#I am terrible at writing names so I just steal them

[inbabylontheywept]

That isn't a ship, it's a cannon with FTL

Aggral Thrawn’s gut was a grotesque thing to behold: Soft and distended, covered with a coarse layering of fur, a fat purple worm of a scar crossing over it’s almost spherical circumference. So vicious was the scar that even gazing upon it brought unwanted imagery of the fat ape-like creature screaming in pain, both arms working as a dam to keep the tidal wave of bloody guts from spilling out of its three-fingered fists

Yet, for all its grotesque horror, he trusted it. That same gut that had almost gotten him killed so many years before had worked hard to save him again and again after. It was what had brought him from mere gangpress, to quartermaster, all the way to the captain of his own pirate vessel.

And right now, it was telling him to call off the attack. The readings he was getting from the craft ahead made no sense. The crew space was too small, the energy readings were off the charts, and there was something almost military about it. Yet, as he looked over the hull, he couldn’t spot a single weapon. Nothing about it made sense.

The crew had enough in the larders to pass on a ship this sturdy. Even as ships on either side of him pulled forward, eager to be the first to raid the craft, he aborted the ram sequence to watch from a distance.

The crew was disappointed. It’d been too long since they’d had a good, solid fight, but they knew better than to second guess Aggral’s gut. It had earned its place as the ship’s oracle by rite of blood, and was to be respected accordingly.

---

There were only four crew aboard the USSN PMAC: Dalton Dial, in charge of weapon systems, Elizabeth Harris, in charge of navigation, and the Pratchett siblings, who worked together to keep the fifth generation fusion reactor that powered the whole abomination within some semblance of working order.

The Pratchett siblings’ love of the reactor (which they had affectionately named “Sun-Son”) was rivaled only by their hatred of the rest of the craft. Elizabeth and Dalton had more mixed feelings on the matter. Elizabeth considered the ship “Perhaps a little ridiculous on paper, but a work of military genius,” while Dalton lauded the idea as “Literally the coming of the Messiah, the only thing I prayed for my whole adulthood, and the answer to that prayer manifest, just for me, to bring me back to the flock.”

Their mixed feelings could be explained away just by describing the craft concept:

The PMAC was not a ship. It was the largest possible gun that could still be attached to an Alcubierre drive, with just enough manpower to steer, aim, and maintain the thing for long term patrols.

The prototype MAC that the life-support, thrusters, and reactor had been constructed around hadn’t even been built with space in mind. It was originally designed as a ground-to-orbit defense weapon. If it wasn’t for the capacitor bank the ship would’ve needed almost a minute between each shot to get enough power, even with the fifth generation reactor. Luckily, it could start out each battle with enough charge to fire off a salvo of four before needing to begin recharging for its next launch.

It had just such a salvo prepared for the pirate ambush that their military grade scanners had picked up minutes earlier.

Dalton was not taking the delay very well.

“With all due respect mam, I’ve had a lock on all three for almost a minute now. I could just fire and claim that I sneezed. The Pratchetts would back me up on this. Right guys?”

Emily Pratchett snorted.

“Why is it that when the weaponsmaster says ‘with all due respect’ he always means ‘fuck you for giving my stupidly giant gun blue balls?”

Thom Pratchett shrugged.

“Maybe he’d say it less if you weren’t so eager to translate it to the navigator for him.”

Elizabeth was slightly amused by the conversation. It was hard to keep things particularly formal while on a crew this small. Still, she was waiting for something. She’d gotten permission from the brass to take a new approach to fighting with the ship.

They’d proven it could win battles. Now, it was time to establish shock and awe. And as it currently stood, dead men told no tales.

Thus, they needed more living ones. And as she watched two pirate ships pull forward, with one hanging back, she knew just who’d live to pass on this particular legend. ---

Aggral watched the ships advance on his HUD, the blips crossing the thousands of kilometers between them and the strange ship in seconds. For a moment he felt regret. Was he making a mistake? Was this going to be what led to some upstart in the crew thinking they could do things better than him?

Then, the world went mad.

The power readings on the strange ship spiked. Hard. He’d thought that the baseline levels were outrageous, but they must’ve had some sort of absurd capacitor bank to expel that much energy that fast. The twin prongs that made up most of the length of the ship gave off some sort of EMP that fried the electronics of the Viscera, his sister ship, cutting off their radio traffic. His crew scrambled to find some way to regain contact when Gods of the Dead, forgive me my sins, and and forget me my debts, the actual weapon went off. The EMP hadn’t even been the attack, it had just been a side effect.

He hadn’t seen a weapon because he’d been looking for one on the hull, some kind of guardian laser, or a missile pod. He hadn’t even conceived that the whole goddamn vehicle could be the weapon. But what kind of weapon would charge up like that? A laser would just fire over a sustained period. What would need a burst like-

He stopped midthought as it hit him: A railgun.

He stopped again as it hit them: The kinetic charge would have to have been moving at almost 0.8c for it to just ignore the evasive maneuvers like that. The ferroslug itself wasn’t detected by any of their defense measures aboard, but the thermal readings of the Viscera made every infared sensor aboard scream in horror. Contact with whatever slug had hit it must’ve reduced the whole thing to plasma. It was almost inconceivable.

He was already screaming out the full retreat call when the ship fired twice in rapid succession at the Rictus, which was still recovering from what had just happened to its partner. The first shot was dead through the center. The second hit some target a few dozen meters off to the side.

A direct hit on an escape pod. Apparently, the captain had tried to save himself. Even in the mortal terror that he felt at that moment, Aggral could take a grim satisfaction at that second shot. To leave all the men that followed you to their deaths was a cowardice that he could not bear to consider. He would rather die.

And now, he was going to. Jump was fifteen seconds away, and the console was telling him that the ship was pinged. They knew where he was, they had him in their crosshairs, and they were going to pull the trigger.

He traced a finger over the purple scar absentmindedly. This was it. He’d been living on borrowed time since that first wound, and now he was to meet his ancestors.

He was ready.

---

Dalton was wincing, even as he maintained his ping on the ship. He knew that Elizabeth was just doing her job, but even by his admittedly bloodthirsty standards, there was something fucked up about keeping a ship in ping like this. It was like forcing someone to look you in the eyes before you slit their throat. Way too personal for his tastes.

Elizabeth was keeping an eye on the craft, making sure that no escape pods were jettisoning. Part of her was hoping that some would, but whatever other faults these pirates had, they were loyal to each other at least. As the ultraviolet scanners gave the telltale flair of redshift, she told Dalton to turn off the ping.

To say he was relieved was an understatement. In the middle of a firefight, he couldn’t question Elizabeth’s orders, but for the first time in a long time, he’d been afraid to pull the trigger. Now he didn’t have to.

He almost slid out of his chair as he asked the question that had been on his mind since the engagement began.

“Mam, what the hell was that?”

Elizabeth smiled warmly at her very surprised crew even as her words came out, cold as ice.

“A message.”

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[smooth-perceval]

“Make the world go away”

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader is struggling after going public with Charles- reader has a breakdown when Charles returns home.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of depression, reader hating herself a lot- a lot of body shaming, death threats, Charles being so sweet, a lot of tears, fluff, my bad writing.

Word count: 2,041

Music: Make the world go away- Duffy.

Key: Y/N (Your name)

A/N: I’ve been feeling a bit off lately- and there was no other song to describe how I felt than the one I have tagged- it’s a cover by Duffy, original singer Timi Yuro if I’m correct <3

THIS WAS RUSHED I HAVE A VERRYYYY GOOD CHARLES SERIES THAT IM STARTING AND IM EGER TO GET THE FORST CHAPTER OUT BY TOMROROW EVENING!!

Enjoy!!

Charles and me went public roughly 3 weeks ago- not officially public, but I mean it’s official in the sense I had been spotted with him during race weekend- and not exactly in a friendly manner, wrapped up with one and another at the back of his garage- stealing sweet kisses and adoring smiles.

I’ve attended races before- been in exact same spot before yet this time we got caught, and well-

My, oh my you should’ve seen the headlines…

-Charles newest trophy,

-Leclerc at it again,

-Leclerc’s mysterious girl.

-The Ferrari driver and the other woman.

The other woman? It’s been a year since his ex and him announced their split- somehow I’m the other woman? I mean give me a break…

Seriously, give me a break- the hate I’ve received for liking a boy was just unreal. Charles was a saint in their eyes- but me? Oh I was the wicked witch of the west, I somehow bewitched this boy into wanting me- it was all my fault!

Overtime the hate as always gets too much, and now I find myself every night finding a new flaw on my once perfect body. A new feature on me I didn’t realise was so disgusting until that one user online commented about it.

I found myself stuck in rotation infront of a mirror I used to once love admiring myself in. The same old mirror that now shows a broken girl, struggling to breathe like I was drowning in a pool of hatred. The world weighing me down sitting like devils on my shoulders, always reminding me that I am not good enough for the world.

Not ever good enough for Charles.

And just like a routine I was stuck in crying myself to sleep every night and ensure Charles that I was fine, “I’m just tired” I was tired truthfully, I was tired of it all, I couldn’t take it anymore- I hated myself for not loving me more, I hated me for not loving Charles more, I hated me for not being perfect for him. I hate me.

I finally urged myself to get in the shower tonight. Not only the fact I needed one- but because Charles was soon to arrive home, and I had to wash off every piece of evidence that I’ve been feeling so lost and alone.

As the night rolled on more, I laid in bed- Charles robe tied tightly around my body hiding the matching black underwear set, hair still wrapped up in a towel. The mirrors were avoided- I knew for a fact I looked terrible, but couldn’t bring myself to confirm it. My eyes were glued to the time on my phone, expecting the guy I need is such desperate times to walk through the door.

Another 10 more minutes and his back to being mine. Sighing to myself I rolled my head to the side the towel coming loose and sprawling across the bed, finally catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and like a trance I found myself sliding off the bed and over to the exact mirror, watching myself like I was hunting me down. The girl in the mirror wasn’t getting away again, she had to be judged.

My damp hair dripped behind me leaving a little trail from the bed to the mirror, some wet strands sticking to my face. With a huff I brushed them back before untying the robe, revealing my semi-naked self, my bra strap sliding down with the robe- and like my hair I brushed it back up with a defeated sigh.

Moving side to side, I observed every crease in my body, every mole, every dent, every scratch. I observed everything- stepping away from the mirror I took in my entire body, it was horrid. What did Charles see in me?

The girls he could have and he chose me- I feel sick looking at myself, I don’t know how he must feel… I hate me. I hate that nobody thinks I’m perfect for him, perfect for their Charles.

Lip quivering, and my cheeks slowly getting wetter by the moment, I slid my hands over my stomach and hips- my skin feeling rough, biting my hands at every movement.

Eating me alive- and with shallow breaths I glanced away from the mirror trying to regain some control over myself. The shallow breaths soon eased, and I finally felt like I could breathe again.

Like I wasn’t suffocating anymore, or that the room wasn’t getting smaller and as soon as I could breathe I looked back at myself once again.

“mon chéri-” (my darling)

Spinning around on the spot- caught in the act I stared at a very confused Charles.

“What are you doing?” A little smile on his face as he stepped in the room, forgetting his suitcase and bags behind him.

“I didn’t hear the door go-” swallowing the lump in my throat I quickly crouch down scrambling to grab Charles robe from the floor.

Charles had moved further into the room crouching down to my height. “And even so you still haven’t welcomed me home.” His smile grew even more teasing as he placed his knee onto the robe holding it down.

“Charles move over-” a fake laugh left me as I tugged away at the robe, more self conscious by the second.

“Where’s my kiss?”

“Two seconds let me just cover up-”

“Do I have to kiss you hm?” Raising his eyebrows he brushed my damp hair over my shoulder.

“Charles move.” Looking up at him with a glare, I pulled hardener at the fabric underneath his knee.

Now furrowing his eyebrows, he lifted his knee watching me, like a lion stalking his prey, eyes glued to me just like I was not long ago in the mirror.

Quickly scrambling away, I pulled the robe over me quickly tying it even more tighter around my waist, abruptly standing up.

