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gilverrwrites · 5 months

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Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie. Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey, patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no matter what comes first.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Okay I am SO sorry if this is against your rules, it says in your pinned post their alright. I just wanna see Hoppers reaction to reader having a pregnancy scare (readers not actually pregnant it’s just a scare) (Eddie would be the ‘dad’

Again SO SORRY if this is a bad request. Please let me know if it is. I love your writing and just thought this was funny with the whole “I know how to cover up a murder” line.

This is part 2 to this fic

Warning: pregnancy scare, mention of unprotected sex

You were sitting on your bed, doing homework when your father's voice boomed through the cabin, making the walls tremble. The loud sound startled you, making you jump on your bed and drop your pen.

‘’Y/N Hopper! Get your ass over here this instant!’’

You scrambled off the bed and stepped out in the living area, finding him standing in only a towel around his waist and an angry expression on his face. Whatever was the reason for his anger, you were in big trouble.

‘’Care to explain what this is and why it was in our bathroom?’’ He held an empty pink pregnancy test box and your face blanched.

Shit.

You stood there frozen, out of words. You took the test while he was at work yesterday and apparently, you had forgotten to throw away the box. You should’ve taken the test at Eddie’s trailer.

‘’I…’’

‘’No stammering. I want explanations. Now.’’

Patience was not in Jim Hopper's blood and everyone in Hawkins knew. As his daughter, you were the best placed to know, having heard him shout at the jelly jar too many times in the mornings because it wouldn't open.

You tried to speak again - you couldn’t let him come to the wrong conclusion -, but the words wouldn’t come out and now he must be thinking you’re pregnant - you aren’t. You thought you were yesterday, but the test turned out negative and fear left both your and Eddie’s bodies when you saw the single bar in the test.

Instead of explaining the truth, you vomited something dumb.

‘’Oh my god! Is Joyce pregnant?’’

‘’What?! No! This is not Joyce’s. Joyce and I haven’t- why am I telling you this? Whatever is going on between Joyce and I is none of your business.’’ Hopper shook his head, having drifted from the initial subject. ‘’Don’t try to fool me! I know what you're trying to do you little minx and it’s not going to work. Why was this box in our bathroom? I don’t have…lady bits so it ain’t mine, which only leaves us one option.’’

You sighed. ‘’Okay okay, it is mine. We may have had a pregnancy scare yesterday.’’ You bit down your lip, apprehending his reaction. ‘’But I’m not pregnant, so you don’t have to reach for your gun.’’

‘’'We' as in…’’

‘’Me and Eddie!’’ you replied exasperatedly. ‘’God, Dad, who else did you think it could be?’’

‘’Wait. A pregnancy scare, you said? Meaning…’’

‘’That I’m not pregnant,’’ you finished.

You had turned eighteen a few weeks ago, getting pregnant was not in your near future plans. You hadn't even graduated yet!

Before you, Hopper let out a loud sigh of relief. ‘’Thank you Jesus! I was not ready to become a grandpa. Why didn't you start with that? You know you can always come to me to tell me thing-’’

‘’I actually can't,’’ you said. ‘’In case you don't remember, you threatened Eddie in case he would get me pregnant. Sorry, Dad, but I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want to risk anything happening to him just because of a pregnancy scare.’’

‘’I…I was only joking when I said that, Y/N. I’m not a psycho.’’

Once the conversation was over, you went to your room and called Eddie on the phone. ‘’Dad found the pregnancy test box. I thought you had tossed it in the trash,’’ you hissed into the phone.

‘’Shit. I must’ve forgotten.’’ You could hear the guilt in his voice, then it was replaced by worry. ‘’Is he coming for me? Should I hide?’’

A chuckle left your lips. ‘’No. You’re safe.’’

Eddie breathed out in relief. ‘’I’m sorry it got you in trouble.’’

‘’It’s okay. He doesn’t know that it happened three times.’’

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iamheretemporarly · 1 year

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Ok so, people were interested so here

Ok so

It takes place after the kraang invasion for rottmnt and at the beginning of season 1 for 12 tmnt

Portal shenanigans happens and oop, rise leo is thrown in the 12 universe

He bonds with them (even tho a certain turtle is jelly rn) and the episode where raph and leeo fight about leadership happens, and instead of raph going "i can be a better leader" he actually goes "i bet that leon over there would be a better leader"

They nominate leon as leader, and leo storms off, he meets karai, usual stuff

And the snakeweek incident never happens cause leon actually manages under stress and didn't freeze like raph did in the og episode

So leon is still chosen leader by the team (splinter is very blissfully unaware because the boys kept this between them)

The tension between leo and Leon only gets thicker, leon knows that this is not good, he knows that leo's bros are only trying to get under his skin and they don't mean any true harm, but he can sense thaat there's something wrong

One day he catches leo watching space Heroes by himself

So he scoots over

"what'cha watching?" he asked, obviously trting6to strike a conversation

Any emotions that were visible on leo's face fell, silence, then he proceeded to answer "space heroes..."

"what's it about?"

"... Its about this space captain that saves galaxies with his team"

"ooooo, just like jupiter jim!"

Leo frowns, and Leon doesn't know why so he decides to lighten it up a bit by explaining what JJ is

"it's a sci-fi space show too! It actually has the same premise of space heros where-"

"CAN YOU NOT -" the shout of leo cuts him off

"huh-"

"So what?! You're gonna replace space heros too? That's what you're gonna do?"

"jeez kid, no need to get so defensive, it's just a tv show-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE SHOW—"

Silence fell heavy on the room after that, leo deciding ro break it

"it's not about the show- it's about- ALL OF THIS! yiu can't just- just waltz in and take the ONE thing i was good at and act like nothing' s going on!"

"leo-"

"Being leader was the onky good thing i had! The only purpose i was able to serve! Raph is the strongest, donnie's the smartest and mikey's the life of the team! But me?! I got NOTHING! sure i can come up with plans, but nothing as precise as donnie's, i can crack jokes but no one laughs at them like they do at mikey's, and i can pull my weigh, but raph can pick all of our weights, the only reason i train hard everyday is so i can keep up with them! And when i finally got something, when i finally have something of my own, you decided to come in and take it! Heck they never listen to me when i talk about space heros, but suddenly they're interested when YOU decide to talk about your stupid jupiter jim, and i kmow for sure that they're not fans of space sci-fi! "

Leo stops as he draws in a deep breath after dropping that shell bomb doing nothing but leaving leon stunned and speechless

"... Who am i kidding, you're the fun Leonardo, everything I'm not and everything they'd want... Of course they'd listen to you..."

Silence is invading the place again before its broken by leo as he gets up, the show he'd been watching long forgotten and abandoned

" j-just leave me alone... You got brothers that would love your company more than mine... Plus I'm pretty boring to hang around with"

And with that he retreated back to his room

Leon just sat there processing everything

These kids need to talk this out, asap

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year

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not nearly enough

(robert aeor high au p10)

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ITS BEEN TOO LONG- ok ok ok yEEEEeeEeEe im excited to post this one :000 ITS PART 10 GUYS OMG WE HIT THE DOUBLE DIGITS also 40,000 words in total in the entirety of the fic so YEYY

Before Jim came to town, Scott was… well, not fine, exactly- but he was laying low, he was safe, in a sense. He was biding his time until he could leave, until he could get out of the hellhole of a town he still lives in. He had a plan, and Jimmy interrupted that in the worst- oh, who is he kidding- best way possible.

or, its been SIX MONTHS time skip jumpscare HAHHAHAHAHA

TW: anxiety, depression, self-hatred, MAGICAL FLASHBACKS, references to past abuse, etc etc the usual

(5141 words)

And so the months pass, months of sleeping uncomfortably in Jimmy’s bed, months of trying to stay calm when he has flashbacks in the middle of the night, months of staying inside as much as he can for fear that he’ll see Father at the park or the grocery store or anywhere, really. John and Laura bought him a new phone, so at least he can still communicate with the people he relies on.

The others, Joel and Shelby and Owen, were irate when they heard that Scott was now living with Jimmy and Beks, or more so, the reason why: Scott can still remember Shubble shrieking “WHAT?!” when he told her the news, so loud he’d actually heard ringing in his ears- after the initial shock, she kept ranting for about twenty minutes straight about abusive parents and neglectfulness and yada yada yada, stuff Scott’s heard a million times before.

