#it's a horror comedy but it was still pretty fucking good

[idwt-money]

Roomies

MDNI 18+

1.7k words

Noah Sebastian x Fem!Y/n

CW: unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, fingering, little eensy weensy bit of dirty talk

You and Noah had been roommates for a year on the dot. You both took the day and threw a small “celebration”. You had movies, snacks, your favorite fast food places and of course, alcoholic beverages.

Your movie options were wide ranged, from comedy to horror. Horror was your personal favorite but you didn't mind comedy at all.

You were watching The Shining, currently, such a classic movie. You could never get tired of it but Noah was so over it. You had forced him to watch it at least 25 times with you.

“Y/n, this is so boring!! I've seen this movie at least 30 times and you, even more!” He groaned.

“Whatever! It's my favorite!” You pushed off his annoyance and turned back to the movie. You had a bowl of pretzels, popcorn and chocolate chips. It was a good snack to just snack on while you mindlessly watched the movie.

Noah had his own bowl that he had now got up from his laid-back position on the couch, fully sitting up.

“Noah, move!! You're completely blocking the screen.” You rolled your eyes as Noah smirked and chuckled.

“Oh no! What a tragedy!” He sat facing you now, still covering the TV.

He leaned in close and you knew what would happen. You had no time to run away before Noah's hands were on your sides, tickling you.

“No! Noah oh my god!! Let me go!!” You tried to be mindful of your upstairs neighbors but your voice turned into more of a screech.

Noah completely ignored your pleas and continued his business. You wiggled and squirmed and you were now against his chest. You tried your best to get away from his grasp but it was no use.

Luckily, Noah had stopped, giving you a chance to breathe.

“We're going to get a fucking noise complaint because of you.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, whatever. The landlord is a douche anyways.”

Noah's arms were wrapped around you, keeping you safe and sound. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary. You were both single and sometimes just needed to feel loved.

You wouldn't lie, you found Noah attractive. His tattoos were appealing and his muscles had become more defined since he moved in and his hair had such a nice cut. You would joke about his scar from the lip piercing he had ages ago.

You and Noah had started off as strangers but now you were more inseparable as ever could be.

You were falling asleep as Noah was rocking you both back and forth on the couch, it was pretty late but luckily neither of you had work in the morning. It had worked out perfectly.

“Don't fall asleep on me, now.” His voice was low and rough but yet so comforting.

“Hm? I'm not!” You looked up at him and smiled.

“Seems like you might be.” He softly laughed.

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

He gave a soft kiss to your forehead. Usually, they would be friendly and would just be a soft peck, but this one was different.

It lasted longer, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer. For a split second, you thought something might have been wrong with him.

“Are you okay, Noah?” Your eyes gave concern when he pulled away.

“I'm perfectly fine, angel.” He smiled.

Angel was a nickname he used often with you when he was being cutesy. A blush rose to your cheeks, your face now being flushed pink.

“You look like one of those anime characters when they blush. You know, with the three blush lines?” His eyes were focused on yours, one hand now playing with their hair.

“Angel?” He sounded anxious.

“Yes, Noah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

A moment of silence was shared between you two before you nodded.

He took it slow and gave you a spiderman kiss. You smiled into the kiss and held onto his arm. When he pulled away, you pulled him back in.

You wanted this for a long time without even knowing.

This kiss was deeper, more meaningful. The first kiss was to seemingly test the waters. To see if either you or him had felt like it was right.

It felt more than right.

In no time, your tongues were dancing around each other and Noah's hand (with permission of course) was starting to explore your body.

His left hand groped your tits while his right hand was slowly dipping into your panties. He was taking too long for your liking, so you took it in your hands and moved his fingers under the waistband of your panties, letting him feel the pool of wetness he had caused you.

It caused him to break from the kiss, letting a soft moan escape from his lips. Instead of going back to your lips, he kissed along your neck. His middle and ring finger started to move along in small circles on your clit. Every so often gliding them up and down your cunt to collect the new wetness that had pooled up.

You leaned your head to the side and watched his hand move from your cunt to remove your pajama pants and underwear.

“Fuck I bet your pussy looks so damn pretty, angel.”

He took in your scent, the perfume you worse drove him up the wall. He could devour you in seconds if you'd allow him.

He had you open your legs, sliding his fingers through your cunt once more before plunging them into you. Your breath was caught in the back of your throat. God only knows how long it's been since you've been fucked, let alone fingered, by another person.

“Oh, god…Noah-” You started to grind against his hand, feeling his free hand grip you tight. You could feel his cock harden and twitch under your back. The way you're moving your body only made it worse. Your back rubbing against Noah's cock was making him go crazy.

His fingers curled up into your g-spot, causing you to shutter and snap your legs closed.

“Don't you dare. Keep them open, angel.”

You tried your best to do as he said. It was so hard. The pleasure was all too much and your body was on the verge of taking a mind of its own.

“Noah- oh god, Noah..” Your cunt tightened and clenched around his fingers, signaling how close you were to him. Noah didn't have to say anything to you to let you get yourself over the edge.

It crashed into you. After fucking yourself for so long, having someone else touch you was undescribable.

Your nails dug into his arm and you slowly came down.

When you had gained your energy back, you turned around, facing Noah, sitting on your knees.

“Take your shorts off.”

“Are you sure, angel? You don't have to-”

“Noah, shut up. Let me have you.”

With no further questions, Noah threw his clothes somewhere in the living room. His cock was utterly beautiful. It had a pretty pink tip, veins running up and down the shaft and god it made you drool.

You spit onto it, stroking it once or twice, so it wouldn't hurt as much when you sat on it.

You desperately wanted to wrap your lips around it and suck him dry, but he denied.

“I won't last long enough, please just let me feel you. Fuck, please, angel.” His words were more so pleas than directions.

You took your shirt off, along with his as you started to crawl into his lap. Once the rest of your clothes were discarded, you sat down on his cock.

Your mouth hung open as Noah's eyes rolled back. You steadied yourself by putting your hands on either side of Noah's shoulders. Noah took charge and placed his hands on your waist.

“Holy shit. You feel like heaven on fucking earth.” His voice was breathy and it made your pussy flutter around him.

You started off by grinding on his cock, letting yourself adjust to his size. He was bigger than you expected and definitely bigger than anyone else you had slept with before.

“You're so fucking big. Holy shit!”

He smirked and started to slightly bounce you up and down. Once you caught onto the pace Noah set, You took it into your own hands.

Noah made a ponytail in his hand and softly pulled your head backwards. He placed a fat hickey onto your neck. He knew you'd be pissed, he knew it would highschool behavior but fuck, he couldnt help it. It looked so perfect on you. Made by him.

Your eyes rolled back and you let your legs do the work for you. Noah was meeting you halfway, thrusting his hips to fuck even deeper into you.

You swore you could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

You knew you'd be sore as fuck tomorrow but it'd all be worth it for the sex you were having with the man in front of you.

“Fuck, you have no idea…how long…I've wanted to do this..” He spoke between catching his breath.

You heard the wet noises from your pussy and your skin hitting together. Weirdly, it was such a hot sound, knowing the cause made you even wetter. You were dripping down your thigh and onto Noah's pelvis bone.

You both were an absolute mess but it felt so good. Neither of you could think straight and all you wanted was to feel was Noah's cock pump you full of his babies.

Noah knew all of your ins and outs. You had many conversations of your kinks and fantasies, solely as friends. Mostly when you were drinking or getting high, but nonetheless, he remembered them all.

“Wanna feel my babies, hm? Feel me stuff you full of my cum.” His words were harsh but his body language was so soft and gentle. Despite his cock completely abusing your cunt.

You nodded, tears building up in your waterline.

“God, yes please Noah. I wanna feel you.”

You felt your stomach tighten up, like a rubber band that was ready to explode.

“Pl-please!!” You cried out

“Cmon, angel. Do it with me. You got it, baby.”

Sweat was building up on his toned chest, making him look even more attractive, if that was at all possible.

Within the next three thrusts, Noah had painted your insides. It made you feel so warm and fucked out. It was utter bliss.

You collapsed on Noah's chest, heaving for air.

Noah's hand ran through your hair as he thanked you.

“Want me to run you a shower, angel?”

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[saucy-mesothelioma]

As eerie as the Monument Mythos are, they're surreal and mystique, it's like dark ambience, they don't have this evilness and outright terror as opposed to other series. It's like the stories have eternal layers, with each we see, there's more for the eyes. The stories are connected somehow yet seems to be unique in their own ways

Other horrors are great, I like the fucking terrifying imagery of unspeakable horror, but sometimes horror can be pretty comforting

Btw AMERICAN ANATOMY is great though, I love watching Alex's old works. This guy really has dozens of morbidly creative ways to portray his Country

Reminds me of a short Analog Horror made by a native in my country which is about my Country's mythology and culture, it's in my language and it's a rough pilot for now, it's called Nymp Syndrome and I have hope for it to be continued. The Analog Horror in my country isn't all that well-developed since it's still a new concept for Creators but I saw some promising stuff and I hope I'll see some innovative Analog Horror medias in the future

Btw have you seen Dominoverse? It's really good

I honestly couldn't have said it better myself. Horror can be such an incredible thing, especially when it balances it's horror (in whichever from it takes, whether it be outright terror or something more subtle) with other themes. And those are the ones that can really stick with you after you watch them because it's more than just scares, it's a sort of experience. Over the Garden Wall is probably one of my favorite examples of this. It's such a comforting show to me, but the show's message pertains a lot to the ideas of death and fear of the unknown. It's the kind of horror that's not at the forefront, yet it's still there and it can really pull at you if you're thinking about it. Skinamarink is another good one; it leans more into the horror aspect than OTGW, but like The Thing its horror is more suspense related and the terror that comes with the seemingly familiar since Skinamarink deals with that sort of childhood fear of the dark. These are some of the reasons that horror is one of my all-time favorite genres. They can confront some of the most complex aspects of fear or even humanity in general, and they can bring these messages about in a way that sticks with you long after you finish watching them. As for Dominoverse, I'd never even heard of it until I looked it up for this ask. I gave the first episode a look though and it definitely seems interesting, so I'll definitely give the rest of the playlist a watch. Also I'm glad that you've got an analog horror short that uses your country's culture and mythology. When a specific media relates to your culture specifically and it's done well, it's really something special. Even though it's still a new concept, I hope you get more good analog horror in that vein!

#thanks for introducing me to something new! #I love having new things to watch #especially when those things are horror #and seriously analog horror relating to a specific culture/mythology is so fucking cool #I gave the video a quick look and I really wish I knew the language so I could understand it better #it looked pretty good though from what I could gather #I really wish my specific culture had better horror stories based on it #because pretty much all of the ones that do exist are just “the rednecks in the woods are all stupid inbreeds and will shoot you on sight” #literally only horror movie I've seen so far that hasn't portrayed us like that is Tucker and Dale VS Evil #it's a horror comedy but it was still pretty fucking good #asks #answered asks

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

#i REALLY didn't mean to make this look like theyre fucking #it just happened i apologize #either way the fanfic is pretty good! #but i couldn't help but realise the writer stook to the horror genre like glue #and didn't think to point out how objectively funny that like. #Rarity is sleeping with a copy of applejack #incredibly akward #incredibly funny #also shoutout to when ghosts are born from a wish #fuckin LOVE that. much better than “some guy died here” #Rarity haunted herself because of her awfull loneliness #lucky for her the real thing has come to the rescue #applejack #rarity #rarijack #mlp #my little pony #suggestive #I GUESS!!! #fanfiction #pony posting #The Haunting of Carousel Boutique #friendship is magic #personaly i coulda done with more romance and smidge bit more of comedy #but the fic is still very VERY well put together #one genre fics are unrelatable to me but i respect the hell outta it

[dallaji]

Save some room for us.

♡ bada lee x reader / NSFW❗

SUMMARY: This could’ve been a perfect night: it was your first time being invited to a sorority house party and you were promised alcohol, decent music and good company. So naturally, because nothing is ever truly perfect, your ex-situationship had to be a part of said sorority.

WORD COUNT: 7k

CW: ex-fwb, university setting, lengthy smut (like 50% ratio), both bada and reader are switches, relationship is the epitome of "its complicated", bada is a mess but please forgive her, author has never used a dating app before, kinda angsty?? hopeful ending though!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was inspired by this post by @moonsvrse but it honestly spiralled so um, i'm so sorry if it's not what you hoped it'd be (╥﹏╥).

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It was almost comedic, honestly.

When Minah had invited you to her sorority’s house party with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes, you had said yes without a second thought. It wasn’t your scene at all, but you and Minah shared a Sociolinguistics class that became considerably less boring once you sat down next to each other. 

Usually a Saturday night was spent with your two roommates, eating at the cheap fast food joint around the corner of your shared dorm: you were always back in the comfort of your own room before the clock struck 11pm. For the sake of experience you decided, why not. Maybe you’ll finally get a taste of that wild university life.

Now, at 11:05pm, you were crammed into a sorority house with at least 150 other people: the bottom of your sneakers sticky after stepping in an unidentified puddle on the floor, speakers blaring whatever Spotify selected for the RapCaviar playlist that week, and a bottle of lukewarm beer in your hand. It was fine, though. Minah had introduced you to some of her friends who you had hit it off with quite effortlessly. One girl called Lusher couldn’t stop gushing over your outfit, though by this point she had knocked back quite a few drinks.

You were having a good time.

But it became comedic once you headed to the kitchen with the group of girls to grab more drinks and were faced with a ghost from a not-so-distant past.

Bada Lee was leaning over the kitchen counter, smiling sweetly at a girl chattering animatedly in front of her. She looked just as attractive as you remembered her. Perhaps even more so.

Naturally, your first ever house party had to be hosted by a sorority she was seemingly a part of. 

Really. It was straight out of a comedy skit.

Bada and you had met on a dating app about a year ago: you saw a picture of a girl standing tall in a dance studio while donned in a sweater, jogger and Jordans, and you had instinctively swiped right. You don’t know what Bada had thought of your low effort selfie - posing inside a coffee shop - but it must’ve impressed her somehow. You were matched by the end of the day. 

“fuck marry kill: han so hee, bruce wayne, me” had been her introductory line. And despite your answer (you had, in fact, answered that you would kill Bada), you did end up fucking after spending your first date at a dim sum restaurant. 

This was, coincidentally, right after she had confessed she wasn’t interested in anything serious right now. She had still wanted to meet you however. You were, in her words, “too pretty not to take out”. 

You didn’t have a lot of time to mull over the initial disappointment, because she was fingers deep in you later that same day; lips attached to your neck and a rogue hand fondling your breast. Regrettably, the sex had been ridiculously good.

Chin up, though! It wouldn’t be the last time. 

The second “date” was spent watching a schlocky horror flick in her small dorm, before you ate her out on the couch until she was shaking and panting underneath you; bad movie and takeout pizza long forgotten. What you had initially disregarded as an incredible one-night stand became a biweekly hookup for the 5 months that followed.

The both of you had set rules in place, though these were mostly driven by Bada: this was just sex. She didn’t have the time or the “emotional bandwidth” for anything serious. 

The problem was that the lines got blurred pretty quickly. After a month you had begun meeting up without the pretense of sex hanging in the air. You would rent some more schlocky horror movies together and actually watch them, popcorn propped up in your laps. She would wait up for you after class to go grab some coffee, even if her own schedule was mismatched. You had cooked chicken noodle soup in a pinch at her dorm when she was down with the flu. She would slip her arms around your waist from behind and call you her “baby” in the softest voice.

And yet, the rules were simple. There were no strings attached to this arrangement, and you would be reminded in subtle ways. While you knew how she liked her eggs in the morning and that she’d much rather spend her time on watching terrible TLC reality shows than studying for her finals, you had no clue who her friends were or what hometown she grew up in. Sometimes your text messages would go unread for days at a time, but she would still post on Instagram. Bada’s Tinder profile picture would change every now and then, despite her continuously finding her way back into your bed.

But it had been fine. The rules were simple, and it never really drove you to heartbreak levels of sadness. At the very worst you had been annoyed by her flakiness, but you enjoyed her company too much to ever mention it. 

That was until you woke up one day to find yourself blocked on Instagram, her account set to private without a clarification or even a final goodbye. You had sent exactly one text asking if everything was alright, but it never went through. Her Tinder profile stopped updating. The message was more than clear, and you were not one to chase someone down. You were much too prideful for that.

A few days after being locked out of her life, your roommate (who had taken it upon herself to keep tabs on your past situationship) showed you a picture of Bada wrapped around a girl who was everything you were not: where she looked soft, you were sharp edges; where she was exuberant, you were placid. And then everything clicked. She had met someone who made her want to go steady, and that person was resoundingly not you. 

You met your roommate’s eyes with such a forced indifference, it almost felt defiant: “Good for her.” You had mumbled, unpausing the TLC reality show Bada and you used to watch together.

Thus, exactly as she had bulldozed into your life, she had promptly disappeared. You, too, stopped using Tinder. When your friends asked about your dating life, you would shrug and say you didn’t have the time for it. But truthfully, the pit in your stomach became a permanent fixture whenever the topic arose. 

You carried on with your life; there were no “stuffing yourself with chocolate” or “locking yourself in your bedroom sobbing”, but the hurt you felt was akin to pulling back when a candlelight grew bigger under the palm of your hand. You felt slighted and confused, frustrated that she never felt an explanation was warranted. But perhaps this was your problem: putting expectations on a woman like Bada, who had never done the same for you. The rules had been simple, after all.

It had been 7 months since then, and you had genuinely not thought of the girl in a long time. Yet there you stood, frozen in the doorframe as Minah and her friends rushed into the kitchen. The way Bada was looking at the girl in front of her almost reminded you of the way she looked at you on that faithful first date. The girl in question, however, looked nothing like the girlfriend she had introduced to the world months prior.

