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hwaitham · 8 months

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𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ‎

wriothesley x sub!f!reader . nsfw — mdni . rewrite + repost from old blog ﾉ established relationship ﾉ daddy kink ﾉ breeding ﾉ oral [ m -> f ] ﾉ dirty talkin' ooo finger suckin' ooooo (๑ ˃̵͈́ᵕ˂̵͈̀ ) ﾉ infantilization + mindbreak ﾉ praise ﾉ lotsa petnames [ babydoll + little girl + princess + sweetheart + baby ] ﾉ sappie wuvie dovie sex bcos ! ! well :3 it's me !

the fortress of meropide’s pankration ring is vacant now— three hours after the stronghold’s annual boxing spectacle, two hours after champagne showers, one hour after all the prisoners and gardes have made their way back to their sleeping quarters.

the fortress of meropide’s pankration ring is vacant now, nearly— it’s pitch black, nearly, save for the warm yellow flickers of the half-functioning light fixture hanging above the ring’s canvas, the image it casts on the rusty steel walls of two bodies pressed together.

a dancing shadow of your back curling into a perfect arch off the floor, the tilts and turns of wriothesley’s head as he fervently suckles on your clit with alcohol-stained lips, the heels of your frilly-socked feet digging further into his shoulder blades, toes wriggling within the lavender fabric.

“daddy—!”

“pussy tastes so good—”

“pleasepleaseplease— won’t last if you keep— h-huuughh…”

“so fuckin’ sweet— shit, babydoll.”

it’s not like your lover to dirty talk you like this— obscenely and unabashedly and so greedily— licking and sucking and slurping and huffing, blunt nails digging into the plush of your thighs, past the white stockings he’s fortuitously torn off your legs where he now leaves little mauve moons upon your skin.

your lover is usually all grunts and groans and whines that get tangled in his throat— but you adore it when he gets like this. you adore it when he gets all touchy and clingy and desperate for your love after he’s knocked back a couple drinks, you adore the carnivorous growl in his voice when he tells you, fuck, princess, need you so bad, you adore the shower of praise and kisses and bold touches where his heart lies in his fingertips and he smudges lines of pink and red all over your flesh.

“pretty little pussy’s all mine… look at you, sweet thing practically drooling for daddy, yeah?” wriothesley moans, speaking more to your cunt instead of you, and pulls away, slick strung in a thin ribbon that connects his lip to the pearl of your clit. he watches how your hole twitches and clamps around air as it searches for something that only he can give you— hungry and ready with how much of your sticky cream oozes from it and drips down the globe of your ass, soaks the silk of his scarlet boxing robe that you lay atop of.

and your daddy’s right— it is practically drooling, so pathetically leaking for him.

“fuckin’ gorgeous.”

a glob of saliva builds under his tongue at the sight, and he gathers it in the purse of his lips before spitting it out onto your pussy, watching the frothy bubbles cling to your skin, laughing lowly when you begin to whimper and writhe beneath him, knead biscuits on his chest in a weak attempt to push him away.

“daddy, ‘s embarrassing when you look, o-oh—!” your protests are shushed when he collects the stringy mixture of his spit and your slick from your pussy and moves back up to meet your lips, kiss you messily.

“ah, ah, ahhh… don’t get all shy on m’now, sweetheart.”

the peach champagne on his tongue hits you after the sugary saltiness of your release, and evidently, you realize he must be drunk by the slur of his words, the greedy paws that cup your pussy, and then grab at your hips, your waist, your breasts.

a sharp glint of bright white has one of your eyes squeezing shut when wriothesley shifts to look down at you, his smile nothing short of beguiling. his frame is wide— broad shoulders and a strapping chest and sinewy arms that you’re caged under, the gold of the medal hanging loosely off his veiny neck reflecting the light from above.

and, oh, wriothesley thinks you look so pretty when the heavy metal thuds against your cheek amidst his soft swaying— he thinks you’ll look even prettier with his victory wrapped around your neck, because what’s his is yours, yours is his; you belong to him and he belongs to you.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

bringing the gold up to his lips, he places a sweet kiss on it, lowering the medal back down to you so you can place another one right on top of his, baritone voice losing it’s primal growl and replaced with something more silky, loving. “fuck, couldn’t have won this without you.”

your fingers scrabble at one of wriothesley’s hands, holding it tight to your chest— to your heart— because you think the sheer sincerity in his voice is enough to have you losing balance and falling into an abyssal love. but that’s okay, that’s where you belong, deep, drowning in it, because you love him, you love him, you love him.

“love you, i love you, daddy— so, so much; love you forever…”

and the fortress’ duke thinks you just might kill him, with that admission.

with that milky, fuzzy, adoring look in your eyes, and how you press his palm to your heart, serve him your entire soul on a diamond-embedded platter— it cuts into his chest and carves deep into his flesh. your words are flames, and they are but dew on his skin, soothing and healing.

something knots in his throat; and all of a sudden he feels overwhelmed— by the rush of alcohol in his blood, by how sweet you’re being for him, by the painful ache of his leaky cock as he slides the length up and down your folds, each of his movements decorated by a tiny whimper that’s pried from your throat.

“fuuuuck, haha— love your daddy that much, huh? well, i love you, princess. love you even after forever.” wriothesley hunches over so close to you, cupping your cheeks with such delicate care— as if you’re crafted from the finest porcelain— before he kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, shoving an eternity’s worth of promises and secrets down into your lungs.

he pulls back shortly thereafter to admire your kiss-swollen lips, wiping the pearls that dew at your lashes from just how achingly painful your weeping cunt feels— from how awfully you need to have your daddy inside you.

“inside— nghhh, wanna feel you inside, wanna—”

“i know, i know, but can you be a big girl ‘nd wait a little longer? can y’do that for daddy?” he shushes you with a sweet coo and prod of his thumb at the swell of your bottom lip, gathering the drool that sits there, before you obediently take the digit into your mouth. his cock jumps against your clit and wriothesley doesn’t realize that his mouth has been watering at the show you’ve been putting on for him until a drop of spit lands on your shoulder— your smaller fingers lightly wrapping around his wrist to hold his hand in place, sucking and swirling your tongue around his thumb, licking the tip repeatedly and hollowing your cheeks, giving his thumb the same attention and care you would his cock.

“a-awhhh, shit— you’re such a good girl, mhm?”

your hips grind up mindlessly against your lover’s cock at his praise and your mind fogs up in submission, taking the digit deeper, deeper, suckling and licking until you’re drivelling spit down your chin, giggling stupidly and coating his heart in fondant. “mhmmm, hehe—! wanna be your good girl, daddy…”

“yeah? archons, you’re so cute,” he chuckles with you, shaking his head at how you’ve already gone featherbrained from so much as a mere suckle of his finger, pinching your cheek softly within his thumb and forefinger. “gonna put it in now, ‘kay? gonna give you your cock ‘nd you’re gonna take it; like my good little girl.”

with his free hand, he holds the heavy weight of his cock in the palm, tapping it over your clit and thumbing at his slit to coax more pre out from it, using the glossy cream to lubricate you further as he slowly pushes his aching, flushed tip past the tight ring of muscle lining your entrance. there’s a lewd, wet pop that follows when he gets his bulbous head settled in between your sticky walls, and he can’t suppress the noise— something in between a groan and laugh— that escapes him.

“fuuuck me, y’hear that?” squelch, squelch, squelch. “haha, that’s my liquid luck.”

“uh huh, ‘s yours, daddy— ‘s all yours, i’m all youuurs,” your voice comes out as a sweet, broken keen, one that dizzies wriothesley and has blood flooding his cock.

“a-ah, you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear…” his breathing picks up as he shallowly thrusts himself deeper into your cunt— it hugs him like a vice— like it loves him, his cock, like it wants to milk it dry.

and without warning, he sinks fully inside of you until he’s buried deep in your sopping cunt— it’s a perfect fit. where his oozing tip is pressed up snugly against your cervix, every ridge and vein hitting all the right spots that line your walls.

you drawl out a pitchy whine of his designation at the sudden split of his cock, hiccuping on your breath as he leans his whole weight on you and pushes your thighs back to meet your chest until the backs of your knees land on his shoulders, hips gyrating to grind his pubic bone down on your puffy bud. it soothes the sharp tremors of pain ripping through your core, washing them over with waves of pleasure, and you can only arch your chest up into his almost instinctually, fingers finding his face to trace sloppy stars over high-set cheekbones.

“daddy, daddyyyy, i wanna k-kiss…”

your boyfriend smiles adoringly in response, not ignoring the heavy throbs and twitches of his cock within your drooling cunt at how fucking stunning you look underneath him: pouty and glassy-eyed as you weakly tug him closer by the lanyard of his medal, all ditsy and limbs pliable like the sweet little baby doll of his that you are, head near empty with nothing but daddy, daddy, daddy on your brain.

wriothesley finds himself unable to do anything but indulge your desperation, brushing his lips against yours softly— once, twice, until he feels your velvety breath settle in his lungs, and then he’s left craving more.

“ohhh, baby, so tight.” his hips begin to rock against yours, and with each drag of his fat cock along your gummy walls, a hot knot begins to boil in the pit of your stomach.

your lips break free from wriothesley’s when his thumb finds your clit, feeling him trace his name over the sensitive nub, gazing up at him through your dumbed out doe eyes, tongue caught in between your teeth in a dreamy little smile. because he looks so handsome like this, so, so gorgeous with raven and sleet slicked back by his fingers and the small strands that bounce and fall and curl around the pinch of his brows— it’s like he’s made of stardust and moonshine and tufts of clouds from the celestial skies.

“you won me this gold medal, what d’you wan’ in return? a ring? fuck— i’d give you the whole universe if you asked. put the fuckin’ oceans in the sky for you.”

an erotic mewl escapes you from how romantic he’s being and you’re almost certain he doesn’t realize the effect his champagne-kissed words have on you— your toes curl and hips grind up mindlessly into his, pussy throbbing on his cock when your clit brushes against the cream-frosted hairs at the base.

the hard clamp of your walls peels a low groan from him, head hanging low and medal gently slapping your cheek with each slow, deep stroke, “s-shit, you like that, huh? tell me what you want, sweetheart—"

“want your cum— want it inside— in here,” you cut him off with needy babbles as you bring his palms to your tummy, laying them gently over the love bites that scatter your flesh likes the stars scatter the night sky— an eternal reminder that you’re his. “please, pretty pleaseee— wanna make you a papa— mhnn!”

and then he’s plunging into you deeper than ever before, cutting your words short, breaking them off into pitchy little pants as he presses his crotch flush against your messy, web-coated folds and swirls the tip of his dick deliciously over that one spongy spot where you’ve been needing to feel him the most.

“awh, you wanna make me a daddy? but i already am one, aren’t i?” he teases, runs his knuckles under your jaw and tugs on the plump of your lip with his teeth.

flustered by his words, you whine, shake your head petulantly and try to hide your face from him with the back of your hand. squeeze your eyes shut bashfully. melt his heart into icing and frost cupcakes with it. “nuh uhhh, you know ’s not what i mean…”

it’s staggering— how adorable you’re being for him, with your sweet pleas and darling little whines, he can’t help but huff out a growl through gritted teeth before leaning down to gather your lips in a kiss; it’s filled with so much love and so much fervour when he swallows your pretty cries with his tongue in your mouth and, fuck, he’s certain that even the mere thought of stuffing you full of his seed is enough to bring him down to his knees.

“perfect— you’re my perfect little doll, yeah? gonna make you a mother, gonna make you my wife, gonna make you the happiest girl alive.”

and it’s all so much, too much, the thumb he has pressed flat against your tongue to pacify your sobs, the promises he washes your tears away with, the sound of gold thudding harshly against the canvas of the floor when he thrusts into you at a different angle— one that has the tip of his cock knocking at the sponge of your cervix in a way where your hips rock up into his own. “daddydaddydaddy, please, ‘m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cuuuum—!”

“my sweet girl’s already fucked silly? got nothin’ but cock on your little brain, uh huh?”

“uh huh, uh huhhhh— wan’ daddy’s cock, wan’ daddy’s cum, wanna— mmph!”

your mindless babbling pulls a harsh guttural noise deep from wriothesley’s stomach, his vision doubling at the shaky lilt to your voice, at the manicured nails that dig into his biceps and claw red wings there— an eternal reminder that he’s yours. “oh, baby, that’s it, there you go— c’mon, be a big girl and cum all over my cock.”

“n-no! nonono, wanna cum with youuu—” you cut him off with a sharp keen, wailing out when you feel him start to thrust harder, faster, pearls of your slick and his pre spluttering out to fall as dewdrops on your thighs. doing your best to wrap your arms around his neck amidst the jostles of your body, you pull wriothesley in closer, closer, until his lips meet yours and there’s no space for air between the two of you.

he can’t help but crumble to ashes as you weep into the kiss, as you cling to him— it’s heart-wrenchingly cute how badly you need him. your slurred whimpers of, daddy, daddy please cum— wan’ it in me f’ever, remind him of just how much he loves you, so much, it reminds him that he is the only one for you in this timeline and every other, he is the only one that can ever make you feel this way— and, fuck, it fills him with a rush that he’s certain he’ll never find in anything else. the knot of fire that treads up his spine coils tighter on itself at the sound of your pitchy breaths and pathetic whines.

it brings wriothesley to the heavens, and soon enough, he’s prattling on and tripping over his words just as you had been, drooling drivelling from his lips like a fucking dog.