“Sorry… I didn’t meant to raise my voice.” Chewing my lip anxiously, looking down at Charles, still knelt on one knee, on the floor beneath me.

“What was that all about?”

“What? Me raising my voice?”

Shaking his head, he now knelt on both knees raising himself up a little, his head at waist line as he looked up at me.

“You practically begged for this robe.”

His face showed no emotion. Truthfully he looked like he was still piecing together what just happened. “I was just getting cold that’s all- come stand up so I can welcome you home-” rubbing my hands through his hair, I slid my hands to either side of his face.

And like in a trance guided him to his feet, him now standing tall above me.

“Welcome home” leaning up onto my tip toes I kissed his lips softly.

Charles lips didn’t move against mine, they was stiff. He was now stiff.

“You’ve been crying.” Closing my eyes, I pulled away from him stepping back.

“No I haven’t long showered Charles.”

“I know what this is.” Nodding his head with surety he stepped closer. Guiding his hands to my hips and pulling me in, both of us now inches apart.

“Take it off.” His hands now found the strings of the robe pulling them loose.

“Charles-”

“I’m not asking Y/N.” With tired eyes, they silently begged me to re-undress. Mine? They filled with tears once again, lip trembling as I tired to hold it all back.

“I’m so sorry Charles…” looking down at his hands watching him intently, them now brushing the robe back off my shoulders and back onto the ground, kicking it aside.

Gulping to myself Charles now moved, looking up quickly wondering where he had gone, I then felt his presence behind me. “Look at you.” He brushed my hair over the other shoulder, now resting his head on the bare one, hands now resting on my hips again.

“Look at you mon chéri.” (My darling)

“I am looking at me…” sighing I tilt my head slightly, the tears making their way down and dripping off my chin.

“Why you crying?” His hand reached around wiping both cheeks and cupping my jaw, bringing my head to tilt his way.

“Because-”

With a delicate kiss to my cheek, he then stared at me through the mirror.

“Use your words Y/N”

With another loud sigh, I finally gave in. Pushing my back closer into his chest, his arms in an instinct manner wrapped securely around me holding me tight.

“I’m not good enough for you Charles.”

“Who said so?”

“Everyone says so-”

“My maman thinks your perfect.” Smiling a little at me his hands started caressing my body.

“I think your perfect.” He placed a gentle kiss to the top of my spine and slowly trailed kisses down it.

“I just want them all to leave me alone…” looking up at the ceiling I bite my lip, to stop more tears, and to suppress any other emotions wanting to escape.

“Who?” While once again knelt on the floor he grabbed my waist softly twirling me on the spot.

“the whole world.” Subconsciously my hands now rested on his shoulders squeezing them tight.

“Make the world go away.”

Smiling sadly up at me, his head placed itself resting against my stomach, arms hugging my legs, like a child.

“Get it off of my shoulders.”

Wrapping my arms protectively around his head I bent slightly trying to lower myself to his level. He was quick to move, now throwing me over his shoulders and moving over to the bed, and ever so softly placing me down. Throwing the towel that was once wrapped around my head somewhere else in the room.

“ma jolie fille” (my pretty girl)

Charles started placing sweet kisses over every inch of my body, whispering sweet nothings between each kiss.

“Do you realise, how absolutely gorgeous you are?” Now hovering above me, one arm supporting him up, the other tracing small circles on my inner thigh. Clouding my thoughts.

“Do you realise, that no matter if you was a worm-” pausing he rolled his eyes with a smile, reciting when I asked him a few weeks ago if he would still be with me if I was a worm.

“You do realise I would still love you with my whole entire heart and soul?”

Leaning down his lips brushed mine, hand now stopped moving- but gripping onto my thigh kneading it slowly.

“I’m not good enough for you Charles…” breathing hitched, not for holding back tears- better yet holding back a moan, Charles had me wrapped around his finger always, and the way his making me forget the such hate I have had, and the emotions I have shed. Made me love him.

“You right.” Like a shot to the chest- I started to close up.

“You more than perfect for me.” Sighing a breath of relief, my arms wrapped around his neck pulling him a little closer.

“Je t'aime Y/N.” (I love you Y/N)

Once again my breathing hitched, and my heart skipped a beat.

“I love your smile, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your ears, your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, yours legs, your feet, even your toes. I love you.”

Eyes welling up I sighed in a bliss.

“I don’t think I can ever stop the hate mon chéri… I wish I could protect you from the world truthfully. But I make you a promise that for every day I’m breathing I promise to love your heart- and fill it with pure utter happiness and love. Whatever them people are saying are wrong, and even if you looked like your little worm, I will still love that caring heart of yours.” (My darling)

Leaning down to my chest, he kisses just between my breast so gently, like if he didn’t my heart would break.

“je t'aime aussi Charles.” (I love you too Charles) Finally with a genuine smile on my face I rest my head back comfortably into the cushions.

“Now let me show you how much I love you.” Biting down on the middle of my bra he pulled at it teasingly. Causing me to giggle.

“let me welcome you home mon beau garçon.” (My pretty boy)

A/N: Okyyy it was very rushed but like I said I have a Charles x Fem!Reader series coming outttt and I wanna let you all have the first chalter as soon as possible!!!

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc

[scarlethexelove]

Hello there would you mind writing dark Agatha x femreader. Something really dark maybe with manipulation and smut

Ty 🙇🏼‍♀️

You're Mine Now

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2604

Warnings: Smut, Dark!Agatha, Kidnapping, Shackles, Illusion to forced age regression, spanking, finger, oral sex, light bondage, drugging, tit sucking, squirting

Part 2: You're Not Going Anywhere

A/N: So this one got a little longer than I expected it to but I hope that you like it.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You walk into the parking garage crying with a box of your stuff in hand. You don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine. You were one of the best employees at your company and was loved by everyone. Why were you all of a sudden fired? Why could they not give you the reason? You are questioning everything that happened in the last week but couldn’t come up with a single thing that you did wrong. 

You pop the trunk of your car and place the box inside before slamming it shut. As you do you drop your keys and just your luck they manage to go under your car. So you bend down but you can’t reach them. You have to completely lay down and get them from under your car. “Fuck today.” You mumble as you get back up dusting yourself off with tears still in your eyes. In all of this you haven’t noticed the dark figure that comes up behind you. There is a sharp pain in your neck before everything around you goes black. 

As you start to stir your head is spinning and you feel almost like you got hit by a truck. You blink your eyes before opening them up. The room is dark except for a cute dinosaur lamp that is placed on the bedside table. The lamp looks childish but you don’t pay that any mind. You start to try and sit up but you feel a heavy weight on your ankle. You look down and that is when you also realize that you are completely naked. You look further and see a shackle on your ankle that is chained to the bed that you have woken you on. 

In your haze you haven’t noticed the dark haired older woman that has moved towards you from the dark in the room. “Look who is finally awake.” The sweet voice comes from the woman that makes you jump. You scramble till your back hits the wall bringing your knees to your chest trying to cover yourself from the woman. “Who the fuck are you and why the hell am I naked?” You question with a quivering voice. “Oh baby girl my name is Agatha but you can call me Mama.” She stalks closer to you. 

Trying to scramble back further as your back is completely pressed against the wall, the shackle digging into your ankle but you ignore the pain. “Fuck you bitch!” You yell trying to sound more confident. Agatha chuckles darkly. “Oh little one we don’t use big girl words here. If you continue, Mama is going to have to punish you.” Your mind is running wild as the woman sits on the edge of the bed. “I have been watching you little one and I know you’re just the perfect little girl for me.” She reaches out her hand to your face, but you slap it away. “Don’t you fucking touch me bitch. I’m not yours, I'm my own person.”

You can see Agatha's demeanor change slightly, she is more angry than before. She gets up and walks over to a dresser opening up a drawer. You can’t see what she grabs until she turns around with ropes in her hands. “I told you little girl that if you continue Mama is going to punish you.” She walks over to you grabbing your hands. You try to fight her but her grip is strong and she is able to pin your legs between her thighs. “Mama worked hard to get you here. She got you away from that terrible job. Mama is here to take care of you. No need for my baby girl to be working if Mama is here to help.” She says as she ties your hands together tightly. “Ow fuck! What the hell do you mean that you got me away from that terrible job. I loved my job. What the fuck did you do?” 

Without a warning Agatha slaps you hard across the face. You feel the sting as tears well up in your eyes. You look at her with shock moving your tied hands up to your cheek. “I told you no big girl words.” She pulls your legs from between her legs and starts to tie them together just above the shackle as you kick and try and fight her. But she is very strong and has no issues keeping you from kicking too much. The shackle is now pressing into your other ankle causing you some discomfort. “There.” She smiles looking down at you tied up and tears in your eyes. Her hand rubbing your cheek where she slapped. “So pretty when you cry.” 

You're too stunned to speak as you look at the woman who has just admitted that she got you fired and she has kidnapped you. Agatha sits on the edge of the bed and starts pulling you towards her. “No, please!” You plead with the woman but she doesn’t seem phased. All she does is pull you and lay you over her legs. Your head hanging down and your ass up. 

“Now Mama has to give you a punishment. She doesn’t want to but little girls have to learn to listen.” Agatha’s hand smacking down hard on your ass. You can’t help but cry out from the pain. Her hand smoothing over where she hit as it turns red. “I think 20 spanks is good. 10 on each side. What do you think, little one?” 

“Fuck you.” You spit in anger at the woman. Her hand slapping down on your cheek again. “You keep going, I'll make it 20 each side.” She threatens as you whimper and just nod. Not seeing a way out of this. The older woman above you is much stronger and has definitely planned this out. “Good girl. Now I want you to count each slap. You mess up, I will start over. Do you understand me?”

You nod your head in understanding. “I need words little one.” Agatha tells you. “Y-yes.” You mumble out. “Good girl.” Her hand slapping down on your right cheek. “O-one” You whimper. You can’t see her face but she is smiling before slapping again. “Two” She slaps down hard in rapid succession. “T-three” You cry out and tears start to stream down your face. Her hand smooths over your burning red ass. “You missed one sweet girl, start from one again.” You whine at her words but you comply. 

You are able to get through the 10 without another mistake. You're crying more now as you squirm in her lap. “Good girl.” She leans down and kisses your head. “Time for the other side.” She uses her other hand to still your squirming in her lap. This time you make it all the way to 8 before you fuck up. So she starts over, but you learn this time and don’t mess it up again. 

Agatha’s hand smooths over both of your cheeks. “You did so well for me.” She groans looking down at your bruised cheeks. Your body squirms as you whimper and whine in her hold. Trying to rub your thighs together as your body betrays your mind. “Did you like that little one?” Agatha asks you, her hand still on your ass.

“N-no” You shake your head trying to sound confident but failing. “Hmm, the wet spot on my pants tells me different little one. You don’t want another punishment for lying to Mama do you?” She asks you. Her hand moving down between your legs. “N-no, I’ll be good.” You whimper. “Good girl.” She smiles, her fingers tracing your slit. “My little girl getting turned on by Mama spanking her ass black and blue.” You nod your head as you buck your hips into her hand causing Agatha to smile. “Does my sweet baby want Mama’s fingers in her tight little cunt.” 

You nod your head quickly. “Yes! Please!” You whine trying your best to get her fingers inside of you. “Yes, what little one.” She asked sweetly. Your head is spinning from want and need. “Y-yes Mama! Please!” Agatha smiles when you finally call her Mama, shoving two of her fingers into your hole harshly and starts pumping them. The action causes you to moan loudly as you squirm more in her lap. 

Agatha’s pace is unforgiving as she pumps her fingers and you buck your hips the best you can to meet her thrust. She smiles above you loving how pliant and needy you have already become for her. Your pussy gripping her fingers tightly as she pumps and curls her fingers perfectly inside you hitting the right spots. She already knows your body better than you do. She moves her thumb down and starts rubbing small circles on your clit. 

