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linopls · 7 months

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kinktober day five

first time jeongin x fem!reader summary: spending the night in your childhood bedroom with one of your members didn't go as you expected it. warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mentions of underage drinking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v 3.1k words (whoops)

they are both adults (18) here!

“you smell like a red, white, and berry smirnoff.”

jeongin giggles, “your childhood bedroom is cute.”

you never thought any of the stray kids members would visit your childhood home in the states until the boys suggested you come back home for your senior prom. you had committed to finishing your senior year online while still being a member of stray kids knowing that you would miss many of your senior traditions. but the boys could not let go of the idea of you missing your senior prom.

your defensive argument is you had no reason to go as you didn’t have a date, all the boys jumped on the opportunity to take you. chan, minho, and changbin were all too old, according to the permission slip. seungmin and jisung were too worried about not knowing enough english, and hyunjin and felix had both planned trips with their families during this time of break.

this left jeongin, who didn’t care if he didn’t know enough english.

“isn’t prom just dancing anyways?” jeongin asked you a month before the dance, both of you sitting in the JYPE cafe snacking between practices.

“it is,” you reply, taking a fork full of your salad. “but i’ll want you to meet and get to know all my friends.”

“then you can translate for me, think of it as korean practice!”

“pfft, i don’t need more korean practice, you can think of it as english practice.”

jeongin rolls his eyes at you while stuffing his face full of pizza. “i’m going with you to this out of the kindness of my heart, don’t be mean,” he says with his mouth full.

“you are literally the only one able to go.”

about two weeks before the dance, stray kids was finishing promotions for their comeback and you were walking back to the dressing room.

“wait here,” chan says, stopping you outside the door. confusion paints your face as chan stands in front of the door handle, blocking you from entering. you both sit in silence for a minute when there’s a small knock on the door. chan opens the door without saying anything.

you’re greeted with balloons and streamers. on your left hyunjin is holding out a small cake, on your right, felix, minho, seungmin, and changbin, jisung are holding signs that spell out “PROM?”, and in the middle of jeongin is holding a sign that reads ‘I have a QUESTION and I hope there’s no AWKWARD SILENCE but…”

you gasp, hands covering your mouth, and tears form in the corners of your eyes. you never had been asked to a school dance, and never thought you would be. but here’s jeongin, recruiting the help of all the members, to ask you with a cheesy sign.

“my prom research told me that boys usually ask their partners to prom with a sign,” jeongin says walking towards you. “so what do you say?”

you nod, afraid that if you speak you’ll start to cry. you run to hug jeongin and he drops the sign and envelopes you in a warm hug.

“i can’t believe my parents haven’t touched it since i left.”

“it still fits your personality, cute and bubbly.”

jeongin squeezes himself between you and the wall on your twin size bed. he pulls up the pink, polka dot covers over the two of you and cuddles up next to you.

“how much did you drink?” you ask.

“only one,” he says. “we can’t legally drink here.”

you laugh. “and that stopped none of us.”

your friends had encouraged you to host an after party at your house, since your parents were out of state. you and jeongin drink often in korea, being 18 and 19 accordingly. so he found it funny that none of the party goers could legally purchase alcohol but brought a ton of it to the party. both of you only drank one or two beverages, being the hosts of the party you both wanted to remain sober enough. and red, white, and berry smirnoffs being the drink of choice, jeongin claimed it would make him feel more american.

you both lay there in silence, scrolling through socials and updating the boys on how the dance was.

“oh my god,” you sigh.

“what?” jeongin says, trying to catch a peak of whatever you’re looking at on your phone.

“my friend abby, you know the one in the red dress you meant, just texted us that she’s getting laid tonight.”

“what?” jeongin exclaimed, “she seemed so sweet and innocent.”

“she is!” you laugh. “we all had placed bets on when we’d lose our virginities in, like, middle school, they all said i would be first. but now i guess i’m last.”

“its not a race,” jeongin says.

“i know, i know.” you pout. “but i’m sick of all the boys teasing me for it all the time!”

“they tease me about it too!” he says, sitting up on one of his elbows, turning to face you.

being the youngest two members meant you and jeongin got teased about not doing ‘adult things’ a lot. like neither of you were able to drive, neither ever bought a lottery ticket, or neither had ever had sex.

“what if we did it?”

“what?” you’re in shock, you feel like you can’t move. you had never thought about jeongin like that. you both had agreed that going to prom together was completely platonic, even though he made the sign, you wore matching colors, and you guys exchanged corsages and boutonnieres.

“i’m just thinking like, if we did it, neither of us would be virgins and they would stop teasing us for it.”

jeongin notices your shocked impression and quickly begins to apologize.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it like that, i was just saying that-”

“they would tease us for doing it with each other,” you say, turning your phone off and placing it on your nightstand.

you look over at jeongin and now he looks confused. “although,” you wonder aloud. “we wouldn’t have to tell them, we could just say we aren’t next time they bring it up. lie about who we did it with.”

“how?” jeongin asks.

“i dunno, say i reconnected with someone back here, and then you could say you met someone at the company and it was a fling.”

“they wouldn’t believe that, i don't have the ability to flirt with people like that,” jeongin laughs awkwardly.

the air feels tense. you and jeongin are sat in silence, both staring at each other looking for some sort of answer. jeongin scoots closer to you. you again can smell the smirnoff on his breath. he slowly reaches one of his hands up and places it on your cheek, gently caressing your soft cheek.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, almost at a whisper.

“yeah,” you whisper back.

his lips met yours and it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain. his lips are so soft and move perfectly in sync with yours. he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. you move one of your hands up his torso, stopping at where his chest and neck met, you can feel the warmth of his skin on your hand and it feels like you both should’ve done this a long time ago.

he slowly assists you onto your back and he lays on top of you, his legs slotted between yours. he keeps one hand on the back of your hand and uses the other to grip onto your thigh and pull it up to wrap around his middle. his gentle ministrations send butterflies down to your core and you mindlessly move both of your hands to his hips and pull his body closer to yours.

you both uncontrollably moan at the sensation of your clothed centers coming in contact with each other. the kiss becomes more messy as jeongin slips his warm tongue into your mouth and you both unconsciously grind onto each other.

jeongin is the first to pull away, a line of spit still connecting your mouths, and both of you out of breath. “jesus y/n,” he said breathlessly.

you giggle as you pull his hips closer to you once again. jeongin smashes his lips onto yours, more hungrily this time. he continues to grind his hips into your clothed core, the sensation driving you wild. he begins to kiss down your jaw and neck stopping at the collar of your shirt.

“can i take this off?” he whispers against your skin and his hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your shirt.

you nod and jeongin slowly starts to lift your shirt up your body, you sit up slightly so that he can fully lift it over your head.

“wow.”

“what?”

“you’re beautiful,” jeongin says as he leans back down to kiss at your now exposed chest. as he kisses down between your breasts and down your stomach you interlock your fingers with his dark, slightly wet hair. when he kisses the spot right above the waistband of your pants he looks back up at you.

“do you want me to…” he trails off.

“if you want to,” you reply, barely a whisper.

“yeah,” he says unsurely. “i don’t know how to.”

you laugh and he places his forehead on your stomach in embarrassment. “y/n don’t laugh at me.”

“i’m not laughing at you. you’re just cute.”

he looks back up at you. “are you kidding me?”

“i’ll tell you what to do, okay?” you reassure him.

you reach for his hands and put them at the waistband of your pajama pants. you assist him in pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. the feeling of the cool air in the bedroom on your core sends shivers down your spine. the whole scene hits you now and you realize what you’re about to do with your bandmate. you close your legs in embarrassment and jeongin looks up at you.

“hey, are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, holding your hand in his.

you nod slowly. “i’m just nervous, i guess. never done this before.”

“it’s okay, it's me, your best friend in the whole world, i’ll never think of you differently,” he says, squeezing your hand gently.

“you promise?”

“yeah, i do.” he smiles at you, the cute smile you love to see plastered on his face. where his dimples come out and his cheeks are round and you just want to grab him and kiss him all over his face. “so please, open your legs for me.”

you could never dream about your innocent jeongin saying those words to you, his words send a wave of arousal to your core. you very slowly part your legs for him and he stares at your core in awe.

“wow, y/n, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“please,” you whisper, begging for him to touch where you need him most.

“tell me if i’m doing anything wrong, m’kay?” he says, moving his face closer to your core.

he sticks his tongue out and gently swipes it across your clit. the feeling is sent through your whole body and you whimper out in response. jeongin takes that as a ‘go ahead’ and presses his tongue flat against your sensitive bud.

“m-more, please,” you whine, lacing your fingers into his hair again.

jeongin giggles and starts to flick his tongue back and forth on your clit. he lays one of his arms across your stomach to support himself and uses his other hand to part your lips for him. he moves off your clit and gently runs his tongue over your sopping wet hole. you moan in response loudly before slapping one of your hands over your mouth.

jeongin looks up at you. “shh, you don’t want to wake your friends, do you?” he teases.

your mind had been so overwhelmed with the idea of having sex with jeongin that you forgot that all your friends were still in your house from the party. next door was your brother's room in which your brother and two of his friends were sleeping in.

you shake your head but keep your hand over your mouth and jeongin gets back to work. he teasingly pokes his tongue in and out of your hole and you moan out in pleasure again, this time it's muffled by your hand. jeongin moves his tongue back up to your clit and swirls the sensitive muscle in small circles. you tug at his hair with the hand you still have in his soft, black locks. jeongin groans in response and the sound sends shivers down your spine.

“m-more please,” you whine. “your-your fingers.”

jeongin quickly listens to your pleas and slides his index finger into your entrance. you whimper in response and without realizing it, you’re grinding down onto his mouth and fingers. jeongin begins to work his tongue and fingers swiftly at your core, flicking small circles on your clit and slowly fucking your hole with his finger. before long, he adds a second finger and curls them both until he finds the spot that has your back arching off the bed.

he begins working more vigorously, wanting nothing more than for you to finish on his fingers and tongue. he begins to rotate from gentle flicks at your clit to sucking on the bud gently. he adds a third finger and you begin to feel the knot form in your stomach. you’ve never felt like this before, only ever finishing by yourself, the feeling of someone else being in control of it has you seeing stars. as jeongin goes back to swirling small circles on your clit, you feel yourself leaking onto your bedsheets and that your orgasm is going to spill over.

“i’m gonna cum, jeongin please, please,” you whine at a whisper. jeongin doesn’t break his pace and soon you’re biting down on your hand, your eyes rolls back into your head, and you're pulling at jeongin’s hair like your life depends on it. he continues to work you through your orgasm, the sounds of your squelching cunt make jeongin moan.

“jeongin, jeongin,” you exclaim and you push his head away from your core just as he starts to overstimulate you.

he looks up and you see your arousal shine all over his face. he pulls his fingers from your hole and sticks them in his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them to clean them off. he starts to crawl back up to be face to face with you and you find your hands moving to the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly starting to pull them down.

“y/n do you have a condom?” jeongin asks before you can free him completely.

“no,” you answer.

“then we don’t have to it’s-”

“its okay, i’m on the pill.”

