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desireesfics · 3 months

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bad habits.

pairing: dealer!ellie x reader.

summary: when you were a kid you had always put a pillow or a big stuffed animal between your legs, you honestly felt comfort by it. but tonight you decided it was going to be somebodies head.

warnings: uh widely ellie giving head?, use of drugs, girls kissing 🤯, swearing, a little bit of dacryphilia, pretty self-indulgent i know its weird im sorry — MINORS DNI !!

a/n: just because the strikes ended does not mean you shouldnt stop posting about palestine!

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you were helpless, depressed even. being locked up in your dorm for god knows how long. your friends had been nagging you about various parties on campus, you simply just left them on read, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the party.

it wasnt until now that you had decided to go. not because you wanted to, you were going against your own will.

your friends, isabella, mattie and thea were forcing you out of your dorm because the state you were in right now was just honestly disgusting.

you were packing a bag to go over to isabellas house because they werent letting you stay in that dorm for a minute more, when thea said. “youve been stuck in here for forever, we havent seen you in awhile, we miss you girl.”

you sighed, reaching over to your closet to find an outfit appropriate for tonight. “look i know, things just havent been the best right now.” you didnt bother to look back because you know all thats going to be written on their faces will be pity.

“can you guys help me pick an outfit atleast?” they squeal, marching over to you before yanking you out of their ways.

mattie held up a dress, it was pink, delicate, something you would were on a picnic.

“dude, thats so basic.” isabella called out from the side, rolling her eyes at matties choice.

“i dont wear stuff like this— how would i fucking know?” she huffed.

“calm down guys, why dont we let ms depresso give us an idea of what she wants?” thea shouts over the teo annoyingly loud girls.

“i— depresso? seriously? not even funny.” you roll your eyes before pulling up pinterest on your phone, you always managed to find decent outfits off of the app.

you typed in ‘party outfits aesthetic.’ before you landed on something similar you had in your closet.

the outfit had a mini, mini, mini, mini black skirt paired with a black lettuce-cut, corset bralette looking thingy and just below that, knee-high boots. you admit it, you looked hot as fuck.

“damn girl, if i were gay id definitely hit you up.” way to go isabella, way to go.

“oh please youre totally into girls, youre acting like you dont eye that dina girl everytime we walk around her area on campus.” mattie adds.

isabella did everything in her will power to ignore the comment, but she couldnt help but blush.

the look of approval shot around the room was hilarious and you all burst out into laughter. you really havent felt this good in awhile.

quickly memorising the girl mattie had mentioned before, you could remember she would always be hanging around with someone else.

“hey, any of you know the girl dina hangs with? i cant think of her name.” you think hard, like really hard, you knew the girl was attractive from all the times you had seen her since isabella coincidentally hung there too.

“yeah, her names ellie, i buy from her sometimes. why, you got the hots for her?” thea teases.

“just shut up and give me her insta.” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving the girl as the two others made ‘oooooh’ sounds.

“fine, just give me a second.” thea whips out her phone and starts going through her following. she clicks on a profile and holds the phone up to you so you could get a good look.

her account was private, by the looks of it she had a batman smoking weed profile picture? interesting.. her user was ‘@ellieisawesome327.’

sounds like a name some 5 year old would put on secretly. “oh, interesting.” you couldnt help but giggle, she obviously wasnt the best at using this stuff.”

you pulled out your phone and searched for her user, you didnt follow it just yet, you thought it would be creepy since she didnt know you at all. you simply just kept the name in the search bar, ready for when you actually want to follow her.

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a few hours had passed and you all had gotten done up, makeup, hair, outfits, everything you would do before a party.

“whos car we taken’?” mattie asked. you and the others looked at her like she was some idiot.

“theres only one car in the driveway, take a guess numbskull?” thea pointed out, mattie pouted.

“rude.” she huffed. turning around to scroll on tiktok.

you were sitting on the bed, getting comfy since the party wasnt for another hour, when you spotted one of isabellas pillow. you had put it between your legs, you found some comfort in doing that ever since you were a kid, it was a weird and bad habit.

“whatre ya’ doin silly?” isabella pointed out, she sort of new you had this weird habit of putting things between your legs.

“getting comfy, what does it look like?” you roll your eyes, scrolling through your instagram feed.

“if you actually want something between your legs, try and get head tonight.” isabella added. it was a harmless joke, your group had always joked like this. you toned out the muffled giggles in the back thinking if you should actually get laid tonight.

it had been awhile since you had had sex, and it was getting annoying hearing everyones ‘wild’ stories.

you tool the pillow out from between your legs and threw it back into its position it was in before.

“you guys think we should get going? the parties in twenty minutes.” thea said. you all nodded and got up from your positions to march off to the car.

the drive was ten minutes, you put on your group playlist, it was made for roadtrips you guys took every once and awhile. but tonight you just needed to hear something other then their voices.

you were all vibing to the music when it eventually came to a stop. you sighed and got out of the car, shivering as the cold wind hit your very exposed body.

everyone walked in, it wasnt exactly packed, but you hesitated and mattie noticed that.

mattie was the average femme grouped masc. the one to carry around the shopping bags when you went shopping kind of girl. she was sweet, there were times where you had found yourself harmlessly crushing over her. she knew you had a bit of anxiety and offered you some of her meds before leaving but you kindly declined.

now obviously regretting your decision, she gripped onto your hand and squeezed it tight, for reassurance. you smiled and walked in with the others.

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it had been 2 hours and the group had split, isa probably off eating dinas face off, mattie chatting with some of the guys from a basketball team she had played against when faking being a guy as a dare, and thea off buying or even selling drugs. you were sat on a dusty old couch, not exactly wasted but definitely not sober.

you hadnt noticed you were sitting next to the girl whos instagram you were stalking earlier. but the realisation hit when you smelt weed from her direction.

she was very obviously eye fucking you, she wasnt even shy about it, it couldve been the weed that was in her system or she was wildly bold.

“hey?” you started off your soon long to be conversation.

“hi.” she was caught off guard when she realised you were talking to her.

“ellie right?” she nodded and you exchanged your name to her, along with numbers. you sat back further into the couch, parting your legs a little giving her a slight view of what was under you skirt. you enjoyed the fact that she was looking. a little smirk appeared on your face and she didnt notice it.

“my friend thea buys from you right?” she snapped her head up to look into your eyes. you noticed the green in her eyes under the blue hue of the lights in the room. she nodded,

“yeah why? wanna buy from me?” you shook your head.

“kinda tight on money right now, i would though.” you sighed, resting your head on your hand.

she thought for a minute. “ill share a blunt with you, only coz’ youre cute.” she winked and you blushed.

“oh, thanks..” you stare off awkwardly waiting for her to light it, she was wondering if she made you uncomfortable.

“s—sorry, didnt mean to make you uncomfortable.” you shook your head a smiled before she handed you the joint.

you took a puff and handed it back to her, waiting a bit before exhaling. you noticed she was manspreading. then you noticed she didnt quite look like any other girls that were at the party, very masculine. is she lesbian? no surely not, maybe she just likes being comfortable.

ellie was wearing a worn-out jacket, joels. she wore it everywhere she went.

she caught you staring at the position she was in, fighting the urge to spread them further. you noticed she was holding back from something and looked up at her, oh shit she caught you.

a shit eating grin was plastered on her face. “you ‘kay?” she asked, the same smug expression written all over her face.

you nodded and took the blunt out of her hand. you were blushing under the dim lights in the corner, the rest of the place was filled with colourful lights changing every second.

she started blushing too, she didnt know why. you looked up to her with parted lips. the high kind of kicking in now.

“can i.. kiss you?” you asked softly. you regretted that so hard, fuck fuck fuck she probably doesnt like girls..

she moved closer, draping a hand over your shoulder. “thought youd never ask.” she smirked before smashing her lips onto yours.

the kiss was hungry, like she was desperate for something, you couldnt quite place your tongue on it. the only thing placed on your tongue right now was hers. you kissed her back with just as much passion.

the moans you let out were absolutely pornographic. ellie knew she had to do something about this, stopping the kiss whilst you let out a whine from the lack of attention.

you were borderline wet, like waterpark wet, and it wasnt helping that you were wearing a flimsy skirt that had rode up in the process.

“cmon’ princess.” she took your hand, you felt a bit clumsy for some reason, dizzy, your head was foggy, only thinking about how good she tasted.

you followed her around as she knocked on various locked rooms. finally breaking one open, she slammed it shut, locking it and pressing you up against it. not to hard though, wouldnt wanna hurt your pretty little head.

“fuck, youre so goddamn hot.” she mumbled between kisses. you couldnt help but moan at how turned on she made you feel.

she pushed her knee up between your thighs and you shivered, grinding down onto it. chasing the very needed friction.

you wondered how such an innocent question like ‘can i kiss you?’ turned into you riding on her knee.

“els’, please..” that shit eating grin reappeared on her face and you just wanted to smack it right off, you rolled your eyes. your words and wetness only boosted her ego more.

“please what baby?” she teased. why was she teasing you? you couldnt take it. tears started bubbling in your eyes.

“please just— fuck me.” you mumble out. she liked the sight of you crying, so desperate for her. she was going to tease you more before you actually got what you wanted.

“what was that?” she smirked.

you looked up at her through teary eyes. “can you, uh— go down on me? please?” you were begging, that was a sight.

she pulled you over to the bed, through the dimly light room. “strip.”

you did as she said, it wasnt hard to take off your clothes since there was barely anything on you. first your top, leaving you in a skimpy black lacy bra to match your underwear. then came the boots and skirt.

finally, leaving you in a two piece set. she was waiting patiently for you to take them off. you dont know why you were so hesitant, maybe it was because you hadnt done this in awhile, or maybe it was because her stare was so intense it made your stomach do flips, distracting you from the easy task.

she walked over to help you since you couldnt finish what you had started. “d’ you want this?” you nodded painfully slow.

she peeled off your underwear, holding them up to get a good look before back down to your now bare cunt. it was dripping at the sight of her.

“s’ wet for me princess.” she smirked once more, if she smirked anymore her face would probably get stuck like that.

then came the bra, she asked you to turn around so she could unclip it, she was slightly struggling since she wasnt used to these fancy bras, only because she wears a sports bra.

you giggled and reached your arms behind you to take it off, turning around to leave her ogling at the sight of you.

“youre so beautiful.” you blushed, hard. she looked up at you for some sort of reassurance and you nodded.

a minute ago she was so dominant and now shes sweeter than a cookie. you adored that.

she reached her hands out to cup your tits, so soft, she thought. squeezing them and pinching your now hardened, pebbled nipples.

she elicited a moan out of you. you sat back on the bed for comfort and she dived into them. sucking harshly on your tits.

you couldnt tell if you hated it or loved it, your monas were telling her otherwise.

she left purple marks all over your neck, tits, stomach, anywhere she could mark really. you were huffing, all you needed her to do was touch you down there.

“patience baby.” she replied to your subtle huffs. you rolled your eyes, pleading with your body language as you rolled your hips into nothing.

her head moved down slowly, taking time with your body as if you werent some one night stand. did she actually like you?

she kissed all over your stomach and you felt giddy, you were giggling at how it tickled.

the she dipped her head low, taking in how soaked you were. the whole time you had been rubbing your thighs together. any subtle touch made you go crazy.

she fully dived in, and you moaned her name out, loud enough to here over the booming music. “e-els!” she teased your clit with her tongue, licking a stripe down, giving your clit kitten kisses.

her tongue reached places your fingers couldn’t surprisingly. you couldnt stop panting. it felt like heaven.

your vision was going blurry, white, if the coil in your belly bubbled anymore it was going to snap. “ellie.. i—im gonna!..” she moaned into your pussy, sending hypnotising vibrations into it.

“i know baby, come for me.” those words was the thing that snapped the bubbling coil.

you felt hot slick pool out of you, she lapped up all she could, almost overstimulating you. you were panting.

she got up and laid beside you, toying with your plush tits. you could almost fall asleep right then and there.

“alright,” she patted your thigh. “i gotta get going, heres my number though.” she pulled out a random piece of paper from her pocket and a pen. had she been preparing for this? you thought. she handed you the note like a little kindergartener and put her shirt back on.

you had the sudden urge to shove a pillow between your legs, whining from the loss. you fought back everything in you to shove the pillow that was staring at you between your legs. you watched ellie leave,

she left you on the bed looking back at you to smile before closing the door behind you. you eventually got up and put your clothes on, walking over to the bathroom that was in the small room to fix up your hair and makeup.

you realised your hand was still clutching that little piece of paper. you looked at it and read it slowly, still regaining composure.

‘**** **** **** **** message me ;) x’

you probably werent going to message her, but just incase, you slipped the note into your purse and walked out of the room going to look for you friends to take them home, luckily ellie had sobered you up.

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a/n: im sorry the ending actually sucks i was getting sick of this and i needed to get it out of my drafts. should i turn it into a series were reader actually messages ellie? idk.

#lesbian #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lgbtqia #i need ellie bro #wlw #bad habits #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie is so hot #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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When you get the chance do you think you could write a Miguel x chubbyF!reader ?

(It's my first time requesting and I wanted to try and give like an idea of it)

Miguel saw the reader in the library and she caught his eye and he went on about what he was doing until he grabbed the same book as her and it just happened to be both of their favorite books and they ended up talking about it and maybe going to a coffee shop after?

The Very Grumpy Spider

Miguel x Chubby/Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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Miguel was hiding away from the world in the most unlikely of places. It wasn't his home, or his darkened office at HQ, or the labs at Alchemax.

No, it was the library. It hardly had any foot traffic, and the libraries of the world were quickly becoming obsolete with their actual paper books in favor of all the digital files you could simply download online these days.

Which is why it was perfect for him to hide in.

It was quiet, almost no people, and his favorite reading nook had the comfiest chairs. Hell, sometimes he'd sit in the bean bag chairs and nod off a bit.

Today he was browsing the shelves labeled "Classics -- Science Fiction".

His large fingers drummed on the spines of each book as he weighed the decision of which one to read, his glasses perched low on his nose. It seemed silly, that someone who has superpowers would like something as simple as science fiction, but these books were a big escape from the abuse he and his little brother were witness (and in many cases victim) to.

It was also the library he'd run off to back then, too.

It was a sanctuary, a sweet, private Sanctuary.

Miguel was so warped in his thoughts that he didn't notice somebody was now standing right next to him.

Not until a small hand reached out and they both touched the spine of the same book.

An omnibus of sorts containing all the stories of a series called "Dinotopia" by an author named James Gurney, a little over a hundred or so years ago. Miguel as a child had silly fantasies of finding such a place and now the stories were a source of great comfort when the stress of his life became a bit too hard.

"Oh! Sorry!" You say, awkwardly snatching your hand back. "I... Er. Didn't know that anybody else liked... uh, nevermind."

You were... cute. Not obnoxiously made-up like many of the women he's met; you were very minimal makeup and he could even see a few blemishes here and there.

Your body was not rail thin--again, like most women he's known--you were soft, your clothes hugged your body in a way that showed that you had little rolls that spilled over the top of your jeans, your legs and arms a bit on the thicker side, and your round little face definitely set you apart.

And Miguel found himself quickly liking the sight.

He lowered his hand and shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Ah, no, it's alright. I'm surprised anybody even knows these books exist."

You smiled sheepishly up at him, dimples in your soft cheeks as you did. "Yeah... My grandpa used to read these to me when I was little. It's hard to find them nowadays and the copies I had got ruined when my apartment flooded..."

"I used to read them as a kid, myself." Miguel smiled at you as he plucked the book off the shelf, looking at the illustrated cover; protected by a dust jacket but the cover was faded with time, the pages slightly yellowed.

"They were a nice escape."

"Oh! Yeah... They--they are." You say as you watched him turn the book over in his massive hands. Hell, they were so goddamn big that the thick volume looked like a tiny booklet. And oh, did you try to ignore how strong they looked.

Miguel sighed and held the book out to you, "Here. Far be it from me to keep someone from reading a favorite, huh?"

You held your hands up, waving then a bit. "Oh! No, no, um... It's okay. You can read it."

You both stood there, blinking at each other in an awkward silence.

Until you both broke out into soft laughter and Miguel lowered his hand that still clutched the book.

"...We're just going to go back and forth about this, aren't we?" He asked.

"... Probably." You giggled, rubbing the back of your neck.

There was another pause, until you decided to break it.

"Um... well. We can... Talk about it?"

When he tilted his head at you with raised eyes you felt yourself flush. "I--! Well, I just mean that, um... Er. It's unusual to find anybody that knows about that series because it's so old, so, I mean..."

He laughed again, and god, did it sound wonderful as it tumbled out of his lips. He fixed his dark eyes on you and smiled. "Sure. I don't have anywhere to be for the rest of the day."