You were normal about it.

So normal that you had traced your steps back unnoticed and hid around the corner with your back pressed against the wall. A guy you didn’t know gawked at you like you were a safety risk, but you were too busy trying to think of an escape plan to really pay attention.

“Bada! We were looking for you earlier— Wait, Minah, where’d your friend go?” You heard Lusher’s voice question.

“Oh? I swear she was just behind me.”

“Friend?” The familiarity of Bada’s voice made your stomach churn. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

“Yeah! Don’t think you know her, she’s in my Sociolinguistics class— Seriously, where’d she run off to?”

“Sociolinguistics, you said?” 

You couldn’t listen to it any more: you downed your beer with a grimace, left the bottle on a nearby table and then pushed through the partygoers. The living room was currently packed with people dancing, playing beer pong or lazing on and around the couch. It was busy enough to drown yourself in the crowd and thus slip away from Minah’s searching eyes.

You found a free spot on the carpet in front of the television and sat down unceremoniously, legs crossed as the partygoers around you did not spare you a single glance; way more focused on things you weren’t doing. Like having fun, for example. 

You suddenly became much more conscious of how loud the music was. It was absolutely going to leave your ears ringing once you were back in the safety of your own bed. 

Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you sent your roommate a tentative text asking if she was still awake and could come pick you up. You would give it half an hour, you told yourself. If she didn’t get back to you beforehand, you were honest to god willing enough to call an Uber.

You kept track of your surroundings, dropping your head whenever you noticed Minah or her friends move around the room. You could’ve sworn they were calling for your name. Luckily no one else in the sorority house knew you, so your cover wasn’t blown.

It took 20 minutes.

You had been scrolling through your Instagram feed when a beer bottle was shoved under your nose. Flinching, as if you were snapped out of a trance, you looked up only to meet the eyes of the one person you had been trying to avoid.

Bada had come to sit next to you on the floor while you weren’t paying attention, and held out the drink with a soft smile. There was a point in time where you were obsessed with that smile, but right now it was ticking you off. 

“Hey there.” She sounded painfully nonchalant as if she were greeting an old friend, voice loud enough to be audible over the music. You suppose she was, if you were to have a habit of making out with people you considered old friends.

You felt like a cornered animal; your brain urging you to just get up, walk away and call an Uber, but your body remained frozen in place. You took the beer from her hand with little acknowledgment, breaking your shared eye contact, and took an immediate swig from the bottle.

“Hi.” You muttered bitterly, staring straight ahead.

“Never pegged you as a sorority girl,” She was still looking at you, smile unmoving as she brought her own drink to her lips, “Minah invited you?”

“Yup.” You popped the ‘P’, turning the bottle in your hand to keep your eyes occupied. “Could say the same for you.”

“I moved out of my dorm at the start of the semester. This place is much bigger, so the sorority formalities are only a small sacrifice.” Bada laughed good-naturedly, as her head tilted to the side to get a better look at you, wordlessly encouraging you to meet her halfway.

You kept your eyes on your drink, fighting the urge to ask her what the hell she could even want from you. “Cool.” 

“How have you been?”

Was she really going through all the steps of small talk 101? 

“Fine, what about you?” You took another swig from the bottle.

“Okay,” Bada replied vaguely, but the amiable smile did not leave her face, “What is it you did again- Political science?”

You tightened the grip on your bottle and scoffed, tongue digging in the hollow of your cheek. She knew damn well that you had a major in Anthropology. The smart thing to do would be to get up and leave, but you liked having a retort ready: something Bada had said she loved about you in the past.

“What is it that you did? Computer science?” You looked up at Bada, who was very much a Dance major. 

For the first time Bada’s smile faltered. Perhaps it was something about the look in your eyes or the combativeness in your body language, but it was enough to downturn the corners of her mouth. She put down her drink. “Sorry, I thought—” She began, suddenly unsure of what to say, “I was joking.” 

“I don’t know what you think.” You retorted plainly. The words, which were clearly not only meant for the current conversation you were having, hung in the air like a dark cloud. “Look, I didn’t know you were going to be here. So before you get the wrong idea—”

“I’m sorry.” Bada blurted, but her eyes were no longer scanning your face and rather seemed much more preoccupied with the sleeves of her hoodie, slender fingers picking at the fabric.

“You already said that.” You sighed, not letting up. You didn’t like the sudden rigidity in her posture, but it was hard not to feel like your anger was well founded. 

“I know you wouldn’t know I would be here. It’s not like I…” She glanced up at the ceiling and gestured vaguely with her hands. “It’s not like you would’ve had a way of finding out.”

You arched an eyebrow, quietly waiting for her to continue.

Bada pressed her lips together in a fine line, worrying the skin between her teeth as she pondered her next words carefully. “I’m sorry for the way I left things.” Finally, she turned to look at you, her eyes intense and pleading. For a second your mouth went dry, vaguely registering how close she was. You wanted to scoot away, but her stare was begging you to hear her out. “A lot was happening— A lot has happened. I was a complete coward, and so immature, I- I’ve regretted it since.” 

“You could’ve unblocked me any time.” You spoke slowly.

“I could’ve.” Bada agreed, scanning your face. “Maybe I’m still a coward. But then I saw you just now and…” Her lips parted as she mulled over her next words: “I don’t know. I just needed to talk to you.”

The bottle of beer was becoming lukewarm in your hold. You didn’t like seeing this Bada: guilt and shame written all over her face and shrunken into herself. It seemed completely unnatural to the girl you had come to know for those 5 months, who did everything but make herself smaller. You desperately wanted to tell her everything was okay, but you knew you would regret leaving things unsaid. Even now, when you think back to the moment where you found yourself locked out of all her accounts, you could feel your heart plummeting down your chest so vividly; as if you were experiencing it all over again.

“You didn’t owe me a lot,” You admitted, attempting to hide the quiver in your voice, feeling silly as soon as the words had left you, “but you could’ve said something. Anything.” 

“Yes.” Her voice was almost a whisper, eyes downcast. “I want to tell you everything that was going through my mind at the time but, maybe not now.” 

“Maybe not now.” You concurred. Not because you weren’t near desperate to know, but rather the timing didn’t feel right. You almost felt like she had to fight for the right to tell you what had happened. She should have to fight for your listening ear.

“You have actually been doing good?” Your eyes met again, and something about the way she spoke sounded hopeful; prodding.

“I’ve been good.” You replied, unsure of how to navigate the conversation any further. 

You had half expected her to get up and leave with that, perhaps deem this closure enough to go on with her night, but she stayed put. Bada took another sip of her beer, the way her shoulders sagged an indication of how uneasy she felt. Yet she stayed put. You took this moment to take her in with a more discerning eye: her hair loose and dyed in streaks as opposed to the blonde head of hair you had met her with. She was in an oversized t-shirt and baggy pants, bright tech sneakers carrying over the colors of her outfit. Just as she had been in the past, she was your polar opposite. You were all sleek lines, minimalism and soft colors, your belted loose-fitting dress pants not fitting the energy of the party whatsoever.

Then, you noticed something colorful on her forearm.

“Is that a breakup tattoo?” You blurted dryly, eyes glued to the intricate wave drawn on her skin.

Bada chuckled, holding out her arm with a smile. “Something like that.” 

“Never pegged you as the type.” You parroted the drawl of the same words she had used earlier, and Bada shook her head with a disbelieving grin. “When’d you get it?”

Her grin wavered, slowly morphing into something more calculating as she tilted her head to lock eyes with you once more: “About 7 months ago, give or take.”

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You barely noticed the doorknob pressing into your lower back as Bada held you down by your hips, your lips locked in a hungry kiss as the muffled sounds of the party downstairs thumped underneath you. Your fingers carded through her hair as she pushed her tongue past with a deep, shaky inhale through her nostrils. One of her hands came up to cradle the side of your face, deepening the kiss with the urgency of a starved person zeroing in on their last meal: if they wavered, it may be frisked away from under their nose.

The kiss was all spit and heavy breathing, mouths gliding together fluidly as if you had choreographed this in the past. Bada hummed approvingly into your mouth as your hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled upwards, eager to feel her bare skin again. She broke the kiss with a wet noise, albeit apprehensively, and let you tug the fabric off, leaving her in a mere sports bra. Your hands smoothed along her waist, reacquainting yourself as she licked into your mouth again without hesitation, now both hands cradling your face as if she was marveling at a treasure. 

A particularly eager suck on your tongue made you moan against her lips, and Bada parted the kiss with a smug grin, half-lidded eyes scanning your features in amazement. “Your turn.” She whispered, gaze back on your saliva-slicked lips. 

Before she could kiss you again, you crossed your arms over your stomach and pulled your sweater over your head, revealing a non-padded lace bra; the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Something about the look in Bada’s eyes deepened as you both kicked your shoes off in a hurry, and she made immediate work of your belt: tugging at it roughly, your hips pulled forward by the force she exerted, before unhooking the clasp and throwing the garment on the pile of clothes left in your shared wake. 

She planted one hand next to your head, against the wooden door, as the other one clutched onto your waist with a burning touch, effectively keeping you in place. Her parted lips attached themselves to the crook of your neck and she let her tongue swirl against the patch of skin, drawing a quivery exhale from you. Baring your neck further, you allowed her to mark you up without a second thought, and she seemed to take that job very seriously.

“You haven’t changed.” Bada noted against your skin, her breath skirting along your earlobe. Something about the tone of her voice sounded delighted at the fact, and you felt your lower stomach warm up impossibly more. 

She kissed her way to your collarbones, your skin shivering at the sensation and letting your hands find purchase atop her shoulders. You let your head fall back against the door with a quiet ‘thud’, back arching when she sucked another hickey right above your cleavage. Then, her hands came up to your chest, squeezing your breasts together and watching the way your cleavage deepened. She bent over and licked up a stripe along the slit, tongue digging into the crease. You pushed your chest out instinctively, sucking in your lower lip.

Bada locked eyes with you as she brought her lips to one of your breasts, letting her tongue lap across the lace fabric covering your nipples. Your hand came up to tuck her hair behind her ear, your movements delicate as she licked at your other nipple, forcing them to stiffen under the heat of her tongue. Her soft hums reverberated against your skin, her thumbs digging right below the hem of your bra and skirting along your underbreasts.

Impatiently you brought your hand up to your back and unclasped your bra. Bada moved away, watching the fabric drop to the floor with a bemused expression, but her hands immediately pressed over your breasts in a possessive manner, kneading the flesh before locking your lips once again. Teeth clashed together, the desperation in both your ministrations making the kiss so uncoordinated you were both left panting. She nudged her hips against yours, writhing against you as your name left her lips.

Your fingers meaningfully hooked underneath the straps of her sports bra. “Your turn.” You mimicked her request from earlier, and she obeyed with a pompous grin. 

But as usual, she had to one up you with a burning defiance in her eyes: she hooked her thumbs into her pants and tugged them off, underwear following suit. Eager hands grabbed onto your hips again as she rotated your positions; your back facing the bed.

“Try to keep up.” She whispered hotly against your mouth, the two of you immediately turning into a mess of limbs and unfocused kisses as she steadily walked you towards her bed. 

The back of your knees hit the edge of her mattress, and you toppled backwards, barely able to register your new position before nimble fingers began unbuttoning your dress pants. Resting on your forearms, you raised your hips to give her easy access and soon enough she pulled off your final garments with haste; leaving the both of you completely bare.

You scooted backwards as Bada climbed on top of you, your arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as she leaned down to kiss your lips, her ass resting in your lap. You had no time to feel skittish about the state you were in, much too familiar with the scenario as Bada’s well acquainted touch found its way to your breasts again, rolling your nipples between her fingers. You missed this, but you would never admit that to her.

Suddenly, she parted the kiss to instead look down at you contemplatively. You tilted your head, a snarky response on the tip of your tongue before the palm of her hand pressed down right above your chest, halting your actions. Her eyes scanned along your figure ravenously, and you, too, took her in: she was somehow both lean and soft, her hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain, strong thighs keeping your hips in place. She was beautiful.

“Do you trust me?” She asked, forefinger tilting your chin upwards.

“No.” You replied honestly, not breaking eye contact.

She grinned wider, finding tremendous joy in your words before she climbed off of you. Leaning over her bed, she began rummaging through her bedside table drawer as you sat up, watching her curiously. You heard a clanging noise when she pulled something silvery out, hiding it behind her back before you could properly register what it was.

“Turn around for me.” She requested, and because you were all bark and no bite, you obeyed.

As soon as your back was facing her, you felt her gentle touch grab a hold of both your wrists, crossing them against your lower back. You felt the cold press of something sharp close around them and lock into place, and heat pooled in your lower stomach, immediately recognizing what she was doing. 

You looked down at the handcuffs wrapped around your wrists over your shoulder before meeting Bada’s smug grin and blown pupils: as if her wildest dreams had just come true. She looked like she was ready to devour you. 

“How many girls wore this before me?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She responded blithely, letting your fingers tangle together affectionately as she pressed a sweet kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Maybe I would.”

“Why does it matter if none of them look even half as good as you do?” She gave the cuffs a playful tug, nuzzling the back of your neck fondly before moving to lie down flat on her back; a hand pressed on your shoulder signaling you to stay put.

“And how many girls have you told the same thing?” You wondered loudly, unable to hide your own smile when Bada laughed at your words.

“Seems I have a lot to make up to you.” Her hands grabbed onto your hips and she began pulling you backwards. “Get on top of me, baby.”

Once again you obeyed because, well, she did have a lot to make up to you. And the way she called you 'baby' had you dripping.

Through her guiding motions, you scooted back on your knees until they were pressing down on either side of her head; Bada’s hands immediately came up to smooth along your curves until she cupped your ass, watching the jiggle as if she was hypnotized. Her eager touch almost made you purr, and you instinctively straightened your back to move all your weight to your legs, opening up for her as your arms were inebriated by the tight hold of Bada’s handcuffs.

“Good girl.” She crooned. And then, her hand came down to slap your ass. 

You let out a surprised gasp but didn’t move. Bada hummed from beneath you, appreciating your responsiveness and letting her nails scrape along the back of your thighs, feeling you shiver under her touch. 

“Unfair that you’re still so pretty from this angle.” Bada mumbled, mostly to herself. She placed her palms on your asscheecks and parted them, and you bent forward ever-so-slightly out of instinct, sinking deeper into the mattress. 

Bada cooed and before you realized it, her hand was on you. Her slender fingers dragged along your glossy folds and coated your heat with your own wetness. You sucked in your lower lip, effectively muffling a surprised moan, but leaned into her touch all the same. Then, she blew cold air against you, gloating over the shiver that ran down your spine.

“So pretty.” She reaffirmed, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean, her other hand spreading your folds.

You almost expected her to ask you to start begging: she had always relished in breaking down your rebellious defenses until you would desperately beg her for more. This time, however, she seemed just as keen as you - if not more - to get her hands on you. Saliva-covered fingers pressed back against your folds and she began drawing circles across them with a maddeningly soft pressure. A shaky exhale left you, hands curling into fists at your lower back as you slowly began grinding your hips against her touch, hoping to find more friction. 

“That’s it.” She muttered, adding more pressure to her ministrations and beckoning you closer and closer, her other hand squeezing your ass.

With a particularly deep rub, you moaned her name and sank lower, the strain of holding yourself up while she was driving you mad almost unbearable. Bada groaned underneath your weight, basking in the way your hips gyrated with your heat so close to her face and she rewarded you by caressing her thumb along your entrance; circling it with more force as soon as she heard you keen. You felt heat course up your spine, immediately chasing her thumb through the grinding motions of your hips.

Bada, who had already found your most sensitive spot, giggled; prodding at your entrance with a forced carefulness she damn well knew you didn’t need. With a high-pitched whine, as the circling of her fingers against your clit sped up, you arched your back, wrists tugging at your handcuffs in frustration as she continued teasing you.

Finally, her thumb pressed into you, the circling of her wrist against you not pausing and you moaned, pushing your hips out impossibly further until Bada had to give your ass another forceful squeeze, urging you to stay put. She fingered you with delight and you felt yourself drip under her care, but what really made you twitch dangerously was the feel of her parted lips moving along your hip. She dug her teeth into your skin and slapped your ass once more, your body flinching inadvertently causing you to sink down on her finger with more force. 

You knew you looked like a desperate mess, mindlessly chasing down whatever she was willing to give to you, but it didn’t stop you from whining out her name, your lower stomach clenching.

“You better not be close already, baby.” You were surprised by how out of breath and wrecked she sounded while you hadn’t even gotten to properly touch her yet. You once again tugged at the handcuffs and you heard her tut. “So impatient.”

She removed her thumb and you almost cussed at her, but were quickly shut up when both hands moved to your hips in a vice grip, pulling you directly onto her open mouth. A moan got stuck in your throat and you almost faltered, nearly falling forward but forcing your legs to keep you upright. 

Bada began swirling her tongue along your folds as if she was parched, hands keeping your cheeks spread as she groaned hungrily against you. Bobbing her head up and down, she lapped at you, tongue digging into your folds before giving your clit a sharp suck; over and over again. 

“Bada…” You moaned, head dropping and only having half a mind to wonder if anyone downstairs could hear you. You realized you kind of didn’t care when Bada was making the kind of noises underneath as if you were doing her a favor.

You had stopped moving your hips, too stunned from pleasure to even consider it, until Bada began forcing you to do so; tight grip on your hips as she lightly bounced you up and down against her mouth. You began rocking back, cursing softly when Bada slurped under you, drinking at the wetness she continuously drew out of you.

You then noticed Bada had spread her legs with a hum, her own hips gyrating against nothing as she ate you out. She was getting off to this, and you felt yourself go all the more insane with want. She was so wet and you wanted to touch her so badly, but your shoulders started to strain through the position you were locked into.

