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shawtuzi · 10 months
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i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm
mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((
♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.
♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.
♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.
♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.
♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.
♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((
♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.
♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.
♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.
♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.
♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.
♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.
♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.
♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.
♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.
♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333
♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.
♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.
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httpsserene · 4 months
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𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊’𝖘 1𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 - 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘
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𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫
summary: slightly less innocent, virgin!reader has had her view of pleasure shifted. her libido has increased to insane levels after she finally allowed her boyfriends to fix her…dry spell. charles and max have no issues with helping her ride out her newfound sexual appetite, and figure that she may be ready to take the next step. or, more accurately, take the next hand. content warning: 18+ only. explicit. no penetrative sex. corruption kink. handjobs. thigh riding. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. charles leclerc is a brat. orgasm denial. there's smidge of humor in here somewhere i think. slight humiliation kink. word count: 4.2k words pairing: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader soundtrack: gun • doja cat
preface: AHHHH OMG I HAD THIS IN MY QUEUE AND THE DATE WAS 9/12 INSTEAD OF 12/9 I WAS IN THE WOODS WITH SPOTTY CONNECTION ALL DAY AND I HAVE TBLR NOTIFICATIONS OFF ON MY PHONE I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT! ALL FUTURE EPISODES WILL BE POSTED AT 12 PM ON THEIR RELEASE DAYS!
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it’s laughable. you can’t believe that you almost bought a vibrator instead of telling your boyfriends that you were ready to start the sexual aspect of your relationship. actually, it kind of makes you mad—you could’ve been experiencing the most mind blowing levels of pleasure years ago, if you had just gotten over your own insecurity.
max and charles had been dating each other for a couple years before they found you. you were a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend, and they were enamored with you as soon as they were introduced. you cringe whenever they reminisce over the first time you met them—the men think it’s the cutest first meeting ever.
they met you on a yacht in monaco. an older member of the ferrari team was retiring and decided to have a relaxed celebratory brunch on a chartered yacht. charles, of course, would be attending; he’s sure he’s most likely contractually obligated to go, but he also enjoys going to these sorts of events, he flourishes and thrives in social settings. however, on this particular day, max and charles had already planned for a date. 
when charles had been forwarded the invitation from andrea (his trainer), who had texted him threats of bodily harm if he didn’t show up—he whined and groveled to max about having to reschedule their date. max had shushed charles’ dramatics, and simply pulled out his phone to show a text thread between him and brad (his trainer), who sent him the invitation to the yacht party. charles made a noise of surprise; this brunch is more relaxed than he thought. max shrugged and pressed a kiss to charles cheek–all they have to do is make an appearance, greet who needs to be greeted, congratulate who needs to be congratulated, and then they can sneak away and leave early for their date.
that was the plan. and everything seemed to be going according to the plan. they had boarded the vessel (nobody knew the rivals had come together), everyone assumed they had just arrived at the same time. they quickly congratulated the retiree, and charles separated from max to go and charm everybody on the boat, while max had gone to take advantage of the brunch spread.
the dutchman was halfway through his second plate of finger food when charles had returned to his side, bringing their trainers and a few engineers along with him. the monegasque was stealing bites of food off his plate, and max gently tapped on the face of his richard mille watch to remind charles that they needed to start wrapping up. 
except, joris had just boarded the yacht—and you were at his side.
charles choked on his bite of stolen food, and max distractedly patted his back to clear his airways. it was like time slowed down, their vision tunneled, and the noise of conversations around them quieted; at the sight of you. you were wearing this light, flowy, orange sundress that complimented your warm brown skin, accessorized with gold jewlery, a pair of heeled tan sandals, and your curly hair was free and blowing in the breeze. you kept your gaze lowered, like you were fearing making eye contact with anybody on board, and you turned to slightly hide behind joris as you frantically whispered to him.
charles and max had decided then and there; they need to know you.
you had parted from joris at the sound of someone calling for you and the sight of you walking away, broke the trance the two drivers had been under.
when charles’ friend made his way over, they were quick to interrogate him about you, and why exactly he’s never introduced you to them before. joris threatened them before he gave them permission to pursue you (not that they needed it), and refused to answer any of their questions about you. he told them to go talk to you, and warned them to be gentle with you—as you have a more shy and introverted personality. it took nearly thirty minutes for charles and max to find where you disappeared too. you were chatting to the retiree, and as soon as you wrapped up the conversation—max inserted himself in your path, and ‘accidentally’ bumped into you.
you stumbled briefly, finding yourself bumping into charles as well. you frantically apologized to the two drivers, eyes wide with embarrassment—and max and charles found themselves vehemently reassuring you that it was their fault, and that you don’t need to apologize.
once you calmed, max started to test the waters.
“it was completely my fault. i should’ve been paying more attention to where i was walking but, i got distracted—because you look too beautiful in this dress.”
your mouth parted in surprise and you giggled awkwardly, not expecting the compliment (charles had to muffle his snort, max is incredibly corny), “oh! thank you—it’s really the dress that’s beautiful.”
the monegasque stepped in, “ah, no that cannot be. the dress only compliments how pretty you are.”
you hummed, eyes flickering between the two of them nervously, and caved to their flattery.
“mmm, thank you…the orange works with my skin tone pretty well.”
“it does,” max agreed with a soft smile, “i must be your favorite driver—since, you’ve dressed in dutch orange.”
your eyes widened, as you giggled at his bold claim, laughing harder when charles’ pretends to be angry at max’s words. the couple watches as your smile shifted from something sweet, to something teasing as you fumbled over what to say in response.
“oh? well, if i did dress for my favorite driver, it would be lando norris. because, this color is more similar to papaya than your dutch orange.”
max scoffed, and charles bursted out laughing—the two of them not expecting the teasing from you, based on how joris led them to believe that you were the shyest thing to walk on earth. 
that interaction had completely cemented their urge to date you. they ended up staying at the yacht party, just talking to you the entire time, enjoying making you blush and fluster, flirting around the limits of how much affection you could take from them. they missed their dinner reservation, but found themselves taking you out to dinner somewhere near the waterfront. 
at the end of the night, you exchanged phone numbers with them and they sweetly told you that they’d reach out to you for a second date. you had made a noise of surprise, completely disbelieving that you were on a date, or that they’d want to see you again. but, charles and max were quick to make their intentions clear as they realized they may have been moving too quickly for you.
you can’t believe that was over two years ago. the boys had been so kind with working hard for your trust, and with a final conversation about how this relationship would work—you had agreed to be their girlfriend. of course, you had your stipulation of not being ready to have sex, but the boys did take that in stride and didn’t try to coerce you into changing that boundary. matter of fact, they had even offered to stop having sex between the two of them if it made you uncomfortable—which you disagreed with on the spot; they didn’t need to limit their actions with each other just because you needed extra time. 
and extra time, ended up being two years. charles and max had waited two years without complaining once, about the fact that you still weren’t ready to have sex with them. apparently, the final aspects that you needed to realize you were ready to have sex were: being unable to get yourself off for a month while they were in the midst of a triple header…and also that, you trust them with your entire soul. 
and goddamn, did their patience result in a valuable reward.
ever since max and charles had cured your dry spell by giving you the most life-changing orgasm from riding max’s thigh, you’ve been insatiable.
it’s like your horny-meter was struck by lightning and was overloaded and stuck at the highest setting—it feels like a perpetual ovulation week. it feels like you can’t look at max’s thighs without getting wet, it feels like you can’t hold charles’ hand without your knees buckling. it wasn’t like you were never horny before the thigh-riding incident (max finds the title hilarious), but to be consistently desperate—you’ve never felt like this before. it’s like the monegasque and the dutchman have awoken your sex drive and shifted it into high gear. your libido has been so insanely high that the men have pretty much offered themselves to you as free-use.
you wake up horny? choose your fighter: charles’ thigh or max’s thigh. you get turned on by charles kissing your cheek? ride his thigh. your tummy knots up when max calls you pretty girl? ride his thigh. your panties get wet when charles comes back from getting a haircut? ride his thigh. your clothes fall off when max smiles at you? ride his thigh. your brain turns to mush when charles and max make out? ride their thighs, twice.
you’ve been so pleasure-crazed that you ended up getting a friction burn from how often you were using their thighs. 
you whimpered in shame as charles rubbed aloe vera on the irritated skin between your legs.
“vior (see)?” charles said to max, who was sitting on the bed next to you holding your hand, “she has sensitive skin—we should not have let her use our thighs so often.”
“ah,” max dismissed, ignoring your mortified whine, he smirked at charles, “she’s just learned how good we can make her feel—forgive her desperation, schatje?”
charles lightly presses on the inflamed skin, and you slightly hiss in pain. he stares at max with an unimpressed expression, 
“and now feeling good too often has her feeling bad, non?”
charles resumed his gentle massage of aloe vera, as he continued to bicker with max about you, like you weren’t lying right there. mortification had the melanated skin of your cheeks flushing with a visible blush, and you muffled your embarrassed whimper into max’s thigh. the humiliation of your boyfriends discussing your barely-sex related injury as if you aren’t present should have been horny-level reduction material—but secretly, you enjoyed it; just a little bit. 
with a pained gasp, you slammed your thighs shut around charles’ hand when he passed over a more seriously-raw area of skin. his hand was forced up, and it brushed firmly against your cunt—and that previously pained gasp transformed into a moan of pleasure. the conversation around you silenced abruptly. you kept your eyes tightly shut, refusing to pull away from the safe haven of max’s thigh. you heard charles laugh disbelievingly, and with his free hand he easily pulled your thighs apart with little effort. the casual show of strength only had you getting wet. 
he made a show of flexing the hand that was entrapped between your thighs, before he dropped two of his fingers on top of your panties and guided them to circle over your clit through the thin cloth. your eyes flew open, and with a squeal your hips bucked up to chase his hand; but he was too quick, and pulled away, using that same hand to hold your hips down on the bed.
“you’re so horny that you completely forgot about the friction-burn you have on your thighs from your previously extremely horny activities,” max deadpanned, staring down at you with a blank expression.
“i can’t help it,” you murmured shyly, “sorry.”
“don’t apologize,” max stated, releasing his grasp of your hand to brush his thumb across your cheek, “nothing’s touching your cunt for a week.”
“huh? WHAT? why? no—why not?” you blurted out in confusion, ignoring charles’ snort.
“liefje—you could barely handle charles rubbing the gel into your skin; you are too sore and inflamed. no pillows, no hands, no thighs.”
you humphed, knowing max is right, but not wanting to admit it. 
“that’s torture! i just started getting to experience real pleasure and now i can’t even cum for a week?!” you whined up at max with pleading eyes.
“you went without using our thighs for two years—you can handle a week, mon coeur,” charles patted your hip with an annoying smile, before he climbed off the bed to put the gel away.
“charles, don’t tease her,” max sighed, “it’s just a week, pretty girl. you’ll be fine.”
you are not fine.
it’s the slowest time has ever passed in your entire life. honestly, the nerve of your boyfriends to have beautifully muscled thighs around you. you’ve been put in horny jail–seriously! the two men seem to have a radar for whenever you start to get turned on. no matter how hard you try to suppress any changes in your body language or facial expression, they sus you out in a few seconds. it’s uncanny; before you even open your mouth to try and persuade them into anything, they squish your cheeks together and say, “not yet,” and then walk away to give you space to calm down. every instance of this in the first couple of days was more mortifying than the aloe-vera gel application situation (which max now applies for you since charles couldn’t refrain from teasing you), but you quickly became desensitized.
max will not budge. he lets you whine, grovel, beg, promise, and plead. he sits through your whole monologue of desperation on day four, and smiles the entire time. when you finish your expertly delivered request to be allowed one orgasm from his thigh, he pats you on the ass and walks away. the amount of rage that filled you was probably unhealthy–how the fuck does he manage to be so unfazed?
charles, on the other hand, you could break. on day five, you trapped him in bed, sneakily convincing him to spend five more minutes with you while max brushed his teeth. you were quick to initiate sweet kisses, humming into the press of his lips, before you pull away and squirm on top of him to straddle his torso. 
the love-tinted haze cleared from his eyes as soon a he puzzled out your motive, and the monegasque moved to guide you off his body, but you halted him, pressing a firm hand in the middle of his bare chest. 
“c’mon cha–just let me, it’s been so long,” you pout down at him, doe-eyes wide and pleading, “don’t you wanna make me feel good?”
charles wavered–it has been so long. he doesn’t think he’d forget how your face looks as you orgasm, but it would be nice to see it again. you slowly grind your hips down on his, and charles manages to hold back any noises, but his eyes flutter in pleasure. the brunet halts your hips when he sees the brief flicker of discomfort appear in the furrow of your brows.
“ah, regarde toi (look at you)!” charles tuts disapprovingly, “you know you aren’t ready, just wait a little longer!”
you climb off of his lap, and bury your face in the pillow next to him, muffling a dramatic scream to make sure he knows how displeased you are. he rubs your back soothingly, letting you release your anger, before you flip over and huff.
“fine–whatever. two more days. two more days…for me,” you murmur, ignoring charles’ squint at your words, “just because i can’t do anything doesn’t mean you two can’t, right?”
charles shrugs his agreement, “yes, i guess. we haven’t came since you can’t. we were just planning to wait for your skin to recover.”
your heart warms at their abstinence, and the gears of your brain start turning. 
“hmm. you know you don’t have to wait for me? i kind of got myself into this situation and it’s not fair for–”
“no. max and i are both responsible too,” charles cut you off, “we should’ve taken more care to make sure you weren’t pushing yourself too far.”
“i don’t blame you guys–i was jumping the two of you everytime you so much as breathed in the same room as me. but, that’s not the point! i was going to say: shouldn’t i thank you guys properly?” 
“quoi? how?” he tilted his head to the side in question.
“i mean, isn’t it time i learn how to make you feel good too? i’ve kind of taken advantage of you, and never thought about making sure you guys feel good, like me.”
“how can you say that, mon amour? you make us feel good everytime we make you feel good,” charles sees that you don’t quite believe him, “you don’t notice how tight our pants get when you sit on our thighs? after you’ve finished, we sneak away to the bathroom to relieve ourselves! trust me, we feel very good with you.”
“hey! that’s my point–i want to make you guys…cum,” you whispered, “not have you sneak away to go do it yourself. can’t you teach me? isn’t now the best time for me to learn when i can’t be distracted by my own orgasm?”
“as long as you avoid rubbing yourself on anything, i’m actually okay with this,” max’s voice carried from the doorway, causing you and charles to jump in surprise. neither of you heard him open the en-suite door.
the dutchman walked over and sat on the bed next to charles, who eagerly supported your suggestion now that max said it was okay. 
“c-can…can we do it now?” you asked quietly, simultaneously afraid of a possible rejection and the idea itself.
the younger man hummed, and sat up next to max. he smirked at the blonde, “i’m sure he can’t say no to the opportunity of having me teach you how to touch him just the way he likes.”
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you may have miscalculated, to some degree. does everything about max have to big? big mouth, big hands, big thighs, big…dick. your brain stops functioning at the sight—max sitting with his back against the headboard, legs spread open comfortably, uncaring of how exposed he is, his cock half-hard and still growing where it rests on his thigh, and don’t forget his self-satisfied smirk at the sight of your shock. you squirm from your seat in between his legs and charles steadies you from his position behind you, bracketing your body within the two of them.
the monegasque shifts forward, hooking his chin on your shoulder with his chest pressed along your back, and hums softly, “all of that ,” charles pauses and moves his right hand to apply pressure on your navel, “is going to be deep inside of you soon.”
“ ‘s not gonna fit in me.”
“we’ll make it fit,” max states. you whimpered at his confident tone, and you could feel charles muffle his chuckle in the crook of your neck. 
the click of the lube bottle opening caused you to flinch back into charles, who soothed you with a pat on the hip. the brunet carefully squeezed out a small amount of lube into your right palm and murmured instructions for you to warm up the liquid. he then guided your hand to grasp max’s dick, who sighed softly at your touch.
“touch him however you want, mon ange,” the monegasque directed, “get used to how he feels and then we can make him feel good.”
swallowing down your apprehension, you lightly trace a finger down his shaft, marveling at how he’s a few of your fingers in girth and decently longer than the size of your hand (that’s definitely not fitting inside of you, they have no idea what they’re talking about). you drag the tip of your pointer finger up along the vein on his underside to the head of his cock. the tip is flushed with an attractive shade of pink complimenting the pale skin of his body, and it’s a beautiful contrast to the brown skin on the back of your hand. you wrap your palm around him gently and brush your thumb over the head, making a noise of surprise at his cock twitching in your grasp. a drop of pre-cum beads in the slit and you curiously drag a finger to collect it; you pause, before you bring your finger to your mouth and flick out your tongue to taste it.
it almost tastes like nothing? slightly bitter, a little salty—but, it’s good. he tastes good. 
max groans and the sound of his head falling back and hitting the headboard reminds you that the cock you’re feeling up is attached to him. 
a broken rasp of, “fuck,” slips from his lips, and charles kisses your cheek in approval.