You swore you could see that his eyes glimmered a different color as he spoke, and your heart slipped a beat.

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You and Miguel chatted for what must have been close to three hours. You'd even gotten so close as to read the book together; or, well, a few of the stories in it here and there.

You guys had sat so close you could smell his cologne and aftershave.

Meanwhile Miguel could smell your sweet, cherry-like perfume. Hell, he could even smell your lip balm (it had notes of honey) thanks to his super senses.

He loved watching you move, he would often take his eyes from the pages to scan your form, looking at how soft and plush you were. He had the most intrusive thoughts about laying his head in your lap and just letting you run your fingers through his hair as you read the book aloud to him.

Oh, your thighs looked like perfect napping pillows...

He was gorgeous, and he found you absolutely beautiful. You were cute, funny, and quirky, whereas you found him intelligent, witty and kind when he spoke to you.

Something beeped on Miguel's watch and when he looked at it, he grunted. Lyla was asking him when he was going to just ask you out, because apparently she'd been eavesdropping covertly through his watch.

Yeah, it had been hours.

"Is that, um... A call you need to take?" You ask hesitantly.

"No, it's just my assistant checking on me." He turned it off and lowered his wrist, smiling again at you, and he felt something gnaw in his stomach when he saw your hopeful expression.

Fuck it.

"Hey... Would you like to get a coffee?" He finally asked you directly.

And oh, the little error-code face you made was just precious.

"Oh!" You shake your head softly, and smile up at him again. "Sure! I--I mean that is I'm okay with with that, and... uh."

Miguel stood, the book once again in his palm and he extended his hand to you politely to help you out of your seat.

Witty and chivalrous. It made you positively weak in the knees!

"But, um... are you sure?" You ask, following him to the check out counter.

He smiled at you over his shoulder, waving the book.

"Of course. After all, how else are we supposed to finish reading this together?"

#🌙 answered #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse

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expertnuerodiver · 5 months

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Reasons why I think San Lang is bad at writing

(Keep in mind that I have only read up to book two)

Because he is blind in one eye, he may lack perception, or perhaps sees the characters like that. In other words, he writes the characters correctly, but only in his vision of them.

Considering that he is ambidextrous, with left hand dominant, perhaps he has a harder time writing the characters with his right hand, which he seems to do.

He is so gay, he can't write. I mean, if I was good everything but writing, I wouldn't complain or care. That ink isn't as thick as Xie Lian's ass.

After learning so many languages, he probably messes up sometimes in writing. (e.g. I write Latin words despite wanting Italian.)

He was never taught how to write as a kid. If a kid is left alone on a roof and falls to their near death, I don't think your parents taught you how to write.

He definitely has somebody else write down important things or someone who can translate that handwriting, so he never actually writes for periods of times.

He is an artist. Artist always have bad handwriting.

He be giving no fuck about it.

That is all I have composed so far. If anyone has any other ideas, comment please. ^-^

Bonus: Imagine if San Lang had to get contacts or a monocle to see, so E-Ming would have to get one too. <3

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animasola86 · 8 months

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Kinktober: A Filthy Fantasy (1/2)

Notes: I dedicate these two parts of absolute filth (I'm sorry!) to the wonderful @amberlide – who graciously gave me the detailed outline of this little story and inspired me so much! Thank you for sharing your idea and letting me turn it into what it had become (I'm sorry?). I hope I could do your idea justice! :)

I've ticked a lot of boxes for @kinktober2023 again, beware!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut/Horror/Filth // Words: 7.9k // [READ ON AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! cnc/rape fantasy. bondage. creepy masks. sensory deprivation. oral sex (f!receiving). orgasm denial. rough sex. snakes?

Synopsis: Sebastian makes you think about your filthiest fantasy and then manipulates you into wanting to do it.

Warning: This is darker than it sounds. Or does it? Anyway, it's rough smut. Smut that's rough. Beware.

-- read Part 2 here --

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2)

“So what's the dirtiest thought you'd ever had?” Sebastian asked as you snuggled against him, your sweat slick body moulding against his. A cold breeze rushed over you and you shivered even more when you felt his finger trailing your hard nipple.

“The dirtiest thought? Like what?” you replied, your mind still pretty much empty after he had fucked you into the cushions of the old couch and into oblivion and back. You felt as if your noises still echoed through the Undercroft.

“Concerning sex,” he chuckled and wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer. “What's your filthiest fantasy?”

You would blush deeply if your face wasn't still flushed from what you two had just done – and you can only wonder how he can think about sex again already. “Hmm,” you made and took a moment to think about it, even though there was nothing in your head but static, blissful static. “I... I think I'm already quite happy with the things we do...”

He nudged you playfully. “That's not my question,” he said and pressed his lips against your damp forehead, then pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes.

You bit your lip, watching him closely as you tried to think. “What is filth anyway?” you then asked, frowning.

“Things you wouldn't want to talk about...”

“And still you urge me to tell you?” you laughed and shook your head slightly, poking his chest with a finger.

“Well, you can tell me anything, you know that. I won't judge.” He put his hand to your face and caressed your cheek. “Like, what is so strange or taboo, but it would still arouse you?” He paused. “How about tentacles? I heard that's a commonly liked taboo among girls.”

“What?” The laugh you issued sounded strangled. “Really? Care to share your sources for that?”

He only chuckled. “You never thought about falling into a pit of Devil's Snare and letting those tendrils explore your body?”

“That's... no! Definitely not! That's disgusting!” you exclaimed and shivered, not even wanting to imagine that.

“Is it, though? No kink-shaming, baby,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, what's yours then? What arouses Sebastian Sallow that's too taboo to talk about?”

He looked at you then, almost serious, his eyes darker than usual. “Loss of control,” he said without hesitation and you frowned. “Being under somebody else's control, unable to do anything. That is scary and sexy at the same time.”

You raised your eyebrows and considered his words, a little unsure if he really felt like that or if he wanted to convince you to feel like that. You never knew with him.

“Just imagine,” he whispered as he leaned closer, his hot breath on your ear. “Being tied to a chair, naked, blindfolded, not knowing what will happen, anticipating the worst...”

It was either his words or the vibrations of his voice or your mind imagining just that, but you felt definitely aroused all over again. Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, seeing him smiling when you did.

“Sounds good, huh?”

“But I wouldn't want just anyone tying me to a chair, you know? Can I alter that fantasy a little?” He nodded. “If you'd be the one to do these things to me, I'd be more than willing to give up control like that,” you told him quietly.

His smile grew. “Really?” When you nodded, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you euphorically.

“It's still just a fantasy, right?” you whispered against his lips when he gave you a moment to catch your breath.

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk, before nibbling on your bottom lip. “Unless...”

You leaned back a little, your eyes flying over his face. “Unless?”

“What if we planned something like that? A scene of some sort? We'd make a list with all the things we like and don't like and then we just... role-play it?”

You frowned. “Wouldn't that beat the purpose of losing control if you plan it out like that? I'd already know what'll happen... won't I?”

“But you wouldn't know when... or how... or if at all,” he said quietly, licking his lips. “The anticipation alone would drive you crazy!”

You shifted against him, already feeling the excitement pooling between your legs. He noticed and grinned, his hand trailing down the curve of your body to rest on your hip.

“What do you say?” he then asked, watching you closely.

You gave him a smile and a quick peck to the lips. “Yes, let's imagine it then.”

He beamed at you and pulled you closer against his chest, kissing your temple. “Okay, so, it'll start... with somebody –”

“You,” you emphasised with a stern gaze, while a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Me, yes, but let's pretend it'll be somebody,” he said with a wink. “Somebody dragging you into a dark alley, his hand over your mouth and his arm around your waist, pulling you into the darkness...”

You inhaled deeply and listened to him sketching the outline of your little scene. His voice vibrated through your body and you quickly felt more and more excited about his idea. He gave you all the details, drew it out piece by piece, waited for your feedback and approval and objections, then continued, and in the end your entire body was shaking in anticipation.

Just talking about it and imagining it was already doing wonders to your pleasure points and somehow you couldn't wait to actually play that whole scenario out.

You couldn't wait to touch him either, so you rolled him onto his back and scrambled on top of him, breathlessly staring down at him as you ground your hips into his. He seemed just as eager and quickly grabbed your waist as you leaned down to push your mouth against his.

The couch creaked and squeaked beneath you for a second time that night, probably also a third, and your noises filled the Undercroft as you gave into your urges yet again. And somehow you forgot about his little role-play idea after all. Why think about something that might or might not happen, when you could indulge in your lust for him right here and now?

And so you did – and time passed.

Several weeks later, you didn't really count the days though, you were on an errand run through Hogsmeade, alone, because your boyfriend had been too busy to come with you. Even though you'd rather spend every single minute of the day with him, you knew he also needed his alone time, and you respected that of course.

And as you walked, caught in thoughts of his pretty brown eyes, you found yourself traversing the narrower side streets of the village on a shortcut to J. Pippin's – when you suddenly felt a rush of air and then a hand grabbing you so quickly you didn't even have time to scream.

You were pulled into the tight space between two buildings and pinned stomach-first against the wall, the hand now firmly on your mouth. It was too dark to see anything or anyone and your heart leapt against your ribcage as you felt another hand creeping around your waist and upwards to your chest.

Your breath hitched when it groped you through your clothes and you squirmed against the stranger holding you hostage. His heavy breaths were in your ears, nothing more, no threats or lewd words, just his heavy breathing that made your hair stand on end. A whimper escaped you when he suddenly let you go and you felt something being pulled over your head.

The next thing you knew was being dragged a little further, before the sound of a creaking hinge and heavy wood falling to the side suggested you were being pulled down into one of the basements of the nearby houses. You were pushed forwards, stumbled and almost fell down the steps if it wasn't for the hand grabbing your neck from behind. That same noise sounded and a hefty silence pressed down on you.

The hand on your neck urged you forwards and this time you tumbled and landed hard on your knees, dirt and dust covering your hands as you tried to support yourself. You were yanked upwards roughly, then spun around and pinned against a wall again, the hand now on your throat, squeezing tightly. You wheezed in panic, your hands reaching up to scratch at the wrist of the stranger, when you suddenly felt that same hot breath on your cheek, and even through the fabric (of what you imagined to be a sack) it caused you goosebumps.

“What's your safeword?” the stranger growled – and it took you an embarrassingly long time to recognize Sebastian's voice – and suddenly you were back in the Undercroft, talking about this very scenario. As relief flushed through you because you had been genuinely scared there for a moment, you felt his hand tightening around your throat. “Tell me,” he urged, sounding so rough and unfamiliar it did nothing to ease your fright.

“I... I don't know,” you whispered, still overwhelmed by the whole situation.

He let out a grunt, pushing you closer against the wall. “What's your favourite number?”

“What?” Be it lack of oxygen or the general fear that settled in your stomach, but you had a hard time understanding him.

“If this gets too much, just say your favourite number and I'll stop immediately, okay?” he explained darkly, his voice muffled slightly. “Which is what?”

You inhaled sharply. “Twenty-one,” you then stammered and he pushed your head firmer against the wall in response.

“Remember it,” he growled and without any warning, he slipped back into his role and grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you after him.

Stumbling after him, unable to see, gripped by a feeling that was completely new to you – as a mixture of excitement and anxiety flooded your body – you then found yourself pushed into a chair. The wood creaked when he basically threw you against it and your back hit it forcefully. You gasped deeply, trying to calm your heavy breaths, but he wouldn't let you as he suddenly ripped the sack off of your head.

You blinked into the semi-darkness, the only light came from a jar of blue little bugs whizzing and whirring inside, tinting the small room in an eerie light that cast strange shadows on the walls and on the person crouched in front of you now. For a moment you stared at him and fear gripped you all over again. He was wearing one of those creepy masks you had first encountered in the Restricted Section, but you were too freaked out to find the connection somewhat significant.

Breathing heavily, you gazed through the black holes of the mask trying to find those eyes that would usually calm you down instantly, but you couldn't see them, and for a moment you had the insane thought that this might not even be Sebastian any more. Your heart was thundering inside your chest so loudly you were afraid it would echo off the damp walls of the room. While you stared at him, the crouched figure just remained still, staring back at you out of those dead eyes, unmoving and sinister.

You swallowed hard and basically jumped and shrieked when you suddenly felt his hands on your thighs. You saw him tilting his head, that eerie mask doing nothing to make it look less threatening. Without giving you a moment to relax, he then leaned up, grabbed your jaw, forced your mouth open and pushed a ball of fabric into it. Squirming and whimpering loudly against it, you couldn't do anything but let him push you against the back of the chair, firmly holding you in place as he stared at you – and you felt the first tear falling from the corner of your eye.

It was a tiny gesture, but when you felt his other hand moving up to scrape his fingertips over your cheek, wiping it off almost nonchalantly, you reminded yourself that this was just a scene, something you planned with him a while back, and even though it had slipped your mind, he seemed to have thought about it a lot. Or he was just naturally good at playing a predator, who knew.

You felt your legs shaking when he suddenly gripped your throat and pulled you upwards, that pathetic muffled squeak trying to force its way through your gag barely audible over the blood rushing through your ears. He held you like that for a moment while his other hand grabbed your wrists and pushed them together, his long fingers easily reaching around them both as he then pulled them above your head.

Letting go of your throat, you felt him tie something around your wrists, too tight for comfort, but as you squirmed, he ignored you and instead you heard a clanging sound, and then your tied wrists hung from a metal hook secured to the ceiling. He stepped back then and watched you, his head tilted again, that horrible mask getting scarier with the minute.

Your hands closed around the chain over your head and you felt your body getting heavier and heavier while you hung from that hook like a gutted pig. At least that was the first image that came to your clouded mind when the tips of your shoes scraped over the dirty floor as you tried to get back any sense of balance.

More moments of uncomfortable silence ticked past in which you wondered what would happen next. At first you had tried to remember the details you had talked about, but with your heart thumping so loudly it was hard to think of anything else but the very present fear – because despite the fact that you both planned this, it felt all too real for you. You were helpless and vulnerable and at the mercy of this masked stranger who you really hoped was Sebastian, but you couldn't be sure.

He was wearing a dark cloak and that mask was big enough to cover any sign of hair peeking through. His hands were in his pockets and just from the stature, he could be anyone. Any tall, dark man – and you prayed to anyone listening that it was not just anyone because that thought alone tightened that nervous knot inside your stomach tenfold. And even though this was supposed to be a sexy fantasy, the shivers running down your spine were not in any way or form connected to any feelings of arousal.

That was until he stepped closer and started gripping your clothes, and without any warning ripped them off of your body, starting with your shirt, and your eyes went wide when the buttons flew into all directions as he forced it apart to expose your chemise beneath. You couldn't help the sudden movement of your chest and the muffled shrieks of protest. He did the same with your skirt, instead of pushing it down your hips, he ripped the fabric into shreds, leaving your clothes completely useless should you ever get out of this situation.

Which for a moment you were seriously afraid would not happen.

Watching him with growing concern, you then noticed him slipping a hand into his pocket and when he got out one of those big cutting knives you'd seen the house-elves in the kitchens use, you squirmed even more, your legs twitching badly as you stood unsteadily on your toes. That mask tilted almost mockingly as he approached you, bringing the knife closer to your face, the eerie blue light reflecting off the shiny surface of the blade.

He teased the sharp tip against your skin and you did everything in your power to stay completely still, which felt impossible with how you were tied to the ceiling. Holding your breath, you witnessed him moving the knife lower, over your throat, scraping over your collarbone and down to the hem of your chemise.

His other hand moved over the curve of your body, following the white fabric down over your hips to your thighs where he slipped it past its hem and pushed it upwards, exposing your bloomers beneath. You swallowed hard, or tried to, the gag slowly soaking up your saliva to the point that it wouldn't hold any more. Those black eye holes watched you as he moved the knife to the top of your chemise and strained it against the fabric until it ripped.

You could feel the dull side of the cold blade on your skin as he gripped it by the handle and cut your garment in a downwards motion as if he wanted to gut you in the process. The shivers came as involuntarily as your deep whimpers. The sound of tearing fabric filled your ears until he was done. Dropping the knife on the chair, he gripped the edges with both hands and ripped it open, freeing your quivering breasts. The cold air of the cellar hit them and you took a shuddering breath through your nose.

After pushing your ruined chemise off your shoulders, he wasted no time to put his big hands on your chest, eagerly groping and fondling your soft flesh, pressing his palms right against your nipples. You squirmed against him, breathing loudly through your nose. Then he leaned back suddenly, one hand still trailing around your areola, while the other wandered down to the waistband of your bloomers.

This time he simply pushed it down over your hip slowly before he knelt down in front of you and wrangled the piece of clothing off of your legs, removing your stockings and shoes as well while he was down there. Completely exposed now, you felt more and more shivers as the cold air of the room hit your skin – and that freakish mask kept staring up at you with an unchanging expression and dead eyes.

