#okay sorry done now. I should try and relax slightly before I have to do stuff and get ready for work

[gwyoi]

I feel so sick because of stress and no sleep. When my alarm goes off I will take pictures and post my old keurig, my side table, and a purse onto Facebook marketplace. and then when I get off work I’ll try and see if I have any other clothes that are valuable to sell. And I’ll charge and clear my switch and post that too. I could maybe even just have my bed on the floor and sell mt bed frame. The sad thing is even if this helps me I know something will happen later that will set me back even further. I can’t even afford to live anymore. I feel like I have a good job and I’m learning a lot from the people there but I’m so stressed out about basic needs that I can’t even work. I get sick and can’t recover fast enough because my body is under so much stress. I don’t sleep because I’m stressed. I can’t really take it anymore guys

#gwon #if I moved back with my mom she def wouldn’t let me keep Cricket #I would probably feel even more stress from her presence and feel like a failure. I don’t think I could do that #I can’t even afford to move somewhere cheaper. I also don’t think I would be able to find a cheaper place that is so close to work #I don’t even buy things for myself anymore and I don’t go out. I don’t do anything except rot in my room in stress #I’m so. I’m just over it all. if I got a second job I know I would probably kms. I’m so weak #I hate myself for not doing better #okay sorry done now. I should try and relax slightly before I have to do stuff and get ready for work

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #1 - coffee can wait

elijah mikaelson x reader

summary: cockwarming with elijah

tags: sleepiness, cockwarming, morning sex, vaginal sex

word count: 1,051

a/n: wrote this drunk, edited it sober. i’ve had writer’s block all weekend, so hopefully writing this can crack that. plus, i was in desperate need of something smutty with elijah ;)

“Are you still busy?” You poke your head into your lover’s study. It’s nearly midnight, and the man has been dutifully going over papers since after dinner. 

“Unfortunately, yes. Is there something you need, baby?”

“Just you. I can’t sleep without you.”

Elijah sighs wistfully, “come here.” He pats his lap for you to sit. 

You hurry over to him, nightgown catching a bit of air. When you reach his side, he helps position you over his lap, then holds onto your waist. You adjust your hips slightly, getting comfortable.

“Don’t move too much, baby.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mind if I go back to reading? I should finish in the next hour or two.”

“Okay.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, head on his shoulders, and curl into him. In only a couple of minutes, your eyes are fluttering with sleepiness. But despite your exhaustion, part of you refuses to sleep. Underneath you, whether he realizes it or not, Elijah’s growing hard. He’s rubbing up on your legs, making your already needy state much worse. 

“‘Lijah?” You say after a little. 

“Yes?”

“Are you almost done?”

“Not quite.”

“Can you… can you take a break?”

“I really shouldn’t, baby.”

“But you’re… you’re,” the words leave you. Unable to voice them, you tell him by feeling a hand on his cock. 

He groans in pleasure, then grimaces. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, and neglected to notice… that.”

“I can help,” you mumble sleepily. 

“No, baby, you don’t have to.”

“Wanna.”

“Aren’t you too tired?”

You sigh in response, knowing he’s right. 

“Let’s try this, okay?” He moves your body gently just enough that he can pull himself out, hissing when the cool air of the room hits him. “Hold on, just for a second.” You nod, and he wets two fingers in his mouth before putting them on your clit. He rubs in a couple circles before slipping his fingers inside you, testing your wetness. When he decides you’re ready, he gestures for you to get on top. 

As soon as you do, he fills you completely. If you could see it, your stomach would probably have a bulge from how big he is, and the thought just makes you wetter. You both let out a moan at the feeling, causing him to turn your head to face him for a kiss. 

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

Perfectly fit, you lean back into his shoulder. Before you know it, you’re out like a light. 

Half an hour later, Elijah’s finally done with his reading. He’s about to praise you for your patience, but then notices you’re fast asleep. The sight brings a smile to his face. 

As quietly as he can, he picks you up and carries you to the bed. Without undressing from his suit, he lies down beside you. Even if he wasn’t too tired to change, changing into different clothes would require pulling out from you, and he’s too satiated for that right now. So, after one more look at your beautiful face, he lets his eyes flutter shut. 

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You wake up to the sound of birds and the smell of fresh coffee filling your senses. It’s a lovely way to start a morning, and reminds you so much of why you love living with the Mikaelsons. But then you try to sit up, and realize someone has a tight grip on your body, holding you in place. You take a relaxed breath. Elijah. Smiling, but wanting that coffee, you try to wiggle out of his grip. 

That’s when you realize… the events of last night: not being able to sleep; checking up on your boyfriend… you wiggle one more time… he’s still inside of you, too. 

Almost instantly, you feel your body getting wet again. He’s still as hard as he was yesterday, and is still in his suit, too. 

“‘Lijah,” you whisper, kissing his cheek. “Hey.”

Slowly, his eyes blink open. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” you kiss his nose this time. “Did you sleep well?”

“Quite well, did you?”

“Mhm. Woke up even better.”

“Is that so?”

You answer by moving your hips against his cock, eliciting a groan from his throat. 

“There’s coffee downstairs,” you then say. 

He glares at you, a smirk teasing his lips. “Coffee can wait.” Without any further warning, he moves fast to climb on top of you, thrusting even deeper into you. He buries his face in your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, and making you moan from the pleasure. 

“I-’Lijah,” you whine. 

“Are you okay with this?” He asks suddenly.

“Perfectly.”

“Then let me love you, since I didn’t get to last night.”

You don’t have time to answer before he turns you into a moaning mess. One hand holds your hips, while the other makes circles on your clit. He thrusts into you at a comfortable pace, still kissing all over your face and neck. You bury your hands in his hair, tugging at the ends, pulling him closer to your body. 

It isn’t long before you feel yourself getting close. You try to contain your moans, knowing his whole family is probably awake downstairs, but Elijah isn’t having it. He praises you after every loud cry, and you, desperate to please him, give in quickly.

Soon, sweat beads on his forehead, and his thrusts get more sloppy. He’s panting in your ear, sending shock waves throughout your body, bringing you closer. 

“‘Lijah?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna c-” You’re cut off by your own pleasure, unable to finish the sentence. “Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, ffffff-” He kisses you quiet, tongue slipping inside your mouth. Seconds later, he follows, cumming deep inside you, groaning as he does. A vibration ripples through you and you shiver. “Fuck, ‘Lijah. I love you.”

As soon as he comes down from his high, he kisses you gently. “I love you, too, baby.”

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It isn’t for another hour that you get down to the coffee. After peeling yourselves out of bed, you take a quick shower together. Things get dirty again before you get clean, but eventually you make it down to the kitchen. Of course, all three siblings are there, sipping slowly, with judging looks. 

“Busy night, huh?”

You mess up the boy’s hair playfully as you walk past him. “Shut up, Kol.”

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #tvdu fanfiction

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part IV

Happy Halloween everyone!! I'm so happy I get to share this all with you today, I was really hoping to get out an update for Halloween 😂😂 I hope you all enjoy, I love reading everyone's comments, thank you so much!! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: None, a fluffy evening with III

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading, you're amazing and I love you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Part III - Part V

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You stuck close to II's side as you made your way up to the front of the store. Who you assumed was IV peeked out behind III's shoulder, the taller man ushering him to the front. "He's very excited to meet you, he's just a bit nervous." II chuckles. "He has a tendency to get a bit worked up but I promise he's very nice." You step closer to him, a shy smile on your face. He bends down slightly, bringing his face a lot closer to yours as you lock eyes. His gaze was a lot softer than the others but still gave you that same warm feeling in your chest as he studied you.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, a cheerful tone in his voice. "You guys were right, she is really pretty." What followed IV's statement was a mix of throats being cleared, eyes being averted, and Vessel quickly trying to change the subject.

"I see the two of you got a lot done already, what else do you need help with?" You giggle at their flustered states.

"It's nice to meet you too, IV. Everything just needs to be put away, III's been a very big help." He straightens up proudly at your compliment. You sat on the counter, the four of them rotating to keep you company while the others worked.

"I told you, you just take it easy tonight. We'll handle it." Vessel chuckles as you complain for what must have been the millionth time about how you should be helping.

"Well if you all insist on doing this at least let me cook you dinner." You counter.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that." He smirks slightly before going to help the others. Noticing you were alone prompted IV to jog over.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" He asks sweetly. You move over, patting the spot next to you. He hops up with ease, even sitting down he still towered over you. "Your store's very organized." He comments, looking out to the other three as they worked, his heels bumping off the counter as he swung his feet slightly.

"Thank you, I try to run a neat ship." You giggle.

"I'm sorry if calling you pretty earlier made you uncomfortable." He shoots you an apologetic and almost bashful expression.

"It's okay." You smile, nudging his shoulder slightly. "I'm happy you finally came by, now I've officially met the whole crew." You joke causing IV to laugh. The four of them finished up quickly, before you knew it you found yourself smiling at the whirlwind of energy that filled your apartment.

"You need any help?" III asks as he leans against the counter.

"You've done more than enough, just relax." The two of you exchange a soft smile. "Also, thank you for fixing me up earlier." You return your focus to what you were cooking, hoping III wouldn't notice your slightly flustered appearance.

"No problem. How's the hand?" He asks as he holds out his own, wanting to examine it himself.

"Barely even feel it." Your breath freezes in your lungs as his fingers ghost over your skin. You glance up at him through your lashes. His blue eyes focused intently on the bandage he was readjusting. His gaze slowly trails up your arm to your face, your heart beginning to hammer in your chest.

"You have something just," he points to the spot on his own face. You attempt to wipe it away a couple times before he chuckles. "Would it be alright if I got it?" You nod. III's warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb slowly dragged across your skin. "There… beautiful." You couldn't help but blush, your expression causing III to breathe out a laugh as his eyes crinkle in a smile. You jumped slightly as the timer on the stove went off. III reluctantly pulled his hand away, you trailed after his touch, already missing the warmth he provided. "I'll let them know the food's done." He says before disappearing into the other room. It was nice having company for once. Instead of you having dinner alone, your dining room was filled with excited conversations and loud laughter. As you cleaned up that night you almost didn't want them to leave.

"Thank you for having all of us for dinner, that was very sweet of you." Vessel says kindly.

"It's the least I could do after all the work you guys did today." You smile.

"We're happy to help. You've been nothing but kind since I met you. If there's anyone we'd want to help, it would be you." 

"This apartment hasn't been this lively in a long time," you muse with a hum. "It was a really nice change." 

"Well… I have a feeling that this," he vaguely motions to your apartment. "Is going to be happening a lot more often." He laughs as he starts to head out of the kitchen. 

"Vessel?" He pauses. "Did you ever figure out why you think we were fated to meet each other?"

He shakes his head with a small smirk, "no, but I'm starting to get a pretty good idea." You trailed behind him as he re-enters your living room, the hushed whispers of the other three coming to a halt immediately. Vessel eyes them all with a knowing expression. "Alright, we should probably get out of your way. (Y/N), I will see you tomorrow." He bows his head slightly as he heads for the door. II and IV both say their goodbyes and follow him outside, leaving you alone with III.

"I'll be right down." He calls after them. III towered over you in the doorway, looking down at you with intoxicatingly beautiful blue eyes. He leans down to bring him almost face level with you, his forearm resting against the wall as he leaned in close. "Can I take you somewhere tomorrow night? Just you and me?" Despite how confident he was coming off you could hear the slight nervous tremor in his voice.

"What did you have in mind?" Excitement radiates off of him at your response.

"There's a drive-in I saw the other night, it looks like they have some sort of monster movie marathon tomorrow night… I think we'd have fun." You hear II call for him from outside.

“I’d love to go.” His hand slips into yours, tugging you the slightest bit closer. His thumb ran over your knuckles as his gaze trapped you in place.

“Goodnight, doll.” He smiles before suddenly pulling away. “Quit your yelling, I’m coming!” He calls down the stairs to an annoyed II. You couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off your face as you watched them drive away. You grew nervous as the end of your shift ticked closer. Vessel and III slipped into the store right before closing as usual, III giving you a casual wink but not saying a single word. As they both stood at the counter his eyes kept meeting yours, a flustered smile finding its way to your face. The bell rings as Vessel exits the store, III quickly leaning in to whisper something to you. “I’ll be back in about an hour.” He says with a smile before hurrying out after Vessel. You wrapped your jacket tightly around you as you stood outside in the brisk night air. His truck rumbled up in front of you, he immediately jumped out to greet you.

“Hey III.” He sweeps you into a tight hug.

“You ready?” He asks excitedly. You nod in response, he takes your hand as he opens the passenger door of the truck for you, helping you inside. The worn leather seat shook in time with the truck's engine, the cab lit up in a soft yellow glow from the radio. III slid into the driver's seat, his eyes flashing to you as a soft smile lit up his features. He noticed you rubbing your arms, still looking perfectly content despite the weather.

“I brought a blanket in case you get cold, the heat in the truck doesn’t work that well, but I promise I’ll keep you warm.” He chuckles, your cheeks immediately growing warm at the statement. He fiddled with the temperature in the truck for a moment, nothing really changing before he gave up. He groans in annoyance, pausing to think of a solution. He looks over at you, eyes trailing over your much smaller form. He holds one side of his jacket open, beckoning you closer with his free hand. You slid closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into his warmth. "There, how's that?"

"This is fine." You stutter out, trying your best to hide your flustered state. You found yourself relaxing into him, his thumb rubbing your shoulder languidly, both of your eyes trained on the road ahead of you as you wound through the collage of vibrantly colored leaves. "Thank you for asking me to come with you." You suddenly pipe up. 

"Thank you for coming with me." He responds softly. "I was honestly a bit worried to ask you."

"What? Why?" You ask in a tone of disbelief, a small laugh lacing its way into your words as you slowly start to relax.

"Some random man in a mask comes up and asks you to spend time alone with him-"

"Well you're not some random man in a mask, III." You cut him off, both of you sharing a laugh. You lean your head on his shoulder, "besides, I enjoy your company… it's just nice to have someone that I want to spend time with, I guess." You glance up at him with a coy smile.

"Well if it's any consolation, I think you're pretty great and I want to spend time with you too." You giggle as you feel him nudge your side. You pulled into the drive-in, the teenager in charge of admission was too interested in their cellphone to pay much mind to the man in the mask before them.

"You're all set, man." They wave the two of you through as they take the cash, not bothering to look up from the screen. You pulled in to find the lot nearly empty, a few cars sporadically parked as far away from each other as possible.

"Lucky us, we get a private showing." You say in a giddy tone.

"I'm sorry I can't go get you popcorn, Vessel already didn't want me coming to somewhere so public as it is." You were about to assure him that it was fine, if anything you could always run over to the concession stand to get the snacks, but III never gave you the chance. "Excuse me, doll." He leans over your lap to retrieve something from the floor, his face hovering centimeters from yours, you pressed yourself back into the seat. You weren't uncomfortable being this close to him, but the warmth from his body, the smell of his cologne, you were having trouble thinking. He grabs a backpack from the floor of the truck, setting it in his lap before pulling out various snacks you had witnessed him purchase earlier in the day from your store. You can't help but smile as he lines up each kind on the dashboard. "I wasn't sure what kind of candy you liked so I grabbed a few different ones."

"You're so sweet, thank you." Your eyes meet his, making you feel like all the air has been sucked from your lungs.

"I just wanted to make sure you had a good time." He explains softly. He reaches out, carefully taking your hand in his. 

"How could I not? I'm here with you." The night was perfectly still around you. The faint crackling of the truck's old radio and the slight chill from its sputtering heater were lost to you at the moment. The only thing that mattered in your mind was III; how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, how your heart fluttered in your chest as his attention dropped to your lips. His head dipped slightly, his warm breath pushing through the mask to fan over your skin, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the black fabric. You squeezed his hand, letting him know that, whatever was about to happen here, you welcomed it. He hooked a finger into his mask, beginning to pull it away from his face when the speakers suddenly blared to life, startling you apart. Your hand pulled away from his, folding then neatly in your lap as both of you stared straight ahead at the screen. "I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird-"

"You didn't." Both of you fell silent at your reassurance.