“ah-you’re so good at this already, mon amour,” charles cheered, “let’s give him a hand, together.”
he brings his left hand around your body to join yours around max’s, and leads you through the motions. he starts you on half strokes, having you circle your hand around the head, while he focuses on mimicking your motions around the base. you can see the muscles of max’s abdomen and thighs clenching with the effort of not thrusting forward into your hand.
“shit,” max moans, “the two of you will be the death of me.”
charles nips a mark right behind you ear, “move your hand like this—oui, just like that—and press your palm around the head—good girl—just keep doing that for me, mon amor.”
max groans roughly at the focused attention on the sensitive tip of his dick; he’s going to come embarrassingly quickly. the sight of charles teaching you how to give him a proper handjob is going to keep him up at night.
“liefje, you’re doing such a good job,” max pants, “going to make come already, pretty girl—are you going to lick my cum off your fingers too?”
you moan highly at his words, nodding your head quickly in agreement, eager to keep being good for him. max continues to run his mouth as he gets closer to orgasm: ‘you and charles should taste the cum off your hand together,’ ‘he can’t wait to get his hands and mouth on you,’ etc.
with a stuttered breath, max warns you that he’s cumming—and charles yanks your hand off of him; ruining max’s orgasm. the dutchman shouts in frustration, his hips bucking up freely now, trying to chase the delicious friction that was stolen from him.
with flushed cheeks, max yells, “what the fuck, charles!” and you turn to look at charles, who’s sitting behind you with an extra-pleased smirk on his face. the brat shrugs nonchalantly, not offering an explanation. you bring your hand back to grasp max’s cock—and repeat the same motion of twisting your palm around the head, to lead max back to an orgasm. he moans in relief, thankfully the edge of release didn’t slip away from him entirely—and then you bring your other hand up to make up for charles’. 
all it takes is a few more synced strokes, and max cums. you feel the warmth of his release coat your fingers, but your eyes are stuck on his expression. his mouth parted slightly, eyes shut, his chest heaving, mouth red and flushed from where he was biting at his bottom lip, and you can see the pleasure washing over his face—goddamn, you wish you were feeling what he is. in the haze of appreciating how he looks when he comes, you fail to stop your hands from continuing your motions and max’s hands fly down to halt you once the pleasure slips into too-much.
when he makes eye-contact with you, you raise your cum-covered hand to your mouth and make a show out of tasting his cum. you moan sweetly and smack your lips—honestly, you don’t particularly like or dislike the taste, but the way max’s eyes widen at your display makes you think you’ll learn to love it. he watches you lick your hands clean, and murmurs out a faint, “what the actual hell, liefje.”
“and, you,” the older man’s expression hardens as he directs his cold gaze on charles, “we’re not touching you for two weeks.”
“por quoi?!,” the monegasque pretends as if he doesn’t know exactly what he did.
you and max both ignore charles’ whining, and you smile extra sweetly at max as you wiggle onto his lap, “may i use your thigh, please?”
he digs his thumb into the sensitive skin of your thigh, and you yelp lightly. 
“two more days, liefje,” max orders, “and if you’re patient, you can have more than just my thigh.”
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A Matching Pair
Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.
“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.
“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of…‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.
Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.
“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.
“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.
“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.
“He.”
“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.
“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.
“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”
“Wow, you don’t say.”
“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.
“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.
“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.
“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”
“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.
“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.
“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”
“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”
“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.
“This is stupid-“
“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.
“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.
“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…
“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.
Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.
“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.
“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”
“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.
“Eyes up here fam.”
*snap*
I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.
I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”
“Don’t know…”
“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”
Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.
“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.
“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.
“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.
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It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.
“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.
“Yeah what?”
*snap snap*
“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.
“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.
“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.
“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.
“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.
Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.
Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.
“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”
Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.
“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”
The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!
“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”
Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.
I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.
“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”
He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.
“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”
That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…
He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.
“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.
Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.
“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.
“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”
Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.
I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.
“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”
I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.
I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.
“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.
“Yep. He got socked.”
“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.
WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.
“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.
“But…mmm,”
“Say it.”
*snap*
“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.
“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”
Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.
“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”
“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”
“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!
“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”
The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.
“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.
“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.
“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.
“Pu—puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.
“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”
“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”
His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.
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“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”
Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!
Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.
I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.
“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.
As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.
“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”
He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.
With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!
My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.
“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.
Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”
What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.
He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…
It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.
“Let’s get you acquainted.”
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I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.
The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.
There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”
I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.
The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.
“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”
Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.
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🕷️🕸️The Chaotic Adventures of Spider-Mage✨🌟
[TWST AU]: The MC/Yuu may not be only one who encountered an unexpected turn of events.
[Synopsis]: In this timeline, an unknown stranger gets bitten by a spider that actually gave them spider-based magic to become Twisted Wonderland’s Spider-Hero.
[Gender Neutral!Spider!Reader]
[(A/N)]: Happy New Year! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much on my TWST blog. Been busy IRL and stuff like that. I hope this makes up for missing out and enjoy reading.
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So…about the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse- This is a stupid name. I don’t know why O’Hara chose this over the Spiderverse. That name makes more sense and easier for people who can’t decipher scientific names right away…
Anyway…
There are many variants and other dimensions who have their own spider like protectors.
There’s one particular Spider who has an interesting upbringing with their situation.
Maybe it’s better to let them introduce themselves to the people reading this…
[Y/N]: “My name is [Y/N] [L/N]. I’m a Second Year of Night Raven College and part of the Ignihyde Dorm. One day during last year, I get bit by an experimental and magical arachnid which granted me spider-based magic. I became to the public as “Spider-Mage”.
“I climb up on flat surfaces, having a Spider sense to alarm me for potential danger, the usual things.”
“I created an algorithm to alert me for crimes occurring and use my newfound powers by casting web-like portals to reach to that specific location.”
“Following my backstory: I was raised by my aunt and uncle, Aunt Mei and Uncle Benji. However, Uncle Benji passed away due to saving someone from an Overblot attack. He asked me if I were to become somebody having great magic, listen to his advice. With great power, comes with great responsibility.”
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[Chapter 1]
OB!Riddle: *On a rampage* YOU ALL WILL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!! *Throws a rose bush towards MC/Yuu and Grim*
MC/Yuu & Grim: *Gasps and embrace for impact*
[Then a mysterious figure jumps into action. They cast a magical web barrier to protect MC/Yuu and Grim from the thrown plant.]
Spider-Mage: *Looks back at the two Ramshackle students* It’s okay. I got you two.
OB!Riddle: WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME? WHO ARE YOU?!
Spider-Mage: Hi! I’m Spider-Mage. The friendly arachnid type magic user you hear people talk about. Y’know, you have some serious issues and hopefully seek anger management after this.
OB!Riddle: *Throws another bush at them*
Spider-Mage: *Shoots web at the bush and triggers a fire spell to burn the plant to ashes* Bad idea, buddy.
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MC/Yuu & Grim: *Running late for class*
MC/Yuu: *Carrying Grim in their arms* You just have to try sleeping in.
Grim: It’s not my fault I was studying late!
MC/Yuu: You were cramming for an exam today!
Spider-Mage: *Just saved some people from a robbery* Huh? The Prefect and their familiar?
MC/Yuu: Spider-Mage? Hey! We’re late for our morning class and it’s at the other side of the building.
Spider-Mage: Need a lift?
MC/Yuu: Of course! Thank you.
[Cut to a scene where MC/Yuu and Grim were dropped off to their class and have messed up hairdos from all the swinging around.]
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[Ignihyde Dormitory]
[Y/N]: *Crawling back into their dorm without disturbing anyone* *Lands on their feet from the ceiling and stalks over through the hallways*
Idia: Ortho, did you get my- *Stops mid-track and eyes widened at them* …
[Y/N]: …It’s not what it looks like. *Deactivates their suit*
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[Y/N]: *Looks down at their body* Shit.
Idia: Y-Y-You’re Spider-Ma-
[Y/N]: *Shushing him* Don’t say another word. I’ll explain everything somewhere private.
[Back in Idia’s room]
Idia: You’re Spider-Mage.
[Y/N]: Yes, I am. I got these abilities last year and then bam! I’m a magic superhero.
Idia: You kept all of this from me?
[Y/N]: Well, I tried to explain everything to you since you’re my Dorm Leader but duty calls and assignments.
Idia: …I still can’t believe one of my dorm members is Spider-Mage.
[Y/N]: It’s alright. It’s a lot to take in.
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[Rose Queendom]
Spider-Mage: *Shooting webs and swinging around the city* *Lands onto of an apartment complex’s rooftop*
Fan 1: Oh my Seven, It’s Spider-Mage! *Pulls out their phone* Hey Spider-Mage, can you do a flip?
Spider-Mage: *Does a flip*
Fan 1: *Recorded the whole* Thank you, Spider-Mage! I’m showing this to my friends.
Spider-Mage: No problem! Tell your friends I said hello!
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[In the hallways]
Kalim: Hi [Y/N]!
[Y/N]: Oh, hey, Kalim! Uh…What’s up? How was your break?
Kalim: You wouldn’t believe who came by. Spider-Mage came to rescue Jamil and everyone. They were amazing! They shot their magical webs and swung around kicking off the ‘Blot!
[Y/N]: Really? That’s crazy. “Great Seven. I’m jealous of myself…(T . T) Fuck me…”
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[Monstro Lounge]
[Y/N]: *Working there to fill in a deal*
Floyd: [Y/N]-chan/kun~ *About to squeeze them*
[Y/N]: *Spider sense triggered and kicks back at Floyd in the stomach*
Floyd: OOF- *Crashes into Jade*
[Y/N]: Crap! I’m sorry, you two. I’m just on edge today.
Azul: What is going on here? *Sees Floyd and Jade on the ground*
[Y/N]: I’m so sorry, Azul. I’m just super anxious today and Floyd was about to squeeze the shit out of me.
Azul: …Why don’t you take a half day off? You claimed you’re anxious enough to beat the two most valuable people in my dorm.
[Y/N]: Yes! That’s true and I’m going now. *Sprints out of the restaurant* “Fuck me and my Spider sense! I need to lie better.”
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[Afterglow Savannah]
Spider-Mage: *Battling against a weird-looking guy with lightning bolt accessories*
The Shocker: Well well well, love the new look Spider-Man.
Spider-Mage: Uh…Who? I’m not Spider-Man.
The Shocker: Oh, I see. Playing dumb to distract me.
Spider-Mage: Great Seven. Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s just get this over with. I have clubs to attend.
[The Shocker charges at Spider-Mage throwing rays of electricity at the magic user.]
Spider-Mage: *Shoots their web casting a Water spell to absorb the attack* Think fast! *Shoots the water spell at The Shocker*
[The water spell webbing was effective to short circuit the electrified villain.]
Spider-Mage: Now I can leave.
[Then a portal opens in front of Spider-Mage.]
Spider-Mage: What the…
[Three people appear out of the portal and they’re picking the unconscious Shocker anomaly.]
Spider-Mage: Uh… *Spider sense triggered*
???: Wow. Another Spider variant in this dimension.
???: Yeah, and explain what we’re doing here.
???: While also grabbing the anomaly who’s waking up. *Knocks The Shocker out*
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[After [Y/N] was taken to the Spider Society on Earth-928, everything was explained to them and how their Canon Events will happen.]
[Y/N]: Y-You can’t be serious. I couldn’t let it happen. There has to be another way.
Miguel O’Hara: There are no other ways-
[Y/N]: You’re wrong! The multiverse is wrong! I’m doing everything I can to prevent any more disasters back in my already chaotic world. I can’t lose him…
Peter B. Parker: Kid, everything’s gonna be alright.
[Y/N]: Tell that to “Leader of the Spider Society”. I’m going and won’t stop until everyone’s safe.
[[Y/N] casts a spell to disappear from everyone’s sight.]
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Arachnis: No no no Miguel. *Blocks his path* Do not chase the teen like last time with Miles.
Miguel: They can’t interfere with the Canon Events. Their world would already start falling apart.
Arachnis: Miguel, you don’t know that. Remember when I saved you from your supposed event? My Canon Event overlapped with yours which should interfere but didn’t, preventing your untimely death. What if [Y/N] can save their friends and loved ones like us? We almost lost everyone when we were against The Spot.
Miguel: *Glare softens and sighs* I don’t want this kid to make the same mistakes.
Arachnis: I know. It’s tough to accept the possibility, but we been through this before. Doing everything we can to help others. Hey, look at me.
[As the Spider-Man of 2099 and Arachnis share an intimate moment, [Y/N] ran back because they dropped their Magic Pen.]
[Y/N]: Uhh…Is this a bad time?
Arachnis: Kid, I’m gonna shoot your ass if you don’t rush back to save your world.
[Y/N]: Right! Sorry! *Sprints out of their sight*
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sereneres · 5 months
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dollz™ ³
newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.8k
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summary. — in which danielle has too much time on her hands. she also isn’t really there but we’re going to ignore that
warnings. — danielle is here yet isn’t at the same time
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“this name thing is lowkey kinda hard.”
hyein huffs, rolling onto her side and raising an eyebrow at the older girl. “don’t you already have all of yours, unnie?”
“well, no, i still have to come up with with mine and ynnie’s.” hanni sighs, dropping her chin into her palm. “the others were easier. bbangsaz, kittyz, twotolz, niniz–”
“why are you and dani-unnie ‘niniz’?” haerin tilted her head. “couldn’t you just be ‘aussiez’? because you both came from australia?”
minji, sighing, patted the girl on the soldier with a look of faux sympathy. “don’t question it too much, haerin, you’ll just get lost in the complicatedness that is hanni’s mind.”
“hey, just so you know, danielle was the one who wanted niniz, not me!”
“oh.” minji blinked, then turned back to haerin to once again pat her on the shoulder. “nevermind haerin.”
“hey–”
hyein groans, turning to you as the two girls continued bickering. haerin, having already settled down on minji’s lap, starts to doze off.
“yn-unnie~” she whines, shuffling closer to you and placing her hands on your knees. “can you help me, please?”
her words are almost robotic, seeing as she had said them in english, and that, paired with the pouty look on her face, was enough to make you coo at the younger girl.
“don’t worry about it too much, hyein.” you murmured, placing a hand on her head and petting her. “it’ll come to us… hopefully.”
minji, being unable to move with a sleeping haerin in her lap, turns her head nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at you. “maybe you should ask danielle for help. she’s pretty good at coming up with names.”
“sh– mph,” haerin yawned. “she made a list of ship names for us already. didn’t you guys get her message?”
“she did?” hanni frowned, picking up your phone. “when’d she send it?”
“hanni-unnie, that’s my phone–”
the older girl pressed a finger to your lips, her eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. “shush, yn, you weren’t using it anyway.” she paused. “uh, what’s your password again?”
“just use your own phone, unnie.” hyein sighed, plopping her head onto your lap. “it would be faster if you did.”
you too sigh, albeit more out of exasperation than tiredness. “debut date, hanni-unnie.” you reminded her for the nth time that month. “it’s our debut date.”
“right… did you use month day year, day month year, year month day, or year day month?”
“hanni-unnie.”
“okay, okay, i got it, no need to whine… oh wow this list is long–”
“what about barbiez?” hyein cut in, having pulled up the list on her own phone. “that’s pretty cute, right, yn-unnie?”
you hum. “it is, but i don’t think we can just use barbiez. for one thing, it would look weird being spelt with a z when everyone spells it with an s–”
“all of our shipnames look weird with a z though.” haerin muttered. “dani-unnie and i use ‘candyz’ and not ‘candies’…”
“and, most importantly, we could get into some issues using the name barbie despite not being affiliated to the brand.” you smile apologetically at the girl in your lap, the beginnings of a pout on her face. “sorry, hyein-ah, but we can’t use it.”
“what about bratz?” hanni suggested, having not paid attention to anything you had said. “you and hyein look like bratz, right, minji?”
minji blinks. “erm…” she glances at you, her silent plea for help plastering an amused yet small smile on your lips.