Your whimpers and moans start to echo off the walls. Agatha adds another finger as she continues to pump her fingers into your cunt. “Mama!” You moan out at the slightly painful stretch. “Does my little one like Mama’s fingers filling your tight little cunt?” She asks you, slamming her fingers in as she curls them giving you immense pleasure. Your walls are squeezing her fingers as your legs start to tremble slightly. “Does my little one need to cum?” Agatha asks you.

“Yes Mama” You nod your head frantically. “Cum baby girl. Cover Mama’s fingers.” Agatha demands you. You don’t hesitate already learning that you don’t want to mess with the older woman above you. Your cum coats her fingers as your moans fill the room. She keeps pumping and curling her fingers. Her thumb is still rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Good girl.” She praises you the more she pumps her fingers. 

You whine when she doesn’t slow down but continues to speed up. “Mama wants to see you cum again little one. Be a good girl for me and take what Mama gives you.” Agatha says as she continues, your cum dripping down more onto her lap. You whimper but nod your head which causes her to smile at your pliant form. 

It doesn’t take Agatha long to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. But she still doesn’t slow down. She wants to make a mess of you, turn your brain to mush. Push you into your sub space so that she can take care of you. So she doesn't stop with just two. She makes sure that you cum four times. By the time you have cum a fourth time you're a babbling whimpering mess over her lap. Your juicing soaking her pants. Your thighs are coated in cum along with her hand. She finally slows her thrust until she stops pulling her fingers out slowly. The action still causes you to whimper. Agatha sticking her fingers in her mouth and moaning at your taste. 

“Such a good girl for me and you taste so much sweeter than Mama could have ever imagined.” Agatha gently rubs your back and sides helping you calm down. Once you have calmed down slightly she moves you to lay on the bed leaving your legs dangling over the side. You whine as your ass hits the bed and tries squirming away. Agatha warns you with a tisk as you struggle to stay still you ass burning with the touch of the fabric. But she doesn’t care as she gets to her knees on the floor. She removes the ropes from your legs and spreads your legs as she settles between them. 

“So pretty.” Agatha whispers looking at your glistening cunt. Your legs twitching and your hole clenching around nothing as she looks on. “Mamaaaa.” You whine. “Mama is just going to clean you up, little one. Don’t want you all sticky and uncomfortable.” Your head is too fuzzy to argue so you give her a weak okay. 

Agatha throws your legs over her shoulders as she dives in. Not caring as the shackle digs into her back. Your taste is already addicting to her. She moans into you causing you to moan at the vibrations. She wastes no time as she eats you out like you are her last meal. Your whimpers and moans bring her joy. Your body is squirming and trying to get away from her tongue as it dips into your quivering hole. She uses her arms to hold you down. 

Agatha wraps her lips around your overstimulated bud and sucks. Your hips are bucking into her face as the mix of pain and pleasure. You don’t know if you want more or for her to stop. She alternates between sucking and dipping her tongue into your hole. She can feel your cunt already squeezing her tongue after a few minutes. You're so overstimulated it will take her no time to taste your cum right from the source. 

With her continued ministrations on your cunt you unexpectedly cum. To your surprise and Agatha's, your juices squirt all over her face. You want to apologize but all that comes out of your mouth are jumbled words and whines. But Agatha knows what you want to say. “Fuck that was amazing baby girl. I didn’t know you could do that.” 

She licks you clean before getting up. Your juices are still covering her face but she doesn’t care. Excited to see what else you can do but that is for another time. She unties your wrists. “Thank you.” You mumble lightly. She helps roll you on your stomach. “Stay like this little one Mama will be right back.” Agatha tells you before walking into the en suite bathroom. 

You have no energy to move as your eyes close and your body trembles. Agatha soon returns with a washcloth and some ointment. She applies the ointment to your bruised ass causing you to whine and squirm. “I know it hurts little one but this will help.” She says as she finishes applying it. She then cleans up between your legs. Once she is done she throws the washcloth into the clothes hamper and sets the ointment on the bedside table. 

Agatha then crawls into the bed, her back facing the wall. She then helps gently move you fully on the bed and towards her. Your fuzzy brain doesn’t hesitate to cuddle up into Agatha. As you do that is when you realize that she is no longer wearing any clothes either. But you're too tired to care. She is warm. She pulls your head on her chest which you gladly accept and you nuzzle your face into her. 

Agatha does her best to pull a blanket up over you two as you cuddle in. She pulls you closer and cuddles you tightly. You nuzzle more into her chest and let out a whine. It takes her a moment to realize what you want. She smiles at how fast you are breaking for her. She knew you were the right choice for her to take. You are absolutely perfect for her and she is perfect for you which you will soon realize. 

“Go on, little one.” Agatha moves your head closer to her breast. With your eyes closed you wrap your lips around her nipples and start to suckle lightly. She brushes her fingers through your hair. Enjoying the closeness that having no clothes on gives her to you. Your body gets heavy as you drift off to sleep. “Good night my little one. Mama will be here when you wake up.” Agatha kisses your head and falls asleep with you. The last thought on her mind is how much she loves you.

#agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #agatha all along #agatha x fem reader #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness x you #dark!agatha harkness

[hjparisian]

you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas

Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.

The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.

The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.

At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.

The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.

(Y/N) looked away from him.

(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"

"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"

Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.

"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."

Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.

"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.

The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.

Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"

"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."

"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"

(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.

"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.

"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"

"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.

After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.

Theodore fucking Nott.

The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.

"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).

"I am."

Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."

(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.

"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."

"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.

(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.

Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.

"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."

(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."

The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.

They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.

The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.

So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.

(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.

(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.

"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was Theodore Nott.

"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."

"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"

Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."

"Obviously."

(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.

But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.

"Sit." Theodore sat down.

"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."

"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."

(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.

"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."

There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.

The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."

"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"

"(Y/N) this is not your place-"

"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"

"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."

(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"

"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."

"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"

Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"

"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."

Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.

"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"

(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.

"(Y/N)?"

"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"

There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."

(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.

"Theodore? Tell me the truth."

Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."

"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"

"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."

(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.

They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.

"About our relationship. What happens now?

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.

Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."

(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.

"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."

"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"

"We can try."

(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.

"I love you, Theo."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.

"I love you too."

The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.

They lost Theodore.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #hp fanfic #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Screaming at an Empty Room -

Reintroduction/Update

Hello everyone! Probably too late to do an intro, given that I've been writing on this blog since 2017, but since I've returned after a few years away from writing, I wanted the opportunity to talk about my blog and projects completed and my upcoming plans!

I go by Avaleon everywhere else on the internet, but respond to pretty much anything, including Screaming, hey you, etc! Started this blog in my mid 20s, and aged normally into the early 30s from there. I love writing, have always loved it, but between work and life, it's definitely something that I mostly do late at night and on weekends. I love hearing from people, but I usually answer asks in bunches, and typically right before I post writing. Love hearing about other people's projects as well!

I write short stories, novellas, and occasional full length novels. I am not published, but actively working on self-publishing some of my full length works. Everything I write is posted online, I enjoy sharing my work. The main reason to self publish for me is to have physical copies for myself or anyone who might want one!

My short stories can be found under the #writing tag on my blog. As for the long completed stories, I'll post them below the cut!

Love you Tumblr, happy to be back!

A. Full Length Novels (100,000+ words)

Please Fix the Story!

Description:

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author’s wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I’ll be able to remember my past and return to my home.

It’s just fixing stories, it should be simple enough.

So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Masterpost linked here

2. I Can’t Eat Love

Description:

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything… her reputation, her home and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded… only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before her death. 

Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of the around her. This time she won’t trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she’ll have the power and the money she needs to protect herself. 

Lenora has already lost everything once. She’s not going to lose again. 

No matter the cost. 

Masterpost Linked Here

B. Novellas

I Refuse to be a Named Character

Description:

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot! 

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Masterpost Linked Here

2. Living in a Rewrite of my Own Book World

Description:

This is the story about an author who gets hit by a car right before she can finish her bestselling book series. Trapped in the role of a terrible side character antagonist, she must find a way to change the story’s ending. Not just for her own survival, but for the characters that seem just a little too real to be fiction. (30K words)

Masterpost Linked Here

3.Baby’s First Revenge!

Description:

When Charlotte is betrayed and killed by the friend she sacrificed everything for, she thought it was the end. Instead, she found herself reborn as a baby, with her killer still enjoying the fame of stealing her work. Now, she's coming after him, and plans to make him pay... But first, nap time.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

4. The Supervillain’s Daughter

The story of Erica, a girl who finds out that her brother is the kidnapped child of superheroes, and that her parents are villains. Years later she is the best agent in the Villain Suppression Unit, and hates everything to do with superheroes. So of course she isn’t pleased when she is paired with the strongest man alive, especially because she knows him. But with even darker parts of her past surfacing again, she will have no choice but to join forces and save the world. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Other smaller works and the incomplete ones can be found on this page

Thanks everyone!

#Writeblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #reintroduction after all this time #Fantasy #sci fi #short stories #thank you everyone who has stuck with me #and welcome to anyone just finding me

[lorcandidlucienwill]

“Bitch” wow! I don’t see the reason for getting so heated over these characters. They don’t actually exist you know? You’re not defending anyone’s honour or being some saint here. I didn’t mean anything in a bad way, I was trying to have a rational conversation because I’ve never come across an IC hater and wanted to know why you didn’t like them. But obviously having a rational conversation is out of your zone of abilities since it didn’t take a lot for you to get down to name calling. My only suggestion to you because I truly wish the best for you is control that anger and learn to listen to other people before someone shows you your place. It won’t be nice. Good luck bbg 💜💜

You're the one coming in anon and shitting on characters that I like. What did you expect??? I'm going to defend my characters, obviously. You want my dissertation on why I hate each member of the Inner Circle? Let's start with captain asshole Rhysand: Rhysand: Sexually assaulted Feyre, did not apologize, licked Amarantha's boots for fifty years to "protect" no one since he only rules 1/3 of his court. He claims to be uber powerful yet he can't control misogyny within 2/3 of his court. But it's totally fine to go into Tarquin's house, steal an important possession, then act superior later when his wife's antics in Spring caused Summer to be invaded. Pretends to give his wife a "choice" while not giving her crucial information, i.e. that he wouldn't be helping her out with the Weaver at all. Locked Lucien in a house, made rape jokes about his mother, altogether treated him like shit for no reason. Then the Inner Circle acts all shocked and furious that their "masks" as "bad guys" fooled everyone and act violent towards literally everyone not Inner Circle there. Rhysand forcibly shut Tamlin's mouth, Feyre burned Lucien and Eris's innocent mother, Azriel nearly choked Eris to death. Ironically, Cassian acted the most sane here. After Tamlin saved Feyre and Rhysand's lives multiple times, Rhysand has the gall to tell Tamlin to kill himself despite knowing they'll need him as an ally, which is a terrible thing to do and also made Lucien's life harder. ACOSF he locks Nesta in a house and hides the malignant nature of his wife's pregnancy from her. That's just the gist of it. Cassian: Rhysand's dog. He need to grow a fucking spine. He never defends Nesta in front of Rhysand, and constantly abuses her physically and mentally. Won't let her eat sugar, forces her to train, tells her everyone hates her, makes her hike a fucking mountain for having the nerve to disobey rhysand and tell feyre the truth she deserved to hear. Then again in HOFAS not defending Nesta in front of Rhysand when he was screaming at her for giving away the trove and telling her she should've killed Bryce instead. THAT. IS. YOUR. MATE. He treats all the women in his life better than her, like mor and feyre. Azriel: A fucking weirdo violent creep. He needs to man tf up and admit Lucien is the superior man. His creeping on Mor for 500 years when she's clearly not interested is not cute. Nor is choking Eris to death in an important political meeting. Nor is treating Elain like a helpless object and masturbating to a gag gift he gave her. I'lL dEfEaT hIm WiTh LiTtLe EfFoRt boi stfu no you can't and Lucien has done NOTHING to you. I have absolutely ZERO respect for a character who treats the nicest guy in the series like that. Elain is not a child to be fought over. He's so pathetically jealous that Lucien is a good dude and has a mate and is better than him at everything. He needs to admit his homoerotic desire for Lucien and get it over with. Or let Eris humble him. Either way. Mor: the biggest hypocrite of all time. I aM a DrEaMeR aNd I gOt OuT so did it ever occur to you that maybe you're not the only dreamer? You're not even going to try to save good people stuck under the Court of Nightmares or ask your High Lord to? You just write them off because you're the only good one? And you want to throw Nesta into the court of nightmares? You don't do shit when Cassian is harassing Nesta? You're a bitch and not a girl's girl at all. If there's ANYTHING women should be united on, it's creepy dudes. ESPECIALLY if one of them is your best friend. Amren: this bitch should've stayed dead after ACOWAR. How dare she talk to Nesta the way she did in ACOSF? She KNEW how much Nesta was hurting and she did it anyway. She's over 15 thousand years old. What a bitch. They're all part of an elitist establishment and the epitome of modern politics that needs to be destroyed. Oh, I'm sorry? Should I apologize for saying "bitch" when you're the one coming in hot on my anons? How about you get a life besides harassing people who disagree with you first?

#anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti azriel #anti mor #anti amren #anti inner circle #asks

[miltheperson]

Priest!Wally Darling x Fallen angel!Reader

(A small breather from all the requests! This idea happened to spring up on me during the evening so suddenly, haha!) (Also this is quite… er… different from the usual fluffy stories I write… So… warning!) (Don’t worry! These won’t be the main things I write on here! My fics will readily go back to fluffy and cute right after this!)

Inspired by an old tale!

CW/TW: Possessive Behavior, Slight-moderate manipulation?, Darker topic and story, mentions of cult-ish religion, mentions of religion-related topics.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

What Belongs To Me.

It was almost like you had fallen on purpose.

You had descended from the skies with a loud crash, right outside of Wally’s church. When Wally had found you, he had taken you in and decided to take care of you.

He believed you were a blessing from Home.

A gift sent upon his doorstep.

A blessing.

A blessing.

When you had awoken from your slumber, you were weak and agitated. You had fallen from the realm of angels, you didn’t want anything to do with earth, along with the people that ruled it.

Wally was absolutely captivated by you, your beauty and divine presence had him almost addicted. He was enamored and he felt such deep affection for you.

What a divine blessing from Home!

Rejoice! Rejoice!

You were clueless to Wally’s feelings, only seeing him as the kind person who had offered his church for you to stay and recover. You were terribly homesick and missed Eden so much, you wondered if your friends up there were looking for you, wondering what had happened and why you had disappeared.

Not need to worry though…

Wally was with you all the way.

Every step of the way he was right there for you…

You made the mistake of telling him some very interesting information one day while you sat with him on one of the pews.

“Once I go back home… I will forever remember your kindness… And I will tell them all about you.” You looked over at him with a smile, looking truly grateful.

“Oh, please. I was only doing what any good disciple of god would do.” Wally nodded, smiling right back at you. Of course, up to this point you had thought he was talking about the God that you served… Not the more… malicious… being.

“I am sure our Lord will be very pleased with you, Wally.” You chuckled softly.

“(Name)? May I perhaps… Ask you something? I’m just a little curious, is all.” Wally asked you politely, voice calm and serene as always.

“Yes, you may.” You nodded.

“About that halo of yours… What is so special about it? You seem to be taking great care of it.” He pointed at the glowing object above your head.

“You see, Wally. All angels and holy beings of God are given a halo as… Some sort of key to enter Eden… It signifies that you are a being of God and that you are able to enter Eden.” You explained to him.

“… And what happens when you… Don’t… Have your halo?” Wally looked as if he was very interested and very curious.

You thought it was because he wanted to learn more…

He did want to learn more… But for the wrong reasons.

“You are no longer able to reach Eden.” You answered his question solemnly. “Angels who have their halo taken away or broken here, are bound to stay on earth for eternity. We need to fly to be able to reach Eden, and our abilities come from our halo.” You continued to say.

“People can just take your halos away? Just like that?” Wally tilted his head, the shadow in his eyes seemingly increasing. Devious plans formed in his head.

“Only when an angel is vulnerable, can a person steal it… Instances such as an injured angel or a sleeping one, those are moments of vulnerability.”

“Hm… I see… Well it’s good that you’ve stumbled here then… It would have been such a misfortune if you had landed on… the wrong… persons doorstep…” Wally smirked a little, an almost taunting tone to his voice.

You smiled at this, believing in his “good intentions”.

“I am forever grateful… Soon, I will have regained my strength to fly… I will repay your kindness one day.” You bowed a little, truly grateful for him.

Wally’s eyes darkened as he stared at you.

You will be able to… leave…? So soon?

No.

No he can’t allow that.

That is not what Home intended for you.

Home did not want you to leave.

He. Did not want you to leave.

He can not let you leave.

Not when you mean so much to him.

His little angel.

His. Angel.

Leaving?

No.

He would not allow that.

He could not. allow. that.

And so, now the priest stood over your form as you slept so peacefully.

The halo above your head continue to glow even as you slept, casting that divine lighting over your captivating features.

He couldn’t help but smile, fixing the hair on your face.

You belonged here.

You belonged… To With him.

This is what Home wanted for you.

This is what Home intended.

Wally grabbed hold of the halo, staring at your sleeping face.

All he had to do now…

Was take it…

And break it…

Wally started to pull your halo, feeling resistance as he did. He was insistent, continuing to pull even as it stubbornly resisted his pull. The halo started to flicker, the resistance growing weaker and weaker. With one final pull, the halo ripped away from your head.

Wally stared at the halo for a moment, turning it this way and that. It was smooth to the touch and the glow was dull.

He took both ends, staring down at you with a dark glare.

You… stay… here.

CRACK.

He snapped the halo in half like it was candy, the halo dissolving into dust.

You woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily.

There was a stinging pain in your chest and you felt nauseous.

What happened?!

You started to shriek, grabbing your chest in pain. Wally quickly walked over, placing his hands over you. “(Name)?? (Name) what’s wrong!” He feigned worry, trying his best to comfort you.

You yelled out and writhed, it looked like you were burning.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”

You hurled yourself to the side, dry heaving and spilling out a golden shimmery liquid from your lips. You breathed heavy ragged breaths, looking at Wally with terror in your eyes.

“What… What happened to me…?” Your voice was coarse.

“… Your halo… It’s gone…” Wally looked saddened and horrified.

“No… No… No! NO, NO, NO!”

You screamed, your hands flying to your head, only to feel an empty place where your halo used to be.

You leapt to your feet, running out of the room.

Wally only walked after you, a light smirk to his face.

You can’t leave now…

You were here to stay…

With him..

He watched as you tried to fly, your wings flapping tirelessly.

You would lift into the air just barely, only to flop back down onto the ground.

You were sobbing and crying, lamenting that you would no longer be able to go home.

“(Name)… Dear… Please do calm down…”

Wally masked his smirk with a sigh, approaching your sobbing form.

When you stared at him, he knew now…

That he…

Got what he wanted…

You were truly…

His…

Little angel now…

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I love you 3000 writing bonanza!

I’ve hit 3000 followers!!!

Now if you remember a while ago I asked how you guys would like to celebrate and this is what I’ve come up with! If you remember my 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge and Exchange its kinda similar to that but I’ve made some improvements!

What is going to happen is I am going to open up my askbox/dms for requests!

To make this manageable and allow me to complete as many as possible I will only be accepting requests in these following forms:

1) A question about a character or series

For example: How would X characters feel about Y character doing XYZ?

2) A What If…. For one of my series

For example: What If the character for X series met 10 years prior

3) A request using a maximum of 3 of the prompts below (the list is hella long so I’ve put it below the cut!)

For Example: Ari Levinson / Mob AU / You won’t get away so easy

If I receive a request that does not fall into one of these three categories then I will not fulfill it!

And because I like for everyone to be able to get involved if you yourself are a writer/want to give writing a go and you like any of the below prompts feel free to use them (the max of 3 doesn’t apply to you guys) all I ask is that you tag me, use the hashtag Niamh Loves You 3000, use appropriate warnings and let me know which ones you’re using so I can keep my eye out!

If you are writing a fic using the below prompts I ask you to follow these rules:

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality!

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 please use the read more function!

All the prompts are below the cut, remember its a max of three, but you can mix and match as you like so the possibilities are endless!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Any other Chris Evans character

Trope:

Fake Dating

Only One Bed

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

Love Triangle

Fated Mates

Childhood Sweethearts

Grumpy x Sunshine

Forbinned Love

Forced Proximity

WILDCARD! (You can pick an Trope not listed!)

AU:

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

(Modern) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

Biker AU

Soulmate AU

Band/Musician AU

WILDCARD! (You can pick an AU not listed!)

Dialogue:

"I told you not to touch that"

"I'm tired of answering that question"

"Why didn't they come?"

"I'm so sick of pretending everything's okay"

"don't just stand there! do something!"

"do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

"is there a problem here gentlemen?"

"what on earth happened here?"

"there's blood everywhere"

"Get in the van!"

"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."

"I may be a terrible dancer, but I've got great moves in bed."

"I'm not high maintenance; I'm just low tolerance for mediocrity."

"I love the sound of your voice and the way you say my name."

"Being with you feels like coming home."

“You're not the person I thought you were."

"I never imagined my life without you."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

"Oh, don't worry about being late. We'll just sit here and wait for you forever."

"I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Why do you always insist on seeing the worst in people?"

"It's not my fault you can't handle the truth."

"You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."

"You think you're better than me, but you're not."

"I'll use anyone I need to achieve my goals."

"You've made a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it."

"Don't you realize how much you've hurt everyone around you?"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"don't you dare go slow"

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow"

"move and you won't be coming tonight"

"hands behind you're back"

"Beg for it"

"you can take it, you've done it before"

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?"

"show me how much you missed me"

"Are you holding back? don't"

"shall we put your mouth to better use?"

"Slowly, I'm not going anywhere"

"I said I'd take care of you"

"Please, I can't sit still"

So there’s absolutely so many to pick from covering fluff, comedy, angst and smut 😉 don’t forget to follow the rules I’ve set out above!!

I love you all 3000 🩵🩵🩵

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[watercolorfreckles]

The Girl Called Sparrow

This is a tad different from my usual style--I did my best to make this snippet sound like a fable! I spent like 3.5 hours just writing it so the editing I did was pretty light. Pardon any mistakes or sloppiness! :)

When she was born, her mother gave her no name.

There is power in a name, her mother had always said. The fae collected names like plucked flowers. They wielded them like weapons; the humans under their sway, like branded cattle.

Thus, throughout her life, she had been called many things. Little One. Child. Rascal. She preferred it when her mother called her things like Free Spirit, or Smile, or My Heart.

The words were always warm on her mother's lips. She did not mind not having a name when her mother called on her so kindly. To be given a great many names, though really not one at all, made her feel as though she could be anything and still be her.

Others were not always so kind. Village children gave her names that would scar. Adults who did not understand her would christen her Odd. Strange. Some called her Girl--as if that was all she was.

After her mother passed, she knew she was no one to anyone. Without a name, her soul felt untethered. Peeled from her back and kept at an arm's length like the shadow at her heels.

Who could she be if not Daughter? She did not want to be No One. She did not want to be Alone.

She had felt the fae's eyes on her her whole life. She knew they could sense what she was lacking. Every breeze that swirled the leaves around her, every tinkering of bells or heady scent of wine, reminded her that they were always close by.

Perhaps they were drawn to her, the girl whose name they could not steal. She liked to hope that maybe they followed her because she made them feel something less than monstrous with a possessive need to control.

Though her mother had taught her to fear the fae, the daughter revered them. She began to leave them fresh berries and jars of honey between the sprawling roots of the great oak tree. It was the oldest thing around, so she felt it was an appropriate place to dedicate to an immortal being. She told them softly of her day and tied ribbons on the tree's branches.

The leaves danced, rustling with a gentle melody that filled her insides like warm tea. It wasn’t long until she was overwhelmed with an unmistakable instinct: A fae was there, listening. Watching.