“Bada,” You started, but another eager suck made you cut yourself off with a moan. “Let me—”

She caught her breath against you, chest heaving, still insufferable enough to find the energy to say: “Be my guest.” 

She dug right back in, this time her tongue prodding against your entrance, purposefully leaving you a despairing mess in your handcuffs.

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of begging for a release from your confines so you dropped forward, face down and ass up, forcing Bada to sit up a little higher to keep her lips pressed against you. You heard her curse.

You didn’t waste any time teasing her, instead immediately closing your lips around her glistening folds. There was no need to toy with her, because her thighs twitched as soon as your lips met her heat, and you felt her moans vibrate against you. You sucked harshly on a bundle of nerves before collecting spit in your mouth and coating her with it, slurping around her breathlessly. Her thighs spread apart even further and you felt her lips falter against you, overcome with pleasure as she began grinding her hips up into your mouth. 

Soon you realized she was much closer than you had anticipated because she began sucking on your clit even harder, in complete and utter desperation, before digging her tongue into your entrance, nails pressing crescent marks into your asscheeks. You ground back against her mouth as you tried to keep a steady pressure on her, licking her with fast but deep strokes. You felt a familiar pressure tighten in your stomach and became involuntarily more erratic, muttering soft ‘uh-huh’’s to encourage her to keep going at the exact pace she was using on you. 

Bada whined against you, the muscles in her upper thighs tightening next to your head. “So close—” She gasped, and you closed your lips around her clit and began sucking. Simultaneously, she dug her tongue impossibly deeper into your entrance.

That’s what did you in: a moan got stuck in your throat as you felt your full body quiver at the orgasm that rippled through you. Bada let out a guttural moan underneath you, her thighs clenching around your head and toes curling as she shook incessantly. Rocking your hips back against her in a daze, she continued to suck on you through your orgasm as you lapped at her clit, soon enough the both of you shivering against each other from oversensitivity.

Panting, you dropped yourself next to her, your legs and shoulders straining from exertion. You were about to ask her to get the handcuffs off of you, until she crawled on top of you.

She was completely flushed, bangs sticking to her forehead, nipples perked and chest heaving as she pinned you down against her pillows, your wrists still pressed into your lower back. 

“Not done.” Bada managed to gasp out as she swept down for a needy kiss, your tongues meeting messily through parted lips. You did not know where she was gathering the energy from, but her hands were back on your hips to slide you further down the bed. 

She threw her right leg over yours and you immediately realized what she was trying to do. “Can you still cum like this?” She wondered coyly, angling her hips against yours before pulling your own leg up, hooking your heel over her shoulder.

Her hold on you was burning, almost having the potential to leave bruises behind, and you didn’t even know how you felt yourself getting wet all over again. The handcuffs were digging painfully into your lower back but you didn’t care, your lips parted in anticipation as Bada stared you down with such a deep longing it made your stomach coil. She twisted her head and pressed a kiss to your ankle, never breaking eye contact with you, before grinding her hips against you in a tentative manner; her folds gliding flush against yours.

You bit down on your lower lip as you felt her wetness grind against you, a quiet whimper slipping past and the smile on Bada’s face widened, eyes turning into crescent moons despite her own excitement. 

Yeah, you could still cum like this, and she knew it. 

She began working up a pace against you, first slow and deep, and then letting it build up to something faster. The way your mounds met each other had your eyes rolling back, soft moans falling from your lips as your hips ground against each other. Never once did her eyes leave you and you almost felt drunk off her attention, eyes falling shut as she hummed in pleasure.

The bed shook, headrest slamming against the wall over and over again with the quickening of her pace. Bada brought a hand to your breast, kneading it into her palm as she spoke lowly, her own eyes half-lidded in exhilaration: “Can anyone else fuck you this good?”

Your lips parted in a gasp, your desire so intense you didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You wanted to say something snarky, but the urge to burst into tears and tell her ‘only you can’ closed around your throat like an invisible hand. Bada’s head fell back as both of your hips moved impossible faster; her tongue dragging messily along your ankle in a complete daze as you panted her name.

“Answer me.” She gasped, the hand that was previously preoccupied with your breast coming up to grab a tight hold of your chin. And as if to prove her point, she began fucking you. Hard and deep, your body shaking with every thrust. 

Your brain was short-circuiting and you shook your head, eyes shut tight. “N- no…” 

Then, her hand moved to your throat squeezing lightly, but possessively. “Say it.”

Feeling her hips falter, you panicked and cried underneath her: “No one can fuck me this good!”

Bada hummed approvingly, picking up the pace again and sliding her hand to the back of your neck. “That’s my baby.” She leaned down, your leg still hooked over her shoulder and stretching along with her movements, yet the pace at which she fucked into you never wavered. “Stick your tongue out.”.

Disoriented, you arched your neck and obeyed, her own tongue gliding against yours in such a filthy manner you became lightheaded. Then, she closed her lips around the wet muscle with a moan, before meeting your mouth in a full kiss that was more exchanging saliva than anything else.

She parted and moved back, her hips pausing momentarily as she looked to where your vaginas met. Before you could object at her lack of movement, she lowered her head and slowly let her spit dribble from her lips and fall onto your folds. Immediately, she picked up the pace again, watching the way the added lubrication made the two of you slide together even easier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her.

Bada met your gaze with a wolfish grin and immediately switched gears to an unforgiving pace, the sound of wetness and skin slapping together filling the room as you couldn’t even register the music that was still playing downstairs. You felt the pressure in your upper thighs build up again at a dizzyingly fast pace, and cursed under your breath.

“Please…” You gasped as you threw your head back, unsure what you were begging for but writhing your hips against hers so frantically the message should be anything but unclear.

“Am I gonna make you come again, baby?” Bada panted, slamming herself harder against you.

You nodded, feverishly: “I’m gonna- I need—” But the words died on your lips as your lower stomach folded dangerously. You needed to come. You needed Bada to make you come. 

A palm flattened between your breasts as Bada leaned down on you impossibly harder, keeping you in place as her thrusts took your breath away. Without your body giving you another warning, you orgasmed a second time with Bada’s name in your mouth, legs spasming in her hold as she forcibly held you down; taking in every second of the ecstasy that overtook you with such a warmth in her gaze you almost felt yourself overcome with the urge to burst into tears again. 

“So beautiful…” She whispered. “That’s it.” Her hands caressed up and down your thighs, whispering praises into the air to will the heaving of your chest away, feeling your heartbeat under the palm of her hand. 

Finally, Bada dropped herself onto the bed next to you entirely out of breath with a self-satisfied grin, officially having spent the last bit of energy that was left in her. You watched her catch her breath with a fond gaze, wanting to reach out and hold her but being held back by the jingle of the handcuffs.

Bada snapped out of her stupor, almost appearing flustered for leaving you in such a state, and helped you sit up with a soft encouragement, promptly freeing you from your handcuffs. You felt a sharp strain in your shoulders as you shook them loose, a little dumbfounded when you noticed the red marks around your wrists.

Bada had noticed it as well and gently grabbed a hold of your hands, thumbs caressing along the bruises with a touch so careful it seemed she thought you would shatter. Slowly, she brought your wrists higher and began pressing delicate kisses against them. 

“Sorry…” She said, sheepishly, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to scold her. Instead, you looked back at her with a dazed expression, heart constricting in your chest. You hadn’t seen this level of gentleness from her before.

Leaning over her bed, Bada grabbed an unopened bottle of water and uncapped it before handing it to you. You accepted it wordlessly, her actions making you aware of how parched your mouth felt. 

Taking big gulps, you hoped to ease away the tension building up in your chest. Perhaps it was due to your post-orgasm state, but you felt anxiety spike up your heart rate as your head flooded with all kinds of thoughts. Was this a one-off? Was she going to ghost you again? Momentarily you felt like an idiot for even landing yourself in such a position, but before you could climb out of bed Bada flipped her blanket open.

“Tired?” She asked, picking up on how quiet you had become but assuming it was due to exhaustion.

You nodded timidly and crawled under the blanket with her, Bada slotting herself against you like a missing puzzle piece. Her fingers found the bruise at your lower back, where the handcuffs had been scraping against, and drew soothing circles against the skin. She mumbled something about having ointment for bruises, but the both of you were too slumped to get out of bed.

You nestled back against her despite the way your head yelled at you to take your leave, much too enthralled with the way her arm curled around your waist protectively. Bada giggled when she felt you snuggle closer and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent with a hum. 

The music downstairs had stopped and the house seemed quiet, the last guests likely having left ages ago, so all you could focus on was Bada’s soft breathing which slowed down by the minute. Your own eyelids began to feel droopy, too, and right before the both of you fell asleep, you felt her hold on you tighten.

————— ୨୧ —————

Your eyes snapped open, heart hammering in your chest as you became aware of your surroundings. Bada’s arms were still around you, loosely, as she slept soundly next to you. It was still dark outside but you saw the early beginnings of sunrise setting in the distant sky, signaling it was the very early morning. As your hands came up to rub your eyes, you became aware of the ache in your wrists and mentally cursed yourself. 

This was easily the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever done: letting yourself be lured right back into Bada’s bed after she had passed you off like you meant nothing. You couldn’t believe how naive you had been; how enchanted you were by her every time. Staying here was setting yourself up for heartbreak, when she would inevitably ask you why you were still at the sorority. 

You needed to leave.

Images of the night you had spent together flashed in front of your eyes, and you felt your lower stomach heat up.

You needed a lobotomy.

Slowly you grabbed a hold of Bada’s arm curled around your waist, the girl still sleeping serenely and entirely unaware of your panicked state, and moved it off of you. You paid close attention to her breathing, which remained even, and then deemed it safe enough to crawl out of bed. Your legs were wobbly once you stood, the strain caused by the position you had underneath her from the night before hitting you like a truck. You winced, groggily looking around as your eyes got used to the darkness and trying to navigate where your clothes had gone.

Before you could move to the other corner of the room, you felt a hand curl around your forearm. You gasped in surprise, whipping your head around to find Bada peering up at you through sleepy eyes. Your chest constricted painfully. 

“Where ‘r you going?” She slurred, waking up slowly as the grip on your arm tightened.

“I…” You began, but the words got stuck in your throat once you saw the realization fall over her face. She frowned.

“Please don’t go,” Bada pleaded, voice much clearer this time though still hoarse with sleep, “Stay the night.” 

“Bada, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” 

“Please,” She repeated, and she sounded so heartbroken you could die. “Let’s start over.”

You gazed back at her in wonder, trying to search her face for more clarity but all you found was too much. The look in her eyes was so vulnerable, so desperate.

She gave your arm a tug and whispered: “We can start over. Please get back in bed.”

You carefully moved your arm out of her grip, but she let go easily: not because she wanted to, but because she understood it wasn’t fair to hold you hostage. She wasn’t crying, but the way she looked up at you made you wish she was.

“I just- I’m going to use the bathroom.” You mumbled and immediately willed yourself to look away. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your throat closed up painfully as you walked to the other side of the room and bent over to pick up your clothes. As you pulled your underwear on, you felt Bada’s prodding eyes in your back. With the rest of your clothes in your arms, you walked over to the door without sparing her a single glance, unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway. You clenched your jaw to hold back the tears from falling. The room remained quiet. 

You found the bathroom right across Bada’s bedroom, and sat down on the shut toilet seat with your hands in your hair. You knew that you weren’t being totally unreasonable— so why did you feel like the worst, most cruel person in the world? 

With a deep, shaky sigh you pulled your phone out of the pocket of your dress pants: it was 5:30am on the dot. Your roommate hadn’t responded to your text message yet, indicating that she had been fast asleep the entire time. 

As you searched for an Uber in the area willing to drive this early, your phone dinged with a familiar notification. 

Tinder.

You forgot you still had that installed.

You tapped the notification bubble and a familiar chat room opened up; one of Bada’s mirror selfies staring back at you at the top of the screen.

Today 5:36am fuck marry kill: kim tae ri, dick grayson, me

A breathless laugh escaped you.

Suddenly, you were filled with a clarity, thinking of the wave tattooed on her forearm.

You were willing to take the plunge.

Slowly, you stood up, leaving your clothes behind on the bathroom floor and headed back into Bada’s room. She was wide awake, face lit up by her phone screen as she looked up at you in apparent shock and gratitude.

You crawled back in bed, Bada’s arms curling back around your waist.

#bada lee x reader #swf2 #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bada lee smut #dalla!writes #i guess bada reads dc comics now idk

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You watch slasher movies? I haven't done so in years (much to my disappointment), got any recommendations, classics, popular, underrated, anything really?

I knew I hadn't watched them in a long time, but it wasn't till I had to try and write something based on classic slashers, that I realized how long its been since I consumed that kind of content.

My only plan so far is that I need to watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Alright, Pandora, it depends on your tastes, and what you look for in a "slasher" ❤️

As you may remember, I fucking love the OG the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and when I got pretty bad last month emotionally I watched it on repeat for two weeks straight. However, if you go in for a regular slasher film you will be disappointed. The first movie is incredible, focusing on amazing shots and atmosphere for nearly the entire first half. It's less of a slasher as we would come to know the genre, and more of an artistic film centered around the horrors of humanity. The series is a wonderful mess of multiple timelines and little continuity, but the sequels better fit the slasher archetype. The best sequel (imo) is the one directly after the first, and it's a black comedy slasher, focusing more on the kills.

Now, slashers ❤️

If you're a nerd and want to experience the slasher history, then before Halloween (which still holds up) there was Black Christmas, and before that the Town that Dreaded Sundown.

The Town that Dreaded Sundown is based off a true serial killer, and unlike TCM which is loosely inspired by Ed Gein, a lot of the kills (except the trombone scene) are based on actual murders, with his mask accurate to the only real world survivor's testimony of her assault. It's very slow pace, and with how desensitized we are as a society you might find it boring, but if you ever get a phonecall from Ghostface, then you have to know the Town that Dreaded Sundown. Fun fact, his mask also inspired Jason's mask from Friday the 13th part 2!

Black Christmas is awesome! I'd recommend it more than Sundown, because of pacing, characters, acting, and overall atmosphere. I love my second wave feminism horror (Stepford Wives (mwah)), and it did a lot better with it's feminist themes than the loose remake from 2019 that tried to be intentionally feminist (ignore the 2006 remake entirely, so bad, so lame, so gross). It did the first person perspective of the killer nearly four years before Halloween's iconic opening. It introduced the idea of the final girl, but she wouldn't become a sexually repressed younger woman until Halloween solidified the trope. It has some great kills that still hold up, and Billy is iconic. I really feel the only reason why he isn't more well known in non-horror spaces is because he doesn't have a mask or outfit that can be replicated and sold in Spirit.

After that we have our most well known slashers, and they're popular for good reason ❤️

A Nightmare on Elm St, Friday the 13th, and Halloween spawned sequels that spiraled off into varying degrees of madness, but still have fun moments.

After the success of Friday the 13th (and the realization of the franchise-ability of slashers) there were a lot of slashers that tried to capture the money magic of the first few success stories. Not all of them were great, but a few notable slashers imo are My Bloody Valentine and the Dentist.

Although Candyman is often lumped in with slashers, like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the first movie is more than a traditional slasher. I recommend the first one as a beautiful love story about the horrors of American racism. It's score is still incredible, the behind the scenes are so interesting, and Tony Todd is absolutely beautiful. Such an amazing actor. (Not so) Fun fact: Tony Todd said in the behind the scenes that there originally was a romantic scene where Helen proclaimed her love for Candyman, but they were forced to cut it, because "they were okay with a tall, black man covered in bees.. but, mm, when it came to a kiss, or something like that, it was a little bit too risque..." ( :/ )

(Please please please watch Candyman)

Then the best, or worst (depending on your views), thing happened to the genre; Scream.

One of the best slashers there is, it isn't the first self referential, meta horror (see Wes Craven's New Nightmare), but it did change the slasher genre for a very long time. It was a revival for the genre, since it was declining in popularity by the early 90s. However, post Scream horror was very meta. See Chucky's personality changing from the occasional funny quip, to Bride of Chucky levels of silly (still love him tho). Of the terrible horror trying to copy Scream, I'd recommend Urban Legend over I Know What You Did Last Summer. It was a shame, just how silly a lot of scary movies got back then, trying to be as smart and self aware as Scream was.

But my favorite (outside of Scream) meta horror slasher film is Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon ❤️ took meta to a whole new level, mockumentary style, a camera crew follows a wannabe slasher killer explaining how to be a slasher icon.

I've watched too many slashers to remember all of them right now, but if you want really meta black comedies, Tucker and Dale vs Evil isn't a slasher but a loving joke on the genre, and the Final Girls made me laugh and cry like a little bitch.

A lot of slashers since the late 90s have drifted closer to the black comedy sub genre. Killers that kill for the sake of killing are often B-rated blood fests, that can be great for mindless fun but not so great for box office gains, especially in our current horror renaissance. Slashers don't fit in to the current horror culture. Serial killers aren't scary for desensitized audiences, and the mindless gore expectations set by older slasher films have created a pretty specific genre setup and pay off (dumb people who only exist to die get brutally murdered). It either has to be B-rated mindless fun (Laid to Rest 1 and 2 had terrible camera work and directing, making even incredible actors like Lena Headey feel lackluster, but the practical effects are so impressive I'd recommend it just for the blood and guts (and bewbs)), or comedic (the Hatchet series has great cameos, genuine laughs, and more impressive practical effects, but with good cinematography and directing (still bewbs)). Slashers that don't lean in to how ridiculous the concept of slashers are and try to take themselves seriously often end up falling short, either creating boring killers with no personality or trying to force a plot into a generic slasher shaped hole.