“what?” jeongin looks dumbfounded, like you just asked him to hand over his firstborn child.

“i’m serious, it’s okay, i’m on the pill.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i am so sure. i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. jeongin please, i need you.”

jeongin could’ve came on the spot. he quickly pulls his pants down and throws them off the bed. you look down to his red and leaking member, begging to be touched.

“holy shit.”

“what?” jeongin exclaims, worry painting his face.

“you’re huge,” you say before you can filter yourself.

jeongin laughs. “i am not.”

“you are not going to fit,” you laugh, grabbing his hips to pull closer to yours.

his solid cock brushes your entrance and jeongin lets out a whimper-like noise. you gently grab his cock with one of your hands to guide him to your begging core. he’s staring at you, eyes wide, looks like tears could boil over at any second. the feeling of his tip at your hole makes both of you moan.

“jeongin, please fuck me.”

“jesus, y/n,” jeongin moans.

jeongin grabs the base of his cock and slowly pushes it inside of you. you grab at his shoulders, the stretch stinging in a pleasurable manner. you’re both staring at each other, eyes widening as he slowly pushes himself inside you. when he bottoms out, you’re both breathing heavy at the new sensation.

“you can move now,” you whisper after you have gotten used to the feeling.

“if i move, i’ll cum,” jeongin mumbles. you laugh, and jeongin moans.

“y/n don’t fucking laugh, it squeezes me,” jeongin whines.

you chuckle and grab jeongin’s hand. you guide him down to your clit, where he quickly understands and begins to rub small circles on it. you moan loudly, not caring about who hears you anymore. the feeling of jeongin playing with your clit and being so full as you seeing stars.

“jeongin, i need you to move please,” you whine.

he takes a deep breath and slowly slides himself in and out of your wet cunt, not stopping his ministrations on your bundle of nerves. the pleasure is overwhelming, you cover your mouth with your hand again and mumble for him to move faster. he begins to move faster and you can feel the knot forming again.

“fuck,” he moans softly. “you feel so good.”

you whimper in response. “jeongin, i’m gonna cum.”

“fuck,” he moans again, beginning to thrust faster. with each thrust you can feed the head of his cock hit your spot and your eyes roll back into your head. you dig your nails that are still on his shoulder into his skin. tears are beginning to form in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“w-will you cum with me?” jeongin says, tears in his eyes and sweat dripping down his face.

you nod quickly and jeongin buries his face in your neck. you feel is cock twitch a couple times before he paints your walls with his release. you’re quick to follow and soon you’re both a moaning and weeping mess. both uncontrollably thrusting your hips into each other as you finish, leaking all over your bed sheets.

you both lay in silence for a minute, calming yourselves down and slowing your breathing. you’re gently running your fingers through his hair and his rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. you’re the first to break the silence.

“are you okay?”

“i’m great, are you?”

“mhm, feel great.”

“yeah.”

“are you still hard?” you ask, realizing he hadn’t pulled out of you yet.

“maybe,” he chuckles. “wanna go again?”

i got way too carried away with this one hehe

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coryosbaby · 10 months

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Feels like Sugar in Me

[Ethan Landry x bimbo! Reader]

— “ I think you’re perfect.”

Summary: Ethan is insecure about his costume, and you help him think otherwise. (Translation : You and your roommate Ethan give each other head after a Halloween party.)

Warning: a little bit of angst & a lot of fluff, insecurities // oral (m & f recieving), cunnilingus, pussy eating, cum play, mommy kink, handjobs, spit kink, fingering, lots of praise, dom! Reader, sub! virgin! Ethan

He’s the most precious little thing, dressed in his knight costume with his cardboard hat. You think he’s adorable. He frowns when your friends make fun of him, but you just kiss his cheek and defend him with everything you have. He’s your Ethan, after all, and no one should talk bad about the angel you have as your roommate.

And when you’re finally home, when your discarded fairy wings are somewhere off in your bedroom, you take a seat on the couch. Ethan comes out, freshly showered and smelling oh so delicious, like usual. He smiles softly when he sees you there, fairy costume gone, clad in a pink see through robe and— is that lingerie, underneath? Maybe it is; Ethan is used to you wearing such revealing things, and although he tries not to stare it drives him crazy every single time. You don’t mind showing yourself off to Ethan. You trust him to be respectful to you, and you aren’t one to shy away from showing off your body. And why wouldn’t you be? You’re perfect.

You shuffle through a container of leftover vanilla ice cream. Your hair is pulled back away from your face (Ethan has always liked it that way). He offers to order a pizza for the night, and you say yes. You both turn on Halloween because Ethan knows it’s your favorite, and he brings out your favorite blanket when you come back from changing into your pjs because he knows it keeps you warm.

“You’re the sweetest.” You coo to him, as you rest your head against the boys shoulder. It’s a reflex, at this point. You both watch movies a lot, and he enjoys when you rest on him.

“I try to be..” Ethan shyly murmurs. And you giggle as you think back the night.

“You made such a cute little knight.”

Ethan scoffs, but a blush stains the apple of his cheeks at your words. “Yeah, I bet.”

“I’m serious!” You grin, your fingers going up to stroke his soft curls.

“It was terrible.”

“I liked your costume!” You start, as Ethan protests that the night was the suckiest Halloween yet.

“That’s a lie, y/n!” Ethan’s voice is embarrassed as he laughs. “It was horrible. Absolutely.. vile.”

“Vile? That’s a weird way to put it.” You tease. And then you’re frowning at the way the boy avoids your gaze. “But you looked great, E. You know.. I always think you look great.”

He nervously looks over at you, a small smile moving across his plump lips. “Really?”

“Really really. You’re the prettiest boy I know.”

You know it’s probably not something you should say to your supposed best friend, but you can’t help it.

“You really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

It comes out slow and soft, and your body becomes alight with electricity when you realize how close you and the boy in front of you are. He’s looking at you with his lip caught in between his teeth.

“I think you’re perfect, too.” He replies.

You smile. Heat gathers between your legs at the sight of the boys tousled hair, pretty Bambi eyes and biceps bulging out of his shirt.

You kiss him.

It’s a surprise to you both, when the soft plumpness of his lips touch yours. He tastes like ice cream, mouth a bit cold from the sugary treat and laced with a vanilla flavor. He’s awkward, you notice. He’s never kissed anyone before.

When you pull away his eyes are still closed. He’s got a dopey smile on his face, as if he’s just got a taste of his favorite drug.

“I liked that,” Ethan murmurs. A small giggle escapes your lips. Your fingers graze his jaw.

“I was hoping you would.”

He flashes a nervous smile, and then he’s darting his eyes away from you again.

“Can you— can you do it again?”

“If you want,” you suggest. He nods, bringing his palms up to your shoulders.

“I do,” he infers. “I want you to— to do whatever you want to me.”

He doesn’t know exactly how to communicate in times like these. You just chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. He sighs.

“I’m gonna kiss you again, okay?”

He nods eagerly, and he grabs your hips. It’s clumsy, a little bit of an anxious movement, but you place your hands over his and press into your love handles harder. You move into his lap, and a small sound of surprise escapes him.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him again. It’s just as perfect as the first, and you can feel him poking into your inner thigh. Ethan throbs underneath his pajama pants at your touch.

His hands are in your hair, now. Soft palms scrape against your scalp as his lips move jaggedly against you, his chest pressed against the swell of your breasts. He squeaks, then pulls away and asks if he can see your tits. An immediate yes sounds from you, and when you remove your robe and unclip your bra, they’re exposed to the room. Ethan’s eyes can only be described in one word — entranced.

He looks hungry, and his mouth doesn’t hesitate to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, running your hands through his curls and giving them a soft tug. He whines, bucking his hips up.

“Needy boy,” you tease. He agrees solemnly.

“‘M hard,” he murmurs. You laugh at his obviousness.

“Yeah, honey, I noticed that.”

“Can you make it go away?”

He looks up at you and kneads your tits softly in his palms. You can’t say no to that.

“‘Course I will,” you say. You move back and begin to run your fingers along the awaiting bulge, and he breathes heavily. “Can I see it?”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah— anythin’ for you.”

His pants go down, down, down. He isn’t wearing underwear, and his thick length slaps up to his stomach when he moves his waistband down to his thick thighs. Your mouth waters. You’ve never seen such a pretty cock.

Ethan is panting, nervous.

“Do you like it?” He asks, hopeful.

“You’re gorgeous.” You say, in awe. “Fucking perfect. So big..”

He keens at the compliment, and when your hand moves down to his hardening cock and tugs on the base, he pulls away from you and his mouth drops open. You give him a gentle stroke. He moans.

“I.. I like that.” He whimpers out. Precum drips down him like a leaking faucet. He’s so wet.

“Yeah?” A soft moan escapes him when your thumb brushes over his reddened tip. His head tilts back in ecstasy. “You sound so pretty, E. I bet this cock sounds even prettier when it’s inside someone, doesn’t it?”

He shakes his head, aggressive and too concentrated on the pleasure you’re giving him to give a solid answer.

“Never.. I’ve never f-“ a harsh twist of your wrist and he’s keening, a small mewl leaving his plump lips. “Oh my god, please…”

“You’ve never done this before?” Your tone is a teasing lilt. “Never fucked a warm, wet pussy? Hm?”

“Want yours…”

It comes out whiny and desperate. Your mound clenches, empty and aching for Ethan’s poor virgin cock to fill you up. Your tongue lolls out when you look down and see his girthy length again. You sink to your knees, then, and the boy whines in an abrupt protest.

“Come back..”

“In a minute, baby. Let me taste you first.”

Taking his tip against your lips, you press a light kiss to him. He keens, makes a sound low in his throat, and threads his fingers into your hair. You run your tongue along his head and begin to lap up the precum leaking from him. He tastes absolutely divine, and your hands grasp his thighs harshly when you down his cock in one go.

He spasms, and gasps softly. He’s never felt this kind of sensation, and it’s all so new to him that it has his toes curling. You look up at him, so lovingly and angelic, and give him a special look he can’t quite place. He begins to speak, precious mouth running wild at the sight of the girl of his dreams taking his cock.

“God, that’s good..” And then, “Y’look so beautiful…”

If your mouth wasn’t full, you would be smiling right now. His touch in your hair is a firm grip, and it makes your scalp sting a little. But you know he doesn’t mean it. He’s never done this before, after all.

His smell and taste evades your senses; it’s hard to think, and even though you have this muscular boy moaning and whimpering underneath you, your head becomes cloudy and desperate.

You need him to cum.

That’s all you can gather, right now. You need to feel him running down your throat. So you pull off of him with a pop and continue stroking him with fervor. Your eyelashes flutter as you look up at him.

“Be a good boy, sweetheart,” you coo. His eyes widen, face flushing a deep crimson. You smile. “Let me taste your cum. Fuck my throat and let me have you.”

His fingers thread through your hair again; he’s gentle and firm all at once. His hair is mussed, his eyes full of wanting. And when his tip bumps against the softness of your lips, you open wide and let him back inside you again. He tries to be gentle, makes sure that you aren’t taking too much at once, even though you’re the experienced one and he isn’t. It’s endearing.