“shiiit, all those pretty fuckin’ sounds you make, h-hah, gonna make me cum, baby— you want that? wanna make daddy cum? want his seed so deep inside ya? yeah, ohhh, i know you do, c’mon then, milk this fuckin’ cock, ’s all yours.”

and so, you moan and whimper and cry out for your daddy, goaded by his words and his cock moulding your cunt to the shape of him, toes curling and tapping helplessly over his shoulder, your orgasm flying through you from head to toe. “fuck, fuck fuck, daddy— ‘m cum’ng— cummiiiing, daddyyy—!”

it’s nothing short of endearing, how you clutch at the nape of his neck and whimper in the junction of his neck, little incoherent mumbles falling onto deaf ears. because when you cum, wriothesley cums too, seeing white, a strangled whine ripping from his throat when tiny squirts push past your hole where the creamy base of his cock sticks to your cunt and thick ribbons of his milk paint the walls of your womb.

your heart dances with wriothesley’s when they meet on the tip of his tongue, his nose brushing against yours with so much delicate care and a boyish chuckle pushing past him when your hips swirl in cute little motions to catch your clit on his pubic bone, grinding up and chasing his cock to keep it plugging you full. “wrio.”

it comes out as a sniffle, and he can’t help but blush at the small pout you send his way.

“yeah, princess?” he moves back to pull out of you, but your legs slip down from his shoulders in between his arms to wrap around his waist, ensuring his full length is kept inside your stuffed hole.

“if you move it’ll all leak out,” you whine, pitchy and puerile, “don’t want it to— wan’ it to stay in me forever and ever…”

his seed as a sliver of him in your tummy, a sliver of his love kept in your body until the end of time— his head falls forward into your neck where he can only bring himself to huff out an endearing laugh and repeat your words, “forever ‘nd ever, huh…?”

“mhm… forever ‘nd ever ‘nd even after that.”

you tug on the medal’s lanyard to prompt him to meet your gaze, absolutely cockdrunk and bambi-eyed with your bottom lip tugged coyly into your top teeth— wriothesley knows that look well, you cheeky little minx; and you giggle when you clamp down around him once more, coaxing another tiny rope of milk from his slit, evident by a sharp moan that escapes him mid-breath.

“you’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

he's dizzy— either from all the alcohol or the intensity of his high or a mix of both, but he still manages to bar you to his chest with two steady hands against your back and raise you both so that you’re sitting upright on the floor, and you cry out at the shift in position, at how his cock is nestled so incredibly deep inside that you swear you can feel him piercing your womb.

and it’s a sound that so sweet, so tooth-rottingly sweet, because wriothesley can’t help but mutter out small proclamations of his love as he lays them all over your face, can’t help the excruciating ache in his limbs and muscles and the uncomfortable twist and turn of his organs because, archons, he loves you.

“gold looks good on you, wrio,” you whisper, cheeks burning with warmth and popping like corn from how wide your smile is, from the accidental tickle of his fleeting touches.

you’re floating— high on his love, floating higher, higher, until you’re swimming in the oceans he put in the sky for you, the waterfalls up in the clouds.

the loss of his touch brings you back down to earth— his fingers are sticky, sweet and salty with drying champagne and a mix of your releases, but he could care less when he removes the medal from his neck and hangs it around yours, carefully laying the gold flat on your sternum, right above your heart.

and maybe he jumps the gun a little when he rubs your ring finger and searches for something that’s not there— his soul fanning across your face in sweet breaths when he starts thinking about white picket fences and a little angel with his hair, your eyes, his nose, your smile— the most beautiful blessing of all.

“well, i think it looks better on you.”

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letterstotheflre · 2 years

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𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 (𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒) || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: how the stains on eddie's sheets came to be

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. overstimulation, squirting, crying, lil bit of aftercare (is that aftercare or is it just normal pillowtalk?? i'll never know]

a/n: uhhhh i'm just gonna leave this here and go...

“Please,” you cry. Your back arches forward and your hands settle on Eddie’s stomach. You’re not even sure what it is you’re pleading for– him to stop or to keep going.

Eddie looks down to where you’re touching him. Pretty and dainty nails contrasting against one of his dark tattoos, digging into his skin and carving out a new one. Then lower, to his cock coming out of your cute little pussy with a white ring around the base like a medal.

He closes his eyes and squeezes your hips tightly. He has to take a deep breath so as to not cum for… what? The second time? Third time? He doesn’t even know. All he knows is that it aches yet feels euphoric, and you’ve almost milked him completely dry.

But when his gaze drifts even lower, to the puddle beneath you, made of both of your cum and the glistening liquid he managed to get out of you twice, – that, he remembers– his whole body seizes up with the need to see you come down one more time.

His hands explore the sides of your body, the heavy rings cooling the heat that emanates from your every pore. He strokes your waist, squeezes your tits and twists your nipples. Every little touch makes you shiver and whimper.

He cradles your wet face, brushes away a couple of tears before they can drip down your cheeks and slows down the pace, switching to deeper thrusts. Your little gasps are music to his ears.

“Just give me one more.” He’s the one begging now, kissing you through one of your sniffles as he hits the perfect spot he’s been abusing for almost an hour. He mumbles against your open mouth, his hot breath mingling with yours, “Please. Need to feel it. Need to- to see it. Please.”

Your lower lip wobbles as you shake your head. Eddie stops moving, buried to the hilt inside your sweet cunt. It keeps pulsing around him even though he’s not doing anything.

“Hey, hey,” he leans down on one arm and taps your cheek softly until you’re lazily blinking up at him. He smiles and you try to reciprocate, Eddie’s own grin widening when your lips pull up dazedly. “Hi, baby. I know you can do it, yeah?”

“I can’t,” you whine, hiccuping.

“Yeah, you can. You’re doin’ it already, see?” He cups the back of your head and tilts it down until you can see your hips grinding against his on their own, searching for friction. You flush in embarrassment, twitch in sensitivity when your clit finally drags against his hairy mound. “Fuck, baby, look so pretty,” he’s looking at your puffy and gleaming pussy. He smears a kiss on your forehead. “Need you to cum once more and soak this fucking sheet, and then we can do whatever you want.”

You bat your wet lashes at him and whisper tiredly, “Anythin’?”

“Anything,” he nods emphatically, the ends of his messy curls tickling your throat.

“Can we–” you lick your dry lips, your mouth cotton dry. “Can we watch ‘Pretty in Pink’, please?”

God, how could he ever say no to those puppy eyes and sweet little voice?

“We can watch it all fucking night if you want, princess.” You giggle and he’s done for– he chokes on his spit as he feels you contract around him. “Shit. Can I– please?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you say meekly, but Eddie can see the amusement in your eyes. You inhale shakily and give the guitar pick that hangs from his neck a playful poke. “Go ahead, cowboy.”

The little peace you knew flies out the open window of his trailer. He grips your hips once more and sees the couple of bruises forming, even a shallow dent in your skin caused by his rings. He moves his hips or he moves yours or it’s both at the same time, you can’t tell. It’s a flurry of thrusts and moans and wet sounds that leave you brain dead and scrambling for something to hold on to, Eddie’s voice echoing in your stuffed ears.

He never stops fucking talking.

“Got me whipped, sweet thing. Fuckin’ pussy whipped, the gang’s right. Don’t mind it though, feels so sweet around my cock. So fucking tight and warm, Jesus H. Christ.” The way the tip of his dick hits your cervix has your stomach tightening. “God, lemme just,” he searches through the slippery mess of your cunt and finds your clit, rubbing circles and flicking it until your vision goes white.

“Eddie,” you mewl and tug at his wrist. He intertwines the fingers of his free hand with yours and lets you hold on to him as you shake under him.

“That’s it, that’s, thaaat’s it,” he sounds pained as you soak the sheets, soak him. Every word is punctuated by a sloppy thrust that pulls sobs out of you. “Atta fucking girl.” His head falls back, his orgasm dangling on the edge. Of all things, it’s the sweet gesture of your kiss on the tips of his fingers and those teary eyes begging him silently that’s his unravelling. “I’m- I’m- Holy hell,” he whines as he cums.

It surprises you that he still has any cum left to give, but you don’t complain. There are a few things better than having Eddie fill you up.

He collapses forward, narrowly avoiding you, and slumps against the mattress. You squeeze his sides and it’s a relief to your emotional heart when he turns on his back and pulls you into his chest. The tears on your face mix with his sweat.

“You’re okay,” he chants. He pets your head, strokes your thigh that’s thrown over his waist. “You were so good, princess. Made me feel all fuzzy and shit,” he laughs and you close your eyes at the sound. A few minutes later, he sighs apologetically. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

You don’t have the chance to tell him no. He’s careful as he slips out of you with a wet sound that makes you whine in embarrassment. You hide your face behind your hands when the sticky white substance drips out of you and onto Eddie’s thigh, continuing it’s path to the bed sheet.

Eddie lowers your hands, strokes the inside of your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

You feel empty and disgusting, that’s what’s wrong. You don’t want to be clingy though, so you offer him half the truth, “I’m all dirty.”

There’s a knowing glint in his eye that tells you you are not doing a good job at hiding how you feel, but it’s gone when Eddie smirks teasingly. “I can clean you up in like, 5 minutes tops.”

“No!” you exclaim, knowing exactly what he means. “No, it’s gonna hurt, Eddie. After all that…” you trail off shyly, “‘m too sensitive.”

“Okay, okay. Guess I’ll have to do it the good ol’ fashioned way, then.” He sighs like it personally affects him. His palm presses against the side of your face and he moves his lips like a fish, “Gimme a kiss, at least. I miss those pretty lips.”

You laugh as he peppers your face with kisses; first your nose, then your cheek and chin and finally, your lips. “We’ll have to wash the sheets,” you chuckle and bump your noses together.

He groans. “Later,” and pulls you in for another kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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saturnsorbits · 11 months

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Don't Ask, Don't Get

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Talk of Losing Virginity, Virgin!Reader, FuckBoy!Kirishima-ish, Suggestive, Teasing, Word Count: 1.1k.

Summary: Kirishima has a reputation. You still have your virginity. How about that, huh?

A/N: Did I finally write something after all this time? Yes. Is it also mostly unfinished and very short? Also, yes. Will there be a part two? Maybe.

The clock on the wall ticks. It's an ugly thing, gimmicky, with thick, oddly carved arms poking out from either side. For a moment you just watch it, listening to the rhythmic beat of its arms as they shift counting down one minute, then two. You squint. It's ten minutes early, like someone has deliberately set the time to induce a constant state of minor panic.

Which is, from where you're sitting, pretty damn unneeded.

Perched on the edge of the bed, you feel pretty out of place amongst the scattered dumbbell weights and hanging medals. It's to be expected, of course. After all, this isn't your room and it's certainly not your bed.

No.

It's the bed of a boy.

And, not just any boy...

Kirishima Eijirou leaves the bathroom encased in a thick layer of steam. His hair is wet, having just showered, and down, it's ends tickling the tanned skin of his shoulders. The towel around his waist is tied poorly, dipping so low on his hips that the start of his dense thicket of pubic hair is clearly visible. He rakes a hand through his hair causing the muscle of his bicep to tense and the meat of his pec to stretch and jiggle.

It makes your stomach feel funny.

'So...' Flashing his signature bright smile, he digs a hand into the curve of his hip drawing your eye to the defined dips there. 'What did you want to talk about?'

I…’ You clear the dryness from your throat. ‘I was talking to Mina.’

‘Oh no.’ Kirishima grins. His eyebrows arc playfully on his forehead.

His mood is infectious and you find yourself sharing his smile; you’re not sure you’d be able to resist it if you tried. There’s something about him that makes you feel at ease, allowing you to sink deeper into his mattress as a girlish chuckle slips from your lips. ‘She…’ You swallow. ‘Well, we were talking and -.’

Kirishima rolls his shoulders, causing his still wet skin to shine softly in the light.

The motion steals your thoughts and ruins your confidence. ‘She said she knew you in middle school…’ You cringe. It’s not a lie. That was how the conversation had started after all. How it had ended, however and the reason you’d found yourself in Kirishima’s room at almost midnight on a Tuesday in your only pair of fancy, matching underwear… Was a different matter entirely.

If he notices the sudden, awkward detour in the conversation, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he laughs. A full bodied rumble vibrates through his chest, eliciting a chuckle that is half-kitten, half-avalanche. ‘Yeah. I was - uh - I was pretty different back then.’

You know. You’ve seen pictures on Mina’s phone. Back then, Kirishima had been small, with a mop of black hair and a smile that never saw the light. It’s a far cry from who he is now… Big, bright and boisterous. 'Yeah...'

'Did you and Mina talk about anything else?' He cocks an eyebrow, his large palms digging into the flesh of his hips.

'Yeah, we... We -.' You can feel his gaze on you, gentle and piercing all at once, but he doesn't force you to talk. Instead, he waits, patient, with that smile on his face that makes you want to know what it would be like to sit on it.

There's a sparkle in his eyes when he licks over his lower lip and rumbles. 'C'mon, you know you can just ask, right?'

All of the embarrassment in your body flames in your face. You can feel it bubbling there, threatening to make you do something stupid as you look up at the boy with a too bright smile and a cock that you've been promised will ruin you. 'I -.'