This does include most remakes of slasher movies, as a lot of slashers were remade in the early 2000's with less interesting characters to be killed off by the slashers. The remake of Candyman was an exception, because even though it wasn't as good as the original, it did go back to it's non slasher roots, learning from the mistake that was the third Candyman.

TLDR:

Non slashers that are considered slashers because of the slasher sequels/iconic murderers:

the Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Candyman

Child's Play

Best Precursor to the genre:

Black Christmas

Popular Classics:

Halloween

Friday the 13th

a Nightmare on Elm St

Pre 90's Slashers that I recommend:

The Dentist

Sleepaway Camp (it's divided on whether it's problematic or interesting representation)

Alice, Sweet Alice

My Bloody Valentine

Post 90's meta commentary/black comedy:

Scream

Behind the Mask: the Rise of Leslie Vernon

Hatchet

The Final Girls

Tucker and Dale vs Evil

There are obviously a lot more, but these are a few off the top of my head ❤️

#i hope you like these #slashers #just a few that i like #the texas chainsaw massacre #candyman #black christmas #halloween #friday the 13th #a nightmare on elm street #the dentist #sleepaway camp #my bloody valentine #alice sweet alice #childs play #scream #behind the mask #hatchet #the final girls #tucker and dale vs evil #meta horror

[f1goat]

Date - Lando Norris one shot

Small one shot about Lando his friends not wanting to watch at their desperate friend his crush anymore, so they decide to do something about it.

“I was thinking about asking Y/N out.”

Lando almost spits out his drink after hearing the words from one of his friends. Before he can help himself, he quickly starts asking questions.

“Out? As in a date?” Is the first question he dares to ask. His friend nods his head.

“I thought you were dating that other girl? The model?” Lando goes on. 

Pierre shakes his head, “Nope, already done with her. She can’t even make time for a short FaceTime call.” 

“But why Y/N? I didn’t know you had a thing for her,” Lando hears his own desperate voice again. 

“Hm, I think we would be a great match. I mean look at her,” Pierre responds quickly. 

Lando feels himself getting frustrated. He thought everyone kinda knew about his crush on Y/N. His friends were always teasing him about it. He tries to remember if Pierre knows. The last thing he wants to worry about is Y/N getting with Pierre.

“Don’t worry Lando, I won’t take away your friend. I’ll make sure she still has some time for you,” Pierre laughs. 

Fuck. How horrible would it be when Pierre starts dating Y/N? Is there a chance Y/N is interested in Pierre? Lando starts to worry more and more. What if the two of them started dating? She would tell him everything about it. He can’t listen to her talking about another boy. Fuck. 

“Were are you taking her?” Lando asks further, not responding to Pierre’s earlier remark. 

“What’s with all the questions Lando?” George asks. Lando doesn’t respond, he keeps looking at Pierre. He’s certain the boy is Y/N’s type, if he can believe the internet Pierre Gasly is everyones type. 

“Don’t know for sure, maybe I’ll take her to that new sushi place-“ “She doesn’t like sushi,” Lando interrupts Pierre immediately. 

“I can also do something active with her, something like skydiving. Pretty impressive first date right?” Pierre goes on.

“She is afraid of heights,” Lando tells him quickly. 

“Maybe something more romantic like horse riding?” Pierre suggests. 

“She doesn’t like horses, she thinks they don’t belong under the ass of an human for entertainment. She doesn’t even think that’s a sport,” Lando throws back. 

“Nothing wrong with a movie right? Bit of nacho’s,” Pierre suggests further.

“She wants popcorn. Which movie?” Lando questions.

“Something romantic,” Pierre tells him. 

“Nope, she doesn’t like sappy movies.” 

“What would you do with her for a first date?” Pierre asks tiredly. 

“Hm, I’d take her to a pretty place to walk for a bit and then dinner. Not too fancy, but they need to have some good meat. She likes steaks. After that maybe some place they serve cocktails, but not like a club to go out. Or I can take her to a movie, she’d like a horror movie or a comedy.”

“Okay, I’ll ask her to do that with me then,” Pierre says, “Thanks Lando.”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters. He didn’t realize he just gave Pierre the perfect date with Y/N. Why did he even tell anything about her? It would be better for Y/N if she found out that Pierre only wants to go out with her for her looks. The French driver doesn’t know a shit about her. 

“What’s wrong Lando?” Charles asks, “Don’t you think Y/N would like that?”

“She would like a date with someone who actually knows her, not some guy that thinks she looks good,” Lando mutters further. Pierre laughs. 

“Sounds like you’re jealous?” Pierre asks Lando. 

“No,” Lando quickly responds. 

“Okay, if you’re not jealous I’ll call her right now for the perfect date with me,” Pierre tells him. 

“Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Why not? It’s not like you’re jealous?” Pierre goes on. He almost starts to feel bad for Lando, but he needs to do this. He and his friends can’t watch to Lando handling his crush for longer. It’s getting sad. They have told Lando multiple times he needs to ask you out, but the boy doesn’t budge. 

“Fuck off, I thought everyone knew about my crush? You guys always make fun of it. You do to Pierre. Why the fuck are you going to ask out Y/N if you know I have feelings for her?” Lando throws all his annoyance out. 

“Because you won’t act on your crush, I’m annoyed at it. As long as you’re not asking her out, I’ll do it,” Pierre tells Lando. 

“You’re a dick,” Lando scoffs. 

“You’re an idiot for not asking her out. It’s obvious she will say yes,” George tells Lando before Pierre can react. 

“Are you all in on this?” Lando asks while looking at his friends. Everyone nods quickly. Not even ashamed for themselves. 

“Just call her, it’s getting sad to watch at,” Max says. 

“Yeah, everyone knows you two like each other,” Charles tells Lando. 

“If you don’t call her right now, I will ask her out and have your dream date with her Lando. No jokes,” Pierre threatens. 

“You’re the worst.” Lando scoffs annoyed, “all of you.” Then he walks away. The boys look worried at each other, did they take it to far? They start to get afraid, but then they hear Lando talking from the hallway. 

“Hey uhm, I was wondering.. Uhm how do I say this.. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight? But not like normally.. Like you know, uhm, a date? Would you like that? No hard feelings if you don’t…”

They don’t hear the response of you, but they can guess it when they hear Lando laugh before he says something again. 

“Great! I will pick you up at six. Wear something warm by the way.”

Lando walks back to his friends, “I don’t know if you all deserve a thank you, but thank you for this god awful push I needed.”

Needless to say, the date went perfect and wasn’t the last date between the two.

#lando norris one shot #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris #fluff #f1 imagine #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagines #lando norris fluff

[enhaheeseung]

Cubical crush pt. 2 - L. Heeseung

💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!

⌨️WARNINGS: mentions of sex but no smut, alcohol, age gap, cursing,fluff, heeseung makes numerous sexual jokes, heeseung says fuck a lot pt 2 heeseung and reader are still both dumb asf lol.

🖱️GENRE: co-workers, best friends to lover’s, comedy, romance.

🖥️SUMMARY: after you and heeseung patch things up, it seems there’s no way to avoid your feelings for him, and it didn’t seem like he was going to let you either.

WC: 5,714

Masterlist (working on fixing the links)

Part 1 (highly suggest reading that first)

NOTE: hello, again, I decided to give you all a part 2 of “cubical crush” Thank you for all the positive feedback on the first part. As I stated previously, it’s a little different from how I usually write, but I’m happy with the way it came out, and it made me laugh a lot. But, anyways, like always, I hope you all enjoy it, and it’s good to be back.🖤 also the punctuation is off but i was too lazy to fix it.

After you and heeseung were back to being normal with each other, you couldn’t help but miss his cute flirty behavior, and as of late, he was looking absolutely fucking edible, which wasn’t helping at all.

But come to think of it. You actually were glad he wasn’t flirting with you anymore cause, with his new look, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

He had recently got a haircut. It was slicked back, showing off his pretty forehead and shaved sides sculpting his face perfectly. He smelled delicious, and today he just decided to wear a black dress shirt paired with black slacks and a red tie.

Today was going to be a rough day.

“Morning, ms y/n,” he greeted you casually, knowing just how much you fucking hated it when he called you Ms.

But today, you didn’t care. His voice was still deep from it being early in the morning, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel a tingle between your legs.

“Morning, Seung,” you replied and didn’t snap back at him the way you usually do when he greeted you like that.

“Woah, what the fuck was that, and where the fuck is the y/n I’m used to?” He looked at you with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You spun your chair around, laughing quietly at his expression.

“Why aren’t you ripping my head off right now? I just called you, ms, and you hate being called Ms” He set your coffee down on your desk and took a small sip of his.

“I’m just having a good day, that’s all” You smiled brightly at him, and now he was starting to worry cause this was not like you at all.

“Are you sick?“ he placed his palm on your forehead, and your face instantly got hot from his touch. “You feel like you have a fever,” he pouted.

“What?!” You pushed his hand away. “I’m fine. I told you I’m just having a good day. Can’t I have a good day?” You smiled brightly again.

“No, you fucking can’t, not around me and especially if you’re going to be smiling at me like you’re some type of fucking serial killer.”

“I might be,” you shrug, and his face instantly morphed. You couldn’t believe that he actually got genuinely scared. “I’m joking!”

He wordlessly walked to his little workspace next to yours, turning his computer on.

“Seung, I’m serious. I’m just joking” You should have known he would have been paranoid, especially after all the b rated horror films you watched together on movie nights.

“You better fucking be!” He shrieks.

You couldn’t help but cackle at the sound of his high-pitched voice next door to you.

He was always so fun to tease.

“I’m tired” It was only past morning, but oddly enough, you were already tired.

“Come on, sleepy butt, it’s lunchtime,” heeseung spoke lowly across from you.

“Wait, I’m almost done” That was the workaholic in you speaking. Despite being tired, you always had to keep going until you felt like you put in enough work to earn a break.

“You and me both already know that’s a load of bull crap. You’ll be saying the same thing in an hour from now,” he says, still typing away at his own computer.

“No,” you whined. “Seung, just five more minutes, I promise.”

“Seung, just five more minutes,” he mimicked your whiny tone.

He shut off his computer and entered your personal space leaning down and closing out all the tabs you had opened. “No! Seung!”

“Yes! Y/n!” you turned to your side, and he was dangerously close to you. His neck looked so inviting, especially his Adam’s apple. You were so close to just saying fuck it and letting him take you right then and there, but you snapped out of it.

The poor guy was so completely unaware of all the dirty thoughts you were having about him as he was shutting down your computer.

He made the mistake of looking over at you when he felt your eyes on him. He was so much closer than he initially realized. His eyes quickly darted to your lips, but he shifted his gaze to your eyes instead. “Ready?” He asked, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“Uhh, y-yeah,” you stuttered.

“So, how did you like working with the new trainee?” You said with a bit of curiosity in your tone.

“Y/n, we talked about this already. I was just trying to make you jealous we were never close,” he explained.

“Yeah, and it worked, you asshole. You have some nerve inviting her to lunch with you.”

“I did what it took to make you notice me” He shrugged.

You glared at him, disgusted by his audacity. “But seriously, did you like it?” You ask, and you may or may not have been secretly comparing yourself to her.

“No,” he deadpanned.

“Why? She seemed…” you trailed off, hoping he’d say what he thought about her.

“Bitchy?” He finished your statement for you.

“I was gonna say enthusiastic,” you laughed.

“Yeah, Enthusiastic for my eggplant,” he scoffed.

“You did not just say that,” you say in disbelief.

“Fine, my banana” You glared at him, an unamused look etching its way to your features. He tapped his chin in thought. “Chili pepper!” You could only stare at him with a disgusted look on your face, and it just kept getting worse and worse the longer he went on. “Oh, I know, my anaconda!” He smiled while proudly nodding his head as if he had actually done something.

A disapproving sigh fell from your lips, and you just shook your head at him disappointedly.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Anyway, she was literally throwing herself all over me, and how the fuck am I supposed to work when she’s screaming right next to my fucking ear? I’m glad she’s gone” He shivered at just the thought of her high pitched voice and cheap smelling perfume.

Well, then, I guess I was worried about her for no reason. You thought to yourself.

“But she was pretty, successful, and young.” something you weren’t. “You should have got her number” Yet again, here you are, selling yourself short and comparing yourself to others.

Now it was his turn to glare at you. “I don’t care. She could have been rich, and I still wouldn’t have cared, and besides, I like my girls just a little bit older than that,” he smiled and winked at you.

“Pervert”

He gasped, feigning offense. “How does that make me a pervert? It’s not like I’m into grannies.”

“You might be,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, I think that would give breaking her back a whole new meaning” A dry chuckle fell from his lips as he rolled his eyes.

“I'm trying to eat here,” you said, offended while covering your food.

“You brought it up,” he defended himself.

“Anyways, speaking of eating, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner at my place tonight.”

“Ooh, is the one and only ms y/n asking me on a date” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You wish Lee no woman in her right mind would ask you on a date” You dismiss his silly comment, but it still made your heart flutter.

“Except you, cause you’re not in your right mind. You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Just do you want to or not,” you said, getting fed up with his behavior when he was working next to you the age gap seemed nonexistent with how professional he was but in times like these, it was very evident just how immature he actually was.

“Don’t get all sassy on me. You’re asking a stupid question, duh. Of course, I want to”

“I can’t believe you and me can never have just one normal conversation,” you sighed.

“What’s not normal about shit-talking your old co-workers having sex with grannies, and asking me on a date?”

“I hate your guts” You shook your head, and you’re not sure why you even accepted this clown back into your life, to begin with.

“But you love it when I’m all up in yours,” he stated with a smile on his face accompanied by a flirtatious wink.

“Asshole,” you glared at him.

“Are we talking about yours? Cause I love it. I could lick it all da-“

You kicked his shin under the table to stop him from talking nonsense.

“Ow! Crazy bitch” he mumbled while rubbing his shin that would probably be bruised by tomorrow from your assault.

“What did you say!?” You asked with your eyes wide.

“I said I love you.” He smiled past the pain.

“That’s what I thought” You smiled while his face contorted into a grimace as the pain started to kick in.

After your very eventful lunch, it was soon time to go home.

“So, what’s on the menu?” He slid his chair back using his feet to roll it next to yours.

“Umm,” you hum in thought, but your brain comes up with nothing. “you pick,” you say as you clear off your desk.

“How about pussy with a side of ass?” He giggles.

“Are you addicted to sex or something?” You gave him a judging look.

“No, but I’m addicted to you,” so maybe you didn’t miss his flirting as much as you originally thought you did cause he was really wearing you out today, and he hadn’t been this obvious since you first met.

“Whatever. Are you ready to go now?” You shifted the topic to something else.

“Yep, Oh, and I made this for you” He reached over to his desk and handed you a little heart-shaped origami that he made.

“Aww, it’s so cute. Since when did you learn to make this?” You ask while examining the cute little paper heart.

“Since my computer crashed and I had nothing to do for an hour straight so, I watched videos on my phone and learned how to make it,” he explained.

“I feel so special,” you say in a sappy way.

“Don’t! I made one for everybody” He looks in your opposite direction as if he was trying to prove to you that you really weren’t special.

“Ha! Liar!” You point at his face and laugh.

“Fine,” he threw his hands up in the air. “I didn’t, but don’t get all big-headed 'cause you’re not even that special” He folded his arms and pretended to be annoyed.

“So, I’m special but not that special,” you frown.

“If I had a dollar for every time you annoyed me, I’d have more money than I could spend in a lifetime” He tried to ignore the cute little frown on your lips but failed.

You pouted and looked up at him with a hurt expression on your face. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be,” you mumbled sadly.

His eyes instantly widened with panic. “I’m just joking, y/n, don’t be sad,” he rushed out while trying to fix his mistake. He was literally just playing around. He would never intentionally hurt your feelings.

“I’ll try not to annoy you anymore” You looked down at your feet.

“Y/n….” he pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t mean it. I love it when you banter back and forth with me. It’s the only thing that keeps my day interesting” He rubbed his palms over your back, sighing into your hair and gently rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You smirked evilly. He was literally so easy to fool. “Got you!” You said in a teasing tone, giggling when you felt his whole body stiffen.

He pulled away from the hug to see you laughing in his face. He glared at you and pushed you out of his way, yanking his suitcase off his desk and mumbling something that sounded a lot like fucking bitch as he walked off to the elevator with you chasing closely behind him, still giggling at his irritated figure, smashing the buttons on the elevator.

“Hahaha, so funny, hilarious” his words only made you laugh more, so of course, he continued just to hear you laugh again. “The funniest girl on the planet,” he said with sarcasm laced in his tone. You clutched onto your stomach and leaned into him from laughing so hard. Truthfully, what you said  wasn’t even that funny, but his annoyed expression always tickled you.

He looked at you with a small smile while you leaned against him, and the only thing he thought in that moment was just how much he truly enjoyed spending time with you. He’d never take moments like this for granted cause it was times like these that just reminded him how truly special you were and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

He tilted his head and leaned into you, laughing along with you in the small space of the elevator.

It was then and there that he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he was undoubtedly deeply in love with you.

On the way to your house, he made a quick stop at the corner store, and you were starting to regret letting him drive cause you just wanted to go home. “I’m gonna get some beer. Do you want anything?”

“Nope, I’m good,” you reply tiredly.

“Sure? Don’t ask me for anything when I get back.”

“I’m sure now, just hurry up and go in. I’m tired,” you whined.

“Aww, poor baby is tired,” he had a fake sympathetic look on his face, but it instantly fell flat. “that makes two of us” He slammed the door behind him on purpose, making you flinch.

You could see him laughing on his way into the store. “Asshole!” You rolled down the window and shouted.

He got his beer and was set to leave, but something caught his eye. It was your favorite candy, so how could he not get it for you?

He paid for the items and went back to the car.