"Can I still hold you? It's nice having you close." He admits bashfully. You nod, leaning into his side. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, his arm sliding back around your shoulders. The two of you sat completely engrossed through every movie; holding his hand in yours as the intense music swelled, giggling at the cheesy yet adorable special effects of 1930's cinema, the evening culminating with you struggling to stay awake as you cuddled into III's chest on the ride home. You sat up and stretched with a groan as you pulled around the back of the store. III's gaze darted anywhere besides you as he fidgeted with his seatbelt. "I had a really nice night with you." He smiles.

"I did too." Your hand slips into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Maybe, next time, I can plan something." His eyes finally meet yours.

"Next time?" You could hear the excitement laced in his tone. "Yeah, that sounds great." The two of you sat there for a little while longer, neither of you knowing what to say, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles.

"I should probably head in." You say reluctantly. "Goodnight, III."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He responds. As you go to get out he gives your hand one final squeeze, bringing your attention back to him. "Wait, can you… this is going to sound really strange, but can you close your eyes?" You nod, keeping your hand in his as you allow your eyes to slide shut. You heard the soft shuffling of fabric before a warm pair of lips pressed themselves to your cheek. The kiss was very brief, you barely had time to process what had happened before it was over. But, it still managed to leave you feeling so warm. A flustered giggle fell from your lips as you finally registered the kiss, squeezing III's hand. "You can open them." You turn to find him smiling under his mask, memorizing the adorable expression on your face. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." You let your eyes wander over his face one last time before getting out of the truck. You jogged up the stairs, fighting with your keys for a moment before managing to unlock the door. You wave down to him as he pulls away. You lean against the door with a sigh as it shuts behind you, absolutely giddy over the fact you could still feel III's lips lingering in your skin. Thinking of the night with him your mind wandered back to the time you had spent with II, the soft glances and hushed conversations that caused your heart to thrum with anticipation. How you currently found a spark between you and both of these men. Groaning, you card your hands through your hair as you shuffle deeper into your apartment. There was nothing you could do but wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

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Campfires & Ghost Stories

Levi Ackerman x Reader (18+)

(Smutty smut at the end, lovelies <3)

“Y/N, STOP IT!” I laugh loudly as Sasha yells at me. It’s been close to two hours of telling spooky stories and you finally got one that made everyone cave.

“Okay, okay! I’m done.” Grinning wide, I set back down on a log and feel the warmth of the campfire. Turning towards Sasha I drop my face into a horrified look as I stare past her shoulder. In reality there’s nothing behind her, but she jumps up and runs towards Jean, absolutely freaking out.

“What! What’s there!?” She stares at you wide-eyed. Trying to keep my composure, I fail and start dying of laughter once again.

“I’m sorry Sasha! You’re just too easy to scare…” I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Sasha just huffs and plops down on the log next to Jean and Connie. I pull my cloak around me and shiver lightly as the fire starts to die down. I go to stand up to grab more firewood, but get gently shoved back down. I look up and see Captain Levi. He nods at me and goes to grab more wood. You watch as he takes careful steps around everyone towards the area with our tents.

I’d never admit this to anyone, but I find that man so incredibly attractive. The way he holds himself alone is enough to kill a lady, but he’s also got these piercing eyes and such an intense way about him. He’s shorter, but I’ve only got a few inches on him. I wonder if he makes up for that somewhere else… I feel my face getting hot at the idea and I use my cloak to cover it. Levi walks back, tossing some logs into the fire and sits back down.

“Hey, you okay?” He partially grunts out. I quickly nod, keeping my face covered.

“Just cold!” Ugh. That came out a little too enthusiastically. I throw a quick glance at him and see he’s staring me down. He hums and slowly nods before looking away.

Looking around the camp, everyone seems pretty preoccupied. Eren, Mikasa and Armin are all talking about something that happened in training. Connie and Jean are picking fun at Sasha. I’m not even sure when or why I sat next to him, but Levi and I have been uncomfortably close on this log for awhile. I could have sworn we were sitting further away before he got up to get wood… Did he sit closer to me after he came back? I look down at the little space in between us, his hand dangerously close to my thigh. I start imagining what his hands would feel like, rubbing and grabbing my legs. Would they be soft or rough? Would he even do that?

I’m yanked out of my daydream by someone standing up and yelling about it being late and needing to go to bed. A few others mutter in agreement and head towards their respective tents. I look around and see that other than me and Levi, Eren is still sat looking at the fire. His face stretches into a slow yawn as he stands up.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed too, goodnight Y/N.” He sends me a soft smile and a small nod to Levi.

“Goodnight, Eren.” I give him a small wave and watch as he climbs into his tent.

I hear Levi clear his throat and I feel my body tense. “I-I should head to bed too, sir.”

I gather some things and lean to stand up just as Levi grabs my arm and drags me down. Landing directly onto his lap, I drop my things and gasp. All he does is slowly wrap his arms around my waist.

“Stay. Stay here with me a little longer.” He hums out.

I shiver in response to his low, warm voice and nod.

“Y-yes sir.” I feel him tense slightly.

“You can drop the formalities Y/N, it’s just us here now…” I feel his hand slide down my back and around to my thighs.

I try my hardest to relax, but so many things are running through my mind. I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth and glance down at him. I’m met with two shining eyes, staring me down intensely. I want to look away, but I can’t. I watch his eyes travel down to my lips, before coming back to my eyes.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” God. The way my name sounds coming out of this man’s mouth is intoxicating. I nod my head slowly.

“Use your words.” My breath hitches.

“Yes, sir…” I watch his eyes darken slightly. He brings one hand up and wraps it in my hair.

“Can I kiss you?” Oh god yes!

“U-um yeah. I mean yes!” Levi wastes no time and pushes his lips onto mine. My eyes shoot open and then quickly relax as I allow myself to fall further into the kiss.

His hand in my hair slides down as he wraps both hands under me. Picking me up he carries me over to his tent. I hear the zipper slide open, the next thing I know I’m laying on my back with Levi hovering over me. My eyes are wide and staring at his. He leans down and slowly starts kissing my jaw, sliding down to my neck. He leaves little kisses and bites. Letting out little gasps as he goes, I feel him smirk against my skin.

“You like that? You like how I feel, kissing you and sucking on you?” I let out a low, quiet moan at his words and I feel him pick up the pace.

“What did I say, use your words.” I whine lightly and bite my lip.

“Y-yes! I like it, oh god yes.” I struggle to get my words out, only to sound embarrassing. I hear Levi chuckle and he slowly starts rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. His body is fully in between my legs now and his hands keep inching higher and higher. I feel like I’m going to come apart already and he’s barely even done anything! His fingers slowly brush up against me and the feeling sends an electric shock through my whole body.

“A-ah! L-levi!” I look up at him and see him staring down at me, pupils blown wide. His hands make an effort at undoing my pants, popping the button and slowly sliding his hand in. I feel his fingers slowly slide up against my cunt, gently pushing a finger in. I gasp and arch my back. This feeling… I can’t even finish my thought before his thumb starts gently rubbing circles on my clit. I’m going to come completely undone on my Captain’s hand. Moaning and squirming, I feel so much heat around my lower half. Levi bends down, slamming his lips onto mine and continuing his movements. I feel myself getting closer and closer. Oh, I don’t want this to end.

“O-oh! Levi, I-I’m gon-“ I get cut off by another moan as I gasp for air.

He kisses my ear and whispers, “Cum. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand.” He picks up the pace and my legs start to shake.

His lips come down and muffle my moans as they’re borderline screams at this point. I feel myself completely unravel around his fingers and for a few seconds I’m in complete bliss. He continues his movements, slowing down as I catch my breath. When he pulls his fingers out I let out a small gasp and see him smirking down at me.

“How was that? I could tell you’ve been thinking about it all night, Y/N.” I feel my face go hot and I bite my lip.

“It was…amazing. Thank you, sir.” He laughs quietly. Slipping himself in beside me and yanking me towards him.

“No need to thank me, just lay here for now and relax. I needed it as much as you did.” He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I close my eyes, relaxing into his hold and sigh. I feel myself getting more and more tired.

“Sleep, Y/N.” I feel him kiss the top of my head as my eyes flutter fully closed, letting sleep fully take me.

#aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #aot smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut

[spider-stark]

Sweat & Spandex

PETER PARKER X READER

Summary - You tell Peter about an idea you had, he makes it a reality.

Warnings - idk, just poorly written smut about getting fucked by spider-man i think?? mentions of him breaking into ur room? i’m bad at warnings i’m so sorry pls tell me if i should add something here

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WHEN YOU first approached him with your little idea, Peter hadn't been sure of it.

Actually, to be perfectly honest, when you first decided to swallow your pride and bring it up to him, he immediately began to worry about your well-being; a response that only furthered your pre-existing embarrassment.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" He asked with a nervous chuckle, leaning back against your headboard and jokingly moving his hand to your forehead, pretending to check for a fever. "You sick or something?"

You quickly flopped over onto your stomach, evading his touch as you buried your face into the pillow, trying to hide your mortification. It took every ounce of confidence you had to share the thought with him, and his sarcasm wasn't making it much easier. "I just think it would be nice!"

The innocent wording only made him laugh harder. "Okay, so you think it would be nice if I fucked you as Spider-Man?" Confusion laced his voice, and you only groaned in response, frustrated by his teasing. He continued, "I mean, you're kinda already fucking Spider-Man, right?"

Another cry fell from your lips. "It's different!" You stated matter-of-factly, the words slightly muffled against the cotton fabric of your pillowcase. "I just think you look hot in the suit, alright? Sue me!"

Peter shook his head, amusement still reverberating through his chest. "So it's about the suit?" He knew it was about the suit, but he wasn't quite done teasing you yet. "Men in spandex just really get you off, huh? So I just put the suit on and thats it?"

Silence suddenly swept through the room, an unusual reaction. Peter quirked a brow at you as you lifted your head, just a few inches, but enough that he could see the red-hot blush spreading across your cheeks. "Yeah." You confirmed sheepishly, "And maybe, sorta, ya know—break into my room and fuck me when I'm not expecting it!"

The last bit of your sentence essentially blurred together, the words spilling out of your mouth at a record pace before you shoved your face back down into your cotton refuge.

Peter's jaw dropped, shooting up from his relaxed position as the words registered in his head. "You want me to do what?!"

Luckily for you, the conversation didn't last much longer than that. After a few minutes of relentless teasing, Peter let you off the hook and changed the conversation, letting your humiliation at your admission fade into the background until eventually you forgot all about it.

Peter, however, couldn't forget about it.

Despite his initial reaction of concern and hilarity, he couldn't help but become intrigued by the thought. In the past he had never considered bringing his vigilante identity into the bedroom, yet now the more he thought about it, the more he started to like the thought.

There was a certain thrilling factor to it all, of sneaking into your house and having his way with you as Spider-Man. He liked the concept of not having to be a hero, of not having to do anything but use you in whatever way he wanted—and more than that, he liked that you wanted that too. And so, he eventually decided to take you up on the idea.

Your heart nearly stopped beating as you suddenly collided against your bedroom wall, your hand instinctively reaching for your pocket so you could call Peter, but it was pinned in place before you could even get close.

When you looked towards your wrist you were comforted by the sight of a familiar red fabric covering the strangers fingers, your breathing beginning to even back-out now that you realized who the intruder was. "What the fuck are you doing, Pete?" You asked him gruffly, attempting to pull your hand from his grip. You expected him to let go, but he didn't, keeping you pressed firmly against the wall.

You almost spoke again, almost told him that whatever joke he was playing wasn't funny and to let you go—but then he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear through the thin material of his mask. "Should've locked your window."

From there, things escalated much faster than you had anticipated. In a matter of minutes the two of you had moved from the wall to the bed, your clothes already discarded on the floor as he mercilessly stripped you down to nothing, likely tearing the fabric as he pulled it from your body.

You had always thought Peter was hot, but seeing him like this? Was downright pornographic.

His hands were rooted on either side of your hips, the mask lifted just above the tip of his nose, his gorgeous dark eyes still covered by the whites of the fabric. His sweet lips were latched to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving little bruises in his wake.

"Tell me what you want, baby." It burned as his dug his nails into your flesh, his hips moving painfully slow as his cock pressed up against your already soaked pussy.

He refused to fuck you, not until you asked, and so you desperately tried to move your hips against his, finding some pleasure in the feeling of the tip of his dick rubbing against your clit. "Want me to fuck you?" He asked again, more specific this time, "Want your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to fuck this pretty little pussy?"

You could only whimper in response, nodding along in a state of pure delirium. His grip on your hips tightened enough to leave a bruise, the sensation eliciting a lewd gasp. Peter moved to your ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he traveled up your neck. "I asked you a question, sweetheart." He purred.

"Yes!" You cried out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your frustration built. He was holding you in place, refusing to let you move against him, not letting you find the friction you needed to quell the burning feeling building in your stomach.

You'd never experienced this side of Peter before; having gotten used to the slow and passionate version of him that you loved so much. Under the 'guise of his secret identity, though, he seemed to gain an unfamiliar sort of confidence, a roughness he had never unleashed on you before. And you liked it.

"Good girl." Peter praised, and with super-human agility he quickly flipped you over, taking your place against the mattress as he placed you on top of him.

He didn't give you any time to adjust, a single hand sliding down your thighs to forcefully shove your knees further apart, burying his full length inside of you with one swift movement.

You could barely hold up any of your own weight, falling against his chest as pathetic whimpers poured from your mouth as he bounced you up and down on his cock, his hips sloppily meeting yours as he attempted to drive himself even deeper.

"So good," he murmured against slick, salty skin, drunk on the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, "feels so fucking good."

He was definitely gonna do this again.

a/n - this is some seriously poorly written smut that i 100% didn’t proof read and i wrote in like less than half an hour because it popped in my head and just UGh i could definitely make it better, more detailed, etc. but i have better and more important ideas to work on and i don't want this in my drafts so please just take it thank you

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[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 27]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

The dreaded day has finally come. You didn't sleep at all, just laying in bed or trying to keep yourself busy by doing some recipe testing, something you haven't done in a long time. Your finger drummed against the counter top, you were so fidgety. With a sigh, you put the spoon into the metal mixing bowl.

'6:07am'

By now, you would have been in the kitchen at Yunho's restaurant, preparing for the morning bakes. Wooyoung and Jongho would be there with the two stand ins for the day.

"Chicken roasted with herb mix under the skin; epazote, oregano, parsley and charred jalapenos." You wrote down.

"With... creamy, grilled garlic sauce." You cut into a small piece and took a bite.

"Brining chicken and injecting the brine directly into the meat helps with juiciness and flavour penetration." You noted, scribbling it onto your iPad.

"Hey... I know you're busy but... do you think you could stop by for a minute?" You spoke into the phone, pacing around your apartment.

It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring and you went to open it. You smiled at the familiar face and calmness the person brought along with him. You walked in with him trailing after you. His eyes noted the slightly messy chicken and half eating food.

"Sorry about the mess. I just... my mind is a mess now and doing all this keeps my mind off things. So I-" You were interrupted as he grabbed your arm, tugging you to his body and hugging you.

"Shh, it's okay." His arms wrapped around you to hold you securely. You closed your eyes, leaning against him.

"Sorry, Yunho." You apologised.

"Mm-mm, nothing to apologise for. It's okay." He comforted, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head. Yunho was glad that you called him, he was worried about you.

He didn't care that he had to go to work, he would drop everything for you. Everything else didn't matter.

"Come." Yunho pulled you to the couch, tucking you under his arm and pulling your legs up so they draped over his lap.

"I'm here now. Relax." He gently guided your head to lean against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and his warmth lulled your own heart to calm down. While you didn't sleep, you did close your eyes, just enjoying the effect that Yunho had on you. It was the right decision to call him.

"Is tonight... that event with your family... causing you all this stress?" Yunho asked hesitantly. He didn't know if he was in the position to ask you something so personal. You hummed.

"Don't... Don't worry, okay? I feel a lot better with you here. Just mental nerves." You tried to convince him otherwise.

"I'm glad I can help then. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered.

"Silly, there's nothing to do." You chuckled. As much as you wanted to savour this moment and keep Yunho with you, you knew you couldn't be selfish.