Taking a measured step forward, Kirishima leaves barely an inch between your knees. His smile is still blinding, but now, there's something new wedged in-between his teeth. 'You know...' Nudging at your knee with his, he encourages open your legs and steps between them. 'Mina and I have known each other forever.' Reaching down, he hooks a finger underneath your chin and presses his thumb to the bump of your lower lip. 'We talk too.'

A shiver breaks out down your spine making you feel too hot and too cold all at once. The hold he has on your face, although gentle, feels like a choke hold. The pads of his fingers calloused, keeping you easily at his mercy. 'I -.'

'So, just ask.'

His new proximity makes you dizzy as one million and on thoughts are sent speeding through your head at once. It's hard to think, hard to comprehend anything that isn't the rough of Kirishima's hand and the purr of his voice as he looks down on you sweetly, waiting with a patience you'd thought impossible. Swallowing, you loosen your tongue, but what leaps from your mouth is far from the question you'd wanted to ask. 'I'm a virgin.'

'Yeah?'

The bright sparkling you'd mistaken for curiosity has returned to his eyes, but now, there's something else laced within their red seas. It makes your chest tight and your pulse sink, migrating lower than you've ever felt it before. Instead of answering, you nod.

'Do you think that bothers me, sweetheart?' He coos. The hand curled under your chin tips, forcing your face further up. From this position, there's no avoiding his eye, forcing you to gaze right at him as he smirks.

A whine breaks through the seam of your lips, surprising even you as you feel yourself beginning to slip. You've never felt like this, both helpless and secure at the same time, but the way his eyes seem to glow when he looks at you has you treading air. He hasn't even touched you yet.

His eyes burn dark, hungry, as he lets his gaze slip down your body. A cool smirk itches at the side of his mouth, pulling his lip just enough to expose the ends of sharp teeth. As if reading your thoughts, Kirishima taps his thumb against your lip. Leaning down, he closes in until he can feel the soft pants of your breath fan against his cheeks.

'Because it doesn't.'

You squeak. His cheeks have warmed, giving his boyish charm an added highlight as the vulgarity slips easily from his tongue. It contrasts with the sweetness still lingering in his smile, promising so much more than his boyish charm.

'Use your words... C'mon, tell me what you want.'

'I...' You swallow. Between the heat already building in your stomach and the embarrassment coiled low, you're tongue tied, but you know you're not going to get what you want without asking for it – he's made that more than clear. 'I... I - want you to fuck me...'

He chuckles, tilting his head. 'Yeah?..'

You fidget in the space he leaves. 'Please?'

'Oh.' Kirishima's eyes blow wide, a wicked smile pulling at the edge of his lip. 'Look at you using your manners...' He licks at his teeth. 'I think we're going to have a lot of fun, Sweetheart.'

-> Masterlist

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #mha x reader #kiri x reader #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

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via-rant · 7 months

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Leo sat on the bathroom floor, against the wall, shaking and breathing heavy. He was at camp. He made it to camp. And he was sore from all the punches. Bruises from hours ago.

He wanted to curl into a ball when it was happening. He wanted to beg them to stop, just like in those homes. But he knew he deserved it. He scared them. It didn't matter if he had to save the world, it didn't matter that he sent them a hologram telling them he was fine. So he took it.

The same excuse they used. They're doing this because they love him. He didn't want them to get on their knees and praise him with gold medals but maybe some thank yous and hugs and tears of relief that he was alive, dear Gods he was alive.

His knees came closer to his chest, his arms across his chest, his nails digging into his skin, on opposite arms.

"Leo?" He heard and looked at the door. Percy stood there and Leo tried to ask what he wanted, put on a brave face, but he couldn't speak. It only made him worse.

Percy walked over and sat in front of him. That made Leo comfortable for some reason.

"It's okay. I'm here to help."

Liar! His mind warned.

"Hey, hey, don't lose me. Focus on my voice. You don't have to look at me. Just listen." He assured and Leo nodded. He liked that compromise. He had a nice voice.

"Take a breath and relax your shoulders." He advised and Leo followed it. He felt better.

"Now, do the same thing but with your knees." He did what he said and then his arms. When he was fully relaxed he realized he drew blood from gripping at his arms.

"Um... thanks."

"No problem man. Panic attacks are rank." He said and Leo snickered. "Yeah..."

"You need... help?"

"That'd be nice." So he did. He helped him sit on the toilet and gave him paper towels and bandages to clean himself up with. He could talk after a while.

"How did you... know how to help?" He asked and Percy looked at him.

"I noticed how scared you were. Why I hugged you instead. Being on your end isn't fun." He said and Leo knew what that meant. He recognized his fear because he also went through that.

"You didn't deserve it, Leo."

"I scared you."

"You died for us. For everyone. And then came back to save someone. Them being scared is... understandable but they should be scared for you, not angry at you."

"I... guess." Percy knew he couldn't convince him. It took years for him to come to that fact. He still has doubts about it.

"They shouldn't have taken it out on you, Leo."

"I'm gonna go to bed." He said and Percy watched him leave in concern.

#leo valdez #percy jackson #hoo #heros of olympus

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legendary-pink-dot · 7 months

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You've just finished running a really, really long way. Who would you like to see to cheer you across the finish line?

1) Frankie, in his tac vest and sweaty curls but no hat

2) Frankie, in his crane shirt, khakis and hat, with clean hair

3) Santiago and Frankie in their fight night outfits but Tom is with them and he won't leave.

Aw shit El, you really are gonna torture me today aren't you?! 😭

Okay, let's parse these options...

Option 3: Santiago and Frankie in their fight night outfits but Tom is with them and he won't leave - this one is immediately out because of Tom. I don't care that both Frankie and Santi would be there (even with Frankie looking extra scrumptious in those jeans) if Tom is gonna appear and ruin everything with his stupid face and orange jacket. He'd probably start berating the race director for the way the finish line is set up, and insist on changing the way the medals are handed out too. Fuck you, Tom.

Option 2: Frankie, in his crane shirt, khakis and hat, with clean hair - The crane shirt! 🫠 You know I love that thing. Because look how it enhances how BROAD he is. 🥵 And with those tight khakis and clean hair that just begs to touched... sigh. Would he let me run my gross, sticky, sweaty fingers through his freshly-washed curls? Because that would add points to this option for me.

(gif by uuuhshiny)

Option 1: Frankie, in his tac vest and sweaty curls but no hat - I'm sorry, did you say sweaty curls? I don't even care about the hat if there's gonna be sweaty curls on show. And the tac vest too?! This is my favourite option because I'll be super sweaty myself (I'm one of those people who develops a visible crusty layer of salt on their skin during a long run) so I'll have zero guilt giving him a sweaty hug and running my sweaty gross fingers through his sweaty curls. He's gonna allow that, right? He'll probably have a pack of cooling wet wipes stashed in his tac vest, because he's thoughtful and prepared like that.

Also, sweaty Frankie will have more immediate empathy for my exhausted sweaty self, which hopefully will translate into a tighter and more wonderful hug at the finish line as I dig my fingers into his curls and he has to hold me up and help me walk to the food tent, where I will inhale everything.

... So in conclusion, yeah, I think I'll go with Door #1: Frankie, in his tac vest and sweaty curls but no hat.

Thank you El for the very difficult and thought-provoking ask! 💜

#dot answers her asks #frankie morales

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noisymutantherelol · 15 days

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" WHAT!?! "

(I'm lazy so uh.....Yeah wukong tried to fiddle with the Dream Domain and released the Vaji) multi color text is multipule people talking at once ok- TW: Body Horror,Gore,Slay characters,Spicynoodles,ANGST

Kaiju and Macaque head to the docks looking for Sandy's boat," Macaque,over here ",Kaiju says before hopping onto the boat,Macaque quickly followed after her,The sky was grey and it was cloudy, ' This is getting creepy ', Kaiju thought to herself as she knocked on the door to Sandy's boats control center,as soon as she did Sandy opened, " Hey,your finally here! great, now we can go! ",He says as he starts the motor and also starts Macaques sea sickness(lol,skill issue).While we are on our way there,the clouds turn black,the water has turned a dark shade of grey, " Wukong....what have you done now... ", Macaque said while looking around at the creepy setting, and as soon as we now it we're there, " Alright,let's go see what that peach eating idiot did " , He said as a shadow portals appeared under us and teleport us to the entrance of Wukong's Hut, " WUKONG WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW- ", Kaiju An says busting the door open and then walks in, " OK ok, Kaiju An I know that you take your job of dream guarding pretty serious.....but I swear that I did NOT mean to- " , Kaiju An cuts him off by saying, " Release a parasite made out of corrupted magic and destroy life as we know it?, Yeah good job there, You Fool ",Kaiju An says bluntly, she sits down on the floor,it doesn't take a while for everyone else to come with Nezha being last to come," Monkey King? why are we here? ",Mk asks sitting down next to Mei,her being distracted on her phone texting to one of her other friends, " Yeah why are we here? ",Mei says as she puts her phone away and leans back,As Monkey King was about to speak,Kaiju An interrupted him and told everyone, " Well,Your here because our ginger monkey man here-,did something dumb,again and now The Vaji, Specificly the queen of the Vaji has been let loose and now so far from what I know I can sense that its taken someone over already.....so i'm gonna need your help trapping this thing.... ",She said leaving everyone in the room worried,angry (Nezha),and confused, " Wait-wait- why can't you do this yourself,you did it all those years ago....",Redson said from the corner of the room , " Because I'm now just learning about myself,and my ability's about my past life as a Celestial being, i've only learned on how I could beat them in the dream realm not in the real world........",She said,the room went quiet and in that silence, " AHHHHHHHH " ,The screams alerted the group and Macaque and Kaiju An teleported everyone to where the screaming came from (I HC that Macaroni,when he hears something he can make a image out of it).

The Gang gets there and when they do their meet with a horrid sight, " No....... it cant' be......it's really......Dong ", What they saw would stay in there memories forever....His head almost split open.......his body....Black cracks in his skin,his stomach ripped out,Organs exposed and bleeding everywhere and his arm is replaced with a Pitch black and inky Monster like ar e that is kinda half of his size , " What has it done........ ", Kaiju An said and when she did Dong instantly lounged for her faster than MAcaque could react, " AHHH- ",Kaiju An screamed as she was being pinned against the wall by Dong but, quickly she shape-shifted into a tiger and kicked her off of him throwing him back and breaking the wall of the warehouse they we're in, " COME ON! THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN BRING HIM BACK SO THE ONLY WAY IS TO KILL HIM BEFORE THE VAJI SPREADS! ", Kaiju An shouted as she ran towards Dongs body as doing so MK comes up and body slams him while in his monkey form , " NEZHA! GO TO THE CELESTIAL REALM AND- AAAHHHH ",Kaiju An screamed as Dong was now on her his claws digging deep in her body bleeding, " GET THE MEDALANT AND GO TO THE DREAM REALM AND WARN THE CELESTIAL REALM ITS THE FASTEST WAY TO GET THE NEWS OUT! ", She screamed in pain.She shifted back into a tiger and kicked back Dong near the others. Wukong quickly pulled out some of his ginger hair and blew them out making clones,holding down Dong as he roars in struggle. Tang used his mystic powers to suppress him even more but even that didn't stop him. Dong used his tail to swat Wukong and Tang away from him breaking Tangs spell and poofing the clones as he is growing to fast. In the momment of panic Kaiju An yells to Macaque, " GET EVERYONE THAT WE NOW THIS THING IS STRONGER WE' LL NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET! ",Kaiju An said getting ready to make the portal, " KID,WHAT ABOUT YOU!?! " ,PIgsy yelled at he carried Tang, " Don't worry about us.....we'll be at the Flaming Mountains Dealing with him ", She says,looking at MK with him nodding as the portal appears under her,MK and Dong sending them to the Flaming Mountains, " KAIJU AN,MK WAIT!-, Monkey king,Redson and Mei shout in unison , but they we're to late.....Kaiju An and MK has already left dealing with VJ!Dong at the Flaming mountains.

Everyone was recovering at pigsy's filled with guilt and anger. Mei felt his guilt eating her up,feeling like her stomach is upside down,with one thing she had from Kaiju An, a Moon themed bracelet now covered in blood, " WHERES KAIJU AN? ",Ying asked as she looked around (Mayor told her what happened) Mei sat up and told her," Dealing with Dong and she is giving us time to probably make up a plan and get ready.......",she trailed of as she looked at the bracelet in her hand.

' I hope she's ok........ '

(suffer and wait for a part two i'm busy ahh rn)

@yingjiaoyue here is your angst

#lego monkie kid #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk oc x canon #lmk oc fanfic #ying jiao yue #Kaiju An is totally ok #Mk angst #Mei and Ying are going to team up #NightJade duo slay

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brady/quinn, 11

things you said when you were drunk

The first time Quinn got drunk -- really drunk, properly drunk, more than "two illicit beers stolen from someone's billet dad where he pretended to like the taste" drunk -- it was his first week at Michigan. He had a Smirnoff Ice, and then a screwdriver with two and a half shots of plastic bottle vodka in it, and then the junior he was following like a baby duck started pouring things into a red cup without measuring, and then next thing he knew he was wobbling all the way home. Quinn still remembers that feeling of weightless joy, untethered to anything real. How he felt like he could do anything, be anything.

Tonight feels kind of like that.

"Shit, Quinn," Brady says, one arm looped around Quinn's neck, fingers caught in the ribbon of his medal. Quinn needs to focus on standing straight and still, because if he doesn't, he'll fall over and take Brady with him. That's an awful long way to fall.

