable experience with Ada, Kennedy feels that no matter who he opens his fragile and crippled heart to, he will also be mercilessly trampled and silently left, leaving him in oppressive silence. In search of answers: “Why is this happening to me?,” “What did I deserve?” Everything is so complicated and confusing... But he knows one thing for sure - nothing but Raccoon City connects him with Ada and he needs to put an end to it. Long time ago it's time.
When Leon more or less recovers from his sleepy state, remembering that today he was invited to a colleague’s birthday. You will be there too, and this news makes Scott’s heart beat like crazy, echoing in his ears. The main thing is not to be late and be on time. Make a good impression on you. But what's the point? A man long ago decided for himself that he would no longer open his heart to anyone, not even to the woman whom he considers his ideal - you. Or rather, only the mind thinks so, not the heart.
The heart is like a romantic nature, which is drawn to admire you, shower you with compliments, gain courage and confess deep feelings. But fear and common sense are stronger. They block such things. He doesn’t let you close to him, he always keeps you away. Afraid of hurting both. Putting down the phone, Leon sat up in bed, looking around the empty house. The oppressive atmosphere of loneliness is oppressive and gets worse every day. It pains him so much to watch so many of his colleagues find love. How their eyes sparkle and their smile is brighter than the daytime sun. But this is unlikely to happen to Kennedy. That's what he thought. Fingers ran over the snow-white sheet, straightening it. His gaze darted to the panoramic window in front of him. Droplets of rain can be seen on the glass, which slowly flows into a fierce downpour, creating muffled noise outside the window.
There wasn't much time to get ready for a birthday party, so Scott got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. Turning on the coffee machine and placing a cup under it, he leaned on the table. Leon sighed sadly, looking at the second chair, which was always empty. And you could sit on it. Sleepy while he cooks breakfast for you two. Hearing your laughter and smile, which always charmed him. True, Kennedy is sure that he is not worthy of you because of his crippled soul. But loneliness is such a terrible feeling that it drives you into a corner with no way to get out. A kind of cell. If he is not destined to be happy with you, all that remains is to accept it. And this is one of the most terrible things: accepting everything as it is.
The coffee machine went silent, causing Scott to snap out of his anxious thoughts. He picked up a hot cup and drank the aromatic drink, which instantly burned his throat and spread warmth throughout his body. The man knows that on this birthday everyone will be in a festive mood except him. It was almost always like this. Leon simply has a ton of problems and it is incredibly difficult to distract himself from them and act as if nothing had happened. But this is one of the opportunities to see you again, to hear you. Kennedy is generally silent about the conversation, because it is unlikely to take place. You have your own group of friends and colleagues where Scott is not included. For him, he thinks, you are just a work colleague. Familiar, nothing more.
Having emptied the cup, the man washed it and walked back into the room. It’s better to start getting ready now so as not to fly at full speed later. The choice fell on a regular snow-white shirt and black trousers. Having put them on, my gaze darted to the tie that hung on one of the hangers. With a deep sigh, Leon took it in his hands, again not daring to put it on himself. The tie made him feel constrained, brought back memories of Raccoon City, his mission in Spain. What is it that Kennedy was strangled. Therefore, as soon as the soft fabric of the tie tightened even a little around his neck, Scott immediately ran out of air, and his state of panic increased. So it hangs here, completely untouched.
Folding it back, the man straightened his shirt, which was unbuttoned by two buttons, exposing a small part of his collarbones. He ran his palms through his hair, straightening it, and then the comb was used. Having done everything as needed, the silence and emptiness of the house was cut by a ringing telephone call. Leon blinked frequently, not knowing who needed him right now, when time was running out. Moving away from the closet, Kennedy picked up the phone. Your name flashed on the screen and his heart gave off a pleasant warmth. This hidden warmth was followed by a slight fear that, perhaps, due to some circumstances, you would not show up for your colleague’s birthday and in this way you were warning him.
The man's hands trembled slightly due to excitement. Swiping aside, he accepted the challenge. Your sigh was heard and then the soft and gentle voice that he loves so much. Scott was ready to listen to him for hours on end.
- Hello, did something happen? — Leon says and sits down on the edge of the bed. The gaze darted out the window, outside of which the rain never stopped falling.
- Hello! No, I just wanted to ask, were you invited to your colleague’s birthday? - your voice resonated pleasantly in Kennedy’s ears once again, causing his lips to break into a smile.