When he reached for the knob, the door didn’t open. He saw you with an evil smile on your face as he frantically tried to open the door to no avail. “Come on, y/n, it’s not funny.”

“And slamming the door in my face wasn’t funny either,” you say unbothered.

“Come on, y/n, it's freezing out here,” he said, shivering in the cold weather.

“Not my problem,” you reply and blow a breath on your nails, then polish them on your blazer.

“And when I make you suck my balls to warm them up, that’s not gonna be my problem either” You couldn’t believe this idiot, even in nearly below whether he had time to make inappropriate jokes.

“Apologize, and I’ll let you in,” you smirked.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, just let me in” You unlocked the door for him since he asked Nicely. “You’re mean” He buckled his belt and blew warm air onto his hands before pulling out of the parking lot and finishing the journey to your home. “I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I bought you some candy anyway” He reached inside the bag and handed it to you.

“Oh, well, how sweet of you,” you say sarcastically while rolling your eyes and opening the packet of candy, eating it right away.

“Don’t eat it then dickhead” he replied, unfazed by your shitty comment. “Note to self never buy an ungrateful bitch anything” He checked it off of his invisible list.

“Please, just shut the fuck up and take me home.”

“I love it when you degrade me makes me feel like dropping to my knees an-“ you literally covered your ears to blot out whatever sickness he was saying now. Once you saw him chuckling, you figured it was safe and moved your hands from the sides of your head.

Thank goodness you were a few minutes from home cause any longer with him in this car, and you probably would have made him get into a car crash.

You both had dinner, and now you were doing your normal routine, watching a movie together on the couch. “Do you think he’s gonna find her?” Heeseung whispered with his head resting in your lap, so invested in the horror movie that played on the screen.

The girl in question was hiding under a truck inside a barn with a hand cupping her mouth as she watched the killer's feet taking strides in her direction. “I think so” you whispered back.

“Why doesn’t she get from under the truck and run” You giggled silently at the fact that’s he whispering as if his voice could be heard through the screen.

Just then, the murderer appeared out of nowhere, and he was face to face with the girl under the truck pulling her out by her ponytail, and you don’t know who was screaming louder, the girl on the screen or heeseung.

He snuggled up closer to you as the killer raised his machete. The camera focused on the object, reflecting the dim barn lighting as blood from the previous killings had dripped down the blade heeseung quickly scrambled and grabbed the remote shutting off the tv.

“Really?” You said in disbelief. “Are you seriously that scared of a b rated horror movie?”

“Did you see what he was about to do to her?!” He said, trying to make you understand his point of view.

“Yeah, but it’s like all fake,” you stated the obvious.

“But still!” He pouted, sitting back down on the couch.

“Fine, do you want to watch light year instead?”

“Yes!” He cheered while nodding his head like a baby.

“I can’t believe I have an overgrown baby in my house” You grabbed the remote and put stupid light year on, not to say you really cared as long as he was enjoying it, so were you.

He laid his head in your lap once again as his eyes focused on the screen.

You don’t know why, but you started running your fingers through his hair, making a shiver run down his spine. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. Your touch felt so warm and comforting that he wished he could feel you like this every day. He hummed when your fingertips grazed his ear slightly.

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me fall for you even harder,” he warned playfully, and you removed your hand.

He sat up straight, this time looking you into your eyes. “I know you said to forget about it, but I just want to know one thing, and I’ll never speak of it again. The other night when we were together, what made you agree in the first place.” He asked, hoping maybe deep down, at some point, you actually felt something for him. Yeah, he knew he was reaching, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Fuck, shit, shit fuck, and more fucking fuck shit.

You bit on your lip nervously before finally just deciding to tell him the truth. What was the point in lying anyway? You guys told each other literally everything, and it felt uncomfortable to hide anything from him. Even if it changed your relationship forever, you had to get the weight off your chest that you’d been carrying for years. “Cause I like you” You squinted one eye shut, waiting for his reaction.

“Come on, y/n. I’m being serious here.” He laughed.

“Me too,” you mumbled.

“Oh…” he still didn’t know what to believe. You had to be joking or playing a prank on him. Yeah, that was the only logical explanation he could come up with. “Nice try, but I’m not falling for it this time.”

You sighed. “I do, I like you so much, and I have for a long time. It’s just I can’t be with you, me, and you can never work,” you said sadly.

“Why? If you like me too, then what’s the problem?” In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him speak so seriously before.

You sighed. And figured you might as well just let everything out now.

“Cause I’m no good for you seung you’re young I’m old you’re good looking I’m not I’m just barely making it in my career at thirty-two, and you’re right behind me at the age of twenty-two, overall, you’re just out of my league you deserve someone better, and I don’t want to keep holding you back” in your head that was good reasoning not to be with him but he just found it plain stupid.

“In the most polite way possible in the many years we’ve known each other, that’s literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say, and believe me, you’ve said some pretty stupid fucking things.”

You looked at him feeling somewhat offended by his choice of words after you had just spilled your heart out to him. He was making light of your issues, but you quickly realized that you were taking him the wrong way.

“First of all, you’re a fucking goddess, second. I love the fact that you’re older than me. Girls my age just aren’t as driven as you are. I find that so attractive about you, and thirdly, I just really fucking like you for you, not your age, not your career, not your looks, just you and what makes you you, and for the record, I would have never been any of the things you listed out if it wasn’t for you. You got me a job. You gave me something to look up to. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, hell. You even taught me how to dress,” he chuckled at the realization remembering his first day at the office when he wore the most uncoordinated outfit in his closet. He realized just how long you two have been together, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“That’s a lot of you’s,” you smiled, getting a bit teary eyed from his words.

“It’s impossible not to say you a million times when we’re together, and as bad as it sounds, my whole life revolves around you.” He held your hand and placed a delicate kiss on the back of it.

You couldn’t help but look at him with eyes full of love, and the words you said to him next were long overdue. “I love you” You all but tackled him in a hug, a few tears of joy slipping from your eyes while you did so.

“Finally, you admit it” He hugged you back as tight as he possibly could without crushing you. “I love you too” He leaned back to get a good look at your face before giving you a quick smooch, and of course, things could never be serious with him, but that’s what you loved about him. He was always just so carefree around you, and that made you happy. “Now, it’s your turn to list all the things you like about me,” he smiled giddily while pointing to himself.

“Not in a million years, you dork” He pouted instantly at your words. “Okay, fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I love working with you every day and your constant teasing. I love all the little things you do to cheer me up when I’m having a bad day,” you said shyly.

“Ooh, I like this continue,” he nodded in his head, approving of everything you said so far.

Wow, he really had no shame. You thought.

“I love when you bring me coffee in the morning and massage my shoulders, and I just love you. I love the way you love me” You booped his cute not so little nose.

“You’re gonna make my heart explode if you keep talking to me like that,” you giggled.

“Oh, and one more thing,” you made a come hither motion with your index finger, and he leaned in closer so you could whisper in his ear. “I love the way you make love to me.”

He leaned back and looked at you with an unreadable expression before He stood up and threw you over his shoulder but not before turning off the tv.

“Seung, put me down!” you squeal and hit his back lightly.

“No, can do, ms y/n. I’m going to take you to infinity and beyond,” he spanked your butt while jogging upstairs to your bedroom, giggling.

He laid you down on your mattress, hovering over you with a smile. “You’re such a nerd,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips.

“A nerd that you love,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

That was only the start of your long adventurous night with him.

You woke up with heeseung sleeping directly on top of you naked and all with his head buried in your neck and legs tangled together with yours. It was a wonder how you were even able to sleep last night cause he was literally all over you.

After a few minutes, you thought he’d wake up, but no, you had to stay under him like that for a whole hour until your limbs started feeling numb. You decided to run your fingers along his back gently to wake him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” Good, he’s finally awake, you thought.

He stirred in his sleep, pushing his face even further into the crook of your neck, and it’s almost like he somehow put even more of his weight on you, not to say you minded, though.

“Baby?” You called out to him again, and this time you didn’t get any response.

He literally replied with soft snores next to your ear, and for a split second, you may have regretted having him stay the night. Well, he begged you to stay the night, and you said yes.

“Seung, we have to go to work,” you poked his shoulder.

Another soft snore.

You pinched his butt, and he popped up immediately. “Ouch!” He sat up while wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Why did you do that?” He pouted and rubbed his bottom.

“Cause yo- we need to go before we’re late,” you told him.

“Okay, but you could have just woken me up by rubbing my back or something.”

You could only look at him with a blank stare. He was literally unbelievable.

“Can we match today?” He asked, looking a little bit too cute for his own good.

“Sure, cutie” You kissed his cheek and ran to the shower while his face got redder by the second.

He plopped down on the bed and buried his face into your pillows. “Gosh, I’m so in love with that woman,” he says to himself while you were running the shower, or he thought you were anyway.

“And I’m so in love with you,” you giggled at the shocked look on his face. “Are you joining me or not?”

He squeaks upon seeing your presence in the doorway. “You heard?!”

“Yes! Now hurry up and get in here, lover boy, or else we’re going to be late.”

“Okay! I’m coming!” He hopped out of bed and joined you in the shower.

“Do you want to fool around, get freaky deaky touchy-feely?” This fool has to nerve to ask you as he washes your back with his large hands.

“Do you want to be late? Do you want a little ding on your record? Do you want to get yelled out by our boss?” You remind him.

“No, but why are you bringing that up? It has nothing to do with my question” At this point, you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking around.

“Why do I love you again? Like, please remind me,” you say as you take your body poof and spin him around so you could wash his back.

“Good question, but if you’re asking me, I’d say it’s cause I ate you out so good last night” He smiled proudly, remembering how many times he made you cum last night just with his tongue.

“Must be cause a baboon has better understanding skills than you.”

He really turned around and looked at you like he was hurt by what you said. “You don’t really mean that, right?” He pouted. He must’ve really thought you were serious.

“No, of course not, baby” You pressed a kiss to his cheek to reassure him, and he smiled brightly.

“You called me baby just now. I like it. It’s cute” He encircled your waist, allowing you to wash his chest.

“Not cuter than you” He scrunched his nose cutely and stared fondly at you while you cleaned the rest of his body.

“I went with blue I hope that’s okay with you” You came into the living room with a silky blue blazer paired with a black skirt and black heels.

His jaw was literally on the floor, and maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but you could have sworn you saw a bit of drool at the corners of his lips. “Blue is more than okay. My girl looks so good. Come here” He stood up and walked around you in circles, looking at every inch of you. “Perfect,” he used the only word that could describe how you looked right now. “Let’s hurry up so I can get my suit. We only have…” he looked at his wrist watch “forty-five minutes.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips. “We have to bring some of your suits for the next time you sleep over.”

“Next time?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah, next time,” you smiled and hooked your arm around his. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s” he returned your smile and walked to the front door.

Panties wet, folds soaked, heart beating, pussy throbbing, mouth watering.

Lee heeseung.

He wore black slacks, a navy blue shirt that almost looked like silk matching your blazer perfectly, a black and navy checkered tie, and wet messy hair.

You thought you must be dreaming cause he looked too good to be real.

He attempted to fix his hair in the mirror. “It’s too bad I don’t have time to style my hair” He flicked a few pieces out of his eyes.

“Don’t!” You said, startling him from practically screaming. “Your hair looks good like that.”

“Does it?” He looked at you quizzically.

“Yes, I hate to say this out loud, but you look so fuckable right now.” You said while practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Do I?” He asked while biting his lip. “You want to fuck me right now?” He walked over to you, pressing you up against his front door, resting his palms on your plump ass.

“So bad,” you admit shamelessly.

“Is that so?“ he quirked his slit eyebrow.

“Very much so,” you say as you wrap your hands around his neck and stare at his lips.

“Too bad we’re running late,” he said with no stock behind his words as he inched his face closer to yours and slid his hand up your skirt squeezing your ass roughly. “Kiss me”

Let’s just say you both made it to work with a minute to spare after a very, very heated make-out session against his front door.

“Coffee, ms y/n” He set your coffee on your desk like usual.

“You little shit,” you glared at him.

“I just brought you coffee. Calm down” He puts his hands up in defense as if he was really just innocently bringing you coffee.

“Get the fuck out of here,” you say, annoyed. Literally, nothing has changed since you two confessed to each other, but you weren’t complaining. You loved the dynamic between the both of you and so did he.

“Okay, but first, don’t we look so good together?” He lowered his face next to yours while adjusting his tie, and checking you out in your desk mirror.

“We look great together. Now get to work” You hid your blushing face and lightly pushed him away from you.

“Kiss kiss,” he puckered his lips out for you to kiss like you hadn’t done it at his place, the car, and the parking lot before coming in.

“Mwah, now go before we get caught,” you patted his butt.

“Yes, boss, or soon to be,” he finally went to his cubical and stopped pestering you.

Not even a minute later, he was bothering you yet again by knocking on the thin wall separating you both. “We should go on a date later,” he whispered.

“Okay,” you reply back just as quietly.

“Where do you want to go?” He asks.

“Anywhere” All that could be heard was fast typing and you both whispering.

“How about the place that opened right down the street from here?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“Sure,” you whisper back.

“And then later, when we go home, if you want to, we can have sex,” he suggested.

You had to bite your lip to hold back your smile. You loved this idiot so much.

“Y/n?” He paused his typing for a quick second so he could hear your reply.

“Yes?” You said, doing a poor job of hiding your excited giggles.

“And then we can have sex after if you’re down. Are you down?” He repeated his question while resuming his typing.

“I’m down,” he blushed, getting all giddy at the idea of spending the whole day and night with you.

“Cool,” Of course, he’d reply with Cool. That response was just like him.

Approximately five minutes passed by before he spoke again. “Hey, y/n?” He says softly.

“Yes, seungie?” He smiles at your sweet tone while answering him.

“I love you” He passed you another heart-shaped origami over your cubical.

You stopped when you saw it on your desk. He paused everything he was doing and smiled on the other end, just waiting to hear you say it back.

Your heart melted as you imagined how cute he was while concentrating on making it for you. You could already see his cute little focused eyes and pouty lips. “I love you too.” Silenced ensued while you both got busy with work once again, but the smiles never left either of your faces for the rest of the day.

And that’s the story of how you got together with your cubicle crush.

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[thetreefairy]

Platonic Aizawa and Present Mic, where they come home late, the reader is just sitting in the dark eating and crying and listening to Daddy issues (favorite song to torture me with since I'm fatherless). Honestly, I’ll be good. Then next second, I’m quietly crying in the bathroom, and I’m pretty sure it’s not my depression.

Me making this a small fic like thing cuz I'm still studying be like:

Well this is disappointing

Reader hated it when Erasermic came home late, even if they were overbearing, they missed them.

It’s because their biological father was never there, attachment issues much.

"Time to make some shitty ass noodles and listen to daddy issues." Reader mumbled, as Reader cooked, they dumped a whole ass group of spices in the noodles and the egg they were making. When all that was done, they grabbed some junkfood and hid away in their room

When Erasermic noticed that no lamps were on. “Huh, reader never goes to bed early.” Hizashi mumbled surprised. But when they walked to Reader’s room to check up on them, they heard the song: ‘Daddy issues.

“What the actual fuck- “Aizawa cursed when they opened the door, seeing Reader eating noodles with a weird looking egg and random junk food around them. “Hey! No cursing around our baby!” Hizashi hissed to his husband. “You guys are four hours late!” Reader shouted with a full mouth of food. The couple stared at Reader shocked, switching the light switch so that they see their face. “Is that why you are sitting like this?” Aizawa asked, causing Reader to nod.

“Your assholes left me alone for four hours! And it’s not like I can leave because you fuckers never let me leave the house!”

The two adults chuckled and sat down next to Reader, Hizashi on the left and Aizawa on the right, they couldn't help but smile instead of scolding them for their foul language. “How about we have a family day this week?” Aizawa asked with a smile. “Can we watch a horror movie?”

“One horror movie, and you have to pick out a comedy or romance movie.” Hizashi compromised. Reader nodded well grinning, slurping their noodles and offering a piece of their egg to both their fathers. “You really need to put less spices on your food.” Aizawa mumbled as he ate a small piece. “Or, or, you should learn how to handle spices.”

"TIME FOR CUDDLES!" Hizashi shouted, trying to prevent an argument. Aizawa chuckled and said: "You are stuck with us tonight, kid."

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[slut4fangs]

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary: A steamy game of Truth or Dare escalates between you and your best friend Eddie Munson. It becomes increasingly clear he will stop at nothing to get your attention, including obsessing over you, stalking you at work, and wearing skin tight leather pants. Anything it takes to have you come over a play a naughty game of Truth or Dare

Warnings: 18+ Smut, Eddie is a perv, obsessive, irresistible, flirty, soft dom Eddie and mean Eddie but in a sexy way *wink wink.* Face sitting, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation. Eddie is a bit of a stalker because he's obsessed with reader, raunchy drinking game, a healthy amount of exhibitionism. And A bunch of other sexy things I want to be a surprise, etc.

Author's note: I really loved writing the first part so much that I couldn't help but write another one, Eddie and Reader's relationship is very personal to me lol I'm literally fangirling over my own writing right now. Enjoy, and remember to reblog and comment, it really helps and def encourages me to write more + means a lot to me! <3

It had been a week since you and Eddie confessed your feelings for each other, well more or less that's basically what happened. Most nights he would call just to talk about his day and ask you about your day, an excuse to hear your voice and to keep tabs on you. One thing Eddie Munson was sure of was that he didn't want anyone asking you out, or even innocently flirting with you, that was off the table. Eddie thought he was being casual, only coming into Family Video when you were scheduled, but you caught on quick.

"Need help finding anything, Munson," you're leaning up against the horror section shelf, arms crossed over your chest.