It's hard to focus, though. Hard to devote his brain power to keeping both of them upright when Brady's fingers are tracing the curve of his neck, knuckles brushing the hollow of his throat.

"I can't fucking believe we're here," Brady says. He's leaned in close, has more than half his weight on Quinn. His breath is hot, smells like the shots they've been pounding like water seemingly since the medals got hung around their necks. They finally get to go to Worlds, and they win the whole fucking thing. Quinn and Brady won the whole fucking thing, did this together, the way they talked about it almost a decade ago. "Shit."

"Yeah," Quinn says. When he rocks back on his heels, he can’t move very far. Brady is so solid behind him. Like a wall, or a very tall tree. Unlike a wall, or a tree, Brady's warm, furnace-hot. If Quinn hadn't already sweat through his t-shirt, he would've by now just from Brady’s proximity.

"It's awesome," Brady slurs. His free hand gestures with his cup even as his other hand drags up and down Quinn’s neck, along Quinn’s shoulder. All the blood in Quinn’s body seems drawn there, magnetized. His skin is tingling. "I'm so glad I got to do this with you, you know? Got to win with you. Fucking -- incredible." When Brady turns his head, his nose brushes Quinn’s cheek. "I love doing this with you."

"Yeah?" Quinn asks stupidly. He can't think. Can't even concentrate enough to stay upright. Can only collapse back into Brady. Surrendering to gravity.

"Yeah, dude," Brady says. "Don’t you?"

Quinn nods. The room spins. His medal shifts against his shirt. "I love doing everything with you," he says, because it's true, because it feels right to.

Brady’s thumb digs into the muscle at the base of Quinn’s neck, the ragged nail catching on Quinn’s skin. It cuts through the heady haze of cocktails and confidence, makes Quinn wonder if he really can say anything. Do anything. He sucks in a breath, holds it.

Brady doesn't let go.

#ask meme

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nirikeehan · 4 months

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Happy friday! "sharing food" from the fluffuary propmts

Thanks, Blue!

Came up with some post-Barovian nonsense for shady besties tonight for @dadrunkwriting

WC: 792

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She puts the pie down in front of him, steam wafting up from the flaky crust. Metrion’s eyes go wide, as if he’s never seen a shepherd’s pie before. They’re brown in the dim light of Herald’s Rest, but she’s grown used to his many disguises. And his true appearance, his exotic background. She had assured him he wouldn’t need to hide himself at Skyhold, but he’s done it anyway, taking on the part of the unassuming, tan-skinned human. It will take some time, she thinks.

Thalia hands him a fork and sits on the bench across from him. She stabs her side of the pie with her own. “So. First impressions?”

“That this is bloody better than wolf jerky.” His voice is muffled by a full mouth, his head bowed over the dish, hair hanging down in his face. He eats like a prisoner might, she has noticed: hunched and frantic, afraid each meal may be his last. Her heart tugs with a little pang of pain.

“I meant Skyhold.” She eats a forkful of gravy, meat and peas, wonderfully seasoned. The cooks know what they’re doing. It’s so good to be home.

Metrion shrugs. “’S big. Busy. Full of people.” He glances at her quickly. “They all defer to you.”

Thalia nods. “I am the Inquisitor.”

“Yeah, but you never really explained what that means. I think I get it now.” He looks away, to the casks of ale Cabot rolls out from a back room. He taps his empty stein on the table between them. “Be a love and get me another pint, will ya?”

Thalia laughs, but she does as he says. This catches the eye of many in the tavern, but she ignores them. When she returns with the frothing mug, he takes it from her and slings it back. He wipes his mouth, though through the illusion, no foam stands out on his lip. “Is it gonna be a problem?”

“Is what going to be a problem?” Thalia breaks off a bit of pie crust and chews on it. She has a feeling she knows what he’s getting at, but she intends to make him say it.

“Me being here. Think there’s at least a dozen blokes ready to defend your honor because I dared make the Inquisitor serve me ale.” He switches mid-sentence to the accent he uses to impersonate nobility.

Thalia takes a breath. “You’re here because I invited you. You’re under my protection. If anything, you deserve a medal of valor for helping me escape Barovia alive.”

Metrion chortles into the ale stein. “Sure. Right. Like anyone’ll pin a medal on my chest.”

“I can,” Thalia retorts. “I will, if you want. In the main hall, in front of everyone.”

“While sitting on your throne, your highness?”

“It’s technically your worship,” Thalia reminds him. Metrion scoffs, burying his face in one hand.

She chews her lip. “You don’t have to stay, you know.” The words are painful in her throat, even worse rolling off her tongue. “I just thought, after everything we’ve been through, I didn’t want to you to have to…” Return to old habits, she wants to say, but that feels too judgmental. She’s adamant about not judging him, not the way her team did. Not when he understands her in strange, unexpected ways no one else has, and would have died for her several times over.

She’s worried, though, that this was perhaps too idealistic of her. That removing Metrion from the environment that exacerbated his worst impulses isn’t enough to break the cycle of shame she’s observed in him. Some behaviors he’s slid right back into. One she’s aided herself, by giving him the ale he requested.

His hands don’t shake anymore, at least.

“No, no, no, no.” Metrion waves at her dismissively. “Don’t get me wrong, this is loads better than the streets of Waterdeep or Neverwinter. Just. Takes some gettin’ used to, all right?”

He digs into the pie again, eating very deliberately while maintaining eye contact, as if to appease her. He has an intense gaze when he wants to, a way of making it seem like she is the only person in the room who matters to him. She knows this is a trick of his, a way to butter up a target, but he does it enough unbidden she suspects it’s also simply the way he is with people he likes.

They eat in silence for a while.

“This meat really is superb,” Metrion comments, licking his fork clean. He glances at her, a smug smile tugging at his lips. He looks away, feigning wistfulness. “Not as good as Ismark’s, but. You know.”

Thalia groans with laughter and throws her napkin in his face.

#dragon age drunk writing circle #fics #thalia trevelyan #metrion the magnificent #shady besties #i may already be devising a sequel to #it's never sunny in barovia #i'm calling it #it's always sunny at skyhold #lmao lmao

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niemernuet · 10 months

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Small, painless oneshot for this weeks' off-season winter sports fandom challenge, inspired by Stefan Rogentin's first world-cup podium in the Super-G race in Wengen and Gilles Roulin who had exams one day after the downhill. And also by Gilles' sweet story on ig a few days ago. ♥️

The Tin Pitcher

pairing: Stefan Rogentin/Gilles Roulin characters: Stefan Rogentin, Gilles Roulin length: 1'400 words

The small village high above the valley is almost bursting at the seams, with people shuffling shoulder against shoulder through every street and alley, past bars and food stalls. Music blasts from seemingly every house but nowhere louder than on the village square. The ceremony has only just ended, and the crowds are still pressed against the fences, hoping for another picture or an autograph. Stefan can neither hide nor escape, even though he tries both. He barely catches a glance of the person at the far end of the square, the smile he would recognise in every crowd, before Mauro and Beat tackle him. His prize for the second place in the Super-G, an old fashioned tin pitcher, lies heavy in his hand as they escort him to the bar, all the while congratulating themselves on keeping him from sneaking away. The bar is on the roof of a hotel, not theirs though, and through the glaring, flickering lights shooting into the night Stefan can see the track winding around the mountain like a bow, waiting for the next race tomorrow. There is a lot to celebrate today, not just his very first podium in the World Cup or Odi's third place but also, more important than his achievements anyway, Mauro's and Beat's retirements. Still, his heart is not really in it, knowing what is happening at the same time somewhere down the road. He indulges them nonetheless, Mauro and Beat who refuse any nostalgia or sadness tonight, and Marco and Aleks who keep handing him one glass after the other that he discretely starts to dump into the giant pots of boxwood standing around the roof after a while. He manages his escape in the end, once Odi jumps on the bar and throws his shirt into the hollering crowd, and slinks into the night. Nobody spares another glance at him as he walks past the parties in the streets, his pitcher hidden under the jacket.

He has always been good at hiding.

The door clicks softly as he pushes the card into the slot, and quietly he slips into his room. It lies in almost complete darkness, the sickly light of the laptop and tablet on the table barely reaching the foot of their beds. Stefan stays still for a moment, his back resting against the door, and takes in the familiar sight.

"Hey."

"Hey," Gilles answers. His eyes remain glued to the screens, scanning the endless rows of text as he scrolls down the pages. Ever so often he stops, and grabs one of the many sheets of paper scribbled all over with notes, lying scattered all around him. The harsh light from the laptop paints dark shadows under his eyes and around his nose and turns his skin the colour of the trampled snow down in the streets.

"I saw you at the medal ceremony," Stefan says.

"Indeed?" Gilles says to the screen. "Cool."

Stefan laughs softly, and pushes away from the door. He puts the heavy pitcher down on a stack of notes on the table. Gilles' lips move without any sound coming out as he follows a certain text passage, and he does not flinch when Stefan bends over, and presses a kiss in his hair.

"It was," he says as he begins to undress. "Though I have to say the fire was a bit of a surprise."

"Huh."

"Yeah. But it only singed Aleks a little bit, so all's well."

"M-hm."

Stefan smiles. "Also, he will have enough time to recover anyway, seeing as they cancelled the race tomorrow." The cleaning crew that tidied their room today hid his shirt under the freshly made bed, and he has to dig through the stack of pillows.

"Good, good," Gilles mutters.

The fan in the windowless bathroom starts to whir as soon as Stefan flips the light switch. He leaves the door open while he brushes his teeth. "The afterparty was nice too. Beat retired from his retirement, by the way."

"Yes."

"Says he will start for San Marino from now on."

"Exactly!"

Gilles grabs another sheet from the table, and compares his notes with the text on the screen before resuming his lecture. He does not take notice of Stefan turning on the bedside lamp before sitting down on the bed behind him.

"Also, Odi offered to suck me off."

Gilles whirls around in his chair. "He fucking what?"

Stefan breaks down laughing.

"You…," Gilles growls, and he is just about to join him when he finally returns to reality. He jumps up straight in his chair, taking in the night that had fallen around him, and then turns to the laptop to read the time.

"But why are you here?" he exclaims, and turns to Stefan again. "You're supposed to be at your party!"

"I was tired."

"You can't be tired already! You only win your first world cup-podium once!"

Stefan laughs again, and holds out his palm. "That's generally how it goes, yes."

Gilles smiles at him, and puts his hand in Stefan's. It is a familiar weight there, his thumb knowing every ridge and bump of Gilles' fingers as he strokes them. They understand each other even without talking; their secret language that only they know has more than words, and Stefan only needs to cock his head, and put some pressure in his grip for Gilles' smile to fall.

"No!"

"I couldn't stay at the party," Stefan explains, ignoring Gilles' exclamation. "I have something important to do."

"No, please!" Gilles begs, and tries in vain to pull his hand out of Stefan's tightening grip. "Please, you don't understand! I can't…"

Stefan raises his eyebrows, and stands up.

"The exam is in two days!" Gilles says loudly, and grabs the lid of his laptop with his free hand to keep Stefan from shutting it. "I have to learn! Please, no!"

With a smile, Stefan bends down. "You have a race tomorrow," he whispers. "You need to sleep."

He presses a kiss against Gilles' babbling lips and slowly, unrelentingly shuts the laptop until its light vanishes.

"Just one more chapter, I promise I won't stay up longer but I need to go over that last part again, otherwise I can't…not the tablet too! Stefan!"

Stefan laughs as the tablet shuts down with short beep. He wraps his arms around Gilles when he jumps up, not in the least bothered by the flashes of anger shooting out of his dark eyes. They die quickly, like the laptop and the tablet, with another kiss that pulls a defeated sigh out of Gilles. It is far from the first fight they have battled in the past weeks.

"You have learnt, and relearnt, and crammed everything you need to know," Stefan mutters against Gilles' lips, and softly guides him towards the bed. "All you have to do now is keep your cool. Tomorrow you will have a great race, and after another night's rest you will blow the examiner's mind with your knowledge, and next week in Kitzbühel I will finally be able to begin every sentence with 'My lawyer says…'."

"I'm not becoming a lawyer!" Gilles objects while Stefan pushes him down onto the mattress, climbs over him, pulls the blanket over their feet, and turns off the bedside lamp. "It's just the final exam for my Masters of Law. If I wanted to become a lawyer I'd have to acquire a letters patent which means I would have to pass the bar, which means I would need at least five years of on-the-job-experience, and I don't…"

He breaks off when Stefan pulls him close, and with a sigh crumples against his shoulder. The old building is well insulated, and nothing from the party raging outside gets through the thick walls. Slowly, Gilles' breathing comes calmer and flatter while Stefan strokes his hand.

"Sorry I wasn't with you tonight," he mutters eventually, half-asleep.

"It's okay," Stefan answers. "I saw you from the podium."

"Really? But I was in the middle of the square."

"I would find you anywhere."

Gilles hums, and his head drops off Stefan's shoulder down on the pillow. Tenderly, Stefan pulls his arm out from under Gilles' body, and pulls the blanket up to their chins.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world," Gilles mumbles. " 'm proud of you."

#osws fandom challenge #alpine skiing #rpf #sports rpf #text #stefan rogentin #gilles roulin #mine

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cokehead-zeroed · 1 year

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This is from my Taylor Hall/Tyler Seguin slowburn fic!