"I should let you go." You were about to pull away but Yunho kept his arm around your waist firmly, holding you close to him.

"Yunho..." You said, disapprovingly.

"They'll be fine if I'm a bit late, I promise." He whined, he didn't want to leave you yet.

"Usually, I would believe you. But don't forget, I got two old friends to stand in on behalf of me and Hwa today. You have to be a good boss and introduce yourself." You laughed, patting his arm. He let out a sigh, knowing you were right.

"Before you go, do you want breakfast? I made grapefruit marmalade and crepes." You offered. Yunho nodded, following you to the kitchen. Anything to spend more time with you.

Yunho watched you move things around to find the crepes you made, heating them up a little in the oven.

"Coffee's in the fridge if you'd like. Help yourself." You said, cutting out the orange segments to put it as a topping to the crepe.

"Alright." He poured some out for himself and you too. Yunho had to bite back his smile when he noticed that your cold brew was the packs that you had given him.

"Here." He handed you a mug. You smiled gratefully and took a sip, putting the plate of food on the counter for him.

"What about you?" Yunho asked.

"I've been eating the whole night." You chuckled, drinking your coffee. You stood across him to watch him it. It really dawned on you how much your subconscious self has relied on him. Usually, the first thing you would do is call Seonghwa, never did you think that you would call Yunho.

"(y/n)? (y/n)...? Are you okay?" You snapped out of your thoughts when Yunho called out to you. Looking up from your mug, you met his worried eyes.

"Yeah. Just deep thought." You smiled. Taking a small plate, you let Yunho try the chicken you were testing earlier.

"It doesn't really go but this is the latest thing I was experimenting with." You said.

"It's really good. The chicken is so soft and juicy... And that herb taste under the crispy skin, it's very fragrant. I like the garlic sauce too, it is not too heavy." Yunho said as he chewed a bite.

"Mhmm, I agree." You hummed.

After Yunho quickly ate, you walked him to the door, not wanting to hold him back anymore.

"I'll speak to you soon. Or see you tomorrow." He smiled softly, looking down at you. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him to hug him goodbye. His arm slung around the upper back to hold you to him. You stroked the back of his head with how he was lowered.

"Thank you, Yunho. Have a good day at work." You tip toed to kiss his cheek. His pursed his lips shyly, his ears turning bright red at your affectionate gesture.

"Take care. If you need me, I'm a call away." He squeezed your hand. You nodded your head.

"Wait, Yunho." You held his hand as he was about to turn away.

"Umm... Uhh... I-" You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure of how to phrase your sentences. Why was it so hard for you to put your thoughts into words? Yunho placed a hand on your head.

"Let's talk after tonight, okay?" He patted your head. You nodded, pursing your lips.

"Make sure you get some rest." He kissed your forehead before smiling his usual, bright grin and leaving.

Closing the door, you leaned against it and let out a long sigh. You smothered your hands over your face as you thought about what just happened. Were you really ready for this? You would hate yourself if you had given such a nice guy like Yunho any false hope. Besides, the only thing holding the two of you back was your hesitation.

"Don't think about it." You hit your temple and went to the kitchen to begin cleaning up. You put all the leftover portions of food in containers and stuffed them into your fridge.

RINGGGGGG

"Hello?" You put your AirPod on to hear Seonghwa as you were doing the dishes.

"Seeing as to how you are awake and I can hear the water running, that means you're doing dishes. That also means you didn't sleep and were recipe cooking the whole night."

"Hwa... I know you know a lot about me, don't need to show off." You scoffed. You heard him laugh on the other end.

"You need to sleep, sweetheart. You'll need the energy for tonight."

"Ugh, I know, Hwa. Trust me, I have been trying for... god knows how many hours already." You sighed, leaning against the sink. You wondered if you should tell him that Yunho came over.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, it's fine. Stop worrying about me, you need to rest too. Plus, you know when I get ready for these things, it's usually a mess. I'll just see you tonight." You told him. Although he was reluctant, Seonghwa did hang up, making you promise to at least lay down.

'I am in bed.'

You took a picture of yourself lying on your pillow and sent it to Seonghwa. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you grabbed Yunnie and Yuyu to hug them.

Yunho looked at his phone, specifically, the chat with you. He wanted to text you and ask how you were but he didn't want to seem like he was being a worrywart and he didn't want to risk disturbing you.

"Usually (y/n) is out here. Even when she's not here, you're here in her place." Wooyoung chuckled, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Just some quiet time away from the bustle." Yunho forced a smile.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's okay." Wooyoung patted Yunho's shoulder. Yunho realised, this must be how it is with your friends, you never needed to justify what you did.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?" The shorter male raised an eyebrow. Yunho's cheeks reddened as he was caught.

"It's not my place to say anything since I don't know what she has told you... But all I can say is, don't worry. She'll be okay. She whines and complains but she's a tough cookie. Tomorrow, she will jump back into the kitchen and act like nothing happened." Wooyoung assured Yunho.

"Plus, Seonghwa hyung will be there with her. He won't let anything happen to her." He added. Yunho nodded grimly, a part of him was jealous, he wanted to be the one to protect you.

"I visited her this morning. She said she was okay but you know that feeling when you know she isn't." Yunho said.

"I know, it's frustrating to not know how to help." Wooyoung shrugged.

RINGGGGGGG

"Oh, speak of the devil. Hey, jagiya." Wooyoung took his phone out. Yunho perked up, his ears becoming sharp. There was only one person that Wooyoung calls 'jagiya'.

"Don't worry your little head over it... They're fine... Well, if you trust them enough to take over you and Hwa hyung, they must be good enough."

"He's... right beside me, actually." Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, cast a side glance to Yunho. Now, Yunho knew that you just asked about him. Yunho wanted to take the phone from Wooyoung's hand to speak to you.

"Okay, Jongho inside. Hang on." Leaving Yunho on the stoop, Wooyoung entered the kitchen, presumably to hand the phone to Jongho. You didn't want to speak to him?

"Yun, we need you." Mingi poked his head out to call his best friend. Yunho had to help man the cash register.

"You're really handsome." A customer complimented.

"Thank you." Yunho smiled kindly, receiving the customer's card and charging it with what she ordered. The girl tilted her head with expectation that Yunho would carry on the conversation.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, shooting Yunho a flirtatious, sweet smile.

"Not yet, at least. Thank you and have a nice day. You can collect your drink at the end there." Yunho handed her back her card. With a warm, welcoming smile, Yunho beckoned the customer behind the girl. The girl's jaw dropped slightly at how Yunho just blatantly ignored her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Yunho asked, seeing that the girl was still standing there and not moving.

"Umm, excuse me." The customer behind her, who was trying to give Yunho his order, said. In the end, the girl pursed her lips in embarrassment and went to the counter to get her drink from San.

"I miss (y/n)." Mingi pouted. Yunho shot Mingi a glare, who was he to miss you?!

"I miss her too." San nodded in agreement.

"Okay, guys. Keep your feelings about (y/n) to yourself. I can see steam coming out of Yunho's ears." Yeosang chuckled. The two baristas just rolled their eyes.

"Not my fault he can't control his jealousy." San shrugged and continued making the drinks.

"What's there to be jealous about in the first place? (y/n)'s all of our friend." Mingi stated. Hongjoong, who came to grab a slice of cake, gave a thumbs up in agreement with Mingi's statement. Yunho scoffed and continued serving customers.

"I'll swap with you for a bit. Help make the drinks." Hongjoong told Yunho when San went for his short break. Yunho nodded and worked with Mingi, making the drinks for the customers.

"Collect your drink and we'll bring your pastry to you." Hongjoong said to the customer as Yeosang put the pastry in the toaster.

"Excuse me, who is that tall guy making coffee? He's so handsome." A lady chuckled.

"That is our boss, the owner of this place." Hongjong replied, keying in the lady's order and sorting the cash before returning the change back to her.

"Do you see that, jagi? All those women and he only has eyes for you." Wooyoung whispered, holding the phone up.

"Yes, I can see that, Woo. Did you really stay behind just to show me all this? You should have gone home with Jongho to rest for tonight."

"Of course, jagi. Got to keep an eye on your man even if you aren't here. Plus, we both know Jongho really didn't mind leaving without me." Wooyoung stated while rolling his eyes. You laughed, eating your creamy scrambled eggs, which you were suddenly craving after laying in bed for close to 3 hours.

"Firstly, Yunho isn't my man. Secondly, even if he was, I don't need you keeping an eye on him for me. I trust him. But he does look good when he is barista-ing."

"Say 'thank you, Wooyoung'." Wooyoung grinned. San, who was returning from his break, found Wooyoung at his spying spot.

"Oh, hey (y/n)." San waved, making Wooyoung jump and turn around. You smiled and waved back.

"Hi, San. Looks like you've been spotted, Wooyoung."

"(y/n)? Did you say (y/n)?" Yunho marched over, taking the phone from Wooyoung. You smiled softly, seeing Yunho's face take over the entire screen.

"Hi." Yunho grinned, holding the phone away from Wooyoung, who was desperately trying to snatch the device back from the giant.

"Hey there, Mr Boss. You're supposed to be working, don't abandon ship."

"But I want to talk to you. Plus, earlier, when Wooyoung told you I was next to him, you didn't even want to talk to me. All you wanted was to talk to Jongho." Yunho pouted, complaining to you like he was a 5 year old throwing a tantrum.

"Oh, you big baby. Don't whine, I just saw you this morning. But, I did ask to speak to you but I guess Wooyoung decided to tease you and act like I only wanted to speak to Jongho."

"I knew it." Yunho rolled his eyes but grinned at how well he knew you, you wouldn't pass up a chance to say hi to him.

"Boss man, I need my phone back. Call her on your own phone." Wooyoung said.

"Get back to work, Yunho. I have to go too, I've got to get ready soon. I'll talk to you tonight."

You sighed, looking up and checking the wall clock. Yunho nodded sadly, not wanting to say bye. Before you could exchange goodbyes, your doorbell rang.

"Bye." Yunho wished just as you hung up, presumably to greet whoever was at your door. Yunho handed Wooyoung his phone.

"Thank you." He said to Wooyoung and went back out to the front counter to help his friends. Even if it was brief, Yunho was glad to be able to speak to you. Wooyoung hummed with an adoring smile on his face and grabbed his bag to go back home to rest before having to come back for dinner service.

You greeted the make up artist and hair stylist at the door. They were the same ones that always came to help you get ready for big events like tonight. With big smiles, they gave you hugs.

"Usual, you can set up here in the living room. There's more breathing space." You told them.

"Don't worry about us. We're pros now." The make up artist winked at you. You patted her shoulder and went to get them some drinks.

"Help yourself to the snacks in the kitchen." You said.

"Woah, when did you have time to make these, princess?" The hair stylist asked, putting one of the mini balsamic mushroom tartlets in his mouth.

"Cooking and baking helps me take my mind off a nervous breakdown." You chuckled, sipping your coffee.

"Alright, we'll set up. You go take a shower, remember not to dry your hair." They ushered you towards your room. You nodded and went to take a shower to clean your skin and hair before it was going to be done up and styled.

"Ah, Seonghwa sshi!" You heard the team greet Seonghwa outside as you were drying your body and putting on your robe. There were knocks on your door.

"Come in." You replied. Seonghwa poked his head in, looking around until his eyes fell on you.

"Hi, sweetheart." He smiled and came in to hug you. He was in plain clothes, going to styled like you before wearing his suit.

"Did you sleep?" He asked, hand resting on your shoulder. You nodded your head and continued to hug him, cheek pressing against his chest.

"Don't fall asleep on me." He chuckled, making his chest rumble. You groaned and pulled away, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and walking out to the living room with him.

"Work on the princess first." Seonghwa said, gently nudging you forward with his shoulder. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on, girly. Let's get you started." The make up artist giggled, patting the seat for you. While the make up artist and hair stylist worked on you first, Seonghwa helped himself to your kitchen, fixing himself a drink and eating the random leftovers from your recipe testing last night.

"I'm going for the brighter look instead of smokey since your dress is already dark blue, matching the white part of the ombre towards the end of the dress." The make up artist said.

"Sounds good." You smiled, closing your eyes as she began to put some primer on your face.

"Hwa, are you riding with your parents tonight?" You asked. Seonghwa came over, munching on a sandwich he made himself.

"No, I'll ride with you. I think my hyung's coming in the car and the 3 of us will ride together, your parents are expecting us there too with my parents." He informed.

"Fine with me, if that means it's less time I am spending with them." You laughed.

"Your stepbrother isn't coming, right?" Seonghwa checked.

"Nope. That's why it was important for me to attend tonight since my precious stepbrother couldn't make it. You know, I'm always free while he's busy doing whatever it is." You said sarcastically.

"Let's just get tonight done and over with. Tomorrow, we'll return to the restaurant and get on with our lives. Plus, you can see Yunho tomorrow." He teased. You opened your eyes and kicked his thigh, shooting him a look.

You so wanted to correct him and tell him that you were seeing Yunho tonight but knew it wasn't the right time to mention it. Maybe after tonight.

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Sypnopsis - Professor Crowley helping you his dear student relive some stress.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Teacher x student, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation, gagging, flattery!

A/n - I was been supposed to get this done. Sorry for the delay I got really busy with school. But it’s out now thanks for the support! And also before anyone starts Y/n is grown. REBLOG PLS!!

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“It’s been months since I’ve seen my family! My friends hell even my enemies.” What have you been doing this whole time? Answer me, Crowley,” you demanded!

“Y/n I have a school to run on top of trying to solve your impossible dilemma. For all I know you might’ve fallen from the sky like the tums.” Well, you’re not doing a good job at your school if your students keep overblotting,” you snapped.

You were tired of Crowley's BS that’s why you stormed into his office. You were currently standing over his desk looking his stupid mask in the eyes. He sat on his chair which resembled a bird cage.

“I have to be the one to stop them from dying because conveniently somehow you’re never around. You told me I could be a student here, not a therapist.” As pathetic as it may be you began to cry the built stress of holding back your feelings let loose.

“I need help myself I don’t have time to help others. Please Crowley help me find a way home,” you sobbed. Crowley sighed before clutching you closer to him.

“I'm a generous headmaster I hate to see my students under such stress. Especially beautiful ones that I’m trying to help every day. Crowley pulled your hands away from your face. Here come closer Y/n.” You followed his instructions as he pulled slightly on your arm.

He opened up one of his desk drawers to a file with your name on it. “This is everything I’ve collected on you so far even after using my global resources,” he spoke.”You read through the files while bent over his desk for a better view.

You could see how every lead he got was scratched off. It was hard to read since he had chicken scribble but you got through most of it. Crowley had been trying. But this file just proved one more thing you were never getting home. In a moment of shock you fell back and the tears began to stream again. You were in Crowleys now lap to upset to move. “Sorry Mr. Crowley,” you sniffed. “I can see now that you have been trying.”

“Yes this whole time this situation has been stressful for me as well since you’re quite troublesome on campus,” he joked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “I guess you have it hard too.” You shifted so that you could look at him not even remembering that you were on his lap.

“Um yeah I guess you could say that,” he coughed. For a second you wondered what he meant by that and then you felt it. His large hard on pressing onto your back. “Oh I should get up,” you yelped.

“No, I don’t mind you staying here. You look too pretty when you cry. And it seems like we could both use a little bit of a stress relief. Look at how tense you are.” He started to massage your shoulders then his hands rolled down to your neck.

You let out a sharp exhale startled by his cold hand on such a sensitive area. He began to grind himself into your now-exposed panties since your skirt was lifted. “I’ll continue only if you want me to Y/n. It’s an honor to make love to someone like me,” he chuckled.

“I’ve never done anything like this Mr. Crowley.” It’s okay I’ll walk you through it there’s no way you won’t enjoy your time with me.” Okay I’ll try then.”

“But are we gonna do it here? What if someone walks in?” They can’t do much to the I'm the headmaster after all.” His hands gripped your ass giving it a firm squeeze. “I don’t know Mister this seems like a bad idea.

“Hey,” you protested. “Just calm down.” His fingers ghosted over your pussy causing you to squirm. “Squirming already I guess you’re nervous. I would be too if I were having sex with me.”