“Momma…”

It comes out in a soft and sultry whisper, as Ethan’s cock throbs on your tongue. Looking up at him, his doe eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open in a widened look of awe and shock at the feelings evading him. His thighs are shaking. He’s already about to cum.

Hands going to squeeze his balls, you moan when he thrusts his hips against your mouth. He begins to pummel your throat over and over again, soft whimpers leaving his precious mouth, hair messily strewn across his forehead and drenched with sweat. On a particular choke and tightening of your entrance, he groans loudly, and then he’s creaming on the very next thrust of his hips. His tip quakes at the feeling of your spongey walls, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes! mommymommymommy—“

He chants the name like a prayer, whining and crying at the intensity of his orgasm. The taste of his cum hits your taste buds, and your core throbs. You’ve never been much of a swallower, but it’s Ethan, so although salty and bitter and thick, you want more of his cum pumping down your throat so bad that you almost can’t breathe. You swallow all of it, popping off of him and licking the excess up with your tongue and spitting back out onto him again. He moans desperately, the overstimulation making his cock ache but in the most amazing way. You let his cum drip down to his base, and then to his balls. You wipe your mouth and move back up to lay down on the couch. You’re quick to remove your panties. Ethan gapes at your exposed cunt, lips swollen and clit poking out between them. He makes a move to taste you, the puddle of cum drenching his lap forgotten. You mewl when his lips meet your pussy. He presses a soft kiss to your hole, then one of your lips. He’s trying to find your clit.

His big hands wrap around your thighs and pull him closer. The couch is small and it’s at a bit of an awkward angle: you laying down, Ethan leaning over his own lap. But neither of you care. You smile at his virginal attempt at pussy eating, but you just use his hair to pull him towards where you want him. When his tongue runs over that familiar bundle of nerves, you sigh out a praise.

“Yeah, baby. That’s my clit— riiiight there. You’re such a good learner.”

He moans, and his eyes flutter closed as he begins to eat your pussy like a man starved. He’s sloppy and wet with it, and his spit soaks your cunt and drips down your asscheeks.

Your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. You feel something graze your entrance and— it’s his fingers, and fuck, you’re already about to cum. Those fingers hesitate, then leave you for a moment. You hear a slick sound, and then they’re pressing against you again.

But this time, they’re wet.

He’s using his cum to lube you up. You can feel the thick substance seat itself inside you when he sinks his index finger in to the hilt. He wiggles it around a bit, tongue grazing your swollen nub and then roaming around your entrance. You cry out when his one finger hits that space inside you.

“Right there!” You moan. He groans, working on that one spot while he adds another finger. Your pussy is incredibly loud, gushing all over his hand as he fingers your sopping cunt. And with one last flick of his tongue, your orgasm is washing over you in gigantic waves. Your let out a loud gasp, Ethan’s name spilling from your lips over and over as he continues to penetrate you with his fingers and tongue.

When he pulls away his face is covered in your spend.

“Did I do good?” He asks, curious.

“Did great, baby,” you praise. “You’re such a good boy.”

The tips of his ears turn red from your compliment, and then he’s guiding his tongue back in between your legs to get another taste of you. Your hands go back to his hair again, and you rut your hips into your face.

“Gooooood, baby. Get that fucking face wet.”

And with that, Ethan’s cock twitches and he continues to worship your cunt like it’s his God.

A/n: thank you for 4k followers. I love you all.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x fem! reader #sub! Ethan landry #scream #scream 6 #scream iv #scream vi #Ethan landry x bimbo! reader #bimbo! reader #dom! reader

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Treat You 7

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

When Peter returns, he’s not alone. You stand, feeling gangly as you hunch, as he introduces his friend; Ned. You offer a tense smile and your name. He’s friendly, like Peter, but still a stranger.

“Yo, Pete,” Ned approaches the TV, “why are we not racing for the mushroom cup right now?”

“Ned,” Peter drones.

“He’s a sore loser,” Ned scoffs as he grabs two colourful shapes; one red, another blue. As he nears, he holds one out to you. The buttons on it suggest some sort of controller. “So, how about it, you ready to dethrone the champ?”

“Take it easy on her, Ned,” Peter slides a tray of crackers and cheese between the bowls of chips.

“I’m sure she’s not half as bad as you.”

“Um, I never…” you take the controller and rub your lips together, “I’ve never played… actually.”

“Ah, a noob, no worries then,” Ned plops down on the couch, “we’ll play easy.”

“Oh, uh, okay, I guess, but er…” you look around, “if Peter wants to play–”

“Actually, I need to listen for the door,” Peter counters.

“Right,” you turn back to the TV and sit. You thumb the stick and examine the buttons as the loud music erupts from the speakers.

“So this one you can steer, or you can tilt the controller,” Ned explains, and you press this button to go…”

You try to keep track but you’re not too sure. It seems pretty intuitive. You think.

A new screen comes up and there’s an array of characters to choose from. You choose the princess in the yellow dress over the dinosaur. You wait for the first track to load as your hands sweat around the controller.

The first lap has you veering and crashing but on the second you get a handle of it. It’s not as hard as it seems. Your usual clumsiness doesn’t translate to the digital. You come in fifth. Not as bad as it could be.

As you wait for the second race, voices carry from behind you. You turn as two girls and a guy enter. Ned peeks over, “hey.”

“Hi,” one of the girls chimes back as she approaches, “oh, you must be the one Peter mentioned. I’m Gwen,” she announces, “MJ,” she points over her shoulder, “and Harry.”

“Oh, okay,” you stand again, awkwardly swaying on your long legs, “do you wanna play?”

“We can wait,” she assures, “actually, we’re going to check out the snacks.”

“Right, uh, nice to meet you,” you murmur and sit back down.

Ned asks if you’re ready and you nod. He hits a button and a new race begins. You’re silent as you focus on staying on the road.

“I’m no good at parties either,” he says suddenly, “not that this is much of one. Peter’s not exactly the cool guy.”

“Right, er, it’s… just a lot of strangers.”

“Relax,” Ned says, “I’m gonna get you good. You’re gonna beat them all.”

You laugh, a bit less nervous as he keeps it light, “yeah, I… I’ll try.”

“Pizza,” Peter’s voice punctures the din.

“Finally,” Ned groans but keeps playing, “save me a slice of deluxe.”

The savoury, greasy scent permeates the room almost instantaneously. Your stomach roars but you focus on the screen. You bump another character out of the way as you squint. You’re almost done the last lap.

“Hey,” Ned says, “that was me.”

“Oh, sorry,” you utter as you cross the finish line.

“Woo, first place,” he nudges you lightly, “see, you’re a natural.” He stands as your stomach continues to gurgle, “I’ve trained you well, young padawan.”

“Um,” you furrow your brows.

“Right, not a Star Wars fan, noted,” he smirks, “anyways, I’m starving. How about we feed that dragon in your belly?”

You look down, embarrassed.

“I’m okay,” you say.

“There’s plenty to go around, better get it while it’s hot,” he insists and leaves the controller on the armrest.

You reach over to do the same but stay seated. Your stomach really hurts and your head is starting to pulse. You should eat but you just feel… out of place. Like you shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong and you don’t deserve to share all this nice food.

“Hey, you like cheese,” Peter sits beside you, “got double.”

He holds two plates, hovering one before you.

“Oh, you didn’t have to…”

“You can always switch up if you want pepperoni,” he holds the plate before your nose. You salivate. You can’t hold out any longer.

“Thanks,” you accept the plate, nearly shaking as dizziness swirls in your head.

“No problem,” he sets his plate in his lap and lifts the first slice.

You mirror him and take a small bite of the end. You chew slowly, trying not to betray how your stomach clenches violently. You could devour the slice in a single bite but you don’t want them to judge you. You continue with measured nibbles.

“If you don’t like pizza…”

“No, I do,” you assure him. “Thanks, it’s really good.”

“Well, next time, I’ll make sure to get your fave toppings. You like mushrooms? Oh, don’t tell me you’re an anchovies girl.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t… had that,” you shake your head as you pick at the crust.

“Or maybe you’re more into hamburgers? Oh, how about pasta? Sushi?”

“No, no, I like pizza,” you assure him.

“Well, you can help yourself, there’ll be lots of leftovers, I’m sure,” he stands up, his plate empty as you break the crust of your first in half, “you need more water?”

“No thanks,” you focus on your plate.

“Be right back,” he promises and shuffles away.

“So,” the girl named MJ comes around, chewing while she talks. You look up at her and put the crust down. “You and Peter, how long have you been together?”

“Pardon? Together? Oh, I only just met him a few weeks ago–”

“You two must be getting serious,” she says, “you’re a cute couple.”

“What?” Your heart hammers. “No, I–”

“You know,” Gwen approaches, “just like Peter to spring a girlfriend on us without warning.”

Your mouth opens and you blink dumbly. They think you and Peter are together?

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you say.

“Oh, ha, sorry, no labels,” MJ winks, “it’s only what he told us.”

“He said that?”

“To be honest, when we saw you, we didn’t believe him,” Gwen snickers.

You swallow and stand up. You don’t know what to say so you don’t say a word. You take your plate to the table and put it down. You grab a paper towel from the roll and wipe your fingers off as you head for the stairs. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life.

They couldn’t believe Peter would be with someone like you. They’re right to doubt that but it still stings. Just as always, you’re not good enough.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #drabble #au #the club #series #mcu #marvel #spider-man #avengers #treat you

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'TIL a papyrus scroll indicates that, during the building of the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses III, the workers were upset about their treatment and, rather than discussing it with them, management served them a large meal.

'The workers didn't think that was enough so occupied the Valley of the Kings refusing entry to anyone until they were given a raise and "cosmetics" (research shows it was a form of sunscreen).

'So not only does workers organizing a strike and forming a picket line for better wages and workplace safety conditions date back TO THE FRIGGIN' BRONZE AGE, but also management has been trying to placate discontented workers with a pizza party.'

And then that went viral on Twitter and I got hammered with people trying to "Well ackshually" about my three-tweet-long thread on a thing I'd learned just that morning I turned into a joke about corporate pizza parties. So I decided to research and here's the entire story.

TL;DR: I was pretty much right except it'd be closer to say "donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom" rather than "pizza party".

The events took place sometime around 1157 BCE (specifically the 29th year of Ramses III’s reign) in the village of Deir el-Medina, a worker village for the people who worked on the built the tombs in the Valley of the Kings.

BTW, the site itself is fascinating as it was first excavated in 1922 and ended up being one of the most thoroughly documented accounts of community life in the ancient world and proved the builders of the Pyramids were middle-class skilled artisans and craftspeople, not slaves.

You also have to know that this era of history is around the start of what’s known as the Bronze Age Collapse. Some sort of environmental catastrophe happened that caused widespread crop failures across the ancient world.

Now what precisely happened is strongly debated, but generally several groups from elsewhere in Europe and Africa known as the “Sea People” attacked the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean, which caused most of those cultures to collapse.

Also, commerce was a bit different as they were (oversimplified explanation) on the bread standard. Salaries were measured in values of beer and bread as the recipes for those were standardized and made up the basics of the diet.