“we can’t use that one because, as i said earlier, copyright and or trademark issues, hyein.” you said. “also, i don’t think it would be a good look if we were called bratz. it’s too much like the word brats, and who knows how many people already think of us like that…”
“those pe’ple are jus’ haters, unnie.” haerin murmured sleepily. “ignore ‘em.”
hanni huffed and nodded her head in agreement with the younger’s words. “well said, haerin, well said.”
“okay, what about dollz?” minji asked, looking at hyein. she had, at somepoint, taken your phone from hanni and was going through the list danielle had created. “since you can’t use barbiez or bratz, why not just use dollz?”
“dollz.” hyein repeated thoughtfully, seemingly testing how the word sounded. “that’s…”
“it’s perfect.” you leaned forward, trying and failing to peek at the screen—it was a privacy screen, hence your failure—of your phone. “was it on dani-unnie’s list?”
the older girl nodded. “it was.” she gives you your phone before pointing at the name on the screen. “see, it’s like, ten or so names down from the first one in the third row.”
“oh… just how many names did dami-unnie come up with?”
“she came up with around twenty–”
“oh, that’s not that bad.”
“–for each pairing, excluding the ones we already made names for, so, around a hundred?”
“a hundred?!”
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untitledmemes · 2 months
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Hazbin Hotel Prompts
Part III An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
“ I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get. ”
“ You got daddy issues? ”
“ I'd like to meet the big dick incharge. ”
“ Who am I kidding? This sucks! ”
“ Where are you these days? ”
“ You know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. ”
“ Anything in my power is yours for the asking. ”
“ Wait. You're inviting me over? ”
“ It's showtime! ”
“ Look how much you haven't grown! Still fun sized. ”
“ It's nice to finally put a face to the name. ”
“ You are much shorter in real life. ”
“ You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! ”
“ Who needs a busboy now that you've got the chef? ”
“ I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref. ”
“ I'm truly honored that we built such a bond. ”
“ It's a little funny, you can almost call me dad. ”
“ They say when you're looking for assistance, it's smart to pick the path of least resistance. ”
“ Sadly there are times when a birth parent is a dud. ”
“ I know you were all waiting for me! ”
“ Why is everybody gawking? Is it cuz I'm adorable? ”
“ Hey, watch it, tall dark and creepy. ”
“ You gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company. ”
“ Where can a girl get a drink around here? ”
“ Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelings. ”
“ All you could hear was screams. ”
“ Underneath it all, he's a total sweetie. ”
“ Who in their right mind would cross me? ”
“ Big talk for someone who's also on a leash. ”
“ These are our people. I have to try. ”
“ You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. ”
“ It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you. ”
“ It's time I remind everyone why I am here. ”
“ You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? ”
“ They didn't listen to me, they wouldn't listen to you. ”
“ I won't lose it all again. ”
“ I'll shelter and adore you more than anything. ”
“ It's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for. ”
“ Looks like the apple doesn't fall far. ”
“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”
“ I wish I could come, sweetie, but I have that thing... ”
“ You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. ”
“ Well, if it isn't my arch-nemesis. Have you come to meet your fate in battle? ”
“ Are you sure you're in the right place? Because I think you might be a little lost. ”
“ I'm sorry you can't stay. ”
“ I'm handling this shit right now. ”
“ Don't fucking shush me, bitch. ”
“ I want you to do whatever you need to do to keep this problem from getting worse. ”
“ You sure fucked up, didn't you? ”
“ If you have actual evidence, then show it already. ”
“ Take one of these and you won't be worrying about nothing. ”
“ I just thought you were better than that. ”
“ I think you're done, tiny. ”
“ I was thinking maybe, um, you'd wanna do... a sex with me? ”
“ I just want a taste. ”
“ I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. ”
“ It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink. ”
“ Guess the cat's out of the bag. ”
“ I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to do what was required. ”
“ If hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie. ”
“ Don't you act all high and mighty. ”
“ How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people? ”
“ I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. ”
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ak47stylegirl · 3 months
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Let me take care of you.
This fic/chapter literally tried to kill me, It's a miracle I got it to a point where I can post it lol I hope you guys enjoy it!
Continued on from this fic.
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Scar was woken up a couple of hours later by Jellie pawing at his face. “Well, hello there, Miss Jellie…” Scar smiled at the cat sitting on his chest like she owned it, “You’re hungry, I’m guessing?” 
Jellie meowed in response, rubbing her cheek against Scar’s face. 
“Hmm, well let’s not keep you waiting, huh…” Scar hummed, giving Jellie an affectionate scratch behind the ear as he did so. Giving Jellie a nudge to jump off him, Scar glanced over at Grian. 
The avian was snuggled up beside Scar, his feverishly hot cheek smooshed up against Scar’s shoulder. 
Scar smiled sadly, the sight was adorable, yes, but his pesky bird didn’t look anywhere near well at all. Grian’s face was flushed red, his hair/head feathers damp with sweat. Scar could physically feel the heat radiating from Grian. 
It concerned Scar on so many levels. 
Scar sighed as he began untangling himself from Grian’s hold, carefully lowering Grain’s head onto their pillow. Waiting a second to see if that had disturbed the avian, (It didn’t, thank the Void…) Scar carefully slipped his legs off the bed; and sat up. 
Scar yawned as he stretched, allowing his mind and body to adjust to being vertical. It was important Scar let his body adjust, otherwise he would probably trigger a dizzy spell and fall over. No one wanted that. 
(Scar had gotten up too fast before…it’s not fun facepalming the floor) 
Chronic illness was a bitch but at least it wasn’t too bad today. Scar would have been devastated if his medical issues kept him from looking after his pesky bird. Jellie meowed, her tail held high as she rubbed her body against Scar’s legs. 
She was getting impatient.
“Oh Shush, Little Miss…” Scar mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his cane as he stood up with a small grunt. “I know you’re hungry, but we don’t want to wake your papa-”
“Scar?” 
Scar grimaced as he turned around, finding Grian groggily peering up at him. Scar couldn’t help but notice how the avian could barely lift his head off of the pillow. Concern once again flooded Scar’s heart and soul. 
“Hey love…” Scar sighed as he gave Grian a soft look, leaning down to press a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “I’m just feeding Jellie…you go back to sleep, okay?” 
Grian looked briefly ready to argue against that. But any attempts to get up were short-lived as Grian was wrecked with full-body shivers and stomach cramps. Grian nodded with a groan, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach. 
“Oh love…” 
Scar bit his lip, glazing down at Grian, who seemed sicker each time Scar looked. There had to be something he could do to help? Maybe they had some health or regen potions lying around? 
Jellie howled, causing Scar to wince. (And worst, it caused Grian to whimper)
“Okay, okay…I got the message Jellie…” Scar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he made his way out of the bedroom, cat following close behind. “You could be a little more con-con-siter-...dang it! Kind, you could be a little more kind, girl…” 
Jellie jumped up onto the kitchen counter, meowing like she didn’t have a clue what Scar was talking about. She was a little angel. 
“Your papa’s not feeling well…” Scar explained as he grabbed Jellie’s food out of the fridge, scooping some into Jellie’s little bowl. “So meowing at the top of your lungs doesn’t really help, missy…” 
Scar placed Jellie’s bowl down near the kitchen window, unable to stop himself from smile as she began to devour it. “You’re lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at…hmmm, that’s something you and your papa both got in common…” 
No matter what Grian says, his pouting face is adorable. Actually, Grian was just adorable in general. (Though he could also be downright terrifying, which Scar found sort of hot-)
The morning sun was long on its way up into the sky, lighting up the apartment. Now that Scar was up, he decided he might as well get ready for the day. First things first, Scar needed a shower, (Plus nature was calling).
Silently, Scar made his way back into the bedroom (For clothes) and the sight that met him made his heartache. Grian had curled up into a feeble ball, cuddling Scar’s pillow close. With a sigh, Scar grabbed some clothes out of his dresser. 
Stopping briefly by the bed, Scar leaned down and kissed Grian’s cheek. Grian hummed softly in his sleep, snuggling deeper into the pillow with a slight smile. Mission accomplished, Scar made his way to the bathroom. 
TBC...
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virginiaisforvampires · 9 months
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Hi there! Great blog! One thing I never understood was Louis was so reserved with Lestat but so openly affectionate and flirtatious with Jonah? He also fought off his feelings for Lestat and appeared to have a stronger bond with Claudia but was willing to leave Claudia for Armand very soon after meeting him? Thanks for answering!
I don’t think Louis was reserved with Lestat at all. Especially during their happy years. Louis just didn’t tell about those times. He skipped ahead seven years to the issues with feeding. As a note, the feeding issue still hasn’t been addressed in present-day Dubai, which indicates there are still things that Louis doesn’t understand or allow in terms of intimacy.
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*the shared knowing glance*
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“Try something for me, mon cher.”
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*the shared knowing smirks*
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*Louis smiling and teasing*
“Don’t you shush me.”
“I missed you.”
“You missed me?”
*muffled* “I hated sleeping without you.”
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*their dance*
All of that indicates that Louis was affectionate and “flirtatious” with Lestat. They were happy and truly loved each other. Louis simply doesn’t talk about it as he’s pushing a specific narrative and also because it would be entirely too painful for him.
As for Jonah, there’s a lot more going on there, but essentially Louis was doing that to call Lestat’s bluff. He was able to allow small intimacy with Jonah exactly because the bond was nothing like what Louis shared with Lestat. Notice when Louis says the infamous “he’s a lot” to Jonah about Lestat, Louis is smiling. And even with all that, Louis still doesn’t succumb to the full pleasure of it as he bites his own arm to fight the blood lust as feeding and intimacy go hand-in-hand.
Claudia and Armand? Again, a lot going on and I’ve talked before about what Claudia represented to Louis. To simplify it, their bond appeared stronger, even though it actually wasn’t, mostly because Claudia and Louis could telepathically communicate and because of what she represented i.e. redemption and the human connection. It’s also because that’s the way Louis framed it. In reality, Claudia completely underestimated what was going on between Louis and Lestat, and it will come back around in the most heartbreaking way. She just doesn’t understand that Louis loves Lestat, Louis didn’t want to leave Lestat, and Louis didn’t want to kill Lestat. She’s locked in puberty and a stark way of thinking. The relationship between Louis and Claudia deteriorates after they get to Paris. Claudia warns Louis about Armand, but Louis is basically being gaslit and spellbound by him at that time, and Armand is the one who influences Louis to turn Madeleine via the mind/spell gift. Louis doesn’t come to his senses until it’s too late. You’ve read the translation of Claudia’s later diaries? Those entries heavily foreshadow what is going to happen in Paris right down to Claudia acknowledging that Lestat “sheltered” them.
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klausinamarink · 3 months
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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 12)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 next: Part 13 | ao3
now the real shenanigans begin..
Jonathan never thought that in a million years he would be in a girl’s bedroom. Let alone a girl like Nancy Wheeler.
Usually the scenario would petrify him. But instead, he’s another anchor. A stable island in the raging sea that can only do provide the barest of comforts.
He’s not really good comforting anyone who’s not Will. He thinks he’s been doing good with Mom, but it hasn’t worked since she started fixating on the lights. He’s not sure he can comfort anybody else again.
All he does is putting his jacket around Nancy’s shoulders and sits close to her on the bed, their arms touching. Her head is down. Her eyes are looking at both something and nothing in the distance. She’s been like that since he had helped pull her and Jeff Endes out of that weird tree portal.
He should say something. But he’s not sure what. He could just mumble about anything really, but it might turn towards Will and Jonathan already shed tears over his baby brother.
To be honest, Jonathan’s not sure if he should even be with Nancy. He’s the one with who took photos of her, Steve Harrington, and his friends that night. He never realized it was even wrong until his camera was pointing at Harrington’s open window where Nancy stood exposed with her bra before his eyes. Reviewing that photo in the film had given Jonathan such vile guilt and disgust at himself that when he eventually printed it in the school’s red room, he tore it into shreds until there was nothing left to piece it back together.
As devastated and upset he was with Harrington breaking his camera, Jonathan is relieved with the karma. He’s not sure if he could hold that camera again without flashing back to that night and feel the shame all over him.
At least he’ll be the only one to carry that to his goddamn grave.
“It was cold.”
He startles at Nancy’s muttered voice. She’s still looking down at the floor. “It was cold. And dark. Darker than tonight. Or any night. It wasn’t…” She trails off, her eyes going more distant.
Jonathan only nods, looking away from her. Her bedside lamp flickers momentarily.
“There was some…” She pauses, pursing her lips, “I don’t know what it was, but it’s definitely not human or even an animal.”
“What did it look like?” Jonathan remembers the photograph with Barb at the pool. “Like, uh, that? The thing in the photo?”
Nancy doesn’t answer. He doesn’t push her. He gets it, he thinks. At least with the part when you’re quiet because you don’t know what to say. And wasn’t that something Lonnie hated about him.
The lamp flickers again. Jonathan’s eyes narrow at it, unsure how appropriate it is to point out a electric issue when someone had just came out of a some tree mirror world.
The bulb blinks several times. Then again in a way that Jonathan can’t help but have his brain read it as Morse code. That’s an H. An I.. oh it’s like saying hi. Now it’s doing it again.. now with a J, O, N-
He abruptly stands up, his heart jumping to his throat. He hears Nancy saying something, but it’s muffled in his ears. Jonathan’s focusing on the lamp, watching its flickering finish spelling his name. He steps closer and kneels down, goosebumps erupting from the back of his neck.
“Jon-” Nancy starts, but Jonathan shushes her. He feels a pressure in his chest and around his back, a vague memory of how Will always hugs him.
The lamp blinks again. It repeats the same message: H-I-J-O-N-A-T-H-A-N.
Jonathan swallows. Tries to breathe normally. He can’t be going as crazy as Mom. It can’t really be-
“W-Will?”
The lamp brightens more than it should be possible. A watery cry comes out of Jonathan’s mouth. He hugs the lamp, uncaring of how he almost tilts the frame off.
It feels just like Will.
Jonathan pulls away, his body shaking from the sudden shock of stomach-turning excitement. “Will, tell me you’re really okay? Are you alone? Where are you really?”
The lamp’s bulb starts losing its glow, before it brightens again and pulses in Morse code.
“What’s he saying?”
Jonathan startles at Nancy’s question. She’s sitting next to him, a pen in hand and just hovering above a notebook. Her eyes are no longer distant. They’re bright with determination and staring at her lamp. It’s almost terrifying to see Nancy switch like that in what must been a heartbeat.
Jonathan gapes at her before snapping back to the focus on hand. “Sorry, Will, can- can you repeat that?”
As the lamp blinks, Jonathan starts smiling, “He’s saying, ‘I’m okay. I’m not alone.’” He frowns at this, a new kind of worrying coming over him. “Wait, Will, who’s with you?”
There’s a pause. And then, much quicker, E-D-D-I-E-M-U-N-S-O-N.
Jonathan chokes on air. “Munson?!” Nancy makes a similar sound in her throat.
The lamp flickers in and out as if it’s laughing at him, followed by W-H-A-T-S-U-P.
Steve jumps out of the car, running down the road to the house while ignoring Tommy and Carol’s heckling behind him.
As he starts the climb up to Nancy’s room, he goes over the constructed words in his head. Hey, Nancy, are you doing okay? I know you’re having a rough time with Barb suddenly gone and your little brother’s best friend dying, but I just want to check on you. Even if you tell me you’re okay and don’t want me around, could I just stay with you. We don’t have to do anything, honest!
It’s not foolproof, but it’s the best he could come up with. He doesn’t want to leave Nancy by herself forever. If he abandoned her because he doesn’t understand the weird grief she going through, it would make him the worst boyfriend in the world.
Steve reaches to the window ledge. It’s closed shut. But before he knocks on it, he looks through it just in case Mrs. Wheeler or Mike are in there.
To his relief, it’s only Nancy. At least before he does a double take and also sees Jonathan Byers.
At first, Steve is baffled. Then anger and jealousy rushes through his veins. He grips the ledge so hard that it probably might snap. Just when he thought he’s having a serious relationship with a girl who actually loves him, Nancy turns around and cheats on him with fucking Byers.
Through his red vision, he watches Nancy and Byers sitting close to each other, just around a drawer with her lamp on it like they’re trying to do a fucking dinner date. Nancy’s scribbling notes on her notebook while Byers says something like how he loves her so much more than Steve ever will. The lamp between them flickers rapidly and Byers’ attention is strangely fixated on that instead of Nancy.
