#need a fic. who's gonna write it? 🫠

[buckevantommy]

the way tommy is being so respectful and so careful with evan not only bc it's his first relationship with a man but bc he really likes him so they're taking things slow (note: they didn't kiss hello or goodbye at the bachelor party even though no one else was around to see besides eddie who already knows they're together) and then buck surprises the fuck out of him with that hungry af public kiss and those thoughts tommy had about being gentle and sweet for evan's first time sometime in the future fly out the window with the stark realisation that this guy knows what he's doing - or at least knows what he wants - even if he's never done it with a man before and tommy gets this rush of like: oh, he's gonna ride me into the mattress

#and thus i present my theory that tommy didn't even notice the sootbeard bc he is kiss drunk and probably debauched #from more hallway or elevator kisses and his head is spinning with how this amazing man keeps surprising him.... #tommy kinard #evantommy #bucktommy #911 7x06 #911 abc #fic fodder #.txt #need a fic. who's gonna write it? 🫠

[causticsunshine]

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#decided i’m not entertaining Shit despite how disgusted i am at the very thought of them roping a #22 year old into doing this shit bc it doesn’t do anything but make me angry #instead of being productive and just paying attention to one of my other interests instead #truly wish i was well enough at my age to not really be involved in fandom at all anymore but alas i am unwell and thus need the #distractions to keep me going 🫠🫠 #but also. i got fic to write and art to work on and other interests in the meantime sooo yeah i’d rather be productive and happy than #letting other peoples’ stunt speculation and doom posting get to me #a stunt is a stunt is a stunt but if it’s all PR fodder for tiktok shit or smth bet i’m gonna be in those comments saying exactly how i #feel about who they picked for this shit and why lmao #alex talks #stunts

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Hey 👋🏽!!,

I just want to stop by and say I absolutely love your fics, you capture Daryl so well😍. I was wondering if you could write something where Norman stops by his restaurant in Senoia for a quick meeting and sees the hot new waitress working there and it's lust at first sight🥵😈 .. He has to have her.. They meet up after her shift takes her back to his home and c o m p l e t e l y ruins her 🥴🫠: Blowjob & swallow, NORMAN WHIMPERING 😩🤌🏽 as reader sucks him off, deep fingering, face sitting & squirt, eating out tongue fuck!ng, ROUGH doggie style with a sloppy creampie breeding kink ending 😮‍💨 WHEW LAWD😶‍🌫️🫣, I hope this isn't too off the rails for you 🙃 Below is an aesthetic of what I want female reader and Norman to look like

"The New Girl"

Please and thank you 🙏🏾 🤭

GIRL. OMFG. THE WAY YOU DID NOT HOLD BACK AT ALL?? LITERALLY CURLING MY TOES PULLING MY HAIR KNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

I’m actually really scared because this is gonna be my first time ever writing for Norman, or an actor in general, and I’m just nervous for this to come out like super corny or I write him super out of character and it’s like your average fangirl fanfic but tbh we’re just gonna close our eyes, spin around in circles and god willing nothing bad happens

The reader is black, obvs, but it’s written in a way where everyone can still enjoy and squeeze their thighs together, you’ll just be one of us in this story 🎀

Also how did I not know Norman had a restaurant… three actually…

This definitely has a word count of atleast 4k my phone actually started to slow down everytime I opened this

@blackvelveteen1339 I hope I did you justice cause holy fucking hell this was the hottest request EVER ❤️❤️

THE NEW GIRL

“Are ya' impressed yet?”

Everyone knows that moving to another place will always be the hardest feature in life, let alone moving to a whole new city in a whole different state.

Senoia was absolutely stunning, with breathtaking views and beach perfect weather. It was totally everything that you had hoped it would be, and so was your little studio apartment, which wasn’t bad at all considering the cozy size, not to mention there were quite a few stores around, also well as the infamous main street.

You sighed, a twinge of sadness. At almost twenty-seven, this would be your first time ever living alone, having lived with your parents for a huge chunk of your life. You were still young and wanted to go out into the big world on your own, and for the longest Georgia had been calling out your name.