It’s a million degrees out, the kind of blistering heat that you only get at the height of the offseason, and Taylor loves it. Tyler is stretched out beside him in the sunshine, board shorts slipping a little lower every time he shifts, showing off his tan lines. He’s bought both of them one of those girly frozen drinks he likes, which Taylor will grudgingly admit is actually kind of good. Tastes like coconut and strawberries and rum.

“I wish you’d let me wear my medal,” Tyler says. He’s giggling a little under his breath. “I bet chicks would fucking dig it.”

“The tan lines would be the worst, dude.”

Tyler grins, something sharp and a little feral hiding in his smile. “It’d be, like, so worth it, though. Guess you wouldn’t know, you Cupless wonder, you.”

“Fuck off,” Taylor tells him cheerfully. There’s an edge to his words sort of like the way that doing a tequila shot finds all the little cuts on your hands and your mouth that you hadn’t before.

“Sunscreen me.”

“Uh.”

Tyler pouts at him. “Come on, my back’s gonna burn. It’ll mess up my tats.” Taylor knows damn well from Ferance’s ink that his tattoos are healed enough that a beach vacation won’t totally fuck them up, but he relents and grabs the bottle out of the sand.

“Fine,” he says instead, and Tyler scoots himself onto the edge of Taylor’s beach recliner. He spreads some on his hands and starts to rub it into Tyler’s back.

“No warm-up?” Tyler flinches away from his first rub of sunscreen onto his back. “That’s fucking cold, dude.”

Taylor groans and starts to rub the sunscreen between his hands. Tyler’s so fucking fussy. “Better?”

Tyler hums, pleased. “Yeah. S’good.” He leans back into Taylor’s hands as he continues to spread the sunscreen over his skin. Taylor should probably put on more himself, he’s starting to feel flushed in the summer sun. “You should get a tat,” he adds.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tyler repeats. “A half sleeve, maybe. Or a little rib tat.”

Taylor snorts. “A rib tat. That’s so fucking girly, dude.”

“Fuck off,” Tyler replies, pinching Taylor’s thigh for good measure. The noise he lets out is not a yelp. “It’s a fucking sensitive spot.”

“Fine,” he says. “If I ever get a tattoo, I’ll get it on my fucking ribs, happy?”

“Very.” Tyler has the audacity to sound smug. He half turns to face Taylor, sun glinting off the rims of his overpriced sunglasses. His lips are all pink from the slush of his drink.

#asks #ask #taylor hall #tyler seguin #hockey rpf

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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Nice Things

Inspired by this spectacular drawing of long-haired Nines by @marndraws

Gavin Reed never had nice things.

Every day was a fight for survival. He studied hard, worked hard and did everything he could to come out on top… but he never had nice things. If he did, they wouldn’t last.

Then the most beautiful creature to walk the planet entered his life.

A sheer scientific miracle. A combined feat of engineering and art. The most advanced android ever built… and the kindest soul the mean city of Detroit had ever seen.

Nines.

Gavin had no idea how to interact with the RK900 in the beginning. If it were any other new partner he’d have been his usual abrasive self, but there was something about the android that left him dumbstruck. No insults came to mind, so Gavin stuck to silent cooperation (and obedience, actually).

The RK900 model was designed to be aesthetically pleasing. There was no doubt about that, but it was how the android carried himself that took things to another level entirely. Poise, elegance and flair touched everything that he said and did.

It extended to the way he transformed his appearance after deviancy. Nines shed his Cyberlife uniform with the harsh turtleneck and stiff jacket in favour of softer, more delicate garments. He still stuck to dark colours, but his clothes were all loose and flowing. He dressed more like an interior decorator than a homicide detective (and it honestly served him well).

Gavin often had to tear his gaze away from the refined fabrics and unconventional styles that Nines wore. Gavin never had nice things… but he certainly had an eye for them.

And then there was Nines’ hair…

When Gavin had first seen the change from the default appearance settings, he had to leave the station, find a quiet alley and focus on bringing his breathing back to normal.

Nines… for some unknown, wild, spectacular, unprecedented, utterly amazing reason… had decided to lengthen his hair and let it hang loose around his shoulders.

The dark tresses were as expressive as the android himself. They danced when he laughed. They whipped the air when he animatedly told a story with his steel blue eyes flashing. They shone in every damn light.

Gavin couldn’t help but stare. He never had nice things… but he was drawn to them.

Not a day went by that he didn’t want to reach out and tuck the fine strands behind Nines’ ear, but he held back from giving in to such insanity.

Nines didn’t hold himself back though.

For all the times Gavin had been looking, so had he. He made his move in the middle of a very boozy Christmas party at the DPD. It didn’t take much of an effort. They left the party together on the flimsy pretext of Nines showing Gavin his Christmas lights at home… and promptly fell into bed together.

Gavin had never had nice things… but he knew exactly what he wanted, and when they were presented to him on a silver platter, he knew how to take them.

Nines’ hair was as soft as he imagined and even silkier than he dreamed. He couldn’t stop running his fingers through the lifelike synthetic fibres and Nines couldn’t seem to get enough of his touch either.

Bliss.

On the third anniversary of the Christmas party, the pair found themselves in very much the same position, only that they didn’t actually make it to the mindless office event this time. The day started and ended in bed.

Fairy lights glittered and tastefully-chosen tinsel framed the snow-laden windows of their loft apartment. The large Christmas tree emanated a warm glow that reached even the bedroom where they lay tangled in the sheets.

Nines was draped over Gavin’s chest, his fingers skimming idly across the warm skin.

“Sweetheart…”

“Nines.”

Gavin’s wary tone of voice made the android laugh. A velvet sound that the human would follow to the ends of the earth.

“What’s the thing you love most about me?”

Gavin exhaled loudly, hugging Nines closer.

“Baby, you know I ain’t good at words and shit.”

“I’m not asking you to write me a poem. Just tell me what you love most about me.”

He sighed and stared at the ceiling.

“Is this a test?”

“I don’t have to test you. I know everything there is to know about you. I can read you like a book even with my analysis software turned off.”

“Uh huh. Then why the inquisition?”

“Because validation is nice.”

Gavin snorted and carded his fingers though Nines’ gorgeous hair.

“Guess I can start by applauding your honesty.”

Nines hummed, rubbing slow circles into Gavin’s pec with his thumb. A few minutes went by and Gavin began to drift off to sleep.

“So what’s more attractive to you? My personality or my looks?”

Gavin’s eyes snapped open in alarm.

“What the ph-”

“There’s no right or wrong answer. Just tell me.”

Nines propped himself up on his elbows and peered into Gavin’s face. It was truly a magnificent sight. Two piercing blue eyes… plush lips curling into a smirk… a cyan LED… and a perfectly arched eyebrow. A pale, angular face… framed by sweeping curtains of dark, glossy hair.

Gavin gulped.

“I can’t choose. You’re the total package.”

“Cop out.”

“Pfffft. You tell me then. What do you like better? My mug or my sharp wit? Hah. Betcha can’t answer that for all the complex calculations your supercomputer brain can do.”

Nines tossed his hair over his shoulder and elevated himself further, pressing his forearms onto Gavin. His fixation with the human’s muscular chest was no secret.

“I can.”

“Huh.”

“You hardly said anything when we first met so I had nothing to go off for your personality-”

“Maybe I was mysterious and aloof and ya just couldn’t resist.”

“No, I actually thought you were kind of slow. All your medals and service awards didn’t make any sense to me.”

“Wowww.”

“So it had to be your body. Why else would anyone keep you around?”

“Is that why you stuck around too?”

“Maybe.”

“You little-”

Gavin reversed their positions on the bed, flipping Nines onto his back and curling huge biceps around his lithe body. Nines tipped his head back to allow Gavin to drag his teeth across his throat and latch onto his collarbone. Some moments passed like that until Nines regained control by hooking a leg over the human’s waist to slow him down.

“Fine. I confess. It was the leather jacket.”

“Seriously?”

Nines dug his heel into Gavin’s coccyx.

“It was everything about your appearance that you had control over… or weren’t born with at least. For instance, your face is conventionally attractive, but it’s all the lines and scars and little things that made me wonder what kind of a life you’d lived… what you might have gone through... how you came out stronger. And yes, your body is a temple, but it’s the work you put into it that I admire. You know how to take care of yourself and that’s…”

“Hot?”

“Hot.”

Nines accepted a rather sloppy kiss with grace. He rubbed his hands up and down his partner’s back.

“So. Tell me. What was it for you? What is it for you?”

Gavin’s right hand subconsciously found its way into Nines’ long hair and caressed his scalp. He sighed into the crook of Nines’ neck and took in the familiar scent that was neither entirely human nor entirely artificial. Everyone expected androids to smell like a new car but the fact was that each of them had their own unique smell. It was impossible to describe in words, but it was one of the many many things Gavin loved about Nines.

“Babe, I think you’re asking a shit ton of questions, but none of them are what you actually wanna ask.”

“Say more.”

“Gavin, do you love me because I look like a Greek god or is it because I’m smart as phck? Gavin, what did you notice first about my sexy android ass? Does the same thing get you off today, or is it something else?

I think… there’s something you already know… or something you think you know… and you’re just trying to get me to say it and dig myself into a giant hole.”

Nines didn’t respond but his LED did. Gavin chuckled and pressed his lips to the spinning yellow light.

“Called it.”

Nines rolled his eyes.

“It’s my hair, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Admit it, you’re obsessed with my hair.”

“And you’re obsessed with my tits. We take turns objectifying each other. First sign of a healthy relationship.”

The android’s sharp nose scrunched up at a particular word and Gavin closed his eyes in resignation. Despite his best efforts he’d walked right into the trap.

“Dammit, babe, I didn’t mean it like that. I would never ever see you as an object-”

“My, my… we’re lying here two years to the day we became…”

“A thing.”

“Yes. And here I am reminiscing about what made you even look at me in the first place… and it turns out the credit goes more to Cyberlife than it does to me.”

Gavin groaned while his lover’s tinkling laughter rang out. He had to think fast if he had to turn the tables.

“So I’m that slow?”

Nines looked back at him, confused.

“You just dragged MY instincts. Like I’m dumb enough to fall for a program written by some geeky little code nerd. Like it was all totally predetermined and I didn’t see you tease and flirt and practically fall over yourself trying to get my attention for months. Huh?”

Gavin tightened his grip and gave his partner an affirmative shake.

“All those outfits and nail colours and pointy shoes and sparkly, shiny things. You saw me looking and you just kept stepping it up.”

He grasped Nines’ jaw and kissed him firmly.

“And your hair, baby… yeah, some genius worked on the tech at some point… but they didn’t tell you how to wear it. They didn’t tell you about the length or cut or angle. They didn’t tell you to walk around looking like a phcking prince. They didn’t tell you to roll the car windows down on the highway so your hair could fly in my face and drive me phcking crazy…”

Gavin thrust his fingers into the dark locks and pulled the android back in for a series of open-mouthed kisses and tantalising swipes of his tongue. Nines started to reciprocate physically, but Gavin swatted his hands away, not wanting to let things go further without making it clear who had gained the upper hand in their ridiculous game. He broke away panting.

“I love you. Don’t ask me why because there isn't one single reason. And I phcking love your hair. Not just ’cause it’s pretty but ’cause you’re the only motherphcker in that precinct who’d show up to the gristliest of crime scenes looking like a runway model.”

They stared at each other. Nines’ LED flickered.

“I… wow, sweetheart… okayyy… I… love you too.”

A moment of silence passed and Gavin rounded things off with his classic double wink.

“You’re welcome.”

Nines smiled, accepting defeat. He reached up and carefully rearranged his hair, letting it fan out on the pillow. Unable to keep the smile off his face, Gavin dipped his head down and returned his lips to Nines’, kissing him under the covers until his LED spun bright blue.

Gavin Reed never had nice things… until he learnt how to take good care of them.

Part 2: Red Dress

#reed900 #gavin900 #dbh gavin #gavin reed #rk900 #dbh rk900 #dbh nines #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #tw: implied sex #high romance #my writing #dbh writing

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4h4hi · 3 years

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Pretty sure that's normal, right?

Hermittober 2021 -- Day 1 -- Wings -------------------- Etho's finally completed the No Wings Club! Which is great-- except for the fact that he no longer has an excuse not to use an elytra. (How do all the other hermits do it?!)

Or: Etho realizes-- with Bdubs' help-- that his experiences with elytra might not be the same as everyone else's. -------------------- Cross-posted on Ao3-- link in the notes! --------------------

To fly, or not to fly. That was the question.

Etho sighed, shaking his head. It was no use deliberating-- he might as well just get it over with.

After he reached his thousand days in the No Wings Club, he'd stored an elytra in his enderchest, as well as some rockets-- he didn't need it around his and Iskall's base, thanks to Riptide, but the other hermits were a different matter. Visiting Doc had been a hassle while the club was still ongoing, and with the giant mountains that every hermit on the server seemed to be constructing, it would probably be best to get in back in the elytra routine as soon as possible.

He shuffled the wings out of his enderchest, shaking them out before inspecting their condition. After ensuring the wings themselves were flying fit, he moved on to the horrible, awful, terrible straps of leather they were attached to, which were unfortunately also in working order. Sighing, he buckled them on-- he'd tried to pad the things before, even tried to etch some sort of feather falling-silk touch combo onto the interiors to make them magically less painful to wear...it'd worked with the surface-level pain from the constant digging into his skin through his vest, at least.

"Ah! Etho!"