She lowered herself to her knees, bowing against the moss. "Hello," she said, banishing any quiver from her voice. The fae hated weakness. "I am terribly lonely. Perhaps we may share in one another's company." Her fingers curled against the spongy earth. "I know it is unwise to make dealings with the fae. But perhaps, we may come to an...arrangement. I know that your kind follow me. Fae are curious creatures. I will continue to bring you gifts if you indulge me by staying here with me for a time."

She waited.

The tree began to creak and groan.

Hesitantly, the girl lifted her gaze.

A section of the tree parted from the rest, wood splitting and shifting like the rattling of unsettled floorboards. The faerie's glamor melted away. He stepped out from the deep scar of the trunk as if it were a portal to another world.

The sight of him stole her breath. His russet brown skin, deep as the tree he emerged from, reminded her of how that very tree looked beneath a bleeding sun. Fissures and cracks sculpted the skin beneath his chest--bark, she realized--in an intricate pattern.

Her gaze traveled upward, to the wavy foliage of his hair. Leaves wove between the strands and down the slim line of his arms. His lips were dark as tilled soil, eyes bottle-green.

When he spoke, it was the rush of a summer breeze. "You come to me and speak of your pain. I am bound to this tree, I cannot leave its shadow. Yet you are free as the sparrows that nest in my branches. You are bound to none, not even a name."

The human closed her eyes. "What use is freedom with no home to come back to? No one to share it with? Please. I have spent my life as a million pieces, but never one whole. Give me a true name and you may use it however you wish."

She could feel the fae's attention on her face. It seemed to fill the very cracks of her skin.

A tear slipped free.

The girl's eyes jolted open at the rough brush of bark beneath her chin. The fae was close. She hadn't even heard him move.

Fingers calloused with the skin of an oak tree, he brushed the tear away. "You do not know what you are offering me. It is of my nature to take advantage of you. To secure a deal with you and squish you beneath it." His voice was gentle. Like a rock skipping across a pond. "Go from this place. Only ask me when you are certain this is what you wish. To be bound to a fae with no freedom is to clip your own wings."

She did as the fae had asked, though she continued to return every day, offering him gifts and reading books aloud with her back against the oak tree's trunk. He did not show himself, though she knew he was listening in the way that the forest held its breath when the story became tense, or the way the leaves shifted to shield her face when the sun scorched too harshly.

Summer bled into autumn. Gold and red flooded the great oak's leaves a little more each day. She wondered whether the fae's hair changed to match it.

She met a man in the village. He called her Mine.

She liked the way the title sounded on the swell of his lips. It was a name none had given her yet. A new thrill to greet the changing season.

Never before had she caught the eye of a bachelor. Giving pieces of herself to him felt only natural.

When his grip on her turned bruising, it filled her with regret. The day he finally hit her, his names for her turned ugly.

She ran to the oak tree and wept. The wood creaked. Though she could not see him, the fae's hand warmed her back.

The more days she spent there, the more she realized she much preferred the world beneath the oak tree to the one beyond it, with cruel men and a community heavy with judgment.

It was an unseasonably cool day when the human fell asleep beneath the oak tree, only waking to the kiss of leaves against her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading her face. A bed of moss and leaves draped over her like a blanket.

Sitting up, she yawned, gazing up at the tree. Tall, Tall, Tall. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of the fae collecting materials within his tree's shadows, gently spreading them over her sleeping form.

"Kind Oak? May I see you again? I am ready to make our deal."

With the groan of shifting wood once more, the faerie soon appeared. His hair, now, was a deep scarlet, just as she had suspected.

"Are you certain?" His voice was the crackle of dry leaves, a gentle sound that settled in her bones.

The human didn't shy away from reaching out to touch him, this time. "I should rather belong to you than any other. Please. Give me my name. I will be devoted to you for the rest of my days. I just want my own name."

The Oak Faerie's hands brushed the tawny-brown hair back from her face. He studied her face with rapt interest before meeting her gaze. "Your name is Sparrow. For your free nature. For your willingness to perch among my branches and to depart when it pleases you. I will not clip your wings, Fair One. You shall belong to me only for as long as you wish to."

Sparrow.

The name rolled over her, coating every inch. It was as though she were hearing the word for the very first time. Something shifted within her, like a final puzzle piece clicking into place.

She had a name. A true name. It belonged to her and she to it.

Sparrow didn't realize she was crying until the fae cupped her cheeks once more. His brows furrowed at the sudden display of human emotion. Something that often perplexed creatures such as he.

"Sparrow? What is wrong?"

She surged forward and her lips were on his. The fae tasted like autumn air and the earth and a dizzying sweetness that swooped her stomach.

The fae paused, still as a tree, before his hands slid down to her waist and his mouth moved--gently, never greedily--against hers.

The moon was high in the sky when the faerie finally returned to his tree. Sparrow's eyes drooped with tiredness and she returned to her mother's cottage for the night.

When she returned the next day, the sight froze her step. The great oak tree–her fae's home and cag–had been chopped down.

Sparrow dropped to her knees like a stone. Her sobs and screams filled the air. Her despair was a living thing.

Footsteps crunched behind her, drawing her attention.

Her former courtier stood with a posse of other men, axes in their hands. "It is not the place of humans to fall in love with faeries."

"You-" Sparrow croaked, "You followed me?"

The look on his face was sure with quiet fury. "I assumed you left me for another. I had not anticipated... this development. No matter now. It is for the best. You will learn, now, that your place is with me. You are Mine."

"No!" She screamed, standing. "I am Me! I am... I am Sparrow."

Dissolving into sobs, Sparrow sunk to her knees again.

"Come home when you're finished. I'll be waiting."

She listened to the men's footsteps retreat.

When she had no tears left, she rose unsteadily to her feet again. She took a step. Something rolled beneath her foot.

Glancing down, she spotted an acorn—an acorn from Oak's great tree.

Sparrow smiled, and laughed.

She would run away. Plant the seed. She would have her fae again. Sparrow would have her love. And her love would have her.

Part 2

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[hellfirexhoe]

Monday | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

summary: penultimate part of days of the week

2.3k words

warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact, references to smut, reference to oral sex (m receiving), eddie being a lil perv, meet the parents nightmare, angst, childhood trauma, child abuse, homophobia, bad writing

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You couldn't help but hold back a giggle as you sat on Eddie's bed watching him try on one of Wayne's button up shirts, the stiff starched collar sitting far too high against Eddie's jaw, giving him the appearance of a retreating tortoise.

"Don't laugh! I'm trying to show that I am an upstanding gentleman! A respectable man worthy of you!" This makes your giggling worse.

"Eddie, if you come to my parent's house wearing this they will think I've joined some kind of terribly unfashionable cult. I promise you a plain t-shirt will be fine."

Eddie grumbles as he unbuttons the shirt, taking care to place it back on its hanger, instead of tossing it on the floor like he does with all of his own clothes.

"Eddie, just be yourself. They only care that I'm happy and that you're not some kind of satan worshipping weirdo intent on stealing my virginity"

"I mean... I'm a bit late on that one, sweetness." Eddie jokes and in response you throw a pillow at him, that he neatly dodges. "Besides it's easy for you to say 'just be yourself' when you only had to meet Wayne, who would have been fine with me bringing home an actual axe murderer as long as they were nice to me."

"But I'm not nice to you?" You purr playfully and Eddie smiles,

"No, but I'm not telling my uncle about that. And you're so good at pretending to be nice to me when he's around." A wink as he pulls on a plain black t-shirt then turns to the mirror, eyeing his tattoos with more than a little insecurity. You slide off the bed and appear by his side in the mirror,

"No pussying out." You run your hand over the bats that adorn his arm, "You wanted it this way. Parents before friends."

"Yeah, can I change that? I'd rather tongue kiss Jason Carver than meet your parents and have them tell you you're not to see me anymore."

"I wouldn't recommend tongue kissing Jason, it's a horror show. And also, I've been laying 3 weeks of ground work for you, they know you have tattoos, they know you like metal, but most importantly, Edward, they know how much I like you, they just want to know you." Eddie's nose wrinkles at you using his full name,

"Please tell me you didn't tell them my name was Edward."

"Guess you'll have to come with me and find out." Eddie groans as you take his hand and lead him out of the trailer.

Once in the van you cosy up to Eddie, resting your head on his shoulder as he rests his hand on your thigh, you can feel the slight tremble in his hand, accompanied by his anxious lip gnawing,

"I promise you, it will be fine."

"I just... I don't make a good first impression on a lot of people, take you for example. And it's not like I can fuck your parents until they decide they do actually like me."

You snort at this, "Okay, how's this, even if they don't like you, even if I'm banned from ever seeing you again, I won't listen to them. Not like anyone ever has been able to tell me what to do anyway." Eddie brings your hand up to his lips to plant a kiss on it before licking a stripe across your hand making you snatch it back with a "Gross!!" while you wipe the saliva onto his t-shirt, Eddie laughing, finally a little more relaxed. Eddie's hand is back on your thigh before he's even stopped giggling, so you decide to have a little fun with him, taking his hand in yours and gently guiding it up your thigh, under your skirt to make contact with the naked flesh there. Eddie hisses under his breath as he registers that you, determined as ever to torment him, are not wearing any underwear.

"When did this happen?" Eddie recalls you bending over to rummage through his drawers early and getting a glimpse of a purple lacy thong that had made him paw at you pathetically while palming himself until you dropped to your knees and blew him.

"You went to grab the button up, so I took them off and left them under your pillow, a reward for later for being such a good boy and meeting my parents."

"Fuuuuck, you're so evil, telling me all this like it won't drive me nuts until I can get home and take care of myself."

"That's me." You lean up and plant a kiss on his cheek as he turns onto your street

You pause outside the door, unsure if you're supposed to knock so they can meet Eddie on the doorstep or if you guys just go in. You've never brought anyone you've dated home to meet your parents before so the logistics of it seem a little confusing. You decide you'll step in and loudly announce yourself and Eddie, however your parents heard the van pull up so are already waiting at the door with nervous smiles on their faces. When you'd told them you had been dating someone they had, understandably, assumed it was someone on the basketball team, someone that maybe Chrissy had set you up with, one of Jenson's (names are definitely not your father's strong suit) friends. What they had not expected was for you to explain that your boyfriend was into dungeons and dragons - but don't worry it's definitely not as bad as the media wants you to believe, or that he was in to metal - but you swear it's nothing satanic, just music.

Eddie meanwhile was eyeing your parents, waiting for them to kick him out or maybe start splashing Holy water on him, but instead they politely ask him to take his shoes off and usher him into the living room like he's an honored guest. Eddie perches down on the sofa gestured to him, hands resting on his knees, you flop down beside him, careful to keep your skirt low on your legs and your legs crossed, hoping you being so casual might loosen him up a bit. Your mother perches on the arm of your father's chair while they ask Eddie some questions about himself, trying not to interrogate this strange boy you brought home.

After a short while a timer dings from the kitchen and your mother pulls you into the kitchen to help her serve up. She switches the extractor above the oven on loudly and whispers to you,

"Why didn't you tell us you were bringing home the Munson boy?" She looks a little concerned, she's good at masking her discomfort when she needs to, and it seems she's been masking her way through a conversation with Eddie.

"What do you mean 'the Munson boy'?"

"Well, you know all that business with his father, and his mother. Are you sure you want to be involved with that... unpleasantness?"

"He doesn't like to talk about his parents. Please don't bring it up, just try to pretend he's got nothing to do with any of that. He's been so nervous about tonight."

Your mother gives you a soft smile, "I can see he makes you happy, and he obviously cares about you. Just, be careful." You nod and turn away to start fixing plates, indicating quite clearly you are done with the conversation.

Eddie meanwhile has been trying desperately to hold his own in a conversation with your father about football. He knows enough from watching games with Wayne to be able to stumble through a conversation but it's clear to your father that he's not really sure what on earth he's talking about. Eddie nearly weeps with joy as he's called over to the table by you, taking the seat you nod your head at for him, in between you and your mother, directly across from your father.