You felt his hands on your shins, slowly moving upwards, his grip firm and demanding, grazing your knees and kneading your thighs, grabbing your hips and pressing his fingers into your soft flesh, then going back up right to your breasts as he stood up again. Teasing them with his fingers, he then walked around you and snaked his hands around you from behind, grabbing your chest tightly as he pressed his body against your backside.

Whimpering into your drenched gag, you squirmed against him as he put his knee between your legs and slowly forced them open. The chain above your head rattled alarmingly as you swayed to keep your balance and felt your entire weight pushing on the tie around your wrists. Seeing you struggle, he moved his fingers over your ribcage and upwards to your armpits – and you already saw it coming and still squealed loudly when he started tickling you mercilessly.

You squirmed even more, threatening to completely lose your balance as his fingertips teased your sensitive skin. He let go of you rather quickly, but instead of giving you a break, you felt his hand moving right between your legs and grabbing your mound forcefully, the touch equally shocking and despite the implications unexpected. You writhed against him, trying to press your thighs together, but his knee was still lodged between them, keeping them open as he teased his fingers through your folds.

There he hesitated. As your heart was thundering in your chest, he let go, removed his knee and walked around you once more, tilting his head menacingly. You stared at the mask, your eyebrows furrowed. He then leaned in, grabbed your chin and pulled the soaked gag out of your mouth, strands of saliva following the motion. Wiping at your trembling lips, he walked closer and you could smell the old leather of the mask as he leaned it against your forehead.

Being this close, you could actually see his eyes through the dark holes of his disguise and a deep sigh escaped you. You bit your lip and watched him. “You're not enjoying yourself, huh?” you heard his deep voice, muffled by the mask but still recognizable enough. To prove his point, he moved his hand back between your legs and poked at your centre. “Well, you're getting there...”

And of course you would, you could never resist the firm touch of his fingers for long enough. Your body had a mind of its own. Though it had taken you surprisingly long to adjust to this rather unusual situation. Despite the planned scenario, it had still taken you by the surprise. And you learned that thinking about something and actually doing it, were two different things.

“Let's change things up a bit, shall we?” he said quietly and you watched him walk around you once more. As you turned your head slightly to follow him with your eyes, you had barely time to react as he suddenly wrapped a piece of clothing around your head, shrouding the room and anything in it in complete darkness. You gasped, feeling his fingers gliding over the edges of your face before he tied the blindfold tightly at the back of your head, taking away the last thing that had kept you more or less sane: your sight.

Seeing nothing, your other senses seemed to spike up immediately. Every touch felt much more intense, every sound louder than before, your own heartbeat drumming deafeningly in your ears. It got even worse when he stopped touching you and stepped away, leaving you to your dark thoughts.

It got harder and harder to remind yourself that this was a staged scenario, he was just too good in making you really uncomfortable. You felt so vulnerable and exposed, your arms started to hurt and your wrists were burning from the rough material cutting into your skin. Your naked feet scraped over the dirty floor as you tried to ease the pressure on your joints.

In all your struggles you somehow forgot that he was still there, somewhere, and when you suddenly felt his hands on your waist, lifting you from the ground, you couldn't help but shriek. You heard a weird scratching sound and when he put you down again, you were standing on some sort of box, with both feet flat on the rough surface, the tension in your arms lessening immediately.

Grabbing the chains firmer, no longer hanging from the ceiling, you tried your best to hold your balance once more. You were almost willing to thank him, but then his arms wrapped around your middle and you felt his hot mouth between your shoulder blades, sucking on your skin. Goosebumps rippled over your limbs in waves, all the way down to your thighs and only then did the heat start to pool between your legs.

Inhaling deeply, almost relaxed in his grip, you didn't realize that he lowered one hand until you felt something scraping over your skin. He put one messy kiss between your shoulders and then let go, focusing on what he was doing on your leg. One hand gripped your thigh, kneading the soft flesh almost painfully, as something cold and hard pressed against the back of your leg. You felt him shifting and you could only guess that he was crouching in front of you as something caused a clanging sound on the floor.

Grabbing your thighs with both hands now, he forced your legs apart. You shivered deeply, already threatening to lose your balance on the box, as he leaned in and planted wet kisses on your soft skin. His tongue lapped at your inner thighs with broad strokes, leaving a trail of quickly cooling saliva on your legs. A whimper escaped you while your breath caught in your throat. He continued his journey upwards, his breath hot and loud as his hands moved up the back of your thighs and firmly grabbed your ass, coaxing another shrill shriek out of you.

While he kneaded your cheeks with strong fingers, almost bruising your skin, his mouth had moved right to your centre and without any warning or whatsoever you could feel the tip of his hot tongue pressing against your clit. You squirmed, the chain rattling in your grip, your thighs twitching uncontrollably under the sudden touch. He kept at it, circling your nub vigorously, sucking it into his mouth, even biting it softly – and all you could do was whine and writhe in your confines. You would have kicked your legs, but then you'd have lost your balance completely.

Suddenly he took that thought right out of your mind and lifted you up swiftly, his hands cupping your rear, draping your quivering legs around his neck as he pushed his face deeper against your folds. You squeaked and in your surprise, tightened your thighs around his head. He responded by grazing your soft lips with his teeth and you squirmed only more. You felt him sucking on them, pulling on them, teasing them inside and out, his tongue hot on your sensitive skin.

His nose brushed against that throbbing bundle of nerves as he continued parting your folds with his mouth until he moved straight to your entrance, poking the tip of his tongue against it until you couldn't help it and felt your walls clenching around nothing but air. Until that changed and they were clenching around his tongue as he pushed it right into you, his muffled breaths almost as arousing as his bold move. For a moment you forgot about your hands tied to the ceiling and the damp surroundings and the things that happened prior.

All you felt was his hot mouth on you, stimulating every single nerve and muscle it could reach and more – a rather familiar feeling that soothed you as much as it turned you on. You were so lost in the sensation that the noise you heard in the back of your mind almost didn't register with you.

Footsteps.

You only heard them when he suddenly halted his movements, slowly withdrawing his tongue, leaving your quivering cunt longing for more. That want quickly froze when you felt him lean back and lower your legs back to the ground. A deep shiver rushed through you as he grabbed your throat and whispered: “I'll be right back.”

You let out a panicked noise that was a mixture of a whine and a groan as you squirmed in your confines, your heart thundering in your chest, making it hard to hear the noises around you. But those footsteps had been there and they absolutely did not fit into your planned scenario. What was going on?

The longer he was gone, the bigger the knot inside your stomach grew. You felt the cold air on your exposed skin, your centre throbbing in neglect, your chest rising and falling fast. Just when panic settled in and your mind produced the most horrifying outcomes of what could happen, something did happen.

Without hearing him beforehand, you felt his hand on your wrists and his other arm around your waist, as he lifted you up and off the hook you had been bound to. He carried you off the box until he put you down, stomach-first, on a cold, smooth surface, your legs hanging off before you placed your feet gingerly on the floor. He grabbed your tied hands and attached something to it and you heard another clinking sound, then something pulled on them and stretched your arms, causing you to slide a little over the table or whatever you were lying on.

With only your chest and stomach touching the surface, you raised your head to listen intently, but with how your arms pressed against your ears and how your own blood rushed through them loudly, you had trouble hearing anything. Yet another sense ripped from your arsenal. You whimpered softly at the realization, the tension building up more and more. And it wasn't the good kind of tension. It was fear.

You kept thinking back to the sound of footsteps and it drove you crazy that you couldn't completely confirm them. But he had left you right after you supposedly heard them, so who had he met? Who was there with him? Was there somebody else or had that noise come from outside and he had just checked if it was still safe? You couldn't say it for sure and it caused goosebumps to wash over your exposed limbs.

When something else washed over them, you shrieked, before you realized it was his hands. Or so you hoped. Fingers moved over your skin, tracing the curves of your body until they gripped your waist and pulled you back a little, a hard edge hitting your chin in the process. You groaned slightly and turned your head to rest it on the table. He didn't seem to care and you felt him pushing your legs apart with his body.

For a moment he just stood there, his fingers digging into your skin, before he leaned back quickly and disappeared again. Not for too long, as you then felt his hands on your ankles where he tied each of them to what you assumed to be a leg of the table. With your legs forced open like that, you felt a cold shudder rushing through you. You'd never felt this vulnerable before and you were still debating if you liked it or not.

He didn't give you time to adjust when you suddenly felt something pressing against your exposed folds. You braced yourself, but that was where the touch ended. He just swiped whatever it was through your slick and moved back again, putting something down beside your hip. His hands now moved to your rear and he started kneaded your flesh firmly, squeezing and almost bruising, pulling your cheeks apart and teasing at your folds until he moved a little upwards.

You squirmed wildly against your restraints as you felt his finger poking against your other hole, a whimpered “No!” escaping you, but he didn't seem to mind your noises. One hand caressed your curves towards your hip before it moved away, possibly gripping what he had put down earlier, while his fingertip kept drawing circles around your sensitive skin, teasing it further. You were breathing heavily, everything inside you fighting against whatever he had planned.

In your panicked haze you went through the list you had made and you wondered if this was anywhere on there, you just couldn't be sure, but something also kept you from calling out your safeword just yet. It felt uncomfortable, but also too new and exotic to actually know what it might feel like. And despite everything you were at least a little curious. And luckily for you, he really wanted to quench your thirst for knowledge.

You felt him swipe something through your wetness once more as his other finger withdrew from your ass, only to come down hard and swift as his hand slapped your cheek with a force that sent a shock wave through your body. Your surprised shriek echoed loudly off the walls of the room. He did it once more and you shrieked again, and as you braced for a third time it never came, instead he pushed something small and solid against your hole, and as you gasped deeply, you felt it slipping in.

Whimpering softly, your muscles clenching around it almost involuntarily, you felt him caressing your skin, his palm pressing against it, before he put his fingers around the object and pulled at it. It released with a bit of struggle and you writhed a little more. You felt his other hand slipping past your folds and moving through your wetness, before a finger of the same hand moved up and poked at your hole – and you inhaled sharply when he actually pushed in, smearing your slick around the tight ring of muscles.

You felt weird, it was an unknown kind of pressure and you didn't know if you liked it or not. It made your legs twitch against their confines and the sensation rushed down to your cunt, but feeling his finger in there just didn't sit right with you. He withdrew it then and replaced it with the object he had pushed in earlier. You gasped again and felt it just resting there, held tightly by your muscles, stretching your skin slightly.

And he left it there as he moved downwards again, his fingers slipping through your slick, rubbing and pressing and drawing lazy circles. Somehow you relaxed again a little bit, but only until he pushed two fingers past your folds and straight against that sweet spot as he simultaneously lowered his thumb to rub against your clit. You bucked your hips in response, letting out a moan-shriek. The tension in your stomach tightened and you had to bite your lip to not fall apart completely at the sensation.

He held his hand like that for a moment, just poking and prodding and stimulating, and you felt your legs giving in. Luckily you didn't really need them. As arousal flooded your clouded mind, you started breathing heavier, unconsciously jerking your hips against his hand, desperate for that extra bit of friction, but then he let go completely and you were left hanging, so close to feeling a little bit better, and yet so far away now.

Breathing loudly through your nose to show him your disapproval, you were forced to wait then as nothing else happened. You felt that thing in your butt as you started clenching your muscles around it out of sheer necessity, but that was all, it did nothing to bring you anywhere near your release. Sighing deeply, you shifted helplessly on the table.

With your arms over your ears and the blindfold still in place, ridding you of seeing and hearing anything, your mind began to wander to places you weren't so sure about wanting to reach. Darkness engulfed you not only physically, but threatened to fill your head as well. Once again you imagined the worst possible things happening, all of them diverging from that scenario you and your boyfriend had planned out ages ago, it felt like.

You realized he had led you right here, planting that idea in your head, making it sound so appealing, manipulating you into liking and wanting it, when in reality you weren't so sure any more.

It might have been boring to some (and him most certainly), but you liked it when he would just push you into the mattress, his body weight on you as he pressed himself inside you, slamming his hips into yours, as you would hold onto him and let him do his thing because that always was a guaranteed success in pushing you over the edge, repeatedly. He'd hit all the right spots, taking you to familiar heights, before he would fill you up with his warmth and stay like that until you were both too groggy to move. You couldn't count the times he would fall asleep on top of you with his cock still buried inside you. And you liked it like that. It felt safe and comforting and right.

But now you were strapped to a table, blindfolded and unaware, your legs forced open, something unfamiliar stuck in your ass, your thighs twitching in anticipation, and you felt cold and tense and vulnerable. And you hated waiting more than anything. Patience was not a virtue for you, and you knew that Sebastian knew that as well – and it made perfect sense that he would torture you like this. He was as predictable as he was unpredictable.

Breathing loudly through your nose, you tapped your feet nervously, about the only movement you could do anyway. You wanted him to see how impatient you were and frankly, focusing on that made you feel a little better as it gave you something to do. It drove away your discomfort and the fear still gnawing at the edges of your mind where questions like What if he just leaves me here like that? rolled around lazily, slightly growing with every passing heartbeat.

Just when the questions became louder and louder, you suddenly felt a hand on your hip, gripping tightly, and then, without warning and with your mind still occupied with doubts and fears, you felt him pressing his hard tip against your entrance. You squirmed under the pressure, your body not ready at all for the intrusion, yet he didn't care and pushed further as your legs twitched and pained whimpers escaped you.

He was anything but gentle – and in the middle of experiencing pain you'd never experienced before, you thought about how lucky you were normally, with how much he prepared you, how much he cared about making you feel good, long before he would focus on his own pleasure. But this was about losing control and being at the mercy of someone, you reminded yourself, and this was what you signed up for. And you didn't like it one bit.

To say he was rough was an understatement. His fingers dug into your hips, definitely bruising your skin, as he forced his cock deeper and deeper and your walls were not complying at all. They were so clenched and tight, all his intrusion did was send shivers and shudders through your body, like tiny needles poking at every single nerve. You whined loudly, writhing beneath him and against your restraints, as tears spilled from your eyes and soaked the blindfold.

And this was just him pushing in, he hadn't even moved yet. Once he seemed satisfied with how deep he was, he halted and loosened his grip on your hips, only to drive his hands down on your ass, each slap sending more shock waves through your body. You screamed and wailed, squirming more and more, not realizing that you only made it worse by doing so. You felt your skin tingling and could only imagine how raw it must look and how you'd probably be able to see his hand imprint on your flesh.

Suddenly he poked at the thing still wedged in your ass and you let out a panicked shriek, your breaths erratic and your heart thundering in your chest. You felt him grabbing the object and turning it slightly, and as he did so, he started withdrawing from the tight grasp of your cunt, slowly, almost excruciatingly slow, and your legs twitched badly with every inch. Your muscles clenched even more and he seemed to feel it, as he then pushed back in with a grunt, and then again and again.

His noises mixed with your whimpers as he fell into a rapid pace of moving his cock in and out, completely out, only to push past your entrance every time, coaxing shrieks and whimpers and eventually moans out of you as you became more and more overwhelmed by the pain and unexpected pleasure of it. Your body soon surrendered to the sensations and all you felt were his hips slamming against your ass, the tremors rippling through your body and the thing inside your tight ring of muscles seemed to vibrate with every thrust.

You moaned and cried and whined, thrashing your head around, trying to fight it and simultaneously trying to enjoy it. It was certainly a struggle you had not anticipated. You almost lost it, as your breaths became so fast you felt light-headed and close to fainting, but then you felt his hand around your throat and he was pulling your head up slightly. You wailed in surprise and then didn't make any sound any more as he pushed his fingers past your lips and held you like that as he plunged into you over and over again at a frightening speed.

Your saliva pooled around his fingers and your gurgled noises only faded together with the slapping of skin against skin and the squelches of your slowly adjusting pussy as your wetness finally helped in making it feel a little better. He kept pushing in and out, the grip of his fingers bruising, but soon you felt too numb to feel the aching of your jaw or the roughness of his thrusts or the hold he had on the object in your ass.

It all melted together as your head started spinning and you were almost sure your release was right around the corner, so close you could almost taste it past his fingers. Your walls were fluttering around his cock, the tension inside your stomach built almost painfully, but then he let go of your head and it smacked onto the table, before he grabbed your waist and picked up his pace another notch, his grunts and groans filling the room as you were still whimpering from the collision with the table, momentarily too stunned to try to chase your own pleasure.

He, on the other hand, was hell-bent to get his before yours, it seemed. Such an unfamiliar feeling that it almost made you sad. Not that you could have felt any other emotion right now as he pounded you for what you were at that moment: a more or less willing victim, just a means for his release, a hole to fill. And when he let out a loud growl and slammed his pelvis against your ass and pulled your hips towards him at the same time, burying himself as deeply as possible, as his tight balls pushed against your folds, he did indeed that: he filled you.