“Shhh just sit and relax.” He put your legs on each side of the chair legs and held your back for support. “Let’s get these useless things off.” He cut off your panties in an instant with his claws.

“Your egos too high,” you spoke. “And your mouth is too smart it would be best if I stuff you quiet.” What huh.” You asked not fully registering what he meant. The leftover fabric of your panties was stuffed in your mouth.

“That’s better.” One of his hands gripped your thigh tighter as the other worked off his golden claws and gloves. You waited watching his every move. His fingers were abnormally long and slender. He also had claw-like fingernails on all but two of his middle fingers. You didn’t think Mr. Crowley would get any pussy he seemed too busy but you were wrong. He knew exactly what to do massaging your clit while teasing your fluttering hole.

Your moans could be heard through your gag. “Feels good huh?” I can tell it does look at how you’ll suck me up.” He inserted his finger then and your heat greedily accepted him.

“See I’m always right!” You ready to take the next one? He questioned inbetween tasting your juices on his finger. You shook your head quickly slightly ashamed at your eagerness. The stretch felt heavenly to the point where you sunk your hips down further on his fingers.

“So needy huh? You needed this Y/n you need me huh?” You shook your head again grinding yourself up and down on his fingers. By now your pussy was so wet it started to make lewd sounds.

They got louder and louder the longer you fucked yourself on his fingers. Crowley sat back admiring the view. Your pussy was on full display since your uniform skirt was lifted. You felt his eyes burning onto you. His gaze wasn’t a judgemental but a loving one.

He realized how much of a slut he just found. He would just have to train you to realize it. But you were quickly breaking out of your box. Your moans were turning into whines. You were close now bouncing on his curved fingers like a fuck rabbit.

Your hands dug into his shoulders landing on his soft feather-filled Shaw. You buried your face in his neck too ashamed to face him. “Most women would get tired by now and want me to fuck them. I guess you young ones have more stamina.”

He was such a talkative asshole you wish that he would shut up. But you couldn’t stop now when you were so close to cumming. You were so close to letting go your juices were dripping down his fingers wetting his dress shirt.

“Such a loud sloppy mess for me. You’re doing so good Let me see how you feel with this.” He stopped all motion leaving you breathless. For a second you were hopeless that he was gonna help you finish. But his hands boosted your thighs up now your pussy was nearing his mouth.

You gasped into your gag you were high up now with no support other than his hair to hold. “Shh calm down I never dropped anyone doing this. Just give in everything will be okay.” He spoke sending vibrations and chills up your already shakey spine. He licked up around your thighs purposefully missing your needy parts. You whined pulling him forward. “Lick here.” You tried to illustrate through your gag.

This was the longest you’ve been edged your entire impatient life. You used your tongue to push your gag out you could’ve taken being bound any longer. “Headmage please I need your mouth. I need to cum or I think I’ll go crazy. Now stop being a fucking tease,” you demanded. “That’s not nice language young lady.” Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll be kind enough to spare you.” Ahh! You screamed being unexpectedly dropped. You were back on Crowley's lap then you were back on the desk. You spread your legs again and finally after what felt like forever his mouth met your clit.

You wrapped your legs around his head tightly. “You’re not escaping this bit.” No problem I can stay like this for hours,” he murmured. He began to lap up your juices that had pilled up from all his teasing.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Doesn't it baby I heard my head game is superior.” Stop hearing and start focusing,” you instructed. “You’re insufferable,” you sighed. “And you're sweet so sweet,” he explained through slurps.

“Mmm Crowley,” you groaned. “You’re so naughty y/n I feel you twitching on my tongue. Are you about to cum? You must be look at how you’re shaking.” You hadn’t even noticed that how your body was reacting.

“Yes I’m about to cum!” Hmm,” he pondered. “Should I really let you cum? I don’t think this naughty pussy deserves it.” He teased while slapping your clit. You tightened in surprise and sprung up. “Crowley!”

“Fuck please just let me I’ve been waiting so long.” He gave you a reassuring glance latching his mouth to your clit. This time you knew he would allow you to cum. He didn’t let up for a second not even to breathe.

His mask partially lifted but you were too out of it to look at his secret identity. Your vision began to blur so you just shut your eyes as tight as they could go. Crowley didn’t like how your body was pulling away so his arm held your stomach down.

There was no escaping his tounges harsh attack even after you began to cum. He continued prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and even the iron grip he had on your waist wasn’t enough to stop you from shaking.

“Fuck I’m gonna! Ahh, I’m gonna squirt if you keep that up,” you warned. “I don’t mind the mess my dear but I do mind your volume.” He explained before pulling you into a smothering kiss.

You let go completely over his lanky fingers. “Headmage!! You screamed into his mouth. His tongue swayed across yours muffling your sound. “Ahh.” You sighed relieved that your edging was over. You were trying to relax your breathing for a moment before you hit Crowley. “What the fuck why are you such a tease?!”

“I have to be and anyways you should be grateful look at how hard you came.” You left my desk all sticky.” Well it’s gonna stay that way,” you chuckled. You slid off his desk pulling your panties back up.

“C’mon don’t leave my little stress reliever. Don’t you want to help your dear Headmage out a little more after I was so kind to you?” He grabbed his buldge and for a second you wanted to go back down on your knees.

But the bell ringing distracted your thoughts. “I need to be a good student like I said earlier. So bye Crowley. You left leaving him a hard insatiable mess.

#heartland #anime smut #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fandom #twst headcanons #twst smut #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland fan fic #headmage crowley #crowley #crowley smut #professor Crowley smut #twst crowley #crowley x reader #crowley imagine #crowley fanfiction #teacher x reader #crowley twisted wonderland #disney twst

[srslymina]

You can make a second part of alpha! Twice and Omega!reader?

yesyesyesyes!! not all the girls but sum of them.

Minors DNI!! smut

Ever since that one anniversary night the nine alphas just constantly use you!!

You woke up all drowsy suddenly feeling uncomfortable you try to turn to get into a better position but your legs are locked in place.

"mmmphh-"

You suddenly moan into the pillow. Arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

"sorry I woke you, baby. i just couldn't resist this sweet cunt of yours"

A mouth moans into your wet heat, and you find yourself releasing your scent. You lay back as you try to relax into the sudden feeling, but it's short lived before the person pulls away. You whine as you look up, only to find not one alpha, but two.

Both Momo and Sana look down at you with smirks on their faces, Sana wipes away the wetness that coats her lips.

"now that you're awake little one... I think we should have some more fun, don't ya think?"

"I- I just woke u-"

You finish your sentence with a gasp as your suddenly pulled up by Momo, and pushed flush against her. You feel her hard cock press against your lower belly and you whimper.

"none of that omega, let your alphas use you, and your holes"

Sana nibbles at your ear, pressing herself against your back.

"please be gentle- hck! still sensitive"

You wince as Momo pushes herself into you.

"fuck- you feel s'good"

Sana hand pushes you slightly forward as she prepares you to take her too. And as she pushes in, you can't help but to arch your back, your arms quickly wrapping themselves around Momo's neck. Sana almost growls as she grips your hips and pulls you until she's fully inside you.

"there you go baby, be a good girl and take both of us, hmm?"

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"ahh- tzuyu! I- imma"

Your were now on top of a table. The table that Tzuyu was responsible for wiping down after dinner. But instead of doing that she decided to do you, “sneaking in some desert” she called it.

Your felt the table against your back and the next moment Tzuyu’s face was buried in between your thighs as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

You felt your lower stomach begin to tighten, Tzuyu seemed to have noticed as well.

“If you want to cum, baby, you’re gonna have to beg for it”

You whine, your fingers run through her hair, trying your hardest to not tug.

"please alpha! please please please! make me cum! I wan-"

Her hands grip your waist as she brings you impossibly closer and you finally let go.

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Tzuyu held you close as you calmed down after your second high. Whispering soft praises into your ear as she holds a glass of water against your lips.

"You two just did it didn't you?" Both of you turn to look at Mina with her hands on her hips. Her head slightly tilted.

"yeah? and what about it?" Tzuyu was confused at what Mina was getting on, and how a soft pink hue began to form on her cheeks while you bashfully hid your face in her neck.

"okay cool. Are you done?"

"what?"

"I asked if you were done"

"Y-yeah we're done"

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After Mina had suddenly lifted you off of Tzuyu's lap and dragged you to her room, where her monitor was on and she was playing some type of game. She sat down on her chair before motioning you towards her. You were about to sit on her lap, but she stopped you.

"Sit there" And she shyly pointed to a spot underneath her desk where a pillow was set.

Oh...ohh! You finally figured out what she wanted.

You sat underneath her desk, as she rolled herself forward, you reached into her boxers and pulled out her cock.

"Like this?" You ask running your hand over the tip.

"mmm yeah just like that"

You began with tiny licks before slowly taking the cock in her mouth, although you could barley see her face or make out the clicks of the mouse, Mina was letting out satisfied sighs.

"fuck- take it deeper baby. for your alpha"

One of Mina's hands came to rest against your head, pushing you into her dick

"m'fuck fuck just like that, take my dick in that precious mouth of yours. yes, ah- yes"

And she's spilling herself into your mouth as you moan at the taste.

"Shit baby that was hot" Mina just like the other girls, pulls you onto her lap for some aftercare. Holding you closely as she unpauses and continues to play her game.

#twice smut #twice x reader

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

will you upload ruin again 👀

Ruin(1)*

OMG WAIT YOURE GENIUS

pairing: gynaecologist harry x innocent reader

warnings: smut, corruption, sort of forced orgasm but not really kinda idk

summary: an innocent YN goes into her very first gynaecology appointment unsure of what she should expect. her visit is certainly out of the norm

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YN is sitting nervously on the exam table, reading all the posters on the wall as her leg is unable to stop bouncing. Her nails have been bitten below the skin and goosebumps are all over her arms and legs.

The second the nurse came in and told her to undress from the waist down and place the towel over her legs, YN's heart went into overdrive.

She'd never done this before, this was her first gynaecologist visit. She's been taking deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves but nothing is working.

She looks over at her pretty yellow dress and ponders leaving out now and just trying again another day. Internally scolding herself, YN decides to stay, and if she gets too afraid she'll leave.

After about five minutes of dreading the rest of the appointment, she hears a gentle knock on the door. Her heart practically stops, muttering a small 'come in'.

As the door opens, she expects to see an old, wrinkly man enter the room to look inside her vagina, but what she sees immediately takes her breath away. She sees a man no older that 30 years old enter the room, short curly hair and green eyes. He smiles at her, dimples on display.

Her heart stutters as her eyes travel down his body, stopping at his hands that he's rubbing hand sanitizer into. "Hello, there. You must be YN. I'm Dr. Styles, but you can call me Harry" he says, reaching out to shake her hand. YN greets him and introduces herself as Harry picks up her visit chart, plopping down on the small rolling chair and sliding toward her.

"Okay, it says here that you're just in for a routine checkup. Is that right?" he asks, eyes skimming over the paper before him. He looks up to see her nodding at him, a playful scowl settling on his lips. "I'm gonna need your words, honey" he says.

Even more nervous than before, YN mutters a soft 'yes, sir' and Harry can immediately feel his cock twitching in his slacks.

"I'm just joking, Love" he chuckles, standing from the chair. "Alright, I'm gonna need you to place your feet into the stirrups, and once I wash my hands we can get going" he says, helping her spread her legs and get them into position. He can't help but glance down at her vagina, a fair amount of dark hair covering her pubic area.

Fuck, Harry has never been more turned on in his life. He literally sees vaginas and beautiful women every day, but there's just something about YN that makes him feral. He can even see her puffy clit peeking out from between her folds, wanting nothing more than to swipe his tongue through them to get a taste of her.

"Okay, on your chart is says that you're a virgin. Is that correct?" he asks, getting a small nod from her. "Alright, I just needed to know for the size speculum we should start off with, nothing to worry about" he says, just thinking about stretching out her virgin pussy and pounding into her until she's creaming around his cock.

Harry shakes his head, trying to rid his mind of the crude thoughts about his patient, heading to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly before grabbing a pair of gloves and snapping them on.

Once he's all done, he sits back in the low chair and slides all the way over to her, placing his hands on her knees gently. A small frown makes its way onto his face as he feels how tense she is.

"Hey, YN, is this your first time at the gynaecologist?" he asks softly, not wanting to embarrass her. She nods gently, and Harry's heart aches at the scared girl before him. "Well that's alright, I'm just gonna need you to relax a bit for me, can you do that?" he asks.

She relaxes slightly beneath his hands, but it isn't enough, so Harry takes matters into his own hands. "Honey, I'm sorry, but you're not relaxed enough. If you're not relaxed enough, the speculum is going to hurt going in. Do I have your permission to help you relax?" he asks, a small amount of guilt running through him at what he was about to do to the poor, innocent girl.

She nods and he sighs, his blood pumping through his body quickly at what he was about to do. Reaching up, he runs his hands up and down her thighs, massaging them gently. With each stroke, he gets closer and closer to her center.

"Okay, honey, I'm gonna spread you open a bit, okay?" he asks, looking up at her to make sure she's okay. When he sees that she is, he spreads her folds gently with his fingers, a small groan leaving him at the precious area. His cock gets even harder as he sees her tiny hole, just begging to be stretched by him.

With the spreading of her lower lips, Harry can see all of her puffy clit, just wanting to take it into his mouth and suck on it until she can't take anymore. Clearing his throat, he reaches between the folds and presses a finger directly onto her clit. YN gasps at the feeling, shock running through her body at the unfamiliar feeling.

Before she can even get used to it, Harry is rubbing around the head, getting a moan out of her. Her head is thrown back against the parchment paper of the exam table, wetness starting to accumulate between her folds. Harry notices immediately since it's in his line of sight.

"Oh, poor baby. Is it getting all wet and tingly down there?" he coos, chuckling when he gets a yes and a moan from her. "It's okay, baby. That's what we want. That's what's gonna help you relax" he says, applying a bit more pressure to the throbbing nub before pulling back and taking off his gloves.

Once they're off, he swipes a finger through her folds before working on her clit once more, YN sobbing out in pleasure at the feeling. "Does that feel good, honey?" he asks, speeding up a bit. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she's whining out a yes, nodding her head furiously. "I know, baby. It's almost over" he says, rubbing at the exact same pace and using the same amount of pressure to get her to orgasm.

"Harry, wait. I feel something in my tummy. It burns" she whines, squirming to avoid his ministrations.

"Good, baby. That's what we want" he says, placing his other hand on her hips to hold her down. She's screaming out in pleasure as he forces her to take everything he's giving her. After a minute more of rubbing her sensitive clit, she's stiffening up and her hole is clenching around nothing as she cums from just him rubbing her clit.

"Yes, baby. Just like that. Cumming so good for me" he praises, still rubbing her clit until she's all the way down. Once she's down, he removes his hand and licks all of her essence off of his fingers, moaning at the taste. He watches her as the aftershocks of her very first orgasm shoot through her body, a smile on his face at the things running through his mind.

Harry is going to ruin this sweet girl.

~

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[starythewriter]

Vinnie hacker X Y/N: casino night

TW: rough sex.

“You can tell me anything. You know that right?” He asks softly from where he sits on the edge of her bed. She turns towards him and looks into his eyes, “I know. I trust you. And this isn’t something we need to worry about right now.”