Owen, to contrast, stayed very quiet, the anger simmering right below his voice, just enough so that Scott could hear the hints of it, the bits of raw emotion his best friend couldn’t quite keep hidden. Joel had literally stormed over to Jimmy’s house and started yelling at everyone and everything, including Scott, Beky and her parents, and Jimmy- three different reactions from three different people, all displaying their personalities really well.

But for the most part, it’s been good living with John and Laura; they let him skip school when he needs to, John is an excellent cook (it’s so nice not having to eat peanut butter jelly sandwiches anymore) and Laura makes the second-best tea Scott’s ever drunk (first is Jimmy’s, of course.) His favorite part of his current arrangement, however, is his evening “Jimmy time,” as he’s come to think of it- every evening, he and Jimmy go down to the TV room and watch a movie, play a video game they’re both trash at, or video call Shelby and Joel.

Looking back from where he is now, it’s kind of unclear to Scott where and when Jimmy time started, but he knows it’s been going on since at least a week after he moved in. At first, he’d worried that Jimmy didn’t enjoy spending that much time with him, but the avian’s never complained and so Scott has grown accustomed to this little routine, he’s grown to enjoy the three or four hours they’ll spend together every night.

But on the more negative side of the cucumber, things are not going well with Owen. He’s drifted further and further away from the center of their group, and especially since he lives so close to Scott’s old house, they haven’t had any time to hang out just the two of them. He’s tried to text Owen a bit, but things have grown strained between him, not the easy-going friendship Scott’s so accustomed to, the friendship he relies on. Something’s shifted, and though he can’t put a finger on exactly what, he’s pretty sure it has to do with Jimmy.

Why does absolutely everything in Scott’s life always boil back down to Jimmy?

He’s still running his morning jog on the weekends, though he’s changed his route significantly so it doesn’t go anywhere near his old neighborhood, as just the possibility of seeing his father, or even the mansion, make Scott feel like he’s going to throw up. But other than this little weekly routine, Scott doesn’t spend much time outside at all.

His days are now spent in solitude, watching YouTube on his phone in Jimmy’s room or simply laying on the bed, getting lost in his anxiety and self-hatred. Often, Jimmy, Shelby, or Joel will try to invite him on an outing, but he declines every time, brushing away their worried glances and hushed comments. Most of the time, Scott is alone. And he has to admit, he kind of likes it that way.

If he’s alone, he doesn’t have to focus on the stresses of small-talk and human interaction, he doesn’t have to pretend to smile behind a curtain of self-doubt, he doesn’t have to act like he’s getting better, the way everyone expects him to. Because he’s not getting better. It’s been six months, six months, since he moved in with Jimmy- he’s almost eighteen, and Jimmy’s finally seventeen, another half of a year has gone by but nothing’s changed; he just can’t shake the beast that roils within him, the dark, biting cloud that gnaws at him from the inside out.

Jimmy’s great and all, Scott really appreciates all he’s done for him, but the simple fact of the matter is that Scott’s basically in love with the avian, and Jimmy decidedly does not reciprocate his feelings, meaning that there’s always some sort of catch when they’re hanging out. Scott can’t let himself go all the way, can’t make the same sort of raucous jokes he can with Owen, there’s always this slight weird formality between them. Not anything noticeable from an outside standpoint, but Scott sees it, and he knows Jimmy does too. It tends to make things… more difficult than necessary

He misses his best friend. Scott misses Owen, more than he’s ever missed anyone in his life. He misses the way they used to laugh at the park, he misses when they would climb trees to get away from Owen’s multitude of little sisters, he misses every fleeting moment he and his best friend have ever shared. And as much as he loves Jimmy, the avian can’t give him back the simple, platonic moments that have made up some of the best parts of his life.

Memories are a strange thing, Scott supposes as he sits alone on the bed, because though you always wish you could go back and change things, you can’t. There is no possibility, there is no feasible way that Scott could ever change the way things have worked out. But sometimes, when he’s sat alone with nothing to do, feeling the safety in boredom, he finds himself wondering what he would change if he could.

Usually, he tells himself he would’ve chosen to choose his words more carefully that fateful night when everything changed forever, he would’ve skirted around the issues and just been a good little boy. Sometimes he thinks that he wouldn’t have kissed Jimmy, sometimes, when he’s feeling really terrible, he tells himself he would’ve just made it so he doesn’t exist.

But at times like this, when he’s alone and sane and completely transparent with himself, he knows that what he would’ve changed is the fact that he even met Jimmy in the first place. And yeah, he knows it sounds weird and ungrateful but it’s true- as much as he loves and cares about the avian, Jimmy’s basically the godfather of all Scott’s struggles.

Everything’s kind of gone downhill since he met Jimmy, but he’s enjoyed almost every second of the fall, and that, right there, is a problem. Scott’s addicted to the change, he’s addicted to the presence and light the avian brings to his life, but he’s also completely drawn in by the hurt that seems to follow Jimmy like a dark haze, bringing nothing but grief to those he comes to know.

He wryly recalls, all those months ago, mentioning to Joel how canaries are harbingers of death- but that was never the whole proverb, was it? No. If Scott remembers his mother’s stories well enough, it was “canary call, first to fall.” Mother would always speak of how Scott should never trust a canary; how they were nothing but trouble no matter what, even if it wasn’t intentional. And he supposes she’s been proven right, but also…

He doesn’t know. He just- something about him just can’t let Jimmy go. Something about the avian is just so… easy. Or it was. Before the concussion, before…

He can’t think about that. Every time it crosses his mind, their supposed kiss, Scott’s mouth goes dry and his cheeks flush, he’ll just find himself blushing at random points in the day whenever something reminds him. He wishes… he kind of wishes he could remember it. He wishes he hadn’t forgotten, he wishes Jimmy would like him, he just can't stop wishing-

Scott just can’t stop thinking about how things could have been, the way they could have gone if only the slightest things had happened differently, but it hasn’t, it hasn’t it hasn’t it hasn’t and Scott’s starting to panic-

The door to the room creaks open, snapping Scott out of his thoughts. Speak of the devil. It’s Jimmy, and as much as Scott hates it, his whole face lights up at the avian’s presence. “Hey,” Jimmy greets, dumping his backpack on the bed. “How’s it going? I brought your homework, by the way.”

Scott tries to smile, tries to pretend he hasn’t just been thinking about all the things he wished were different, tries to pretend his brain hasn’t just been riddled with thoughts of the boy now stood in front of him. “Hey,” Scott replies, mimicking Jimmy’s nonchalant tone, just the sight of the canary stood in front of him as panic-inducing as ever, his heart beating faster than a rabbit’s. “How’d school go?”

“It was alright,” Jimmy mutters, flopping down onto the bed and spreading his limbs every which way, leaving Scott to look down at him, pulling his knees to his chest to make sure he’s not sitting on Jim’s feathers. “ELA was a beast, though- I don’t envy you having to do that homework with no context.”

Scott groans, tilting back his head to look up at the ceiling, bracing himself up with his hands behind him. “Would you help me?”

“Obviously,” Jimmy scoffs, maneuvering into a sitting position, his hand brushing momentarily against Scott’s before he wraps his arms around his knees. The warmth lingers on his frigid skin, as it always does whenever he and Jimmy touch. “But do you wanna go get food first? I’m famished, and knowing you, you’ve probably kept yourself locked up in this little room all day.” It’s true; Scott doesn’t think he’s left the bedroom at all today, except for maybe once or twice to use the bathroom or take a shower.

“Ha, fair enough,” Scott concedes, pushing himself up off the bed and following Jimmy through the door. As they trundle down the stairs, Scott can’t help but recall the first time he came to this house- how Jimmy had stood upon these very stairs, resplendent and practically glowing in his light green dress. Scott remembers how his biggest worry that day had simply been things ending up awkward between him and Jim. Little had he known that later that very same day, he would literally be evicted from his own home.

He tries not to think about the part where he literally kissed the boy he was hoping not to be embarrassing around.

They enter the kitchen, John’s favorite place in the whole house; purple and green and yellow and so many other colors adorn the walls in alternating stripes, the cabinets painted with the complement of the walls around them. Jimmy’s citrusy scent mixes into the cinnamon and cilantro of the kitchen as he pulls open the door to the fridge, pausing as he surveys the contents.

“What do you wanna eat?” Jimmy asks, turning back towards Scott.