So while common laborers would be paid in literal beer and bread, more highly-valued workers would be paid in an equivalent of a larger allotment of beer and bread. So they’d get paid “100 loaves a day” worth of oil or metal or coin representing the value.

Now, for our tale. This comes from the contemporary account of the scribe Amennakhte. If anyone wants to read along, a photo of the scroll along with a translation is available to read for free at https://libcom.org/article/records-strike-egypt-under-ramses-iii-c1157bce

On Year 29, Second Month of Winter, Day 10, a group of workers walked past the guards and sat at the Temple of Menkheperre stating it had been 18 days since they’d last been paid, staying the night in the tomb saying “We have matters of Pharaoh”.

The following day, a scribe brought the workers 55 “s'b-cakes”. So yes, a “pizza party”. I can’t find any reference to what this is precisely other than “fine bread” that was worth more than a large loaf of standard bread.

Seriously, I wasted an hour of my life trying to figure out what “s'b-cakes” are exactly so if anyone knows please tell me.

Anyway, it didn’t work and there was “quarrelling” at the temple of Ramses II. The translations says “chief of police” which doesn’t seem quite right but I’ll go with it, but anyway he said he’d fetch the mayor of Thebes.

The mayor claimed they didn’t have enough to pay. The workers responded by saying “The prospect of hunger and thirst has driven us to this. There is no clothing, there is no ointment*, there is no fish, there are no vegetables.”

They then said to go tell it to the Pharoah directly. On Day 12 (the day following the “quarrelling”), they were given their ration they were due during the previous month (basically, they got their back pay). It was 21 days late.

Side note: I got some pushback by an “Egyptologist” for calling the “ointment” a type of sunscreen and…yes, it was. Some translations mark this as “cosmetics” but it was a medicinal balm used to prevent and treat sunburn. What the hell else would you call it?

So Day 13 (the fourth day of the strikes) and Mentmose, the “chief of police”, apparently took a side. He told the workers to lock down the work site and continue their protests, and that he’d lead them to the temple to continue the sit in.

His words (recorded by Amennakhte): “I’ll tell you my opinion. Go up, gather your tools, close your doors, fetch your families, and I’ll lead you to the temple of Seti I and let you settle down there.”

At this point, the tax master Ptahemheb came out to talk to them making a list of all the things they demanded. On Day 15 (sixth day of the strike), they tried another “pizza party” with half a sack of barley and a jar of beer for each worker.

Amennakhte doesn’t say what their response was exactly, but does say that the workers brought torches so they could continue the protest in the dark. So I take it the response wasn’t good.

Day 17 (eighth day of the strike), the head of the temple came out and asked what demands to bring to the Pharoah for them. And they gave a detailed list of what precise wages they wanted for each of the workers.

On that day, they were given what they asked for in rations for the second month of winter. They may have also been paid early as they should have been paid on the 21st or 28th day depending on the source.

So we’re now in the third month of winter (no exact date written) and they’re still striking. Worker Mose said basically “As Amun as my witness if you drag me away I will come back and start robbing the tombs.” I couldn’t fit the whole thing in one tweet.

Reshpetref, the proctor, said “We will not come back, you can tell your superiors that. For sure, it is not because of hunger that we strike, but we have a serious charge to make. Something bad has been done in this place of the Pharoah”.

We’re on the fourth month of winter now, Day 28 (so over three months of striking now) before the Vizier shows up. This is the government official that handles day-to-day business and is second only to the Pharoah.

He says he just got promoted so isn’t authorized to give them their wages (at least partially true, he’d just been promoted five days prior) and even if he could, there was nothing in the granaries to pay them with.

The granaries may have been empty because of the other issues going on with the Bronze Age Collapse or it may have just been the rampant corruption speculated of the government of the era, or he may have been lying.

On the first month of summer Day 2, the crew got two sacks of grain as their ration (they’d demanded 5 ½ sacks each). The foreman Khonsu told them accept it, then go down to the market and tell the Vizier’s children about it.

Amennakhte (who again, is writing this scroll) stopped them and said NOT to go to the market since they’d been paid and if they did, he’d have to have them arrested. He doesn’t mention they were only paid a third of what they were owed.

First month of summer, Day 13, passes the guard post saying “We are hungry” and continued their sit in. They shouted at the mayor of Thebes as he passed, who then got them 50 sacks of grain to tide them over until Pharoah paid them.

That’s the end of this particular scroll, but there’s evidence that strikes continued throughout the reign of Ramses III as there are records of more workers being hired to transport food and supplies to the workers.

The scroll also leaves out some of what happened in between dates. For example, it wasn’t one single long strike, but a series of them. After they were paid their wages the first time, the workers went back to work.

However, they were told that was their pay for the third month of winter and not the second so they wouldn’t be getting paid again, sparking the second strike that lasted into summer.

There’s also a big deal in Egyptian culture at the time called “Ma’at” or basically “The Order of Things”. Nobody had any idea what to do with the striking workers because workers weren’t supposed to strike. They were supposed to work.

Sure, they were treated well and the village of Deir el-Medina lived at what could be called middle-class standards for the time period, but they weren’t supposed to rebel against their betters in this way. It was unthinkable.

There was also a big festival coming up to celebrate the 30th year of the reign of Ramses III and a lot of the government officials were focused on that, more concerned with maintaining order than actually managing the country.

I should also note I paint Amennakhte as on the side of the government rather than the workers when the opposite was likely the case. The strike wasn’t recorded in the official government records as Egypt tended to cover up their losses.

That said, we do have some records like those of Amennakhte showing that, once the workers realized they had the power to organize, they used it all the way through the New Kingdom.

The last entry on the scroll doesn’t directly involve the strike, but is related. On the first month of summer, Day 16, one of the workmen provided evidence that government officials were stealing from the tombs.

One of them, Weserhat, was one of the ministers who shorted the workers payment previously. The other, Pentaweret, may be the son of Ramses III at the center of the “Harem Conspiracy”, an assassination plot that took place between 1 to 3 years later.

In summary, the workers were unpaid due to corruption and management enriching themselves, they went on strike, management threw them a pizza party, that didn’t work, and they eventually got their demands.

Though I guess if you want to be completely accurate, it was more “donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom”…

#egypt #ramses iii #ramesses iii #labor rights #strike #pizza party #donuts in the breakroom #union #union strong #Also before anyone says this is Ramses III not the Pharaoh of Exodus #That was Ramses II almost a century earlier and a completely different dynasty #Not going to open the can of worms that is archeological evidence (or lack thereof) supporting biblical accounts of history #But either way the events are unrelated as they were 70-100 years after Exodus would have been #ancient egypt #ancient history

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Okay... I just hope that your requests are still open but I checked and they're still open so yeah. Maybe I could request a litol something...👉👈

Look what Oppenheimer did to me...so maybe just that scene where Flo's character grabbed that book and have Cillian read it in front of her while doing the first deed—welp I think that's the second, nAur why am I counting😭

So, so, so maybe reader coming over at College Jock!Yelena's apartment to tutor her for their examinations but Yelena is being stubborn and would just lay in bed all day. Reader was all calm and Yelena was all whiny about studying and suddenly reader has a way how to make Yelena study and yep thAt deed enters...G!P Yelena uhuh yes HAHAHAHAHA! Yelena lost all her cool when reader just started straddling her lap with the book in front of her, she was shocked and just following what reader says. Top reader, YES!

Yeah maybe you could write this one🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

-👸

Tutoring Sessions

Pairing: College Jock! Yelena x Tutor! Reader

Summary: Yelena doesn’t care much for her end of year exams until you found a new way for her to learn.

Translations: Detka (baby)

AC: I’m so mad I have to wait until November for a HQ of THAT scene omg! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! x

You sighed when you entered Yelena's apartment, she told you where the spare key was as she trusted you. She knew you were coming but once again, didn't bother to be ready and prepared for your session. The kitchen table was clear, not a textbook or pen in sight.

"Yelena!" You called out as you placed your things on the wooden table, rolling your eyes when you saw the empty pizza box on the coffee table with an empty bottle of vodka next to it. "Lena!" You called out again, but not a sound rushed through the jocks apartment.

You walked down the short hall to her room, knocking before you entered. "Hey!!" The Russian looked flustered as she quickly grabbed a pillow to place over her lap. You ignored the activity you'd just walked in on as you raised a brow at her. "You said you've be ready for todays session" you reminded her.

"Yeah, I kind of forgot, I had Kate over last night and we had a few to drink"

"Yelena, you're going to fail your exams! You have to take this seriously" you snapped slightly. Yelena wasn't stupid, just lazy and she cared more about football than she did anything else when it came to her education. Exams were a few weeks away and Yelena asked you to tutor her when the coach of the football team told her she needed to get her grades up or she'd be benched until they were up. You snapped slightly. Yelena wasn't stupid, just lazy.

"Okay, so I forgot one time, I'm sorry. Just give me a 5 minutes and I'll be ready to study" she replied in a huff. You raised a brow at her once again, "you forget every single time! Maybe you weren't in here jerking off to whatever degrading porno you were watching you would've seen the text message I sent telling you that I was on my way"

"I wasn't, what?" Yelena sat up a little more, her cheeks all flustered. Your eyes shifted to the pile of books on the dresser that instantly gave you an idea. It wasn't a secret that Yelena was popular and very much a player and as much as you tried to ignore your growing crush on the football player, seeing her so flustered and embarrassed only made you want her more.

"Well, maybe since you" you started as you took the very small steps towards the pile of books, picking up the first one on the pile, "rather spend your time focusing on football, partying and jerking off, maybe this might help you be a little more interest in studying" you added as you reached for the zipper of your dress on your back, letting it fall to the floor, pooling at your feet.

Yelena's eyes widened at the beauty in front of her, her cock throbbed under the pillow that was now stained with her pre-cum, she watched as you walked a straight line towards her. "What's wrong baby?" you smirked as you removed the pillow from her lap, "well, I can see why you're very popular" you added, your eyes traveled from her hard cock to her eyes. She was speechless which only confirmed to you that the blonde would be your little pet.

"Read the first page" you instructed as you opened the first page and waited for Yelena to take the book from your hands. She gasps when she felt your now free hands wrap around her length, taking a look at you before her eyes would rest on the printed text in front of her. "Go on, read it and don't you dare think about cumming" you looked at her before taking her in your mouth.

"F-fuck!" the jock groaned as your tongue swirled around her tip, her eyes closed for a moment as she embraced the warmth of your mouth around her cock. One hand slowly pumping her thick member as she began to read from the textbook. You took her inch-by-inch sucking and gagging around her as you listened to her struggle to finish sentence by sentence being interrupted by her moans and trying not to blow her load too soon.

As much as Yelena was enjoying the blow job you were giving her, you couldn't help but notice the throbbing your pussy was giving. With one hand wrapped around the base of Yelena's cock and your mouth full of her, you used your other hand to reach inside your panties and began to rub your clit in tight circles.