Her heart is racing. The adrenaline rush she felt last week when she realized that Vinnie was back in town, the one that made her run out of her apartment at 3 am with only a pair of pants and shoes, the adrenaline still running through her veins as if she had just gone a round in an Olympic match, or even during their first kiss. It feels good knowing that there's nothing to fear anymore. That no matter how much her heart flutters, her brain will always manage to keep a cool head under pressure. It makes it easier to think rationally. But it also means that they have more time together. She needs all the time possible because there are so many things she wants to ask him before the next couple of weeks pass by without them talking for any longer than necessary. There are so many things she wants to do. She wants to take his hand. She wants to kiss his neck again. She wants to be able to hold his hands in hers. but vinnie hasn’t been around ever since he left… but he’s invited me to a casino night. Her stomach drops at the idea. She knows he wouldn’t do that if he didn't want to see her. But he’s probably going to see other people. She has no doubt that his reputation is enough of an attraction for most women to go to the casinos with him. Especially given how well known he is. If someone sees us, we won’t have any privacy anymore. The thought leaves her feeling slightly nauseous. She doesn’t know what would happen if they were caught. What would happen to the rest of their lives? She knows they aren’t married, but if they get caught, what would their families say? Would they disown them? she tried to shake that feeling off… she accepted the offer and prepared her gown. This might be our chance to prove to the world that we’re not broken. We don’t need to hide behind anyone’s expectations. She can’t help thinking that if it’s just them, then maybe she could be able to make her feelings known. She can try. She’s willing to risk everything. She’ll follow him tonight if it means seeing him again, even if it’s just once. If he wants her, then why should she be scared? She tries to convince herself that maybe she’s getting ahead of herself. Maybe this is the best thing to do. Vinnie has never done anything to hurt her and she knows that he really loves her. Maybe they should just go to the casino and dance and talk and maybe even make out on the table. She can handle that. She has to. She’s not afraid of Vinnie. She wants to know the truth. She just doesn’t know where he stands anymore. If he wants her too. she got ready.

*timeskip*

*morning*

it was the next morning and she was scared. however she had already got ready. she got a call from

him as she ordered her taxi and was on her way to the event. She had no choice but to accept the invitation since she was already there, so she decided to meet up with him after he arrived. she was sitting at the bar when she saw him, a smirk playing on his face. she couldn’t resist smiling back, even though she was nervous. Vinnie approached her, “hey. Sorry I haven’t stopped by to see you sooner. Been busy, y’know. You look great, by the way” he smiled, putting his arm around her. she relaxed at the gesture. she let herself lean against him. “Thank you. You look very nice yourself.” she turned towards him and kissed his cheek, “are you okay?” “yeah just… wondering about what the press will think” she sighed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the bar in front of her. she looked over to Vinnie who seemed to be deep in thought. “I’m sure they won’t bother you. They know you’re a player, remember?” he chuckled. She nodded, looking down at her drink. he leaned closer to her, “come on… let’s dance.” she nodded and stood up. They danced slowly, trying not to step on anyone’s feet. When she looked over Vinnie’s shoulder she noticed some reporters watching them intently. she quickly glanced back at Vinnie, “maybe we should sit somewhere else.” He agreed and sat at another stool at the bar, motioning for her to come and join him. she took a seat opposite him. “this place is amazing, y’know. I haven’t been here in forever.” She shrugged. “It’s a small place.” she commented, taking a sip of her champagne.

she slowly brushed her fingers across his crotch teasing him. she knew exactly what buttons to push to make him squirm. she could feel his dick growing hard underneath his clothes. she loved it when he was turned on. it usually ended up making him forget about their problems, especially when he came.

he placed his hand on top of hers, “Y/N, if you continue like this, I will lose control.” He breathed heavily. she smirked and moved her hand further up his leg, caressing his thigh. “I promise that I won’t touch your penis unless you want me to” she teased. she ran her hand across his cheek and down his neck. he shivered and licked his lips, “what did you have in mind?” he asked. she leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, “I’ve always wanted to see you come.” she pulled away and gave him a seductive smile. she bit her lip and watched as he swallowed thickly, “i want to fuck you right here… right now.” She laughed, “oh yeah? what are we waiting for then?” she replied with a seductive wink, “how do you feel about going to your room?” he suggested, leading her upstairs.

Chapter 2

Chapter Two: the room

The room wasn’t big, but it was pretty. They could hear the music downstairs, which was loud enough to block out whatever sounds they heard in their own rooms. Vinnie pushed her towards the bed and she climbed onto it, giggling excitedly.

Vinnie leaned over and began kissing her neck, trailing his teeth along the line between her collarbones, leaving soft marks as he went. His kisses started from her shoulders down her chest until he reached the waistband of her jeans. he pulled them down slowly, revealing her black lace panties and black stockings. he removed them completely, pulling her underwear down as well. he tossed her panties aside and slipped his finger inside of her, causing her to moan in pleasure. he slid two fingers inside of her and began thrusting his hand in and out of her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. she was moaning loudly and reaching her climax as she felt his tongue swirling around her clit.

she was almost panting when he suddenly pulled out of her. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her hungrily. “you’re beautiful…” he murmured, cupping both sides of her face. he bent down and pressed his lips against hers. it felt incredibly good. the way he kissed her, made her feel so alive, so free. she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as he kept moving in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building and she desperately needed release. she reached her hand down his pants and began stroking him. he groaned and pressed himself harder into her hand as she squeezed him tightly. he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head while he continued to kiss her furiously and roughly. she moaned loudly as he increased the pace of his movements. she began to feel dizzy and closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall into the blissful void. She began to feel more than a little dizzy, but she couldn’t stop because she didn’t want to. she tightened her grip on Vinnie’s hair as she felt herself coming. she could taste herself as her orgasm began to build. It had been so long, so many years… she hadn’t been able to feel anything like that for so long. She felt like crying.

she collapsed on top of him, exhausted. Vinnie lay still for a moment before he raised himself off of the bed and lifted Y/n into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself against him as she laid her head on his chest. he carried her down the hallway to his bedroom.

he carefully put her down on his large mattress and pulled the sheets up to her chin. He walked out of the room and returned a few minutes later, with a glass of water and a pill.

the end!

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[rustys-lodge]

It is but a little cold

Request by : @xpsidedownn​ :  Please more Hannibal x daughter reader! I love your stories sm. I have a request, if that’s okay? Maybe reader gets sick and stays home from school (if they go) and Hannibal takes care of her? If you feel uncomfortable in any way pls don’t do this! Thank you 

A/N : I’m so so so sorry, darling. I have been busy with school. I hope you like it  ❤❤❤❤

Warnings : none, just a bunch of fluff. 

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A shaken up noise left your lips as you attempted to lift your head off the pillow, indomitable and unwilling.

“Dad…I’m not sure i’ll be able to go today.” You whispered, drawing in a breath of air and exhaling it painfully. 

Your whole body hurt, your muscles, your head, even your eyes ached with each movement of the iris and your body burned flames, all the while you trembled from the cold. You were ill, you felt like you were…dying. 

“Dying ?” Your father sweetly chuckled. “You are not dying,It is but a little cold.” 

You growned, unsatisfied with his answer. 

“ It is said that contentment preserves one from catching a cold.” And just as if he needed to make you feel worse. “Have you been feeling down lately ?” 

You growned. “Oh, please.” As you rolled to your other side, facing away from him while whimpers followed each movement you made, right until you stopped moving “You, of all people should not be mingling philosphy and science.” 

Hannibal chuckled again at your response, pressing his warm hand on the back of your shoulder. “I am only joking. What a better way to lighten up your mood ?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. Actually make me feel better, maybe ?

“Maybe try less boring jokes ?” You sugarcoated your own thoguhts, but still surpressed a laugh.And although you usually find yourself to be funny, he still was the man that kept you alive. And you’d much rather keep it that way.

“I’m going to let that one go, only because you are ill.” Your father flashed you a quick smile before getting off the bed. But you gripped his wrist and pulled him down, causing a gasp to leave his lips. 

Hannibal was a trained man, always aware of his surroundings because one little mistake, one little moment of relaxation would cost him his life, and much more. 

It seemed to you, though, that whenever you were around, he’d get calmer, like at that moment, if someone else would have done that to him, they’d be lamb for dinner....Not literally, hannibal is not a canniball. 

“Please don’t leave me;” You pouted. 

“I have to feed you, my darling. How else would you heal ?” Hannibal completely ignored your puppy eye attempt. He got up, again, tenser than before, prepared for another drag down. But you didn’t pull him again, you just gripped his wrist harder. 

“By staying with me, maybe ?” You sarcastically said, dragging your lower lip out even more. You thought, maybe if you looked cuter he’d stay ? 

But he didn’t. And you growled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Rest, darling. I’ll come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted” Your father bent down slightly, rubbing your cheek from above. “And i will come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted.

Thankful, you smiled weakly.  “No need, dad. I’ll stick to a chicken soup this time. I’d much rather you be with me, right now.” 

Jokes aside, you didn’t want to be alone at such a moment. Your whole body ached, and so did your brain. But your father’s presence eased that pain, somehow. And as much as you knew his lovely soups do ease the pain too, you’d rather stick to his presence, his smile and lame jokes. 

“You’ve won me over.” Hannibal stepped away from you, just a little warning step, before disappearing out of the room. And soon after that, his steps quickened, he was running. 

“Why are you-” Your voice cracked and you let out a loud cough. “Why are you running ?” You tried again, quieter this time.

“So that i can come back quickly.” He shouted from afar, and all you could do is grin. 

Your father was never one to take things lightly, smile, joke, even less play around. But there he was, doing it all , for you.

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❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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[george228732]

MEMENTO AMICIS

It was a cloudy, rainy day, with Popstar still recovering fully from the attacks produced by Fylass, Cosmounse and Niru, so it wasn’t surprising that some harsh weather was going to follow, although by Magolor and Susie’s research, it shouldn’t be too bad, just a minor inconvenience - it was so minor in fact, that Dedede and Meta Knight decided to start their relationship officially with their first date; they confessed their feelings for eachother as a couple the night after the battle that saved the Galaxy and the Universe. Kirby, Bandee and Fylass are being taken care of by the Waddle Dees, since they still have proper recovery to follow, Kirby especially, since he lost his copy abilities. The King and his Knight still needed to take care of themselves for a bit, but they felt healthy enough to go out to a fancy restaurant before the rain catched them up on the way through.

Meta felt awkward to willingly go out without a mask, not only with people around, but also when he’s just starting his romantic life with the King of Dreamland, nonetheless - even then, it was a choice he did himself, even Dedede asked him if he was okay with going out maskless, since he knew that he’d be uncomfortable without it, but the knight thought that it’d be a necessary step to take, since he didn’t need to hide anything anymore, he just needed to take more time with it…

''Wowie…! Look at us! We got here in time…! I can already hear the rain behind us, and we just entered…!'' Dedede sputtered, breathing in and out after running before the rain reached both.

''In…Indeed. Nova, we should have asked Fylass to lend us his umbrella…'' Meta spoke back.

''Oh well! We can’t do anything about that now. At least we’re not soaked wet for it now! Here, let’s pick a seat…!'' He walked towards one of the free tables and sat down in a ''kingly'' manner. Meta followed after, trying to hide his flustered expression with the hat he brought along for the occasion.

''Ah… Perfect…'' Dedede may seem excited and relaxed about what he’s doing, but it was clear that he was nervous that he could screw up the date in any moment, wagging his tail awkwardly and having difficulty with keeping eye focus on his significant other, and so did the other, they were pretty much in love with each other but at the same time it was awkward that they were actually doing this together - they didn’t know that they’d be dating someone in the first place, let alone dating each other, so it was a start…

''...Sooooooooo… Any movies you’d wanna watch when we’re done here?'' Dedede asked awkwardly.

''...I am not sure… In fact, I don’t know what movies there are for today…'' Meta responded.

''...Riiiiiight. We could watch, uh… Uh… Man, I dunno. I guess we’ll figure out when we go there eventually, today is OUR day! …Yeah!'' The king was doing his best to make Meta feel welcome but he’s not sure if he’s either ruining the date or somehow making it better.

''I mean, yes, this is what the day’s all about.'' Meta said. ''...Sorry if I still seem too serious for me to be dating, I am still not used to these romantic activities… I do wonder if my father did have the same problems… He’s a very kind man, and very charming to the eye.''

''Oh! Speaking about that! I’ve never got to see this, but your eyes are so beautiful! Such a bright yellow glimmer! I could look at them all day.'' He said, either complimenting or flirting, or even both.

''A-Ah… Thank you, kindly.'' Meta slightly blushed. ''That Memento Mori given by Morpho really gave out more perks than expected…''

''...Memento?'' Dedede asked.

''Oh, yes, I forgot to explain that… I might explain it later, since it’d be probably very heavy to explain it during a romantic date with you.''

''Ah, ah… Understandable…!'' Dedede was invested in what Meta was planning to say, but overall knew that this was a date, not a place where he probably was going to get depressed afterwards. ''...Hey, uh…''

''Yes…?''

''Do you… uh…. like this? Do you love me? Am I, uh, doing something wrong?'' He was getting pretty insecure about all this - he loves Meta, that’s obvious, but he feels like if he’s acting like this, maybe because he’s doing something wrong.

''...What kind of question is that?'' Meta answered. ''Of course I do…! I said it in front of you.''

''I mean, yes! But… I mean, why would you love ME out of all people. Just look at me! I am messing this date up! I dunno what I am doing wrong, but I am doing SOMETHING wrong, right? I’m truly sorry if I am making this worse than what it was planned. You deserve something big, something great! And I feel like I am not delivering what I should…''

''...Listen, my King. Please, erase those thoughts from your head. You are not doing anything wrong. We just still need to get used to this. I can do nothing but promise that I’ll always appreciate your company and love you, because that’s what I feel… Don’t feel like you’re doing something bad because it’s slow, at least this time.'' Meta responded.

''...Wow. Uh… I… I guess you’re correct. I can also promise that I’ll always, ALWAYS, find a way to love you - I did all this in the first place because I love you. We love each other…! Right?''

''I couldn’t have said it better myself.'' Meta chuckled. ''I love you, my King. I’ll always support you, even if this all seems awkward.''

''I love you too, my knight. I’ll do the same for you. For us…!''

''I am sure.''

It was still awkward, but maybe now, it wasn’t that bad, from there, other small conversations happened. Soon enough, the conversations became longer and longer, and they felt more comfortable with talking about… just about anything.

''Ah! Hello, King and… Meta…!'' A Waddle Dee suddenly came into the scene, apparently being a waiter. ''Sorry for the delay, Marx has been making a mess on the other door about his meal not having a kids toy, even if this is a high class restaurant. Should I take your order?''

''Oh, yes! I forgot about that… Yeah, we’ll take…''

#Metadede #meta knight #king dedede #my art #my doodles #oneshot #Kirby #kirby au #Fylass #kirby Series #niru termina #cosmounse #bandana waddle dee #bandee #bandana dee #marx kirby #marx

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 9: Glowing in the Dark

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

A/N: Chapter title is from the song Glowing in the Dark by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Warnings: large knife (not actually used, it's just there), should just be pure fluff and filler

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist >> Part 8 >> Part 10

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The day flew by. By the time night fell, Bear’s team were passed out in their beds, trying desperately to get enough sleep to tide them over for the next few days ahead of them. The cool night air beat back the heat of the desert as Bear crept past the other rooms to sit out on the fire escape, allowing herself just to sit and breathe, releasing the tension in her body. 

The lights from the base cast long dark shadows across the pavement. From where she sat, Bear could see the lights in distant buildings slowly shutting off, people leaving offices, conference rooms and emerging from wherever they had hidden themselves away during the day. A stream of voices rose up as she watched a group of mechanics leave a hangar in the distance, joy and playfulness in full expression, even if she couldn’t make out what they were saying. It brought her a sense of peace the longer Bear sat out on the fire escape, watching lights flicker on, beating back the growing shadows. 

She didn’t know how long she had been sitting outside when the door she had propped open swung out suddenly, startling her. “Hey.” 

Whipping her head around, her hand clutching onto the large knife she carried with her, Bear saw that it was just the blond pilot who had haunted her every waking hour. “Jesus Christ Flyboy, don’t you know any better? I could have seriously hurt you,” she admonished, muscles relaxing slightly. 

“Sorry,” Jake replied. “I didn’t mean to. I just saw the door open and figured that I should close it. You okay?” 

Bear shook her head, scoffing a little at his words. “I’m fine, but I swear to God Jake, don’t do that again,” she warned him, finally taking a moment to take in his appearance. “How are you holding up? I know that Mav really put you all through the paces today.” When he gave her a curious look, Bear shrugged before replying “We share our plans for training with each other. It keeps us on the same page.” 

Jake nodded. He had been distracted for most of the day, thinking about the woman in front of him. How she could take control of almost any situation, how her voice had sounded through his headset, the look she had given him, all wide eyed and surprised when they had been goofing around in her room. Everything about her made him crazy. “Mind if I sit?” 