You felt him pumping and twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warmth spilling into every nook and cranny and soon past his length as it didn't seem to stop. You whimpered and felt your insides convulsing, but it did nothing to help you reach your own climax. That dissipated slowly as he eventually pulled out, leaving behind a hot trail of cum you could feel burning on your bruised skin. Your walls clenched around his seed in a desperate attempt to get anything out of it, but alas, that ship had sailed and it left you feeling even more miserable.

Still light-headed and not numb enough to not feel the pain pulsing through your core, you lay on the table, spent and exhausted, your thighs twitching and your stomach tense and hurting. Saliva was dripping from your parted lips and pooled beneath your cheek, but you couldn't close your mouth, you didn't have it in you. You realized then that this whole idea had been the worst you'd ever agreed to. And for a moment you hated him for convincing you to do it.

While you wallowed in your sorrow, new tears seeping into your blindfold and past it, you suddenly felt a hand on your cheek, wiping at your tears, sweat and spit, and you inhaled sharply at the sensation. Another hand slowly caressed your tense shoulders, fingers gliding over your skin and gently massaging your sore neck. A little moan escaped you and you felt a little better, but only until the hands left you again.

You listened intently, waiting for more, wanting, no, needing more, but more never came. Instead you were left with your shuddering limbs, your throbbing cunt and the strange sensation of whatever was lodged inside your ass. You inhaled deeply, trying to calm your shallow breaths, and focusing on that seemed to ease the pain and disappointment coursing through your body and soul.

For a moment that was all there was. You and the repercussions of whatever had just happened. Yet you didn't want to think about it, you couldn't. Trying to remind yourself that this was just a scenario, a planned one, and he might have mentioned something like this when he had manipulated you into agreeing to this, though it did nothing to relax your aching heart that kept drumming inside your chest.

Just when you thought you'd completely sink into the darkness surrounding you both physically and mentally, you felt something brush against your back, slowly moving over the curve of your spine until it teased against the object poking out of you. You shivered deeply. Not quite sure what had touched you, you shifted on the table, until you felt something being put on your lower back, something cold and smooth but also strangely alive, weighty enough for you to feel it was there, writhing and almost thrumming against your skin.

You froze as you tried to imagine what it was, but then you felt it uncurling on you and it got longer and skinnier as it moved between your shoulder blades and into your hair. And then you heard a faint hissing sound and you screamed bloody murder when you felt a long, thin tongue buzzing against your cheek.

“Shh!” You heard a voice behind you before someone grabbed the back of your head to hold you down as you squirmed in utter panic. “It won't harm you, unless you provoke it!”

You whimpered loudly, frozen in place, as (what you thought was) a large snake slithered around your neck and teased its small head against your jaw. Another hissing sound filled the room, loud enough to vibrate in your ears, and the snake moved back over your shoulder, its tail teasing and lightly pressing against your throat before it disappeared and seemingly coiled up on your lower back, droning slightly against your skin.

Forcing back new tears, you didn't dare to breathe. Despite dating a Slytherin, your least favourite animals were snakes. The feel of it, the sound, the weight and strength that floppy stick could possess, and the fangs and potential to kill you with just one bite was enough for you to really despise these creatures. Yet you didn't know if you ever told Sebastian this. And even if, he wouldn't be that cruel, now would he? (Your sore body seemed to disagree.)

And that hissing sound you had heard earlier poked at certain memories in your panic riddled mind, enough to distract you from the snake lying on your back for a moment. It had sounded strangely familiar, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. You turned your face to the other side and rested on your wet cheek, your lips parted and trembling as you listened into the dark room once more. And then, as if on cue, you heard it again, closer this time, and it sounded like words in a foreign language, rasping and buzzing, a deep thrumming sound that made the animal resting on top of you move again.

You could feel its muscles pressing against your skin as it slithered down your hips and then wound itself around your shaking leg until its cold pressure left you completely. You took a shuddering breath when it did, almost forgetting that you had figured out where you'd heard that hissing sound before. And the realization made you hold your breath all over again.

Your mind was racing as you wondered why, in the middle of your planned scenario (that didn't go quite as planned as you had hoped), you would hear your boyfriend's best friend talk in Parseltongue, apparently commanding a snake to tease and scare you?

What in Merlin's blasted facial hair was Ominis doing here?

(to be continued in part 2)

PART 2 IS HERE

End notes: Yes! This will turn into a Throuple/Sebinis/Threesome story! I hope you're excited! (I know I am!)

So after having written quite a lot of passive/victim!reader/mc pieces, I certainly need to reverse the roles some day. This is all adding to the list of how I can take my revenge on this naughty boy (even though he might get a taste of it in the next part /clickbait). You just wait!

For now, sorry, hope you enjoyed yet another one of those “he does things to you and you can't do anything against it” works. They are still fun to write, don't get me wrong, especially this one, even though it might have been my darkest/most deranged one yet...

Also let me remind you: despite the things I let my characters/protagonist say, I do not necessarily stand by them, like, I do have a tentacle kink and reader-chan here doesn't, so don't let them offend you! They don't know better!

Reader's favorite number is 21 because, uh, I didn't know if you knew but the 21st letter of the alphabet is U. (Makes sense, huh? I thought it was clever >_>) And I read about safewords that you should use numbers or long words instead of just banana or something. I did do my research, even for filth like this, okay?

Remember: Part two is right here!

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It belongs to me (deepthroating, public)

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Bad Habit | pt. 2 | Eddie Munson x harrington!reader

part one

summary: The truth comes out

word count: 5.0k

cw: smut (18+), fluff, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving), afab!reader, use of y/n, mentions of drinking, swearing, she/her pronouns

a/n: first of all, i just wanted to thank everybody for all the love part one received! secondly, reader is adopted, so there is no mention of resembling Steve. thank you for reading :)

Steve thinks you’re acting unusual.

You’re barely home anymore, you whisper every time you use the phone, he’s pretty sure he spotted a hickey on your neck about a month ago and you’re always in a good mood.

For example, yesterday morning Steve accidentally woke you up because he was unaware you were home and he was expecting you to flip out on him or at least scowl at him.

Instead, you thanked him for waking you up so you could watch the sunrise…

So yeah, he’s a little suspicious.

All signs point to you being in a relationship and as your older brother he’s hoping it’s literally anything else. You guys live in a small town and he’s well aware that most of the guys here are total douchebags.

He even asked Robin and Nancy if you had said anything, but they knew nothing. Though both of them did agree that you’d been more on the chipper side lately.

If you are dating somebody, he isn’t surprised you haven’t said anything to him. Growing up with absentee parents, Steve was a little protective of you.

He goes into your room to try to get some information out of you but you aren’t home…

Shocker

“Eddie stoooop! I can’t breathe!” You say through laughter.

You’re currently in the middle of a tickle war in your boyfriend's bed.

Okay, war might not be the best word because it isn’t much of a fight.

“Fine. I will concede… for a kiss” He stops tickling you and anticipates your lips on his any second now.

“Hmm… I’m not sure if that offers good enough” You’re bluffing

“Let me prove it to you?” He smirks

You sit up and capture him in a kiss. It’s sweet and unhasty, like you have all the time in the world.

He eventually pulls away and stares into your eyes.

“What’s the verdict?”

You can’t stop smiling. You’ve been awake for barely ten minutes and Eddie’s had you smiling ever since you opened your eyes.

“Think I need another one to make sure you’re forgiven” He’s already leaning down to give you another kiss.

This time, the kiss grows more fervent. Before you know it, Eddie is pulling you on top of him.

His hands are roaming all over your body and when he gives your ass a delicate squeeze, you let out a quiet moan.

“Fuck, I hate to do this but I gotta get up. I’m working on Steve’s car today before his shift”

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and let out a sigh. He kisses your head in apology.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson”

“Being cute is my specialty”

You both smile and you roll off of him. “Apparently humble isn’t” you joke.

He laughs and gets out of bed. You don’t miss the opportunity to admire him and if his back wasn’t turned from you he'd definitely make fun of you a little bit for being so obsessed with him.

He wouldn’t be wrong.

“Alright, I guess I should head out so we don’t get there at the same time. Don’t need Steve connecting any dots”

You gather all your stuff up while Eddie gets dressed.

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of here with a proper goodbye” He steps over to you to give you a goodbye kiss.

He holds your face in his large hands and it would be so easy to fall back into bed to finish what you both started, but Eddie’s too kind to cancel on Steve.

Dammit

“Tell me how much you’re gonna miss me” He smiles widely and you giggle

“Maybe I can show you tonight instead” You compromise and the look on his face lets you know that’s a great idea.

You give him one last peck and reluctantly walk out to your car.

You’re aware that having your car at Eddie’s might not be the smartest idea considering Max lives right across from him, but sometimes you can’t risk being dropped off down the street of your house the next morning.

Luckily for you, you’re her favorite (don’t tell Steve), so she doesn’t plan on ratting out seeing your car at Eddie’s. She also can’t really be bothered.

Max thinks it would be sweet if you and Eddie are an item. Don’t tell anyone she thinks that, though. She’ll deny any accusations.

“Good morning, Stevie” You say, walking into the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too, stranger. Stay at Laura’s again?”

“Oh. yeah. She’s been a little down lately so I just wanna be a good friend” You fib.

Laura has been your alibi since you and Eddie got together. She’s the only other person aware of what’s going on and it’s a safe option since she’s your closest friend who doesn’t hang out with your brother.

“Hm I guess that explains why you whisper every time you’re on the phone. Must be pretty personal?”

Your eyes widen for a split second before you act natural.

“That’s the reason. Super personal, Steve, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. Anyways… what are you up to today?” You change the subject

“Eddie’s coming over to work on my car before I go to work” He says with a mouthful of cereal.

“Cool… I’m gonna go get ready for the day!” You scurry upstairs.

You knew it was going to be hot outside today so you decided on wearing your shortest shorts and a crop top. You’re definitely only wearing this because of today's forecast. No other reason.

Eddie looks so unfairly sexy while working on Steve’s car and it has you in tizzy.

You were watching him through the living room window, but when he put his hair in a low bun and took his shirt off, you had to go to your room to distract yourself.

Feeling bored, you decided he must be absolutely parched and could use a glass of water.

You grab two glasses of water for both of them and a bottle of beer for Eddie.

“I come bearing gifts” you announce walking over to them.

“Thanks, ba- bro. Thanks, bro” Eddie almost slips, but luckily Steve doesn’t realize anything.

“You didn’t bring me a beer?” Steve pouts.

“You have work soon. You want one get it yourself. You’re welcome, by the way”

Eddie chuckles and you can’t help but adore the sight of him.

Suddenly, You’re suddenly aware of the fact that Steve is watching you make eyes at Eddie.

“Well, um, I’m gonna go back inside.” You say and walk hastily inside.

“She’s been so weird. Do you think she’s acting differently lately?” Steve asks Eddie.

“Weird how?” Eddie’s voice goes up an octave.

“I don’t know. I think she’s got a boyfriend and scared to tell me. Just because she’s my younger sister doesn’t mean I’m gonna murder the guy she’s dating”

“Dude, when I first met her you threatened to shave my eyebrows off if I even thought about her.” Eddie cringes as he brings this up.

“That’s different. You’re one of my best friends it would be fucked up if you were…canoodling my sister.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely fucked up. Um, anyways, does she at least seem happy and stuff?” Eddie asks and hopes it doesn’t sound too obvious that he is in fact canoodling his best friend's sister.

“Annoyingly happy. She’s always smiling like it would kill her if she stopped. It’s creepy” Eddie looks away from Steve because he can’t contain the ginormous smile on his face.

“Well when you meet him, just try to keep in mind how happy she’s been lately.” He says in hopes that when Steves inevitably finds out, he’ll remember this conversation.

It’s highly unlikely.

“Alright, your car is good to go. Wanna make sure she starts?” Eddie suggests and Steve gets in the car. Both boys cheer at the sound of his car starting.

“You’re a lifesaver. I gotta get ready for work but feel free to stick around and use the pool. Maybe keep an eye on y/n so she doesn’t invite over whatever asshole she’s dating.” Steve is half joking and Eddie gives an awkward chuckle.

While Steve is in the shower, Eddie finds his way into your bedroom.

You’re lying on your side reading a book, completely unaware of his presence. He stands in your doorway and admires you until he decides he wants to be a menace.

In true Eddie fashion, instead of saying something to make you notice him he jumps on top of you, making you yelp.

“Well that’s one way to get my attention” You say and set your book on your night stand.

“And you’re half naked. That’s the best way to get my attention.” Eddie says, referring to you being dressed only in a sports bra and the shortest shorts in existence.

Eddie grabs you and flips you so you’re on top of him. You can’t help but kiss him for a couple of minutes before pulling away to stop.

“We can’t.” A kiss. “Steve is home.” Another kiss. “Let’s go downstairs” You let your forehead rest on his and give him a chaste peck before moving off of him. You throw on a t-shirt and leave your bedroom.

“Guess what Steve told me while I was working on his car.” Eddie says while following you down the steps.

“What?”

“He thinks you have a boyfriend.”

“Fuck, he doesn’t know it’s you, right?”

You both sit on the couch and leave a respectable distance between each other.

“Are you kidding? We both know I would not be alive if that was the case. He wants me to hang out here so you don’t invite your mystery man over. Oh, and might’ve said something about you being insanely happy…”

“I am insanely happy.” I love you is what you really want to say.

“And you can hang out here. As long as you don’t mind going for a swim. It’s so hot outside I can barely stand being in these clothes” You lower your voice when you say the last part.

Before he can respond with a typical suggestive comment, Steve comes back downstairs to say goodbye before heading to work.

“Alright, I gotta head out. I won’t be home until late. You staying home tonight?” He asks you

“Oh, I don’t know. Laura hasn’t asked me to stay with her yet”

“Well, she can stay here, ya know? Unless there’s another reason…”

“Nope, not at all. You better get going, you don’t wanna be late!”

Eddie tries to keep a straight face and Steve leaves without another word.

It feels like an eternity before he pulls out of the driveway

“Up for a swim?”

Eddie nods quickly.

You’re trying to decide which bathing suit you want to wear and Eddie waits patiently on your bed. He turned on music to entertain him knowing it takes you ages to make a decision, but he isn’t complaining. He loves your look of concentration.

“Wear the red one,” He suggest. “You look sexy in red. Or maybe we should just go naked”

He wiggles his eyebrows

“Yeah, you’d like that. But on a day like this, I’m betting either our friends or the kids show up unannounced to use the pool”

“Yeah that would be just our luck”

You begin to get undressed and Eddie looks around your room to avoid being so obvious.

“Eds, you can look. Nothin you haven’t seen before”

“Just trying to be respectful, sweetheart”

“Since when?”

He laughs and finally looks at you. He feels like the air has been knocked out of him.

“I have a feeling Laura is definitely going to ask you to spend the night. Something tells me she’s really gonna need you tonight”

“Well, lucky for her, I’m in the mood to be a very good friend tonight”

“Hmm maybe we could postpone our swim so you can be a good friend right now” He pats his lap for you to join him.

“Can’t I be a good friend in the pool?” You’re already walking over to him to straddle his lap

“Maybe you can be now and later… if you catch my drift”

“I always catch your drift. You aren’t exactly subtle”

“Shut up and kiss me. I’m dying here”

You oblige quickly.

While lost in the kiss, you suddenly become aware of the fact that you’re completely naked while Eddie is fully clothed.

Your hands fly to the hem of his shirt and you quickly remove it so you can get back to kissing him.

His hands move to gently massage your tits and you moan into his mouth then start to grind on him slowly, making him moan in response.

He’s hard against you and you come to the conclusion that you want to give him some relief as soon as possible.

You take your lips off of his and trail kisses down his jaw and neck. You move into a position that allows you to kiss down his chest and stomach until you reach his happy trail.

You begin to gently suck and kiss at his happy trail and his breathing gets heavier. Usually he’s the big teaser, but you wanted to flip the script.

Your hand palms him through his jeans and he groans. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Lemme take my pants off. Busting in my jeans isn’t exactly on my agenda”

You choose to be nice and start to take his pants off. Apparently you aren’t doing it fast enough because he stands up and removes his pants and boxers.

No matter how many times you’ve seen his cock, it still makes you drool.

“Lemme suck you off. Please”

“On your knees, baby”

You swiftly move to your knees when Eddie sits on the edge of your bed.

He looks down at you and admires the way you’re staring at his dick

“Get to it, love. Wanna cum in that pretty mouth”

You spit in your palm and give him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around him

At first, you just focus on the tip and swirl your tongue. He tries to stop his hips from thrusting so he can go deeper.