Steve blinks, the rage quickly ebbing away to confusion. He leans forward as if it’ll help him to get a more clearer look with what the hell is he looking at? Because Byers looks like he’s been crying while Nancy looks serious, her gaze moving from him to the lamp. Nancy seems to ask a question Steve can’t hear through the glass, to which Byers says something back that somehow makes Nancy’s lamp glow bright twice. Which… okay.
“What the…” Steve mutters, his nose pressing against the window as he leans closer-
And then his foot suddenly slips out under him and Steve falls to the ground.
The scream freezes Eddie on the spot. He snaps his head to the window where it came from. Next to him, Will gasps softly and doesn’t breathe.
It sounds human, nothing like the demogorgon. But Eddie would bite his own hand off if it turns out to be the demogorgon, trying to catch their attention again.
“What was that?” Byers asks aloud.
“Let me check.” Wheeler mutters and there’s the faint rustling of her getting up and hurrying to their window. Eddie almost reaches out in vain to stop her, but halts himself because he’s in an alternate dimension, duh.
Wheeler doesn’t say anything as the slide of the window opening echoes the room. And then-
“Steve?!”
Eddie perks up, feeling a grin come over his face. Ohohoh, the King of Hawkins is here? The need to witness (or hear, in this case) a worthy lover’s quarrel is almost overwhelming. Oh god, how he misses his mundane hobbies! He stands up, ushering to Will to just stay put, and skips over to the window where Wheeler and Harrington’s voices are the clearest.
“Oh, hey Nance-”
“What are you doing here?”
If Harrington’s taken back by Wheeler no-nonsense demands, he doesn’t sound like it. “Well, I- ow- I wanted to see you.”
Wheeler sighs, “Steve, I appreciate it, but I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Well-” Harrington gives out a pained hiss. Eddie frowns, wondering if he had hurt himself before thinking why the hell is he concerned for the King. “I swear it’s not like- I mean, we don’t have to do anything! I just want-”
“I don’t want to see you, Steve!”
Eddie flinches from Wheeler’s sudden shout. He almost laughs too because goddamn, when was the last time he saw a girlfriend stood up to Steve Harrington? That is until he looks over at Will and catches his haunted expression. Eddie’s stomach lurches, briefly debating about staying at the window or going back to Will. The latter wins, so Eddie returns to Will’s side, pulling the boy close.
“You okay?” Eddie asks.
Will nods slowly, but his shoulders are hunched to his ears and his eyes are almost glossed over. Without a word, Eddie starts rocking him slowly, back and forth.
He glances over to Wheeler’s empty window reservation. Being this far now, he can’t hear what else Harrington says to her. If he’s even speaking. Eddie supposed he can’t blame the King into being in shocked silence. Then he looks the orange glow of the lamp. He bits his lip, wondering if the argument is reliving some bad memories for Will.
Either way, Eddie taps quickly on the warm glow.
“Uh, Nancy?” Byers speaks, somehow quieter than Harrington, “Can you, uh- Munson’s saying-”
“I got it.” Wheeler snaps tensely. Eddie hears her take a quick breath before continuing, “Steve, I really am not in the best mood to see you. I just want to be alone. And I swear we can hang out after I get over this, okay? It’ll be my treat, this time.”
Eddie strains to hear Harrington’s response but catches nothing. A few moments later, Wheeler’s footsteps return. “Steve’s gone now. I’m really sorry about that.”
Eddie ceases his rocking and nudges Will. The boy blinks once, twice, before the haunted expression fades away. He sniffs and rubs his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers so softly it breaks Eddie’s heart. “It just- reminded me of my parents-”
“Hey, no need for an explanation, Little Byers.” Eddie rubs Will’s back in reassuring circles.
Will sniffs again. Then Wheeler’s voice interrupts them with a nervous laugh, “Huh, Will? Munson? You don’t have to make the other lights go crazy.”
What? Eddie furrows his brows, looking down at Will who mirrors his confusion.
Something crashes downstairs.
Lucas groans loud and long for the twelfth time, “Oh my god, can’t we just go home already?”
Mike scowls at him, “Then go home.”
“We should all go home!” Lucas waves his arms at the night sky that had fallen nearly an hour ago. After the funeral, they’ve been wandering around trying to follow any sign of their compasses failing in the woods, the junkyard, the edge of the cemetery, back to the woods, and now heading to Mike’s house at Maple Street.
Mike gets what Lucas is coming from. They’re all tired and Mike’s feet are sore. He probably doesn’t want to walk ever again. At least in these Converses.
“Let’s just face it!” Lucas crosses his arms, “There’s not even a gate and the weirdo’s lying to us!”
“El’s not lying!” Mike snaps back. El’s been doing her best to help them find Will and Eddie (whoever that is) even when she gets tired and scared. They’re so
It frustrates him that Lucas wants to make El a bad guy.
“Oh yeah?” Lucas stomps over to El and grabs her left wrist. The dark blue sleeve of her jacket is heavily stained with blood. “Explain this.”
Something pangs inside Mike’s chest. He looks up
El opens and closes her mouth. In his split-second in coming to her defence, Mike shoves Lucas on the chest. He stumbles back, catching himself while glaring at Mike with betrayal.
“Why would you keep being friends with the weirdo instead of looking for Will?” Lucas steps closer. “Aren’t you supposed to be his first best friend? A best friend should keep looking for Will instead of making goo-goo eyes at a weird girl!”
Mike punches him in the face.
This time, Lucas falls back. Dustin gasps and so does Mike. He stares at his clenched first, his knuckles stinging at the impact. The sight and feeling twists his stomach into knots. He remembers the first code of the Party, the one that Will had penned down because he knows too well what happens when someone gets hurt too much. Don’t hurt each other or be a bully like Troy.
Mike didn’t just broke the first code. He also broke Will’s promise
He looks back to Lucas, who picks himself back up with a groan and tenderly rubbing his face. Then he looks at Dustin and El. Dustin looks devastated and El is staring at him with the same haunted eyes whenever she spoke of the bad men.
Mike gasps lightly, turning back to Lucas with burning pressure behind his eyes. His friend glares at him, daring for Mike to say something.
Mike swallows and opens his mouth, hopefully to apologize and not in begging sobs-
“Hey, what’s up with this secret gathering, you little shits?”
The four of them whirl around, shrieking in various volumes of being startled. Now standing before them is Steve Harrington.
Sourness immediately floods over Mike, the heat behind his eyes becoming one of agitation instead. Great, Nancy’s perfect boyfriend of a douchebag is here. Behind him, he hears quick shuffling from Lucas and Dustin, presumably to hide El from Steve’s gaze.
“What are you doing here?” Mike crosses his arms, glaring up at the teen.
Steve frowns down at him, hands on hips. He looks such a mom it’s so gross. “What are you doing out of curfew and outside your house?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Mike shoots back.
This seems to take Steve aback because he doesn’t ask anything else for several seconds. Then his eyes flick over to the others, his eyes squinting. Mike follows it quick enough to see it land on El, who stares up at him with a mix of suspicion and.. wonder?
Oh no.
“Where are your parents?” Steve asks, sounding too concerned for someone sneaking into Nancy’s bedroom for gross kissing.
Mike gets his attention again just to quip, “Where are yours?”
Steve closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and mutters something under his breath. Then he walks right past them, limping occasionally. That gives Mike a sense of satisfaction. Take that, douchebag.
They watch him leave until his back disappears behind the fence. Lucas turns to Mike with a raised eyebrow, “This guy is dating your sister?”
Mike scoffs at Lucas’ excuse of a truce, but then El suddenly goes rigid like a tree.
“El?” Dustin asks. Instead of answering, she grabs Dustin’s walkie from where it hangs on his pant’s waist and scrunches her eyes shut as it shudders to life with static.
“Hey, don’t take that-!” Lucas tries to take the walkie, but Mike steps in front of him. Then a pair of too-familiar voices burst out of the radio.
“-die?”
“Stay where you are.”
Mike gasps. Beside him, Dustin cries, “It’s them! That’s Will and Eddie!”
Mike looks at El, “Where are they? El, where are they?”
Blood drops from her nose as she keeps her eyes shut. But her voice is quiet as she responds, “Upstairs. Here.”
Mike feels his heart leaping out of his chest.
On the radio, there’s a sudden slam of the door, followed by Eddie’s panicked screaming, “Get your bags! Go through the window! Now!”
A warped animalistic growl shudders out of the walkie.
El gasps aloud, jerking her head back. The porch lights start flickering.
Mike can’t take it anymore. He sprints around the house to the back door. He ignores Dustin’s shout of his name and gets inside. But he pauses just a bit at the sight of every lightbulb in the house malfunctioning, flashing in varying intensity. It hurts his eyes.
“Will!” Mike calls out, hurrying up the stairs. He hears his mom calling him urgently but he ignores her. El said Will was upstairs. He must be in Mike’s room, right?
He bursts into his room. Even the lights here are going crazy. But overall it’s empty.
“Will? Eddie?” Mike yells, searching under his bed. On his bed. Inside his closet. Next to the drawers. “Will! Where are you?!”
The door is already splintering. Will knows that the drawer holding it shut will do enough to hold the demogorgon back.
“Just go, Will!” Eddie shouts at him over the noise. He’s pointing the spear at the door. Will’s spear had already been thrown out the window.
Will peeks his head out. There’s one slated roof just below the window so he wouldn’t hurt himself if he fell to the ground.
“I’m not leaving-!” He says, but Eddie is already shoving him further.
“Go! I’ll be right behind you!”
Will pulls himself out, his shoulders hitting the roof first. And then he slides down the slates. He tries to clamp his feet against the roof’s drainage at the last second to stop, but then he’s falling through air for a second.
He lands on the ground with an oof. Above him, he hears a deafening smashing of wood followed by the awful demogorgon’s growling.
“Eddie!” Will calls up, his spear ready.
But then he hears Eddie’s screams above the demogorgon’s and more crashing sounds.
“Eddie!”
Will runs around to reach the front door. But when his hand closes around the doorknob to open it, the door barely openes an inch. Will tries again, slamming his bruising shoulders against it. But there’s something heavy on the other side and it isn’t budging.
“Damn it!” Will curses. He runs back around, already stumbling on his feet with tears blinding him. Here he is, running back to danger when he should be fleeing. But if Will did that, then Eddie would be-
Eddie could be already-
Will trips again, this time landing on the ground. The grass feels cold and scrapes his chin instead of brushing it like normal grass. It almost destroys him into a mess of sobs. But with some stroke of luck, Will looks over and sees a small window perching right on top of the ground.
The basement.
Will gets up, using the broomstick handle of his spear to hit repeatedly against the glass. Through his tears, he almost misses the red glow inside.
Lucas runs down to the basement. Because if Mike is going to run around his house and not use his brain, then he should figure out that the weirdo is tricking him and that Will should be at the basement where they played their D&D and held countless sleepovers.
He stops at the last step, Dustin almost bumping him off from behind. “Ow, dude, what-?” Dustin starts before cutting himself off. Without looking at him, Lucas knows why.
There’s something red and glowing on the wall, just a couple feet away from the stairs.
“Woah…” Lucas mouths. It’s super memorizing to look at, but the last time Lukiel Bass the Ranger appeared close to a similar gate, a black dragon’s hand came out and pulled him in for lunch.
“What is that?” Dustin asks in wonder. Lucas takes his wrist rocket and the largest rock of his possession, aiming it at the-
“The gate!” He realizes, whirling to Dustin. It takes him a second before Dustin gets out the compass. They both huddle close, watching in amazement as the needle starts spinning. Just like what Mr. Clark had said would happen.
“Holy shit, we found it!” Dustin exclaims. Lucas can’t help but give a little victory screech of his own. They stumble towards the gate with their hands out. Then they immediately pull back.
“Ewww!” Lucas starts wiping the slime off on his jacket. Not only it’s gross but it feels very cold to the touch. Kinda like raw egg yolks.
“Awesome…” Dustins says in awe, staring at his slime-covered hands. He almost looks like he wants to eat it.
Lucas wrinkles his nose and smacks his arm, “Dude, clean that off!”
Something moves behind the gate. It’s too red and thick to see clearly, but Lucas catches a dark shape tumbling into his sight. He starts to panic, backing away with his wrist rocket ready as the shape slowly comes closer.
“Lucas?”
He drops his wrist rocket, rock and all.
He shares a wide-eyed, jaw-opened look with Dustin, who has more bug-out eyes.
“Will?!”
A pair of hands and a face press against the gate. Lucas’ heart leaps to his mouth. It is Will.
He and Dustin rush forward again, not caring about the slime back on their hands, each one landing on the same spot as Will’s hands. Will’s face breaks into full of joy.
“Holy shit, man, we thought you were dead!” Dustin yells.
“We’re gonna get you out of here! Mike’s going crazy around his house right now!” Lucas shouts even louder. Crap, they have to get Mike here too. But Will’s right there-
“Wait, hang on, hang on!” Dustin dips away for a second before he comes back with a wooden chair hoisted over him. “I got a chair!” Lucas falls his butt on the steps, watching Will pull away just as Dustin slams the chair into the gate. There’s some squishing sound that makes the gate shudder, but it stays solid. “Ah, shit! That was my best throw!”
“I got a spear! That’ll work!” Will cries out to them. Lucas and Dustin stare at each other. Will has a spear? Badass.
But then something growls from the top of the stairs.
Lucas whirls around, his panic spiking up to a hundred. But there’s nothing up there, just the view of the flickering hallway lights.
“What was that?” Dustin asks, his lip quivering.
“Run.” Will sounds more quiet. When Lucas stands up again to peer at him, Will’s slowly backing away, staring at something above at his side. “Get away as far as you can.”
“Will-” Lucas gets cut off by another growl, more closer this time. He feels Dustin wrapping his arms around him, to which Lucas does the same without protest. They move away from the gate, watching with shared anxiety as Will points his spear (that’s so cool) to where the growling gets louder. Will starts fumbling with a hand, pulling something else out that Lucas can’t make out.
Then a massive thing stalks past the gate, blocking his view of Will.
Lucas and Dustin scream, but neither of them are as loud as the monster’s own screams. It sounds like The Thing but so much worse.
Then, just as the monster - the demogorgon, it has to be the one El talked about - starts making its way to where Will fled, a bright light suddenly hits it on the head. It emits another screech and scrambles away.
“Come and get me!” Lucas watches in amazement as Will runs past the demogorgon, carrying a freaking torch in his hand. Will pauses at the gate just to look at Lucas and cry out, “Just go! I’ll be back!”
Then Will disappears. The demogorgon’s shadow blurs past with its terrible screaming.
Lucas’ legs are shaking so hard that he almost collapses. Dustin holds him tighter, sounding close to tears.
And then the gate starts to shrink.
“Shit!” Lucas breaks away from Dustin, grabbing the chair. He whacks it against the gate. It makes the same sound as before, but more subdued. It doesn’t even slow down.
“I got another chair!” Dustin’s back at his side. Together, they hit the gate, trying to break it open even though they hit more of the wooden walls than the glowing red slime.
Please, please, please. Lucas prays under the rapidly pulsing lights.
Once he reaches the top of the stairs, Will throws the torch and cries out, “Fireball!” The demogorgon catches it by the mouth, only to drop it with a painful shriek as the torch manages to burn it.
Will pulls out another torch, lights the oiled cloth with the Zippo underneath it, and brandishes the new burst of flames in front of him. He’s on his third so he better not waste it.
Will swings it side to side, the heat blazing past him. Out of the corner of his eye, the vines on the walls and ground subtly shrink back.
The demogorgon stands before him, growling. If it can open its face again, then maybe Will can aim it just right-
A claw shoots forwards and grabs him just around the neck, shoving him against the wall. Will instinctively grabs its wrist and lifts his torch up towards the demogorgon’s face. It snarls, cowering away from the flames, but it refuses to let go.
It lifts him up higher until Will’s head bumps against the ceiling. He kicks his legs, waves his torch, howls like he’s a werewolf. Anything to keep the demogorgon from closing in from the arm’s length and killing him.
The demogorgon makes a clicking noise like it’s laughing at him. Its claws start to pierce through Will’s vest-
There’s a loud human war cry as something shoves right into the demogorgon’s side. It screeches and loses its grip on Will. He falls back to the ground, yelping at the impact when he lands on his knees and hits his chin. Tears squeeze out from the corner of his eyes in response. He probably bites his tongue by accident.
There’s crashing noises in the kitchen.
Will looks up, blinking rapidly to fight off the black spots in his vision. The torch is on the ground, still ablaze. His heart leaps to his throat when he sees-
“Eddie!”