“Sure, why not?” Bear shuffled over a little, making room for the man to fold himself up and sit next to her. “Are you okay?” 

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, for the most part. Just trying to make sense of everything,” Jake admitted. “I’ve done mission assists before, but just how big this one actually is, is a lot to wrap my head around.” 

Nudging his arm with hers, Bear smiled. “I get it. Even I have the same thoughts before some of these assignments. This is a big operation. Bigger than anything I’ve done in a long time. Three targets in one place? It’s practically unheard of.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. A standard op is usually one major target or a few lower levels. Nothing like this.”

“Are you scared?” 

Bear chuckled. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be human.” She glanced over at the man next to her, smiling softly. “Are you?” 

“Scared or human?” Jake teased lightly, knocking shoulders with her. She huffed, shaking her head, but he could just make out the sparkling glee in her eyes. “Don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone because I will make you regret it, but yeah, I think I’m scared too.” 

“Will you now?” Bear grinned, the expression sobering a little. “Can I ask why? Or will you ‘make me regret this’ one too?” 

The man beside her took a deep breath. “Is it weird if I don’t know why?”

“Nope.” 

They sat in silence for a while, each savoring the closeness they had to one another and the peace that the fire escape gave them. Bear snuck a glance at Jake, only to find that he was already watching her. She shot him a wink, turning back to gaze out at the few buildings in the distance, only visible due to the powerful lights scattered throughout the base itself. The general calm settled her. It gave her respite from the chaos in her mind, her thoughts had been circling like vultures all day and just being here, present in the moment soothed her like a balm. 

Jake was the first to break the silence. “So how is it that you know so much about me and other than what we talked about weeks ago on the beach, I know next to nothing about you?” 

“Because you never asked?” Bear replied, laughing a little. She turned her body towards him, crossing her legs up under herself. “What did you want to know?” 

“I don’t know, anything you want to tell me.” 

“Well, that’s specific as fuck,” she teased. 

Jake laughed, eyes dancing with the same humor and light she knew had lit up her own. “Fair enough. Fair enough. Umm…it just clued in that I don’t actually know your name. What is it?” 

Bear bit her lip, stifling her giggle. “I’m that mysterious, huh?” He gave her a flat stare that just made her laugh louder. “Fine,” she gave in, before telling him. She watched as Jake repeated it back to her, grinning as he did. 

“Why are you grinning?” 

“Because it suits you.” 

Bear’s face split into a grin. “Thanks, I got it for my birthday.” 

Jake groaned, dropping his head to his chest as he shook with laughter. He could feel Bear chuckling from where her shoulders touched his. “That was terrible,” he said after his laughter stopped. “Like really terrible.” 

“Well now you know what my sense of humor is,” came her reply. She was quiet for a long moment before softly saying “It’s nice actually talking to you. The real you. Not the jerk you pretend to be.” 

He paused. “How do you know it’s pretend?” The question was hesitant, almost like he couldn’t believe that someone could see past how he carried himself. 

Bear shuffled closer, pressing her side to his. “Because I see you. I’ve seen the way you act around other pilots, around people who know the reputation.” She hummed, trying to find the words to explain it. “I guess I don’t really know, ya know? All I know is how you choose to carry yourself, and if I can have more than one side of myself, why can’t you?” 

Jake turned to look at the woman next to him. She wasn’t looking at him, seemingly embarrassed by her words. “Teddy?” 

“Yeah?” she managed to squeak out. 

“Thanks for not treating me like I’m not…you know.” The usual confidence and swagger in his voice had been replaced by a soft tone, one that seemed fearful of judgment. 

Meeting his eyes, Bear nodded. Her heart raced as she gazed upon his face, taking note of every freckle, every little thing that made Jake so uniquely Jake. It would be so easy, she thought, to just lean over and press her lips to his, so easy to act on the feelings that rippled in the diminishing space between them. Her eyes fluttered closed, slowly withdrawing herself from where she’d leaned in. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I just… I can’t just…” 

“I know.” 

A small pause before Bear replied “I wish it was different.” 

“I do too,” Jake whispered, leaning back against the building. It took everything in him to not say “Fuck it” and kiss her, but rules were rules. Bear could be dismissed from her position, or worse and he would never be the cause of that. In the end, it was her choice, her decision and regardless of how Bear chose, Jake promised himself that he would be happy with it. Because a life without her presence would be incredibly boring. “God Teddy, I wish that so much about this situation was different.” 

“Yeah.” She looked ashamed of her actions, curled in on herself, fiddling with the knife beside her as she tried to push her feelings away. An action that was becoming increasingly difficult the longer she spent with Jake. A few deep breaths later, Bear turned back to him. “God, why do we do this to ourselves?” 

He huffed a laugh. “Because both of us were trained to be the best of the best, so that’s what we want and look for. I think. I kinda just made that up.” 

It was her turn to laugh. “That sounds about right. I really want to not focus on the sad shit right now because how the fuck am I supposed to lead my team if I have this conversation roaming through my head at every moment?” 

“If that is what it takes for me to know that you feel the same, then I encourage it,” Jake joked, grinning widely as she rolled her eyes. 

“Be serious.” 

“I am.” 

Another eye roll. “Let’s get off this topic, please?” Bear finally looked back at him, and Jake swore his heart stopped. Her eyes glimmered in the dark, the minimal light creeping out from the hallway shining on her. She looked soft, comfortable, something he’d only seen once at her home and Jake swore never to forget it. 

“Fine, but only because you said please,” Jake teased, bumping her arm with his. 

“People do what I tell them to because I have a few more bars and medals on my whites, I don’t usually need to say please,” Bear replied, her tone full of humor.

Jake shot her a wink. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” 

This man would be the death of her. “Gross.” 

The classic Seresin smirk flashed across his face. But she cut him off with a look that reminded him of the look Phoenix gave him sometimes when he was being a dick. So Jake kept his mouth shut and wiggled his eyebrows to make her giggle. “So, borrowing a question from my niece, what’s your favorite dinosaur?” 

Bear gave him a confused look. “What kind of question is that?” 

“My 4 year old niece asks that question to everyone she meets. I figured I’d give it a try,” Jake told her, shrugging. “So I’ll say it again, what’s your favorite dinosaur?” 

“Oh god. Umm… I might have to say either a Velociraptor or an Ankylosaurus. You?” 

Jake grinned at her. “One, the fact that you could name two is impressive. Two, I’m going to have to tell you that the only right answer in her mind is the Stegosaurus or the Mosasaurus, but I have always preferred pterodactyls.” 

“And you became a pilot, how original…” Bear teased. “Let me guess, you loved planes as a kid too?” 

“Sort of? I liked all kinds of things,” he replied. “I’m pretty sure I jumped back and forth between firefighter, football player, or pilot for most of my childhood.” 

She gave him an indecipherable look. “Somehow those make sense for you.” 

“Really? Even the football player?” 

“Especially that one.” 

His green eyes narrowed, but the playful gleam that had been in his eyes from the start still remained. “I’m not sure I like where that is headed, Miss Teddy.” 

“Too bad, Mr. Flyboy,” she replied, an innocent look taking over the teasing grin. “You are just going to have to deal with it.” 

“You wound me, darlin’.” 

“Better you than me. Is it my turn to ask a question?” 

“If you want to, although I’d be surprised if you didn’t already know the answer,” he said, a teasing look in his eye. 

“Shut up. Anyways, how many siblings do you have?” 

“Four. Two older, two younger.” 

Bear cringed a little. “Your poor mother must be a saint if all of your siblings are as bullheaded as you.” 

“Where do you think we got it from?” 

She gave him a curious look. “Fair enough. It would take a stubborn woman to raise you,” Bear teased, bumping his arm. “I kid, I kid. But she sounds wonderful.” 

“She really is,” Jake told her with a faraway look in his eyes. “I owe a lot to her.” 

“I’m sure you do,” she replied. “What about your siblings?” 

“What about them?” 

She shrugged. “I don’t know, what are they like?” 

Humming in thought, Jake looked over at her. “Well, it’s two boys, three girls total. My brother Lewis has two kids, the niece with the dinosaur question is his daughter,” he began before going off on a tangent and telling her all about his siblings. Jake told her how his youngest sister had a scar on her nose from running into a door, he told her about his childhood pets and she listened patiently, chiming in every so often with another question. 

Jake fell silent after a while, sneaking a glance towards the Seal. He met her gaze and grinned as her face split into a yawn. “We really should be going to bed. It’s going to be a long few days,” Bear said softly. 

“Probably a good idea. Can’t have the Commander dozing off in the final briefing, not a good look,” Jake replied. He sat up, stretching, letting out a groan as his shoulders popped. 

Bear flushed a little at the sound, pushing away the thoughts that sprung to mind. “Definitely not a good look,” she agreed. 

By this point, Jake had maneuvered his way up, holding out a hand to help her up, which she took without hesitation. The force of him helping her up was a little too much as she had to brace herself against him, her palms coming to rest flat on his broad chest and she felt his breathing hitch. “Sorry,” she murmured, risking a glance up at his face. His bright green eyes were on her, pupils dilated. 

Clearing his throat, he stepped back, steadying her. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“I’m just gonna…” She pointed to the door, snatching up the knife and slipping through the open door, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts.

“Pull yourself together,” the blonde man mumbled, rubbing his face before walking through the open door, shutting it behind him. God, these next few days would be long. 

But he didn’t know how much truth there actually was to that last statement.

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A/N: We are 2 chapters out from the actual mission! Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for proof-reading and yelling at me.

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[vodika-vibes]

Yo, could i get a Delta Squad story where Boss brings in his firstborn child to the squad? Hehehehe

Delta Squad's New Addition

Summary: Two months after his son was born, Boss decides it's time to introduce him to his uncles.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Boss asks as he watches you carefully bundle the infant up in thicker clothes, “I don’t mind waiting to introduce him to my brothers.”

You roll your eyes, “Boss, babe, you’ve been chomping at the bit to introduce little Alyn to his uncles since the day he was born.” You press the little boy into his father’s arms, “Why do we only own orange clothes for him?”

“Because that’s what color armor I wear. You thought it was cute.” Boss points out dryly.

You pause and squint at him, “And you let me?”

“The first time I tried to suggest that we buy other colors you started crying, so I took the high road and just didn’t mention it ever again.” Boss replies.

“...I cried? Over clothes colors?”

“You were very hormonal.”

“Ugh.” You make a face, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and leans over to kiss your temple, “It’s okay. It’s a relatively minor thing, after all.” He watches you carefully pack the diaper bag, and he stops you with a laugh, “Cyare, sweetheart, I am able to do all of this.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh, “I’m just…a little anxious. Your brothers still don’t know about me, and now your introducing Alyn to them, and I just-”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

“What if they scare him?”

“They won’t because then they’ll have to deal with me.” Boss says patiently, “And you need this. You’ve been going non-stop since you got pregnant almost a year ago. You deserve this break.”

“I-”

“Go. Spend time with your friends at the spa.” Boss kisses your forehead, and then ducks his head to brush his lips against yours, “Have a nice, fun, relaxing day. And don’t worry about anything.”

“You’re asking for the impossible, love.”

“Try to not worry about anything.” He lightly tucks some hair behind your ear, “I know worrying comes as naturally as breathing to you, but trust me.”

You sigh and lean into his touch, “I do trust you, I’ll try to not worry so much.” Just then your friend pulls up in the speeder and parks in front of the house. “Um, let me know how it goes?” You kiss Alyn’s forehead, and then look up at Boss.

“Of course.” He kisses you one more time, and then gently nudges you out of the house and into your best friend's waiting embrace. 

He waits until the speeder is gone, before he looks down at the baby in his arms, “So, are you ready to meet your uncles, ad’ika?” Alyn just yawns widely and grips his finger.

Boss steps into the debrief room where his brother’s normally are, and he’s not the least bit surprised to see that the only one there is Fixer. He sets Alyn’s diaper bag on a table, and carefully sets Alyn’s car seat on the table next to the bag, and pulls him out of it.

Fixer stares at the baby, his jaw slightly slack, and then his gaze slides over Boss, who is dressed in casual clothing, and his jaw drops a little more. “Vod…Boss…you…who..-?”

“Where are Sev and Scorch?” Boss asks as he offers Alyn his finger.

“...training room-” Fixer says slowly, “Are we really not going to mention the tubie? I feel like we should talk about the tubie.”

Boss rolls his eyes and then walks across the room to his brother, “Fixer, allow me to introduce you to my son, Alyn.”

“Son. You have a son-?”

“He’s two months old now.” Boss says calmly.

“...where’s his mother?” Fixer asks, his voice hushed as he offers the baby his finger.

“I sent her on a spa day. She’s been going non-stop since she found out she was pregnant a year ago, and deserves a break.” Boss replies, “Do you want to hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Take off your gauntlets and chest piece, and you can.” Boss says easily, a small amused smile crosses his face as Fixer quickly strips the top part of his armor off, faster than he’s ever done it before. Boss chuckles and passes Alyn into his brother’s arms.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Fixer says quietly, as he looks down at the baby in awe.

“Wife,” Boss corrects with a wry smile, “I have a wife.”

“And you haven’t introduced her to us?” Fixer asks, looking up at his brother, slightly hurt.

“We’ve been busy.” Boss says with a shrug, “And it’s not exactly like it’s legal, vod.”

“...oh. Right.” Fixer mutters, “None of us would have ratted you out, Boss. You have to know that.”

“Course I do. But I also wasn’t about to risk my pregnant wife until I was sure that she was safe.” Boss replies easily, not feeling the least bit guilty about it. “I’ll introduce you all to her when she comes to get Alyn later today.”

Fixer opens his mouth to say something, only to pause when there’s some loud voices, and then Sev and Scorch push their way into the room, and stop as soon as they see Boss in casual clothes and the baby in Fixer’s arms.

“What the kriff-?” Sev breaths out as he walks over to Fixer and peers at the baby in his arms, “Who’s the tubie?”

“Boss’ son,” Fixer replies.

“Son!” Scorch and Sev turn startled eyes towards their brother, “You have a son?”

“Obviously, seeing as he’s right there.” Boss says with a roll of his eyes.

Scorch strips off the top part of his armor and makes grabby hands towards Fixer, “Let me hold the baby,” He whisper hisses, “What’s his name?”

“His name is Alyn, it’s a family name from my wife’s family.”

Scorch and Sev stare at Boss, stunned, “You’re married?” Sev asks blankly, “Since when!?”

“For over a year now. You’ll meet her this evening.” Boss replies as he watches Fixer pass Alyn to Scorch, “She’s taking a rest day at a spa, she deserves it. Seeing as she handled the pregnancy mostly on her own.”

“If you told us-” Scorch says between cooing at the baby.

“Nothing would have changed,” Boss says easily, “I know that. And so does she. Luckily, my wife is amazing enough to handle everything on her own. Though she shouldn’t have to.”

“Are you going to have more?” Sev asks as he peers at Alyn over Scorch’s shoulder.

“Maybe, probably, eventually.” Boss shrugs, “She’s still recovering from Alyn’s birth, so she said we can talk about it in a year, and no sooner.”

“I can’t believe you managed to find a wife and have a son, and I haven’t even found a girlfriend,” Scorch grumbles, though it’s clear that he’s not actually upset.

“Well, he is Boss,” Sev says with a laugh, “It only makes sense.” He pulls of the top part of his armor and sets it next to Fixer’s and Scorch’s, and then he leans over to lightly trail a finger through Alyn’s curly hair, “His hair looks red.”

“Red runs in my wife’s family. Her mother and both of her grandparents are redheads,” Boss explains, “Though she says that he looks like me.”

Three sets of eyes focus on the baby, and then over to Boss, “Yeah. I can see it.” Scorch finally says.

“He does look an awful lot like the tubies back on Kamino,” Fixer notes, “Though I’m sure some of his mother’s features will come in as he ages.”

“He has our curls,” Sev notes with a slightly smug grin.

“Apparently he was born with a full head of hair.” Boss pulls out his comm, and swipes through some pictures, “Ah, here we go.” He turns the device towards his brothers, “My wife, and Alyn, an hour after he was born. We were on a mission, so I couldn’t be there, but my wife’s best friend made sure that I was kept up to date.”