Eddie was squatting with his elbows on his knees, trying to find god knows what, he was particular with his horror movies. Eddie's hair was in a low bun, loose strands rested on his cheeks. You fought back a dreamy sigh that threatened to blow your cover, 'play it cool', you thought to yourself.

You squat down beside Eddie, and finally he turns to you, "I would, but the service here sucks," he slaps his knees and stands up, smiling down at you.

You fake pout, "that's offensive, Munson. I keep this place organized, and I do a pretty damn good job at that considering you like to put everything out of order on purpose, just to fuck with me. You're a menace." A very cute menace, honestly.

Eddie did that on purpose, mix up all of the tapes in the horror and comedy section and then watch as you huffed and puffed, organizing them all over again while he watched sitting on top of the counter, usually talking to Steve and Robin. That was most nights, but Sunday nights like tonight you were always on your own, mainly because Sunday was the least busy night and it was an option to work this night. But you were nothing but persistent in the pursuit of moving out of Hawkins, saving up for your way out was on your mind as much as Eddie Munson was. Which was saying something, because you thought about both a lot, both involved escapism and the irony of it all mocked you.

You hold out your hand to Eddie and he yanks you up by your hand so fast you have to steady yourself when you knock into his chest, you scoff while he's clearly amused that you're both chest to chest again.

"Woah, you ok," Eddie steadies you by your waist. You feel like a puddle of feelings looking up at him, all you wanted to do was kiss that goofy grin off his face.

"I would be ok if you stopped rearranging my masterpiece," you cross your arms over your chest, defiant but playful. Your cover was still holding strong, while you were screaming on the inside.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie puts his hands up in defense and chuckles.

"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about," you poke his chest with your finger.

"But when you organize the bottom shelves I always get the best view of London and France...and your underpants. You know that saying, right?"

"It's a children's rhyme...so yeah, I'm familiar. Why are you interested in my underpants anyways, Munson?" You weren't wearing any panties today and there's no way you were about to organize those VHS tapes in front of Eddie, you would never hear the end of it.

"Stop calling me that."

"Fine, what do you want me to call you?"

"Daddy," Eddie smirks and pokes his tongue out at you.

Your face heats up, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about calling him that outside of your fantasies. "You're such a perv, Eddie oh my god," you turn around and storm to the back of the store, the employee break room just behind the door. Eddie follows behind you, staring at your ass, and making sure to close the distance between you two when you hit the door his crotch is on your ass. Your hand rests on the door knob, frozen in place. It had been a week since you two were this close, it was driving you both insane being so close and keeping the game at play. But now since you both were aware, the rules of the game had changed drastically. Eddie was braver now, blatantly driving you crazy because he knew he could afford to be more obvious and in your face about it.

"Somethin' important in that break room, baby," Eddie whispers in your ear and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation.

"I have to pee, Eddie." You fake annoyance, this was your only way to maintain your cool, otherwise you would've fucked him in the aisles already. You had half a mind to make the horror section look like a porno, which Family Video would never dare to carry, being a family friendly store and all.

"Can I watch," Eddie says, completely serious and intrigued. Part of him wonders if you would ever consider saying yes to that question.

"Gross, no" you swat him away with your clipboard, you had your checklist for closing the store in hand.

"You should add doing me on that checklist of yours, sweetheart. What do you say," Eddie smiles nudging you back with his elbow. You're both facing each other now and you can feel your breath grow shallow with each passing moment. You wanted to be all over him in that moment, but teasing him was all apart of the fun. He tortured you, so it was only right you got to torture him back.

"Shut up, Eddie," you roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. Because his smile was just so contagious, it was hard not to melt at. You turn around, barging into the break room, turned away from Eddie and immediately letting that smile escape you while he wasn't looking at you, butterflies in your stomach.

Careful to coax that smile away because you knew Eddie would follow close behind you, not letting you out of his sight. He was in a good mood today, but that was about to change. You knew the more you teased him the meaner he would get, and that was sort of your goal.

"I have a show this Tuesday," Eddie mentions, sitting down at the break room table, manspreading like some kind of Greek god.

"Yeah...so?" You stand above Eddie and the moment you're close enough for him to grab he pulls you into his lap.

"So you're going," Eddie's voice gets huskier, more demanding as he places a gentle hand on your chin, tilting your face to his. "I don't like your attitude, Princess. Do I have to be mean to get your attention, is that it?"

“M-Maybe,” you stammer, Eddie’s delighted at his new found discovery.

“Ah, I know what you are now, makes a lot of sense too. Hmm, I think I could use this to my advantage.”

“What I am, what do you mean by that?” You wiggle under Eddie’s gaze, his eyes were practically black whenever he was like this, it was mesmerizing as much as it was terrifying. 

“You’re. A. Brat. See, you can’t even stop yourself from grinding yourself on my dick. You’re so needy, Princess,” Eddie moves you so that you’re straddling his waist, both of your legs gripping his hips for dear life.

“I thought I was a cocktease,” your voice is hushed, small compared to Eddie’s loud mouth.

“Oh, you are. That’s what you’ve been doing the moment I walked in here, acting like what happened a week ago was nothing. If you wanted to get a fucking rise out of me it worked, you’re coming home with me tonight. When’s your shift end, Princess?”

“In thirty minutes…”

“See you in thirty,” Eddie hops out of his seat, pulling you up with him as he stands, striding out of the room without looking back. 

Eddie knew what you wanted now, which was reassuring, but there were still answers left blank whenever he thought about you and what your relationship meant. How far can you go with someone and still consider them a friend? One thing was clear, and that everything had changed between the two of you for good. Maybe you could still consider each other friends, but most friends didn’t spend all day fantasizing about the other. Eddie sat in his van, parked in front of your work, contemplating how insane this all was. He had never felt this crazy about someone. Never could he imagine being so consumed, and so obsessed with you. He had always seen you as beautiful, funny, smart, reliable, but it wasn’t until that game night where you two had first seen each other in a different light. Eddie thought about that night a lot, and wondered how intentional your advances were, or if it was just a pure accident. 

Everyone was drunk, laughing and playing cards, when you came back from a night out you found Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie all at the dining room table. Nancy called to you first and managed to ask if you wanted to be dealt in. You said sure and she dealt you a hand of cards, but then you noticed there were no more seats left.

You looked over at Eddie, his lap looked so comfortable and inviting, so sit-able. And so you were still tipsy from the bar, so you thought to yourself ‘fuck it,’ and sat down in Eddie Munson’s lap. Eddie was shocked, you were always so polite and friendly…but never this damn friendly. The pressure of your ass on his thigh made it hard not to get a boner, but he fought for as long as he could, trying to play it cool. No one said a word about it, they hardly even noticed, all distracted with drunk chatter.

“Comfortable, honey,” Eddie squeezes your waist playfully.

“You’re the best seat in the house, Munson,” you say, definitely not thinking about sitting on his face. You had drunk two glasses of wine, and while it was having an effect on you, you were completely aware of your actions, just more inclined to do them is all.  

Eddie chuckles, “so I guess girl’s night was better than game night with us then…did you at least miss me,” Eddie fake pouts. He was always naturally flirty so there was nothing off about this, but now things suddenly felt different, dirtier. The way he squeezed your hips made you feel like you were doing something forbidden.

You rub your thighs together at his words, moving to straddle his thigh, your elbows on the table. Staring down at your cards you place one in the deck, everyone was too busy and caught up with conversation to see what was happening right in front of them. It was almost too easy, you thought about taking Eddie to your bedroom right then, no one would even suspect a thing if you said you were tired and wanted to turn in for the night. 

“Of course I missed you, don’t be silly,” you rubbed yourself on Eddie’s thigh, testing the waters. 

Eddie’s cock grows beneath you and you grind your ass on him, it goes on for about five minutes and Eddie’s doing everything in his power to keep social grace even though you were driving him crazy. Eddie stood suddenly and excused himself to the restroom. Little did you know at the time, he went to your bedroom to relieve himself instead, he left early holding his jacket over his pants to hide the dark patch on his jeans. 

“Is he…alright,” Robin questioned, raising an eyebrow in your direction. And for a moment you thought you were about to get caught before anything had actually started. But then thankfully Robin shrugged it off and went back into a rant about the newest book she read and how bogus the ending was. You sighed quietly in relief and went about the rest of your night like normal. 

Normal was a funny word, a concept really, a concept that didn’t exist between you and Eddie anymore. That’s why when you opened the passenger door to his van, you didn’t know what to expect.

“So, are you kidnapping me or something? Because I don’t have time for that, I have an air tight schedule, Munson.” You couldn’t help it, the word just slipped out of your mouth, it’s what you were used to calling him. That’s what Steve called him for a long time until eventually Eddie started calling Steve ‘Stevie,’ that’s when everyone followed suit on the first name and nickname basis. 

If looks could kill, you’d be dead, the way Eddie stared you down made your stomach do little flips. He looked really hot when he was angry, and maybe subconsciously you wanted to rile him up more than originally intended. 

“What did I tell you about calling me that? It’s Eddie, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you salute him with your hand and he scoffs back at you, muttering something along the lines of ‘that’s more like it’ under his breath while backing out of the parking space. 

The ride to Eddie’s place was quiet, he moved into a one bedroom apartment a year ago, it wasn’t fancy but it was homey and modest. Eddie opens the front door for you, letting you go ahead of him, always looking for a chance to gawk at your ass. Eddie didn’t care about being subtle about it anymore, he pinches your ass the moment you step in front of him, cackling when you jump in surprise. 

“Eddie! What was that for?!”

“Your butt is really pinchable. I can't help myself, but hey I almost forgot I have a surprise for you,” Eddie smiles mischievously and runs to his cabinets to fish out some shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He was planning on you coming over, he had deep cleaned and reorganized his whole apartment in a nervous rush two hours beforehand. But he would never admit that outright.

You cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes at him, “what’s that for?” Stupid question, you knew what. Eddie wanted to play a game.

“I have a drinking game I’ve been dyin’ to play with you, honey,” bingo, fucking jackpot, you were right.

Eddie looked downright stunning tonight, and you finally have a moment to admire him under good lighting. A Black Sabbath muscle t-shirt that left little to the imagination with leather pants, god how could you only notice now he was wearing leather fucking pants?! 

“Like what you see, doll,” Eddie winks and hands you a shot glass and brings you to his room, leading you by one hand, and holding his shot glass and the whiskey bottle in the other. 

Eddie’s room was…clean? Strange and unusual behavior from a man that would usually forget empty beer cans in his room. 

“Weird,” you mumble under your breath. Eddie’s making himself comfortable, head up against the headboard, pouring himself a shot and motioning for you to set your shot glass down and pours one for you as well. “So this game you’ve been dying to play with me…what exactly is it,” you ask, crawling on Eddie’s lap and making yourself comfortable straddling him for the second time today.

“Truth, Dare, or Drink sweetheart?” Eddie’s grinning from ear to ear, prepared Truth’s and Dare’s already in mind.

“Truth,” you say instinctively, already regretting your choice you wince, knowing what’s bound to come up. Maybe Eddie will go easy on you, or at least wait a few rounds to bring out the big guns so to speak.

“What have you and King Steve done,” oh so he wasn’t going easy on you at all, not even a little bit. 

Whatever, you had to answer this truthfully sometime, better late than never. You downed the shot before you spoke, Eddie’s eyes widened at this, his heart skipping several beats. “He taught me a few things, like how to kiss. But it’s not what you think, Eddie. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. Are you satisfied now?”

“What do you mean taught you a few things, what does that even mean? Just kissing? Why did you need a fucking teacher, anyways. Did he con you into that so he could feel you up or something, I mean, fuck. That just sounds like a porno to me, sounds fucking ridiculous to me.” The thought of you and Steve sharing such an intimate moment, made Eddie’s heart ache a bit, but imagining the two of you kissing did give him a semi hard on.

“Ah ah ah, wait your turn. You only get one question at a time, sir. Play by the rules,” you say, Eddie rolls his eyes at you. “Truth, Dare, or Drink, babe?” 

Eddie’s heart flutters at the pet name but he keeps a straight face, “Well, since I’m drinking no matter what after listening to that…fuck it, dare me,” Eddie downs his shot and pours himself another, downing that one as well. 

“Jesus, you haven’t even heard the dare yet.”

“I needed the first one for sanity, and the second one for bravery, now dare me!” Eddie yanks your hair playfully and you swat his arm.

“Ok fine, I dare you to…”

Eddie chants, “please say eat your pussy,” three times with his hands clasped together in prayer and his eyes screwed shut while you think of a dare. 

“Take your shirt off,” it wasn’t much but it was the best you could think of under pressure.

“Oh, so you are horny, good to know. Lame dare, but good to know,” Eddie tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps your ass. “I could still eat your pussy though, I don’t need to be dared for that. That’s on the house!”

“Focus, Eddie! Keep your head in the game, this is serious!”

“I’ll have you know I am very serious, now Truth, Dare, or Drink?” Eddie’s eyebrows are raised, prompting you, a whole list of truths and dares already circulating his mind.

“Dare…and drink,” you hold out your glass and Eddie pours you another shot and you toss it down, wincing at the burn, but appreciating the warm feeling that grew in your stomach from the whiskey.

Eddie has something wicked in mind, you could tell by the look on his face,  “I dare you to sit on my face,” Eddie’s staring you down, laying down and making a ‘come here’ motion with his pointer finger.

You take a deep breath and crawl onto his chest and plant a small kiss on his cheek, the way Eddie had his tongue out and wiggled his eyebrows at you made you throb. Thinking about his tongue on your pussy was something you thought about constantly, and now it was finally happening, in the hottest way possible no less. You place yourself on his face, Eddie grips your thighs, pulling you down further so you weren’t hovering. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan, hands running through his curls, you pull on his hair when his tongue sucks at your clit. You start grinding on Eddie’s face and he does the unthinkable, HE starts moaning at how you tasted. Eddie squishes your thighs, massaging them, your face is flush and you try not to laugh. He sucked on your clit so hard that it tickled, you throw your hands over your mouth, but not before one giggle escapes. Maybe he won’t notice? Eddie stops and you smooth your skirt down so your can see his face better. Oh god, he fucking noticed. He also noticed you didn’t wear panties underneath your skirt today. He wasn’t about to let those two things go without chastising you about them.

“Hey, what’s so funny, punk,” Eddie questions you, his mouth wet from you.

“It just tickles, that was,” you sigh deeply, “amazing. But don’t get a big ego because I said that,” you point your finger at him and he tries to bite it but you pull it away quickly. “Now, Truth, Dare, or Drink, Eddie?” 

“But I wasn’t finished!” Eddie tugs at your skirt and tries to pull you up to his face again, you resist him and scoot into his lap. He sits up, hands propped up behind him and sighs, “you’re driving me crazy again.”

“Too bad, answer the question, pretty boy,” you say and squish his cheeks together. Eddie thinks he’ll die if you call him another pet name, you’re softening the mean Eddie that showed his face not too long ago. 

“Are you kidding? Dare me, and make it challenging this time, babe. Shock me,” Eddie tosses back another shot and winces, slamming the shot glass down on his bedside table.

“I dare you to call Steve Harrington and ask him on a date,” you giggle at the utter shock on Eddie’s face at your words.

“Well, you shocked me. But I’m drinking and not at liberty to discuss Stevie for the rest of the night, ok?” Eddie takes the whiskey bottle and takes one big gulp.

“Easy there, tiger,” you say, taking the whiskey bottle away from Eddie before he tries to chug anymore. “I think we’re good on this for tonight, I’m putting this away,” you roll off the bed and stride into the kitchen, placing the whiskey bottle back where Eddie got it, hoping he doesn’t try to argue with you on this one. 

“You’re such a killjoy, baby,” Eddie grumbles from behind you, following your every move once again. You turn around to see Eddie admiring you, amused by how responsible and cute you were, the little things showed you cared about him and it made his heart swell. “My sweet little killjoy, my little cocktease, my little brat,” Eddie rattles on, caging you to the counter, arms on either side of you . “Am I going to have to show you how to ease up, ya know, just let me in. I know you want me, baby. Afterall, that’s why you’re wearing this skirt, huh? That’s for me, isn’t it,” Eddie’s face is proud, “I love the lack of panties by the way, easy access. Only for me, right,” Eddie’s in your face now, staring down at your lips and licking his own. 

You’re speechless, for once you’re speechless. That was a lot to process, and Eddie was on a roll, you wanted to hear more from that dirty mouth of his. 

“Truth or Dare,” Eddie challenges you one last time. 

“Dare, definitely dare,” you say, knowing you would’ve done whatever he asked of you right then and there. You were under his spell, you thought, or maybe you just happened to have a soul crushing, heart pounding, crush on your best friend that changed the dynamics of your friendship forever. Probably the ladder, though.

Eddie grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, “I dare you to hop up on my counter and open those pretty legs for me. Here, I’ll help,” Eddie lifts you up and sets you down on the counter, discarding your shirt you stare at him in awe. You never really thought raw sex appeal was a real thing until you saw Eddie Munson at work, and riled up. He was a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure. Shirtless, tatted, leather pants, the imprint of his hard cock through his pants were very distracting. Eddie opens your legs, insisting you keep your ‘pretty skirt on for him’ winking, unzipping his pants to reveal he also didn’t wear underwear today either. His dick hit his stomach, pre cum staining his newest tattoo of a dragon in red ink. Eddie peels the leather pants off and situates himself between your legs, “you’re being so good for me, doll. I’m really proud of you, nothing smart to say?” Eddie holds his dick in one hand, rubbing it up and down your pussy. 

“You look really yummy right now, so no,” you hold his face in your hands gently and crash your lips into his. Eddie slams himself into you with ferocity, no one’s called him yummy before and he thinks he could get used to that, get used to your body as well. You wrap your legs around his torso and moan into his mouth, a moan you didn’t know you had in you, it was so pretty it sounded fake. 