Clutching his spear in both hands, Eddie faces the demogorgon where it cowers on the other side. His face is twisted to such a feral expression that Will can’t tell if he’s mad at him again or at the demogorgon.
The demogorgon hisses and it stands up, cracking its claws. Its mouth opens up and Will is about to call out for Eddie to duck-
Eddie gives out another cry and stabs the spear right into the demogorgon’s mouth.
The demogorgon goes stock-still and makes a wretched choking sound. Eddie twists the spear deeper through sprays of dark blood until the knife disappears all the way down its throat.
“EAT METAL, YOU SON OF A BITCHHHHH!” Eddie screams.
Will picks up the torch, more than ready to burn the monster, when the demogorgon starts digging its claws down its neck. It gurgles like a draining bathtub. Then it starts flailing wildly. One of its arms hits Eddie on the side, sending back him across the floor.
Will watches in awed terror as the demogorgon violently thrashes around, slamming its head on the counter, the table, the wall, any hard surface. The broomstick of the spear snaps, but it only makes the demogorgon’s movement more erratic.
“Ted, for the love of god, get the generator!”
“Will, are you there?!”
“Michael-!”
The demogorgon retches out a waterlogged cry as it hits against the wall, smearing its blood on it. Then it throws itself right through the glass sliding doors, sending broken shards everywhere. And then all is silent.
Will hurries over, careful of his bruised knees and the glass. He looks down at the yard where the blood trail stains the dead grass, heading right into the trees. He holds his breath, waiting for the terrible cries to start again.
He only hears the commotion in the Wheeler house.
“Jesus Christ-”
“The lights are out?”
“Mom, Dad! Are you okay?”
“Holy cow, what just happened?!”
“WILL!”
“Mike, for god’s sake, quiet down and tell your friends to go home! Your little sister’s scared!”
“Holy cow…” Will whispers. He looks back at the kitchen, feeling his relief doubling in size as he sees Eddie propping himself up on the counter. Eddie winces before he catches Will’s gaze and gives him a wide, toothy grin.
“Has the demogorgon… been vanquished?” He asks in between breaths.
Will looks at the direction where the demogorgon disappeared and back at Eddie, nodding vigorously. He throws his arms up in the air, almost letting his torch slip. “We did it!”
“Hell yeah we did!” Eddie claps his hands together excitedly. “Holy shit, Will, you-”
When Eddie steps forward towards him, he suddenly cuts off, his face turning white. Then his leg buckles underneath him and he drops to the floor.
The excitement in Will’s chest turns cold. “Eddie!”
He stumbles forward, falling to his knees once he’s next to Eddie. The older boy is on his side, curling in himself and squeezing his eyes shut. Beads of sweat stick his bangs to his forehead.
“Fffffuck…” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. Will is about to ask what’s wrong when his eyes trail down and his stomach turns.
His leg-
There’s so much blood. It stains through the rips of Eddie’s jeans, the tears on his skin large enough that Will can see more blood spurting out. There’s a few little chunks of muscles hanging out with little strings. Further down, Eddie’s ankle looks worse with the distorted ripples of puncture marks, stripping the flesh like he stepped through an old lawnmower.
His hand limply but urgently claps on Will’s chest. “H-Hey, Little Byers, Will. Look at me, Will, Will-”
Eddie cuts himself off with a low pained moan. Will looks away and back at Eddie, swallowing down his nausea. In between rapid breaths, Eddie speaks again, “I need- fuck! Tell me we have bandages…”
Will scrambles his backpack off him, opening it so fast it might’ve broke the zipper. His shaking hands tears through the tin cans and his books until he feels the soft gauze. When he pulls it out, it’s so small that it unrolls to almost four inches.
“Just this much...” Will says shakily. Eddie shudders out a horrible whine, clenching his hand to a fist and hitting it against the ground. And then Will remembers the portal.
“I’m gonna be right back!” Will hurriedly says, already rushing down to the basement. Maybe if he can get Lucas and Dustin for help-
All of the hope that had bloomed in his chest shrinks and withers away once he stumbles off the last step and turns to the wall.
The portal is gone. Not even a faded outline to prove that he had finally spoken to his best friends face to face.
Steve, Tommy, and Carol stare in bewildered silence at the Wheeler house, now the only house in the neighbourhood in a total blackout.
After a while, Carol says quietly, “What. The. Fuck?”
The three of them (along with a few other bemused neighbours) had been so captivated by the show of flashing lights that none of them had even noticed a girl in a pink dress running to the trees behind the house.
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mrhowells · 9 months
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Smallville 4x22
Can't say I feel sorry for Genevieve bc that woman was nasty but Lana just got another thing added to the huge pile of trauma she already had😬
oh hey Lex, so what happened here was-
bunnyyyyy💕
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"I had this one last week, really scary. This... guy wearing a red cape." "Wow, that sounds horrible Lois."
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I can't do this they're so?????
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STOP HAVING EYE SEX IN FRONT OF THE PARENTS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
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I'mskSJkslKSL Jonathan's face kills me
Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I just wanted to say thanks for everything. You guys are like the Mom and Dad I've always wanted to have.
Lois bby🥺😭😭
"Lois, we want you to know that you are welcome back here any time."
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"Actually-" "We'll all miss you, Lois."
SHUSH Clark, we're having a moment here😭
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blushing kicking my feet
"Oh, come on Clark, your future is laid out right in front of you. You're gonna go to community college, major in agriculture, probably minor in law enforcement. And then you and Lana are gonna have a nice little church wedding."
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I can't😭
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He's such a menace around her it's EVERYTHING
"Even if I could spell, the last thing I'd wanna do is spend my time in a newsroom. With my luck, I'd probably end up across the desk from the most bumbling reporter on the masthead."
OMFGSAHSAJDKHA
so much eye contact I'm going insane
If you hear faint screaming in the distance, that's me I'm losing it
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CLARK YOU CAN'T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT I'M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE HERE
i already know I'm going to hit the media upload limit and have to delete stuff, ugh😭
this episode is feeding me so well
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my beautiful family😭😭😭 they raised me actually, true story
"Because you have a way of getting things in half the time a normal person gets things done." "And I'm not normal?"
Chloe really didn't do this one on purpose but OUCH😬
Lois with her "the general said/ taught me..."🥹
now tell me why this interaction fills me with so much joy😭
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I love them so much it makes me look stupid
CLARK WILL U STOP BLAMING YOURSELF JESUS STOOOOP
✨and then I paused the episode and didn't continue until over a month later, my brain is wired like that I fear✨
Jor El is so unserious I'm sorry, if he wasn't so vague and cryptic all the time a lot of messes could've been avoided🤡
I just imagine the actual Jor El watching this go down in the afterlife and facepalming so hard
Clark is sad = I'm sad, it's the law
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Lana giving Clark the stone without even removing the blood first lol
I feel so bad for her😭 I swear whoever made the plot decisions on this show got off on Lana being in pain and I'm getting more and more angry on her behalf.
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and that's on good instincts
(I've seen people say that Lana going to Lex instead of Clark after killing Genevieve is further proof that she doesn't trust Clark at all and it's like... how tf was Clark going to help her in this situation???😭 I agree that Lana and Clark have trust issues ad infinitum but in this case she just did the logical thing, come on now)
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I have to respect this man for the level of unhinged he's reached, truly
Lois is so cool😩 Once again I am free on Saturday-
"Before you leave this earth I want you to know... you did create the son you always wanted."
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Lionel when I get my hands on you
NUH UH JASON YOU TOUCH MARTHA ALL BETS ARE OFF
I need Lex to chill and stop manhandling Lana & Chloe please and thank you💀 He's joining the unhinged club
Martha & Jonathan against Jason?? Yes please I love fights between people without powers or martial arts training
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🎶somebody save meeeeeee🎶
the way Chloe pushed Lex against the cave wall was hilarious I'm sorry
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Fortress bestie we're almost hereee🥳
:(((((
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Lois is sad = I'm sad, again, those are the rules
seeing the only place she ever considered a permanent home getting completely destroyed, IT'S A LOT. This whole episode was a lot.
And let's not even get started on Lana JESUS CHRIST. Smallville writers I think we need to sit down and have a conversation about her because WTF?
I don't even care that the witch plot was wacky and Jason's character arc was really badly executed, this season was so much fun.
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avatarmerida · 2 years
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Window Shopping
Not enough fake dating fics for this ship so this is me trying my best to fix that. Takes place after King’s Tide in the human realm. Here some light and fluffy Huntlow. As usual, blame spelling or formatting issues on me being on mobile writing this at 2am lol I also kind of hate the title but whatever ✌️
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“Psst, Captain,” whispered Hunter so loudly it could barely be called a whisper.
Willow looked up from the clothing rack she was scanning to face Hunter. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Don’t look now but those girls over there know we’re witches,” he said, failing at looking inconspicuous.
“What? How?” Willow’s eyes frantically darted around to see find who he meant. They had been so careful to cover their ears and blend in, when had they slipped up?
“They’ve been whispering and pointing in our direction for the last few minutes,” he said, pretending to look at the clothing selection. “Why else would they pay such attention to us? They’ve figured it out. It’s only a matter of time before they alert the local authorities.”
“Hunter, are you sure...?” Willow heard them giggle again and raised her head to look, watching the girls shush and shove each other she instantly understood what was really going on. Her face softened and she smiled.
“They’re not looking at us, they’re looking at you.”
“Me? Why me? Should I act as diversion so you can get away? When do-.”
“They’re looking at you becaue they think you’re cute,” said Willow simply.
“They think- what?”
“Hunter, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” laughed Willow. “That’s what teenagers do; they see someone cute and they act strange. Guess it’s the same in every realm.” She shook her head, taking delight in the reality. But Hunter was not convinced.
“No, that can’t be it,” said Hunter, continuing to worry. “Humans and witches have similar features and beauty standards, it must be something else.”
Willow dropped the cardigan she was holding and looked at Hunter with utter surprise. “Hunter? Are you serious?” She asked, genuinely taken back. “You’re very handsome, you know that right?”
“What? Me?” He sputtered, shooked to hear these words at all, flustered to hear them from her. “I-I probably just look like someone who is handsome. I mean, look at me!”
“I am,” she chuckled. “You’ve always been handsome; is this the first time someone has told you that?”
“Well, I mean I guess...” the question had so many layers, he don’t know which one to tackle first. “I’ve always worn my Golden Guard mask so I guess no one has had the chance? But even if I didn’t, I have so many scars-.”
“Hunter,” she stood closer to him, her voice calm but fierce. “Don’t be silly; you’re very handsome. I wouldn’t lie about that. If your scars are something you choose to hide or not mention that’s fine; I can understand and respect that. But they don’t make you lesser than and they certainly don’t make you ugly. Do you know how many students were asking me about you after our flyer derby game?”
“Asking what?”
“If you were single,” she laughed. “I told you that your flying skills were sick; you impressed a lot of people.”
Did I impress you? He wanted to ask, which was silly. Of course he had, that’s why she asked him to join the team in the first place. But now he wondered if she was only impressed by his flying. He wanted to know: did he still impress her?
“So, uh what did you say?” Hunter asked instead.
“That is was none of their business,” she shrugged. “I also didn’t know for sure so-.”
“-I’ve never had a girlfriend,” he interjected quickly, regretting it the second he said it. It was the truth, but why did he word it like that? Why did he care so much if Willow knew his romantic past (or lack thereof)?
“O...kay...” Said Willow with an unsure chuckle as she went back to looking at the clothing rack. “That’s kind of surprising, actually. Though I guess it makes sense, since you didn’t go to a regular school. If you ever came to Hexside you’d be getting stacks of love letter everyday, probably.”
“Oh, well, I don’t know about that,” he said, growing more flustered by the minute. “I don’t think I’d even know how to react or what to say if that happened.”
“Well, if you ever did come to Hexside, we’d have to tell everyone- oh my Titian! I never told you what they did, did I?”
“What who did?”
“Well, oh my titan it’s kind of embarrassing, please don’t be mad,” started Willow, starting to blush. “But uh, we were trying to recruit a suitable replacement, which let’s face it is practically impossible, and everyone just kept asking about you. Skara and Viney were getting tired of it, so to put an end it they told...” Willow started to laugh nervously. “... they told everyone you were my out of town boyfriend.”
“R-really?” Said Hunter, laughing nervously for a different reason.
“Yeah,” said Willow, with a sigh. “I mean, if we told them you were the Golden Guard, it would only inspire more questions. But once everyone thought you were taken, we were able to focus on try outs.”
Taken, the word buzzed over and over in his mind. What did it mean to be taken exactly? And why was he so sure that he some way he already taken by the witch in front of him?
“And everyone believed it? That I was your boyfriend?”
“For the most part yeah,” she said with a shrug, then her face turned sour. “Well, of course Boscha made her usual comments about how the only date I could ever get is with a fern-.”
“Well Boshca sucks,” grumbled Hunter, aggressively pushing hangers aside.
“You don’t even know Boshca,” laughed Willow.
“Anyway,” said Hunter who didn’t need to know Boshca to know that she sucked. “W-were you okay with that? I mean, like, I don’t know if maybe you had a boyfriend who was maybe jealous or-.”
“I think one of those girls is gonna come talk to you,” interrupted Willow, stealing a peek.
“What? No!” He whispered in a panic, ducking down.
“Whaaat? You don’t want to talk to a pretty girl?” Willow teased.
Had Hunter been smoother he would’ve said he thoughts which were: I already am. But he knew that even if he could muster up the courage to say that, he wouldn’t have any left over to speak to her the rest of the week. Instead, he remained silent. Luckily, Willow could tell he needed help averting the new and awkward and social situation surrounding him.
“Okay, well I think I owe you one so here’s what we’ll do,” smiled Willow, pulling him up. “Pretend you’re talking to me.”
“But, I am talking to you?”
“No, pretend we’re talking romantically,” she said, standing closer to him and giving him a playful wink. “If they think I’m your girlfriend and we’re on a shopping date, they’ll probably move on.”
“Right! Sure! Of course!” Hunter chuckled, feeling like he was going to melt. “You’re my girlfriend and we’re shopping together. Totally normal!”
She took two shirts from the rack and held them up to Hunter, making a spectacle of deciding which one looked better. “Now pretend I’m shopping for a new shirt for you.”
“But we are shopping for a new shirt for me?”
“But pretend we’re doing it romantically,” whispered Willow. How was he supposed to do that? How could a mundane task be romantic?
Willow suddenly let out a loud but shallow giggle, Hunter knew instantly it wasn’t a genuine laugh and the action left him confused. Willow read his inquisitive expression.
“Girlfriends always laugh at their partner’s jokes,” she whispered with a wink. He knew her laugh well, he wondered if that meant anything. “I’m pretending you said something funny and charming.”
“Oh, I see,” he said, starting to get the gist of it. “Maybe I should tell you how pretty you look in that dress, how it brings out the green of your eyes,”
“I mean, maybe,” said Willow with a blush, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I don’t think they can hear us though.”
“Oh, well, just in case,” sputtered Hunter, clearing his throat. “Y-you do look really pretty in that dress.”
“Thank you, Hunter,” said Willow, smoothing her skirt subconsciously. “You know, for a guy who’s never had a girlfriend, you seem to be pretty good at it.”
“Guess I’m just a natural,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck hoping he appeared more modest than nervous. The nervous part of his brain was on fire, but the part of his brain that liked order and rules treated it like a mission. He searched his mind for intel and resources, things he observed couples doing in passing.
“I think it’s working,” whispered Willow, looking back at their audience who seemed to be losing interest, but Hunter couldn’t stop looking at her. He was enjoying spending time with her so much that he had nearly forgotten their rouse, and part of him didn’t want it to end.
“Yeah,” he said dreamily, and then summoned his boldness. “Maybe I should hold your hand?”
“Oh! Good idea!” Willow said and she quickly slipped her hand into his, and intertwined their fingers. Hunter prayed she didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were, but if she did she made no indication.
He treated each thing as checklist. Compliments? Check. Hand holding? Check. What else had he seen couples do? His mind went back to Luz and Amity at the house, as annoying they were they were a great source in this covert operation. Oh!
Without thinking, he leaned down and gave Willow a gentle kiss on the cheek. She let out a small gasp and a pink blush crept onto to her cheek. She turned her head to look at Hunter, who when he realized exactly what he had done, had started to resemble a tomato and his eyes grew wide at his own impulsiveness.
“Sorry! Sorry, was that okay?” He whispered frantically. “Was that too much? I should’ve asked, I guess I just got caught up, ya know I’m really good undercover, I mean that’s how we-.”