"Don't s-stop!" Yelena moaned, throwing her head back as you gagged around her once more, hoping she had done enough reading to be allowed to cum. "F-fuck detka, I'm g-going cum!" she added. Slapping her tip against your tongue, you looked up at her.

"That's a shame baby, you can't even last until the second page, can you?" you raised a brow at her while your hand still pumped her cock. Of course, she was a show off and was now determined to prove you wrong, she continued reading from the textbook while you gave her a few last pumps before you got up and removed your panties.

Smirk tugged at your lips when Yelena didn't even look up from the textbook to question why you stopped your actions. You straddled her waist and lined her cock up with your entrance. Slowly, you sunk yourself down on her, your eyes rolling back at the way she was stretching you out, a gasp and groan came from Yelena as she stuttered on her words.

"Keep reading baby, I didn't say stop" you said before you began to ride her. You were impressed with how determined she was to prove you wrong, with every page she finished, the faster you sped up your actions. Your beasts bouncing in front of her, the view being covered by the book in front of her.

"If you go any f-faster, I'm g'nna fu-fucking cum!" Yelena threw her head back once more.

"Yeah? The popular football player can't hold out for me? That's such a shame" you replied, only caring for your own release at this point. "You're clenching me so f-fucking h-hard!" Yelena groaned, only making you roll your hips harder, your hands resting on her abs as you felt your orgasm close by.

"Finish the paragraph!" you moaned, your nails digging into her skin. Yelena couldn't help but moan at the feeling of you clenching around her cock as she struggled to finish the paragraph on the page, once finished she threw the book to the side and grabbed your hips in her grip.

"P-please! I can't hold it any l-longer!" She begged just intime for you to finally let her release her load inside of you.

"Cum with me!" you moaned in reply, throwing your head back with another moan as you felt her warm spurts of cum cover your walls. You stayed on top of her until you felt her soften before you laid beside her to catch your breath. "I think I found out how to get you to study" you smirked.

#yelenasdiary asks #👸 anon #yelena belova #fanfiction #marvel #yelena belova x reader #college jock! Yelena #black widow #Yelena Belova smut

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tassjis · 3 months

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A list of objects and technologies created by Myne

The gremlin has been busy. Anything red was created by another, but without Myne creating something else, the creator would not have made it, so Myne's name is not listed as the creator but Myne was the reason it was made. Anything blue was improved upon

VEHICLES

A horse-drawn carriage with suspension

FURNITURE

Spring mattress spring upholstery - Zach

COSMETICS + ACCESSORIES

Rinsham - all-in-one shampoo Hair Ornaments Librarians armband Tote bag - improved

FASHION

Bubble skirts Halter-top dress Tie-dye - previously existed Wax Dyeing Stencil Dyeing Water ripple embroidery

EVENTS

Tasting party Charity Concert Dying competition

TOYS

Karuta Reversi Chess Playing Cards Baby Rattle Educational baby toys - such as shaped blocks and holes implied other toys

FOOD - Ingredients and condiments -

Compote Tanieh Cream Gelatin Gnocchi Gratin Herb Dressing Lage Sauce (Basil Sauce) Mayonnaise Yeast Pasta Ponzu Sauce Pomme sauce Rumptopf Rutreb Jam White sauce

- Savoury -

Capellini Caprese Salad Carbonara Consomme Soup Double Consomme Soup - Leise Crispy-Crispy Launeide and Sujaru Salad (Vegetable Salad) Crun-Crun Ju-Ju Farba (Chicken Salad) Cappellini Fikken - improved Fluffy Bread Sandwich - Improved with fluffy bread Hamburg Steak Lasagne Macaroni Gratin Osso Buco - Later improved by Leise Parue Burger Parue Okonomiyaki Pizza Potatoffel salad Pomme Soup Risotto Steamed Potatoffel Steamed Taschitz (chicken) Quiche French Toast Salted Cucumber imitation

- Sweet -

Bavarois Cookies Langues De Chat Crepe Fallfold Tart - Nicola Ice Cream Mille Crepe Mousse Panna Cotta Paru Cake Pound Cake Pudding Short Cake Tiramisu Tanier Cream/Mont Blanc

TOOLS

Chopsticks Clothes Hanger - improved Hairpin Herbal Candles Crochet hook Hand pump Hide Glue Steamer Precision Knife Roller Starch Glue Metal letter types Round Bell Safety Pin

MACHINES

Waxing Machine Letterpress Machine

PRINTING TYPES

Woodblock printing Stencil printing Letterpress printing

STATIONARY

Clay Tablet Mokkan Faux Papyrus Dipitch Dipitch Stylus Soot pencil Linseed and soot Ink Colour Ink Folders

- Paper -

Plant Paper (Volrin paper) Conjoining Paper (Nenseb paper) Effon (Music) Paper Fireproof Paper (Trombe paper) Rinfin Paper - Illgner Wax paper (Wax/Rinfin paper) Trauperle Paper -Illgner

- Magic Paper -

Enhanced Conjoining paper - Drewanchel Spellcasting Nenseb paper (Nenseb/Trombe with magic circle) Spellcasting effon paper (Effon/Trombe with chant) Maximum Quality Fey Paper (Effon/Trombe/Nenseb) improved by Ferdinand

MAGIC TOOLS

Music Box with Effon paper (technically made by Ehrenfest students) Drivable Highbeast Rainbow Highbeast Stenluke Disappearing Ink Plush Toy with recorded messages Magic tool to send books back to their shelves

MAGIC

Water Gun Copy and Place

KNOWLEDGE

Salting Out Lace knitting Written Calculation Decorative shaped vegetables Origami Introductory system Tickets Red seal Trading Graphs Myne Decimal System Rosemyne Magic Compression Method Female Crest Copyright royalties Questionnaire survey

PRINTED PRODUCTS

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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years

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Scrambled Eggs

pairing: steve harrington x henderson sister!reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: you and Steve end up drinking a little too much after having a movie night with Dustin, so the only responsible thing is to make him stay the night, right? (mutual pining!!)

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort (reader has a nightmare), alcohol consumption, maybe a little misogyny?, tiny ST4 spoilers

a/n: first steve fic slay!! nobody can convince me that he isn’t the dorkiest yet sweetest little baby girl in the world. I’ll die on this hill.

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES are always welcome <3

DO NOT STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. I WILL SMITE YOU.

“You’re telling me a baby survived that shit?”

“Sibling love is a powerful thing, Harrington.” Dustin’s hand meets Steve’s back with a loud clap as they exit the theater, seemingly to have forgotten your existence as they critique the newest movie.

“Yeah, well, hate to break it to you Dustin, but Sarah is better than me. I don’t know how she left the Goblin King.” Your laugh echoes from behind, and you nearly run into them as they abruptly stop in their tracks.

“Um, ouch?”

“The Goblin King? Really?” Steve turns to you, one eyebrow hooked so high it could’ve touched his hairline, his mouth an open frown. Your shoulders touch your ears as you shrug, unwilling to elaborate, and push past them with a smirk.

The door to the cinema swings open before you have an opportunity to push through- Steve had practically sprinted ahead to hold it open himself, and you bow your head ever so dramatically towards him as a chivalrous ‘thank you’. It started as an inside joke, they actually call you King Harrington? like, seriously?, and you had to keep the joke rolling, knowing that it got under his skin; so, you addressed him like royalty. Eventually, though, it became your thing.

“Thank you, my liege.”

“Tis a pleasure, my fair maiden.” He nods back to you, nearly letting the door close on your brother.

“You guys make me sick.” Dustin practically shouts as you head to Steve’s car.

You’d be lying if you said the rumors weren’t a little humorous. The entirety of Hawkins is convinced you and Steve are dating, never believing your protests. “we’re not dating! she’s my friend!” “we aren’t a thing! he’s my friend!”

Of course you were friends- you were kinda obligated to befriend the boy that saved your brother’s ass more times than he could count, and you weren’t exactly unhappy by how often you would see him. Maybe it was a tiny crush you weren’t willing to admit, or the hair, or just the way you owed him for your brother’s life, it didn’t matter; Steve was a part of your life as well.

It didn't help that your best friend Robin happened to work with Steve and get all of the details. I swear, he never shuts up about you. Seriously, I love you both and all, but man. There’s only so much I can take before wanting to bash my head in because of his annoying voice. You never believed her, always quick to clarify that he was just a good friend, but she would always react with the same hum and eye roll. You can’t even be mad! You’re the one who got us to hang out in the first place!

But the rumors circulated nonetheless. King Harrington with the weird Henderson sister. It looked strange from the outside- an unlikely pair for sure, but it felt familiar- comfortable. You just understood each other. As friends. That’s it. Definitely nothing else.

Until you would both plop onto the couch after finishing the box of pizza, his extra bits of crust left over because you had told him that’s the best part over a year ago. Or whenever he would nonchalantly take a sip of whatever drink you held in your hand at whatever party you were at while you talked to a friend- handing it back to you, fingers touching lightly. Or the way quick goodbyes from your door frame turned into you walking him to the front porch, closing the door behind you for some semblance of privacy. And then of course the blushing that you couldn’t hide when you would wave to him before your front door closed, knowing he would only leave after ensuring you were safe in your home. Or the way you both clung to each other after evading death one too many times in an alternate dimension, never failing to grab at each other's faces and body to make sure you really had survived.

So while it wasn’t an anomaly for your heart to beat out of your chest when your hands collided in the popcorn bowl, or how Steve’s pinky finger hooked under your own as you clutched the arm of the seat during a scary scene, you both were still stuck with a knot in your throats and a bad case of cotton mouth.

The spark was subtle, but it was there. Neither of you knew what to do- knew how to acknowledge the hidden feelings, knew if it was worth putting a name to whatever you were suppressing- especially when nothing was guaranteed. In a place like Hawkins where anything was possible, you didn’t want to face a reality where one of you could return from a nightmare without the other.

“I’m just… not following you here. The Goblin King?” Steve calls after you as you make your way through your house towards the kitchen.

“It’s not for you to understand Harrington!” The refrigerator door muffles your response as you grab a few beers from the fridge.

You miss the way Steve turns towards Dustin for reassurance, throwing his arms out in disbelief.

“Women are complicated, beautiful creatures.” Your little brother consoles your best friend with another slap on the back.

“Yeah, cause you know so much about that, right?” Static of a walkie talkie interrupted Steve’s remark.

“Damn right I do,” Dustin walks backwards, two fingers pointing between you and Steve, “be good, I’ll be watching.” You can’t help but laugh as a pillow smacks against your brother, and you catch the way Steve blushes at the insinuation, as if he hadn’t dreamt about it for the past year or so.

Hours pass by as if they were minutes. You both end up talking about whatever comes to mind- somehow always circling back to your fascination with Jareth, it’s the hair, Steven. Innocent giggles fill the room as your stomach feels a little fuller and your head feels a little lighter.

“The hair, really?” Steve slurs his words a little too much, and you both can’t help but try to hold a serious face, failing as soon as you make eye contact.

He attempts to push himself off of the couch in order to throw the empty bottles away, but loses his balance and falls back with a laugh.

“You. Stay. No way you’re driving” you turn to face him, emphasizing each word with a finger to his chest.