Some of your friends and family had discouraged you from going, claiming that it was ridiculous to move so far away from home so carelessly. For a minute, you had even thought so yourself, repeating it over and over again in your head that it wasn’t worth it, or that it was just a dumb dream, and you didn’t even have a path in mind. It was a reckless thing to do, to go into a whole new state with no clue on what you wanted to do with yourself, let alone who you wanted to be.

Yet, here you sat in your new apartment, with nothing but a suitcase, duffel bag and mattress to your name, yes, happier than you’ve ever been but lonely as well. You check your phone, swiping through your notifications before unlocking it, and opening your Instagram.

You had always been a quiet and reserved person with a bit of a wild side, which you kept hidden very well under wraps. Your feed consisted of hair tips, food, traveling, and a little heat. You followed a couple of influencers, mostly your favorite music artists, and actors. There were lots of concerts happening in Atlanta, which you found wasn't far away from Senoia at all. You'd always wanted to see some of your faves in person, but none of them had ever come out to where you used to live. Not to mention, it was expensive. Speaking of expensive, you realized that you would need to start looking for a job sooner or later if you wanted to keep your studio.

Luckily you had enough to pay rent for at least the next few months, however, groceries were quite pricey these days. You huffed and glanced over to your suitcase to where it remained unpacked in the corner, clothes spilling out of it from where you had been carelessly digging through it. You had only been in Georgia for a few weeks, and hadn't really left to go anywhere. By the looks from what you could see out the window, it was an undeniably nice day, and job opportunities were always fluttering around. You decided that it was finally time to get your shit together and show Senoia what kind of girl you really were.

Swinging off your makeshift bed, you rose to your feet, grimacing slightly and groaning softly as you stretched and walked over towards the bathroom, frowning at the tangled mess that was your hair once you stood in front of the mirror. There were also a few stains on your shirt. Yeah, a shower was definitely needed. You twisted the handle to the middle and allowed the water to heat up, padding over to your messy suitcase.

There were a couple of hangers in the closet but that was about it. Luckily there were also shelves built in which would have to do for now. You were probably going to need a small list of things, hangers being priority number one.

Going through the suitcase, you had your everyday clothes, some old work clothes, and few clubbing clothes. Your duffel bag contained your personable items, as well as a couple of important documents and paperwork for the apartment. You had already moved all your hygienic stuff into the bathroom, and decided to stress about putting away your clothes later, focusing on what you would actually wear out.

You wanted it to be a mix between comfortable yet classy, classy yet also sexy. A simple and lowcut long-sleeve matched with a pair of bootcut jeans that you could easily jazz up with some jewelry and a cute hairstyle. Draping the outfit over your bed, you began to rid yourself of your clothes, fishing a towel as well as a bra and pair of panties out of your duffel bag, and stacking them together on the bathroom counter. You played music off your phone out loud and made a mental note to also buy a speaker, letting out a satisfied groan as you stepped under the hot spray from the shower head.

The water ran down the length of your body from where it soaked in your curly hair, eyes fluttering shut as droplets began rolling down your face. It felt incredible to have days worth of bedrotting be finally washed down the drain. You wiped the water out your eyes and wringed it out your hair, reaching for the shampoo bottle and twisting the cap off, dumping a handful of the liquid into your palm. You smeared it from the top of your head, carrying it down to your ends, beginning to thoroughly scrub your way back up to your scalp, where you worked the soap into the strands.

Once your hair was completely coated and covered in suds, you rinsed the excess from your hands and grabbed your body wash to start cleaning yourself up as you let the shampoo soak into your hair. You drizzled a generous amount onto the sponge amd ran it under the hot water, rubbing it together in your hands to create the foamy bubbles. You began to work your way up one arm, scrubbing the skin as you went over your shoulder and underneath your arm, moving over across your collarbone to the other arm, eventually working down the length of your chest, as well as legs.

You squeezed the remaining soap out from the sponge, hanging it back in its spot as you started to rinse off your body, leaned your head back and wringing the sudsy water out your hair, hands working to wash all the shampoo out the coily strands. Not that you were in a rush, but it did take a little time, an ache beginning to form in your arms by the time you were done. Pumping a generous amount of conditioner into your hand, you worked it into your scalp with the tips of your fingers and rubbed it into the rest of the strands, clipping it back once there was no more left in your hands.