At the table you are able to help him out with talking to your parents, in fact you're doing most of the talking while Eddie is examining your parent's faces, slightly fascinated by how their expressions and features express themselves in your face, it's the nose crinkle your mother does as she laughs that makes him take notice, he's seen you do that a million times at his stupid jokes, then he recognizes your eyes in your father's face. Its strange to him to see how you could be such a good blend of both of your parents when he has only ever known himself to look exactly like his father.

He hated it when he was younger, because his father was not a nice man, not to his wife, and not to his kid. Eddie hated to look in the mirror and see that reflected back at him, truthfully he wished he could see something of his mother in that mirror, something, anything good. That's when he decided to grow his hair, he didn't have her strawberry blonde hair but maybe the length would be enough to be the something good about him. He got as far as his chin before his father started yelling homophobic slurs at him while taking a pair of clippers to his head, yelling louder when Eddie cried as he touched his now buzzed and razor rashed head. His hair was kept that short until he moved in with Wayne. He was 13 when he moved in with Wayne, his mother had gone missing and his father was in prison. He'd been terrified of Wayne those first few weeks, Munson genes were strong and Wayne looked so similar to his father. But that's were those similarities ended. Wayne had been patient, kind and even offered an awkward semi-compliment when Eddie's hair reached his chin, advising him to "enjoy it before you go bald, boy." and gesturing at his head. Eddie continued to grow his hair, until it reached his shoulders, and finally when he looked in mirror he could see it, that hint of his mother about him. That one feature he could attribute to his mother, that made him feel like there was good inside him. He was also delighted to see that so many of his idols rocked the same hairstyle, contrary to what his father had said about men with long hair.

"So we hear you're in a band Eddie?"

Eddie had just filled his mouth with mashed potatoes and you half expected him to spray the food across the table while he chatted excitedly about his band, but to his credit Eddie manages an apologetic smile, finishes his mouthful and then speaks. You can't help but feel a bit proud of this. Eddie tells your parents about his band, his friends, how they pull in a crowd of about 5 drunks but 10 on a good night. Your parents laugh at this and reassure him that they're sure he's just being modest.

The rest of the night passes quickly and Eddie seems a lot more at ease just before he leaves. You see him to the door and your parents, having said their goodbyes in the living room give you guys some privacy at the door.

"Was that as bad as you thought it would be?"

"Actually, no."

"Told you so." Eddie pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead, kissing a path down your nose to your lips, gently cupping your chin in his hand as he does so.

"No 'I told you so's."

"Too late."

"Always gotta have the last word huh?"

"Yep." Eddie laughs at the determined way you set your jaw as you speak, daring him to speak again. He pulls you in again for another hug, and then releases you,

"I'd better get going," he pauses then leans in to whisper "those panties under my pillow aren't going to sniff themselves."

You groan, "Such a pervert." You let him out of the house and he blows a kiss to you before dashing across the path to his van.

You watch as the van drives off and you sigh, getting ready to face your parents. They're waiting in the living room for you,

"Well then." Your father is the first to speak, "I liked the boy." You smile at this,

"He's a little rough around the edges but he's very sweet on you." Your father nods at this assessment before clearing his throat,

"Just, be careful. We're both much too young to be grandparents just yet."

"Okay, gross. Can we never discuss that ever again?" Your father nods and you move to the dining room to start clearing up, unable to wipe the smile from your face at their approval.

Eddie has a smile on his face as he drives home, the evening truly wasn't as bad as he worried it would be. He just had to hope that whatever was being said in his absence was positive. Eddie let's his mind wander to try and distract from that train of thought. A question pops into his head, he wonders if the two of you had children how your genes would win out against Munson genes, would you guys just produce Eddie clones or, and this was his preference, would you guys have children that reflected both of you, maybe your eyes and his hair, he'd definitely want them to get his music taste, though hes not sure thats how genetics works. Eddie resolves to absolutely, categorically never share this musing with you, because honestly he's just freaked himself out a little bit at the thought of fatherhood.

Your brain is on a similar track, if a little more of a fearful one. You're holding an unopened box of tampons in your hand. You had bought them when you ran out, that would be fine. If you hadn't bought them 2 months ago.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

The Trouble With George

okay so you know the fics where merlin gets hurt by a noble and then Arthur finds out and the rest is history? But what if one where George gets hurt by a noble. Could you write something like that? – anon

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Warnings: implied/referenced abuse

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1701

Arthur is not too proud to admit that, had he not met Merlin, he would have responded quite differently when the servant flinched from him.

As it was, he immediately takes a step backwards, his hands raising in a gesture of surrender. The servant—George, his name was, the one they tried to replace Merlin with when he was off galivanting through the countryside—freezes for a terribly long second, before shaking hands move to pick up the dropped tray. He hadn't even been doing anything. He'd noticed that the tray was listing to one side so he'd walked over to help balance it out when George had seen him coming and shunted himself away.

"I'm terribly sorry, My Lord," he says almost immediately, scrabbling for the fallen items, "I promise it won't happen again, terribly sorry, yes, I don't know what came over me—"

"It's alright." Arthur frowns when George startles again at the sound of his voice, "are—are you alright?"

"Oh, how kind of you, My Lord, to worry about a servant so."

He frowns harder. "George?"

George freezes. He turns his face pointedly away from Arthur. His voice still comes out remarkably steady. "Yes, My Lord?"

"Put the tray down and sit, please."

"I—I—really, My Lord, I must be going to—"

"Something far worse than you dropping that tray is wrong," he interrupts, gently but firmly, "please, sit."

A hysterical part of his brain thinks that even if he'd openly threatened the poor man, he might look less afraid. The tray is set down carefully and George slides into the seat, his hands folded politely into his lap. The table isn't quite high enough to disguise the fact that they're shaking. The concerned frown doesn't leave his face as he walks slowly around the table, slow enough that he could stop at a moment's notice, picking up the discarded objects and settling them on the far side of the tray. George's head ducks just the barest amount as he goes.

When he's finished, he slides carefully into a seat not directly across from him, but far enough away that it doesn't feel as though he's infringing on George's space. George still hasn't said a word. He's barely moved since Arthur sat him down. Except, of course, for his shaking hands.

"George," Arthur says, as softly as he can manage, and the man still jumps, "I am not angry with you."

"How gracious of you, My Lord."

Alright, let's try a different angle. "You have done nothing to warrant my anger."

"You are most kind." Which is definitely covering up his disbelief. Arthur stifles a sigh and closes his eyes for a moment.

"I am…worried," he says, still keeping his tone soft, "because you seem to be afraid. I am not angry at you for being afraid, but I would like to know what it is I can do to help."

George steals a glance at him—truly steals, had his battle instincts not been trained to notice even the smallest of movements, he would have missed it—before he shakes his head. "Your generosity knows no bounds, My Lord, that you would think to offer such a thing to a lowly servant such as myself. I am unworthy of your attention."

"You are not. You are just as worthy as any of my people." The Merlin that lives in his head cheers. "It is my duty to protect you and keep you safe. If there is something I should know…"

He trails off in an invitation for George to say something, anything other than those empty platitudes, but instead, the man's jaw clenches stubbornly shut and he sighs inwardly. If only some of his knights exhibited half the fighting spirit that some of the servants seemed to, he'd have a much easier time convincing them to do something. But George is not a knight, and so there is no room for the rough treatment he would give a squire or a newly-minted knight. No, instead he takes a deep breath, forces himself to grow even smaller, less of a target, and tries a different tactic.

"You flinched when I moved towards you," he says, "did you think I was going to hurt you?"

A twitch, but George says nothing.

"Has someone hurt you in the past, to teach you to flinch at sudden approaches?"

Another twitch. So, that's a yes. A fellow servant, maybe? No, nothing like that would happen without Merlin or Gwen smelling a rat a mile away. It's not impossible, of course, but it wouldn't explain why George was being so deferential at this moment.

Of course, this is a man who claimed his favorite pastime was polishing, so perhaps that's not the most reliable of metrics, but still. Another servant is not the most likely of culprits.

"Was it one of the knights? Did they strike you?"

"The Knights of Camelot are honorable warriors," George replies almost by rote. Alright, so perhaps.

"Were you in the armory?"

"I do not go to the armory as part of my duties, My Lord. I would have no business there."

Again, not a direct no, but it doesn't sound like he would be anywhere close to the armory anyway. He knows from Leon that a few of the…well, if he's being honest, a few of the knights for whom he's been looking for excuses to get rid of are fond of…taking liberties with servants in the armory. He's glad in part that George did not suffer at the hands of one of them there, but that does leave the question of what did happen.

"What are your regular duties?"

"I tend to the chambers on the north side of the stairs, I polish the dishes in the left kitchen hall, and I sweep the upper floors and dust the fineries therein."

"Has there been anyone asking you to deviate from such duties recently?"

George hesitates. Arthur leans forward just a little.

"I want to help," he promises, "you don't have to tell me directly who it was, or what happened, but please, George, let me help."

George's head raises, still turned away from him, but he looks at Arthur directly now. He gets the distinct feeling that he's being sized up. Sure enough, a moment later, George's jaw works again. "Why?"

"This is supposed to be the safest place in Camelot. If you are being mistreated here, that is unacceptable."

"But I am a servant."

"That does not exempt you from being treated with the same dignity and respect as any other person."

The Merlin in his head is wearing that shit-eating grin and Arthur only partly wishes it would go away.

"No," George says quietly, and only then does Arthur remember that he had in fact asked a question, "I have only taken on my normal duties recently."

"Have you been serving different people as you perform those duties?"

Another pause, significantly longer, and Arthur doesn't need to see him nod. He racks his brain: who has come to Camelot recently? A few of the returning knights have come back from patrols, but they would be housed in the western wing of the castle…have any other nobility come?

"Was it someone you had served before?"

"No, My Lord."

Alright, so that rules out the returning Lady of the North…which makes sense, she is a lovely woman who reprimanded a knight for being too brusque with a servant upon her last visit. Which would leave…

Ah.

Well.

"Was it Lord Eustace?"

A pause. A long pause. The longest pause since they had begun talking. Arthur waits, his breath caught in his throat. George has to be the one to tell him. He can't guess this one. Well, he can, from how long George is taking to answer, but he has to be the one to put it to words. It is his pain, he must be the one to name it.

It feels a small eternity before George bows his head.

"Yes, My Lord."

"I am sorry to hear it," Arthur says, meaning every word, "and it will not happen again."

"He knows me, My Lord. He asks for me specifically."

"And he can ask until he is blue in the face. You will not have to serve him ever again. I will have someone else—"

"No!"

Arthur stops immediately, raising a hand to hush the poor man who looks terrified that he just interrupted. "Why not?"

"He'll—it will happen to them too," George whispers, stealing frantic glances at the door as if Lord Eustace would burst through at any moment—he wouldn't, he wouldn't dare—"please, just—I can deal with it, My Lord."

"You shouldn't have to. You won't have to. I won't send another servant," he relents, just to make George's shoulders move away from his ears, "but I cannot allow this to continue, whether it's to you or anyone else, do you see?"

"…yes, My Lord."

"Thank you for telling me, George, truly. It took great courage to do that." George turns his head away again, but it seems it's more to hide his reddening face than anything. "I give you my word, it will be dealt with."

"You truly are a man of great kindness, sire."

It doesn't feel empty this time. Arthur smiles. "Leave the tray. I'm not quite finished with it yet, Merlin can take care of it. And George?"

"Yes, My Lord?"

"If any of the servants have a problem with anyone, tell them to come to me, yes?"

"Yes, My Lord."

Arthur likes to think maybe word got around a little quicker after Lord Eustace was thoroughly humiliated on the training grounds the next day. Or, at the very least, the man would think twice about raising his hand to a servant again. He also thinks perhaps that this doesn't need to get back to Merlin. He doesn't need to see that shit-eating grin in real life too.

(Merlin knows. Merlin always knows.)