“No no no, I’ll be fine” he waves at you, but you don’t buy it.

“Absolutely not. Get in my bed” you boss him, his eyebrow raising with shock.

“Hey! I’m not that easy.”

“Not like that, perv” you lightly smack him and grab the bottles as you hoist yourself to your feet. “But really, you’re staying here. I don’t want you to drive tonight.”

“Yes ma’am” you blush as he obeys with a salute. “One condition. You get the bed, I get the couch.”

“No way, you’re the guest. You get the bed.”

“And you’re a woman. You get the bed or I sleep in the yard, final offer.” He raises his hands apologetically.

“You know,” you finally join him in the living room with a smirk on your face. “You could sleep in Dustin’s room, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Have you lost your mind?” His eyes bug out of his head at the suggestion, causing you to laugh as you stumble behind the couch.

“Yeah, kinda.”

You start to collect blankets and pillows from the chest behind the sofa, unfolding and airing out the sheets and comforters. Steve grabs a blanket and follows your lead.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… helping?“ His voice raises in pitch, surprised by the shock on your face.

“No you’re not, stop!” The blanket is snatched from his hands playfully. ”You’re the guest, king Harrington.” You wink at him as you throw a large comforter over the couch in usual fashion.

Although he enjoys your humor and the way you look out for him, he feels inadequate as he stands idly.

“Plus, I have a system.” His brow perks at your attempts to make him feel better.

“A system?”

“Yes, a system.” You say matter-of-factly. “For the perfect sleeping conditions.”

The fabric ruffles as you tuck it into the bottom cushions.

“First, you take all of the back cushions off and tuck a comforter instead of a sheet, like this.” You motion to what you’re currently doing.

“It adds more cushion and gives you more space. Then,” you grab the two firmest pillows you have before placing them in their correct spots. “You take two pillows like this and kinda put them at this weird angle, and then a long pillow goes this way to catch your leg.” Pillows completely hide the sofa at this point, “and then two soft pillows go right on top so it’s-“

“Like a nest.“ Your voices collide.

“Exactly.” You take a step back and beam at your perfect nest.

“How’d you come up with this system?” Crap. You hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh… personal experience.”

“Personal experience? Come on, you know you can’t lie to me.”

“I sleep on the couch.” You surrender, knowing that he was absolutely right- you were the worst liar in the world.

“What?” His voice sounds harsh and you wince slightly, but his face is painted with concern- his eyes soft.

“I, uh, can’t really sleep in my bed? Or go in my room, really. It just, uh…” you stumble over your words, embarrassed at the confession, not yet ready to meet your best friend’s face. Steve glances over your shoulder and sees the untouched room, confirming your statement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“No, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to-“

“Where are you going to sleep if I’m on the couch then?” He noticed the way your face burned, clearly uncomfortable at the vulnerability and he tried to amend the situation by changing the subject, suppressing his longing to hold you in his arms. Admittedly, you hadn’t really thought about the answer.

“Good question” you laugh dryly. “I’ll call robin or something?”

“No!” he clears his throat, trying to hide his distaste for the change of plans. “No, really. I’ll sleep on the floor, you take the couch.”

“Steve-“

“Seriously. Lay down.” You give your best pout, somewhat teetering, but the hands on his hips tells you he’s serious.

“One condition,” you mimic his previous words. “You at least get on the couch too.” You’re not sure what got into you- guilt? maybe a teeny bit of desire? Regardless, whatever plan you were currently pulling out of your ass, it was working.

“Deal.” He agreed with a blush.

“Deal. Just, give me a second. I’ll look for some clothes or something.”

You disappear into the confines of your room, and he paces around the living room with a flushed face and hands running through his thick hair. Get it together, man. It’s just one night, she’s just making sure you don’t drive. Just one night. C’mon… He fights with himself, unwilling to entertain the possibility that you could possibly have feelings for him.

Meanwhile, your thoughts practically mirror his own from the seclusion of your room. It’s just one night. He’s been drinking, it’s not weird. He just can’t drive, that’s all. You rummage through your drawers looking for anything that Steve could possibly wear before landing on some long forgotten boyfriend’s sweatpants.

“It’s not much, but, here,” you shove the clothes into Steve’s sturdy chest. “You can change in my room, I’ll be right back.” Reality sank in as you practically ran to the bathroom with warmed cheeks.

He glances down at the clothes before watching the bathroom door hide your body- his hand nervously resting on the doorknob to your bedroom.

It’s not what he expects, to say the least. It’s… empty. Nothing hangs on your walls, nothing rests on your dressers or bedside table. The only sign of life comes from the articles of clothes hanging out of your drawers and a framed picture of you and Dustin at some summer camp. Dust collects on every flat surface- it's like a ghost resides in your room, and his heart breaks at the realization.

He pulls on the clothes with ease, trying not to wonder how you came into possession of men’s sweat pants. I’m not jealous, just curious, he has to convince himself before chuckling at the way the t-shirt mimics a crop top.

His feet bring him to the living room, and reality punches him in the gut.

He huffs as he paces throughout the living room, quickly blowing into the palm of his hand before breathing in to assess his breath. The hem of the shirt tugs in his grasp as he realizes how much skin is showing, afraid you would interpret it as a suggestive move. He opts to curl into the corner of the couch, hiding as much of himself as he could.

You weren’t expecting to find him so tense and leaned into the arm of the sofa. You also weren’t expecting to feel nauseous nervous as you approached quietly, wishing your sleep shorts and shirt offered a little more coverage. It’s just Steve, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just Steve.

You lightly fake a cough to announce your arrival, shying away as you watch his neck and cheeks redden, his eyes growing wide as he takes you in. You looked even more beautiful, if that were even possible, and he definitely tried to not linger on the exposed skin of your thighs.

“Here,” you had quickly shuffled towards the chest of blankets before handing him your favorite pillow and the softest blanket you had. He noticed the way your own cheeks warmed at the closeness and huffed a shy ‘thank you’.

He watched as you climbed onto the couch at the opposite end, mirroring his own position. You hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable by your current state and lack of clothing. Maybe telling him about the nightmares was a mistake and scared him away, or maybe you were just being particularly selfish and a coward, afraid of a bedroom- afraid of what you would lose if you let comfort in.

“I meant it when I said lay down.” His voice makes you jump as he interrupts your internal monologue.

“You’re not even laying down.”

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He throws his arms towards you.

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You admit, holding the same impatient tone.

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Well I’m not uncomfortable either.” It’s silent for a moment as you chew on your cheek, holding each other’s stare. There’s some kind of buzzing energy that fills the space between your bodies, and you finally cave.

“Damn it, Steve” you groan, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Just get over here already.”

You try not to laugh at how quickly he moves towards you, but you’re silenced when you notice the skin of his exposed stomach, happy trail peeking beneath the waistband of the grey sweats. Your cheeks burned and some unfamiliar feeling stirred within you, but you pushed it away as he shuffled behind you.

Oh God, oh God, oh God his mind chants as you curl away from him, your backside nearing his crotch.

Oh God, oh God, oh God you’re practically sweating as you attempt to get comfortable, thankful that he had no way of seeing the way your cheeks burned.

Steve throws the blanket over you, carefully tucking it in between your bodies, before closing the gap, praying he doesn’t get a boner. You feel the way his body tenses behind you; his hands find their place between his knees, and his forehead rests in between your shoulders.

The air stills in the living room as you both awkwardly lay against the other, afraid to even breathe. You feel the way his foot shakes, causing your own leg to shake with him.

“You can touch me, you know.”

“What?” He feels like the air was knocked out of his lungs.

“Not like that, you perv” you chuckle at his reaction, not willing to let your mind go there.

“I can’t even see you but I know you’re uncomfortable like that.” you attempt to twist your body some to find his face, only to press your back into him even further. “I don’t bite” He watches the way your head turns ever so slightly to reassure him, and he gently places his arm around you, sighing as he’s able to adjust finally.

“Is this okay?” It’s barely a whisper, but he has to ask.

“Yes, are you okay?” Your heart pounds in your chest as his breath tickles your neck.

“I’m great.”

“Hi, great. Nice to meet you.”

“Shut up” His knee nudges into the back of your leg as you giggle to yourselves, sleep pulling your eyelids close.

“Go to sleep.” You can hear the smile as he closes his eyes, resting his head above yours.

“You go to sleep.”

“You first.” You smile as his voice deepens and his hold on your waist tightens ever so lightly- the darkness behind your eyes suddenly becomes comfortable.

The clock strikes match the rhythm of your pounding heartbeat. Your head whips back and forth as your vision clears, red fog swirling around your frame. The ground beneath your feet squelches as you turn slowly, looking around for any sign of life. Your name being called from an invisible source startles you, causing your chest to heave in anticipation.

“This is your fault.” The deep voice growls, your body turning in circles to locate it.

“You sat there, watching.” Footsteps thud behind you.

“You watched your brother and friends sacrifice themselves, and you didn’t.”

“No, no this isn’t real.” Your voice trembles and your feet refuse to move.

“You watched like a coward.” His voice is behind you.

“I didn’t. You’re not real. This is a dream.”

“You watched, and they died.”

“This is a dream!” Your voice shrieks at your desperation.

Tree-like structures resemblant of rotten flesh shoot up from the ground, forcing you to open your eyes. Thick ropes support your best friend’s body to the post, tightening around his neck.

“No! No no no! Steve!” The sound of his name coming from your voice wakes him with a jolt. His heart stops as you shriek, afraid he may have squeezed you too tightly or even worse, you’ve changed your mind about him staying and were uncomfortable.

He grows stiff and pushes himself away from your curled body, waiting for you to call him a pervert or a freak and kick him out. It takes him a second to come to, and he watches the way your fingers grip into the couch cushion and your eyes squeeze shut. Your forehead is damp with sweat and your curled body shakes as you sob.

“Take me! Take me instead! Please!” His hands hover over your body as you sob beneath him. He knows the risks of

waking someone up during a nightmare, but his heart nearly cracked in two at the sight of you. His eyes are wild as he anticipates your mom or brother coming to help, but he notices the towels placed against the doors- sound proof. This was a normal occurrence.

“Dont hurt him! Take me! Please, no! Steve!“ his heart lurches at your desperation in your voice.

“Hey hey hey, wake up,” he whispers. “It’s just a dream, it’s not real.” He strokes your face, hoping it’s enough to wake you from your torment

“C’mon, c‘mon wake up, it’s okay! I’m here! You’re safe!”

“Steve! Please!”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name slips through his lips “it’s just a dream, it’s not real.” Worry etches into his features as he turns you on your back, his palm cradling your face.

“I’m here! You’re safe and I’m here. It’s okay. Wake up, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He’s equally shocked and relieved as your eyes shoot open and you gasp for a breath while scrambling to a sitting position.

“Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He’s in front of you now; no rope around his neck.

“Steve?” Your lip wobbles.

“It’s me, I’m here.”

“Is this real?” Your voice cracks as you try to reach out and touch him, just to make sure. He holds your wrist gently before pressing your palm to his cheek, his own hand cupping the softness of your cheek.”