He turned quickly, gripping the hilt of his sword before relaxing at the familiar sight of his friend's round, googly glasses. "Hey, how's it going, Bdubs?"

Bdubs grinned brightly, leaning against a tree. "Oh, just fine, just fine. Been doing some work here and there on the Big Eyes shopping district-- ran out here to get a few more spruce logs, you know how it is." He pulled out his axe, tapping the butt of the blade against the trunk-- then paused, intrigued. "Wait a minute... are you wearing an elytra?!"

"Yeppers." Etho flexed the faux wings experimentally. Good, the locking mechanism was working. "Got my final medal a few weeks ago, figured it was about time to get back into using this."

Bdubs whistled. "Wow, got 'em dyed and everything already. A few weeks, though? You could wait that long?"

"Well... 's'not like I really need elytra to get around in the savannah."

"I guess." Bdubs shrugged-- then hefted his axe, wedging it into the bottom of the tree trunk. "Where are you headed, then?" Thunk. "Kinda"-- thunk-- "middle of nowhere"-- thunk-- he set the axe down, exhaling loudly. "Alright. Don't chop and talk, Bdubs, it's impolite. Where ya headed?"

Etho shrugged. "Nowhere, really. I was planning on just flying around for a few minutes, getting back into shape, getting used to the whole thing."

A snort. "Sure... getting used to it."

"Yeah, well. I gotta make sure I don't fall in public." Etho shot back, perhaps a bit sharper than he should have-- "can't have the people know I'm not an expert."

Bdubs nodded in mock seriousness-- "right, right. Of course! Gotta keep 'em all fooled." A sigh, a kind grin. "No, I'm just teasin' ya. Go do your flyin', poor old Bdubs'll be here chopping logs."

Etho chuckled, giving his friend a mock salute before grabbing a firework out of his inventory, pulling the start string, and taking off.

Flying fireworks were a pretty ingenious invention-- Etho hadn't come up with them himself, of course, but he couldn't help but admire the design. A string attached to a fire-starting strip pulled through the base of the firecracker in order to ignite the gunpowder-- he pulled the string upwards, avoiding the flame, though it wouldn't hurt him through his standard enchanted gloves. (He'd have to customize those later-- dying them like his standard blue ones should be fine if he didn't come up with a better idea.)

He'd only gone through a few fireworks out of his stack, but he considered that a victory. What had it been, ten minutes? Twelve? Either way, his shoulders were already crying out for mercy; he grimaced underneath his mask, scanning the ground for a good place to land.

Normally he wouldn't have done his first flight around Bdubs, but... well. It didn't really matter-- his friend was probably having the same struggles, what with his flip-flopping between wearing elytra and going without.

He should probably tease him about that.

The forest below was missing... maybe three, four trees compared to before. Etho narrowed his eyes-- Bdubs was striking his axe into a fir next to the small clearing he'd created, completely oblivious to his altudiously advantaged watcher.

Etho grinned and dived.

"Aah! Wh-- Etho!"

He skidded to a stop in the grass behind Bdubs, twirling the stolen axe in the air with a snicker. "Did I get ya?"

"Get me? I almost had a heart attack!" Bdubs stomped over, slugging Etho in the shoulder as he swiped at his axe; Etho quickly adjusted so that the axe was held right out of Bdub's reach. "Oh good grief!"

Etho chuckled deviously. "Oh, sorry, I should hold this down for you, I forgot." He leaned down so that the axe was a few inches above the ground, earning a indignant shout from his friend-- and then dropped it, letting out an involuntary "oof" as his back protested at the motion.

Bdubs snatched his axe from the ground. "Hah! Serves you right. Old man Etho having back trouble?" he crowed triumphantly-- then paused, pushing up his googly-eye glasses to look at Etho in concern. "Hey, man, are you okay? Do you need to sit down or somethin'?"

Etho sighed. "No, I... okay, fine." He smacked away Bdubs' arm as the other tried to help him over to the shade of a nearby tree-- thankfully he was still able to stand up this time, at least for the most part. Using the tree to keep himself steady, he unbuckled his elytra before lowering himself to the ground with a pained huff.

"So," Bdubs started, flopping onto the ground next to him. "You okay, big guy? That was kinda out of nowhere."

Etho shrugged, then winced, immediately regretting the painful motion. "I mean, it wasn't out of nowhere, was it? It was my first elytra flight of the season. It's always gonna be a little rough, especially since I've gone so long without using one."

Bdubs frowned, raising an eyebrow. "You were up there for like... five minutes, tops. That shouldn't bother your back enough that you almost fall over."

"I did not 'almost fall over!'"

"Did too!"

Etho rolled his eyes. "Did not. Besides, it was more like ten minutes, right?"

Bdubs scoffed. "Do you doubt the clock-keeping abilities of the Time King, Etho?"

"Ah, the Time King. How could I forget." Etho deadpanned.

"Hey! Stop trying to get me off topic, you... you... ohhh, I know you're laughing at me, stop that!" Despite his protests, Etho did not miss the fact that Bdubs was laughing along. "But... seriously. Does your back hurt often? Like, have you been doing any heavy lifting lately?"

Etho thought about it for a moment. "Not more than the usual, no. But the pain's been pretty normal, too."

Bdubs looked at him oddly. "Normal? Like, what's normal for you? Like"-- he tapped his leg, seemingly reaching for the right words-- "like, let's say you've got a scale of one to ten, and one is 'I'm Fine,' five is 'I'm pretty uncomfortable and I might have to not, say, fly as much' and ten is, uh. Bad."

"Uhh..." Etho snorted. "Like, daily, or..." after seeing Bdubs' affirmative nod, he continued. "Well, back in Season Seven when I was flying a lot more, it was like, a four on a good day?"

"On a good day."

"Yeah?" Etho answered, perplexed. "And normally it would be around a five. But nowadays it's been better, what with the No Wings Club. Like, maybe a four or five usually instead of six or seven."

"Instead of--" Bdubs spluttered. "Etho!"

"What?" Etho laughed. "That's normal, isn't it? Like, we aren't built for flying like Grian or Pearl are. S'just how the muscles work on most players."

"And the-- the other pain?! Without flying?!" Bdubs half-shouted.

Etho pondered this for a moment. "Dunno. Never really thought about it."

"Never really--" Bdubs covered his face in his hands with a groan. "Etho. My friend. My fellow redstone genius." He looked up at him, a desperate expression on his face. "Do you mean to tell me that you... just... feel pain, all the time, and... you think it's normal?"

He stared at him. "Is... is it not?"

Bdubs stared back. "Oh my gosh."

"What?"

"You're an idiot."

"Hey!"

"No, but seriously!" Bdubs jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly in an attempt to convey his extremely confusing point. "You... feeling pain-- it's not-- it's not supposed to be normal. Does it ever stop? Are you ever-- what d-- the-- you--" He pulled up the bottom of his moss-colored sweater, holding it to his face to muffle his frustrated scream. When he uncovered his head, he looked back over at Etho, who was genuinely surprised at how distraught his friend appeared to be. "Did... we've been friends for forever, Etho. Why didn't you ever tell me-- or Beef, or Doc, or-- or anyone?"

"I..." He didn't know what to say. "I guess I thought it was normal. And, like, I didn't want to bother anyone."

"You didn't want to... bother anyone," Bdubs muttered, disbelieving. "About... about... being in pain."

Etho shrugged, grateful his back had calmed down enough to allow him to move without dying. "I mean, yeah. Like, it's not a big deal, you know? I didn't think anyone would care."

"I would care!" Bdubs yelled suddenly, desperately putting a hand over his heart, waving the other towards the Boatem village-- "Doc would care! Beef would care! Hell, if you told any of the hermits 'hey, I'm Etho, my back hurts like I crushed it with one of my anvils, sorry to bother you' I bet you fifty diamonds-- no, fifty diamond blocks they would have helped out in a heartbeat! You can't"-- he laughed, exhausted-- "you can't just say 'no one would care!'"

Etho frowned, staring at nothing in particular. A few leaves fell off a stray oak tree. A squirrel darted through a fallen trunk.

"Well." He sighed quietly, hauling himself off the ground. "I... I guess I just didn't know it was something I needed to ask about." Stretching quickly, he touched his gloved palms to the pine-needle covered floor, legs straight. "If... if you're mad at me, I--"

"Mad at you? I'm-- I'm--" Bdubs' face melted as he walked up to Etho, putting his hands on his shoulders-- then grumbling, taking a piece of scaffold out of his inventory, placing it down, climbing on top and trying again. "There. Equal height. But"-- he took a deep breath. "Etho, I'm not mad at you. I just... I'm worried! You... you're my friend, Etho. I don't want you to be in pain, and-- and it makes me feel awful that I didn't notice you were hurting sooner."

Etho stared at him for a moment, taken aback. "Oh."

Bdubs snorted. "Yeah! 'Oh,' he says, 'oh.' C'mere, stupid." He pulled Etho into a tight, quick hug, then let him go, looking at him with watery eyes. "Oh, you."

Etho grinned. "Who, me?"

"Yes, you, stupid!" A pause-- then a sigh. "Ah, I'm just kiddin'. Love ya, buddy."

A snort. "Love you too."

...

"By the way, you'd better talk to Stress about this later."

"Uh... nice talking to you, Bdubs, real-- real good talking to you, but I gotta"-- Etho shuffled through his inventory, grabbing an enderpearl-- "uh, gotta go." He lobbed it... somewhere. Hopefully not in a lava pool.

"Uh-huh! Sure!" Bdubs yelled after him, even as he vwoop'ed to his new location. "Yeah, I'll call her myself if I have to! You'd better watch out, I bet she makes house calls!"

Etho chuckled as he started at a leisurely pace towards home. He'd talk to Stress about it at some point. Maybe. Probably. Bdubs' threat didn't hold any water.

Hopefully.

#hermitcraft #hermittober #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #soggy words

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slafkovskys · 3 years

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imagine riding them with the gold medal on u...🤭

i was hoping someone would request this + i chose cam because he was the first person that came to mind :) nsfw below the cut

“i’m here. i’m here,” you announce as you walk through the front door. you stop dead in your tracks once you notice the decorations that had been set up in their living room, “oh my-”

“looks good, right?” johnny strolls in with a bottle of water in one hand and what appears to be a confetti popper in the other. “we put in a lot of effort, but we already know that he’s not going to appreciate it.”

“why do you say that?” you raise an eyebrow at the streamers that were duck taped to the wall along with both a ‘welcome home’ and ‘congratulations’ signs. “why won’t he appreciate it? it looks nice.”

“y/n,” he sighs as he leans against the wall, “i wasn’t born yesterday. he’s coming home after forty-something days and you took off work to be here tonight. i know what you’re going to be doing and so does everyone else that lives here. we are giving you the house for a few hours though, so don’t say we’ve never done anything for you.”

your face burns at his words and he smirks. he wasn’t lying, of course, but still the fact that everyone in the house was aware of what you and cam were going to be doing was a little bit embarrassing. you shake your head and walk into the kitchen, setting your stuff down on the counter.

“have you heard anything yet?”

“they’ve already dropped off brendan and matty, so they really should be here any minute,” he shrugs and you nod.

“well, i’m going to the bathroom, and don’t touch him if he gets here. i get to hug him first,” you point a finger at him and he raises his hands in surrender.

“yes, ma’am. can i look at him?”

“no,” you smirk and make your way to the bathroom. you did actually have to use the bathroom, but once you were finished, you leaned against the counter and stared at yourself in the mirror.

this time, forty-plus days, was the longest that you had been apart from each other since you had started dating last october. for last year’s world juniors, he was only gone for about three weeks which wasn’t that bad, but now your nerves were kicking in.

you hear keaton pull up outside and in an instant, your mind is rewired. you throw open the door and rush down the hall, beating johnny to the front door and bursting out of it. you aren’t even thinking about the snow on the ground or how slippery it is as you launch yourself into cam’s awaiting arms, his laugh like music to your ears.

“hey baby,” he mumbles right before you press your lips to his. he wraps his arms tighter around your body so that he doesn’t drop you.

“remember that conversation we had about common areas? yeah, the driveway is a common area for you two!” johnny shouts as he walks out of the house.

you pull away then, staring at the gold medal that dangled from his neck. you run your index finger along the ribbon, “holy fuck.”

“that’s what i said too,” he smirks, squeezing your thigh as he leans in to whisper in your ear, “you wanna wear it?”

it takes everything in you not to moan as you nod, deciding that keeping silent was the best route to take. he carefully helps you plant your feet on the ground before taking his medal off of his neck and putting it on yours. you grab the medal and look at it before smiling at cam, “i’m so proud of you, cam.”

“hey, we exist too!” keaton speaks up and you both turn to look at the boys who were staring at you and cam amused. cam shakes his head and walks over to johnny, letting him embrace him in a rough hug.

“i knew you could fucking do it. way to go, bud,” johnny’s grinning and so is cam while you watch from a distance, letting cam have his moment with one of his best friends while you still held onto his medal. “like i was telling y/n, we’re gonna be gone for a few hours and common areas are off-limits.”

“that was one time,” cam groans, looking at you knowingly. you look away and johnny makes a disgusted noise.

you all knew that it was way more than once.

you take cam’s hand as johnny gets in keaton’s car, looking at you with an annoyed expression as they pull away from the house. cam pulls you to his chest and smirks, “a few hours, huh?”

“that’s what i was told,” you hum and pull him towards the front door. “welcome home.”

“oh, that’s-” he looks around the living room and then at you, “nice?”