“Um, I don’t really know.” Scott can’t remember the last time he’s felt genuinely hungry, but he does know that if he doesn’t eat he will starve regardless of what it feels like. So every night he gulps down a quick meal, and that’s all he’ll eat for a day unless he and Jimmy are having popcorn with a movie. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, I guess.”

The canary nods, used to this response by now, and pulls out a can of chicken tikka masala left over from the last time they’d ordered Indian food. “Shall I pop this in the microwave?”

“That’d actually be great, thank you,” Scott agrees. “I think some CTM might actually hit the spod right now. By the way, where’s Bek?” He hasn’t seen her yet, which is strange- Beks is usually right up in everyone’s face, yelling for attention.

“Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s gone over to Krow’s for a sleepover.” Jimmy doesn’t look back at him as he mixes the masala with rice, separates it into two bowls, and pops them both into the microwave.

Scott laughs, propping himself up on the island with his hands. “But doesn’t Bek always come home angry at Krow from those sleepovers because it’ll use its siren song to get her to tell it all her secrets?”

Jimmy lets out a tinkling snicker. “Well, yeah, but El’s going to be there as well, so I’m hoping that she’ll act as some sort of peace-maker. She’s, like, the only one Krow’ll ever listen to. Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

They stand there in silence for a couple minutes, the air tinged with more awkwardness than Scott cares to admit, especially for someone he’s lived six months with. He can tell almost instinctively that they’re both thinking about the kiss, Jimmy probably replaying the actual memory over in his mind while Scott sees the approximation he’s managed to piece together. He can practically see Jim’s disgusted face, shocked eyebrows and an angry furrow to his forehead- a thick feeling of shame wells in the pits of Scott’s stomach, and it’s not the first time.

Scott’s been thinking about it for months, and yet he still can’t believe that, delirious as he was, he actually kissed Jimmy. The typical version of him could never work up the courage to do that- not in a million, billion, trillion years. Scott could count all the stars in the sky before he would try to kiss Jim.

“So! What do you wanna do tonight?” Jimmy asks, reaching up on his tiptoes to pull the food out of the microwave.

“Um, I was thinking we could watch a Disney movie? One of the newer ones, maybe Big Hero 6, Soul, or Luca?” Scott suggests, running a hand backwards through his snakes.

“Soul and Luca are Pixar, silly.” Jimmy laughs, and just like every time his high, chirping bird-like snicker escapes his mouth, Scott feels like he’s soaring above the clouds, and he can’t help but remember how much easier it was when he was still in denial about his love for the canary. But then the laughter is cut off abruptly and a look of panic crosses over Jimmy’s face. With shaking hands, he sets the bowls down on the counter, and Scott can tell that if he’d been holding them for a moment longer, they would have been dropped.

Scott’s there in an instant, working his way around the island to Jimmy’s side. He cautiously places a hand on the avian’s shoulder. “You good?” Scott asks, surveying Jimmy’s face with concern.

“Y-yeah, I think I’m-”

Suddenly Scott’s somewhere else, a playroom full of toys much too young for someone his age, the windows and doors barred from the outside, simple, almost blindingly white walls pressing in imposingly on all sides. There are two people peering through the iron bars at a canary avian sat in the middle of the room, one a salmon Seafolk and the other an axolotl, like Lizzie, Joel’s crush.

“Which one is it?” A biting voice comes from the axolotl, not something Scott would expect from such a typically peaceful species- but his voice is directed unmistakably towards the canary in the middle of the room.

“Oh! Hi, Patty, do you have guests?” The avian speaks before the salmon, presumably Patty, can respond, and as they step eagerly towards the door, Scott catches a glimpse of their face.

His face is about five years younger, fuller and hair less scruffy, a voice somehow even higher than the one he currently possesses, but Scott knows him.

It’s Jimmy.

“What can you tell me about Chicago? I’ve heard about Chicago,” the younger version of the boy Scott’s come to love asks, wrapping his hands around the bars of the door and staring with excitement up at the disgusted axolotl, who recoils from the canary, a sneer wrapping around his features.

“Shut up, kid,” Patty hisses, before regaining her composure and turning to the salmon. “Ahem, Mr Barnaby, that is… Jimmy, he’s a canary avian whom I found on my many travels throughout the globe.”

“Why’s it asking so many questions? Aren’t they all supposed to be tame?”

“Oh, haha.” Patty laughs; a small, fake giggle that grinds into Scott’s teeth and sets his skin on edge. “Jimmy’s always been a curious little bird.”

And then Scott’s back, back to the kitchen, reeling from the whiplash he’s just experienced. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s staring right into the same exact avian’s eyes, but 5 years older. For a moment, neither of them speak, thousands of words communicated in simple eye contact. Scott never used to be able to look anyone in the eyes, and for most people, he still can’t- but Jimmy’s a rare exception.

“D-did you-” Jim breaks the silence, looking shaken beyond words, his skin ashen as he tries clearly to hold back his tears.

“I saw it, yeah,” Scott says, taking Jim’s hand in both of his own before he can think about it too much. Selfish, selfish, selfish. “What was that? How did we both see- okay, the how isn’t important right now, we can talk about that later. I just need to know if you’re okay- I remember you told me about a Patty once, but I didn’t think- I never expected-” Scott’s at a loss for words, because whatever he’s just witnessed is so- so despicable-

She hurt Jimmy. She hurt him and no one’s allowed to hurt Jim, he’s too sweet and kind and he always puts others before himself, he laughs at the stupidest jokes and is undeniably the most genuinely kind person Scott thinks he’s ever met. He begins to feel a rage building in the back of his throat, because who would- what kind of monster- who could ever find it in themselves to hate Jim?

Jimmy’s struggles and the way he’s dealt with them put what Scott’s been through to shame, and he can feel the guilt beginning to gnaw up at him from the insides biting and churning. Here he is, sitting alone and feeling sorry for himself, when Jimmy was held fucking prisoner, a hostage in a cell, by a person he professed to trust, maybe even saw as a mother figure?

“No, it-it’s fine, I left, I got out of there, she doesn’t matter anymore,” Jimmy mutters, wrapping his free arm around himself but not removing his hand from Scott’s grasp. “I’m fine. I just don’t- I just don’t think about it, very much. That bit you saw, when she said-” he takes a deep breath, as if the next thing he’s saying takes a lot of power to conjure up- “when she said, ‘Jimmy’s always been a curious little b-bird,’ she used to say that a lot, and it’s-” his words all come out in a rush now, and Scott knows the feeling- Jimmy’s just trying to rush all his emotions out before they consume him too much.

“It’s kind of ingrained in my memory,” he continues, looking down at the floor and gripping Scott’s hand so tight he thinks it might fall off. “I don’t know why, but she- her voice- it’s in my head, it won’t g-go away, it’s been a year and a half and now just at the most random intervals I’ll just hear- her- saying that thing and it’s so stupid because I didn’t even have it that bad, it’s not even the worst thing she would say, not by a long shot, b-but it felt- it feels-” Jimmy swallows, angrily swiping the tears from his eyes.

“I ran away. I left. I shouldn't even be thinking of her, of that place, anymore but I can’t shake the feeling- and sometimes when I’m sleeping, I have d-dreams, it feels like I’m there, again, and she’s showing me to people through the window as if I’m some sort of exotic specimen, and I’m not, I’m just- just me- simple, stupid, trusting Jimmy- and there’s nothing special about me it’s just pure luck that it’s me she found. It’s m-my fault.”

Scott feels his mouth tighten and he wraps his free arm around Jim, the avian letting out a small, startled gasp before sinking into the hug, shaking from the memory while Scott shakes from rage. They stand like that for a long time, Scott not quite trusting himself to speak.

“I. Will. Murder. Her.” The words growl out of his mouth before he can stop them, glaring protectively over Jimmy’s shoulder, trying hard not to clench up and hurt the canary.

Jimmy looks up at him, surprised, moving his head from where it had been pressed to Scott’s chest. “W-what- but it was-”

“It was not your fault,” Scott says, anticipating Jim’s question and intercepting it before Jimmy can blink twice. “Where and when did she find you? Were you fucking kidnapped?” Scott can tell that he probably looks very scary right now, and he can feel his skin freezing up, see the frost beginning to creep over his shades.

“I- I was- well, from what she said, it was back when I was still an egg, back from wherever I came from. The way she told it, she found me, or, my egg, I guess, in a nest in a tree when she was on a hike in Borneo. She always s-said it was the smallest egg in the nest. Do you know what that implies? I have siblings, Scott. I have brothers and sisters and-” he has to stop talking for a minute, and Scott holds him closer, as if just by wrapping the avian in his arms, he could solve all Jimmy’s problems. “She said my parents were away, so she nabbed me out and took me for her own. She said she saved me.”