“It’s real. You’re real. It was just a dream-“ He’s caught off guard at the way you throw yourself at him, clinging to his frame as if he were about to slip away.

Your shirt bunches in his grip as he holds you, afraid that you would turn into a ghost if he let go.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your shoulder as tears threaten to spill. It’s too familiar- these types of embraces were too familiar.

“I thought I lost you. I-“ you stutter, “I thought you were dead and,” you hiccup into him and your body heaves with each sob.

“I'm not dead. I’m safe and so are you, I promise.” he rubs your back in soothing circles.

“Just breathe with me, okay?” you try your best and relax into him, following the steady rhythm of his heart that pounds in his chest.

“There you go,” he soothes you. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” The embarrassment hits as you become aware of your condition. You pull away from him, your head hanging low in shame, shying away from his gaze.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He leans to meet your face and you wipe a tear with the back of your hand. ”We’re okay, okay?” Your head nods automatically, and you relish in his tenderness.

”I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get you some water-” your hand wraps around his wrist as he tried to stand, his gaze softening at the touch.

“Alright, you’re comin’ with me then.”

Your house was like a second home to Steve, so he had no issue locating your favorite mug before filling it with water. It’s silent in the small space of the kitchen. The water soothes your sore throat as you lean against the counter while taking small sips, wishing you could curl into yourself and disappear.

Steve’s heart breaks as he watches over you, finally putting the pieces together. Now it makes sense as to why you don’t have a curfew, why you drink coffee at the wrong time, why you always declined Robin’s invitations to a sleepover, why he was only allowed to come over in the afternoons. This was a normal occurrence.

You don’t say anything as you press off of the counter and head to the living room, hoping to gain a few extra hours of sleep. Steve gently shuffles around you, careful not to frighten you, before adjusting the sheets and pillows like you had shown him earlier. The thoughtfulness of his actions softens something inside of you, but the way he sits back against the cushions and extends his arms out towards you breaks something entirely.

Whatever guards you had put up, whatever boundaries you had established, whatever lies you kept telling yourself simply flew out the window. You were done pretending that everyone else- every rumor and gossip that filled your weird town- had been wrong, when really, you were afraid that they were right.

You fall into him with ease, hooking your leg over his waist and pulling yourself impossibly closer with an arm strewn across his chest. You practically laid on top of him, but he would never complain, even if his arm tingled with numbness below.

“I have em too, you know.” Fingertips trail over your back as you relax into him, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You do?”

“Yeah. They used to happen every night but they've slowed down.”

“What’s your secret?” You crane your neck in an attempt to look at him.

You.

“Luck, maybe?” He laughs through his nose and you sigh into him, not completely content with his answer.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?“ He adjusts his head slightly, wishing he could see your face. “For what?”

“That you had to see me like that.” You groan.

“Like what? An ugly mess?” His stomachs contracts as he huffs out a laugh.

“Hey,” you weakly hit his chest

”I’m kidding. You’re a very pretty mess”

“Like that’s much better?” you chuckle

“Let me try again,” he clears his throat dramatically. “Hear ye hear ye, here lies your majesty, queen Henderson, the most beautiful mess any man or woman of Hawkins will ever see!” You can hear the smile from below and your heart flutters at the compliment.

“God, you’re such a loser, but I’ll take it.” You strain your neck to place a chaste kiss to his jawline before quickly receding back to the safety of his chest.

You definitely notice the way his heart thunders below your ear, but you don’t mention it- yours was doing the exact same. It’s quiet as he rubs your back and his fingers scratch at your scalp lightly.

“It’s gonna be okay, okay? I promise.” You lift a pinky up to him, and he hooks it back with sincerity.

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“Well I’ll be damned!” A white flash of light rudely pulls you from your sleep, and you flinch at the loud voice.

“Mom, get in here!” You’re hardly able to squint your heavy eyes open, and Steve grumbles below you, his hands instinctively grabbing onto you as you stir. Dustin stands in front of you with the most shit-eating grin possible, a polaroid developing in one hand that rests on his hip.

“Dustin, go away!” You push your arm out towards your brother with closed eyes, sleep holding your body against Steve’s.

“No way! I was wondering how long it was gonna take before one of you guys caved! Jesus, mom had mentioned something about eggs drying up, and-“

“Henderson, shut up!“ Steve runs a large hand over his face, fingers press into his closed eyes, his other arm still firm against your back. “What time is it?”

“Damn it!!” Your mom’s shrill voice fills the room as she runs in and stops at the threshold. Steve shoots straight up, effectively flinging you away in the process, at the sight of your mom.

“Mrs. Henderson! I swear nothing-“

“Here.” She sounds disappointed as she reluctantly hands Dustin a twenty dollar bill.

“Did you guys-“ Your brows form a line as you take in the scene playing out in front of your eyes.

“Place bets? Yes. Since last year. Now if you don’t mind me, I will be making a call and playing tax collector.” Dustin bows dramatically. “Thank you both for your cooperation.”

You watch as your brother runs to his room, the static of walkie talkies and muffled yells, Guys! Come in! The eggs have hatched! I repeat, the eggs have hatched!, can be heard from the living room.

The couch huffs as you both lean against the frame, admiring the way sleep clings to your features. You can’t help but laugh at the way pieces of his hair disobey gravity.

“I think they’re talking about my ovaries.”

“Yeah, they totally are.”

a/n: thank you for the love on this!!!! I decided to make a little universe for them so here’s like a little part 2 :)

#steve harrington x henderson!sister reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #st4 #st4 fanfic

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itskattkm · 11 months

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New York New Rules | pt. 1

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I’m using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a long story

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You sat thoughtfully at your desk and looked out the window. You got the apartment a few months ago and were very lucky with it. You didn't feel like living in university anymore. You wanted your own four walls in the center of New York. With your part-time job at the pizzeria, you were able to save a good sum and were lucky that your boss rented several apartments. So it was almost fate as you like to say.

The lights lit up the city and the sounds of the moving cars and the large groups of people were more intense today than usual. You wonder why? Well... today was actually your favorite day of the year. Halloween. However, you have few friends and remain one of your own bubble. You never go out, never drink and never date. You didn't want to have anything to do with such a thing after the events of last year.

At the moment you are trying to concentrate fully on yourself, because your psyche was not the most stable at the moment. But you could always play that over like a pro. At university you were always the quiet but also nice y/n but you also knew that you didn't let any people get to you and are very careful.

You couldn't get around it and got your phone. You watch on Instagram what everyone else did. They all had fun and were at a party at the Frat House.

"What does Mindy do?" You asked yourself and looked at her story in the next moment. If there was someone you got along with and would call him a friend, it was Mindy. Just like you, she loves movies and has the same courses at university as you. So since you met you guys have always worked on most of the tasks together.

"Sweet" you whispered quietly when she had posted a picture of herself and Anika. Next came a selfie on which she, Anika, her brother Chad and Tara were on it.

You couldn't help it and had to smile when you saw Tara. She just looked fantastic. Whenever you saw Tara. You had this reassuring feeling in you. Something about her was so attractive and exciting. You had the feeling that you could let go with her.

When you realized how quickly you were lost in thought, you turned off your cell phone and thought. Pull yourself together Y/N you didn't even say a word to her.

Suddenly your cell phone vibrated. Surprised, you had picked it up and saw that you had a message from Mindy. When you clicked on it, Instagram opened. In your chat you could see that you liked her stories.

„Well shit…“

But that's how it was and in this case it only suited you.

"Hey y/n! You absolutely have to come by. The party is pretty chill. Could be something for you"

You had to slightly grin. Mindy knew exactly what you didn't like about parties. Maybe she was right? You quickly turned around and looked at the wardrobe. You didn't have a costume. What could you wear?

You got up from your chair and started rummaging through the closet. You had some fishnet tights from last Halloween. A red big cape...

"Why not?" Quickly you were looking for a withe dress that you could wear underneath. You didn't have so many, but your choice was limited. So you decided on the tight-fitting dress that was almost too short. You would only feel comfortable in it with your black shorts.

So the next moment you put on your tight black shorts and pushed them so high that they wouldn't look out from under the dress.

You have already been on the streets of New York as a new and sexy variant of Little Red Riding Hood. The smell of the pizza in your hands was so soothing that you didn't worry about what to expect at this party. And if you're already going there, then not empty-handed. That should be a thank you to Mindy and maybe you could get Tara's attention.

When you arrived at the party, you were easily overwhelmed. Either Mindy had misjudged the situation here or it had changed rapidly in the last 45 minutes. The music was almost too loud for you. You hated it when she was too loud, so you could understand almost nothing and no one, but you always tried your best.

When you arrived in the living room of the Frat House, you looked around again and there she was. She sat on the couch with Anika. When Mindy's gaze met yours, she smiled broadly and you had waved at her as if packed. You quickly sat down with the two of them. "You came?seriously?!" She asked stunned and hugged you as a greeting. You had to laugh and said "how could I have said no, I love Halloween" you briefly hugged Anika as a greeting and put the pizza box on your thighs. "Did you really bring pizza?" Mindy asked with big eyes. You nodded and couldn't do anything about your grin anymore "I couldn’t comhere empty-handed... above all, I know such parties. You're always starving"

Anika looked at you in amazement "for the fact that you are only stuck in your apartment, you are always prepared for everything" you opened the pizza box and the scent of a classic pizza salami blew towards you. It was like a drug to you. You loved it. And the others, too. "Where are the others? I got them for all of us," you asked and hoped to meet Tara right away. Mindy showed with her find to the left "Chad and Ethan are busy with dancing and girls".

You notice how Anika errates next to you "and Tara seems to make a big mistake right away" your looks follow that of Anika. Your heart unconsciously began to beat faster. There she was. She seemed a little bit drunk, you noticed the way Tara moved. But her eyes also spoke for themselves.

"I'll take care of it," said Anika and stood up. You both are watching the situation. The way Tara's eyes flirted with Ricky drove you crazy. Damn you had wished she would look at you like that but even if she would. You would be far too shy and just break the moment.

But wait... that was Ricky. That dude really wasn't good for Tara. We noticed that Anika's help attempt went wrong. For this reason, Mindy got up and said "I'm going to get Chad" I nodded to her, closed the pizza box and went to Mindy to help her.

What happened next went too fast. You didn't know what to do. You had felt so out of place and regretted going to this party. But to summarize what happened. Frankie became slightly tangible towards Tara. But then Chad came and intervened. There was almost a brawl and then suddenly Tara's sister was there and Frankie was tased in the balls. Now we were standing in the park of the campus. Tara and Sam had argued. I looked back and forth in panic. Tried to hear away. I didn't belong to their group and didn't have the right to see this. I was just a friend of Mindy's. I was so relieved when Anika held her arm under mine and held me tight. Together we stood a little away from the others and hoped they would get back together. Thanks to Anika, I felt like I wasn't so lost here anymore. I was so busy with myself that I didn't realize how a group of students almost gave up on Sam and poured a drink over her. Tara used the situation and walked away, the others followed her. Anika tried to follow them, with me in her arm tangled. But I decided to stay.