She cut him off by rising to her tip toes and planting an equally gentle kiss on his cheek. “I don’t think they saw,” she explained plainly. “Just in case, ya know?”
“Yeah,” he murmured with a soft smile. “Better safe than sorry.”
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After they finally found a few good shirts for Hunter and made their way to the checkout without Hunter having to have any awkward conversations. Not with any humans, at least.
“Thank you, by the way, for being my girlfriend today,” he said as normal as he was able to as they walked down the sidewalk back to the Noceda house. He couldn’t help but notice they were still holding hands. “You were uh, really good at it.”
“Thanks,” laughed Willow, swinging her shopping bag in her free hand. “It was a lot of fun actually.”
“It’s good practice for when we get back home,” continued Hunter. “Let’s see Boshca try and doubt you now!”
Willow laughed. “You’re up for pretending to be my boyfriend when we get back home?” She asked. “You’d have to keep it up for at least like two years, you know that right?”
“I’m willing keep it up as long as necessary, maybe even longer!” He said enthusiastically, caught up in the moment and his love of planning. “We may have to do more research, but I think we have a solid foundation in place. I think I’ll have to look further into terms of endearment and anniversary rules, but I think we have potential to be a flyer derby power couple!”
Willow noticed how his eyes lit up when he talked about this hypothetical and it made her heart leap. Her heart always did this whenever he spoke about something was passionate about, and sometimes still when he didn’t speak at all. She noticed now how he rubbed his thumb across her hand absentmindedly and she hoped he didn’t notice how sweaty her palms were.
“I’d like that,” said Willow, contently resting her head on his shoulder. For the bit, she told herself, just in case those humans are still nearby. “Besides, we could always just tell people we broke up, in case you meet someone you wanted to really date.”
“That’s ridiculous, why would I ever break up with you?” Hunter scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard in his life (because it was.) Willow hoped there would be more giggling girls looking at Hunter when they went out again. And if they saw even a fraction of what she saw when she looked at him, she knew there would be. And she was looking forward to it.
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sketchfanda · 10 months
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A Promotional Message From Capsule Corp.
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Static flickers on the screen before showing us an office with a familiar female figure with her back to the camera before she turns to show it’s none other than…
“Hi there! This is Bulma, owner, operator, & CEO of Capsule Corp.! If you’re watching this video, you’re well over 18 and confirmed female after having received the persomal and private customer email…” Her face gains a sensual expression as she turns her body around fully to the front and leans close as if looming to whisper conspiratorially to the viewers.
“Well then, let me tell you, have I got a product for you…” making a shush gesture and shooting a wink as she had the camera following her. A slight hum indicating it was some kind of drone. The sway and sashay of her sexy backside was very clear. Her ass jiggling in a juicy, hypnotic manner.
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“Now ladies, I'm sure we all tend to have the same issue, don’t we? Major dry spells? Not getting enough action? Single? Dating? Married? And in the case of the latter, just not getting that itch scratched enough? But, obviously we don’t want to cheat on our man. Or girl. We don’t discriminate.”
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Then, a red haired woman wearing glasses and a lab coat chimes in. “Well here at capsule Corp., or to be more precise, "Capsule Cocks," our R-rated division is dedicated to providing products in the field of adult entertainment. Geared for yours, hers, & his pleasure…” the woman known as 21 alongside Bulma were followed bt the drone after they went through a set of doors into what seemed to be some sort of research lab. Well, that’s what it said in the label next to the door, but what the camera was displaying right now seemed like Bulma had lead them onto the set of a porn studio!!
The drone filmed a shot of beds, mattresses, counters, futons, and tables that were occupied by naked female bodies. The room filled with sounds of raw, undoubted eroticism. Women of varying age, shape, sizes, human, humanoid and anthro species alike all naked getting pounded by well hung studs. Their asses shaking, their tits bouncing, sweat and juices splashing about as deep throated moans rang out from then. Some women even had themselves getting spit roasted while others got fucked in both their ass and pussy at the same time. Meanwhile, some women were tag teaming a guy; two on one or even three on one. Some horny babes especially took to being the centerpiece of their own gangbangs!! Their moans mixed in harmony with the noises of skin on skin/fur/scales (or what have you) as they rode on or were being drilled by the biggest, thickest, meatiest cocks any woman had likely ever laid eyes on. And the men owning such pleasure inducing, pussy pounding, womb hammering baby makers were all owned by the same guy. A smooth chrome dome head decorated with six dots meant to resemble moxibustion marks along the forehead. Their faces stoic and blank, having a charm all their own. In contrast to their stoic expressions, their eyes were glowing blue with determination. Although they were practically shortstacks, these were no mere boys. These compact and sculpted specimens with the physique of Greek gods were MEN!!
With little to no shame in what she was displaying to the camera, a slight blush appeared on Bulma's face as she turned to look at the viewers. “Oh this? Just quality control testing. A few select employees and lucky clients making sure our product is up to standards and practices…” Bulma sported a grin, catlike in its minx nature as she and 21 walked towards some female employees wearing nothing but lab coats. Lab coats which they didn’t even bother to close properly. The employees were standing over and doing something scientific to someone on the table. The same man that was somehow pleasuring all these women. “Ladies, say hello to Capsule Cocks’ fully automated, articulate, fully functional, top of the line sexual performance synthetic male! An artificial sex doll we’ve codenamed, The Warrior Monk. Isn’t he just quite the specimen?” 21 quipped with a leer. The camera moved to a new angle to give a full body shot of the so-called Warrior Monk (WM) sex doll who was in sleep mode on the table slab. Although his cock was flaccid, it was still easy to indicate the length and girth of his member that resred above his smooth and heavy balls. The camera came closer and the science girls parted to give Bulma & her genius red haired scientific partner room as they hit buttons on a nearby console. The WM cracking his eyes open, with a cool expression on his face as he sat up. His vision locked on Bulma as data was no doubt streaming through his artificial brain. The blue haired CEO and red haired head scientists gasped with sensual delight as they saw his dick stir and rise to full-mast erectness, pulsing and twitching with growing desire. Bulma draped her arms around him, hands caressing his muscles.
“Mmmm, fresh off the production line. Just activated and he’s already getting so horny…of course, the personality will follow so he can emote and all.” Bulma said with eyes full of lust. Then 21 interjected, “But first, we like to make sure his sexual prowess and virility are up to the same standards as his brothers…” Purring, Bulma gave him a kiss in the cheek, then on the lips. Then she found herself gasping as he locked lips with her, making her pant and moan as his hands began groping and caressing her all over. As if he was offended to find her body covered and confined with clothing, depriving him of her in all her nude glory. The CEO breaking the sloppy kiss to moan as he began to squeeze her ass and tits. She called for her partner in crime, 21, to tag in. The glasses wearing babe getting the message as she came over and began to shed her coat. Getting the compact chrome dome’s attention immediately. The bio android purring as her glasses flamed to reflect the lust in her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and reached around to unzip the back of her domino dress. Peeling it off to let it fall and pool around her feet as she now stood nude before the fresh off the line WM, clad in just her arm gloves and her stockings, sensually grinning as she pressed herself against the nude stud and locked lips with him. Moaning as their tongues mashed and danced together in a sloppy dance of spit swapping, as the short king clone now began putting his hands to work on her stunning figure and form. Deep passionate cries escaping her lucious lips as she felt her booty being kneaded like bread dough and her tits squeezed and tweaked.
Bulma shamelessly looked on with burning just and desire,her face flushed with a blush of arousal and ectasy as she looked over her shoulder at the drone camera. Hooking the hem of her dress as she began to peel it off,exposing the fact she was completely commando underneath it. “Mmm,as you can see,these little guys are quick to respond and act towards any immediate sexual affection. Soon as they pick up the hint you need some of that sweet sweet loving, they don’t waste time in getting all up over you…” the bombshell genius quipped, shooting a sensual wink and a smile as she swayed her backside. Making her ass jiggle as she gave it a quick slap,standing clad only in her bandana scarf and high heels. All the while 21 was now squatting in the floor, fingers plunging shamelessly into her pussy as her juices rained down on the floor to make a growing puddle. All the while she was blowing and sucking on the Warrior Monk’s cock,glowing link hearts visible in her eyes as she bobbed her head like a lewd metronome,taking delight in the shortstack clone’s hand grasping her glorious mane of hair as he bucked and pumped his hips to meet her powerful,thirsty blowjob. Her free hand massaging his heavy,smooth swaying balls.
Bulma of course was moaning as she played with herself while continuing to watch on at this lewd display of sloppy oral sex. Licking her lips as her hands moved between squeezing her tits and probing her slit, thighs glistening as nectar flowed. “And once your warrior monk gets in the zone,it’s not long before the fun really begins. Aaahn,their data and knowledge expands with every bit of experience….making them capable of being sex machines,literally and figuratively and…and..excuse me a moment…” the Capsule corp heiress ceased her sales pitch,unable to keep her desires at bay as turned the Krillin clone’s head towards her,pressing her lips to his as they made out,tongues dancing as 21 continued to deepthroat that fuckrod, glowing pink hearts in her eyes as her neck bulged with his girth and length. The warrior monk finding himself being nudged to lay flat on his back as Bulma broke their sloppy kiss,a spiderweb trail of saliva between them as the drone camera flickered with a brief glitch of static.
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The picture returned to now display a scene no porno could ever match in terms of quality and passionate energy,as Bulma sat her juicy booty on the sex doll clone’s face. His smooth bald head trapped between her thighs as she squirmed and moaned, feeling him eat out her pussy as his tongue probed and prodded away. While 21 was straddling his waist,shamelessly plungin her pussy down onto his length. Riding him cowgirl style,as her and bulma’s tits and asses bounced and jiggled,their skin glistening with sweat. Deepthroated cries and howls of erotic passion ectasy pouring forth from their lucious lips as the girls in lab coats touched themselves with little to no sense of shame or inhibition. “Aaahn!! Oh god! As You can see,this little guy doesn’t just have size and knows how to use it,but they’re more than capable of going at it for as long as you need! Stamina,staying power and able to handle more than one woman at once! ooh right there! Oh Kri-“ whatever Bulma was about to say was cut off as 21 leaned close kiss her. Their lips locking as they shamelessly mashed their tongues together as if trying to devour one another with their raw passion and desire. The drone camera flicked and glitched static again to now show the Warrior Monk kneeling in his slab bed as he hammered and pounded Bulma doggystyle. His big heavy balls smacking her clit as her juices splashed and her meaty ass jiggled jiggled with every impact of powerful pelvis jackhammering away. The aquamarine haired egghead pressing her mouth against 21’s pussy as she ate the bio android out. The employees from before having abandoned their already fickle professionalism to find their own warrior monks to enjoy,adding themselves to any pair of trios or orgies continuing around the workshop. 21 looking at her camera,her expression one of mind numbing,brain melting pleasure.
“Ahn!! That’s all we have time for,this quality control test is going to need some thorough! Ooh yes! Hands on care and examination! But if this isn’t enough to whet your appetites, have a look at our video review submissions from some of our…very satisfied customers!! Aahn come here stud muffin!!” The brunette cried,her skin becoming cotton candy pink,a tail springing forth as her hair turned Snow White,the sclera of her blue eyes going from white to black as she pulled the pistoning clone towards her to kiss him. A muffled moan coming rom Bulma as she felt the full body mobile sex doll bring an orgasm out of her. Feeling him blow his load as pink hearts flowed in her eyes,21 shuddering as her own orgasm came forth. Nectar flowing into the Briefs bombshell’s eager exploding tongue as she drank and lapped up the candy flavoured treat. The drone briefly flickered between this scene and numerous bits and pieces of action happening around the Warrior Monk production room before glitching to static once more.
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The drone camera seemed to be back up and running in action,recording away as the insanely seemingly eternally young mother of nulma,Panchy came into view. Her stunning figure on display in an outrageously sexy leopard print two piece swimsuit. “Is this thing on?” The dirty blonde quipped,the camera showing a view of an indoor luxury swimming pool. “Oh wonderful! On cuties,got to make sure this review is just what Bulma needs for her website..” she quipped,as a group of six warrior monks came onto the scene. Their faces cool and focused,a dim blue glow in their eyes as their Adonis physiques were in full display. Along with tight speedo things displaying their bulging crotches as panchy licked her lips. “Ooh my,you boys been waiting a while haven’t you?” The cheeky milf teased,leaning towards the camer as she cupped and jiggled her bosom. Kneeling on the cool tiled floor as the six compact studs pulled down their things to whip out their rock hard cocks,two of which she grasped and began to stroke. “Let mama kiss it all better….” A sensual whisper escaped her lips,before the camera flicked glitched to static once more.
(to be continued?!!)
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balladofthewhitehorse · 11 months
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Kiss me again + messy half asleep kisses, for engport? 👀
OMG yes!!!! Thank you so much for this prompt, I love them so much <3 For this, I’m looking at good-old fashioned Catholic guilt; IDK, I think for someone like Portugal, a relationship wouldn’t be especially straight forward considering he’s got a strong sense of duty - that and y’know, Catholic. England probably had some issues too, but he tends to be more rash about things and doesn’t tend to think of the consequences so much as ‘I want it now.’ Also fair warning, this might be mildly spicy - no actual NFSW, just. The implication, I guess. Also ‘short prompt’, I don’t know short. ‘’I don’t know about this.’’ Whispered Portugal, face screwed up with shame (it threatened to overflow, hot and feverish, Vesuvius devouring Pompeii). Smells of myrrh and incense hung in the air like paper chains as Portugal held England close to his body - and drank in the musk that clung to him like a second skin, shaking as he worshipped this cursed altar. ‘’You’re too indulgent.’’ Curse this man, Portugal thought frustratedly, as he panted and pushed against England (flesh against flesh, the body of Christ broken in two parts; He hoped that He was not watching this, that Christ would have the mercy to close His eyes). ‘’I don’t-’’ England gently shushed him, gripping Portugal tightly as he stared desperately at the sailor. He was searching for something, the words roving through his mind (a murmuration of swallows, black shapes in the sky that whispered into his ears, arcane secrets both too holy and damning to keep to oneself). ‘’You aren’t,’’ Salty lips pursed together, the sea roaring in his ears as he glanced nervously over his shoulder; The door remained sealed shut, and the world was their own to hold for a little while longer. ‘’You aren’t doing anything wrong-!’’ Begged England, a sob rising in his throat as he begged for this beautiful man to be his a little longer. Righteous and terrible, they had marched to claim the Holy Land - and came back bathed in blood, as red as communion wine. England had come back dreaming of viscera on his tongue and for months afterward, his mind was filled with a dull, dreadful buzz; As if he had gotten himself drunk on gore, and a deep-set ache found itself within his bones. How could that be less holy than worshipping someone so beautiful? ‘’Please, kiss me again.’’ England hissed, kneeling before Portugal, drawing his hand to his lips as he threw his head back to stare up at the sailor, the soldier, the saint - stained glass and all. ‘’We’ve got eternity!’’ 
They could have him hanged, England was aware, but what was death to them when they would rise again tomorrow? Some faint parody of Jesus and Lazarus and all the rest…? England’s eyes stared beseechingly at Portugal, begging for his love as he grasped the man’s hand tightly to his chest and knelt on the floor, almost prostrating himself before him. 
‘’I-’’ Portugal’s gaze hardened, hand carding through England’s hair as he knelt - and kissed him on the forehead. ‘’I will not.’’  A strand of sunlight peered through the windows, cutting sharply across England’s face (framing his eyes, framing his eyes) and briefly, Portugal was almost spell-bound, before shaking his head sternly. ‘’Sorry, England.’’ He ground out, taking a deep breath as he stepped backward from him - and blew out the candle, casting the pair into shadow. ‘’But, this has gone too far-’’ His heart thudded in his ears, Portugal’s face burning as he stalked past England - legs shaking as he made his way towards the door-
‘’But-!’’ England shouted after him, voice cracking as he snarled. ‘’What makes us different to Jesus? To the Saints-!’’  He spat as he stormed after Portugal, thunder in his chest and fire in his eyes (although he did not reach for his sword, did not dream of putting a blade to Portugal’s throat for snubbing him as he might’ve another soul). ‘’I died! I died in that shithole-’’ He snapped, eyes wild as he gesticulated with an open arm, voice echoing in those hallowed halls as he watched Portugal approaching the doorway and cast the room in sun. Outrage surged through Portugal, shoulders tensing as he glared at England over his shoulder; Cursing him with the heat of his gaze, hands shaking as he watched his friend’s eyes water (the light caught in the corners of his eyes, pointed embers burning). ‘’I am sorry to hear that.’’ He ground out, clearing his throat as he shook his head. ‘’But an oath is an oath.’’ Portugal breathed out, as he slipped out of the door - and let it shut behind him with a finalistic thud, leaving England quite alone in the darkness of the hall. 