Scott is infuriated. He is beyond anger, he is beyond hatred, he is the pure embodiment of rage. He wants to murder this woman, he wants to mince her up into a pie and serve her to the sharks. “She did nothing of the sort. Any even half-decent person would know not to take an egg from an avian’s nest- your parents were probably foraging, do you even know your true name?!”

Jimmy looks up at him, surprised. “How do you know about true names? But yeah, I know. It’s kind of- well. I mean I’m not going to tell you what it is, at least not right now, sorry. But an avian’s true name- we just kind of know that instinctively, ever since we’re little.”

“Okay, good,” Scott says, though it’s just a small modicum of relief when compared to the magma that’s begun to flow through his veins instead of blood. “I know about the name thing because we did a unit on avians in Species Studies early last year, you know, before you came.” Jimmy mouths silent “oh,” and then Scott realizes how tight he’s been holding the avian and how he’s probably very uncomfortable with this and-

He quickly releases Jimmy, pushing away from the canary quickly and slightly forcefully, hoping Jim doesn’t take offense. With a muttered “sorry,” from both of them, the awkwardness is back, and Scott almost curses. Every part of his body where Jimmy’s been now feels cold, even colder than usual, as if even his body is protesting the lack of the one he loves.

“So, movie,” Jimmy says, breaking the silence and turning back to the tea, hiding his face from Scott and obviously trying very hard to act like the whole memory thing hasn’t happened. Without looking, Jimmy slides Scott his bowl of chicken tikka masala down the counter, and Scott very nearly misses it. Luckily, he catches the bowl at the last second, and saves them both from the disaster of being lectured about the importance that things stay clean in John’s kitchen. “Out of the things you said, I think I’d be down for Soul the most, though I kind of want to watch HSMTMTS? If that’s okay with you?”

Scott barks a dry laugh, not quite ready to return to normal himself. HSMTMTS, or High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, is Jimmy’s favorite show, a high school soap opera kind of scene full of stupidity. But Scott follows Beks’ parents’ logic: if Jimmy loves it, by extension, Scott does as well. Or, he pretends to for Jimmy’s sake. “Sure, why not? Where were we at?”

“Um, I think it was- gimme a second to think.” Scott nods, passively observing how to anyone else, Jimmy would seem absolutely fine right now, you could never guess in a million years that he’d just had a breakdown- but Scott knows Jimmy well enough that he can see the little details, a slight shaking of his hands, the way his eyes dart fearfully back and forth, the subtle extent to which he’s drawn in his wings to his back.

How does he do it? How does Jimmy pretend everything’s fine when it’s not, when it’s actually fucking terrible and has been for a long time, how on Earth does he do it? Jimmy seems to possess a certain strength of character Scott’s always been lacking in, a willingness to keep going that’s so strong it’s almost a fault. It’s one of the things Scott loves and admires the most about the canary.

But also- Scott’s been so caught up in what he’s seen that he hasn’t thought about how- he remembers it had happened once at the movie theater, all those months ago- he’d forgotten. They’d shared a memory. As far as he’s aware, it’s only happened the two times- and both with Jimmy’s memory, and he’s pretty sure no one else had seen them either time, so it’s almost certainly a thing that’s just between him and Jim.

He supposes it has to be his siren heritage, because if he’s being honest, there’s no way it’s Jimmy’s doing. Scott loves the avian and all, but there’s no way he would have magic powerful enough to do that.

He’s never thought he’s really gotten anything particularly siren-like from his mother, other than the cyan and ice (though ice isn’t really a siren trait, now that he thinks about it) so he’s never really felt like it’s very important for him to read up on sirens. He hasn’t learnt about them from school, either; they’ve never done a unit in Species Studies, and if he’s being honest he hasn’t really spent enough time with Mother to learn about siren things from her.

So all Scott knows are the obvious things: sirens can sing, they have gorgeous voices that hypnotize the listeners, blah blah blah. He’s never heard anything about seeing other people’s memories, but he supposes it really doesn’t seem too far fetched at this point.

“Oh! I remember,” Jimmy calls from his perch on the counter, shaking Scott out of his theorizing with a start. “We were at the part where Seb is singing at Carlos’ quinceanera.”

“Were we?” Scott honestly can’t remember, it’s Jimmy’s favorite show, but it sure as hell isn’t Scott’s- he can barely follow the plot, and because they only watch HSMTMTS about once a month (Scott doesn’t know if he could stand watching it more often), it’s even more difficult to remember.

“Yep,” Jimmy says, gesturing for Scott to grab his tea as he heads to the basement. Scott does so, holding his bowl of masala in one hand and balancing the warm mug in the other, carefully plodding down the steps into the TV room.

Jimmy’s already sat down on the cushy marshmallow couch, and Scott joins him, placing his dishes on the coffee table and making sure he’s at least a foot away from the canary. He doesn’t want to make Jimmy uncomfortable.

The show starts off about as normal, pretty meh, just as Scott remembers it. Doldrum lovesick lives of typical teenagers, and because it’s a Disney show, of course they sing out their sorrows. But Jimmy loves it so he always puts up with it, because he has to pay back the avian in some way from letting him stay in his literal house, right?

And then something unexpected happens: Scott finds himself being sucked into the show, actually interested in something that until now, he’s been completely bored about. He starts genuinely watching as Seb sings a song for his boyfriend, Carlos, and of course Scott had known they were dating before, it’s one of the main plot points, but this is different-

It feels real.

It feels like him. He imagines himself up there, in the back of that tractor with that piano, singing to Jimmy. And then the song’s over and Carlos walks up and-

They’re kissing.

Two characters, in a live-action Disney show, are kissing. Scott finds his eyes drifting not-so-subtly to Jimmy, and then their hands are touching and it’s so close, so feasible, so possible that Scott can feel it and something’s about to happen and their heads are moving closer closer closer to each other, so close that Jimmy reaches out and his hand brushes momentarily against Scott’s cheek and yes yes yes Scott wants this-

A door slams from upstairs and Bek’s voice rings through the house. “Jimmy! Where are you?”

And the spell is broken, Scott shakes off the lavender haze and the rose-colored glasses, muttering a shallow apology under his breath but Jimmy doesn’t seem to hear it, he simply stands and walks upstairs, wings drawn tightly to his back, without so much as a backward glance. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Scott tries to call out for him, tries to make him understand, but his voice isn’t working and it’s too late, all he can do is watch with horrified eyes as Jimmy walks away, and now it’s all over and Scott’s broken everything for a second time. And so the tears boiling behind his eyes leak out, sharp and biting against his cold skin.

Ice-cold.

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celebratory latkes

Fandom: Star Trek: TOS

Jewish Character: Spock

Bingo Squares Being Filled: Latkes & They Tried To Kill Us, They Failed, Let’s Eat

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): minor mentions of blood and injury

“I think,” Spock says, the corner of his mouth tightening as he steps off the transporter pad and jolts his possibly-cracked ribs, “That I will make latkes tonight.” “...Latkes?” Jim asks, doing the smart thing and sitting down to wait for the doctor to come fix him up instead of running all over the place with a crap ton of injuries. “Yes,” Spock says, rummaging behind the transporter desk. “The fried potato pancakes.” “No, I know, just. Why?” Jim asks, leaning gingerly back against the wall.