"Take the pizza with you... they gonna need it later" Anika looked at me slightly confused but still gave me a cute smile when she went after the others. You ran past Ethan and gave Sam a pack of tissues out of the bag you had with you. She looked at you silently for a moment. You could see frustration in her eyes. She sighed and nodded. "Thank you" came from her quietly when she took the tissues to dry herself. You gave her a sad smile and said goodbye. You didn't feel like following the others and because you weren't part of the group, you didn't want to interfere there either. So you were on your way home.

"The evening was worth it"

Did you say to yourself and hoped to lie in your bed soon and just sleep.

First chapter 👀 more coming ✌🏻

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spacefinch · 6 months

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Rating TNG Characters based on how I’d handle being home alone with them

Picard: Good for a nice quiet afternoon. I imagine he’d just spend all day reading whatever book he’s currently working his way through. I would probably also be reading. And of course, it wouldn't be a proper visit without some "tea, Earl Grey, hot."

Riker: It is party time. This could mean a number of things: Watching a movie, going to a hamburger joint and then frozen yogurt “just because”, or just hanging out. When we’re not doing the aforementioned, we’re listening to jazz music.

Deanna: I try to tell her I’m not interested in a “girls’ day,” but she quickly wins me over. Not only does she make “girly” things like shopping and hair and nail painting fun, she also takes me to get ice cream (which we eat while watching a cheesy movie). By the time she has to leave, she’s ensured that my family won’t run out of dessert for the next two months.

Tasha: I would LOVE hanging out with her, no questions asked. At home, we’d probably play games or something, but it’s more likely we’d be on an outing. There’s not a lot of talking that goes on. I try not to ask about her past, since it’s clearly a sensitive subject for her. Instead, we talk about things like our favorite animals, or how the weekend went.

Data: Another crew member I would love to hang out with. Before going home, we make a quick (translation: 2 hour) stop at the library, during which Data signs up for a library card. Most of our conversations are just back-and-forth infodumping. Further benefits: help with homework (especially math and music), and getting to pet Spot. (He definitely brings Spot over.)

Geordi: 90% of our time together is spent geeking out over various stuff. The rest of the time is spent doing stuff like building model airplanes and listening to radio dramas. However, I do not get to bed until almost 2 AM because neither one of us has a healthy sleep schedule.

Worf: Another “not a whole lot of talking” situation. He tries his best to make some sort of traditional Klingon dish, but the kitchen is a disaster afterwards. I try a tiny bit of the food just to be polite, but it’s not my favorite and I decide to just have leftover pasta. The rest of the evening is spent trying to get the kitchen back in order before my parents come home.

Beverly: Definitely the mom friend. She doesn’t let me watch TV until I get my homework done, but she does help me with said homework. Afterwards, though, we watch a recording of a Broadway musical together. Or if it works out, she takes me to see a play in person.

Wesley: In this situation, it is I who is the responsible adult. Nothing productive happens, unless you count “spent the whole day playing video games, showing each other memes, and doing questionable science experiments” as productive. We try to cook dinner, but it doesn’t go very well and we just end up ordering pizza and eating it while watching a movie.

Q: No. Absolutely not. Besides, he would rather be harassing Captain Picard and company. He does try to intrude on my read-a-thon with Picard, though.

Guianan: She’s not the one hanging out at my house, I’m at her house. Or at her restaurant. She’s very nice to me and has plenty of advice regarding my concerns about navigating social life. I would be honored to hear what wisdom she has to offer me.

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melancholysway · 2 years

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TMNT Headcanons: Japanese

For every installment of TMNT I’m providing why each turtle would speak/practice/appreciate Japanese, enjoy!

TMNT 2003

Leonardo

- speaking in Japanese strictly to speak formally to Splinter

- doesn’t curse

- nothing informal, iykyk

- I honestly think he would be great at writing kanji, I headcanon that Leonardo has the neatest handwriting out of his brothers

Raphael

- definetely uses that shit to degrade EVERYONE and EVERYTHING that pisses him off.

- You know that man gets mad at everything, even BUGS.

-Expect it to be very informal, likes to use it around Casey to confuse him

-can’t write it as good as Leo, but it’s legible & that’s what matters y’all

Donatello

- uses it to curse…but a little for the sake of speaking it just to speak it.

- Still working on informalities and formalities, but whatever

- not the best at writing it

-chicken scratch fr fr

- don’t ask him to write anything for you

-secretly uses duolingo, emotionally attached to the duo bird xoxo

Michelangelo

- uses it to curse

- can translate (when nobody asked,)

- also to joke around, observe:

Raph: *incoherent cursing in Japanese*

Mikey: so what he means to say is-

Leo: I know what he said!

TMNT 2007

Leonardo

-loves to describe different things using Japanese. Like, he'll compliment the weather or the way something looks

-liked to use it in South America to scare people into thinking it was a ghost

- sort of kind of writes it, not all the time, I think 2007!Leo would fuck up some Japanese poetry though <3

Raphael

-you guys remember his police radio right? Sometimes he'll go on there and talk in Japanese just to fuck with them.

-they dont know what he's saying

-observe the phrase Raph loves the most:

"クソ制服からゼリーを舐め続けろ、ろくでなし！"

-ill let you guys search that.

- uses it around Mikey to confuse him, but only for short phrases

-doesn’t write it as much, I headcanon he has the second best handwriting in this one since he’s canonically left handed, (I’m ambidextrous) but I speak for all left handed people that we dislike the lead stain on the side of our hands A LOT.

Donatello

-like raph, he uses it someitmes to fuck with the customers on the other line of his IT Tech Support job. If they're giving him a hard time, or being plain stupid, he'll start describing what to do to fix their problem in a different language.

-uses it freely, except one time he was helping a guy who was fluent in it.

-all it took was a "yokai" in response and Donnie was bamboozled.

-he doesn't use it as much on there anymore after that.

-definitely had one of those learn kanji books where you trace the symbols so he can better learn the linework

Michelangelo

-i like to think in this universe of tmnt, Mikey and Splinter watch J-dramas together

-its already mentioned that Splinter is into soaps, imagine him and Mikey watching a good old J-Drama from the 90s.

-Without english subtitles

-Splinter likes it that way, it's more dramatic

-has definitely taught some kids from the parties he hosted how to write pizza in Japanese

TMNT 2012

Leonardo

-okay, he definetely has watched Space Heroes in the Japanese Dub

-A1 voice acting, he loves it

-He sometimes like to say the orders in his head he says to his brothers in Japanese, to see if he still got his translating skills yk?

- would try and speak it around Karai to impress her no doubt

- called inanimate objects by their name in Japanese- couch: ソファー table: テーブル mutagen: 変異原, you get the gist yall

-while splinter was teaching them all how to read and write, Leo got his hands on some post-its and stuck them on every piece of furniture and machinery around the lair and wrote their name in kanji

-convinced that it works and don’t tell him otherwise

Donatello

-would 100% teach April a thing or two

-Master Splinter offered to teach April

-cue Donnie coming into the cut saying he could do it instead

-one on one study sessions with him and April, she enjoys it a lot

-donnie is actually a great teacher

-until he gets into the phonetic and semantics- ie; the science on why in the Japanese language they pronounce certain things the way they do

-she doesn't remember much about that part

- talks to himself while he’s working on an invention, sometimes to Timothy

-Timothy definitely doesn’t understand what the fuck he’s saying

Bayverse TMNT

Leonardo

-most likely uses it while on missions and fighting and in stealth mode, but mainly uses sign language during said stealth mode

-he practices his writing all the time, is really into line work and origins of the language/the evolution of it from ancient to modern Japanese

- enjoys reading it in his downtime, that man definitely has a stack of old Japanese literature that he likes to read!

Donatello

-Reddit man for the win

- anything about Japanese culture/aesthetics, he can answer!

-doesn’t speak it much, but he enjoys learning about the culture a lot!

-REALLY loves Japanese City Pop, probably bayverse Donnie’s favorite genre of music no doubt

-Donnie passes notes under the door of his lab to whoever’s passing by when he needs something, not a full sentence at all, just one word notes.

Observe:

After some loud knocking coming from the other side of the lab door, Leonardo comes to it as if it’s a habit at this point. He’s so used to Donnie not coming out his lab for hours, and he’s come accustomed to retrieving any item he needs from the “outside world.”

So when he sees the neatly placed slip of paper of “food!” written in chicken scratch kanji, he’s trudging his feet to the cupboard where Donnie’s secret stash of lab snacks are. Yes, a whole bin that’s labeled “lab snacks.” He reaches for the usual packet of strawberry frosted Pop-Tarts, noticing that there’s only one box left. He would have to ask April to get some again soon.

Leonardo wonders if he should attempt to toast them for Donnie, but as he glances at the silver toaster that Donnie fixed (again) a few nights ago, he thinks about how badly it would end and how pissed Donnie would get for having to fix it the 4th time this week. He picks out the aluminum wrapped strawberry Pop Tarts as is, placing the bin back in its secret place to where Mikey can’t see it.

Raphael

-likes the art aspect of Japanese culture, has the kanji for “family” etched on his shell

-since he knits in his past time, he makes small things that reflect the language or art in some way, whether it be making a cherry blossom rug for Splinter’s room, or making Mikey his requested mits for the winter time patrols with his name written in kanji

- like Donnie, he doesn’t verbally speak it, but incorporates it into his life in some way

-will engrave anything if his that he can with kanji

-since he can’t exactly get a tattoo, he reverts to engraving, hence his shell

Michelangelo

- 100% calls the pizza shop and orders in Japanese

-they don’t understand what he’s saying

-when the Hamato family is feeling some Japanese food, he hits them up and orders in Japanese, he gets all giddy when they respond back

Rise!TMNT

Leonardo

-him and Donnie argue in Japanese 110%

-he’s struggling with memorizing certain kanji symbols, so he’s using Rosetta Stone

-doesn’t like the Duo bird

-has a conspiracy theory that the Duo bird tracks his every move???

-will switch the TV to a J-Drama or put Splinter’s TV to the Japanese Dub version of whatever he’s watching just to fuck with him

-secretly enjoys said J-Dramas

-pretends to be leader and barks orders in Japanese

-yeah nobody listens to him

Donatello

-using his “platinum library card,” he loves those Japanese picture books of modern art

-DOES NOT lend them to Mikey, since he’s missing some now

-overdue library books because of this

-really enjoys those learn kanji trace workbooks, will trace the symbols with a purple colored pencil

-also, everything he writes will be in purple

-he doesn’t care what you think about that

Raphael

-calls animals by their name in Japanese

-cats, dogs, whatever! He’s naming them out loud

-had a pet parrot once that he got to speak back to him in Japanese

-he loved that

-until Leo got his parrot to curse in Japanese

-didn’t know how to make him stop, so he had to deal with that for a while

Michelangelo

-participates in changing the TV around to the Japanese Dub with Leo to mess with Splinter

-the cause of Donnie’s overdue books

-he really likes the art! Preferably the modern art

-100% prank calls people with Leo pretending to be foreign realtors & telling people they’re overdue on their car insurance

Masterlist

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #raphael #donatello #leonardo #tmnt imagines #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt fandom

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