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #george (merlin) #arthur pendragon #dragonbabbles #fic

[beanghostprincess]

it is i again... strawhats/revolutionaries enjoyer (sabosan/koanami)

im just thinking about oblivious sanji and koala vs struggling sabo and nami

sanji is oblivious because well. he doesnt recognize when someone is attracted to him... and koala is oblivious because shes not 100% sure if nami likes her that way (despite being painfully obvious) (im sure koala would def know but i jsut think it's a little bit funny)

like sabo and nami writing the most romantic letters Ever to their crushes and then sanji's like "? this is from luffy's brother but for who?" (WHO ELSE DOES SABO TALK TO MOST ASIDE FROM LUFFY !!!) and koala just reads nami's letter and goes "aw this is sweet. im sure the receiver is going to appreciate this :]"

(also alternatively, oblivious nami so sabo and koala are Both struggling...) oblivious nami is her not being sure if koala even likes girls so when koala is romantic with her shes just like "??? does she mean this in a friendly way? what does she mean by this?"

Hello, my beloved Sabosan/Koanami enjoyer, may I interest you with my very very normal and not insane feelings about this idea? 🙏🏻 (I am not normal. Nor sane).

Sanji is oblivious because his self-esteem rests at the bottom of the fucking ocean and the guy can't fathom the concept of somebody liking him, even less being in love with him. He goes around the world giving love but the second somebody else returns it he's like "huh, this is nice. I wonder if this feeling has a name. I am sure they're just this nice to everybody else and it has nothing to do with their perception of me". So, yeah, trying to flirt with Sanji is... Hard. On the other hand, Koala is oblivious because, even if she accepts the possibility of Nami liking her back, she doesn't know if it's love or just a short-term crush. They're always joking about Nami having a lot of girlfriends, so for Koala, who probably has only thought about one person besides Nami romantically, it's a bit weird to guess if Nami truly has strong feelings for her.

So this makes Sabo and Nami go absolutely insane trying to find ways to make the other two realize they're in love with them. Without saying it out loud either because despite being in love and often reckless with these things... They don't want to jump to conclusions. They want to court them, or something like that. Sabo is a writer, and we all know that, so he comes up with this plan and starts writing letters to Sanji. They're the most romantic, Jane Austen, poetic letters about yearning in the whole universe. The thing is-- He doesn't personally give them to Sanji, he just leaves them in the kitchen for him to find, because he's a writer but he's also a moron. And Sanji instantly gets jealous and frustrated and "Who- Who is he talking to except me????" because Sabo isn't even that close to the rest of the crew, tbh. He's always with either Luffy or Sanji and Sanji thought they had something special going on. So it's kind of breaking his heart to find the letters, and if he needs some space between them, Sabo thinks he has fucked up by confessing and Sanji doesn't feel the same. Yay! Miscommunication! Meanwhile, Nami steals the idea like the burglar she is and starts writing letters for Koala too. Unlike Sabo, she actually does give them to her, but Koala genuinely thinks Nami is asking for her opinion?? And it makes her extremely sad, but Koala just goes "Oh! This is great, Nami. I'm sure the girl you're in love with will definitely fall for you now" and Nami wants to jump into the sea and drown.

So now you have Sanji, who's not speaking to Sabo because he feels a bit betrayed and it's hard to be next to him now that he thinks Sabo loves somebody else. And Koala, who tries hard to help Nami with the letters and wants to be next to her even if it's to support her with a crush that makes her terribly sad. And both Sabo and Nami are going through the worst time of their lives.

(And Nami being the oblivious one is also really funny because not knowing if a girl is a sapphic or not and having a "is this platonic or romantic????" crisis happens to every lesbian in the world. I raise you, btw, oblivious Sabo for the same reason because he truly thinks Sanji is girl-crazy only).

#this is amazing your asks are always the best #sabosan and koanami living in my mind rent free forever #sabo and nami bonding over the fact that they're pining idiots #koala and sanji bonding because they think their crushes don't like them back #everybody on the crew being extremely done with them and their telenovela #one piece #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #revolutionary sabo #koala one piece #sabosan #koanami

[theearlgreymage]

I AM READY FOR SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY FOR ONCE!!

I may have taken some mental health days this week and spent all of my free time writing.

Worked a lot on May Their Blood Boil -- I have officially finished the first arc of this beast of a fic!! It's sitting just shy of 80k (and now I have to edit it and I do not want to in the slightest.)

And a bunch of silly little one-shots. So I actually have WORDS for everyone today.

6 Sentence Excerpt from Chapter XXII of May Their Blood Boil

It didn’t work last time.  When I took the [redacted] down to the heart of Eldia - nothing happened.  It should have bound him to the palace. Tied him to the land. Let the soil feed off of [redacted] until it was sated.  But it didn’t work. 

6 Paragraph Excerpt from Untitled Reincarnation One-Shot

Things weren’t perfect. Levi still found himself suspended on occasion, mostly for fighting or being disrespectful to his teachers. But he got away with more than he should have as everyone in the school quickly learned that Levi would do anything for Erwin.  Most of his fights were over Erwin.  Smacking someone’s lunch tray out of their hand for calling Erwin a teacher’s pet. Kicking someone in the back of their knees for insinuating that Erwin was a nerd. Pushing someone against the chain link fence behind the school for stealing Erwin’s notebook.  It didn’t take long for Levi to gain a reputation as Erwin’s guard dog.  Erwin, meanwhile, was more discrete in his defense of Levi. Pinning a boy against the stall of the restroom and threatening him with a cold voice for spreading rumors about Levi. Quietly telling a teacher that someone who had tried to steal Levi’s jacket in gym that they were cheating on a test. Tripping someone and sending them flying down the stairs for insulting Levi while being sure to leave no witnesses.  By the end of Levi’s first year at Trost Middle School, the duo had a reputation for being an inseparable pair that shouldn’t be trifled with. 

6 Sentence Excerpt from Untitled PWP One-Shot that I fully blame @ic3-que3n for

Grabbing at the lapels of Erwin’s canvas jacket, Levi’s words are slurred as he tries to find feeling in his mouth. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some kid.”  Erwin spins them suddenly, pinning Levi against the edge of his desk with a tone that’s meant to be playful. “Then don’t act like one, boy.”  The tremble of pleasure that causes catches Levi entirely off guard. Never having thought about, considered even, the prospect of Erwin talking to him in such a way. 

However Many Words I Fucking Feel Like Excerpt from Untitled Client & Secretary One-Shot

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Three concise buzzes that tell me that it’s from the dark little app that I indulge in late at night.  Normally, I wouldn’t check it during the work day.  He’s too much of a distraction. But I need a distraction right now. And I did tell him to tell me about his job interview - which was … today.  No.  Pulling my phone from my pocket, I see the 1 Unread Message from Levi across the top of my screen.  It couldn’t be.  Pressing my thumb on the sensor to unlock my phone, I tap on the message notification.  Levi [3:42PM] : You said you wanted to hear how my interview went. I got the job on the spot.  It’s just a coincidence.   I type out my reply as I walk back to my desk. Not wanting to ignore the man that has captivated my every thought outside of work.  The Commander [3:43PM] : That’s wonderful news!  This could be terrible news.  Grabbing the folder that Hange left for me, I throw it open. Scanning the top of the page for the name of my new secretary.   Levi Ackerman.  Fuck. 

Hello's to all my online friends who I am terrible at staying in contact with below the cut.

And apologies for still being on my AOT bullshit. I swear I have outlines for CO fics. Swear. Promise. I'm just chasing the dopamine and serotonin lately.

@ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @artsyunderstudy @krisrix @stardustasincocaine @upuntil6am @buffy @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-snake @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @skeedelvee @stitchyqueer @theimpossibledemon @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @thewholelemon @yellobb

#six sentence sunday #six paragraph sunday #however many words I want sunday #The universe won't let me rest #So I told the universe to fuck off and hid from my responsibilities #And then I wrote a lot #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fic #snk fic #eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #levi x erwin #erwin x levi #somebody go read May Their Blood Boil please

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Hello stranger, I saw you asking about gen v supe names so I come bearing offerings:

For Marie, the best I've heard so far is Heartstring (which I think would work especially well if we're imagining vought's influence, and trying to push Marie as the new Starlight) I also like Heartstopper and Queen of Hearts, but I think those lean more towards villain names

For Emma, she could keep Cricket, but I like the idea of her picking something to do with her giant form, so: Giantess, or Colossa, or Titania

For Jordan, (now realistically vought would chew them up and give them the most cliche, cringy name possible, but ignoring that) my personal favorite is Pulse or Pulsar.

For Cate, I've seen Push as a good option, but I also like Siren, Whisper, or Piper (as in like the pied piper)

For Andre, I hate to say it but I think he'd just take up Polaris. Though I also think Magneta, (I know it sounds like magneto but TB universe doesn't know that) or Steel would work, I could also see Vulcan (the Roman god of metal) being cool but that might be too niche. (Metallo would be my first choice but it's been used sadly)

For Sam, tbh Sam's powers are pretty stock, so he could probably pick anything he wants. I could see him taking up something that follows the same format as his brother, so: _____ boy (ironically the first choice that I think would come to Sam's mind is superboy, but that is of course off limits, though personally, I'd find it hilarious) maybe Ultra Boy or Power Boy, or the Strong Man (who am I kidding these are all terrible, I've got nothing for Sam... Super Sam?)

Really though when you look at naming conventions (both in the boys and in superhero tradition overall) a lot of heroes' names don't have a ton to do with their powers and are either: highly generic (Superman, Mr. Fantastic, Captain Marvel, Wondee Woman etc) or have to do with a gimic that isn't necessarily related to their powers, so there's actually quite a bit of wiggle room, to just pick whatever sounds good.

Omggg these are great, I wanted to write an au set in the near future, where the cast had their superhero names so thank you for this if you would kindly allow me to steal these names for that purpose 👀👀

Heartstring is so good, it fits Marie so perfectly I gasped because yes exactly. I was thinking Emma should have a name change to kind of symbolise her regaining her autonomy from her mother with how she was forced to portray herself, I'm feeling Titania tbh. I really really like Pulse for Jordan simple effective love love love. Siren for Cate is insane cause not only does it encompass the nature of her powers but it also speaks to how she's used them, how she's lulled her friends into a false sense of security then caused them harm (wiped their memories) like yesssssssss. Ugh this is such a good listttt. Andre I think would change his name from the one he'd inherit from his dad, I was workshopping something like Silver Bandit, Heavy Metal or Ironclad (already in marvel lmao fml) or Steel Knight to pay homage to his rebel without a cause energy. I wanted just Steele but that's already a version of superman I think, John Irons I believe holds that mantle. I think even just Ultra would work as a name for Sam. Or maybe just The Boy like how Kimiko's The Female idk.

Thank you this is so helpful!!!!!

#gen v #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #marie moreau #jordan li #the boys #cate dunlap #andre anderson #emma meyer #sam riordan

[ittostan]

"It Was A Little Mistake"

Part 2 of: “It Was A Little Mistake”

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst-fluff, Happy couple, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing 

Word Count: 1,796 words 9,298 characters

Summary/Request: Bro I loved You're story “it was a little mistake” I was wondering if you could do a second version where Eddie keeps sending the reader letters and letters until the reader finally decides to go the the hellfire club but this is just request if you don't like it you can just ignore it have a nice day or night btw I was literally love you're story's 💕

Eddie was a mess. You saw it. So did everyone else. His hair was much messier, he had eyebags, and dark ones at that, and his style was all over the place too. He usually wears his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather or jean jacket along with ripped jeans or jeans with chains. You loved his style! You loved how outgoing he was sometimes, but once you tried to dress how you liked and were told you looked like a tornado had happened around you, so you stuck to ordinary clothing people saw you in. Eddie was the only person who let you actually be yourself around him and wouldn't call you weird or give you uncomfortable looks. In fact, he matched your energy.

It was Monday and you had just gotten to the school, making your way to your locker, though your eyes were scanning every inch around you for Eddie Munson. Yea, you hated him and never wanted to speak a word to him, but what? You could care about him. You let out a sigh, not seeing him anywhere or his van anywhere outside. You unlocked your locker and opened it to see a letter fall to your feet. A while ago you received a shit ton of letters like you could fill a show box with them, but then they stopped. Now they’re back and it made you feel your cheeks heating up. At first, confusion ran through your body as you leaned down to pick it up and looked at the envelope to see no name or anything. You grabbed whatever book you needed, putting all your other things away and the envelope into your pocket. You walked to your class, dropped your belongings, and sat in the back row.