Spock straightens, holding a small first aid kit. “You are aware that I am Jewish,” he says, factual, and sure, Jim is, but– “I didn’t know you were practicing,” Jim says, gratefully taking the gauze Spock hands him and pressing it to the sluggishly bleeding wound on his knee. Spock shrugs, the gesture unfairly fluid despite his injuries. If Jim tried to do that right now he would aggravate at least four separate cuts, three burns, a rolled wrist and his recently-relocated shoulder. “It is very private to me,” he explains, dropping down on the platform next to Jim. “I endeavor to pray three times a day. I do not always succeed, due to other obligations. I am vegetarian, so keeping kosher is no great ordeal. And I generally time my vacations to coincide with the holidays.” “Huh,” Jim says, trying to pretend he’s not reeling a little bit. He’d always figured Spock’s regular ten minute breaks on Beta shift were some Vulcan meditation thing, and he supposes they’re at least one of those. “Um. Apologies in advance for my ignorance, but what does that have to do with latkes?” “It is the fourth night of Chanukah,” Spock says, leaning his head against the wall next to Jim’s. “Latkes are a food traditionally eaten specifically on this holiday. In addition,” he pauses, hesitating. “Yeah?” Jim prompts gently, turning slightly to take in his profile. The soft gold light shines through Spock’s hair, turning it from near-black to hundreds of shades of brown. The cut of it against his face makes it seem like he’s almost glowing. There’s a smear of green blood under his eye and half a red handprint on his cheek from an ensign who’s hopefully recovering in Medbay right now. “It is a rather illogical sentiment,” Spock says finally, “But. Many view a significant part of the Chanukah celebrations to be about rejoicing in the survival of the Jews of the Second Temple against the odds. The Selucids attempted to kill them and failed.” “Like the assholes down there,” Jim realizes. “Hey, that’s pretty cool, you know?” Spock looks faintly amused. “Thank you, captain. I’m inclined to agree.” They’re quiet for a moment and then Spock opens his mouth, hesitating a second before saying: “I do not suppose–that is, would you like to join me? Tonight. While I make the latkes.” Jim draws back in surprise. “Really? It’s not, like, a religious ceremony or something?” “Yes, Jim, we dance around the shredded potatoes and sacrifice them to G-d,” Spock says dryly. “It is nothing compared to when we make the jelly doughnuts; that requires an altar, goat blood, incense, and the presence of at least four separate rabbis.” “There’s no need for sass,” Jim grumbles, crossing his arms. “I’m trying to be respectful of your cultural practices.” “It is much appreciated,” Spock says warmly. “However, latkes are simply a custom. There are no religious elements involved in their making. So?” “...So what?” “Would you like to join me?” Spock asks, and he doesn’t really do exasperated because of the whole Vulcan thing, but Jim thinks if he did, it would be at moments like this. “Oh! Uh, yeah, that sounds nice.” The transporter room’s doors hiss open, and Jim shrinks back at the sight of the fury on Bones’s face. “Assuming we survive that long,” he qualifies, and thinks maybe he hears an answering chuckle before Bones is across the room and submitting them to his furious ministrations.

#star trek #star trek tos #tos #spock #kirk #jim kirk #jewish spock #hanukkah #chanukah #latkes #hanukkahbingo #my writing

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eurazba · 2 years

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man unkar must be so jelly that jim gets infinite lives for many many years

I keep thinking about that bit in The Felled where Unkar complains about his name,

And honestly he'd probably be really jealous about Jim getting such a cool name (especially since it's alliterative with his own name lmao).

That being said, he'd probably watch how many times Jim is devoured or brutally killed and internally go "At least I only had to deal with that horror once..."

#asks #idk how to make 'unkillable' alliterative with jim #'jim the just doesn't die'?#jim the unkillable #unkar #unkar the unfortunate #trollhunters

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (240): Fri 11th Nov 2022

My legs felt like jelly today. I’m not sure why but I’m guessing the two runs I went on yesterday might have had something to do with it. I seriously haven’t felt as groggy as I did today since I used to drink and it was a bit of a struggle hitting my targets at work today. Just before 11 an announcement came over the speaker saying we’d be holding a two minutes silence to honour those who died in World War One. I always find these silences a bit strange for two reasons. One, they always say that it’s to pay respect to those who DIED in the war but shouldn’t it be to honour everyone who took part in the war full stop? It’s kind of insulting that the people who fought in the war and survived don’t get a mention. And two it’s even more insulting that our way of thanking these brave soldiers is to be quiet for two whole minutes. You’d think at the very least every November 11th the government would pay an appropriate tribute to those who died so that we could be free by paying for all of us to go on holiday to Hawaii for two weeks. Weirdly the person I was specifically thinking of during the two minutes silence was the author William Hope Hodgson who was killed in 1918, just a few months shy of the war ending. This made me think about how in Mexico people celebrate Halloween by honouring those who have passed on, not just by giving out sweets and dressing up as Freddy Krueger. I decided that I really should start taking this tradition on board to keep the memories of those I have lost alive. Every Halloween I could light candles for Grandad and Nana June but also to the friends I have lost, Kenzie and Stargazer Tony. I wouldn’t have to reduce it merely to people I knew but I could also play tribute to those I never knew but nevertheless had a man impact on my life like Hodgson, Rik Mayall, Buster Keaton and Jim Morrison.

On my lunch break I listened to Quentin Tarantino being interviewed by Bill Maher on his Club Random podcast. The thing that ticked me the most was the description of the podcast which is presumably written by Maher himself. This blurb for the podcast claims that in Club Random, Bill Maher “rewrites the rules of podcasting”. Haha what a prick this guy is. This guy is such a fucking narcissist it’s unreal. You can totally imagine him watching back old episodes of his TV show and laughing has ass off at his own witty remarks. So how exactly does Maher “rewrite the rules of podcasting”? What is the premise of Club Random exactly? Well each episode of Club Random consists of….Bill Maher talking to someone for an hour. Wow! How revolutionary! Because of course before Club Random a podcast was just the sound of two comics rubbing sticks together trying to start a fire! What a fucking wanker

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amityparkpoisonivy · 2 years

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Test one for Blood Blossoms

Starting off small by testing out different ways to eat them

These flowers are perfectly safe to consume if you don’t have Ectoplasm contamination. Considering the recent outbreak of all the people here in Amity that decided it would be a good idea to eat Ectoplasm, chances are that number is low. I’m one of the few that hasn’t been eating it, so this test is perfectly safe for me to do.

Raw or heated in microwave: The best way I can describe how they taste raw is if you were to steam some Brussel Sprouts and eat them with some butter and a little bit of garlic. I’ve actually eaten Brussel Sprouts like that plenty of times before so I actually like that. Wouldn’t recommend if you don’t like Brussel Sprouts though. Good for me though because I love Brussel Sprouts but they tend to give me a stomach ache.

Boiled or steamed: The Blood Blossoms taste like cherry jelly beans when cooked this way. I tested if there’s an effect on the water’s taste too and there was. When steamed the water has a faint cherry taste to it and when boiled the water seems like it could be used as a replacement for cherry flavoring. Could be useful for people who are allergic to the chemicals currently used for the cherry flavoring that’s currently used.

Fried in oil: Almost like a meaty flavor. Kind of a mix between crab and a Slim Jim. Could be useful as a meat replacement for people who eat meat-free diets!

Dried: They’re actually kind of spicy this way. Not extremely spicy, but then again this is coming from someone who loves spicy foods, so it might be spicier to others. I took some of the ones I cooked with water first and it gave me a sweet spice, while the ones fried gave me a meaty spice. The ones that weren’t cooked before dried taste like Cayenne Pepper. I ground them up and put them in empty spice containers to use in my food later.

#amity park #blood blossoms #flowers #plants #food

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It’s one of those stories Stede doesn’t really like, gruesome and graphic, but Ed’s gotten very close while telling it, and what started as a raucous retelling has simmered into a low, rumbling recounting with Ed’s expressive eyes mere inches away, and to be quite honest Stede has lost the thread of who died how. At least, until Ed growls “and then I ripped his guts out” with a demonstrative claw-grab at Stede’s abdomen. The shriek that flies out is three-quarters surprise, but Ed’s eyes twitch wider in the recognition of a man well-versed in finding an edge, and then he does it again—

--and honestly Stede knows he’s doomed before Ed has even really started. He doesn’t remember how he knew he was ticklish, he isn’t even sure if he remembered where, but he he does know that he is deathly so, and he wouldn’t be escaping his fate so easily.

When the second grab illicits another squeal, though not one quite so loud, Ed doesn’t even bother to hide his smirk, all teeth. Or maybe he thinks the beard does a well enough job of hiding it for him. Stede cowers back in the crows nest, with nowhere to go, feeling the heat of a blush creep up his neck and into his face.

Truly, Stede is just waiting for the mockery to start. It’s not that he thinks so lowly of Ed, it’s just that... Stede knows who he is. Little Baby Bonnet, who never grew out of things like picking flowers and being ticklish. And Ed is backing him into the corner and Stede’s heart is beating fast, probably from fear or nerves, because what else would make it do that, and then Ed’s hands are upon him, for real this time, and it all bursts forth in a bubble of laughter. Stede slaps his hands over his mouth, because the crew is still close below them and while the wind steals away much of their voices, it can’t whisk away everything.