“johnny was left unsupervised, don’t ask me,” you grab his hand and pull him close, pressing your lips to his again. his hand presses into your back, making you arch your body against his. his fingers pull on the hem of your shirt and you make a noise of disapproval, “no common areas.”

“that can be fixed,” he smirks before lifting you and carrying you up the stairs. you bury your head in his neck and make quick work of leaving marks. he chuckles as he walks into his bedroom, “you don’t waste time, do you?”

“it’s been over a month cam, i’m desperate at this point,” you roll your eyes before he tosses you onto his bed. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down on top of you, “what do you want?”

“whatever you want,” he mumbles and you hum.

“i want to ride you,” you announce and you retract one hand to tug on the medal that still hangs heavily around your neck, “wearing this.”

“fuck yes,” he nods quickly and you smile. you make quick work of getting undressed because there were times to be slow and take each other in, but right now was not one of them. it’s when you straddle his waist, his hand rubs at the bare skin of your hip, “are you good?”

“yes cam i’m good,” you smile and grab a condom from the nightstand. “are you?”

“more than,” he watches you as he had done time and time before, tear open the condom and roll it down his length. he groans as you sink down onto him, “fuck, i love you so much.”

for a month you had been left to your own devices, no pun intended, so the stretch of him was something that you had to get used to again. you plant your hands on his chest as you rock forward, the medal dangling in front of your chest, “you always say that when i’m about to get you off.”

“because it’s the fucking truth. i love you so damn much and i want to make sure that you know- holy,” you clench around him and he throws his back, digging his nails into your thigh.

“making up for lost time,” is your excuse as you lift up before dropping down. he didn’t leave you on your own, however. once his mind cleared up, he tugged you down by the medal for a hot kiss before slamming into you. “fuck.”

a particularly hard thrust takes away your breath and you throw your head back with a gasp. he takes the opportunity to stake his claim, leaving marks on your bare chest. his hand wanders between your legs where he’s still inside of you. his fingers find your clit and you whisper, “captain.”

“i can’t do it,” he growls. any control that you had had before that word left your lips was gone when his grip tightens on your hips. you were no longer controlling the pace, he was. he made the move so quickly that you barely had time to comprehend what was happening.

you were on your back, there for the taking, and man did he take. it was rough, it was fast, and it was so, so good. you dig your nails into his shoulders as you shout out, your only warning before you cum. you pull his face into your neck as he continues pounding into you, chasing his own release. his lips bite just above the ribbon and you moan.

“this,” he mumbles against your neck as he rocks forward, “this is what dreams are fucking made of.”

#cam york #concepts #wjc 2021 #team usa

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writersmorgue · 3 years

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I'm in a nightmare but I didn't fall asleep

TW: noncon, vague description of said noncon, kidnapping, non-consensual oral sex

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“That’s TWO out of three sports festivals you lost, Shouto. I’m beyond disappointed in you.” Endeavor’s booming voice leaves nothing to the imagination as it echoes across the barren stadium halls.

Well, almost barren.

Sero cringes from his hiding place behind the nearest wall, making eye contact with Bakugo next to him whose brows are furrowed in concentration.

“You know what, I’m fucking done. You’re going to give me one thing, and it’s going to be the future number one hero. A hero who will beat All Might, something you will NEVER do. My faith in you has been destroyed. I’ll tell them to retrieve you on Friday.”

Shouto makes a choked noise, and the two boys look at each other in confusion.

“Father please, you don’t mean-”

“I absolutely do. I gave you three chances Shouto! You’ve wasted my time and money, and now you’re going to be used like the useless bitch you are. Only serving me one purpose.”

“Please I can do better! Please don’t take me I promise I’ll make it worth your resources- AGH!” There’s a strangled shout as Endeavor grabs his daughter’s long ponytail in his flaming fist, charring the white hair

“You will do no such thing, and don’t even try escaping, I’ll hire more men if I have to. You will be useful.” There’s a scraping sound as Shouto drags her feet as she’s pulled away.

A shrill scream lets out, quickly cut off as Endeavor’s scorching palm slams over his daughter’s mouth with a sharp shut up.

Sero turns to Bakugo, gulping, as he raises a pointed thumb towards the exiting duo, “Uh, that didn’t sound good.”

Bakugo purses his lips, “No, it did not.”

Endeavor shoves Shouto into the van head first and she tumbles in, careful to mind the several men surrounding her as she skids to a stop.

“I don’t care how you go about this, you’re all suitable donors. Get her pregnant in a timely manner. Do what you want with her when the baby is born.”

Shouto whimpers as the door is slammed shut, locking her in complete darkness with a group of unfamiliar voices as they discuss who gets to fuck her first.

Her right ankle is grabbed as the van begins to move, the first man growls as she tries to pull away, and his grip tightens.

She screams, hoping someone will hear her. Her mouth burns from her father’s hand.

“NO!!! LET GO! I DON’T WANT IT!” The sound of zippers undoing around her head is what finally sets her off.

Her flame erupts, burning half of her competition shirt, save for her specially made sports bra, and singes the second-place medal strap around her neck. The disc clanks on the metal floor and the men around her shout with frustration.

“He said we could do what we want-” One of them grunts, patting some embers off of his shirt, “Someone subdue the bitch.”

Her head is slammed down onto the metal floor, and she fades away.

“Did-” Sero’s voice cracks, and he doesn’t continue.

“Yup.” Bakugo nods, explosions popping behind him as they sprint towards the speeding van, “He just facilitated the rape of a fucking minor.”

“A MINOR!?” Sero screeches, fumbling his tape as it catches on a tree branch, launching him forward “That’s not just a fucking minor, Katsuki, that’s our fucking FRIEND.”

“SHUT UP!!” Bakugo yells right back, “I’m sort of busy trying to save her ass. Obviously, since that van isn’t a puddle she can’t get out on her own. Probably quirk proof or some shit, knowing the asshole.”

“I’m calling Aizawa.” Sero reaches one hand back to his pocket to get his phone.

Bakugo grunts something that sounds like an affirmation.

A few moments later Aizawa’s gruff voice is asking who the hell is calling him at this hour.

“Aizawa-sensei!!”

“What, Sero.”

“So um, Todoroki! She, um, her dad!!-”

Bakugo growls and snatches the phone, blasting himself with just his left arm. Sero would be impressed if he wasn’t screaming internally as the van takes a sharp left, causing them to slow.

“IcyHot has been kidnapped by her dad.”

“Bakugo, I’m pretty sure that’s called having a child legally, give Sero his pho-”

“No you don’t fucking understand!!” Bakugo shouts, “We watched him drag her away and shove her in a fucking van with a bunch of assholes. He told them to rape her Aizawa. She’s been fucking kidnapped.”

“I- you’re joking.” Aizawa’s slight increase in background noise indicates he’s finally taking action, but the goddamn attitude sets Bakugo the fuck off.

“WHY WOULD I JOKE ABOUT THIS YOU OLD BASTARD!!”

“No, you’re right, sorry. I’m getting Nedzu and sending Midoriya your way.”

“NOT FUCKING DEKU”

“Bakugo Katsuki you will shut up and help your classmate with whoever I send to you or you will be expelled.”

“FUCKIN’- whatever old man. We’re just passing the corner store.”

He shuts the phone off before throwing it carelessly at Sero.

“Bakugo!!” Sero whines as he misses the catch and watches his phone shatter on the pavement.

“Not my fault you can’t catch.” Bakugo retorts, speeding up and launching himself at the van.

Sero follows close behind.

They hear a rhythmic thumping from the inside, Bakugo pales.

“Fuck I think they’re-”

“All the more reason we should blow this fucking van open!” Sero shouts into the wind, shooting tape onto the door handle and yanking the entire thing off.

He pulls the nearest guy out by his leg and throws him onto the median.

“C’mon dipshits!! Quit-”

All fight drains out of him, instead replaced with blinding fury, when he sees Shouto.

Practice uniform already torn to shreds, she’s bleeding profusely from somewhere on her head right onto the cold metal floor of the moving van. Surrounded by several other grown-ass men, all staring at Bakugo like deer in headlights, she’s knocked out cold at their feet.

“You bASTARDS!!” He screeches, storming into the van and grabbing Shouto’s limp body into his arms, thankfully her pants seem to be relatively unharmed, it’s the glistening by her slack mouth that has Katsuki concerned.

The men seem to be too shocked to retaliate, but one of them stands, seeming to prepare some sort of excuse. Sero is faster.

Hanta whips through the vehicle, grabbing both Katsuki and Shouto with his tape, flipping the van onto its side in the process, and carrying all three of them out the other door.

The human scum scatter onto the pavement as the students roll, relatively unharmed, into a parking lot. It’s somewhere in those few seconds when Aizawa arrives, followed by a somewhat feral Midoriya.

“Where’s Shouto,” He picks one of the men up by their collar, throwing him violently back onto the asphalt when he sees his three friends laying in a heap a couple dozen yards away.

“SHOUTO!” He calls, practically teleporting to their location and digging through Katsuki and Sero to reach her.

“Jeez we’re fine too, Deku, thanks for wondering.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, pulling Shouto’s limp body into his arms, “Is she- what happened?”

Sero starts nervously explaining, wringing his hands as he looks back and forth between Shouto’s unconscious form and Izuku’s increasingly rage-filled eyes.

He WHAT?!” Green lightning crackles over his skin, stopped abruptly with a firm hand from Aizawa on his shoulder.

Aizawa walks over and crouches, pulling a swab out of his scarf, “Had Momo make me one,” He grunts at Sero’s confused expression.

He sighs, reaching over to Shouto’s face and swiping it around her lips, “Unfortunately I figured we’d need it.” He tucks it into a plastic bag and stuffs both into his suit pocket.

Katsuki huffs, an unreadable expression fixed on his face as he stares down at the girl.

“They got her pretty good,” He reaches a hand out and tucks a strand of hair over, so Aizawa can get a look at her head injury, “probably tried to put up a fight.”

The teacher nods, “and you heard her father approve this- kidnapping?”

“Yes sir,” Sero speaks up, and Midoriya growls.

“I fuckin’ knew he was bad news,” Katsuki scoffs, “always draggin’ her around and shit. Probably paid for them to fuck her up too. Said he wanted her knocked up.”

“He,” Sero’s voice is strained, “he said she was a disappointment that he was giving up on her. She knows that’s not true- right?”

Aizawa hums, pulling out a bandage to wrap Shouto’s head, “well you’ll just have to show her.”

The boys make eye contact, and Izuku pulls her closer.

“Yeah,” Katsuki agrees, “we will.”

Shouto wakes up screaming, clawing at her face as blood begins to seep down her cheeks.

“Todoroki wait!!! Todoroki you’re okay! They’re gone!

Hands pry her bloodied nails away and her energy is sucked away as a kiss is pressed to her cheek.

“You kids I swear, never a dull moment.” Recovery girl tuts.

She passes out again.

The next time is much calmer, warm light pools around her eyelids and she cracks them open, reaching a hand up to rub the sleep out of them. But in doing so she jostles the hand that had been resting on her own.

“Todoroki?” Sero whispers, raising his head up slowly, eyes widening, “Todoroki!!”

He lunges forward, encasing Shouto in a bear hug.

“Oi, hands off, she’s in a hospital bed for fuck’s sake tape face.”

“Right,” Sero smiles sheepishly, pulling back, “right sorry.

“It’s okay,” Shouto admits, because she really has no idea why there’s any need to be careful, “I’m fine.”

“Oh?” Katsuki’s raised eyebrows suggest she said something wrong, “You call a nasty concussion and almost clawing your own eyes out fucking fine? Guess we have different definitions of the word.”

Shouto frowns, “I don’t remember that last bit.”

Her head hurts slightly, but she feels like she would remember something like that even through a concussion.

She tracks her memory back to before, but she can’t quite seem to remember-

The van, the men, the smell, the sound as he shoved his-

“Shouto?”

She snaps her head up, “Huh?��

“Sorry, you were quiet for a bit,” Midoriya rests a hand on her blanketed leg and rubs it back and forth, “god nervous. You alright?”

They’re all staring at her now.

“Does he know I’m here?”

All three sets of eyes darken, but it’s Midoriya who speaks up.

“He doesn’t matter. Aizawa has custody of you as of now. Your pitiful excuse for a sperm donor has been taken into police custody for aiding in the rape and kidnapping of a minor.”

Shouto gets a distant look in her eye, “Oh” is all she says.

“They didn’t get that far,” Sero gestures to her bandaged torso, where one of the men had tried to take off her uniform pants.

“But they still-” She begins, suddenly nauseous.

“Yeah, they did. And that bastard has been taken into custody just like the rest of em’, he’s not getting out for awhile, especially since the DNA samples matched.” Bakugo informs her.

“Oh,” Shouto hums absently, “there were samples.”

“Shouto, you with us?” Midroriya squeezes her ankle gently, but she doesn’t respond, “Everything’s gonna be alright now. You can rest.”

And she does.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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HASO, “Patient 0″

I finally had a day where I was motivated to write something! :) yay, hopefully I am getting back into my stride. I hope you all enjoy!

Dr. Kell examined the brown soil before him, and the little red plants that sprouted up around it. There was definitely something important here, something that the others definitely didn’t know about. The thought made him almost giddy with anticipation as he took samples and began to bag them in little clear tubes with bright labels on the side.