- They called. I'm just getting ready, so sorry. It's not very convenient to talk now. We'll meet there.
- Stop...
Scott hung up, cutting off your sentence. The man took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to answer like that, to interrupt the conversation. But as Leon promised himself earlier, he doesn’t let you get close to him. Doesn't give a reason or opportunity to get closer. Kennedy is afraid of hurting himself. But he's afraid of hurting you more. Collecting his thoughts, Scott stood up, grabbed his car keys and phone, and turned off the light in the bedroom. Dark light poured from the window from behind the storm clouds, creating a dull and gloomy atmosphere - completely conveying the man’s state of mind at the moment.
***
The rain pattered on the windshield, making the road and visibility difficult. The windshield wipers often went down and up, but didn't help much in such bad weather. Leon glanced out of the corner of his eye into the mirror above, assessing the appearance. Hair. They lie neatly in an uneven parting. There are bruises under the eyes due to disrupted sleep patterns. But overall the look is as chic and fresh as always. Having arrived at his destination, Kennedy parked near the house, where all the guests were invited. Scott unlocked the car and got out. Well, the man was immediately hit by heavy rain, causing his shirt and hair to stick unpleasantly to his hair. Leon quickly ran under the roof of the house and began knocking on the door. Even a couple of seconds was enough to get wet. Still, I should have taken an umbrella
The door opened and a colleague appeared in front of him. Kennedy went inside and handed him an envelope with money.
— Happy birthday, — Scott said in a calm tone and quickly looked around the hallway and listened to the voices that came from the living room. He immediately caught your voice and your heart began to beat faster, making you freeze.
- Thank you... Come in, don’t stand in the aisle. Can I give you a change of clothes? Or you can dry it with a hairdryer.
Leon shakes his head, taking off his wet shoes. Hands rushed to the damp hair, smoothing it and straightening it.
- No thanks. I’ll dry, — he answered briefly and with a deep sigh followed into the living room, where almost all the guests were already there. The pleasant smell of spices and all kinds of dishes hit my nose. Kennedy accidentally locked eyes with you. You smiled brightly at him and stood up.
— Hello! — you drawled and took a couple of steps. Your gaze raked over Scott's body. Due to the fact that the shirt got wet, it became transparent and through it you can see the outlines of strong muscles and abs. You blushed and to change the subject, you opened your arms for a friendly hug. He froze, not expecting such a development of events and that you would even come up to say hello. The man looked around awkwardly and squeezed out the first excuse that came to mind.
- Hello. I think you better not hug me, you'll be all wet.
You snorted and rolled your eyes, showing with all your gut that you didn’t care about this fact. You hugged his lower back. Leon's palm rested on your back, fighting the urge to stroke it and start a conversation with you. But he would rather insure you from further moral pain than open your heart and soul.
- How are you in general? “I heard that the last mission was difficult,” you asked, nudging Kennedy to talk. He always seemed like a nice and interesting person to you, with his own deep inner world that no one wanted to understand.
Scott still slowly moves away from you, avoiding eye contact with all his might.
- Yes, it was hard. But I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said coldly and a little rudely and turned his head towards the table with dishes. His heart aches from his own cold and rude answers. But it will be better for you... Is this true or is Leon just convinced of it? Unknown. Kennedy really really wants to share with you the details of the mission, about his experiences, emotions and life. It is forbidden. He had already decided a long time ago.
- What's wrong with you? “You said carefully, raising your eyebrows. Scott has never been talkative to you, but today, for some reason, he acted rude and distant.
- Nothing, everything is fine.
After these words, Leon walked to the table and chose a place away from you, so as not to give in to temptation once again. But one way or another, your views still crossed. There was the clink of dishes, conversations and muffled laughter, but none of this was important to him. Kennedy thought only about you, a bright smile, trembling hugs... It was as if he had fallen out of the world, plunging into his thoughts. The man took some food onto his plate, trying to concentrate on the food. While the others continued to discuss something, Scott remained silent. With every second, being here became unbearable.
All you did was glance at Leon. Today he seems so strange, withdrawn. Completely different. As if something had happened. His appetite disappeared, leaving behind only interest and the desire to find out what was wrong with him. After all, when you asked a substantive question, Kennedy simply waved it off and left the table. Raising your eyebrows, you tried to distract yourself at least a little, getting involved in a conversation with your colleague and other guys. And it really helped.