Eddie breaks the kiss to suck on your neck, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear, “you’re so pretty, baby. Did I ever tell you that? Oh god, you’re being so good for me tonight I’m going to fuck you so good. Can you touch yourself for me, please? Yeah, rub your clit just like that, you’re perfect.” Eddie’s praises and rough pace was enough to make you see stars alone, your fingers on your clit was sending you over the edge. Overstimulated and a moaning mess, you kiss him with tears falling down your cheeks, Eddie sucks on your tongue and bites your lip, he was overstimulating you on purpose. Knowing much more about women’s desires than any man in Hawkins, only because he was obsessed with women and sex, and learning about the two of them. The female sexual response was something that came naturally to him, he had enough practice to know what drove women crazy, and you were the cherry on top. The one he’d been waiting to spoil with his knowledge, but it was almost downright devilish from your perspective. You’d never fallen apart in front of someone like this, it was new…but a good new.

Pulling away from the kiss Eddie wipes a tear from your eye and cups your cheek, “aw, did I make you cry? I’m so sorry, baby. But I’m not finished yet, do you think you can be a good girl for a little bit longer for me?”

You shake your head yes, fucked out and resting your head on his shoulder, holding his torso while he pounded into you. Eddie gripped your hips and resumed his fast pace for a good ten minutes, kissing your chest, neck, and lips until you felt him come deep inside of you. You could feel his dick twitch as he pulled out of you, “I’m really proud of you, baby,” and sloppily kissed your lips. 

“Does my makeup still look good,” you sniffle and wipe under your eyes, laughing at how absurd this all felt. Fucking your best friend felt like a sin, it was something secret that was just for the two of you to share. The feelings you two shared only made it worse, made you feel more guilty, and scared the friendship would never be the same. That worry never leaving your mind most days, but right now you didn’t care, this wrong felt so right. 

“Don’t worry about it, you look yummy,” Eddie smirks and pulls you in for another kiss. 

Before you knew it, it was finally Tuesday, the day of Eddie’s show and you were sitting at the bar watching his set, he was wearing those fucking leather pants again. Eddie kept glancing over at you, not being able to help himself. You were wearing a flattering red dress adorned with red lipstick, he admired the bold choice, and you admired his. The Pants were definitely something you could consider your weakness now, something that would always make you think of how your best friend seduced you again, and how you were starting to care less any time you saw him mouth something to you from the stage between songs. Eddie mouthed the words ‘hey, killjoy’ and ‘yummy,’ and winked every time he caught you staring at him with your mouth open. Watching him play was fucking mesmerizing.

When the show ended Eddie sauntered over to you, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning into your personal space, “did you like it?” He was ecstatic you went to one of his shows, cheering him on silently from a pretty decent size bar crowd he had managed to gain over time. They were a town favorite, Corroded Coffin was one good show away from a state tour, and Eddie was proud of that.

“I loved it, the guitar player was pretty cute too, and the singer…,” you smile up at his face that was glistening with sweat. 

“Hey, I happen to be both of those guys. What are the odds, wanna have a private show in about an hour? VIP only!”

“Isn’t it inappropriate to take advantage of your fans,” you tease him.

“I think it would be inappropriate to not take advantage of how killer you look tonight, doll face. See you in an hour,” Eddie grins, stealing your beer, then smooching your cheek quickly and hugging you to him with affection. Sticking his tongue out at you, he jogged away to pack up his equipment with the rest of the guys. 

Your mouth dropped, not caring if anyone saw, because still it could’ve easily been seen as regular Eddie behavior from an outside view. But you knew better, you knew right then and there you were head over heels in love with your best friend Eddie Munson.

#eddie x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #dom!eddie munson #dom!eddie #perv!eddie

[nanomooselet]

Little but Fierce IX

By the end of the finale, Knives is excused attendance on account of self-immolation. Vash, though alive, is understandably in hiding. Wolfwood's pulled a Stampede of his own and fucked off, and his whereabouts remain unknown. Roberto's gone. Meryl mourns him.

She is the last one standing.

This has changed her. Her clean white has been darkened, and her reflective shades conceal her expressive eyes - a shield between her emotions and the world she never had before. Something Vash and Wolfwood both had the right idea about. She's dispensed with her poofy jacket and her oversized shoes, and of course one cannot help but fail to notice: she's not intimidated by a hint of sexuality anymore. (Or maybe I'm just too much of a lesbian to avoid noticing the tits, I don't know.)

She wears brown slacks. Hooped earrings. A grey shirt. She carries the weight of the people she lost in a dozen other little ways, something Vash himself does. Like him, she's come into herself - though she was always a little ahead of the boys in that respect. Girls often have to be; it's expected. But she was lucky, too, to have a stable base to grow from, which neither Wolfwood or Vash had for very long.

Overlooking her was Knives's greatest tactical error. Vash keeping his distance from her might also have been a mistake. Because she played a part neither of them ever could have - and not as Rem, and while Roberto openly drew a comparison between her and Vash, not him either. As reluctant as he is to assume the role just at the moment, Vash does do a pretty good job being Vash the Stampede all by himself.

It still always comes back to the twins. Wolfwood, as I said, has more in common with Vash than not. Meryl's different. She tries to be a nice person, tries to be like Vash. But the twin she most resembles isn't Vash.

It's Knives.

Or perhaps a better way to think of her would be as Nai - the solemn little boy Vash knew all those years ago, before he became the horror he is now.

Vash has always been a pragmatic guy, very concerned with what's of tangible benefit. He's practical. He's concerned with the physical. The flower is pretty, but is it edible? (It'd be better if it was.) He's good at improvising and thinking on his feet. He's all about what's real, what's here and now, not stories.

Nai was the idealist. Emotionally-driven. Intuitive. The one who knows little of the world, but tries to learn more. The one who looks for the truth, and judges. The one who seeks and observes and remembers. The one who makes structures and strives for efficiency. The one who tells himself stories inside his head.

Just like Meryl.

Meryl is aggressive and self-righteous. She's ambitious, determined to be on top. She's angry, and her anger motivates her. Whatever she decides to do, she wants to do it well and plan it out as thoroughly as she can - like Knives, she's a perfectionist. She doesn't have the raw physical strength to smash walls, so she's had to learn to be a little smarter than that to survive which... well, is maybe a lesson Knives could have benefitted from learning. But then if he was capable of learning these lessons, none of them would be here.

Meryl has emotions like solar flares; she's intensely expressive to the point of comedy, just like Knives has every single feeling he feels written all over his silly face. And her jacket made her look bigger. Like him, she makes an effort to seem physically imposing. It's just rather less effective on her and she looks like an angry blueberry cupcake instead of a Greek statue.

You know how Knives saw Tesla's remains, and later all those Plants go through the Last Run, and he justifiably freaked the fuck out? Meryl got to see, firsthand, Dr. Conrad's handiwork, her mentor's death (which, despite his assurances, was her fault) and then poor Vash slowly having his identity and memories ripped out of him until he was a husk.

They both had older men trying to shield them from danger and retaliation. One whom we all knew was doomed to die - even him, I think - and who tried his best to make the time he had count. With his death, he freed Meryl from his strictures, but left behind all the lessons he taught her. Meanwhile Dr. Conrad is held hostage to the fulfilment of Knives's wishes, and would have been freed from them with his own death. With Knives's defeat, he remains trapped. Still bearing his cross.

And call me delusional but… something about the way he's lingered on here makes my brain tickle.

He has to be thinking of what Roberto said to him. Conrad insisted he "did nothing to demean" his subjects, innocuous phrasing for a revolting suggestion. Roberto mocks him for thinking it absolves him, telling him yeah, I bet you didn't, you seem too uptight. My feeling is that it's a moral line Conrad is very purposeful in not crossing, the same way he tells himself he's giving those lost kids purpose.

Looking out at all these poor violated Plants, can he still believe Knives shares even that single principle? Is this what the endpoint of atonement looks like? Is this "freedom" the Plants themselves would welcome? He said it was a hundred and fifty years too late to save humanity... but Roberto's triumph may yet still echo into the future.

Anyway, Meryl's also someone who imposes her will, albeit mostly by scolding. She assumes superiority and will not bend to compromise. While she can't kill people with demon blade tentacles, now she's Derringer Meryl, counterpart to Millions Kni(ves).

But she differs from Knives in a few key respects. While both are (or once were) determined to find and know the truth, Meryl doesn't close her eyes to it once she does. She has the emotional strength, or perhaps a steadier foundation, to withstand such deep shocks to her worldview, and to learn from them, as a good investigator does. Which makes her a liar's natural predator - she's a counter to Knives and his delusional manipulations, a living tool to dismantle his falsehoods. And now that she's endured all she has, she assumes her own identity, leaving behind the insecurities which Knives found he could not abandon.

She can extend trust. (I can't get a shot that makes it clearer Vash is picking Knives up, sorry.)

She remembers the past, but is not consumed by longing for it.

She's proven herself worthy to bear and reveal the truth.

She's grown up. Now she's as strong as Knives wishes he could be, and she didn't have to kill a single person to become so.

And there's still more to come. She's getting a newbie of her own now, rather more reliable protection than a single derringer, and we know Vash's story is not yet complete. Nor can they be sure that Luida's plan will come to fruition. (And, I mean, we know even getting himself melted to a skeleton didn't kill Knives. There's no way it did. Personally I'm little concerned that he might, for once, have learned from his mistake, and remembers Meryl.)

Whatever comes, though, she'll have an important part to play in it - as important as Wolfwood, the right hand to Vash's left.

Don't overlook her. She matters. Ship or not, remember her. It would be a terrible pity if all the work that's gone into her story turned out to be in vain.

Fin. Final phase can't come soon enough. Possibly unwelcome personal insight: it was in fact partly due to her that I found the courage to identify as a lesbian, so my intentions here aren't entirely honourable. I demand more sexy fanart of Meryl.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

#meta: little but fierce #trigun meta #trigun stampede #meryl stryfe #tristampparty #and THAT'S why she wears white and blue #she's not just The Girl she's knives's worst enemy #i like wolfwood okay but where my girl :( #she's tiny and funny and complicated and badass and so cool #and i love her so much #tw sa implied #millions knives #terrible terrible plant man

[justash02]

Rebound.

Pairing; Wilhem x Fem!reader.

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A/n: I’m so obsessed with this man, Edvin has my heart so I just wanted to make a little smut with our boy Wilhem. (Kinda weird to say that bc my dead grandpas name is Wilhem-) I think Wilhems sexuality is still unlabed pls if not text me and I’ll delete it. (Writing this at work btw-)

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Warnings; Smut! UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT GO PLAY IN THE PARK.

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I’ve been texting Wille all break and I am confident to say that we are good friends at this point. His taking his break up with Simon don’t well… like at all.

Ever now and then I see him out side of class and he just looks drained from all the emotions he’s feeling. And I definitely can’t blame him. He’s having a bomb of emotions at this point that he has no clue how to deal with.

Seems like I’ll be of to the store, I put my phone back into my pocket in a swift move and turned on my heels.

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Later that night I went over to Willes room, number 15 and knocked on the door. I heard shifting around in the room and second later a tired looking Wilhem opened the door.

His dirty blond hair hung in front of his face as his brown eyes pierced mine own. He opened the door fully so I could come in and closed it later.

“Is he that bad?” Wille could only scoff as he grabbed his laptop, “Hes fucking awful, like, every thing he does disgusts me.” Ploof, he laid on the bed close to me. His body heat instantly warmed me up making me drop my eyes a little at the comfort.

“What did you get your crown prince?” He asked raising his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and hit his arm, “we agreed you wouldn’t abuse that power anymore with me.” He just laughed at looked at me as I pulled my rainbow bag onto the bed.

“I got you some cherry soda.” His eyes peeked up from the bag as he instantly sat up, “All those are mine?” I nodded and handed them to him. “Wait… how did you know I love cherry?” He asked smiling.

I could feel the heat travel up to my cheeks as I coughed a bit. “U-uh, you told me a few weeks ago. I have a pretty good memory of my friends and what they like.” He stared down at the soda and back up at me and smiled.

“You’re the best, might keep you all to my self.” Sadly you’re just joking. “I also got you some Chips and some candy.” He leaned over and instantly his cologne filled my senses. Weirdly enough his whole excisions screams comfort.

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t have dinner?” He suddenly asked, I just shrugged but he definitely wasn’t having it. He picked up his phone and called the Royal court.

“Hey, Jan-Olof. The food in the cafeteria hasn’t been that good lately and I’ve started to notice that it affects my studies, could you can me some (Fav food) and could you make it two portions? I’m extremely hungry.” He said, I heard Jan-Olof agree on the other side of the line as Wille closed his phone with a smug smile.

“You did not just call the Royal Court just for food-“ I said laughing, he just laughed with me and started scrolling through the movies.

“Horror?”, “meh, everything I’ve seen on Netflix was shit.”, “Romance?”, “You want me to be that miserable?”, “Comedy?”, “Eehhh I don’t know.” This went on for ages until we decided on The Hunger Games.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“You Royal people just don’t have taste.” I said winking. He smiled and avoided my gaze until Jan-Olof knocked on the door. I quickly hid and waited till they were done.

“Thank you, bye Jan-Olof!” Wille said waving the older man goodbye. “Here you go darling.” Oh- I heated up a bit and took the bag from him. “wait, how did you know what my favorite food is?” I asked Wille.

He just shrugged and winked at me before tearing open to boxes of food, he grabbed me a small bed table for my box and set the laptop in front of us.

“Don’t you want it?” I asked pointing to the table, “Nah, I don’t trust you with food on my bed.”, “Ok, rude.” He just laughed and started playing the movie.

After a while we were both finished eating and we had moved a bit closer to each other. I regretted coming here in just my tank top and some shorts as the cold air creeps in the room ever now and then.

“Uh Y/n.. want a sweater?” Wille asked flustered, “Mhm?” I looked at him seeing him already looking at me, but he wasn’t looking at my face.

I followed his vision and they landed fully on my breasts, my hard nipples showing through my tanktop. Oop- my hands clapped around them accepting his offer only to have Wille not respond.

“Have I told you I’ve never been with a girl before, like sexually?” He asked, his eyes still not leaving my now covered breasts, he slowly looks up with something in his eyes I’ve never seen before from him.

“N-no, you haven’t… didn’t think it was appropriate to ask the crown prince that…” I said, his lip got caught between his teeth as he ran his hand though his hair. “C-Can I.. maybe…” His voice was soft and insecure.

He glared over at my lips before inching closer, moving so slow as if he was giving me time to push him away in need.

“Wille…” I whispered, he gently closed the gap between us and kissed me, it was soft and gentle. His hand slowly moved to my face to cup it as I kissed him back.

I moved my arms around his neck and pulled him closer and he pulled me into his lap. His lips still ever so gently moving against mine. Fuck, what the fuck am I doing?

“W-wait Wille.” I said pressing against his shirt covered chest, “I’m not going to be a rebound, you’re not thinking straight.” I said as confident as I could. Did I mean it? Partly? Would I still let him fuck me even if I would just be a rebound? Yes.

“I-“ BANG, before Wille could finish the door of his room swings open revealing Henry, I quickly pushed myself off of Wille and covered myself up with his blanket feeling extremely exposed at the moment. “Hey we are going to prank- oh shit- uh, hey, y/n. Uh, I uh, I didn’t mean to cock block I promise.”, “Henry.”, “Yes?”, “Leave.”, “Yes sir.” Henry blurred out and threw the door closed.

The rooms was silence for a few minutes, the sound of Wille’s clock next to his bed was almost echoing through the room.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Maybe I should go-“

Panic seemed spread through Wille as he jumped up standing in front of me, “N-no don’t leave.” He said, he turned around and grabbed me a sweater and signed me to put my arms up.

I looked away and did what he asked as he put the sweater over my head. “Don’t worry about Henry, he won’t say anything.”

I just hummed, scenarios filling my mind as Wille sat down with a puff next to me. Silence filled the room once again as Wille started moving uncomfortably next to me.

“You good?”

“Y-Yes just- I’m hard…” oh. “I get it if you don’t want to do anything anymore, here.” He said handing me the laptop, “I-I’ll just be in the shower- you know… getting rid of this.” He said, I just nodded I stared into space a bit but I couldn’t keep my mind off of the feeling of his lips onto mine.

I could feel the heat getting more bothersome as I heard the shower turn on, just thinking about the unholy stuff he’s probably doing at this moment makes me completely insane. Truth is I’ve always thought Wilhem is extremely attractive and I think he knows I like him.

I leaned back against his pillow and closed my eyes, I started imaging how good his fingers would feel as they fucked into me. I could heard Wille soft groans and moans and that made me lose my mind.

I slowly stood up and moved closer to the bathroom, his delicious whimpers filled the room as I softly opened the door. What on earth was I doing?

I pulled my hair out of the bun I made earlier and stepped inside, I gently closed the door trying to be as quiet as I could and started undressing myself.

I was so far into my daze that reality doesn’t even set in anymore as I stepped in behind him, I slowly laid my hand of his waist as he jumped a bit. He turned around and his brown eyes met mine.

His cheeks were bright red but he quickly recovered and held out his hand for me to take. His wet warm hands cupped mine as he pulled me into him. I felt his dick press against my leg as I let out a gasp from surprise.

He didn’t say anything instead he just inspected my body and curves, his long fingers traced over my skin as he soon got a look of my stretch marks, “You’re beautiful…” he said in awe.

If I didn’t know he was so head over heels for Simon I would think he actually meant it. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as his lips make their way to my neck, I sigh left my lips. God he was so good.

“Im starting to think you want a different shower than this.” He said, the cocky tone in his voice didn’t help me much, I could feel myself getting more and more hot and bothered as he cupped my butt messaged my cheeks roughly. His lips soon left my neck and intertwined with mine again.