“Don’t tease me, pretty girl. You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

You nod and take him deeper. He lets out a loud moan and you begin to bob your head a little faster.

“Fuck, that’s it. Always take my cock so well”

After a few more seconds, you pull back and he whines. “Want you to be rough, Eddie. Don’t hold back”

He smirks and gathers your hair in his fist. “Smack my leg twice if it's too much. Got it?”

“Got it”

“Stick your tongue out for me, baby”

You listen and he taps his cock on your tongue a few times before fully putting it back in your mouth.

He starts thrusting slowly to warm you up. You whine to let him know you want it faster.

His pace starts to pick up and he looks down at you to make sure you’re alright

Your eyes are closed and he feels his dominant side creeping up on him.

“Eyes on me or you won’t be cumming at all today”

You open your eyes and look up at him. Your eyes are watery and your pupils are blown wide.

Fuck, he can’t believe your his girl

Eddie starts to fuck your throat relentlessly and you moan around him. Your hands hold his thighs and you squeeze them hard. He worries it's too much for you. “You okay?”

Neither of you have broken eye contact and you give him a nod to keep going.

Tears are spilling from your eyes and you look so fucking pretty it should be illegal.

“I’m gonna cum in that fucking mouth and you’re not gonna waste a drop. Want you to swallow all of it”

His thrusts grow sloppy and you know he’s about to finish

Soon his warmth fills your mouth and you’re both moaning. He can’t believe how much this turns you on.

He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air.

“Not too rough, right?” He takes your hand to help you off your knees

“Not at all. I liked it, just need a minute”

He smiles and moves to sit against your headboard. You go back to straddling him.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and his arms wrap around you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

“Teddy” You whisper in a sing-song voice. He always knows you’re feeling vulnerable when you call him Teddy. “Yeah?”

You pull back to look at him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything”

“I, uh, know we haven’t been together that long, but I really need to get this off my chest”

He mentally prepares himself for what you’re gonna say

“I love you. So much that I feel like I’m gonna explode and I’m sorry if it’s too soon or something but I just can’t hold it in anymore”

“Too soon? Psh. Pretty sure I fell in love with you first day I met ya”

“Really?” You smile so wide it almost hurts

“Really. Steve was talking shit about my music and you said something like ‘Steve, you cry listening to time after time by cindy lauper. I don’t think you should be talking’ and I just knew I wanted to be yours”

You both laugh at the memory and bask in the feeling of being total lovesick idiots.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up.

“I’m ready, Eds. I want you. Can’t imagine it being anyone else”

“You sure? I don’t mind waiting”

“One hundred percent sure. Now show me what ya got, Munson”

“How romantic. Lay down for me”

Unbeknownst to you, Robin is currently downstairs looking for you to see if you’re up for a swim. Little does she know, Eddie is currently eating you out like it’s his job.

Between the music in your room and being so lost in the moment, neither of you hear the footsteps approaching your room.

Robin isn’t exactly familiar when it comes to having boundaries and she swings your door open without knocking and is met with the sight of Eddie between your legs.

Both of you abruptly turn your heads and all three of you are frozen.

Robin quickly turns around but doesn’t move. “Oh, I’m sorry it seems I’ve opened to door to an alternate fucking dimension where this makes sense” If this was under different circumstances, this sentence probably would’ve made you laugh.

Without another word, she frantically walks out of your room

“Robin, wait!” You call after her and put your robe on to follow her. Eddie also gets up and gets dressed to follow the both of you.

“Am I suffering from heat exhaustion? Does that cause hallucinations? I need to sit down”

Robin sits on the couch, looking a little bit traumatized from walking in on you and Eddie.

Eddie giggles and you lightly elbow him.

You don’t really know what to say. You always assumed you would tell Steve first and then everyone would find out in a completely different way.

“So…” Eddie starts

“What the fuck did I just walk in on? I’m seriously confused”

“Well, ya see, Robin, when two people love each other-”

“That’s not what I mean, Munson. I mean- wait. Did you just say love? Like in love? Can someone please start explaining I wasn’t joking about the being confused part!”

“Okay” You breathe out “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for the past couple of months and it’s been going really great so we didn’t wanna tell anyone because we were scared that things might get complicated, especially if Steve knew”

“Oh my god I didn’t even think about Steve. He is going to kill you!” She points at Eddie

“We know that’s why you can’t tell anybody” He responds

“This is huge, guys! I have to tell somebody that you two are hooking up I am incapable of keeping this to myself” She gets up and begins to pace

“Rob, please you have to keep it a secret. I know it’s big but I promise we’ll tell Steve soon so you don’t have to keep it a secret too long”

“We will?” Eddie asks

“Eventually, yeah. We sort of have to. What, are we not gonna invite him to the wedding?” You realize what you’ve just said and your eyes widen. “I mean, we aren’t getting married. I just, um, what I meant to say was-”

“You’re adorable, ya know that?” He smiles at you and you forget Robin’s having a total freakout for a moment.

“Before you two start doing it on the coffee table, I need to know the details because as your best friend, I am truly offended you kept this from me”

All three of you sit down and you and Eddie tell her all about your relationship, obviously sparing the dirty details. (She’s going to try to get them out of you later).

“Aw, so you guys are in love! This is so great, especially for you, Eddie. y/n is most definitely out of your league”

He doesn’t hesitate to agree.

“I guess I should go to let you guys…continue. By the way, both of you owe me. I’m talking personal chauffeurs and buying me pretty gifts. Deal?”

“Deal”

“I’d love a ride to the mall tomorrow” She says, walking to the door.

“Bye, Robin!”

“So, was that a mood ruiner for you or…” Eddie asks

You stand up and extend your hand out to him. “C’mon”

He takes your hand and you lead him back up to your bedroom.

Eddie unties your robe and you let it fall to the floor. His clothes are off seconds after you lie back down on the bed.

He hovers over you and his eyes bore into yours, making you feel safer than you’ve ever felt.

“I love you”

“I love you, more” Your hand cups his cheek

“Impossible” He kisses your wrist before leaning down to kiss you properly.

“Do you have any condoms?” He asks in a hushed tone

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill”

He smiles and gives you a passionate kiss

Eddie grabs his cock and guides in through your slick folds. You gasp when it hits your clit.

“Are you ready?” He asks

“More than ready” you smile up at him.

“Tell me if anything hurts, kay?”

“Kay”

He starts by just putting the tip in and you both moan at the same time.

“More. I’m okay”

He slowly goes a little bit deeper and gives you time to adjust before he starts to move.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so fucking wet”

“You’re so big. Feels so good inside me”

His pace picks up a little and you pull him down so he’s laying on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.

You didn’t expect this to feel as good as it does. After hearing stories from friends, you expected it to be completely uncomfortable and awkward, but you haven’t experienced either of those feelings.

“I’m not gonna last much longer” He pants

His hand slides between your bodies and he starts to rub your clit, making your back arch.

His middle and ring finger work faster on your sweet spot and you feel like you’re seeing stars

“Please don’t stop I’m so close, Eddie”

“Me too, baby. Cum with me. Need to feel you cum around my cock”

Both of your moans are getting louder and Eddie lets out a deep groan when he feels you walls clench around him.

You feel Eddie’s cum fill you up and it sends you over the edge.

Your nails are scratching his back and he collapses on top of you, kissing your neck as you work through your orgasm.

Both of you lay there in silence and you run your fingers through his hair and he hums in gratitude.

“I’ll be right back” He says before leaving your bedroom.

He returns with a glass of water and a warm rag to clean you up.

He starts to clean you up and you hiss a little at the contact, making him look up at you warily.

“Sensitive. I’m okay”

Once he’s done, he moves to hold you in his arms.

“How was that? Wasn’t painful or anything, was it?”

“It was perfect. I never imagined it being that good”

You can practically see his ego inflate, but he deserves it.

“Me neither. Best I’ve ever had”

You roll your eyes, but he means every word.

You take a nap before going to Eddie’s and spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other, making each new time the best you’ll both ever have.

It’s been two weeks since Robin found out and she’s been loving making you and Eddie her personal servants.

Even if you didn’t do these things for her, she still wouldn’t spill your secret, but she can’t deny that she’s enjoying it.

The group is spending the day enjoying your pool and you wore your red bathing suit that Eddie loves so much.

It’s almost impossible for him to keep his hands off of you

“y/n, would you be a dear and get me a drink from inside please?” She smirks at you and you have no choice but to compel

“Anything for my queen” You say before heading inside.

“Ugh, can someone look at this freckle on my shoulder. Is it concerning looking?” Robin tries to get a good look at her freckle but can’t get the right angle, so Eddie helps her out.

“Oh, it looks fine. y/n has one like that on her hip”

Steve immediately whips his head towards Eddie and shoots daggers at him.

“What?” Steve says through gritted teeth

“What?” Eddie’s eyes widen when he realizes what he’s done.

“How in the world do you know she has a freckle on her hip?”

“Um, everyone knows. She talks about it all the time, duh”

“You’re dead, man.”

When you walk outside and see Steve chasing Eddie around the pool, you don’t think anything of it until you hear Steve yell “I’m gonna fucking kill you” and your stomach drops.

He knows

Robin notices you and looks like she has no idea what to do

“y/n, I have it on good authority that Steve knows about you and Eddie”

You hurriedly give Robin her drink and join in the wild goose chase around the pool

“Steve, stop! You’re overreacting”

He halts, suddenly. “Overreacting? You’ve gotta be kidding me. How long has this been going on?”

“About two and a half months” you answer

“Two and a half months?!”

“C’mon, Steve. Lets just talk this out” Eddie tries to level with him

“Great idea. I’ll go first” Steve starts “You, Eddie Munson, have been doing my little sister and you’ve both been lying about it. What, you were tired of no one wanting to fuck you so you took advantage of her?”

“Hey! I’m not gonna stand here and let you talk about him like that! I’m an adult, Steve, I can make my own decisions. he’s not taking advantage of me I can’t believe you’d even say something like that”

“Babe, it’s okay-”

“Babe? Seriously? I feel like I’m in the goddamn twilight zone! Did you know about this?” He turns to look at Robin

“I, um, might’ve had some idea, but only because I walked in on them doing it!”

“Robin!” you and Eddie shout at the same time and she apologizes.

“Well, that’s just great. So all three of you were lying? I can’t believe this. You know he’s gonna leave you once he gets bored because that's what guys do, y/n”

“No, Steve. That's what you do” You argue back

Before it gets any more heated, Eddie walks over to you. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him.

“I know you’re mad, but we aren’t just hooking up. I love her. I can promise you I’m not leaving her”

You see Steve’s face soften once Eddie says this. He’s always been a bit of a romantic.

“You mean that? You guys are like, in love and shit?”

Eddie looks at you and smiles. “Yeah. In love and shit”

Steve’s mood shifts entirely, like he was never upset at all.

“Oh my god, that’s great! My best friend and my sister! Dude, we’re gonna be brother-in-laws”

“Okay, let’s slow down” You say, not wanting to scare Eddie off and you’re also extremely surprised at his sudden reaction shift.

“Oh, c’mon babe, we are so gonna be brother-in-laws” He leans down to pull you into a kiss

“Alright, gross. I don’t need visuals of you two, I’m still having nightmares about the hickey I saw on your neck a while ago”

You hide your face, embarrassed.

“I desperately need a beer after that. Robin, help me grab drinks for everyone” Steve and Robin disappear, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“So, cats outta the bag” You wrap your arms around Eddie’s torso and his hands fall to your hips.

“Dustin’s gonna be so pumped. He’s been waiting on me to make my move on you forever”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now? Dustin?” You both laugh

“Sorry, the little dude’s just got a way about him. It’s kinda freaky”

You move your arms to drape around his neck and look into his eyes.

He leans down to kiss you because that’s something you can do now without fear of getting caught.

“I love that I can do that whenever and wherever now”

“Hmm, think Steve will still have a problem with that”

“Who cares? Don’t know if you heard but he’s gonna be my brother-in-law”

“Think we can sneak off to my room?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re super sneaky”

Steve and Robin don’t say a word when they catch you and Eddie sneaking through your bedroom window.

Turns out neither of you are as sneaky as you think.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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sophia-sol · 4 days

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SVSSS fic recs

Shen Qingqiu's Harmony in the Workplace, by raitala

➤ svsss fic wherein sqq is an oblivious aroace who just wants to be left alone to enjoy his disciple's company in peace (binghe even does the voices when he reads aloud!) but other people in his sect keep bothering him by needing things

➤ sqq has no idea that his efforts to get people's problems dealt with results in impressively effective matchmaking

➤ cute and fun!

➤ 6k words in length

i could be your girl, by sixthmoon (seventhstar)

➤ a cute little modern au f/f bingqiu get-together!

➤ lbh comes over to sy's apartment to cook for her on a rainy day

➤ binghe is SO good at working around her yuan-jie's heterosexual hangups 🥰

➤ 2.5k words in length

Territorial, by acernor

➤ a fic that's doing very different things with a/b/o worldbuilding and it's so fun and funny

➤ sqq just wants to be able to talk monster lore with lqg and lbh without those two alphas getting all territorial at each other!

➤ meanwhile lbh and lqg..... figure out a way to resolve their differences

➤ bingliushen is definitely in their future

➤ I love them all

➤ 3.4k words in length

On Paper, by acernor

➤ svsss au fic where as part of peace efforts between the human and demonic realms, marriage has been arranged between lqg and lbh

➤ nobody's pleased with the thought of the marriage actually taking place and everyone expects a duel rather than a completed marriage ceremony

➤ stands alone as a fun glimpse into the world of this story, but author hints at the possibility of it being the first chapter in a longer fic (that would probably end up bingliushen)

➤ 1.7k words in length

somebody told me, by tshirt

➤ svsss fic where sqq transmigrated into one of original lbh's wives

➤ sqq proceeds to go on a gender journey. several gender journeys. it all seems very obvious to sqq!! nobody else gets it!

➤ including liu mingyan, who is honestly TOO supportive for what sqq is looking for!

➤ lbh very willing, meanwhile, to just roll with whatever is going on with his wife a-yuan

➤ I love sqq's baffling little mind. nobody does gender like her!

➤ 4k words in length

The More You Learn, by Neery

➤ svsss canon divergence au, focused on the dynamics between mbj and lbh, with background moshang and bingqiu

➤ I love mbj's pov omg. in his own head he's so straightforward! and just doesn't feel the need to explain himself most of the time

➤ mbj internally: alright sure I'm willing to be allies with this powerful young heavenly demon. mbj out loud to lbh: nothing

➤ also holy shit mbj's pov on sqh!!!

➤ 3k words in length

#svsss #bingqiu #moshang #bingliushen #rec #fic rec #monthly recs #sophpost

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daddynattt · 1 year

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Missing Date

Summary: Asking Natasha her opinion on lingerie sets for your date with Kate might not have been the best idea.

Pairings: Dark!Pervert!Natasha Romanoff x Reader Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Nat being a pervert, Nat has a penis, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Hidden Camera, Panty Sniffing, Voyeurism, Possessive/Jealous Nat, A gun, Talk of murder.

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“So, I bought some new pieces from Victoria Secret that I need an opinion on, could you help me please?” You completely miss the look Natasha gives you as those words leave your mouth, her gaze on your body possessive and hungry as thoughts of you wearing sexy lingerie for somebody else swarms around in her mind. You and Natasha have been friends for a couple of years now, the two of you living on the same floor of your apartment complex. You spend every waking moment together as she is the closest friend you have in this city after recently moving here a couple years ago.

“Are they for someone in particular?” Her icy tone goes completely over your head, and you grab the first set you want to try on and show her. An all black lace set that instantly caught your eye.

“Actually, yes, I have a date tomorrow night” Walking into the bathroom, you put on the first set, checking yourself out in the mirror first before turning around and showing Natasha.

“What do you think?” She checks you out as you do a little spin, letting out a sigh before answering.

“You look amazing, but who is this person you’re going out with?” Your shy shrug causes her to lick her lips, and her eyes can’t seem to look away from your body as you are completely oblivious to her intentions. You go back into the bathroom, putting on a pretty pink set next, modeling the attire for her.

“Just someone from work” Natasha rolls her eyes, a smirk making its way onto her face as she watches you walk out in the pink set. She has never seen anyone look as breathtakingly beautiful as you. She wants to take you right then and there and ruin you for anybody else.

“How about this one?” ‘Pink is definitely your color’ she watches you model the set for her, her eyes glued to your breasts, then making their way down to your ass. She craves you so badly that she would do anything to see your naked body and make you hers.

“What’s their name? Have I met them?” you can’t help but to let out a little giggle, her curiosity endearing as you’re wondering why she cares so much about this.

“Natty, why so many questions? It’s just a date. No need to get all protective on me” The smirk on her face catches you off guard, the meaning behind it is lost on you, and you’re wondering what’s going on in her mind.