----------------------- Battle Of Aljubarrota ------------------------------
Portugal wheezed as he felt his chest tighten, shaking as he stared numbly at the floor of his tent. It had been too close, far too close for comfort and Portugal was still reeling from everything; Castille was persistent, a hound snapping at his heels as Portugal sallied for firmer roots than the sand he was currently on. After the Black Death and the famine, furtive thoughts whispered of God’s punishment (disapproval, in spite of Portugal’s penance, in spite of the million ways he had prostrated himself before the Lord Almighty), and Portugal had not spoken to England since…since, Portugal shook his head - shaking away all thoughts of the island nation as he swung his legs over the edge, feet scuffing against the rug as he stood up and let himself assess - now that it was over - the battle itself. France’s cavalry had been foolish, Portugal’s heart squeezing as he drifted across the campsite and towards a row of tents (banners fluttering in the air, beckoning him closer). He had seen their weakness and struck against France a blow that he hoped would have them licking their wounds for quite some time, Portugal smirking despite the pain throbbing in his head as he marched decisively towards one tent in particular. He had to be sure, he had to check that his eyes had not deceived him - it had been so long, and like a thread pulled tight (a compass’ needle spinning north, pointing persistently), Portugal couldn’t deny he missed England gravely. Rains of arrows that had routed the enemy brought notions of divine intervention to Portugal’s thoughts, and he had caught a familiar shape upon the hill crest. Pushing apart the tent-flap, Portugal slowly encroached upon England’s reclined form; He slept like a hound hunted - eyelids flickering as he twitched, curled up in-himself with his jaw tensed. ‘’England…’’ He breathed out softly, crouching beside him and kissing him on the cheek softly (chaste, gentle, God couldn’t disapprove surely). As the man stirred, Portugal smiled - heart racing in his chest as he watched recognition slowly dawn in England’s eyes. ‘’...I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.’’ Murmured England, his voice groggy. 
Portugal’s mouth was dry as he blanched, shaking his head sheepishly. ‘’I-I…I just wanted to thank you, for turning up.’’ Perhaps he’d been rash to assume England so honourless after that evening in the hall, perhaps he should’ve reconsidered…perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. ‘’I-’’ 
The words were stolen from his mouth, England rising sleepily to pull him closer - kissing him sweetly, a groan and a prayer pressed to Portugal’s lips. ‘’Show me.’’ He growled softly, biting at Portugal - tugging him closer to his bed as the stars shone in the night sky; They still had many hours left, England thought foggily, weary as Portugal cupped his waist instinctively. ‘’Looks like you still remember some things.’’ He teased faintly, snorting as lips were sealed with a messy kiss - noses bruising against one another, old war wounds pressed close under the furs and duvets of the bed; It was hardly a comfortable arrangement, and there were still so many things England wanted to say to Portugal (so many things he wanted to curse the man for, so many things he wanted to worship the man for - meted out in equal measure with teeth and hands and tongues). ‘’Bastard, utter bast-’’ 
Morning would find them both entwined, limbs tangled in mockery of  cherubim.
( Also happy birthday, Needcake!)
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iturbide · 8 months
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boy this post got a lot of good discussion going
@lamphoera replied:
for this kind of thing i put "for the sake of the story" first but also worth noting that the period of time between the end of the medieval period and and the industrial revolution is really short compared to the length of the medieval period itself. it depends on how you define it but you could easily make an estimate of about a thousand years, and then adding on like the classical period, it's a pretty substantial amount of time another thing worth noting is that on the scale of like european history (or at least how it's framed) 2000 years seemingly unbroken is a massively long time but it for example egypt and china have very long histories GOING ON A TANGENT ABOUT THIS but i think saying very little changed and marth would manage just fine is maybe an understatement, because the tech ostensibly is not very different but the culture and geopolitics? undeniably is. actually i'd be really interested in exploring marth and the awakening characters discussing that!
please go on the tangents I love it
I absolutely agree that, technology aside, Marth probably would be suffering from massive culture shock if they dropped him into Ylisse. Ylisse is nothing like Altea, and considering how humble the man seems, knowing that he's enshrined as the Hero-King in Ylissean lore would probably throw him for a loop. That honestly would be fascinating to see.
Also: you're exactly right about Euro-centric history having a very particular framing, a constant push toward industrialization that muddies a lot of discussion -- because there are other cultures with incredible histories that stretch back thousands of years. In the case of Egypt, they were building pyramids like the Giza complex 2,500+ years before Cleopatra. Their histories are incredibly rich and complex, and they're technically pre-Medieval. Even if it does borrow trappings of Medieval Europe, I think it's entirely reasonable to say that their cultural history has been continuing and progressing along the course of other ancient cultures.
(To be fair, though: "for the sake of the story" is a totally legitimate and valid answer, and one that I embrace wholeheartedly. Again, I don't want to play Fire Emblem: Industrial Revolution. That sounds like a shit time.)
@thewizardmus replied:
Hang on but there IS a substantial difference between Altea and Ylisse's development Magic! In the older games Magic was very simple. There wasn't that many tome types and none of them had meaningful secondary effects(because of hardware limits but shush) meanwhile in Awakening magic has progressed well enough that Wind Fire and Thunder magic all have their own branches instead of "Merrics tome" and "the others" and powerful spells that were at one point legendary aAre reproduced and can be purchased at your local Anna, Merric's boyfriend's whole deal in 12 is he took over Khadain because he was mad that Merric was chosen for Excalibur and he got the number 2 tome Thoron. Come Awakening and Thoron isn't just Robin's signature spell for Chrom killing but also something any mage with the gall to study a bit can pick up and use freely That's not even mentioning the weird crap that Plegia has been making the entire time In conclusion while you could totally drop Marth in Ylisse and he'd be fine, if you gingerly placed Merric in Ylisse or Plegia he'd have his mind blown
Okay so let me start by saying that I do take issue with calling magic in Plegia "weird crap." I think it's reasonable to say that Plegia has come farther with magic than Ylisse has, given that they have three separate canonical branches of magic: staves, tomes -- split between anima and dark, the latter of which Ylisse doesn't deal in -- and hexcraft. If we posit that magic is a better signifier of advancement than industrial-level technology, that would place Plegia head and shoulders above Ylisse as the most developed nation on the Archanean continent.
In fact, I've talked about this before, along with the general concept that there was a magic revolution rather than an industrial one.
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yuwarchives · 2 years
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i got you.
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parings bf!heeseung x fem!reader
warnings reader is insecure & doesn't like their body, mentions of weight, struggles with self acception and image, a little angsty!
wc. 693
your eyes scan your body, moving from the stretch marks painted on your stomach, up to your tear filled eyes. you can’t stand the sight of your body, as well as the matching pain in your eyes. thoughts were flooding your mind, making you feel as if you weren’t even in your own body. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the front door slam shut, followed by the voice of your lover calling out for you. you quickly wash your face, taking a few seconds to collect yourself, hoping heeseung wouldn’t question anything. you finally get yourself to leave the bathroom, walking down the hall to find your boyfriend in the kitchen, back facing you as he washed his hands. you’re able to mumble out a small greeting, despite your dried, dehydrated throat.
heeseung finally turns around, drying his hands with a towel and taking a good look at your figure. you had called in today, but he wasn’t aware of this. you stayed barefaced in your pajamas all day. but despite this, you had pulled your hair back into a low messy bun, knowing the boy would notice. you never went to class without at least making your hair presentable and would only take it out to shower. you prayed he wouldn’t notice, but to your dismay, his eyebrows furrowed, 
“baby? what’s wrong, didn’t you go to class today?” he asked, concern filling his voice, setting the towel down and rushing to your side, hands finding their place on your sides. normally you’d break down immediately hearing him ask, but you knew he had been busy lately, and you didn’t want to burden him with your own issues. you fake a smile and nod, pulling him into a hug. 
“mhm! how was your day?” you ask, brushing off his question. he pulls away, moving his hands to your cheeks, taking a good look into your eyes.
"angel, your eyes are puffy.. what's wrong?" he questions you again, this time his voice hardly above a whisper. as if he had put a spell on you, your face rested from your forced smile, eyes suddenly tearing up. you shake your head and close your eyes, not being able to look into your boyfriend's eyes. your boyfriend, who you felt you didn't deserve. he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the floor with you and pulling you into his lap. he whispered small "it's okay"s and "i love you"s into your ear, shushing you softly. you finally open your eyes again, staring into heeseung's.
"take your time, y/n. i'm here when you're ready to tell me." he reassures you, giving you a small smile, kissing your forehead. there’s a sharp pain in your heart hearing his words, making you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder.
"i wish.." heeseung nods, "i wish i didn't hate myself.." you mumble. heeseungs heart drops down to his stomach, but waits for you to finish before replying.
"every time i look into the mirror i hate what i see. all those ugly marks on my stomach and thighs. i wish i was skinnier and prettier and happier." you sniff, not wanting to face the pain you'd see on heeseungs face. heeseung has constantly tried to help you gain confidence, become happier and mentally healthier, but you still struggled so much. you peeled yourself from heeseung's chest, staring down at your hands in your lap. you sit there for a second before heeseung lifts your chin up,
"y/n.." he hums, "you let yourself sit in your thoughts all day?" his eyes stared hard into yours, lips curved down into a frown. you nod, heart shattering, feeling as if you had disappointed him. he kisses the side of your face, pulling you back into a tight hug.
"it's okay, sweetheart, we'll get through this. i'm here, i got you. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, okay?" he rubs your back, placing kisses all over your head. you shut your eyes and nod into his neck, inhaling his smell as it slowly calmed you down.
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iguana-eyanna · 9 months
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In Another Universe Pt. 6
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Pairing: Ned Leeds x superhero! reader
Summary: Ned's world turns upside down when his new powers bring a stranger to his world. What's more strange is that she knows who he is.
Everything was set in motion. MJ was assisting Sorcerer Supreme Wong to prepare while Doctor Strange was practicing his incantation. Ned and Peter were sent off to grab everything else.
Ned went straight to get ahold of some herbs in the potion closet, muttering the ingredients to himself.
"Need a hand?" Peter asks.
"Sure, hold these." Ned said in a rush, stacking bottles in Peter's arms.
"Look, about earlier... I'm sorry if I crossed a line." Peter said but Ned doesn't look over.
"You're fine Pete, no worries." Ned said, walking away to get the spell book in the library. Peter followed in tow.
"Ned, I'm trying to apologize. Could we just pause right now?" Peter asks.
"Funny you should say that cause when I wanted to talk to you, you were busy elsewhere." Ned looked over his shoulder as he went up on the ladder to look where it was located.
"Okay, I deserve that. But I feel like you need to take a break and breathe for a sec. You're preparing for something that could kill you."
Ned breathed through his nose as he looks at Peter.
"I am done letting people, especially you, tell me what my limits are. I'm not a kid, I'm not your sidekick, and I'm not rushing this. So you could just let go of your pride for a second and be there for me just this once?" Ned raised his voice.
Peter seemed unsettled with his friend's temper. He never saw Ned angry. Ned returned his focus and turned over to his right, finding the book he was looking for.
It was different than the darkhold or the other books that were on the shelf. This had egyptian hieroglyphs that kept on moving on the cover, glowing a soft gold color.l
"The Book of Thoth." Ned whispered as he went down the stairs.
"That's the God of Knowledge from the Egyptian Mythology. But why does that book sound familiar?" Peter asks, looking down.
"Don't you remember the first issues of the Captain America comic books? He defeated the Witch Queen alongside Bucky when she was resurrected with this book. I thought it was just something they made up but apparently, this is real."
"That's so cool. I gotta ask Mr. Barnes if this is familiar." Peter said, slightly fan boying.
"Only if I get to tag along." Ned joked.
"Of course man! Mr. Barnes is so cool, I think you guys will like each other. He read the first copies of Lord of the Rings."
"No way!" Ned said in disbelief.
The two laugh a bit before Peter looks at Ned.
"I'm truly sorry for the way I've been treating you. It wasn't right to just ignore you like that. You literally took down an evil doppelganger with your powers and you're doing something pretty selfless. I'm proud of you Ned, I hope you know that." Peter said.
"You're my best friend Pete, I don't mind you being with MJ, I like hanging out with her too. I just missed when it was the three of us, or rather me not feeling like a third wheel."
"We're going to change that. No one is going to be left out or forgotten. And Ned? You were never a sidekick."
Ned smiles and gives Peter a hug.
"No matter what happens, I'll be there man." Peter assured Ned.
The two let go and they use their free hand to do their handshake before heading back.
"So, just to clarify, the girl you told us you were dating is or is not your girlfriend?" Peter asks.
"It's more of a cover really... but with these memories I told her that I was falling in love with her."
"WHAT?" Peter half yells which Ned shushed him.
"What?" Peter whispers again this time.
"That's why I'm wanting to do this. Although the memories I have of her are real, it feels more of a movie I watched than actually living them. I need to find the answer if I love her because of me or him."
Peter nods his head.
"Well, I'm glad that both of you are at an understanding. It must have been hard to face those feelings alone." he says
They finally reached the middle where everyone else was as they were busy. You look over at Ned, giving him a soft smile.
"Yeah, you could say something like that." Ned replied.
Ned gave Wong the book as everyone placed the items on the ground. MJ was using chalk on the ground in order to contain the incantation.
"You ready kid?" Strange asked.
Ned nods his head.
"Let's bring Edward up."
Wong opens a portal and out came Edward who looked unfazed of being transported out from his prison.
"If you do anything to jeopardize this, I will make sure you will be transported to the icey glaciars of Greenland." Wong warned him.
"Yeah, that totally makes me want to to do more trouble now." Edward says sarcastically.
"It's a bit unsettling to see them in the same room." Peter whispers to MJ.
"Yeah, I agree." She says.
"Okay. Ned 1 and Ned 2... listen up so I don't accidentally melt your brains into smoothies."
The two Leeds look at Strange with an unsettled look.
"Not the best time for jokes, I get it. But, you should really listen. Here, drawn by MJ, is a circle. Do not step OUT of the circle. This rune will make sure that those inside will only share the others memory. You're not allowed to interrupt my incantation. This hasn't been done for about a hundred years, and we don't want to see the outcome if it goes wrong. Am I clear?"
"So what you're saying is don't step out and shut up?" Edward asks, crossing his arms.
"Pretty much."
Ned looks over at Peter and MJ.
"If anything happens, tell my parents and my Lola I love them."
"You're going to them yourself Ned." MJ reassured him.
"I'm here bud." Peter says, as MJ squeezed Peter's hand as he was nervous.
The two Neds then look at you, expecting any last parting words from you.
"Please... be careful." you whispered.
The two boys stood apart in the circle and looked straight at each other.
"This may hurt a bit." Strange said before reciting the incantation.
Ned was about to ask how much, but soon his eyes glowed yellow. He floated in midair, unresponsive. You were about to go up to him, but Wong held you in your spot.
"We need to do this." Wong stated.
Soon, Dr. Strange waived his hands in a circular motion and brought out the dreams Ned had.
It was like you saw a projection of every moment you had with Edward. They were all in golden colors, and each memory moved as if you were in the moment.
One was when you had your first date at the state fair, and Ned won you a stuffed panda.
One memory that caught you off guard was the second night you spent with this world's Ned on the roof of his apartment. You were looking at the sky and saw how he fell in love with you.
"How is that possible that Ned remembered all of Edward's memories?" Peter asks.
"Any dream you have of yourself is most likely a memory a version of you had in a different universe. Apparently, all these memories of Spidergirl's Ned are the most vivid with our Ned."
Peter walks around the circle, seeing Ned's memories and caught one of them freshmen year of high school. They looked so shy in class, but Ned peered over when he saw that Peter had a star wars comic book on his desk. They started talking, and soon it was the first day of being friends.
Peter sniffles a bit, remembering the time it was them against the world.
Everyone was too preoccupied of looking at the memories floating in the air, the voice in Edward's head became louder.
'Now's our chance, you know what to do.' Hobgoblin said.
Edward reaches into the hidden pocket of the jacket he's wearing, feeling the small explosive he has saved in case of emergencies. He finds where the Book of Thoth was left unguarded. Edward was about to throw the explosive towards it, but then he heard something.
"You won't catch me!" You yelled out loud. "Yes I will!" Ned replied back.