And only Scott continued to sit motionless, he could not see your smile, shining eyes, and laughter, knowing that he did not deserve them. And if you enter into a relationship with him, the shine and shine will fade forever. What was also upsetting was the fact that no matter how you look at it, you won’t be his girl. You will not be his beloved woman, the closest person on earth. Unable to bear it, the man stood up, taking with him a glass filled with whiskey. His feet carried him to a small sofa in the corner of the room, while the rest of his colleagues chatted cheerfully and carefree with each other. Leon sighs heavily and turns his gaze to the window, outside which the rain does not subside.
Drops hit the windowsill and slowly flow down the glass. Kennedy picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a couple of small sips, and the drink immediately burns his throat. To avoid tormenting himself even more, Scott tried not to look at those bya. So he turned his face away, slowly rotating the glass in his hands. A few minutes later, Leon felt the sofa sag a little under someone’s weight. Kennedy reflexively turned his head to the side and noticed you. You sat down on the couch and looked at Scott with a frown.
— Come on, tell me,— you whispered tenderly, afraid of making it even worse. But you really wonder how he feels and why he behaves this way.
- Tell me what? “I’m fine,” the man answered briefly, placing the glasses of whiskey on the table with a knock. You take a deep breath and gently touch his shoulder in a comforting gesture.
— I see that something is bothering you. I just want to help…
All sorts of emotions consume him. Leon shouldn't give you a chance to get closer. This seems to be the boiling point. Kennedy flares up like a match, abruptly throwing your hand off his shoulder.
- I said everything is fine! - He raised his voice and immediately regretted it. How many times have I sworn that I won’t offend or cause pain. What did you do right now? You definitely shouldn't be together. The man is simply sure that he will bring you nothing but pain. He lowered his head down and took the glass of alcohol in his hands again, nervously rubbing it in his large palms, feeling guilty. You looked away and stood up silently, leaving Scott in depressing loneliness. It made me sad that you were trying to help, but they just snapped at you.
Or you have excessive concern for everyone and a desire to help and save. You went to the kitchen to somehow escape from the sadness and just be in silence. Approaching the countertop, you placed your palms on it, looking around the stove and other elements of the kitchen. It was not clear to you why Leon suddenly became much colder. He has become so closed, inaccessible... He doesn’t let you near him, he keeps you away, he doesn’t notice you. There's clearly something fishy going on here. Just as you wanted to move away, you felt hot breath near your ear and saw someone’s palms resting on the tabletop. Pleasant goosebumps ran through your body. Still, the slight influence of alcohol made itself felt.
— Um... Forgive me,— Kennedy whispered, touching your chin. He doesn't know what motivates him now. Recklessness or true feelings that he cannot contain. Alcohol gave him courage and relaxation.
You turn your head to the right, looking at Scott’s wet and parted lips, which are a couple of centimeters from yours.
You were the first to take the initiative and involve Leon in a sweet kiss. Kennedy realized that there was no turning back and there was no point in holding back. His hand reaches for your hair, running his palm there and squeezing it. The other one grabs your waist tightly, pressing you to her body. With a quiet smacking sound, the man pushes his tongue into your mouth, interlocking with yours. You moaned through the kiss, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. The taste of whiskey was felt on the tongue. It was wet, humid and so desirable. Sanity quickly returned and Leon quickly pulled away, trying to catch his breath.
- No you can not. We can’t...I will only bring you pain,— he quickly whispered, looking down. The heart rate was simply crazy. Your lips were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss them more and more. But then he will cross the line that he has been building for so long. Just drown in feelings.
- You're so stupid. Calm down, I know that I will only be happy with you and no one else.
Your fingers lifted Scott’s chin. Your lips crashed into the man’s lips again, reproducing the kiss with the same passion. Leon understands that there is no point in coming up with stupid excuses, especially if you yourself want it. His warm and gentle palms touch your cheeks, slowly stroking them. Kennedy yanks you against the tabletop, continuing to crush your lips. Scott's tongue latches onto yours again, creating a dance of sorts. The bittersweet taste of alcohol intensified, adding a special passion to the kiss.
“Damn, her lips are so sweet...” the man said mentally, unable to believe that this was happening to him now: he was kissing you. The most ideal and tender girl for him, whom he had so desired for a long time. And for that matter, Leon will do everything possible so as not to hurt her. To protect it like a fragile crystal vase. Give only love and do not create wounds that cannot be corrected. Due to lack of air, the two of you pull away. Kennedy's hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, stroking it a little before removing them completely.