Ed starts laughing too, despite him not being at the mercy of ten mischievous fingers, but the thing is... it doesn’t sound taunting. If Stede didn’t know better, he’d almost call it fond. And Ed leans forward, close enough so that his long curtain of hair lends them their own little pocket of privacy, and he grins at Stede in the way he always has, open and attentive and not the least bit cruel.

“This is fucking adorable,” Ed says in the scant air between them, and Stede’s heart picks up even more for reasons he doesn’t know. “Are you this ticklish everywhere?”

Stede’s eyes go wide and Ed’s fingers start to wander away from his belly and Stede’s arms start to wobble like jelly, desperate to come down for protection and--

“Captain!”

Stede inhales sharply. Ed freezes, eyebrows raised. His fingers twitch playfully over the thin fabric of Stede’s shirt when he takes a moment too long to answer.

“Y-Yes?” Stede manages, his voice nearly an octave too high.

Oluwande doesn’t reply for a moment, the pause stretching out into an uncomfortable silence. Then, with a suspicion in his tone Stede doesn’t want to explore right now, Olu continues, “Yeah, Buttons thinks he sees another ship on the horizon. We wanted to know what you think we should do.”

Stede clears his throat. Then clears it again for good measure. He deliberately does not look at Ed, because he can feel that piercing gaze and damned smirk taking him apart already and he does not need to give it more power.

“Right,” Stede calls. “Right, we’ll be down in just a moment!”

Olu hesitates, but in the end he only calls out, “Alright,” and Stede hears his chatter start back up with Jim moments later.

“Duty calls,” Ed says, his voice still low and rumbling, and this close, Stede swears he can feel it vibrating through his own chest.

And then, with one last squeeze to draw out one last shriek, Ed pulls away with a wink and starts clambering out of the nest. Stede himself takes a moment to breath, hoping the red stains fade from his face before he reaches the deck, and deliberately does not think about the fact that he’s almost disappointed that Ed didn’t get the chance to pick him apart, piece by piece.

#thank you strings i was (read: am) in so much pain after finishing the finale ksdjfhsdshf #i need more right now it so better get renewed lol #ask #wordstrings #ofmd tickling #lee!stede #ler!ed #also??? blessing me with your writing style in my ask box after i had just been emotionally torn apart?????#nearly brought me to tears last night dkjfhkjdsfhjddjkfb #i have not eaten today so dont judge my addition too harshly i have not given my brain power yet kjsdfhjkdf #tickle fic #because i did not expect to add so much to it dijfhjdhfjkf #ticklish!stede #my tags on this post are a mess lol #My writing

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 20 - Put your lipgloss on and remember who the fuck you are!

Episode 5. *As they walked up to the crowd, Travis's nerves grew so big he could barely walk and felt as if his knees were made of jelly* Wyatt: *He noticed instantly, and looked a bit questioning at Ezra* Ezra: *He smiled soft, but didn't know what to say as suddenly some of the people around them started noticing as well* Wyatt: Can we take a break here? *he looked at a taller guy standing next to him* Jim.. I need a moment with Ash, please Jimbo: Brah! we just got started on the Martinez case, I asked you to help me take a look at this for a reason man! *he spoke in a low almost intimidating tone* 5 minutes at least man! Wyatt: Give me 5 with Ash and I will give you 30 looking through everything.... Jimbo: Deal! Wyatt: *He sighed soft as he jumped off the short wall he had been sitting on and nodded at Ezra* We'll be right back! Ezra: *He pointed towards a group of girls flocking around a bench several meters away* Skater girls... I'm good! *he smirked at Wyatt and headed off in their direction* Wyatt: *He quickly lead Travis to a corner of the park, looking back towards the taller Jim and his group of hackers* Sorry about that *he chuckled soft* he kinda ambushed me, I had been postponing him for weeks, and I just couldn't get out of it any longer *He looked back at Travis with worried eyes* Are you alright? Travis: *He shook his head lightly* I feel like I'm about to throw up!

Wyatt: *He frowned soft* What's the matter?

Travis: *He frowned lightly, tears gathering in his eyes, and he quickly looked in the direction of some garbage cans over Wyatt's shoulder, to try to focus on not starting to cry in front of everyone* I uh... don't know where we stand, and it terrifies me...

Wyatt: ..... *he sighed soft and looked around a bit, then looked back at Travis* I would kiss you, if we were alone, and tell you how much I missed you, and how sorry I am I had to leave so quick and that it dragged out and I couldn't come home sooner!

Travis: *He looked at Wyatt surprised, hardly believing his own ears*

Wyatt: *He shook his head lightly and grabbed Travis's arm, quickly dragging him after himself, in fast steps walking towards the secret entrance to some underground abandoned sewer pipes, people would sometimes skate in. He quickly dragged Travis into the dark that was half lit up here and there by glow ticks and battery operated neon lights, quickly leading him around a couple corners then stopped, looking deep into his eyes* I missed you so damn much! And it made me realize how much I have always missed you when we are apart. Like the periods where we didn't live together. We always seemed a world apart, and I always seemed to do better, when you're close to me.

Travis: *His eyes got wide and full of surprise*

Wyatt: I'm sorry our phone calls was so shitty and short, and that I barely had time to talk with you the past week, but I worked almost day and night to get home as fast as possible, cause I just couldn't stand the distance any longer! *He sighed deep* I'm really truly sorry, but I had something important to tell you, and I couldn't tell you on the phone. I needed to do it in person.... it just didn't feel right to do it over-

Travis: *He felt as if all air was hit out of him, and gasped for air* You just fucking told me you miss me and can't fucking FUCK!!! And now you're breaking up with me?!?! *He leaned his back against the dirty spray painted wall behind him and sunk down on his butt on the ground, completely spacing out, as if the tunnels around them had sucked him into their unknown darkness*

Wyatt: *He took a deep breath and squad down in front of Travis, placing his hands on his knees, squeezing them tight* First of all, I wasn't aware we were dating? So how can I break up with you? Secondly, if you would let me finish, I was about to tell you that I would like us to.... get back to giving this a try?

Travis: *He looked up at Wyatt with disbelief in his wet eyes*

Wyatt: Trav... I can't promise you anything yet... I'm not the best with the whole relationship thing... but we already live together, I have known you all my life, we're best friends and I don't think there's anything we can't talk about... we know each others bad sides and strange habits already, we share bathroom... we do have separate bedroom, which I guess is cool if we need some privacy, but beside that, I think we are already kinda living like a couple for years anyway... minus kissing and what else follows in that department... which btw I haven't regret at all, in case you were wondering. As a matter of fact, that night at the model house, and the thought of reuniting with you, was the one thing that kept me from losing my shit the past weeks! *he smiled soft* I just ask that we for now keep it between you and I... and the people who already know. No need to involve the whole world for now. I just want time to figure this out with you in private without a billion eyes starring at us, each person coming with their own ideas of how we should be doing it

Travis: *He chuckled soft* I just said something along the line of that to Ezra, on the way over here

Wyatt: You know me so well *he chuckled soft and relieved to see a change in Travis's mood* which is also why it would be fu-huuucking stupid not to give this a chance. I had a lot of time to think on the flight over and back again, and... *he sighed soft* what I'm trying to gain courage to say is, that I'm definitely falling in love with you.... and I just really wanna take the chance with you

Travis: what? *he almost whispered*

Wyatt: *He chuckled soft* I'm uhm... falling in love with you

Travis: *He shook his head soft*

Wyatt: *He chuckled soft and nodded* I am... very much as a matter of fact

Travis: ..... I don't dare to..... *he took a deep gasp of air, not daring to believe this moment wasn't him daydreaming at home in bed* ........ kiss me

Wyatt: *A bright smile appeared in his face, that Travis could easily see in the half dark tunnel, the blue and green glowsticks light lighting up Wyatt's face enough to make his eyes sparkle as he smiled*

Travis: Just kiss me already!

Wyatt: *He chuckled soft and leaned in, his soft full lips quickly finding their way to Travis's as if they already knew the route in their sleep*

Travis: *He moaned soft and grabbed the collar of Wyatt's jacket, pulling him more demanding into the kiss, butterflies swirling hard in his stomach as their kiss quickly leaned into a deep longing French kiss*

Wyatt: *An equally soft moan escaped him, his stomach filling with butterflies as well, his heart rising, his temperature joining, pressing himself closer against Travis, then lost balance and bumped down on the ground on his butt with an irritated grunt* I'm sorry, my legs are cramping up, and I really have to get back there before someone comes looking for me *he smiled apologizing* I'll try to hurry him... I really wanna take you home and *he paused as Travis's stomach suddenly growled loud and demanding* Well *he chuckled soft and stood up* I guess we will go for food first!