“I asked for a name sweetheart” her tone is low, dangerous and causes a shiver to run down your spine.

“Her name is Kate, we have a reservation at that new restaurant that just opened downtown” Natasha lets out a hum, her demeanor calm and collected as she gives you an innocent smile.

“Go with the pink one Detka, it looks the best on you and Kate will for sure love it” you miss the dangerous glint in her eyes, giving her a wide smile and wrapping your arms around her shoulder in a hug. You feel her hands wrapping themselves around your waist, yelping when you feel her grab your asscheek and squeezing it in her hand, causing you to hit her chest with a gasp, her raspy laugh hitting your ears.

“Hey! Don’t be such a perv. These goodies are off limit” Natasha raises her eyebrows, watching you retreat back into the bathroom to take off the lingerie and get dressed. Looking at your phone, you notice it’s almost time for you to leave for work and Kate is due to pick you up shortly as you read her text.

“Look, I gotta head to my shift now, Kate is actually on her way and we’re going to head over together. You’re welcome to stay here if you’d like and we can have our marathon when I get home”

As you leave, Natasha watches through your window as you reach Kate’s car, Kate making her way around to give you a hug. She gets a good look at what Kate looks like, her mind wandering to all the possible things she wishes to do and how she wishes to do them. Grabbing the camera from inside her pocket, she places it on your dresser facing towards your bed, hidden in between some pictures and setting it up, looking at her phone to make sure it’s set up properly, and doing the same in your bathroom and shower.

Natasha grabs the pink lingerie set that you plan on wearing, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking out her semi-hard cock, the thoughts of what she plans to do turning her on. She strokes her cock, using her pre-cum to get her dick wet, wrapping your new panties around it as she strokes herself with them, thoughts of your dripping pussy wrapped tightly around her.

She throws her head back as these dirty thoughts run through her mind, she imagines your mouth and pussy milking her dry and dumping her of all her cum as she uses your body for her own pleasure. She strokes her cock faster, her release so close as she imagines cumming inside you, painting your walls white and breeding you until you’re full and round, making you completely hers so nobody else can have you. She grunts and moans, white spurts of her cum shooting all over your new pink set, letting her orgasm wash over her and spreading her cum around to get it all over. She hopes you are too excited to notice, putting them on with her cum dried up on them.

Placing the panty back where it was, she looks towards your laundry basket and grabs a used pair of yours that’s for wash, sniffing them and inhaling your smell. ‘God, nobody will ever compare to you’ her obsession towards you is borderline animalistic, wanting nothing but to hurt you and have you crying underneath her as she rams her cock deep inside you, turning you into her brainless little toy.

She sends you a text saying something came up and she wouldn’t be able to come over for the movie marathon, leaving your apartment and making her way back over to hers. She’s got other plans tonight.

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Natasha lays in bed in boxers and a sports bra, watching the camera on her screen as she awaits for you to get home. She’s been eager to see your face ever since you parted ways this morning, but has been waiting to see your exposed body even more. As time goes by, she sees the door opening to the bedroom, your frame appearing in her vision. ‘Oh how i’ve missed you my little bunny’

She watches as you enter the bathroom, getting naked and hopping into the shower, her eyes trailing over every inch of your body. She palms her bulge, stroking herself over her boxers as she stares at your breasts and cunt, the view making her dick twitch in her boxers. She builds herself up as you shower, watching as you enter the bedroom naked to let yourself air dry, plopping onto your bed, waiting to see and hear what you do next.

“God, today was stressful, I need to get fucking laid” you take both your nipples in between your fingers, pinching and pulling on the stiff bud to get yourself going. You moan as you pinch and squeeze them, trailing one hand down your body and running your fingers through your slick folds.

Natasha watches as you start rubbing slow circles on your clit, sliding her boxers off and stroking her cock in her hand, the sight of you spread out naked on your bed and wet from your shower making her throb in her hand. She strokes her cock up and down, lubing herself with her pre-cum, the view of you on her screen and your soft moans sending delicious chills through her body. She wants to walk over to your apartment and pound you into your mattress till you pass out.

You slide two fingers inside you, fucking yourself with your fingers and pinching your nipple with your other hand, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fuck yourself slowly. “Nat…” you whimper out softly, your fingers moving inside you at a quicker pace at the thought of her in between your legs.

Natasha’s hand stops, her heart beating as she hears her name come out of your mouth. ‘Did she just moan my name?’ She continues stroking her cock, the thought of you moaning her name making her grow bigger and harder if even possible. She watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, she can hear how wet you are causing her to tilt her head back and letting out a deep moan, the thought of her cock replacing your fingers bringer her closer to the edge. She grabs your panties she stole from your laundry basket, sniffing them as she strokes her raging hard on.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait to deal with Kate and make you mine. Dumb little baby thinking you’re going on a date with that little whore. You belong to daddy” Your moans become louder as you fuck yourself faster, adding a third finger and moving them in and out at a relentless pace. “Fuck, just like that, such a dirty little whore fucking herself and thinking of me instead. Cum with daddy baby girl” she takes a deep inhale sniffing your panties, making her eyes roll to the back of your head.

As if hearing her words, you cum hard on your fingers with a cry of her name, Natasha doing the same at hearing her name being moaned from your mouth as she cums all over her abs and chest, white spurts of cum shooting all over her, her orgasm intense as she watches you on the screen in front of her.

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Driving into the parking lot of the apartment complex, Natasha parks beside Kate’s car as she waits for her to exit the building. Getting out of her car, she leans herself on the front of it, waiting for Kate to make her appearance. Moments later, she notices Kate walking towards her, and as she reaches the door, she takes out her gun, pointing it into Kate’s back as she whispers in her ear. “Don’t make a sound or I will shoot you. Nod if you understand”

Part 2?👀

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff smut

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coexistentialism · 8 months

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I feel like a lot of people's misconceptions and misunderstandings about DID would be cleared up immediately if they just read the ICD-11. Specifically with regards to amnesia.

Like, a lot of people keep wanting to figure out "how much amnesia COUNTS??", "is my amnesia bad enough??", "what if I don't have amnesia?", etc. which is valid and fair, like I was also that person, but I just want to point to what the ICD-11 says about amnesia with DID.

Here's what the ICD-11 says about DID:

Alternation between distinct personality states is not always associated with amnesia. That is, one personality state may have awareness and recollection of the activities of another personality state during a particular episode. However, substantial episodes of amnesia are typically present at some point during the course of the disorder.

This is the reason why amnesia for early childhood, but NOT daily life "counts" towards the amnesia criterion for DID. It's also directly stating that, yes, people do, and often do, remember the actions of different alters.

It also just makes sense.

I mean, if somebody with DID eventually integrates enough so that they don't have much amnesia anymore, that doesn't suddenly change their diagnosis. They still have DID.

Amnesia is so, so tricky and it's really not what people tend to think it is. Like, when we think of amnesia, a lot of people think of, like, somebody standing somewhere and then just "teleporting" in a way with no idea what they were doing. And that can definitely happen for a lot of people with DID/OSDD, but that's not really what it's like for a lot of people, and it's not the ONLY way that amnesia presents itself.

Sometimes you just literally don't know if you experience amnesia from DID until you start looking for it.

Alters may have varying levels of amnesia between on another; meaning that some alters might have strong amnesia barriers between each other, while other alters might not have any amnesia barriers.

"I'm always conscious, I'm always just Me, I never just black out and wake up somewhere else, I'm always awake and conscious and just Me" is a big reason I was in denial of my DID for so long, and I'm just here to tell you that that's normal and that's how it is for most people with DID and you feeling like you always remember everything and you're "always conscious" doesn't automatically mean that you don't have DID and don't have amnesia. It can Feel like you always remember Everything when in reality you actually Are experiencing amnesia and just don't know it/don't realize/aren't aware of it. I myself was convinced I always remember everything. I still feel like I never forget anything.

(This post is safe for endos to interact/reblog, but this is about DID/OSDD only)

#my posts #actuallydid #actuallyosdd #endo safe

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 8

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, I know way more than I intended because of comments and reblogs on previous posts, so I'm in the know now.

Kim looking at Kenta's face right before the elevator closed is the only thing keeping me from losing it. If Kentana doesn't save Kimberly, what is the point of this?! What is the point of Kentana?!

Are y'all a couple now? Y'all are starting to color and outfit coordinate, and it feels very gay.

I don't know what to do with these two.

I'm pretty sure I'm just not seeing pink on Pete, which means he has connections to the red, and Way refuses to stay blue, so I'm sure he is still planning some corrupt red nonsense.

JUST BE BLUE! Just be in love with each other. Accept his love, Waymond!

I never thought I'd write this, but be like Jeffrey, Waymond. Turn blue. Commit to the blue. Fall in love!

Look at him! No matter what connection he has to the red, he is beating the allegations. Peter is a GOOD MAN! If Waymond doesn't fall in love with him, somebody else will. Guaranteed.

Not going to read too much into that red stripe at the top of the room, but this is a red's room. Is this Kimberly's?! Why is there so much blood?!

When you take people's superpowers, yet have no idea how to use the superpowers. Apparently, Babe without superpowers is still better than everyone else. At least Charles is no longer a lying blue.

I think Big Red knows something is different with Babe, and even though Jeffrey still has that damn red bag . . . IS THAT WAYMOND?! No, Waymond, no! Do NOT work with Big Red. You have Peter RIGHT THERE! Quit your bullshit, Waymond!

WTF, Kentana?! If I have to pick between you two, I pick Peter. No contest. Kimberly, Peter, and Alan above everyone else. Kentana, you better stop it! You are still on my shit list!

Hold up! Do you two know each other? Like biblically? What is this tension? What are these looks? Why does this feel very personal? I ain't mad at it, but Kentana still needs to save Kimberly!

Jeffrey, why would you go there in that red and blue flannel shirt?! That won't save you, buddy!

Kentana, the ONLY thing that will redeem you is saving Kimberly. I didn't like Jeffrey, but now he is matching with Alan, so they are in love, and you can't break Alan's heart! You are just fucking up left and right today, and I hope you get punched in the throat before this episode is over.

KIMBERLY IS DYING! And y'all are about to have sex in the blue after tending wounds which is pointless because you have superpowers that will heal you!!!!!! Y'all continue to amaze me by the lack of priorities. Save Kim Possible!

Why is this shot in the mirror? Why is there a barrier between you two? This is odd. More lies?

Who takes a shot like that?! A KILLER! Barbara, get it together! This isn't an episode of Dead Friend Forever, and you are no longer a red.

Everything about this scene is ridiculous. Charles in blue. SONIC in blue. North and Waymond in black. AND EVERYONE IS DRINKING RED SODA! This not looking good for the blues. Whatever they are talking about, the reds already won.

Barbara continues to be touchy-feely with Waymond. Why can't he just let Waymond brood in peace? Barbara knows Waymond loves him, yet gives Waymond no space. Go tend to your boyfriend's fake injuries, Barbara! Waymond is working with Big Red and not falling in love with Peter, yet you have me feeling bad for him, Barbara. I should hate Waymond! BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEAVE HIM BE!

These two have to be sleeping together. Cooking Crush had the Chicken Bite product placement too and Prem and Ten definitely want each other in that show, so North and Sonic have to want each other too, yes? Yes. Now why are they watching Whiny Winifred while flirting IN THE BLUE?! They finally are both wearing blue at the same time. Thank, Baby Jesus.

I was worried seeing Waymond in the red doorway, but he has Charles and Barbara. But they aren't saving Kimberly. Why does nobody care about Kimberly?!

The kid is blue. Is he the insider informant? He is a child!

Why are there so many red kids in the world? Big Red, why do you need an army?! Overthrow your shitty kidnappers with your superpowers, kids! REVOLT! Sí se puede

KIMBERLY!

North and Sonic are going to save Kimberly! They are finally in the blue and saving my favorite red! I never doubted them!

WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY DIDN'T SAVE KIMBERLY?!

Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog did NOT save Kimberly! Kentana watched as Kimberly got taken, then had the audacity to have chemistry with Peter. Jeffrey walked right into the reds like that was gonna save him instead of saving Kimberly! Whiny Winifred kicked Kimberly. Waymond is working with Big Red and not saving Kimberly. Charles and Barbara CANNOT prioritize and are talking to a blue kid and giggling at each other instead of rescuing Kimberly.

AND BARBARA IS FIGHTING PETER NEXT WEEK!

These men need to get their shit together! The ONLY things that needed to happened this episode were 1) SAVE KIMBERLY and 2) ACCEPT PETER'S LOVE! Neither happened. Honestly, Kentana and Waymond could die and leave Kimberly and Peter to be the power couple of Alan's company. They both wear too much black, and unlike Barbara, they aren't the title character, so either commit to the blue Waymond or Kentana, or else I'm gonna start thinking y'all are disposable.

#SAVE KIMBERLY #pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 8 #I'm so upset #all I care about right now is Kimberly!#SAVE HIM!#And quit fighting Peter‚ Barbara!

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scekrex · 2 months

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It's my first time asking a prompt to ANYONE, and I'm horrible at english so if the prompt is bad you can ignore.

So Adam is visiting earth one day in human form(because Sera let him for once) and as Adams roaming around the city (He can do whatever you want on earth) he sees the reader and he's like "Holy shit... He's hot." So Adam flirts with the Reader and the Readers like "Wtf?" But he just goes along with it. But soon Adam has to go back up to heaven and he feels really sad, so he like kisses (ig?) the reader and the reader again goes "WTF??? but Okay? He's cute, I like him."

So like, a few years later, Adam is strolling around Heaven when he sees reader again, and he's in complete disbelief that the hot guy from earth is in heaven. So Adam goes up to him, and is so excited because he's never felt like that meeting somebody, except for Eve and Lillith, Adam than helps the reader around heaven and stuff like that, and than maybe like a time skip where one of them proposes to the other? Idk.

It's shitty, I know. But I absoulutly love your writing :)

Shush bitch it's not shitty and it was so fun to write!! So here ya gooo xoxo/p

Love at first sight, I still believe

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

This was supposed to be a quick thing, down to earth, get the shit heaven didn’t offer, leave.

Adam wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of walking around on earth, it felt dirty, impure. Sinners and Winners both roamed on earth and safety was never guaranteed and yet he came down there once a year when his creation day neared to get some of the food he liked so much that heaven refused to hold in store for him - like seriously, he was allowed to eat rips but some alcohol and chicken burgers were too much to ask for? Apparently.

He was just walking through the streets to get to the store he always visited as you came into his view. You were wearing some comfortable clothes, your hair all messy from a busy, stressful day at work and all you craved was your favorite drink. The angel in human disguise was interested immediately and therefore quick to catch up to you. “What’s a fucking pretty boy like you doin’ here,” the cocky smirk on Adams lips was huge and his confidence was on a level too high to even comprehend. You simply looked up at the tall man you’ve never seen before and raised an eyebrow at him. Adam was leaning against one of the shelves, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tilted upwards which made himself seem even bigger than he already was. His human disguise came with a normal height, yet he was still taller than most of the other earthlings, looking over their heads with a height of 6 '5 feet. “Can I help ya, man?” was your casual response as you weren’t quite sure what exactly it was the stranger wanted. Adam craved his wings, he wanted to wrap them around you to pull you in but humans had no wings so as long as he was roaming on earth neither did he - it was a shame honestly. But his charm would work even without the golden feathers. “Oh fuck yeah you can, babes.” When the pet name left his lips you straightened your back and shot him a questionable look. “See, I’ve been looking for a pretty boy like you and your fucking ass seems to perfectly fit my type.” And he meant it because even though you were human just like all the others and for what Adam knew you could be the most horrible one of them all, you had a vibe. A vibe that told him you weren’t like the sinners, you weren’t like the other angels either. It was something about you that pulled him in, enchanted him even. And while your looks definitely played into it, it wasn’t fully because of them. There was something else, something he had no idea how to explain nor did he have a name for it. And if someone were to ask how to describe you in one word, Adam would have responded with ‘divine’.

You rolled your eyes at the attempts of the handsome stranger to flirt with you - the confidence he seemed to have was impressive, you gave him that, but over all? Way too much. He should try and play it smoother, less like he just wants to get in your pants and more honest - unless getting in your pants was his goal, then he met the wrong person by hitting on you though. Not that he would have known. “What’s next? You wanna ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?” At that the taller brunette snorted and shook his head, “Oh fuck no babes, I come from up there and I ain’t ever seen a dude quite as sexy as you there. And I’ve been there ever since the start of humanity.” That made you furrow your eyebrows at him, “What, you wanna tell me you’re Adam?” And for a second Adam thought he had slipped up, that he had just revealed who he really was and that Sera would come for his ass once he’s back in heaven. But then he led the conversation in a different direction by shrugging his shoulders and responding casually, “Well, that’s what my fam calls me, you however can simply call me Dickmaster, shawty.” You simply rolled your eyes at that, dickmaster? Was this dude serious? Apparently he was. Because his eyes were full of confidence and his body language looked quite proud.