—I love you,— Scott whispered quietly but firmly, taking your hands in his hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought it to his lips and left a short, wet kiss. - I don't want you to get hurt. It simply seems to me that I don’t know how to love and that this will only cause suffering.
You took a deep breath and stroked his fingers through the lock.
- Leon, calm down and listen to me. How much I saw you, how much I talked with you - you are a good person. Responsible and kind. I never I wouldn’t choose someone bad as a partner. And I love you too, with all my heart.
A smile shone on your lips and, unclasping your arms, you slowly embraced, leaving behind the loud voices of your colleagues and their thoughts about something. At the moment, only you exist with each other and no one else. Kennedy's arms tighten around your waist, pulling you against his strong body. This means that the universe gave him a chance that all is not lost and that he is able to receive his long-awaited and desired love.
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Tremors (1990) + cody/rex?
Or: mad max fury road + jango/obi-wan?
(such a fun prompt idea! unfortunately all movies fled my mind as soon as I tried to think of one lmao)
i need you to know that it took me longer than it should to write this one because i just couldn't chose lmao
i ended up going with tremors though :> pre-relationship, missing scene very early in the war, ~600w, pov cody.
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The lieutenant’s voice barely breaks the silence.
“That could work.”
Cody turns to look at him, his shell scraping against the curved belly of the boulder. The lieutenant’s still sitting next to him, bucket off and between his legs, a beat-up datapad with a cracked display resting on it.
Now and then it shivers, whatever’s been boring its way through the shifting dirt all around them getting too close for comfort, and the datapad’s weak blue light slides down the lieutenant’s face and shivers in turn, painting his shell in the same colour. He almost got caught in one of the creature’s last tries, and his armour paid the price: the thing cracked the pauldron and vambrace on his left arm, left a deep gouge on the back plates. One of the medics looked him over: Lieutenant Rex made it out of that skirmish just fine. He shed the damaged pieces of armour, and they now lie on the boulder next to him, pale as bone in the pale light of the planet’s small moons.
At first he kept poking at them, lips pressed tight, and at first Cody didn’t quite get why: armour is just armour, and it’s not as if the thing had messed up his bucket paint or something like that.
But Ghost’s spent the better part of that day on that rock, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for backup or death, whichever came first, and Cody’s had very little to do except think—and he might have spent most of that time trying to find a way to survive, to kill the creature, but Cody’s Kamino bred, designed to hold a lot of moving pieces in the back of his mind at the same time.
It didn’t take him too long to realise that the lieutenant is a fastidious man—he just didn’t like the creature fucking up his shell. It might be vanity; it might be something else, Cody’s still working out that one. But it happened, and now he’s annoyed, and Cody’s found out the lieutenant’s mind functions better when he’s annoyed, and if he has had an idea that he thinks might work… well.
“Lieutenant,” Cody starts. “What could work?”
Lieutenant Rex blinks up at him. The creature threw him against the boulders after he got it in the maw, and there’s dry blood on his face, under his nose and staining the corner of his mouth. A flash of memory: the dying sun, red and still warm, and the way it had painted the blond stubble on his jaw in bloody orange, hiding the blood stains and making his dark eyes look darker.
“It’s just an idea, sir,” the lieutenant replies, voice careful.
Oh, that won’t do.
Cody tilts his head. He says nothing—he knows he won’t have to. By now, Lieutenant Rex knows him well enough to know what that means.
And there it is: Lieutenant Rex scowls, jaw tight, his deepening annoyance cracking the easygoing mask he’s so good at turning his face into before he gets it under control.
The lieutenant clears his throat and shifts closer, his knee knocking against Cody’s. Cody turns to face him, maneuvering the best he can in the narrow space, leans forward when Rex starts talking, and Cody’s very good at holding off distractions, at thinking about many things at once, so he listens carefully and resolutely does not fixate on the way his lieutenant’s eyes reflect the moonlight, or on the steady press of his knee against Cody’s, or on the confidence with whom he outlines his plan, or anything else.
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Pllsss I want Vale to see Arcmarc pet play, he would have an aneurysm
sorry if it took long, had been submerged with uni work
SO
How would he find out?
I'd say during a race weekend, after the race, Bezz is extremely sad by how his race went, he's ended up barely inside the points, his teammate once again doing better than him, Vale not helping at all, listing all the magnificent things Pecco did and how he won like that, and in general not feeling appreciated/good enough for the team.