Fixer frowns, “I remember that mission, you were super distracted all day, I thought you were feeling under the weather, not that you were worried about your wife.”

“I tried to hide it.”

“You did a shit job,” Sev says, “Even I picked up on your nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was hoping to be there for the birth, so I was annoyed that I couldn’t be.” Boss says with a scowl, “Besides, we got through just fine.”

“Yeah, if not a little rushed.” Scorch teases, before he hands Alyn to Sev, “You said we’re meeting your wife this afternoon?”

“Yeah. She said she’ll bring food.” Boss replies, “She’s a little nervous about meeting you all. So be nice.”

“We’re always nice!” Scorch says.

“Bullshit.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior for our sister-in-law.” Fixer interjects, “Do you think she’ll bring wedding pictures?”

#star wars #tcw #clone commando boss x reader #boss x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[itsmealaiah]

Can you please write more Tom fluff?

of course, sorry for the wait ❤️

2014 Tom Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Tags/ warnings: none just fluff 🫶 😍

Synopsis: While your daughter Cora is at home with a babysitter for the night, you and Tom go out for dinner as a date night.

Your POV:

Standing in front of my mirror fixing my hair and the dress I had chosen for our dinner tonight, I grabbed some red lipstick from the dresser, plastering it on.

Tom's arms snaked around my waist, head resting on my shoulder, leaving light kisses on the skin. "You almost ready love?" He asked as I was finishing up the makeup. "Almost" I smiled, putting it back on the dresser.

"Now I am" I turned to face him. He kissed the top of my forehead, taking my hand in his, and led me downstairs. "The babysitter should be here soon, so we have a little bit of time to relax," He says, sitting down on the couch.

"Hey Cora, what are you doing?" I questioned, looking at her playing with one of her toys. She babbled and smiled at me. I sat down on the carpet, picked her up, and brought her to the couch so she could be with Tom.

She immediately began to reach out to Tom, squirming around. "Hi, Cora!" He cooed, taking her from me. She tugged at his hair, fingers poking around his face. "You like my hair?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Cora smiled again.

A couple minutes passed, and the doorbell rang, signaling the babysitter had arrived. I got up and walked to the door, welcoming her in. "Hello! We're just going to be out for two hours, Cora's pretty well-behaved, you can tell us if she acts up and we'll deal with it" I smiled at the young girl. She nodded obligingly, going to meet Cora. "Hi, Cora! I'm Natalie! Nice to meet you!" She said in a babyish voice, trying to appeal to her.

Cora wobbled over to her, and Natalie rushed over to pick her up. "Say bye-bye!" Cora tried moving her hand to form a makeshift wave, and Tom kissed her forehead before guiding me to the car. "She seems like a good kid" Tom said, turning on the engine of the car. "She does" I added, beaming.

"I'm so excited" I exclaimed, jittery as ever. "I am too" Tom added. Placing his hand on my thigh, thumb tracing small circles across the skin. I blushed, my face becoming a light shade of pink. He chuckled at my flustered state. "Aw schatzi, I love you too" He spoke.

We arrived at the restaurant, parking the car in the lot. He rushed over to my side of the car, opening my door for me. "Thank you" I kissed the side of his cheek, holding his hand. When we entered the restaurant, it was gorgeous. Dim lighting, light chatter, and beautiful decor surrounding the walls.

"Kaulitz?" Tom stated to the waiter at the reservation stand. She scrolled through the tablet, and looked up at us when she was finished. "Right this way" She directed us to a small table, placing the napkins on the table. "A waiter will be with you soon" She smiled, walking away.

Tom caressed my hand gently as I glanced over the menu. It was quite a large selection. "What're you going to get?" Tom asked me. "Hm, I think the risotto? It looks delicious" I looked back at Tom. "Ooh, that does look tasty" He added.

"Hello, I'm Anita, and I'm going to be your guys' waiter for tonight," A young girl said, standing at the edge of the table. "What can I get you both started with?" She whipped out her notepad. "The bruschetta?" I glanced at Tom to double-check. He nodded quickly. "Yeah the bruschetta," I said, more confident this time. "Okay, anything else?" She asked, scribbling our appetizer onto the small pad. "Nope, I think we're good!"

"So, how was your day?" I pondered. "It was good, we were able to get a good amount of the song done." He answered. "What song is it?" I clasped my hands together, placing them underneath my chin so they were holding my head up.

"Covered in gold" He smiled. "That sounds really cool!" I gushed. I didn't know much about what went on during the day concerning his band, but I was always supportive of him. "It's one of my favorites on the album." He explained. "Kings of Suburbia, right?" I remembered, and he beamed.

"Yes," He asserted. Our waiter came back with the appetizer and two glasses of water. "Thank you so much" I chimed, taking a sip. "You both ready to order?" "Yup," Tom said. "I'll have the risotto" I began. "And I'll have the osso buco" He grabbed our menus, giving them to the waiter. "Alright! That'll be out soon" She assured us, and we dug into the starter course.

"I'm really happy we got to have a date night" I expressed. "After we could go for dessert someplace" He commented. "That sounds amazing."

The waiter came back with our food soon enough, and we savored every last bite. We got the check, paid, and left. "Do you know where the nearest ice cream place is?" I asked on the way back to the car. He wondered for a moment, humming lowly. "I think one is ten minutes away? Not too far" He replied. "That sounds good" I laid my head on his shoulder as we walked back.

slight time skip sorry

As we entered the small ice cream parlor, I glanced at the large menu above the cashier's head. "Welcome! What can I get you both?" She asked as we approached her. "Tom, what do you want?" "Hot fudge sundae?" I agreed. "Alright, that'll be ten dollars." I pulled out my small hand purse ready to pay, but tom stopped me. "It's okay love, I got it since you paid for dinner"

We sat at a small table, and waited for the ice cream to finish being made. "Number 483?" The lady at the register called. "That's me" Tom got up, getting the ice cream and carrying it back to me. "Oooh" I gushed. "Right? It looks so good" He exclaimed, sitting down once again.

I nodded eagerly, taking one of the spoons he had gotten. I dug in immediately, and moaned lowly in joy. "Sooo good," I said with a mouthful, and he laughed. "Glad you're enjoying it love" He said as he took a scoop.

He squeezed my hand gently from across the table, and I glanced at him. "You have ice cream above your lips" He pointed out, wiping it with his thumb. "Thank you!" I murmured happily, still enjoying the dessert. "You're welcome" He eats the last bit, and I pout.

"Hey! You stole the last bite!" I whined. "I'll make it up to you later" He pulls me up from the table and whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "Promise" He opened the door leaving the parlor for me, hand placed against my lower back.

He started the car as I pulled on my seatbelt, and we began the drive home. I was excited to go home and see Cora, I loved her deeply and I wanted to spend every second with her.

With the car parked and the engine shut off, we walked inside, and Cora ran to me and Tom, begging to be picked up.

"Hi baby!" I cooed, holding the back of her head. Natalie walked over to us, a coloring pack in her hand. "Was she good?" I tilted my head so I could see her better.

"Oh she was the best, we had so much fun." Natalie stroked Cora's cheek slowly. "Thank you so much for babysitting." I handed her a fifty-dollar bill and said goodbye.

Cora yawned and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. I looked at the time, it was nine o'clock. "You're tired honey aren't you" Tom rubbed her back. There was no response from her, meaning she must have fallen asleep. "Aw" I whispered, bringing her upstairs and placing her in her crib.

"Night my love" I said, making sure she was comfortable. I grabbed the baby monitor as I walked out. Tom was already in the bedroom we shared getting undressed, and I joined, sliding my silk dress down my shoulders.

"Thank you for tonight" Tom whispered, dragging me to the bed. "I need to get change-" He cut me off. "Just sleep like this tonight, yeah?" He asked. I was already exhausted so I obliged, falling asleep on his chest.

a/n: thank you for the request love you!!! sorry if I over or underdid anything dialogue wise xx Alaiah 😘 ❤️

(i thank Heidi everyday for that photo of Tom's hand)

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #itsmealaiah #heidi klum

[kedreeva]

Why I’m Mad About Eddie

Okay, so, like I said earlier, I’m not mad about the fact that Eddie died, the fact that he died is NOT the source of my anger. I’m mad about the poor storytelling that led to it not even being a good death, after they set it up to be a GREAT death. I’m mad (furious) because I deserve to be heartbroken over his death, I deserve to have bawled my eyes out, I deserve the catharsis of a good character death, not this rage burning in me over the disservices done.

If you’re mad about it but can’t quite place why you’re mad (instead of heartbroken, like we deserve to be, I deserve to be suffering a raw, gaping wound in my chest right now!!!), maybe this will help.

I want to be clear at the start here that the following is not an analysis of Eddie as a person, none of this is going to be treating him as if he were a real person. This is about Eddie as a tool of the plot, as a tool of the writers, as a character within a story being told by people that should be able to do their jobs better. If you see me saying things like “Eddie did X” or “Eddie thought X” the intent is not that Eddie, the person, performed these actions, but rather that the writers wrote him as performing these actions.

So with that, let’s proceed.

The core of my problem with Eddie’s death is that the manner in which he died is trying to sell us the opposite message to what the narration showed us to that point. The way the death is set up, the writers are trying to sell us on the message “Eddie is a coward that becomes a hero when he stops running away.” Unfortunately for the writers, that’s NOT what the rest of the narration has shown us, so that message ends up feeling empty.

So let’s look at that. When does Eddie run away?

The first and biggest instance, the one he remembers right before he turns around, is when Chrissy dies. Now, we as viewers might be tempted to believe he “ran away” here, but that’s only even slightly true when we look at him through the lens of having experienced the other characters. Look at the situation objectively; he invites a nice girl he’s a little soft on over to buy some drugs to help her relax because she’s CLEARLY going through it. He leaves her alone for a few seconds to look for said drugs, and when he comes back she starts levitating with her eyes rolled all the way back in her head, and then all of her bones break for no visible reason, and her face implodes. I don’t know anyone who would stick around through that, that is objectively horrifying, so I don’t see taking off as a cowardly action AT ALL,especially since there’s no way for Eddie to know if whatever caused that will turn and do it to him next.

I’m sorry but a 20 year old kid still literally trying to just graduate high school, whose life has been Very Normal up until now (or at least, Very Mundane) is excused from taking off at this point, especially because what’s he gonna do if he stays? He cannot help her. He cannot call the cops himself; there’s absolutely NO chance a cop believes “officer she levitated and something invisible broke all of her bones and smashed her face in, it totally was not me” from the town drug dealer. They should because it’s literally true, but they aren’t gonna. They are going to, reasonably for the information they would have, believe he’s on drugs and killed her. And Eddie learning what actually happened after the fact? Learning it was a supernatural monster that he literally would have had zero power to stop? I can, a little bit, understand him feeling like he SHOULD have been able to do something, but narratively speaking from outside of the story, taking off wasn’t a cowardly move. That was the right move, and the only one he could have made. We know, and he finds out, that there was fuck all he could have done except leave to stay alive to fight another day.

Okay, so when else does he run, that would support the narrative that he’s a coward? He runs from the cops when they’re trying to track him down for murdering Chrissy. But… he didn’t murder Chrissy and, again, there’s no way the cops are going to just believe him if he tells them the truth. Also like!! Good for him for running from the cops, this is not the day and age to tell a story about how you should turn yourself in for crimes you didn’t commit. So that’s another example of Eddie bolting when it’s perfectly reasonable and ostensibly correct to do so.

So when else? Well, he runs from the jock pack when they come to try to kill him with guns. I don’t know about you but if I know meathead religious fanatics that hate me are coming for me with guns, I’m not sticking around to test the theory that I’m bulletproof. I’m getting the fuck out of there, and Eddie did too, and he was right to do so. That’s self-preservation. That’s the only correct move to make, again. Lose the battle, win the war.

As another example, my friend brought up the DND game where he advises the players to run instead of fight, and I can’t really take this one seriously because there’s no stakes and he’s the DM. If they fight or run, there’s no real life consequences. No one actually gets hurt, no one actually dies. DMs are supposed to give their players a little shit. They’re supposed to goad them a little. They’re also supposed to watch out for them; he’s got their info, he’s got imaginary Vecna’s info, he knows the odds. Any good DM wants the players to have a good time, not just have their characters die for no good reason and them be upset IRL(the irony here is outrageous, with that the writers of this fucking show should want the viewers to have a good time not just have characters die for no good reason and us be upset… but I digress). So imo, again, he’s not acting as a coward, he’s acting as a DM responsible for the good time of other kids he’s playing with.

Those are the major times I can think of that Eddie is shown “running away” and none of them are acts of cowardice. They are all reasonable, normal reactions to incomprehensible and/or dangerous situations. So where is the narrative that he’s a coward coming from?? Because you know what I see? I see exactly the opposite being told to us, in the chances he has to run away where he chooses NOT to run already. They play his death like it’s somehow the first time ever that he’s chosen to not run but it’s literally not even the second or third time!

He may not stay to fight an entire posse of armed jocks, but you know when he does hold his ground? When Steve is jabbing around the boathouse with an oar. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to defend himself at that point. He’s ready to fight Steve with just a broken bottle rather than bolt. He ran when he was panicked, terrified, out of his normal mind with confusion. But as soon as he has his feet under him and is dealing with something he understands? He holds his ground.

The girls jump into the water after Steve, and Eddie tells Steve after that, you know, what was he going to do, NOT go after them? And he’s kind of playing it like he didn’t have a choice because he didn’t want to be shown up in courage by the girls, but I’m sorry, an actual coward would not have gone after them regardless of reputation. At the very least, a coward would have waited in the boat, and reasoned to himself that, well, someone needs to be here when they get back, someone needs to be able to pull them out of the water etc (which imo isn’t even all that cowardly, that could be very helpful if they needed it). A coward does not dive into a pitch black lake in the middle of the night, to swim through the little fiery gate to hell at the bottom. That’s not cowardly behavior, even if it is motivated by not wanting to look bad in front of others. He is scared, terrified, and he goes anyway, knowing full well he might die. That’s literally the definition of bravery: being afraid and doing it anyway. And what’s more?? Is that by that point, they’ve explained the deal to him. He is informed about the Upside Down by then. He was told the equivalent of “hell is trying to break into our world and we’re the only people that know and we have to stop it but we might die” and he fucking goes anyway.

Which is like. The Mordor speech is another point. They explain to him the deal, and they give him an out when there’s no pressure. He can hide out safely here, they’ll go do what they do (what they clearly know how to do, have done before, and are pretty sure they can do), and he does not need to be involved. No one is currently actively in danger when they ask him. The people around him clearly understand that what they are asking is Big and no one there is going to blame him for saying yeah, I think I’ll stay here, good luck. THAT would have been the action of a coward. That would have been the point to run away, when he could have done so with some modicum of dignity. But instead, he stands up and he tells them he doesn’t want to do this, but it’s the right thing to do, and he’s going to do it with them. That is a hero’s choice. He knows there is a chance he will die, he knows there is a chance they all die, he knows there’s a chance it will hurt and be terrifying and that if they fail the world might end. He knows!! He knows because they told him and he says Alright, let’s do it. Bravery is not the absence of fear, it is being terrified and doing it anyway, and that’s what Eddie chooses in that moment and in the lake and at the trailer. Even if he’d run away the entire rest of the season before that point, THAT moment in the woods is the point Eddie decided not to run away. That is the point, narratively, where choosing to not run away mattered; when he knew the stakes and chose to stay despite them. That’s the point where Eddie decided, narratively speaking, to become a hero.

Which is kind of weird, because the writers shortly afterward try to sell us, the viewers, on the opposite message. The group comes up with the plan; Eddie and Dustin square off with the demobats while Steve, Nancy, and Robin square off with Vecna. Neither group can handle both things. Both groups are important to the success of this mission. The trio is going to be sneaking up on what is basically a sleeping target, and with the bats gone all they have to do is watch where they step. Eddie and Dustin, on the other hand, are going to be literally facing off against hundreds, if not thousands, of massive, demonic bats that want to literally eat them alive. And the writers look us dead in the eyes and try to tell us through Dustin and Steve and Eddie’s conversation, that this is somehow NOT heroic.

Excuse me?