Travis: *He sighed soft and stood up, grabbing Wyatt's hand closest to him, squeezing it tight* You really mean what you just said?

Wyatt: *He nodded soft* Every word.

Travis: *A soft smile spread on his lips* I love... *he hesitated a bit*

Wyatt: *He smiled somewhat surprised but happy* I love you too

Travis: *He shook his head, no longer knowing what to do with himself or the intense feelings he felt inside, quickly dragging Wyatt closer, leaning his forehead on his shoulder as he planted his hands on Wyatt's hips* don't say stuff like that when you have to go *he mumbled soft* you make it so much more difficult!

Wyatt: You started *he chuckled soft and wrapped his arms around Travis's waist and kissed the side of his neck gently*

Travis: *He moaned soft, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath as if he wanted to suck the moment all the way into his body and save it there for later* I love you, Wyatt.

Wyatt: *He smiled wide although Travis couldn't see it, hugging him tighter* Then be my secret boyfriend, please...?

Travis: *He nodded eagerly*

Wyatt: Thank you *he sighed soft and relieved* I'll hurry as much as I can, so we can get out of here as soon as possible, I promise.

Travis: *He nodded soft* Go ahead, I need a moment *he cleared his throat as he let go of Wyatt and backed off, trying his best to gather himself, with a soft smile on his lips*

Wyatt: *He smiled warm and full of happiness* You're.... *he chuckled soft* I'll stop now, anything I say will only make it so much harder to leave... so... I'll see you out there!

Travis: *He nodded agreeing and chuckled as tears started rolling down his cheeks* fucking leave Wye! *he chuckled again*

Wyatt: *He quickly stepped forwards, pressing his lips against Travis's in a tight loving kiss, then quickly walked out of the tunnels*

Travis: *He stood there, looking after Wyatt for a moment, then leaned his back against the tunnel wall again, chuckling soft as he looked at the ceiling, trying his best to wipe the stupid grin off, that was quickly forming on his face* Wyatt for fuck sake! *It took him 2 cigarettes, before he gathered himself enough to head back out in the open, spotting Ezra right away running in his direction*

Ezra: So? *he smiled curious as he reached Travis*

Travis: Not here, please *he frowned soft, but couldn't hold back his smile* Is there ANYWHERE around here I can get some food? Something good, preferably... he wants to go eat after, but I really just wanna head directly home, so I was hoping if I had already taken care of the food, we could head home and eat rather than wasting more time outside!

Ezra: *He smiled excited* I take that means it went well?

Travis: *He nodded soft* But not here, please!

Ezra: Yeah, yes, yup, got it! Uhm... *he looked around a bit* what does Wyatt eat?

Travis: We both eat anything man *he chuckled soft*

Ezra: Hm yes... but what would be a romantic meal to share together?

Travis: We haven't seen each other in weeks and-

Ezra: Sshhh! Not here! *He rolled his eyes, but smirked teasingly* Italian it is!

#Wyatt D'Angelo #Phrack #Ezreal McLelland #Ezra #Travis Maycock #Ash #Ashes #unicorntales

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Punishment

Summary: The MI6 knew who to send to find August Walker. And August Walker knew exactly what buttons he had to push to get what he wanted. At least he thought so until he woke up chained to his own bed. Naked.

Pairing: August Walker x nameless OFC (you)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Fem-Dom vibes, Dom vibes, Bondage, Smut (dirty talk; unprotected sex; facesitting, oral, Anal Play, Anal), getting drugged

A/N: I know I say this often but I think this gets on the top 3 on the filthiest things I ever wrote. Thanks to my obsessive better half @ladyreapermc for being the best beta ever. Love you x

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The way he laughed while he knew you were sitting at the bar watching him was slowly but surely driving you mad. There he sat, his tie loose, his legs spread while the women around him looked at him like he was the single most tempting specimen that walked the Earth.

You felt a tap on your naked shoulder.

You had bought a new little black dress for this little mission specifically. It didn’t leave much to the imagination but still had enough space that you could wear your gun strapped to your upper thigh.

“Is this seat taken?” You looked over your shoulder, seeing a very attractive man with bright green eyes smile at you. You caught August’s gaze as you turned fully on the seat, your attention shifting towards the stranger.

“Be my guest.” You smiled. A little distraction wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

An hour later the stranger called Jim had to leave. By now you knew he was going through a dirty divorce and just wanted to let loose, but you were here for a mission and couldn’t exactly help. Not that you wanted to.

Finishing your drink, you carefully got off your seat, taking your purse as you turned and walked towards August Walker.

“There she is. My favorite agent.” August smirked as you approached him.

You raised your eyebrow at the women in his arms who shared a look and then got up, leaving without a comment. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, noticing his eyes lingering on your cleavage before he met your gaze. His hair was longer, his signature mustache hidden under the overgrown facial hair.

“You aren’t as hard to find as you think, August.”

“Yet, it took you an entire week to actually find me.” He crooked his eyebrow.

You leaned closer, giving him a good view of your breasts as you picked his drink. His eyes remained on your body as you traced the edge of the glass with a finger before you handed it to him. He let his tongue dart out, wetting his lips before he took the glass, his fingers brushing yours before he brought the tumbler up to his lips, emptying it completely.

“I think I need to remind you of the terms of your deal,” you said, your fingers on his cheek. His eyes darkened, his hand grabbed your wrist guiding your finger into his mouth sucking on it. You breathed in deep, feeling the wetness pooling in between your legs.

“I’d like to see you try, agent.” He grinned.

You tilted your head, your hands now on both of his wide shoulders as you leaned down your lips close to his ear.

“Be in your room in 5 minutes and find out.” You winked at him as you turned around to leave the bar. Looking over your shoulder you could see him checking you out. August Walker was in for a good punishment. And if only he knew the game had already started.

When you let yourself into his room 10 minutes later, August lay passed out on his bed. Grinning to yourself, you set your purse down on the table and put the “Do not Disturb” sign on the door of his hotel room before closing and locking it behind you.

You were just putting the finishing touches to your outfit when you heard the rattle of metal followed by a groan. You turned off the lights in the bathroom and opened the door to walk back into the hotel room.

“Ah! You’re awake.” You grinned as you walked towards the bed. There he was, just how you left him. Naked, already half-hard, and chained to the bed. You did think of using rope at first when you imagined this night but quickly decided against it. A strong man like August needed something stronger. Something… colder.

“It was the drink, wasn’t it?” He asked groaning, rolling his eyes. You didn’t know if he was more furious with you or with himself for getting caught in such a basic trick.

“Of course it was.”

“Great. And what are you planning on doing with me chained to the bed?” He asked, testing the handcuffs connected to a chain.

“Tonight, August Walker, you will learn that you have to follow the rules. If not the one’s from the MI6, then at least mine.”

“Or what?” He crooked his eyebrow.

You smiled at him and opened your bathrobe to reveal what you wore underneath, which wasn’t more than a garter belt, stockings and a cord with the keys to the handcuffs around your neck.

He hissed as he took you in, his wrists fighting against the handcuffs, his muscles flexing. Slowly you let the bathrobe fall to the floor as you moved closer. You got on it, kneeling in between his legs, your hands in his crotch as you took the beauty of him in. Biting your lip of all the things you imagined doing to him, you sighed.

“Or I won’t fuck you.” You smiled sweetly at him.

“Like you could say no to my long and thick cock. Look how hard I already am for you.” He flashed you an arrogant grin..

You didn’t have to be told twice, staring down at the hard shaft throbbing right in front of you. The temptation of just sinking around him was strong but you pushed it away, sticking to the plan. You clicked your tongue at him, sitting down in between his legs spreading yours over his.

“Fuck!” He cursed in a low voice since now you wet pussy was in full display but completely out of his reach. He fought against his restraints, his breath picking up speed..

“See Mr. Walker…” You smirked, voice soft and sultry, your hands wandering over your body, ignoring him completely. You pinched your nipple, making yourself gasp, your other hand slowly running down your body letting one finger flick over your clit.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless like in the past…” You continued to play with your pussy, your hand knowing just what to do to pleasure yourself. “Tonight, you are not in charge. You are going to make me cum over and over again. And maybe if you behave well enough, you get to cum inside of me. Maybe, if you’re a really good boy, I’ll even let you fuck my ass.” You looked at him, seeing sweat form on his forehead as he watched you play with yourself. You whimpered as you pushed two fingers inside while massaging your breast with the other.