He goes to Marc's motorhome to find some peace of mind, but almost regrets it because when he sneaks in he can smell the champagne, he can see the trophy shining on the table and just doesn't wanna ruin Marc's mood, who is smiling bright and buzzing with energy.
Bezz tries to fake being happy but Marc reads him like an open book and sits him down on the bed, stroking his hair and telling him he's been really good, the bike just isn't the one he needs or knows right now, but that he'll get it figured out soon enough for sure, because he really is good at it.
then Bezz just looks at Marc and asks him "Please can you make my brain quiet? I just need you"
and he nods, slowly undressing himself and then Bezz, who doesn't oppose in any way.
He gets on his lap, plays with his hair, then with his piercing,
"Want me to take care of you my good boy yes?" and Bezz is already moaning, his brain getting foggy as the seconds pass, the only clear thing present in his mind being Marc.
IN THAT MOMENT
Vale goes to look for Bezz in his own motorhome but doesn't find him, asks around a bit and then stumbles upon Dani, he asks if he's seen Bezz and the only thing Dani says it's "Like father, like son" before pulling away.
Vale pales because he knows where Bezz is now, he sprints to Marc's motorhome and tries to peak from one of the high windows he so stupidly has on his walls, and when he does
oh well
he's met with a sight he doesn't think will be able to remove, Marc is bouncing up and down Bezz's cock eyes hungry and lust-filled, Bezz has both his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets and obviously moaning.
But the one thing that strucks him the most is the fucking collar with a leash Bezz is wearing, its of a dark black, very thight on the boy's neck, and it's got the name Marco written in front in big bold silver letters.
The chain is silver as well, shining and reflecting the light coming from the lamp on top of the room, and oh my god is he shocked
MEANWHILE
inside the motorhome Bezz is at fucking cloud nine, he can't think straight, the only things he can say, actually moan, out loud are Marc, more and please
He's completely gone, he'd been like that the second Marc got off of him to go grab lube and the collar, hearing the soft tingling of metal against metal, and he was about to die when Marc takes off both their underwear and starts to touch Bezz's dick with a lube-covered hand, coating him completely and sinking down on him immediately after.
As he reached the base he'd clasped the collar around the boy's neck and began tugging on it, forcing their faces to be closer
He began moving, his thighs not giving any sign of giving up, and looked deep into Bezz's eyes.
"You fill me up so nicely Marco, I can feel you here" and Marc honest to god takes the boy's hand and presses it against his stomach were his cock is, making his feel the bulge inside of him, and Bezz tries to get a bit of control on the situation by gripping Marc's hips to move them as he wants, but he's interrupted by him
"Only good boys are getting the reward bonito, but you're lucky and you've been the best boy out there, you deserve to cum in me today, you like that?"
Bezz practically mewls, throwing his head back with his eyes closed, but Marc pulls him back against his chest using the leash, telling him he has to keep being good or he's going to take away his prize.
Bezz nods, trying to keep as still as possible while Marc keeps on riding him so good he's sure he could cum on the spot.
"Such a good boy Marco, following all the orders I give you like a good puppy, all collared for me, so good"
Bezz dies.
He ascends to heaven and then falls to hell all in three spilt seconds, he's coming inside Marc, filling him up completely and collapsing on his back, getting his hand on Marc's dick and making him cum all over his chest and stomach.
"You were so good for me Marco, really really good boy" Bezz can't even answer anymore, he smiles weakly and blissed out, he can only feel his collar being unclasped and restored wherever Marc keeps it.
He can feel a soft kiss pressed on his temples and Marc laying beside him, still chanting praises to him like a prayer, falling asleep at the sound of it.
OUTSIDE THE MOTORHOME
Vale is having a heart attack, a stroke, every fucking fulminating disease who can end his life right that second.
He had just seen, and worst of all heard cause those two were everything but quiet, Marc and Bezz fucking each other, petplay involved and he could feel the life abandoning him quickly, he had to get away otherwise he would've thrown up, then killed both of them and then thrown up again.
He runs away before getting spotted, he could handle anything BUT getting spotted near that turquoise monstrosity of a garage.
Well, that was now second to seeing his disciple fuck his ex.
#alice journal of asks#anon🩷#anon whoever you are know you are loved and you convinced my lazy brain to birth this at midnight when I gotta be up at 7 tomorrow#I honestly feel this could be a oneshot to post on Ao3#my brain just activated and went on to produce this#motogp rpf#motogpblr#bezz#marc marquez#valentino rossi#marcmarc#bezquez
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