Getting bored of listening to math, you reached into your back pocket, got the envelope out and brought it in front of you. After a few seconds, you hesitantly opened it, quietly and slowly. You take out the paper from inside, pull it out, unfold it, and see... messy writing. You could barely read (I refuse to believe Eddie Munson would have neat handwriting). ‘I'm sorry [your name]. I really am. I wish I could take everything back. I swear :( come to Hellfire tonight and I'll make it up to you. I just want to see you. Please’ were the words that you read. Eddie didn't sign it, but you knew it was from him. You wanted to smile at the fact he hadn't given up trying to get you back since it made your heart flutter, but the thing was you were still mad at him and he was just a few seats away from you. You slowly turned your head to his seat to see him staring at you, but once you two made eye contact, he looked away, trying to act natural. You let out a sigh and crumbled up the paper, looked at the trash can in the back of the class, and tossed the paper into it (giving very much basketball pro)

You couldn't see the sadness on Eddie's face. But seeing the paper being thrown into the trash can broke his heart. Shattered. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He turned away, so you didn't see his hurt face filled with regret that he even tried to make it up to you. It's almost been a year. Why was he still trying? The sound of the bell ringing could be heard around the school. Students got up and left, as well as you and Eddie did, going your own ways.

Neither of you tried to talk to the other or even look at the other... or that’s what you each thought. Eddie had been stealing little glances at you and you did the same, but you thought the other never looked at the other (because you guys are stupid/j).

Eddie couldn't stand you not being by his side. Whenever he was driving home, he imagined you were sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the music playing on the radio. If you were wondering, he did skip the 7th and 8th periods. But he left you a little something.

After many classes and what felt like an eternity, school ended and you started walking to your car to see another note. "What the hell, Munson?" you mumbled under your breath, then took the paper out of the windshield wipers and unfolded it, reading it to just see

‘HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING

4:00 PM

P.S: Please come.’

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not laughing at it but laughing from wondering how many letters he was going to give you.

You shoved the paper into your pocket and got into your car, putting the key in and turning the car on, reaching into your glove box to pull out a cassette and put it in to play, White Room by Cream. You drove off school property as the music filled your ears and your elbow out the window that was blowing air into the car and messing up your hair. You tapped the wheel to the beat and opened your mouth to sing a bit of the lyrics.

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines.

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station. "

You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes on the road.

As I walked out, I felt my own need, just beginning.

After playing the song two times, you slowed down to park in your driveway and grab your things from the passenger seat, getting out the keys before getting out. You walked into your house and saw that your parent(s) were nowhere to be found, so you went to your room, threw your belongings on the floor, and then heard your phone ring. You walked over to your bed and sat down. You picked the phone up and brought it to your ear. "[last name] residence," he said as he messed with the cord. It was Mike Wheeler? ‘[first and last name?]', the freshman's voice said, "Uhm..yeah." You responded, hearing him sigh in relief, "Thank god you answered! Look, you need to forgive Eddie because he’s completely out of it. Like, it's so bad he gave us a sort of peek of the campaign and even worse is that it sounds nothing like how Eddie would do it! " Mike basically yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear a bit.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't just forgive him like he did nothing."

“Well, fix him or something! He needs fixing!" He yelled one last time before hanging up.

"Geez, when did he become an asshole?" you asked yourself, putting your phone back then laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had said. Was Eddie really that torn over everything? I mean, you were the one who had gotten heartbroken, the one who was shit talked about. You were the one who should've been sad and completely weird! You wondered why Eddie cared so much. He didn't like you. He said so himself! Eddie liked people who gave him space. Is that why he won't get away from you? 

You didn't go to hellfire that night, but Eddie tried again the next week, and the next, and the next, and the one after that, then the next after the next, and the other after that. So on and so on till you gave up and threw away all the letters, grabbing your coat, cruising under your breath, wanting to choke Eddie for so many letters. You didn't hate him 100% but didn't fully love how he was flooding your locker and had people staring at every envelope that fell out when you opened it. You went to Hawkins High and burst through the doors to rush to the hellfire room, kicking the door open, "Eddie. I swear to fucking God if I get one more letter I will-" You got interrupted by the fact that the club wasn't there. Only Eddie and a table with a cloth on it full of roses and takeout food. "Henderson saw you kind of mad at the letters today, so I thought you’d come..and I was right." he chuckled

"What is all this?"

"Our date"

"Our what?"

"Date! To make up for your 20 dollars and to make up for being an asshole "

Your stomach was filled with butterflies flying all around, making you feel happy, your cheeks were heating up; and you were getting nervous. Did he really want this or was it just a joke? He went to the seat you were closer to and pulled it out. "Do you want to have this date?" he asked, making you freeze up. Your mouth moved faster than your mind, blurting out a "yes" and moving to the chair to sit down with Eddie pushing it in for you to hear a small thank you. He sat down in his own chair. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am [your name]. I didn't mean anything I said. I swear it just came out like word vomit and I didn't want it to come out because none of it was true and I didn't want to say any of it! " He said, as you had already started eating your food. You didn't want to forgive him, but now that you think about it, everything he did in almost a year did make up for it..sort of. He gave you 215 letters asking for forgiveness and gave you a few gifts. "I forgive you," you said with a slight smile. You swear you felt better after forgiving him.

The two of you talked happily for almost four hours about how you were during the time you guys didn't talk and how much you missed each other, and after your date, you two left the school and you finally realized. You walked here. Ran. You asked Eddie for a ride, and he laughed at the fact that you were so mad. You ran all the way here, then the two of you got into his van and he drove you home. You leaned over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "You are the most romantic guy I've ever met, Eddie Munson," you said, with your lips against his cheek. He put his hand on your cheek when you pulled away and pulled you into a passionate, sweet kiss. You didn't waste a second kissing back. Was he wearing strawberry chapstick? You pulled away with a smile.

"Goodnight [your name]."

"Goodnight Edward Munson"

Authors Note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!

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[makur0]

I-i see you're making smut stuffs of enstar and I secretly read all of it like the thirsting hoe i am and I love it ur my fav smut writer istg HNGHHH😫

do you accept requests? If you do I'm begging and thirsting for a domNiki x fem!reader NSFW where reader teases him so much because they think that hes a soft guy and wont even try to dominate or go rough but oh how they're so wrong about it~ (he got godly stamina from all the food energy he secretly stored for this) and he filled reader to brim to teach them not judge a book by its cover hngghhh~~~ Im so thirsting for domNiki 🥵

ANYWHOO THANKYOUU IF YOU READ THIS AND CONSIDER TO MAKE IT IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY❤

Teasing (Day 28)

summary — niki hates when you make fun of him, questioning his dominance. when in reality he's a beast when he's on top... [niki shiina x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! niki, switch! reader, teasing (obv), penetration, doggy style, creampie, breeding(mentioned), degradation, overstimulation, manhandling

author's note — when i first got this request it wasn't intended for kinktober, but it had a really good scenario that i did want to write about so i simply just added it to my kinktober list (@5ugarcan3)

word count — 1059

YOU THOUGHT NIKI SHIINA WAS A SOFT GUY.

Well, to be completely honest, you thought he was either completely submissive or gay. Who wouldn't, between him and Rinne?

So to say the least you were surprised when you developed a crush on him, and shocked when he was the one to confess to you. Love is weird, ain't it?

At least you had more time to tease the ever-living shit out of him. Commenting on how well he'll be taking a dildo, or being a complete whore over your cunt, or possibly serving you like the good little boy he was. And whenever he would blush furiously and stutter at your bold comments, more and more were you convinced that he indeed was a bottom. Not that you minded, it was pretty cute...

On the other hand, Niki absolutely loathed it. Why on earth did you get the impression that he was nothing but a little toy for pleasure? Why couldn't he be the one to use toys like that? Not only that, but you were so goddamn cocky about it it just made his blood boil.

"Hey, baby," You jumped on the couch he was sitting on, sliding over to him. Niki froze, his hand tightening around his snack as if you were going to steal it.

"..."

"What, no hi for me?" You sighed, leaning against him and pressing a chaste kiss against his ear, smirking as he blushed a bit. "Alright..."

"No, no-" He swallowed, tucking his bar away from your curious eyes. "Hi uh- how was your day?"

"Absolutely terrible without you," you sighed dramatically, flopping over his lap. "I didn't have my little subby boyfriend attached to my hip, so I had to simply tease somebody else."

At that statement the male scowled, his ears still red. "Huh? What do you-?"

"Aw, is my little guy jealous?" You giggled, pawing at his chin. "Afraid that I'll leave you in the dirt?"

"No," He blurted, his blue eyes widening before slouching back at your laugh. "[name], just-"

"Fuck you dumb to make sure I'm yours?" you babbled, tapping his thigh carelessly. "Aw, Niki, you could've just said that earlier, I would have gladly folded you in half already."

That's not-!

"Oho, is this your snack? Don't mind if i do-o?!"

Last straw.

He snatched your hand from grabbing his snack and shoved it into the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he climbed over you with an annoyed gaze. "Niki?"

"For the last fucking time," He cursed, his low tone making your throat dry up. "I'm not a bottom."

"...Then what are you?" You stupidly said, your voice hoarse. "A service dom?"

He dipped his head down to you, your face so close with his that you were mixing breath.

"You're my little bottom."

You opened your mouth, expecting him to kiss you, but instead he snaked down further and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it harshly. A surprised groan left you, your hands flying up to his hair and slightly tugging at it.

As he was occupied with your neck his fingers slid into your mouth, you opening wide for him as he muffled your noises. You could feel your sex already heating up, now begging for some relief.

Fortunately god was on your side, because he pulled away from you and flipped you over on the couch, tearing off your pants and undergarments. You tried to look over your shoulder to see him but instead his hand forced your face into the pillow, blocking your sight.

You then felt his warm, leaking cock brush against your ass, and you couldn't help but jerk your hips up in a last, feeble attempt to claim dominance. The attempt that was cruelly laughed at and instead earned a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to shake and moan into the couch pillow.

He gave you little time to get set before he pushed right into you, his cock stretching your insides. After grinding into you, cursing under his breath, he leaned over to hook his hands over your shoulder and fucked into you erratically.

Your eyes blew open, your mouth almost biting the pillow now. You never expected him to be this rough to you, let alone top you. But here you were, moaning like a bitch in heat and Niki completely destroying your cunt.

He tugged at your hair, pulling you away from the pillow as he jaggedly hissed into your ear. "Am I still the fucking bottom now? Yeah? Then what does that make you- fuck- you little whore?"

You could only moan out loudly, your head falling back as he was able to fuck into you deeper, reaching places that you haven't even explored yet. Fuck, this just felt so good...

Spots filled your vision as you came suddenly, a shriek leaving your mouth as you were only forced to arch your back more as Niki quickened his pace on you. Jesus, where was all this stamina coming from? How on earth was Niki, the Niki Shiina that you thought was a simple subby male, making you come so easily?

"Stop moving," He grunted, keeping a bruising grip on your waist. "No- stop it. You're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

A strangled whine left you, but all you could do was, well, take it. Two more mind-numbing orgasms later he finally came into you, his hot load coating your insides. He finally let go of your hair, letting you fall down to the couch shakily, but when he started moving again you closed your thighs, mentally begging for it to stop.

He let you close your thighs but simply flipped you sideways, propping your legs up in order to drill back into you again in the new position with the same vigor he's kept up for roughly twenty minutes now.

"I'm going to make sure you know that you're my slut, not me being yours," He groaned out, carding his fingers through your hair. "God, isn't this funny?" Niki laughed out. "Comical, really... I'm gonna fill you up so well your cunt's gonna be leaking for days. That'll be a good reminder not to mess with me again."

...I can't promise that, love. You don't know how hot this is.

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