You wanted to put that confidence of his to a test though, so you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to your height, a cocky yet lazy grin met his surprised expression as you spoke, “That so? Is that what your girlies call ya?” Adam, who had not expected you to react that way, was absolutely overwhelmed, yet he craved you even more for pulling a stunt like that. Confidence made you look even sexier. But no answer left his lips, the first man was a little too stunned to speak so all he did was staring at you. “What happened to the confidence of yours, dickmaster?” The people around you were staring at you, curious eyes were watching closely as you two did, what you did. But you really couldn’t care, not when the man flirting with you was quite handsome, probably the most beautiful dude you’d find in this shitty town. The brunette in front of you continued to just watch you, his brain was not able to answer you at all, not when he was able to feel your breath on his face. “Think I can reboot ya brain with a kiss?” you cockily asked, because while kissing him seemed tempting, consent was important. When Adam gave you a small nod - that was literally all his body was capable of - you were quick to connect your lips to his. And despite how much shit this dude had been talking, his lips were surprisingly soft and he wasn’t a bad kisser either - the exact opposite was the case if you were being honest. But his ego was huge already, there was no need to tell him.

The years had passed but the memory of him meeting you on earth for the first time felt still fresh, like it had just happened a couple hours ago. Adam was walking the streets to his favorite guitar store to buy a new set of strings when he spotted a familiar face. A face he should have already forgotten about but yet couldn't get out of his head at all. Your face.

What in God’s mighty name were you doing in heaven? Had you been as pure as Adam had thought you were? Were you as divine as you had looked?

Your eyes met his and you frowned at him, Adam had already completely forgotten about the fact that he was wearing his mask and even if you would still remember his human disguise, there was simply no way you would be able to recognize him with his exterminator mask on. Adam however walked over to you, confidence filled his body as always when he casually wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You flinched away from his touch immediately, removed his arm from your body and took a step back to create a certain distance between you and him. “You wanna tell me I’m that forgettable?” the first man asked and for a moment you were convinced there was a flash of hurt in those glowing yellow eyes that were on display for you to see. “I’m pretty sure I don’t fucking know you,” and while you the familiar sounding voice from somewhere, you weren’t sure if it was just your mind playing tricks on you or if you actually ever met somebody with that voice. It had only been a couple days since your soul had arrived in heaven after all. “Fucking excuse me?” the man next to you exclaimed, his hand moved to cover the center of his chest in a dramatic way which caused your frown to deepen. “You wanna tell me you forgot about the fucking Adam?” And suddenly everything fell into place and the memories came back to you. Adam, that’s who that voice of the stranger next to you belonged to. But the dude didn’t look the part, not even in the slightest. That’s when the first man seemed to remember his mask - he was quick to take the thing off and shoot you a lazy smile, “How about that, you fucking remember me now?” Your eyes locked with his and you saw the same cockiness reflecting in those golden orbs that the brown ones had held when you had met Adam for the first time. He looked different, not in a negative way at all. And suddenly everything fell into place in your head, he hadn’t been joking when he had told you he was the Adam because he literally seemed to be the Adam. The first man.

The brunette seemed to notice that you caught onto it, that you had just wrapped your beautiful mind around the fact that he was in fact the first human oh did the realization look good in your eyes - that caused his grin to widen, “Knew you couldn’t forget a man as handsome as me.” You were the one that was too stunned to speak this time because was the first man really flirting with you? Yet another winner, just one out of all the others? You were really nothing special - especially compared to him. But yet he seemed to be interested in you - fuck he had ben ever since had first seen you. “Why-” you wanted to ask him why he didn’t tell you, why he was interested in you, why you. But Adam’s finger which the first man pressed against your lips shushed you. “We got time babes. Let’s start at the fucking beginning.”

When someone would’ve told you a couple thousand years ago that one day you’d end up in heaven you would’ve called bullshit on that - not because you had been a bad person but rather because you didn’t fully believe it was possible to end up in heaven. And if that same person would’ve also told you that you’d be dating Adam in your afterlife? Fuck you weren’t sure how you would’ve reacted. But there you were, at a rock concert with your boyfriend Adam. In Heaven. And on top of it was your relationship with Adam, the most healthy relationship you’ve ever had in all of your existence.

The both of you had been dating for a good two thousand years, sure you had your ups and downs, but that was normal, that was the case with every relationship. But you and Adam had managed to solve the problems, well to be fair Lute had helped with some of the harder things, but you had made it. So when the singer started to shout the lyrics of the song you and Adam had claimed at yours and Adam dropped to his knee, you choked on your breath for a moment.

The brunette pulled out a small box that was covered in golden velvet, opened it with skilled fingers and extended the hand he was holding it in towards you. No words were spoken, not that you would’ve understood each other over the fucking loud music and screaming crowd anyways. But you were quick to join him on his knees, pulled him into a hug and buried your face in his neck.

Yes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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anime-owo-kage-san · 2 months

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Husk rescuing Angel from Valentino or pretty much any danger in general is still my favorite —incredibly common but still favorite— huskerdust trope. Especially, him (whether in comics or in fanfics) carrying Angel in his arms and flying to safety —Aaaah! 🥺 That’s a whole fluffy dessert for me!

I try to find and read every fanfic and comic I see (AU or canon-divergent), especially the ones where Husk wins Angel’s contract from Valentino.

I know Angel Dust shouldn’t be subjected to being a damsel in distress, because there is more to his character. But, like… come on. While the sweet thing doesn’t really need protection, he needs to feel and know somebody will do it anyway.

Ofc, this is just my craving in fanworks.

As for canon and what I actually want to see happen in the show, to get Angel free from his contract:

1.) Angel shoots/stabs/etc. Val from the fucking front (with some slight hesitance because he technically ruined his clean-streak for doing it).

Oooor, what I like better, bc it involves Huskerdust:

2.) Husk invites both Angel and Valentino somewhere private, to make a bet through poker.

Husk: “One round of poker. You lose, Angel’s soul no longer belongs to you. You win, you get to keep his contract.”

Angel panics and tries to knock some sense into Husk, even though Valentino is disinterested in the whole thing and was going to say no anyway, but plot twist ——>

Angel: “Do I have to slap the fucking White Knight Syndrome outta ya!? I told ya, ya crazy motherfucker! I can handle myself!”

Husk: *smiles* “I know.” *hands Angel his the deck of cards* “Which is why I’m letting you, handle this. Go win your soul back, Legs.”

Angel: *shocked* “B-But that’s even worse! I only beat you, like… once in this game!”

Husk: “And you only need to beat Valentino once too. I know you can do it. But, if you think you can’t, well….” *smirks* “That’s why I’m here.”

Angel: “What do you mean…?”

Husk: “Since you suck at valuing yourself so much, I thought of giving you a better motivation to work with.”

Angel: “Better motivation…?”

Husk: *turns to Valentino* “There’s more; if you win, you not only get to keep Angel, but you get to have my soul too.”

Angel: “HUSK!”

Valentino: “HA! And why would I want the soul of a old rundown alley cat?”

Husk: “My soul is owned by Alastor. Imagine what Vox would think, about the idea of Alastor losing one of his souls to you.”

Angel: “Does Smiles know about this deal yer makin’ right now!?”

Husk: “Yes, he does. And he agreed to it.”

Valentino: *still disinterested* “Not convinced, gatito. You’re still not rubbing me the right way~”

Husk: “I’m not done. I’m not like any other soul, he owns.”

Valentino: “Mmhmm…”

Husk: “I have some information on why he disappeared for seven years. Not the complete context, but it’s still a big secret he definitely wouldn’t want any other overlords to find out about.”

Valentino: “Oh? Well, now that’s interesting. Voxxy would be pleased to hear anything about the radio demon.”

Angel: “Okay, does Smiles know about THAT!?”

Husk: “Hm? Nope. I’m completely fucked if he finds out I told the Vees what I know. He’ll definitely tear my soul apart and broadcast my screams longer than anyone else’s….”

Valentino: “I take it you want protection?”

Husk: “No. Not necessary. If my soul gets handed off to you, and I give you the needed information, you’re not obliged to protect me.”

Valentino: “Now you’re talking my language, gatito~ Game on. Come Angel! Prepare to lose your little boyfriend over here.”

Angel: *ignores Val and grabs Husk by the shoulders* “Husk! We’re leaving now! I don’t want anything horrible to happen to you!”

Husk: “And nothing will happen to me. I know you can do this. Or…. Am I being too full of myself to think you’d give your all for me?”

Angel: “Wh-What…?”

Husk: “I get it. We may be getting used to each other, but I’m not all that important enough to you!”

Angel: “Bullshit!” *grabs him by the suspenders* “You go through so much for my sake! What makes you think I won’t do the same!? I’d go through this hell twice, just to repay all the times you had to deal with me!”

Husk: *smiles softly and places a hand on his cheek* “Then go win this game, Legs.”

(Basically, instead of rescuing Angel himself, Husk tricks Angel into finally getting out of his contract, by putting his own life on the line).

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #husk #husk x angel dust #angel dust x husk #huskerdust #valentino #alastor

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cuntyqueerleondraisaitl · 10 months

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They're in love

And Alex’s heart doesn’t spread itself out in his chest, and he doesn’t have to grip the edge of the settee to steady himself. Because that’s what he would do if he were here in this palace to fall in love with Henry, and not just continuing this thing where they fly across the world to touch each other and don’t talk about it. That’s not why he’s here. It’s not.

And he does understand, really. He loves Henry, and it’s nothing new. He’s been falling in love with Henry for years, probably since he first saw him in glossy print on the pages of J14, almost definitely since Henry pinned Alex to the floor of a medical supply closet and told him to shut the hell up. That long. That much.

“I fucking love you, okay?” Alex half yells, finally, irreversibly. Henry goes very still against the mantelpiece. Alex watches him swallow, watches the muscle that keeps twitching in his jaw, and feels like he might shake out of his skin. “Fuck, I swear. You don’t make it fucking easy. But I’m in love with you.”

He’s cut off mid-sentence because Alex has stopped in the middle of the corridor and yanked him backward into a kiss.

“Hello,” Henry says when they break apart. “What was that for?” “I just, like.” Alex shrugs. “Really love you."

“Seriously,” he says. Henry’s looking back at him, beautiful and vital and heartsick and still, always, the person Alex is willing to risk ruining his life for. “I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else."

All at once, Alex is in love all over again. He wraps the tie once around the back of his hand and reels Henry in and kisses him like he never has to stop. Which—he remembers, and laughs into Henry’s mouth—he doesn’t.

“Hi, love,” he hears Henry say quietly, privately, right into the hair above his ear, and Alex’s breath forgets how to do anything but laugh helplessly.

“You really are a complete idiot if you believe that,” Henry hisses, the note balled in his fist. “When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you? Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I’m an heir to the fucking throne? You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family, so don’t you dare come to me and question if I love you when it’s the thing that could bloody well ruin everything.”

“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a ... daft pubescent fantasy.”

It is, indeed, bullshit. It’s all I can do not to pack a bag and be gone forever. Perhaps I could live in your room like a recluse. You could have food sent up for me, and I’ll be lurking in disguise in a shadowy corner when you answer the door. It’ll all be very dreadfully Jane Eyre. The Mail will write mad speculations about where I’ve gone, if I’ve offed myself or vanished to St. Kilda, but only you and I will know that I’m just sprawled in your bed, reading books and feeding myself profiteroles and making love to you endlessly until we both expire in a haze of chocolate sauce. It’s how I’d want to go.

Henry’s jaw is tight, but it’s not anger, only fear. Alex can see on his face an expression he recognizes: Henry wondering if it’s safe to accept the love offered to him, and wanting desperately to take it regardless. He puts his arm around her, lets her kiss his cheek.

In the corridor of Buckingham Palace, as soon as the door has shut behind them, they fall sideways into a tapestry on a wall, breathless and delirious and laughing, cheeks wet. Henry pulls Alex close and kisses him, whispers, “I love you I love you I love you,” and it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if anyone sees.

#firstprince #rwrb #alex and henry #henry x alex #henry and alex #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue

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lyrakanefanatic · 5 months

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Thoughts that I wanted to share about the brothers Hawthorne/ the grandest game bc I don’t wanna make a million posts about each one 💀

1: Phone girls dad literally shot himself ON. HER. BIRTHDAY. 😭😭

2: Skye Hawthorne MIGHT be in the grandest game, because when Avery got bombed and Ricky and skye got arrested for it, they found out that it actually wasn’t them which means they prob got out of jail (maybe not Ricky but probably skye) and she might be controlling one of the players

3: WE’LL PROBABLY GET TO SEE A SUNSHINE X GRUMPY TROPE!! (Mathias and Gigi)

4: we’ll see which 7 contestants avery will pick for the game!! (While I was writing that instead of contestants I accidentally put tributes 💀)

5: we might learn more about Toby’s backstory (or just the Hawthorne backstories in general, like Zara’s, nans or Alice’s)

6: speaking of Alice, SOMEHOW THAT OLD GRANDMAS GOING TO BE ALIVE

7: this isn’t really a prediction but more just like a possible hint for the grandest game, but when grayson tells his brothers about the riddle “what begins a bet? Not that”, Jameson says this

He says “what’s the opposite of a handshake?” And I found a picture online that shows multiple different options of what could be the opposite of a handshake

Basically most of the words on there kind of show “misinterpretation” or just different words for some sort of mistake, so would that mean that the “beef” (im just gonna call it that bc I don’t rlly know what went down) between tobias and thomas thomas was maybe accidental?? Or maybe they got into a disagreement that ended in thomas ending his life? All the book really shows is that one paragraph (that I highlighted in green) that talks about what Jameson thought of the riddle, and then Jameson was talking to Avery about the game (probs bc jlb didn’t wanna drop too many hints lmao) And then if you add it in with the “abet” theory ⬇️

It said that one of the opposites of a handshake were “refusal” and “disagreement”, so what if tobias had wanted thomas to aid one of his crimes and thomas refused, and maybe tobias gave him an ultimatum which is why he shot himself?? It’s so confusing bc what would tobias even do that was so horrible that thomas had to shoot himself, I really don’t know. but if anyone has some theory’s on this pls lmk! 🫶

8: holy guacamole 7 was a long one, but anyway i feel like there are definitely more hints on the grandest game in the brothers Hawthorne then there were in the final gambit, even though in (i think tig is the one that clue was from?) the inheritance games “special” edition bc idk what their called it said “hints in the final gambit”. (although one loose end from tig was David Golding, and @riddles-n-games had a good theory about that) But i read the final gambit entirely and didn’t find a single clue other than David, so that’s kinda weird (unless somebody else found something else they found interesting in that book?)

9: Eve might also be behind one of the players, or just trying to get involved with the game so she could get the cash prize or whatever else it is that that psycho needs 🙄

10: we’ll (most likely, bc I’m 99.9% sure that she’ll be in tgg) see what phone girl looks like and see which one of us were right 😜

11: kinda random but i will bet a whole 5 dollars that phone girls name is either gonna be flower related, or just straight up be lily. Or maybe both, but just think of how ironic that would be (there are calla lilys all over the cover of tgg… 🤷‍♀️)

12: LIBBY NASH WEDDING!!! 🤭🤭🤭💗

13: so off topic but WHERE DO GRAYSON AND JAMESON GET THEIR MONEY FROM??? like I’m sure jameson probably gets some cash from his billionaire girlfriend, but what about grayson?? he says in tbh that he’s “buried in work” but what kind of work does he do?? and who does he work for?? 🤨

14: Okay this is gonna be the last one bc i need to shut up, but does anybody have an idea on what some things in the grandest game cover might symbolize? we know about the lilys and the opal rings, but other than that i CANT seem to figure out anything else on there 😭😭

and okay that’s all thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫶😊🙌

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu #phone girl #the grandest game #jennifer lynn barnes #the final gambit #thomas thomas #calla lily

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arielstruggles · 8 months

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Banished Angel

the dawn of regret chp.2

pairing: joel miller x fem reader

summary: you decide to do as he asks and act like nothing has happened. It only works till a certain point.

w.c: 4.2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of death and sexual harassment, age gap, no smut, a little bit emotions and suff, some fluff, some cheesiness, idk i'll add if i can find

a/n: I could not proof read it since it's 5 in the morning when i finish this so sorry in advance. I do have two different ideas out how their relationship evolve but i can't decide honestly. Also didn't add any smut because i wanted to deepen their emotional connection anyway hope you enjoy! chapter one here chapter three

(p.s. Feedbacks are appreciated.)