"Huh?" Edward looks back and finds the memory. It appeared him and you were at a park, you wore this white spring dress that was covered in blue flowers. You were smiling, laughing as Ned was chasing you.
"Gotcha!" Ned replied, catching you by your waist as he spinned you back to his chest. "I let you!" You joked, playfully shoving his shoulder. "What will take you for me to release you?" He asks. You hum a bit before an idea pops in your head. "A kiss." Ned becomes easily flushed. This was your fourth date with each other and he has been too shy to kiss you. Maybe it was because he wanted to go slow and be the gentleman he always was, but this was his first kiss. He was worried he was going to mess this up. "Hey... it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm with you till the end of the line." You said, placing a hand on his chest. Ned felt a flutter in his heart as you remembered that was a line from the Captain America and Bucky comic book he showed you. He placed his hand on top of yours and stared at you with such warm eyes. Without hesitation, he tilts his head down and kissed your lips for the first time. Both of you closed your eyes, feeling a thousand stars were surrounding you. Once you pulled away, you brush away a strand of hair that was in his face. "Nothing beats a first kiss." You said, smiling. Ned widen his smile as he picked you by the waist and spun you again and kissed you again with all the love he could give.
"That quote was your favorite movie." Edward whispers, looking down on the ground.
You break away from the memory and look at him.
"Ned?" you call him.
He turns around towards you, his eyes looking almost familiar.
Suddenly, he hisses in pain as he grabbed the sides of his head.
'STOP IT.' The voice yelled in his head.
"What's happening?" MJ asks.
"Something is blocking his mind for the memories to enter. Strange can't do anything when Ned is unconscious." Wong said.
"It's not something... it's someone." You said, hearing a sort of high pitch from your spider sense.
Edward thrashed his head violently, until he paused... giving a bone chilling laugh that filled the air.
He looks at you, smiling at you wickedly.
"Miss me?" Edward's voice slightly changing.
"Hobgoblin." You whispered.
"I can't wait to show you what I have in store." He says, his eyes growing a darker shade.
You don't know what he meant, but you could see Hobgoblin reach for something in his pocket.
"Peter! The book!" You screamed.
Peter ran to wear the book went as Hobgoblin threw the explosive at his direction. Peter almost reached towards, but then the explosive blew up, sending everyone off their feet. Artifacts flown around the room as some laid down on the floor and the book was lost in the chaos. Wong made a magic shield around MJ to protect her from any debris as you and Peter landed on the walls.
You could see all of Ned's memories slightly glitch, as the magic was being disrupted due to the rune on the floor was damaged.
"Someone needs to fix this quick!" Strange grunted, trying to not let any of the memories escape as they now swarmed in the air. Without the book, Strange couldn't maintain the spell. You could hear all the voices of each memory overlap, making it hard to focus.
"I can fix the rune! But you have to keep Hobgoblin inside!" MJ screamed.
"Find the book, I'll deal with him." You said to Peter. He nod his head.
MJ grabbed a chalk and started to connect the runes once more. You went in the opening and went up to Hobgoblin.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore." You said, hoping your Ned would hear you.
"Too late for that." Hobgoblin replied as he threw his fist at you. You knelt down as you caught it in thin air, but it was hard to maintain his grip. Hobgoblin used this opportunity to swing his leg towards your ribs that were already bruised. You let go, groaning, but you stood tall and raised your fists.
"This ends tonight." You gritted before both of you charge.
MJ rushed fixing the symbols on the floor as you and Hobgoblin fought. You ducked most of his punches, but he was almost invincible to take down.
"I'm almost done! You need to get out!" MJ screamed.
"I need more time!" you yelled back, trying to use your web fluid but Hobgoblin breaks free in seconds.
"There's not enough! I can't contain the memories anymore!" Strange yelled.
You look up and see Ned's aura fading like all of his memories. You can't leave Ned like this. And you can't leave Edward either, not again. You look over at MJ and nod your head.
"Do it."
She nods her head and scribbles the last symbol. Finally, the floor glowed around you three. Peter found the book in time and gave it to Strange as he recited the last lines.
"I know you're in their Ned, you can fight against him. You're able to decide for yourself, not him!"
"STOP TALKING" Hobgoblin spoke as you could sense that he was losing control over Edward's body.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm right here. I-"
You stop as you were now gasping for air.
The air was still for a moment. You could hear your new friends calling your name and you look down, seeing that Hobgoblin found a dagger lying on the floor and pierced you in the stomach.
Hobgoblin smirks back at you.
Suddenly, the soft glow of yellow turned a violent shade of orange. Hobgoblin took notice and turned around, seeing Ned now towering over him, his eyes glowing like raging fires.
"Wong? What's going on?" Strange asks.
"He's still conscious! His emotional ties towards her is stronger than we realized, Ned might not break free from this rage!" He yells back.
Ned took Hobgoblin by the collar and levitated up, flying as Hobgoblin dangled in mid air. Ned didn't even say a word, but his features turned menacing. That innocent kid that he once was is now gone.
"Just do it, kill me now. But if you don't you're just as weak as Edward." Hobgoblin spat.
"Stop, you're better than this!" Peter screamed.
Ned, not facing towards his friends, raised his hands toward them as they became frozen in place, even with Doctor Strange and Wong. But with Strange's lost of control, all the memories began to violently fly around the room. There was screaming, so much screaming. Everyone now saw the horrible things Edward had gone through. His manic episodes when he was lost in the sewers, his destruction towards the city when innocent lives were lost, and the times he fought with you before you were transported towards this world.
"Ned..."
Ned looks down as he sees you lying on your back, starting to bleed out.
"I'm with you till the end of the line."
Suddenly, the memories came to a halt as everyone became quiet. Ned lets go of Hobgoblin. He thought he was about to fall to his doom, but he levitates in the air.
"You're wrong about us. We're not weak... we care a lot. And frankly, I think you're time is finished."
And with that, Ned raised his hands to Hobgoblin, blasting all of the memories at Hobgoblin.
Hobgoblin screams out as Edward fights for control as both of the Leed boys shine bright as the sun. Everyone else closes their eyes as the light overcame their senses. Soon, it began to dim as well as the hold that Ned had on them. They break free from their frozen places and look up to where Ned and Hobgoblin once were.
They see Ned holding Edward's shoulders as he seemed half conscious.
"I got you, man." Ned whispered as they soon stood on the floor. Everyone else surrounded them, unsure.
Edward regains his senses, looking straight at Ned.
"It's... it's quiet. I don't hear him anymore." Edward said in disbelief. Both Ned and Edward smiled as they hugged each other, realizing that it worked.
Edward smiles brightly as he tries to look for you, calling your name.
"I remember now! I remember everyth-" Edward stops speaking as he sees you lying on the floor, eyes closed.
"No," Ned whispered.
Both he and Edward race to your side as Edward lifts you in his lap, trying to shake you to wake up as Ned held your hand.
You lied in his arms, cold as your blood decorated the floor. Peter and MJ go up to their friend as Peter knelt down besides Ned.
"I - I killed her." Edward whispers.
"It's not your fault." Ned said.
"It is. She's gone because of me."
Ned looks over and sees his teacher a few steps away, still shocked as he witnessed Ned's power.
"We can't do anything, can we?"
Wong lowers his head.
"It is forbidden. We must not disrupt the balance of the living and the dead."
"How about the book? There has to be a way-"
"There is. But it requires for one soul to be exchanged in order to bring back the other. We're not risking your lives again."
"What if we shared half of our souls to her?" Edward asks.
Everyone turns back to Edward.
"Half of my soul and half of Ned's creates one soul. Can that work?"
Wong and Strange look at each other, unsure.
Ned looks back at you, as you lied there peacefully
"We have to try."
Edward lies you on the ground as Ned took the book and looked at the spell.
"Hold her hand and I'll hold the other. Whatever you do, don't let go."
"I won't." Edward said.
Ned looked down at the book, repeating the words that was written on the page. Everyone around them saw a small glowing orb erupting from Ned's and Edward's chest.
"That's their souls." Wong whispered to Peter and MJ.
They flew in the air at the moment, slowly twirling around each other until the souls flew in your chest. A few seconds past and you gasp for air. Ned and Edward jump back from you unexpectedly. You look down and see that how your stab wound healed completely, barely leaving a scar.
“What- what happened?” You ask, looking around.
"You died for a good 5 minutes. All hope was gone till we decided we split our souls so you could come back."
"We?" You ask.
He looks over your shoulder and you turn around in his direction, seeing Edward standing alone.
Ned helped you get up until you were on your feet and you slowly take a few steps towards him.
He looks so scared as you got closer to him.
"Is it really you?" You ask, your heart still unsure if your Ned was back.
"On our first date... we went to go watch that new Disney movie. You looked cold so I gave you my letterman jacket. And when you wanted to hold my hand, I warned you that I had sweaty hands and you said -"
"-I had calloused hands so it was perfect." you finished his sentence
Edward and you laugh quietly as he looks at you, close to tears.
"I am so sorry, for everything. If I could take everything back, I would-"
You stopped Edward as hugged him tightly.
Besides you two, everyone around you began to tear up. Strange had to step away because he was more of a mess than all of you.
Edward choked as he quickly wrapped his arms around you, needing your touch like it was the only thing that was keeping him alive.
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"Thank you, for everything." You said to Peter and MJ as you and Edward were about to leave this dimension.
You've stayed for an extra two days, wanting to regroup all the events this week. But, you two decided it was time to go home.
"Of course, I'm glad that you're able to go back, Ned." Peter said.
"Actually, I think I want to be called Edward from now on... it kinda grew up on me." Edward said, intertwining his hands with yours.
"I like it too." You smiled at him.
At a fair distance, Ned looked at you and Edward happily in love.
"How are you?" Wong asks as he walked up to Ned.
"I'm... i'm alright. Made my piece that they'll be going back. I'm happy for them." Ned said, smiling contently.
Wong nodded his head.
"We need to discuss about your magic. Strange and I were talking and we had never seen someone advanced this quickly during their training. You're powerful Ned, more than you realize."
Ned looks down at his hands, knowing that too.
"Like I told you awhile ago, my Lola told me that we had a long line of people who were gifted."
"It's more than that, Ned. I believe you are a descendant of a powerful lineage. It ties to a mystic artifact that we've encountered: the Ten Rings. No one knows its origin, not even the man that beholds it."
"What's his name?" Ned asked curiously.
"His name is Shang-Chi. I will be meeting him in a few weeks to research more about this from his late mother's homeland, and I want you by my side on my expedition."
"I'm honored, Master Wong. I won't let you down!" Ned replied, about to hug Wong, but decided to bow instead.
Wong smirks and releases a sigh.
"I'll make an exception, just this once."
Ned smiled brightly and hugged Wong.
"Guys! Guys! Guys!" Ned yelled, running toward his friends.
"You didn't tell him everything, did you?" Strange asked.
"That what... he may be a descendant of the most evil sorcerers of ancient times?" Wong asked.
"I get it Wong, he's a good kid. But he needs to know his fate if his powers will corrupt him like The Duwende."
Wong sighs. He thought hearing Edward's alter ego sounded so familiar until he realized that duwende was the Filipino word for elf and goblin, or rather Hobgoblin.
"I will, but for now, we let him live the life he wants. He shouldn't be burdened of a historic destiny when he's finding himself."
The two look over to see Ned smiling and laughing with his friends. He almost died on countless attacks, disappeared from the blip and had to redo half of his education.
But one thing about Ned was that he stilled smiled, even in the face of casualty.
Wong and Strange walked away to give the teens some privacy as they discuss more of their expedition.
In a few minutes, everyone began to say their final goodbyes.
Ned was faced to-face with Edward.
"What are you going to do now?" Ned asked.
"I wanna see my family again. Just thinking about my Lola is making me tear up right now." Edward sighed, brushing his eyes with the back of his hand.
"But I'm going to get help. Even if I'm not Hobgoblin anymore, I need to make things right with the people I've hurt and take responsibility. Thank you, for reminding me of who I am." Edward said, lifting his hand.
"Actually, can we try something?"
Ned quickly taught him the handshake that him and Peter do and were laughing at how cool it was to be doing this with their doppleganger.
"Be kind to yourself, Edward. You were always a good person, don't ever forget that."
Edward smiles at Ned's words as the two hug each other.
"Mind if I steal you for a minute?" You interrupt.
Edward goes next to you and smiles, squeezing your hand before you and Ned were talking.
"I guess this is it." You said, rubbing the side of your arm.
"Yeah... it was um, nice to have you around." Ned said.
You look at him in a bit of disbelief.
"You know I have half of your soul, and that's how you're sending me off?" You sassed.
Ned couldn't help but crack a smile.
Your feels a bit heavy as you went up to him, holding his hand.
"I'm forever grateful for what you did for me these past few days. I'll never forget you Ned Leeds. I have apart of you with me."
Wong steps forward and signals that it's time to go. You look back at Ned and slip your hand away. Wong opens the portal and you and Edward look forward, seeing your New York.
"Ready?" You ask over your shoulder.
"Yeah, let's go home." Edward says.
Everyone waves them goodbye until something in Ned broke.
"Wait!" Ned yells after you.
You turn and see Ned run to you, wrapping his arms around you.
You hold onto Ned as you two began to cry. If these past days taught you anything, it was that love came at the most strangest of places. And you found a different kind of love with him, it was when two people who were hurting found each other.
He gave you a loving look as he wiped his tears away.
"Thank you, for the memories."
You gave him a tearful smile.
"Any time, I hope that one day soon, you'll find someone to share them with." You said, kissing his cheek as you slowly walk away from him as you go back to Edward. You two look back at the people who changed both of your lives.
And it was the last time you ever saw Ned.
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1 year later
"Okay, ready? Smile!" Ned said, taking a picture of Pete and MJ by the pond at the Boston Gardens.
It was now breaking into warmer weather, so the gang decided to treat themselves of a day of adventuring after finishing their exams from MIT.
Just when he's about to show them the picture, a soft whimper caught his attention. Ned's eyes lit up with curiosity as he spotted a cute, lost puppy wandering near a cluster of trees.
With a warm smile, Ned crouched down and gently scooped the puppy into his arms.
"Hey little guy." He cradled the adorable canine, looking around for any signs of its owner. Just as he began to worry, he hears a familiar voice.
"Milo? Milo!" the voice came closer as he saw them running to Ned with a dog leash that matched the small bulldog's collar that Ned saw.
"Oh my god- is that-" Peter asks.
"Yep. Our world's version of Spidergirl." MJ said, slightly blown away.
Ned was in utter shock as you came closer with relief on your face.
"Thank you so much for finding my Milo! I wanted to have him run without the leash for a few minutes but he's such a troublemaker, always wanting to find new friends!" You said, a bit out of breath.
Ned broke out of his spell and gave you back your dog in your arms.
"Yeah, I uh- I'm glad I bumped into you." Ned said, still in disbelief that you were standing in front of him.
"What do you mean? I should be the one thanking you! How can I repay you?" You ask, about to look in your purse.
"No no! It's okay. I really don't want anything."
"Are you sure? I mean... I could treat you to a coffee. It's the least I can do." You said, wanting to show your gratitude (especially since you thought the guy in front of you was really cute.)
Ned smiles as he looks over to his friends, giving him a thumbs up.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
In a different world, two of the same people were by the beach side in the west coast, soaking in the sun.
"This is much needed." You whispered, as you cuddled closer to Ned as you were enjoying your first vacation with just the two of you after your first year of college.
"Agreed." He whispers in your ear as you guys relax, hearing the small waves crash against your bare feet.
A lot has changed within the year.
Edward had a tearful reunion with his family, and may or may not have been slapped with his Lola's house slipper of his long disappearance, but she hugged him tightly afterwards, afraid to let him go again.
He get the help he needed during his road to recovery. He had moments where he doubted if he was a good person, but you were always there to remind him all the good things he has done.
"What are you thinking of?" Edward asked.
You took a deep breath as you hug him against your chest.
"Just thinking how lucky I am that you're here."
Edward looks back at you with a loving gaze.
"I think I'm the lucky one."
"Oh yeah?" you ask.
"Yeah... and I'll prove it." He says as he turned more in your direction.
You were about to ask what until he inched closer and kissed your lips. Both of you closed your eyes as you felt fireworks, the same way you felt on the day of your first kiss with him.
You connect your foreheads together, later kissing his head as you two stared off in the sunset together, feeling your souls intertwined.
A part of you felt Ned somewhere in another universe. Somehow, you knew that he felt accomplished and accepted... and found someone that would one day love him with all of her heart:
You.
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