He had been teaching for as long as he could remember, a geologist in the fourth city of the Vrul inner ring, and in all that time he had neer once received a commendation for his work. The thought made him bitter as he plunged the little digging tool into the soil for another sample. Years and years of hard work and not once had it ever been acknowledged. That was because the Vrul didn’t value teachers like they should. They only valued those people who made important discoveries.

When he had originally approached the head of their college in an effort to remind him what kind of important work he did, sure that they had just forgotten, though the reaction he had received was one of derision and even derisive laughter.

You’re a teacher not a researcher. They don’t make medals for mediocrity.

The thought made his antenna tremor in absolute rage.

The nerve.

He was not mediocre.

Ok granted, everyone on this planet had a doctoral level knowledge of their specific field, but that didn’t mean that his contributions weren’t important! He had even heard rumors that he was being considered for termination! The thought scared him, and so he had gone out to do something no Vrul had ever done before.

He had walked out of the city wall and taken a transport out into the surrounding countryside.

It seemed strange, the wall was very thick, and the ground around it was shored up with concrete and a very thick foundation.

The outside of the wall was very smooth.

He knew that they kept the wall there to keep the wildlife out or something…. But as a geologist he knew that a wall twenty feet deep was a little bit overkill, and forty feet high? No known animal species on their planet was dangerous over about ten feet.

But he just rattled his antenna and kept going.

Bitter about his situation.

Not everyone could be some great genius about a subject, not everyone would have opportunities to do stupid irrational things. Not everyone was like the “legendary Dr. Krill” and his stupid and useless papers about humans.

He huffed, yeah dr. Krill, some doctor. Mister SO important that the council had a termination order out for him, and not for the same reason there was a termination order out for Kell. Apparently the population wasn’t ready for what Dr. Krill was spouting off, apparently it was TOO revolutionary, and threatened to change the social fabric of the Vrul nation.

Yeah right.

Like some paper on a two legged snot nosed carnivore was nearly as important as the study of the very earth beneath them.

It was ridiculous.

Outrageous.

He was the one who deserved some real recognition, and not that Dr. Krill.

He had seen the pompous little creature speak once at some sort of medical conference he had been forced to attend during his younger years, and he honestly thought the little creature was a self important, pompous little lecturer.

Yet no one else seemed to have seen it.

Everyone else was fascinated with his work, and though they thought his bravery was strange and overdone, they still admired him!

Yes, “admired” him, a complete and total nutcase braggart with an inflated sense of self importance, and the audacity to refuse his termination order, the nerve of him.

And now here he was standing under the hot sun of mid morning on dirt that no one had stood on in over a thousand years.

The council said that the city walls were for their protection, and no one ever questioned leaving their walls. It wasn’t illegal or anything but most Vrul had a survival instinct so intense it verged on cowardice. Generally he himself would be in that category, but his anger and obsession had driven him to take a step outside the city.

Looking at the ground, and examining the local wildlife, he honestly couldn't see why they had needed to build a city with such intense fortifications. The largest animal he saw was a surprisingly vrul-like creature with eight stumpy legs slowly trundling through the undergrowth.

WHen it made it to a nearby patch of sun, it opened up a large fan on it’s back and hunkered down to sit and soak in the radiation.

Nothing inherently scary.

He wasn’t even sure why the outside of the city had bothered him so much.

His confidence grew as he kept walking.

Maybe he would talk to the council about that at a later date, tell them about his time outside the cities and let them know how safe it was. Maybe then HE would be the one changing things, maybe then HIS name would be something important to be remembered. Imagine that, Dr. Krill, coming home and expecting the cities to be walled off, but instead find spreading metropolises like there were on his precious Earth, and not because KRILL said anything, but in fact, because Dr. Kell had been the only one brave enough to walk outside their own city walls.

Wouldn’t that be the ticket.

He stepped into a thicket of bushes and trees. They weren’t much taller than he was, about six feet in height maybe, but they still provided him with some shade as he worked. THey had large transparent orange orbs on the end of their branches, full to the brim with hydrogen. That was one thing that might be a little bit dangerous out here…. The trees had the potential to explode.

He would have to keep that in mind.

Still, the way the light filtered down through the orange orbs and fell on the ground below him was quite something to behold leaving behind a dazzling array of glowing orange spots to create an ethereal and delicate pattern over the little thicket floor.

Working here would be fine for the moment.

He set down his case of tools in a little clearing in the middle examining the dirt and placing it away in test tubes. The dirt was pretty cracked and rather dry, most of the planet’s water being stored in underground aqueducts which the Vrul had been smart enough to tap into. This was the equator of the planet after all, and their climate tended towards desert, though it wasn’t nearly as extreme as the Rundi home planet. He could see most of that from the dirt that he picked up, dirt that hadn’t seen water in a very long time.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched a few creatures pass outside his little thicket of trees, though they tended to avoid him, skirting around the edge of the trees and not daring to venture in.

He didn’t see himself as much of a threat to them, but he was glad anyway. The last thing he needed was an encounter with some kind of animal.

He moved his case, feeling the vibration over the ground as he did so.

He put a small slide under his travel microscope and found there to be an unusual amount of organic matter in the soil. Not in the way of worms or bugs or some other small creature but…. Animal matter it looked like. He couldn’t really distinguish what kind of creature it had been before it began decomposing but, there was something, strange about it. He took another sample of dirt, his little collection tool piercing through the top soil and sending a wave though the ground.

He looked at another sample.

That all seemed very strange. The ground her was very fertile, and surrounded in these strange trees, but for some reason, no trees were growing here? He couldn’t see why not, the seeds would generally fall here, and there was enough sunlight coming into the clearing that it would be a perfect location for growing.

Overhead, a flock of kinlits took to the air squalling.

He heard a high pitched chirp, and turned to look as a few passing animals turned on their tails and ran off across the ground.

Dr. kell stared in confusion, not sure what to think.

And then the soil below him began to vibrate.

He looked down in shock and surprise stepping back from his work as the soil below him began to churn.

Fear overtook him, and he turned to go in the other direction, back to his transport, but no…. He needed his equipment.

He hurried forward and began to gather up his things as the ground before him continued to churn.

And then that churning set off more rumbling and more churning right next to it, until the entire clearing was unstable.

He tried to step away but as he did, something shot up out of the dirt and grabbed at his leg. He screamed high and shrill, dropping his case again, which thudded softly on the mulched earth.

He dragged his foot away from what looked like a hand!

The hand continued to wave and wille in the air, grasping for him, as it slowly emerged from the soil below.

He staggered back as, all around him, hands began bursting from the soil and into the air.

THe first hand that had appeared had now clawed its way far enough out that kell could see the joint of an elbow. The hand was grey and covered in dirt, and as kell watched, a shoulder broke through, followed by a head.

He was frozen in shock and fear at the tree line as the creature heaved itself from the dirt.

It…. it was a DELTA, or at least it looked like one, with four thick legs and a set of just two arms. The creature was big, almost a foot taller than he was and very heavy around the torso. It lurched forward over the ground it’s feet not used to walking. It lifted it’s head, and its eyes were a strange glassy white. Little yellow bulbs, like pockets of infection under its skin pulsed in the morning light.

It’s head turned and then stopped locked on to Dr. kell.

They stood there staring at each other for a long moment before it jolted forward, rushing towards him at incredible speed. Dr. Kell screamed, turned and ran. He had never ever tried to run a day in his life, and his legs soon got caught up in each other, he pitched to the ground listening to the thudding of scuttling feet behind him on the cracked earth. In a panic he inflated his helium sack, and shot into the air just as the creature reached for him.

He floated upwards but was stopped in the upper branches of the tree, maybe only nine feet into the air his feet dangling only two feet over the clutching fingers of the THING.

It’s grasping fingers clasped at his feet.

Kell continued to scream, though no one could hear him and those fingers still clasped at him. The creature did not speak, and the white overlay of its eyes made it clear the thing couldn't see either, but it knew exactly where he was.

Slowly a few more of its brethren began to filter in from the trees clustering together below Kell as his screamed and screamed, but then when his screaming intensified one of the creatures began trying to climb up the back of another. It’s fingertips brushed the bottom of his feet and he screamed even louder, clawing his way through the branches of the trees and towards the clearing where his communicator was.

If he could get back he could call for help.

Behind him the strange pile of creatures flopped back to the ground and slowly began to follow him through the trees.

He was almost to the clearing when.

Something snagged against his Helium sack.

There was a sharp pinprick of pain, and then.

He slowly began to sink.

Cold hands reached up for him as he flailed and kicked desperately trying to plug the hole that had been torn in his helium sack, but it was too late.

Hands clasped his feet and pulled him downwards.

***

The Betas stood on the wall staring out at the open plane that ran for distant miles in every direction. Everyday they stood here from morning until night when their shift ended, and every day there was nothing to see. The Alphas thought it was ok to leave them up here in boredom, even despite them having cognitive abilities enough to do more meaningful tasks.

Most of them were bitter about it, but the Alphas were smarter than them, and had turned back every attempt at making some sort of fair arrangement.

So they were mostly negligent in their duties.

It’s not like anything happened here anyway.

There was a visiting Alpha today, walking the walls with them. They were pretty sure this one was some kind of psychologist, and was likely looking for signs of mental distress in their demeanor. He was alright as far as Alpha’s went, he talked to them like they were intelligent beings and asked how they were, which is more than they expected from most visiting Alphas.

“Anything of note this morning?” The psychologist asked.

They shook their heads, “No, well accept for that professor.”

“Professor?”

Yeah, guy dropped down over the wall and took a transport into the middle of nowhere.”

“You didn’t stop him?”

“Leaving the city is ill advised but not illegal.” They pointed out, and the Alpha just nodded. It was a strange bodily expression, which demonstrated that this particular Vrul had spent some time with humans, how much time that had been was questionable, but they had still managed to rub off on him.

Humans tended to do that.

Looking out into the desert, the Alpha stopped, “hey, isn’t that him?”

The turned to look over the wall.

Well it did seem to be true, though he appeared to be walking rather than using the transport, and the couldnt be sure, but from this distance, it didn’t appear that he was carrying his case either.

How strange.

The alpha moved forward a little bit to watch him as he approached, perplexed and unsure what he was looking at.

Even the alphas could see that something was…. wrong . The way he moved was ungainly almost disjointed, and he stumbled from side to side in a manner of confusion. As he got closer, they noted the clear fluid glistening on his shoulders.

The Vrul equivalent to blood.

Sweet Nebulon the Alpha said, and then inflated his Helium sack, floating over the side of the wall and slowly lowering himself to the ground to intercept the staggering form.

He grabbed the doctor by the shoulders, “Dr. kell, are you alright, Dr. Kell?”

The head jerked up, and Dr. Kell stared at him with glassy and confused eyes. Looking up the psychologist watched as five more forms appeared on the horizon. Something about them seemed very wrong.

“HELP US UP.” He ordered, and a small platform was lowered down to them. He hurried the catatonic Dr. Kell onto the platform and they rose into the air just as the forms solidified themselves on the horizon.

Dark grey, glass white eyes, and the lumbering forms of Deltas.

“What in the hell.” The psychologist muttered not noticing his use of the human language as the creatures clustered at the base of the wall looking up towards them with wide white eyes.

“What the hell are those things.”

“I don’t know.” he said, “But call for a doctor, and an isolation unit.” He stepped back from Dr. Kell who stood wobbly at the center of the platform staring out into space with glassy eyes.

***

“What did I tell you!”

“I know-”

“What did I tell you!”

“I know, I know, but in my defence, it was an underwater plant.”

“It WaS aN UndERwAteR PlaNt.”

Krill looked up at the Admiral with an expression of derision and scolding, “Have you BEEN to EARTh at any point, sea urchins, coral reefs, poisonous fish, what made you think that touching an UNDERWATER alien plant was going to be any different. You big, stupid idiot!

The big stupid idiot in question just sighed and gave up on his argument. He wasn’t going to win this one and he knew it. Krill turned back town to the human’s swollen hand, skin stretched glistening and red over joints that had swelled up to twice their normal size. Looked like some sort of contact allergic reaction, and luckily it hadn’t spread to the human’s body while he was underwater.

The sheer stupidity.

Though a little medicine would do him just fine.

He pulled up the sleeve of the human’s shirt and depressed the plunger on the syringe with great malice.

The human winced, but krill thought it was only fair.

“You moron.” He muttered

Admiral Vir rubbed his arm with his good hand, “Ouch, vicious little creature.”

From where she leaned against the wall, Sunny looking up from examining her knife, “You are kind of an idiot.”

“Thank you Sunny, that is very helpful of you.” he muttered

Krill turned back and was about to finish with his lecture, when there was a sudden pinging on his implant. He had gotten one only a few months ago, and had found it to be relativity more convenient than taking calls in his office.

He held up a hand to the other two as he took the call.

“Dr. Krill here.”

“The council requests your presence urgently.”

Krill frowned, “I do not deal with the council. You know how I feel about my termination order.

“Your termination order has been dissolved. We need our help immediately. Bring the humans.”

“Bring the humans?” He was a bit shocked at that,. The council was not particularly a great fan of humans, but this seemed rather serious, and he knew if anything were to happen to him they would have hell to pay.

And they weren’t that stupid.

He turned to look at the other two who stared at him very curious.

“Admiral, I think the Vrul homeworld is in need of our help.”

The Admiral nodded and stood holding his swollen hand to his chest, “Very well, i will go make the roder.”

Krill nodded and watched him go.

He wondered what this could be all about.

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