"Just because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ain’t me. You’re nobody." When you close the door behind you, his voice echoes inside of your head. For a split second, with the heat of the moment you were naïve enough to think that he also had feelings for you. Though you stopped yourself from crying in front of him you can’t stop this time, when you are all by yourself in your living room. Tears come one by one and you are unable to interrupt them. You pull your knees to yourself and wrap your arms around them and a loud sob leaves your lips. “you’re nobody” it hurts. The loneliness that mustered inside you for years surfaces. You have nobody to lean on since both of your parents got infected and left you in this messed up world all by yourself. His words hit somewhere so close to home that you desperately tried to hurt him back. You are all alone, you literally need someone to love you as he said. He saw right through you; you have never felt so exposed. That’s why now you feel like somebody is ripping your heart out. Maybe it was an hour of intimacy but it felt like more than that. It was the first time in years somebody hold you like he did. You were trying to survive when Maria and Tommy found you in a fucking cave all by yourself, you could have died and nobody would even know you existed. You were so close to starving; they take you with them. You can’t stop crying, your body shakes with each sob. Years of agony finally let’s itself loose with this morning’s disappointment. Your eyelids get heavier with each tear drop. When you wake up from your nap, your head hurts. The sharp, throbbing pain does not help your already fucked up emotional state. Your pocket watch shows that it’s 7pm which means it has been six long hours since that incident. Thoughts flood to your head once again. You start to question yourself. Why he snapped so suddenly? Did I so something wrong? Maybe you did something to deserve all his words. When he was touching you, kissing you hungrily it felt like your souls are bonding, apparently this was not the case for him. Your touch starved body greeted him so eagerly when he kissed you or when you were laying on his chest. You have never been a realist person, even in the darkest times you found something bright or else you could not have survived all alone for years. So naturally, you expected same thing from Joel, you expected a couple of nice words from him. A cold chuckle leaves your lips and melts into air when you realize how you needed someone to take care of you. You wanted him to say I love you. But you don’t even know whether you are in love with him or not. Maybe expecting so much was your fault but being so mean was definitely his.

Different thoughts about Joel dwell on your mind while you prepare yourself something to eat. A part of you still waits for him to knock on your door and apologize. But he does not. You eat your food in silence and find different things to occupy your mind to not to think of where he touched you. You definitely do not think about how you melted in his arms. You could swear that his smell is still on you, you were that close. But now you are far from each other. Maybe I am looking at things from a very sentimental perspective, you mutter. Still desperate to find a tiniest bit of reason to forgive him. A little bit of affection is all you crave. But then you remember his poisonous words. It is obvious that he will not do anything so you decide to act like nothing has happened. Just like he has said. “You forget what happened, I’ll do the same.” Unless he comes by an apologize properly you will act like nothing has happened. You will say hello and goodbye but that will be it. Just like before.

He is not as careless as you think though. Guilt accumulates in his chest with each passing second. He swallows a big sip from his whiskey watching the wall right across him. He remembers every little detail. How you get excited when he touched your thigh, how flushed your face when you watch yourself on the mirror. When he saw how excited you are, he could almost feel your racing heartbeats. A crooked smile creeps up on his lips for a second but he immediately remembers how things turned out because of him and his face get clouded with shame and guilt once again. But it was for the best, he thinks. He was old enough to be your dad. He could never do such thing. He would feel like a predator. Even though you are a fully grown adult you were thirty years younger than him. In his eyes, this was unacceptable. No, he would rather you to hate him rather than feeling like he’s taking advantage of you. But this does not stop him from thinking the sweet moment you had earlier. “You deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she would’ve hated you.” he questions whether Sarah would have hated him or not. Would she hate him because he fucked a girl who is younger than her daughter, or would she hate her because of how he treated her. The questions stay unanswered. At the back of his mind, he knows he deserves to die alone. He killed so many people, he told so many lies. He was the far cry from a good man. As much as he tries to redeem himself, he still has nightmares of random strangers begging for his mercy. But he can’t change the past. And he most definitely can’t put his bloody hands on you, not again

Even though you decided to act like nothing has happened you are not sure if you can manage to do that so you try your hardest to avoid him. You don’t leave your house for three days. You will inevitably see him on your next patrol but until then you don’t want to see him however you crave his touch, you can’t stop yourself from wanting to hug him tightly, burrow your face in his neck. On the third day of your self-isolation you leave your house to get some alcohol in your system. The more you isolate yourself the more you think about him so you think it’d helpful to drink something, to numb your senses a little bit. When you stepped inside Tipsy Bison you are grateful that he is not there. You get yourself a drink and sit on a stool, sipping your drink when you see Tommy approaches you. You are not sure if Joel told him anything or not but you decide to shut your mouth anyway. “couldn’t see you since your patrol, you okay?” he asks “everything is fine, I was just needed some alone time.” you lie. He nods and leaves you alone. You’re not so sure if he believes you. After a couple of drinks you head to your empty home, cold atmosphere embraces you when you step inside. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a broad figure in front of your door while you sit on the chair by the window. You peer up at him behind curtains. You are not that drunk, you’re just tipsy so you can’t be imagining him, can you? Are you that desperate for him? You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath and wait for him to knock. Then he decides not to and leaves your door without even saying anything. Your blood boils in your veins. “Coward.” You scream but he can’t hear you. “Coward” but his action fuels you. He could have knocked on your door and apologize, for god’s skae he came to your door. But he didn’t even have the guts to knock. You know better than ever know. You are done with his stupidity.

When your patrol day comes you get ready and wait for Joel outside your door. You are nor nervous, not after he comes to your door then leaves without even facing with you. When he approaches you, Your calm state startles you. Heart break and disappointment buried deep inside your soul. You are certain, you will act like nothing has happened since you are a nobody. “hello.” You say, your voice is not as cold as you intended it to be. He nods in return. No talking, just a small gesture. “We will go this way.” He gestures with his hand. “okay.” The atmosphere is tense, you wait for Joel to say something mean to break your heart even more but he does not. It’s still dark outside. And quiet. You can hear your footsteps. There is a stupid part of you, still dying for his attention. But for the first time in your life your senses overpowers and you don’t say anything. You see freshly bloomed flowers and cheer up for a brief moment. “Oh my god! Didn’t know there are still flowers blooming!” you chirp. Joel smiles at your reaction but you don’t see it. “It is rare, but there are indeed flowers blooming some places.” He comments with his usual distant tone. you don’t expect a comment from him at all and he does not know why he felt the urge to reply. You pick up a flower and put it inside your notebook. You walk and walk. Then you reach to the radio tower which is this week’s final destination for you. You climb the stairs and get inside. You listen carefully to hear if there are any clickers around, it is quiet then you rest your back to wall and sit on the floor. For now, at least. After a while Joel returns and joins you. Silence lingers on in the room. It is unnerving. You are dying to talk but unless he talks you won’t. You steal glances from him. His greying hair looks extra soft and curly today. He seems like he didn’t shave for a long time. After a while you close your eyes to rest them, you know you are not allowed to sleep during your patrols, so you are just resting. But then you fell asleep. This situation maddens Joel, he finds it irresponsible. He calls your name a couple of times but you are not a light sleeper. He lets you sleep. Your eyelashes trembling every once in a while, and you murmur nonsense in your sleep, but you seem so comfortable even if you sleep in a sitting position. As if he does not feel guilty, your sleeping figure makes it worse. He feels like a disgusting human being. He tries to find something to make a makeshift blanket but he can’t. And not to give you a further hope he does not cover you with his coat. After making sure you’re fast asleep he quietly approaches you, brushing your hair with his fingers softly. His touch is feather light so it does not even wake you. He tucks the hair that falls in front of your eyes, behind your ears. For a second he questions about doing or not doing it then he kisses your temple lightly and gets back to his place that he was sitting earlier. When you wake up Joel almost barks at you “You are supposed to stay awake!” you snap back “you could have woken me up!” “well, I tried.” He rolls his eyes. The rest of your patrol goes pretty much quiet. Then you go back to Jackson.

Even though he told you to act like nothing has happened your approach towards him bugs Joel. Deep down he expects you to hate him or like him. His self-hatred is too powerful that he can’t think nobody could care about him without wanting a favor back. But you care about him. A part of him is desperate for this. He is in a constant battle with himself. He is not a good man or a bad man. He does what he had to do. But it does not feel like it. So, neither being with you nor letting you to fall for him is not even an option in his eyes. He does not know he already gave you enough reason to think about him constantly. Thank god your pride is stronger than your emotions or else you’d be begging for his love. Days pass rather dull since you can’t stop your thoughts about Joel so one night you do something extremely dangerous and stupid. It’s past midnight and mostly everywhere covered with snow. You wear your gloves and coat, take your backpack and gun then leave your house for a night walk. At first you are certain that you are still in Jackson and close to your home. With each step you take you get further away from Jackson. The last thing you know is you are fucking lost. In the dead of night on a freezing weather. At first you think you are getting closer because you think you see a light then you realize it is a mistake. After fifteen minutes of wandering around you have no reliable solution to return your warm bed. Your brain tries to keep you calm but your heart wants to scream. Screaming is the stupidest thing you can do so you are trying to keep your cool. In the middle of your loud thoughts, you hear footsteps. Your hand slides to the gun in its holster and you hold your breath. Your heartbeats get faster and faster. You can see the siluette of the figure approaches you. “Joel?” you call his name. Your hand is on your gun. But it is not Joel. It is another man. You don’t know who he is, but there is a chance that he might be a raider, the moment you turn the other side you see another man. One of them speaks “Would you like to come with us? we live down here with a group of people.” his voice is disturbing. You know you can’t trust them. Your grip tightens around your gun but your hands are shaking. With the adrenaline rush in your veins, you run and run till you run out of breath they run after you. At this point you have not a clue about where you are. Your gun fell on the ground and once you think it is safe enough you kneel to look for your gun. With the sharp pain at the nape of your neck you black out.

When your vision starts to come back the first thing you realize is you are not in the woods, hell you don’t even know where you are because it is so fucking dark. Your hands and legs are tied tightly and you sit on the floor. Your mouth is taped. You feel like you are about to die. All the memories rush through your head from your childhood to this day not all of them desirable. Even though a voice at the far back in your head desires death at the moment, you desperately want to live. You curse that you didn’t take your pocket knife with you, not that you could do anything but maybe it would have been helpful since you dropped your gun and don’t even know where it is. The man you first saw approaches you in the darkness. “so, what brings you here?” he asks you can’t answer because of the tape but even If you could you would not. He then, rips off the tape on your mouth. “answer me!” “fuck yourself.” You bark. You don’t know what is the reason behind this anger. Your own stupidity? This motherfucker? or Joel? Probably all of them. When he slaps across your face your face burn with pain. It fucking stings. He grips your hair tightly and makes you look at him “watch out your mouth cunt. You don’t want to die, are you?” “do it you coward. Kill me already.” You know this is not the best response you could give. He yanks your head to the wall behind you and you feel dizzy with the sensation, the following punch on your nose causes the warm blood leaking from your nose. “are you a raider?” you ask, it is a stupid question but apparently this man is more stupid than you. “congrats your guess is correct!” he answers with a condescending tone. “why did you kidnap me?” “because you seemed like a good use.” We can trade you with food, we can fuck you, you know a whore is needed in an all-men camp.” His grin is the most disgusting thing you have ever seen, you try to memorize his features because one day you may have to kick his ass, his blonde hair and blue eyes make him a villain already. When the other man comes the blonde one shuts his mouth. He tries to feed you with some disgusting looking food just so you don’t lose your “appeal” and when you spit on his face another smack is you get in return. The quiet one is just checking out just in case blonde one needs a backup. You try your best to look tough in front of these monsters but the urge to cry is so strong. You know how horrible raiders are. You don’t know the time but you can choose sunlight from here and there in this god forsaken room. A couple of hours later though when it’s light enough, you realize that you are in the shed you and joel had sex. You want to throw up. You see the mirror, the couch. “You and that old man had a great time here.” The blonde man grins as if sensing your thoughts. The heat rises from your cheeks. You hate the idea of these vile creatures know about you. “I wish we could watch, but hearing your moans gave me a boner.” He laughs. “maybe I should taste that cunt too?” you are beyond repulsed at the moment. Fear, disgust and sadness takes control of you. “you can only fuck your fist. You ugly motherfucker.” “wanna test it out?” the quiet tells him to shut up. You hear a scream and the quiet man leaves the shed leaving you alone with the blonde man.

As if he is waiting for this moment, he gets closer to you. He rubs your cheek. “now, we’re alone. I’ll see what that old man could taste.” When he gets closer to kiss you, you hit his head with your head. He yelps in pain and he tightly wrap his hands around your neck. You can hardly breath. You are certain that in a minute you’ll be dead. When you see Joel creeping in behind the blonde man tears run down on your cheeks “don’t cry pretty girl, you’ll be dead soon.” Then Joel knocks him out and gives him a couple of serious wounds. He unties your ankles and wrists and he hugs you tightly. “the man-““don’t worry about him now, Tommy is around, he will take care of it.” he says. He helps you out and you leave the shed together. “there was another man.” “I know darling” you feel so tired but the safety being next to him is unexplainable.

He takes you his home and sits you on his couch while wrapping you in a blanket. When he returns with a warm cloth, he wipes down your face. “Now, tell me darling what the fuck was the reason for you to leave your house at the ass crack of dawn!” he says sternly. He thinks it has been a couple of hours… “How you found me?” “the marks in the snow. Also, I reckoned you might get a lil emotional and stuff.” So, he thought you would visit the shed because of the memories. “Why did you leave your house?” the Texan rasps while softly patting the cloth. “I was bored and I wanted to take a night walk.” “You left your house at night! Are you outta your goddamn mind girl!” You don’t have an answer for that. “You know how dangerous that is? You know what they could do to you? look at you your face is a mess!” “Why do you care!” he does not have an answer for your question. Because his heart and brain tells two different things “How did you realize I was not at home Joel?” you mutter . “stop by your place this mornin’ you didn’t answer. Knocked and called out your name, you didn’t answer. Thought you were, yknow mad at me or somethin’ then I wanted to check in anyway, you forgot to lock your back door by the way.” He smiles guiltily. Then you realize he entered your house and could not find you. “your backpack was gone and I thought, you left then I told Tommy, we decided to look for ya.” You feel all warm and fuzzy. All your anger is gone instantly.

“why did you stop by my place?” you ask. He does not answer. But you have a wild guess. You choose to keep it to yourself. “I thought I was going to-““shhh” he kisses your forehead. “I got you.” You are scared to ask another question. The former memory of you still tickles your brain. He holds you softly by the chin and intently studies your scars with furrowed brows. “You need any painkillers? Asprin?” “no” you are enough, you want to add but you don’t. Now you have no idea how to respond him. His actions may be deriving from your state. Or maybe he really cares about you! you are not sure. Your eyes lock for a while. You lose yourself in his chocolate browns. The more he looks at you the more he feels guilty because he wants to kiss you “did they do any-“ you interrupt him “no.” he nods. He gets up from the couch and leave you all alone with your thoughts. The power he holds on you is unbelievable. He was holding you a second ago and you miss his touch already. When he returns with two mugs in his hands you let yourself lose the control of your emotions for once again. “thought I’d help” he hands you the cup when you take it from him your fingers brush each other and you the pool of emotions gets bigger inside you. You smile warmly in return. He sits right beside you, you sip your coffees in silence. This time, you let the silence linger. It does not bother you. On the contrary, it calms you down. You lean your head on his shoulder, he leaves a kiss on your forehead. You don’t know it is the second forehead kiss he has given you, you were asleep in the first one. You wonder how long will it take for him to return his grumpy self. For the moment though you embrace the closeness you are in. It feels so genuine. You tilt your head up and look at him intently “what?” “nothing.” he wants to kiss you so bad. But it feels wrong. This time you take the lead and kiss him not knowing whether he will push you away or kiss you back. He does not push you away. When your tongues meet with each other, the familiarity greets you. You kiss deeply. It almost feels romantic. With each touch or kiss you get use to his presence. You know it is slowly turning into an addiction. He is the one who breaks the kiss. “You needa rest.” “I’m fine” “no.” he carries you to his bed bridal style. It’s barely afternoon but when your back touches the bed, you realize you tired you are. He tucks you in and starts walking away when you call his name “Joel?” “what?” you catch the slight usual grumpy tone. “can you sleep with me?” you sound as if you’re begging. At this point you are embarrassing yourself, but you don’t care. He huffs in return but does not deny your request. He slides in under the blanket like you on his back faces you. You want to ask him to spoon you but decide to shut up and spoon him instead. When your wrap your arms around his torso a smile creeps up on his face though you can’t see it. You nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in. you don’t know what is going to happen next but the security that he gives makes you forget your worries. You fell asleep soon after. He is a banished angel not only from heaven but also from hell, laying in your arms, letting you hold him.

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