This time you shaved your legs, cause lord knows it’s been a minute since you’ve done that. In the process of shaving them, you noticed that your bikini area could also use some razor work.

It had been a little while since you had needed any reason to shave down there, but now that you were in a new environment with new faces, you never knew what you might stumble across. The men back in your hometown were okay, but you held your hopes up high that Senoia would toss something totally unexpected your way.

Once you were bare and smooth, you washed away the hair caught in your razor and unclipped your curly hair, rinsing off the clip before your hair, humming at how soft the strands felt under the stream of water. You squeezed and wrung out the conditioner, hearing the days of neglect run down the drain. When it was all out, you gave your body one last thorough scrub, properly washing off your skin from head to toe before shutting off the water and grabbing your towel.

You sighed as you patted your face dry, moving down your neck and chest. As you dried your hair, you stood in front of the mirror, lazily singing along to the current song playing and striking a few poses in your nude form. Although you did have a few insecurities, ones that sprouted from your late teen years and hadn't really left in your adult years, you preferred to just focus on the parts of yourself that you really liked.

It was still fairly early as you rechecked your phone, dropping the towel down on the ground and slipping on your panties, clasping your bra on shortly after. You grabbed your toothbrush and squeezed almost a little too much paste onto the bristles, giving it some water before scrubbing your teeth, mindlessly walking around your apartment as you did. The main street below your window was still bustling with cars and filled with people spilling out of shops, and music thumping from the lively restaurants. There was a nearby park that was full of squealing children, as well as other people from the community and neighboring apartment complexes. All of it was much different than what you had grown accustomed to back home, but it was such a nice change of scenery all at the same time, and you couldn't wait to throw yourself out onto Senoia's street.

Back in your little bathroom, you flicked the sink faucet on and spit the gathered foam out, filling your mouth with water and swishing it around for a little, spitting it out as well. You also brushed your tongue before taking in another mouthful of water, washing out the remaining toothpaste from your brush before dropping it back in its cup, shutting the sink off, and wiping your mouth dry. Taking a deep, but quick grounding breath, you moved to put your clothes on, hiking your fairly tight jeans up before slipping on your top. Even though it was plain black, it had a cute set of flared sleeves.

You dug through your bag for your box of jewelry as well as your makeup, setting both down heavily on the counter as you stared at your hair in the mirror, huffing in annoyance as you started to wonder if you needed to style it. Maybe a half-up half-down look? No, a full ponytail would be better. But a high bun would also be cute... or maybe a half-bun. Maybe bald. Bald would be best.

You mentally kick yourself as you flip the lid to your makeup box open to distract yourself from your hairstyle dilemma. You reassured yourself that you'd figure out something by the time you were fully ready, sighing as you prepped your face. The only times you ever really used makeup was when you were going out with intent, and wanted to make sure that your face stood out to any potential victims. It didn't take long to do as you pointedly and skillfully brushed sharp and soft lines over your honey skin, keeping your hand as steady as your body would allow you.

A few swipes of liner and mascara later, glossy lips, and the front of your hair parted to the side, you were clipping on a silver necklace paired with a bracelet, and a dangly pair of earrings. It was a bit simple, so you decided to layer another necklace on top of the other, smiling at yourself in the mirror before flipping the lights off, padding out into the bedroom, and fishing around for your purse, placing it on the bed next to you as you slid on a pair of wedged sandals. Hopefully, the foot pain later would be worth it.

You slipped your phone into your back pocket, and threw your purse onto your shoulder, tossing in a small bottle of perfume just in case. You shut the doors inside and flicked off the main room light, creaking your front door open and securely shutting it behind you, locking it with your keys before tossing them into your purse, striding down the hallway of your complex with intention hot in your steps.

When you pushed the door of your building open, the warm and inviting air of Senoia almost immediately filling your lungs, you felt a strong sense of anticipation surge through you as you walked out onto the sidewalk, the sounds of conversations now real and more animated than ever, the thumping of music now bumped through your feet and right in your chest.

As you casually strolled down the sidewalk, taking in all the different buildings and things to do, a furniture store caught your eye. While you didn't have any money, it never hurt to look around, and maybe get some information from some of the locals.