If I was faced with calling hundreds of giant killer demon bats to me, I would 100% consider that a heroic action. That’s brave as fuck!! Eddie has seen those fuckers up close and personal! He knows the damage even just one or two can do. He’s WELL aware he ends up as lunch if he’s not good enough. But he does it. He plays right there out in the open and then he stands back to back with Dustin and fights the bats that get inside. They both fight like hell to keep the demobats’ attention and keep each other alive.

So, up to this point… the narrative has shown us that Eddie actually doesn’t run away. In fact, it’s shown us the exact opposite: that given information and a choice, Eddie chooses, repeatedly, to stay, to help, to fight. Eddie chooses bravery (being afraid and doing it anyway) SEVERAL times in major ways.

Which is the first reason why his death rankles SO MUCH. The writers tried to TELL us that Eddie was “redeeming” his earlier cowardice (running away) by choosing to stay and fight, but they told us this after spending all season SHOWING us the opposite. Bad.

But… that’s also not all.

While the mixed message of cowardice/bravery does suck, it’s not the only fuck up in this death. It’s the characterization fuck up, it’s the one that leaves me feeling confused and the action devoid of emotion; you can’t turn someone into a hero if they were already a hero. It’s an empty message. Hollow.

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The other major reason revolves around the plot.

Like I said above, the point where Eddie actually decided to stay and fight was during the Mordor speech. That was the point where he was no longer running. But, let’s pretend that this wasn’t obvious enough, or even that it’s “easy” to decide to stay when nothing bad is currently going on in their vicinity. Maybe the argument is that bravery only counts when the shit hits the fan. Okay. So when does the shit hit the fan?

The shit hits the fan when the demobats are breaking into the trailer.

Back up a little, for clarity. The PLAN goes like this: Eddie and Dustin distract the demobats, to buy the trio time to get to Vecna. When the trio reaches Vecna, the demobats will turn their attention away from Eddie and Dustin, and go for the house to protect Vecna. This is understood by all party members, and is incorporated into the plan.

Now, here’s what the writers tell us the characters “know.” Attacking Vecna will alert the bats, as will touching vines, and the bats will leave the trailer to go to Vecna if either occurs. The Upside Down creatures they are going to be dealing with are a hive mind- if ONE of the creatures notices them, ALL of the creatures will notice them (which we and they have also seen in other demo-creatures in other seasons, so there’s no reason not to believe this is true).

What this MEANS is that as far as the characters know, as long as the bats are at the trailer, the trio has not A) stepped on any vines or B) started the fight. This also tells us that the trio expects the bats to fly from the trailer to the house and that that time is immutable and factored into the plan already. It also means that Eddie and Dustin can be sure that as long as the bats are at the trailer, the trio is fine (see A and B above) and on plan.

So, that leaves us with this: as long as the bats are at the trailer, Eddie and Dustin have NO reason to believe the trio is off-plan or in need of anything. As far as the duo knows, the trio has not been caught by vines (they have, but there’s NO WAY for Eddie and Dustin to know that, and in fact they must assume the opposite given what we have been shown they “know” about how touching the vines will alert the bats). The demobats (according to what we have been shown the characters know) will remain at the trailer trying to get to them until one of three things happens- they acquire new prey (the trio), they kill the duo, or the duo escapes in a way the bats cannot follow and they give up (at which point they may or may not leave, if they have nowhere in particular to go, we don’t really know what they do without prey besides fly around I guess).

Given that the bats ARE still at the trailer (meaning the trio is on task and safe) and ARE still trying to get to Eddie and Dustin (meaning the immutable flight time between trailer and house has not begun)… what is Eddie buying time FOR? They have the bats’ attention whether or not he does what he does. The trio, as far as he has any reason to believe, is safe. They haven’t communicated any problems. And (and this is IMPORTANT because we are talking about the WRITERS) we, the viewers, are not shown any indication that the plan is delayed in a way the Eddie or Dustin characters would be aware of. Neither of them mention “it’s taking too long” re: the Vecna battle beginning. From Eddie’s POV, we are given NO indication whatsoever that there’s any REASON to need to buy more time. We are shown that the trio is in distress, being strangled by vines but a) Eddie doesn’t know that, because touching the vines is supposed to set off the bats and they’re still at the trailer and b) he cannot “buy time” against the vines strangling them because extra time won’t do anything for that.

Narratively speaking, there’s no good reason for him to try to buy more time in the first place, either from his POV or outside of his POV.

On top of that, we’ve reached the “the shit hits the fan” moment, when Eddie is staring up at Dustin, the demobats are closing in, and Eddie is faced with a choice- leave with Dustin (which is following the plan and is a good move to make) or stay and fight (or to “buy time” for whatever that means). He chooses to stay to buy time for the trio. My wife pointed out that she thought he might be buying time for Dustin, but I would counter that with saying that there’s no indication of that. Their mission is to buy time for the trio, and he doesn’t say “buying YOU time” he just says “buying time.” To me, this indicates he is attempting to further their original mission.

Now, don’t get me wrong here. Eddie’s attempt to “buy time” was not completely without merit, it was just completely without merit the way it was set up and fulfilled. And that’s because it came before his clear “decision” to stay and fight was shown to us in flashbacks, without any indication that more time was actually needed, and because what he did before fighting (staying, running) was not recognized for what it was.

Here’s the deal. They have two sets of time which they could choose to try to increase; the time they are holding the demobats’ attention and the time it takes the demobats to get back to the house. The former increases no matter what, as long as they are focused on Eddie. The latter ONLY increases if Eddie is in motion away from the house, thus leading the demobats farther away and increasing the time it takes to fly back. The literal ONLY way to buy time in that second set is to run away from the house, and keep running until he cannot do so anymore.

Which is WHY it’s so senseless for him to have turned around to fight in the middle of running. He cannot win a fight against hundreds of demobats. He just can’t. And they were going to give chase to him again momentarily whether he turned around or not, so the best use of his time and energy is in fact not fighting, it is putting one more foot and one more foot and one more foot of distance between the demobats and the house where the trio is going to be fighting. Running away is literally the best way to buy time and save them.

Not fighting, not hiding, not holding down the fort. Running. Away. The thing we’ve been told he does, the thing he believes he does, even if we’ve been shown the opposite. The writers set up the exact situation in which running away is literally the correct and best answer for how to save the group. And then they give the extremely mixed and empty message that actually, turning to face the monsters and fight them for no good reason is the heroic thing to do. But why? They show us flashbacks at that point that are supposed to tell us that Eddie is just now considering that he should stop and turn and fight. NOW of all times??? NOW is the first we are shown that he thought of it? The writers certainly seem to think that this is the point, because they are flashing us back now. But that’s ridiculous, narratively, because he already decided to stay instead of flee, back at the Mordor speech. He already decided to sacrifice himself back at the trailer. We’ve been shown that he only runs when it’s sensible to do so, and that he’s perfectly willing to be brave when it’s appropriate, especially if it means protecting others.

So one of my other friends brought up this: Eddie believes he is a coward, regardless of his actions. She pointed out that she could see where even if he was not a coward, he might believe it enough to do what he did. The problem with this is... Remember way back at the beginning of this post where I said I will be talking about Eddie as a character and a plot tool? Eddie "believing" he is a coward is taking Eddie as a person, not a character in a narrative. It is perfectly reasonable for a character to believe something counter to the narrative! But... it has to be shown that it actually is counter to the narrative. There has to be some indication, an acknowledgment from the narrative, that while this character believes X, the truth is actually Y. And that doesn't happen here. The indication we get is that the Eddie character believes the times he ran were cowardly and that the actions that get him killed are not, and the writers, instead of reminding us that's not actually true by what we've been shown, try to use flashbacks to tell us that we should agree because they think the narrative supports that conclusion. Except it doesn't. Despite their best efforts, the narrative so far has communicated the opposite of what they try to sell us at the moment of his death. They want us to look at those flashbacks, agree that he's been a coward, and be happy that in this moment he is turning around to become a hero. But Eddie didn't become a hero in that moment by turning around. Eddie was already a hero. Eddie has been a hero practically the entire season so far.

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And that’s just… the problem. The writers completely failed to communicate the messages they wanted to communicate, and this meant that the things they SAID to us were hollow compared to the things they SHOWED us, and also ill timed.

Hope that helps.

This is part 2, that I added in a reblog but I'm including here now so I don't have to keep looking up the reblog:

Oh my god I'm sorry, I'm apparently not finished, a 4500 word dissertation was apparently not enough to locate all the things they did poorly with regards to Eddie's death and storyline.

I messed up, I looked at this purely from the perspective of Eddie as if he was in a vacuum, and he's not, and the entire- the whole entire season, everyone's plotline revolves around how running (or walking) away is the right decision sometimes. The literal threaded theme music through the season is 'Running up that Hill.' And yeah, some of the message is that at some point, turning to face the music (I'm sorry) may be necessary, but not until you're prepared to do so. Not when you're alone (at least not unless you're alone and cornered). Not when doing so will get you killed.

In Max's storyline, it's actually vital that she run away. She's the party's zoomer, running and being fast is built into her character design. Running from Vecna is what saves her life the first time he comes for her. Listening to a song about running away keeps her safe until they have a plan. More importantly, running to her support group, to her friends, to help so she's not alone, is what saves her fucking life. When she finally does face down Vecna? She hides. The plan is to have her hide out in the school dance gym, where she won't have to fight. Hiding, after spending all this time running, is good and right!! When she must be alone with no one able to help - just like Eddie being alone for Chrissy, for the cops, for the jocks - her job is to run, to hide, and to wait for support. Running is good because fighting alone is bad.

El's big moment with Papa this season? It wasn't when she fought him. It wasn't when she faced him down, those were the lead ups. Her crowning moment with him was when she ran from him. It was when her support group reached her and she looked at him as he was dying and asking her to stay, and she walked away from him. She was not the one to take him down. She tried facing him. She tried fighting him. It didn't work. Leaving, running away, was what finally got her free of him (and this also tracks with season 1, where literally the entire show launches because she ran away from danger and found support to stand beside her). And she was right to do so! I cheered so loud when she left him to die in the dirt. I rooted for every step she took trying to escape him. Running away was good and right because fighting alone is bad.

Jonathan, Argyle, Mike, and Will all ran away from the bad guys, taking the pizza truck and fucking booking it out of there to safety. They spend most of the season on the run! And you know what? It takes them right where they need to be, to catch El when she's falling. Running when you can't beat the odds is right and good. Running so you can fight another day is the smart move, sticking together and finding your group members is the best course of action.

Hopper, when he is alone in Russia, isn't about to take on the entire prison. What's his plan? Fucking run the fuck away!! Of course it is!! That's the only sensible plan he can possibly have! Running away from that danger is right and good! They only go back when he finds the others and they have a plan.

Go back to season 2- when does Will really get into trouble? When he takes the bad advice from Bob that he should turn and face his attacker. When he stops avoiding the mind flayer, it takes him. Bob's advice could have been good advice... in a mundane situation. But they're not in a mundane setting. They're in a supernatural horror setting, and turning to face the monsters when you're alone and have no plan gets you killed. His mother moves him all the way across the country to get him away from it, and granted it finds them anyway and they do end up going back, but... it's after they find Hopper. Joyce left after losing that part of their support network. El, as part of that section of the story, faces her attacker (the school bully) alone, and both times it gets her into worse trouble than walking away, even getting her arrested, taken away from the group and ultimately getting the group chased after (hey look running away) by people who try to kill them.

Just about the only character that routinely snatches up a weapon and stands their ground seemingly on instinct is... Steve. And you know what? He repeatedly gets his ass kicked because of it. He gets his ass kicked so many times it has become a running joke that he can't win a fight. It's become a staple of his character, even to the point of Dustin, in season 3, straight up making a plan that outright involves Steve not getting into a fight (and ironically that's the one human fight he wins) because that's a bad plan. It's a last resort. Fighting is what they do when they've exhausted all other options and have no choice (and this is also a message repeated many times throughout the series, as "this sucks and we don't want to/shouldn't have to do this but there's no one else and no choice, we have to fight").

Over and over and over and over the writers show us "running away is sometimes the right choice to make" and yet... And yet they tell us "Eddie Munson is a coward for running away." Why? Why is he any different than literally anyone else? Why, when he is alone and cannot possibly win, is he the only one punished for running away until the group can find him? He didn't run away when it mattered! He chose to fight with the group when it would make a difference, when they had a plan and were able to support one another. Narratively speaking his death was a horrible mixed message compared to the narrative of the entire rest of the season, and every other character.

Anyway I've run all the way up this fucking hill, I guess I'm gonna die on it.

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Allow me a few more minutes of your time, I know this is long already but hear me out about a couple simple changes to the narrative that would have shifted everything:

Imagine if you will, that we have everything set up the same, right up until Dustin goes through the gate into Eddie’s trailer in the real world.

And then imagine that this is the point where Eddie pauses, and remembers being in this very same fucking trailer with Chrissy and being helpless. There’s nothing he could have done then. Imagine getting the flashbacks NOW, while he’s still in the trailer, and his decision hinging not on his guilt over running (which was reasonable) but on his helplessness in that moment. He couldn't save Chrissy but he can save these people, here, in the now. Imagine him remembering the trio talking the timing of the plan over, and imagine Eddie communicating to Dustin in the now that “It’s been too long. The bats should be heading for the house by now. They need help.” and imagine him telling Dustin that he’ll get the bats out of there, lead them away, buy time, and that Dustin needs to go help the others. In no way does he want to send Dustin to do this, in no way does he want to endanger Dustin, but he’s the only one there is and the fate of the fucking world may depend on the party succeeding. That, and it’s currently far more dangerous right now to be demobat bait.

Imagine that he gets out of the house, and onto the bike, knowing full well that if he doesn’t get the bats as far away as he can as fast as possible, the bats may see Dustin (which incidentally places the emotion of the moment on a character we know and love and are also invested in, instead of some random person we had for half a second 4 seasons in). Imagine that he’s desperate to buy that time because it matters now, the stakes of him buying time are so fucking high now. He’s learned to run, and now running is the thing that is going to save the others, maybe the world. He’s running knowing full well that running may get him killed, because the bats are faster than he is, but the group needs him. Running, in this moment IS an act of bravery. This is what he can do, he’s supposed to be good at it. So he does it.

And imagine the moment the bats do catch up, and they do drag him off the bike, and there’s no help coming, and imagine that he literally walks backward deeper into hell while fending them off, fighting tooth and nail for one more foot of distance, and one more, and one more, because the farther he can walk, the farther the bats are from the trio and from Dustin. The more time he can buy for Dustin to reach them, the better their chances of surviving are, even if Eddie doesn’t.

And imagine that this makes a difference. Imagine Dustin reaching the group and pulling out one of the firebombs from their dropped packs, and burning the vines into releasing the trio, and someone demands to know where Eddie is, and Dustin telling them he’s being a hero, don’t waste his sacrifice, and he looks like he’s gonna cry but they don’t have TIME. And Vecna is aware of them now because of the firebomb, but when they get there, his attention gets yanked to El arriving in the Upside Down and challenging him and he can’t split his attention. So they attack him while El is attacking. Maybe it trades off where he’s focusing. Maybe their attack is what distracts him just enough for El to hear Mike and get out of her vines after Vecna was starting to win.

And maybe none of that makes a difference in the end, maybe what ultimately happens to Eddie doesn’t change. Maybe Eddie does die knowing full well that that was the inevitable consequence of his choice. Or maybe they beat Vecna fast enough the bats drop and he lives. At that point, living or dying is narratively the same intensity (although obviously I would prefer he live, I would have accepted and mourned if he has died, instead of being full of rage). Either he died an actual hero whose actions really did buy time and allow the party to survive, or he lives knowing that sometimes, actually, running is the right choice, if it means surviving to continue the fight.

So. That’s why I am mad about his death. Not because it happened, but because it happened in such a completely senseless and ultimately useless manner. He didn’t buy time. He didn’t actually save anyone. He didn’t even really complete his own narrative arc the way it had been set up. He just died and we’re being told we should be very proud of him and terribly sad because he was a hero, and instead I’m mildly disgusted, disappointed, and furious at the inability of the writers to tell a coherent story about his death.

Hope that helps.

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