“Do you need me to prepare you?” He asked against my lips, the words were rushed and hastily. I pulled away and gazed down to his cock, I reached over to it gently cupped it making his breath hitch.

His pretty pink tip looked so nice and red almost angry, he was the perfect size in my opinion. He seemed to be well groomed which was definitely a plus point. Finally a guy who takes care of himself.

“I don’t think so.” I whispered as my mouth started to water. He smirked and wrapped his arms around my legs pulling me up against the walls he sat me on the little seat as he roughly spread my legs.

“Be a good girl for me and keep your legs open for me?” He asked but it seemed more like a order, he cupped his dick with his hand and slowly started leaning closer to my entrance.

“Are you sure?” He whispered extremely impatient, “yeah-“, “No I mean like. Are you sure you want to do this and risk falling in love with me?” He said smirking. I laughed and smacked his chest.

“Cheeky cunt-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he thrusts his cock in, I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck making him lean closer.

He sighed almost out of relieve as he felt my pussy welcoming his cock so nice and good. He leaned his forehead against my shower and gently kissed the skin there.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I might cum faster then I thought I would.” He said laughing a bit. “I don’t mind,” I whispered in his ear, “Do whatever you want baby.” He whimpered a bit at the nickname making me smile.

Soon he started thrusting his hips back and forth just hitting the spot making my eyes rol back a bit, I could just feel that my reaction was giving him the confidence he needed because soon he tried to hit the spot more and more just to get reactions out of me.

Soon the sounds of skin clapping filled the room, the wet noises and the steam around us added to the passion we were both feeling.

“F-fuck, Y/n-“ He fucked harder into me, he fucked into me so good that I almost forgot about being quiet. But as close as I was to cumming too I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder off to the fact that I am very much I love with him.

No y/n you can’t do that to him, it’s not fair-

Hé leaned over closer then before and pressed his thumb against my pearl of nerve, flicking it with the most concentration that he could have at the moment as he was getting more and more pussy drunk.

“Ah- shit… Wille.” I whined out, he sped his speed up a bit and with that his thumb went faster too, pushing me over my edge.

My legs started to shake, my eyes began to water and I couldn’t hold the loud moan that left my lips. He quickly grabbed my chin and planted his lips on to mine in another kiss. But this kiss felt different. Almost as it.. it was love?

I purposefully squeezed my walls around his cock making him groan as he fucked out my high, “Cum in me.” I could see the hesitation in Willes eyes for not even a second before he cummed. He was shaking in his legs at the powerful orgasm he had and fucked into me just to get the last drops of cum in me.

“F-fuck.” He groaned, his cum filled me to the brim making me feel ever so full. He pulled out and he sat on the ground of the shower. He pressed his legs against his chest and covered his face.

“Wille?” I quiet sob come from the boy making me worried, I choice to ignore the cum running down my legs as I sat on my knees in front of him. “Wille? Are you okay? This doesn’t have to change our friendship.” I said placing my hands on his knees leaning slightly over to see his red eyes as tears ran down his face.

“I-I think I’m having a p-panic attack-“ He gasped as he lets go of his face, his eyes quickly met mine as he keeps gasping for air. I quickly placed one hand in his chest to feel his heart and one of his cheek.

“Wille, im here, you’re ok… I promise.” During his gasps more tears start falling down as he completely breaks down. “I-I’m not ok.” He whimpered out. That broke my heart. His bottom lip started shivering and his eyes shot all over the place as he tried to find something else to focus on.

“C-Can you just hold me?” He cried out and he reached out his arms, now tears were running down my face as I quickly wrapped my arms around the boy. “I-I think I’m in love with you.. but also with Simon. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He said crying.

With pain in my heart I knew that he would pick Simon over me any day and that I was just a one time thing to me.

A rebound.

#x reader #young royals #edvin ryding #wilhem young royals #prince wilhem #Wilhem x reader #smut

[zahmbie]

Kay hear me out. Habit with a partner who also murders people

You guys would be a nightmare for Vinny lmao

Content warnings for discussion of violence and gore, with the reader actively participating in it

I’m a little split here, one one hand HABIT loves freaking out his partner occasionally. He’d never hurt you of course, but he thinks it’s funny to see your disgust when he comes downstairs coated in blood and gore or to see your reaction to him bringing home a victim. 

On the other hand, you’d probably be the perfect partner for him. He doesn’t get to scare you but he gets to be as openly fucked up as he wants, and he can drag you along with him! He’s normally not one to initiate a date (unless you count sitting on the couch watching old horror DVDs a date), but now he drags some poor soul up to the attic and calls you killing them together a date night. Romance isn’t dead but that guy sure is

He lets himself be a little more ‘romantic’ than usual when you two are together like this. He’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and lay his head on your arm/shoulder and guides the knife you’re holding, or draw little hearts on you in blood with his finger. 

A very fond memory between the two of you is just spending all night sharing stories of murdering people. You guys shared ideas and worked out plans together, and HABIT looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters as you describe the first time you killed someone. He’s not really able to relate to any fears of getting caught (though he does make a big show of protecting you from cops), but he loves the excitement in your eyes as you talk about it.

He often calls you pet names but the peak of comedy to him is calling you over the top pet names in front of a victim. He’ll be monologuing to someone about how he’s gonna rip their throat out with his teeth and his voice is so deep and he’s snarling so much you can barely understand him, then he looks over at you and calls you some shit like snickerdoodle in the same tone.

I’m picturing the attic scene and HABIT switches like “You think you’re untouchable? Not even god could hide from me. Oh my Precious Sunshine Honey Bun Love Bug would you please get me my good knife <3”

HABIT’s really likes the idea of inhabiting you while killing someone. It’d be a huge show of trust on your part, letting what’s more or less a demon into your body and mind willingly. He’s super into the thought but if you aren’t he won’t push it, he’s pretty rough with his hosts and has little (if any) self preservation skills. Even if he treated you like you were made of glass- which he would- you’d still come out of it with some scars.

He’s held on to the heart of the first person you killed together for months, giving it to you preserved in a jar as an anniversary gift.

#everymanhybrid x reader #emh x reader #habit emh x reader #habit x reader #creepypasta x reader #zombie writes #everymanhybrid #I need to practice writing Vinny i forgor about him ngl

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

ATLA

illustrate the remnants of the life i used to live by WitchofEndor

Zuko's soul marks have been regularly burned away since before he knew what they meant. He knows that he cannot be loyal to his father and his nation while also being loyal to a soul family, so he doesn't look for them. Unfortunately, that means that he doesn't know when he's found them.

Stranger things

Shovel Talks by unkreativstermensch (+ podfic)

"Oh,” Steve says. Then again, “oh,” a little quieter. His expression changes; from confusion to something pained almost. “Mr Munson, I don’t…” he takes a deep breath, his voice a little shaky as he continues. “I don’t think he…I don’t think he likes me like that.”

He doesn’t say “it’s not like that.” Neither does he say “I’m not like that.”

That’s the first thing Wayne notices.

or: Wayne decides to give Steve the shovel talk, only to realize he might not be the one needing one

Peaceful Bliss by unkreativstermensch

"Henderson,” Eddie groans. “Do you have any idea what time it is?" He rubs his hands over his face. Dustin nods.

"Of course, it’s 6:15, but we need to talk, it's really urgent, I noticed something about the-" he stops in his tracks when he notices the patch of hair next to Eddie, sticking out from under the covers and in between pillows, and the way Eddie winces because Dustin's talking too loud, and oh shit- there's someone else in bed with him.

or: Dustin has the annoying habit of just busting into Eddie's trailer at ungodly hours. One morning Eddie's not alone though.

SVSSS

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends? Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Shadowhunters

Families of Choice by MonPetitTresor

Life at the Institute takes a turn for the worse for Alec. When he's alone with no where else to turn, his siblings step up and help him find his feet once more with help from a few new friends along the way. Between them, Alec finally gets a chance to realize that the world doesn't begin and end with being a Shadowhunter, and there's more out there for him, so long as he's got the courage to reach out and grab it.

Salvation lets their wings unfold by HopeSilverheart

Alec is frozen and, when she spots what has him looking so horrified, so is Clary.

Above the fireplace, hanging on the wall like some sort of divine offering, rest a pair of huge, black angel wings, so similar to Alec’s own. The mere sight makes him want to throw up and curl his wings around himself to make sure all his feathers are still in place. He can’t even begin to imagine life without the pair of extra limbs every Nephilim has to deal with. To be faced with the reminder that some people want nothing more than to tear those wings off his back is…

“What the fuck, Alec?” Clary whispers, her voice choked up and angry and alarmed. “Alec, what is this?”

Or: Alec, Clary and Magnus go on a mission to a warlock's home. What they find there leaves its mark on both shadowhunters.

Star Wars

listen, there's a hell of a universe next door by storm_petrel

As it turns out, no one ever taught Luke how to tie a little green baby to his back one-handed, but Luke thinks he's pretty gods-damned good at problem-solving under pressure, thank you, and the baby is at least semi-cooperative. When he's sure the kid is strapped in as tight as he can get, Luke pauses, and reaches back. His fingers graze the wide point of the baby's fuzzy ear. "Well, kid," says Luke, and his voice is a little rough, but not bad, all things considered. "Carrying you on my back while getting the absolute banthashit kicked out of me, at least this feels familiar."

The baby coos in his ear, and then kicks him hard in the kidney. Yoda used to do the exact same thing. Somehow, it's a lot more endearing now.

Or: Luke Skywalker solves a number of life-or-death problems, makes some new friends, falls abruptly in love, and gets shot into space, all in the same day.

Clone Wars

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold by themonopolyhat

"New orders.” Cody hands the data pad over, and Waxer takes a minute to absorb the screen contents.

“Are we—” He stops, his voice hushed with something like awe. “Do we get to hit Dooku's... the kriff do the natties call it...” He snaps his fingers and points at Wooley for some reason. “Vacation home. Are we gonna burn down Dooku's vacation home?"

Or: Six weeks after Obi-Wan's funeral, the 212th reunites with their general.

#happy holidays everyone #this round up is my gift to all of you #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #stranger things #svsss recs #sw recs #atla recs #shadowhunter recs

[whoiwanttoday]

Man, there is a lot going on. There were about 5 people today I almost posted and it went back and forth but is in some ways a matter of "what have you done for me lately". And by done I mean pictures I have seen and by lately I mean who did I see last. It's not entirely that simple but it's not entirely inaccurate either. The result is Kathryn Newton getting posted as she is doing stuff for Lisa Frankenstein now, which seems to be getting some buzz from the places buzz is created, though I have heard nothing in regards to critical assessment. I hope it does well, Kathryn Newton is very charming and talented and I would like her to get her star turn that takes her to the next level, right now she feels like someone poised who keeps ending up in things that don't do that for her. I am not sure this is the movie that will do it unfortunately. Oh, it will have it's fans, it's bound to, it's Diablo Cody movie about Frankenstein. This is poised to be some people's favorite movie of the year and they are passionate about it but it doesn't feel like the sort of movie that catches fire with the public to me. More likely it will be something with it's passionate fanbase who make videos and posts about how it's good actually and then in 10 years kids today will make posts about how it's brilliant actually and like a lot of cult hits the truth will be that it's pretty good but connected with certain people who now need to elevate it to justify their love. That's my prediction. I guess worst case scenario it's awful but it's a piece of genre work from an idiosyncratic screenwriter so it will still have it's vocal fans. Or it could be the surprise hit of the year, I mean Juno took the world by storm somehow and it's not exactly a movie that on paper should have. Anyway, I am positive that Kathryn Newton will be very charming at the center of this movie because she is. I think back to Freaky, another high concept Horror Comedy staring Kathryn Newton, and that was a fun movie that is 100% anchored by the fact that Kathryn Newton is a gifted actor. So we'll see with this but in the meantime she has looked great doing all the associated appearance stuff with this movie so I am posting her. Today I want to fuck Kathryn Newton.

#Kathryn Newton #blonde #Actress #whoiwanttofucktoday

[sciderman]

Being told Daniel Ways Deadpool is just a crazy™ idiot from a looney tunes show just to read it (for a third time, now as an adult, after seeing something past the first two issues) and see that while YES, Wade is crazy™ in the book, to the point of just randomly having halucinations and a second voice (whitch both still kinda piss me off, because while NOW it's supposed to be Madcap, back then it was just kinda offensive), he was also a pretty fucking smart individual, to the point of tricking everyone on a bunch of occasions, that whole scene of him alone on a boat after killing a shark, his sometimes dark and kinda depressing inner thoughts, it was just kinda a shock.

And while Wades jokes don't always land for me, the book actualy got me to laugh a bunch of times, while the portrayl of mental illness outside of depression is out-dated and offensive, at least he wasn't JUST a crazy idiot, and Medinas art for Wade is so good imo.

(Also the Bullseye arc was so fucking fun, with the look into Wades backstory, the more and more cartoonish violence, the art, the jokes, the pay-off at the end of the story too)

do we think that the white box is something inherently offensive? because i mean - i write wade with the white box. it's not related to madcap - it's something that's part of him - but i don't think it's anything that isn't just, part of any human – the voice of self-doubt that makes you question your worth. the intrusive voice in your head that makes you fall into destructive habits – i think it's something very real (for everyone) but it just manifests in different, more extreme ways for someone who's been through as much as wade wilson. (that's why peter has red, too. peter has his own boxes of self-doubt.)

i think there's a lot to enjoy about way's run. i love the boxes, and i think they're something that sets wade as a character that's kind of unique. yeah, it wasn't exactly handled in the most sensitive way in regards to proper representation of mental illness, but – i think it's a huge loss that it was erased. because wade could be such an interesting, unique representation that you don't normally see taken in a sympathetic and likeable light. you always see these sorts of disorders as something terrifying - something only in horrors and tragedies - you don't see it manifested in the characters you're meant to root for. the characters who are striving to do better.

i think white box was such an interesting device that gave deadpool a unique voice - gave us an in into his head - kept an entertaining dialogue going with wade even when there were no other characters present - and gave us opportunities for comedy in unexpected places. and i honestly kind of feel like it's some sort of erasure to get rid of those boxes, and make wade just like every other marvel character. i think a writer who's sensitive and creative could do something so, so interesting with those boxes.

i miss you, wade's boxes. i could write an essay on thi

#sci speaks #sci talks comics #wade could be such great representation on a LOT of things. #he has chronic pain. he's pansexual. he deals with all kinds of unnamed undiagnosed mental health issues. #it's right there on paper but every freaking deadpool writer is terrified to actually DO anything with it. #it's on the paper but marvel doesn't actually want to delve into it in any meaningful way. #so wade is representation but? only outside the pages. #only for the people who read between lines and project onto him. #he's representation that is basically invisible to neurotypical heterosexual audiences. so he doesn't make them uncomfortable. #marvel. h8 you. #i know wade wasn't created with the boxes and the boxes are kind of disliked in hindsight but i think it's only because #that entire era of deadpool is kind of considered “cringe” now. #but i am cringe and i am free. and i say the boxes should stay.

[beeeinyourbonnet]

I've only ever watched Robert Carlyle in ouat! What are your go to recs of other things he's been in?

Hope you're having a good day 💖💖💖

Oh man okay. I'm just gonna try to list everything I've seen (and please keep in mind that I haven't seen many of these things in forever):

-Hamish MacBeth: actually an amazing show, 100/10, so fucking good. I recommend watching at least the first ep or two with subtitles because the brogues are THICC xD -Formula 51/The 51st State: Second on the list bc I literally just finished rewatching it, it's actually a really great dark comedy action flick. Be warned, there are two scenes of excessive blood but it's otherwise not too violent. -California Solo: I remember this being very good and very sad. But he loves to play a SadBoi, so. -The World is Not Enough: In general, I don't love Bond movies, but this is a pretty fun romp. The plot is somewhat convoluted, but I love Renard???? He's just. Yes. SadBoi anarchist. -Dead Fish: Can I say this is a good movie? No I cannot. But it's so fucking fun. It's so bad. But Bobby is SO good in it. Like, every individual thing in this movie is good, but somehow they put it together and created a disaster??? It does some things that I find super narratively interesting and with some tweaking, it probably could have been an amazing movie. Maybe if Tarantino made it. But like. Danny Devine???? My love. My boy. Not a SadBoi, surprisingly. If you watch the trailer, you'll get an idea of how whatthefuck this movie is. I have seen it many times and, watching the trailer, I was still somehow like what is the plot of this movie.

-The Full Monty: Just a really good movie. Highly recommend. That is next on my rewatch list.

-Stargate Universe: IIRC, I watched about half of one season of this and didn't really love it. He was phenomenal in it, ofc, but otherwise...meh. I would rewatch it but I now watch all the other Stargates and I know this will only disappoint me x] He is a SadBoi scientist, tho.

-The Tournament: Nothing groundbreaking but, from what I remember, a solid movie! Bloody and violent. SadBoi priest. tw: a pet dies, I believe.

-Plunkett and Macleane: I remember this movie being SO fun and now I can't find it anywhere. Very unhappy about that.

-Ravenous: I wanted to add this because I know a lot of people really love it and it seems right up my alley re: dark comedy, but I am too Scared to watch it, so do with that information what you will. It is a horror comedy, I believe.

I have also watched Priest but I found that movie deeply upsetting because it contains quite a bit of CSA and I don't recommend it. Human Trafficking is also deeply upsetting, obviously, and I don't really remember it being great but I am also pretty sure I only made it through half. Annnd I haven't seen Trainspotting but it was award-winning so if that's your cup of tea, I feel confident recommending it (it is absolutely not my cup of tea xD).

So uh. There you go! The longest list ever xD

#robert carlyle #bearrycool