“But… I have to be sure if you’ll follow the rules in the future before you get to cum inside of me.” You bit your lip as you began to fuck yourself with your fingers, finding that spot inside of you that made you see stars.

Closing your eyes you forgot about the man in front of you, chasing your orgasm. Moans left your lips and you could hear the handcuffs rattle, his thighs shifting underneath your legs. You ignored him as you felt your orgasm wash over you, his name on your lips.

Panting, you opened your eyes, meeting his dark blue ones.

“You are going to regret this once you unchain me, kitten.” He growled and you grinned wickedly as you crawled over him to straddle his stomach. You pushed your wet fingers in his mouth hearing him moan as he tasted you.

“Who says, I am going to unchain you, August?” You grinned down at him.

“You gonna keep me here as your fuck pet?” He asked, words muffled around your fingers.

“A very nice idea. How about you earn your way to freedom, hm?”

“And how do I do that?”

“What was your record again? 6 times?” You rolled your hips on top of him, drenching his chest hair with your juices. He nodded.

“Then how about this: I’ll unchain you once you make me cum 8 times? And because I’m feeling generous, the one I just had also counts.”

You continued to roll your hips on top of him as he looked up at you.

“Deal.” He grinned with such confidence you almost faltered, but did the best to cover up with a smirk to match his.

“You sure you're up to this, August? Without your magical hands?” You teased, both of your hands on his shoulders, as you rubbed your pussy over his stomach trying to get some friction.

“I think you know my tongue is more than enough.”

“Right. I always wanted to shut you up like this.”

You grinned as you inched forward, your pussy just over his face. You almost screamed in ecstasy when he brought his head up and licked on stripe from back to front, moaning as he tasted you. With one hand on the headboard, the other hand in his curls you let him devour you.

There’s one thing August Walker doesn’t step back from and that is a challenge. After he made you cum for the third time with his tongue, your body was slick with sweat, your chest heaving and your pussy throbbing with overstimulation. All you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless. And he knew it. You got off him, letting yourself fall down beside him as you tried to catch your breath.

“Already tired?” He asked in a mocking tone, despite being slightly out of breath. You turned your head towards him, noticing his face wet with your juices, a shit-eating grin on his swollen lips.

“Just catching my breath, big boy.” You smirked back.

“You know. You could always just give up. Unchain me and I won’t punish you too hard, little kitten.” He said.

“You’re not in charge here, August. I am. Though, I do think you deserve a little reward, don't you?” You asked. He said nothing as you carefully got on your knees, your legs still feeling like jelly and knelt next to his cock.

“I don’t think…” You let one finger run up from his balls to his tip, his skin burning hot and sticky with all the precum that had leaked out. “I have ever seen you this hard.” You looked at him, noticing his clenched jaw as he breathed hard.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, August? Do you want me to gag on your big fat cock?” You asked, leaning down and just kissing the tip. You licked your lips as you straightened up, tasting his precum and moaned pornographically. You didn’t wait for his answer as you parted your lips and took him as deep as you could, hearing him curse. You looked at him as you found a rhythm, your tongue licking the prominent vein on the underside feeling it pulse.

Releasing him with a plop, you closed your fist around him, continuing your torture.

“You wanna cum inside my mouth?” You asked, earning a beast-like growl.

“Once I get free, I’m gonna fill every hole in your body.” He hissed.

“Is that a threat I hear?” You grinned and spat into your hand before you continued to jack him off.

“It’s a promise, kitten.”

You saw his victorious grin a second before you felt his hand on your nape. Alarmed, you reached for the chain around your neck, hand coming up empty as August had already taken them. You had no idea at what point he had managed that and didn’t have much time to think about it as he held your face down and forced his cock in between your lips. He thrust into your mouth, his hand pulling your hair into a ponytail and keeping your head down forcing his cock deeper and deeper making you gag.

“You think you are in charge here, little kitten?” He tugged on your hair, making you move up his body until he could kiss you hard.

“I am in charge of you. I’m in charge of you every second of the day. Even when you’re fucking your dildo in your shower. I always know what you do.” He hissed, looking deep into your eyes.

“I knew you would be here before you even knew it, kitten. Who do you think gave the MI6 the tip of where I was.” He grinned, making you gasp.

“And now quit the bullshit and fuck my cock before I really punish you.” He kissed you again, his teeth nibbling your upper lip.

Straddling his hips, immediately you took him deep inside of you, biting your lip as he settled inside of you perfectly. Like he always did.

“Fucking made for me.” He groaned, slapping your ass hard, as he thrust up into you, watching you like a hawk as he brought his hand up and unlocked the other cuff, releasing his left hand..

“You must have been really desperate for my pussy if you dislocated your own thumb to get out of the handcuffs.” You moaned, grinding on top of him. One of his hands massaged one of your breasts, while his other was on your ass moving your body on top of him.

“I haven’t had a pussy since the last time we fucked.”

“Liar.” You moaned, crying out loud when he slapped your ass hard.

“Do not call me a liar. I never lie.” He growled. You swallowed hard, looking down at him. His beautiful eyes staring back at you. Against your better judgement, you actually believed him.

“Okay.” You whispered, leaning down and crossing your arms around his neck as you kissed him. He began to thrust into you, slow and deep both of his hands on your ass, one of his fingers teasing your asshole.

“You really want me to fuck your ass?” He asked, smirking up at you.

“I want you to cum in my ass, August.” You whispered, biting his earlobe.

“You must be really desperate for my cock, huh?” He grinned, thrusting faster, holding you close against him. Your breathing got heavier, the familiar sparks in your lower belly returning.

“I missed you, August.” You whimpered, crying out as he fucked you into your fifth orgasm. He kissed you almost tenderly as his hands pushed your hair out of your face. He looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“I want you on all fours.” He whispered. Still breathing heavily, you followed his command and weakly got yourself in position and turned your head to watch him.

August rubbed his chafed wrists before popping his thumb back in place like it was nothing, before he set the keys on the bedside table, flashing you a quick smirk.

“I really want to chain you up sometime,” He commented as he pulled a drawer open, fishing something out.

“The last time we did this, I had to carry you to the bathtub.” He said as you watched him stroke himself with a lot of lube, before you felt something cold on your ass. His finger played with your asshole, slowly forcing it in as his other hand played with your pussy.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out under me, kitten.” He chuckled darkly as he shifted behind you, one of his hands on your hip as you felt the tip of his cock.

“Ready or not…” He said before he slowly pushed inside.

Before you met August 6 years ago you weren’t into anything kinky. You were freshly recruited into the MI6 and most of all, a virgin. You fell in love with him. All of him. In all of his wicked ways.

You both groaned loudly when he was fully inside. A sensation you probably would never get used to. And you never wanted to. He played with your clit as he fucked your ass.

“Always so fucking tight and ready for me.” He moaned as he began to thrust faster. You grabbed the bedsheet, meeting his thrusts.

“I want you to come away with me.” He groaned, fucking you harder.

“I want you to leave the shitshow of the MI6 and stay with me.”

He abandoned your clit only to pump two fingers into your pussy, his other hand on your stomach, pulling you with your back against his chest. You were a sobbing mess high on pleasure as you brought one of your hands behind you to his neck, holding onto him.

“Come away with me, kitten.” He whispered against your ear. Adding a third finger as he fingerfucked your pussy. You felt his movements become harder and even faster, finding yourself close to orgasm again.

“Come away with me and help me cleanse this planet.” He moaned against your ear.

Moaning his name you nodded, your other hand finding your clit, screaming when you came hard. You were shaking in his grip, holding on to him as he pushed you down on the matress, fucking you deeper as he finally reached his own orgasm, spilling his seed as deep as possible. You whimpered as he lay on top of you, still hard inside your ass.

“I’ll go with you, August.” You said quietly, still trying to get back to breathing properly.

“I was hoping you would say that.” He kissed you shoulder, pulling out of you and getting off the bed. You heard water running and turned around to look at him coming out of the bathroom, rubbing a washcloth over his cock. Parting your legs as he got back to bed, he settled still hard on top of you. You raised your eyebrow.

“I promised to fill all your holes, didn’t I?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #august walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill #august walker smut #smut #ff #august waker x ofc

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