The furniture store was filled with pieces on the much older side and vintage lamps that only old ladies would be interested in, but you continued to walk around anyway. As you were browsing a wall of intricate paintings and sculptures, a kind-looking woman approached you.

"Welcome to Hollberg's! Our newer, more modern stuff is upstairs if that's more your style" She smiled, and you gave a polite one in return. "I'm just browsing for now. Just moved here about a week ago and I don't have a job yet" You lightly laughed.

The woman gave you an excited expression, clasping her hands together. "How nice! Where are you from originally?"

"Louisiana, Chalmette. I lived there for most of my life so I just needed a fresh start somewhere totally new." You sigh, still kindly smiling at her.

"I get that, and Senoia is perfect for that, Georgia overall. Atlanta is also quite close, and there's lots of job opportunities out there."

You frown, "Unfortunately I don't have a car, and you can't Uber without money" Shaking your head at your obviously very sticky situation.

The woman seemed to think for a moment, walking quickly away to fetch something from behind a desk and coming back over, holding out a few pieces of paper. "We aren't hiring now, but here are some flyers for restaurants in this strip. Not sure how lucky you'll get, but I do wish you luck. There's a cafe right across the way" You took the flyers from her, smiling at her one last. "Thanks girl. Hopefully, next time we talk it's about furniture" She let out a small laugh, watching as you spun on your heels and walked out of the store.

On your way out, you almost immediately spotted the cafe and wasted no time walking over to it, quickly crossing the street while throwing a few quick glances to the left and right as you did. Before you entered, you slipped the restaurant flyers into your purse and swung the door open, the smell of coffee strong and a bit overwhelming. The cafe was quite large inside, and there was a small line at the registers at near front, nothing you weren't willing to stand in.

Once you reached the front, you were greeted by a young woman, smiling brightly at you. "Hi! Welcome to Senoia's Coffee and Cafe, what can I get started for you?"

"Sorry, I'm not looking to buy anything, I'm actually looking for work. I just moved here about a week ago" She made a small look of surprise, furrowing her brows as she mouthed 'one moment' and disappeared behind a wall, returning mere seconds later with a sheepish look replacing her previous one. "We, unfortunately, aren't hiring right now. I think my boss is in a bad mood, but I heard the restaurant down the street is hiring! Uh, just can't think of the name"

You fish out the flyers, "Any of these?" Holding them out to her. She tilts her head, humming quietly before tapping her finger against one. "This place! They need waitresses, especially around this time. You'd be a great fit there too" She smiled, and you smiled back, giving her a "Thanks" before walking back out of the shop, and down the sidewalk, eyeing a few of the other buildings before stopping in front of dark gray one, reading the sign before pulling the door open.

The inside of the restaurant was absolutely stunning, with clean floors, and light walls mixed with brick that complemented the expensive chandlers hanging from the ceiling, highlighted against the polished wooden furniture. There was casual jazz playing in back, loud enough to hear but loud enough to still be able to talk normally.

The restaurant was fairly small, a highly stocked bar on one side and the dining room on the other, bathrooms at the back. You weren't quite sure where to stand, awkwardly off to the side as you scanned the room for someone, feeling relieved when a woman spotted you and called that she would be right there. You watched as she cleaned a finished table, quickly walking the dirty dishes into the kitchen before coming back out, huffing when she reappeared.

"It's a lot of work, huh?" You asked kindly, and she sighed.

"Hell yes. I jus' wish I had one more set of hands" She laughed airily, tapping at something on her register. "Table fer one?"

You shook your head, "No, I'm actually here to work. Just moved here a week ago" Smiling softly at her.

She gave you a look of surprise, "Really? Where ya comin' from?"

"Chalmette in Louisiana. I just needed a different change of scenery, somewhere new where I can figure my shit out" She nodded her head at your words. "I hear that. Good fer ya' girl! Like I said, I need one more set of hands. Got any experience?"

"I worked in a sports bar for a good while back home, there wasn't really much to work with" You sighed. "I've never served tables but I was a host for a little bit"

She seemed pretty satisfied, nodding as you spoke with a smile tugging her lips. "Well, I'd say yer gonna make a pretty good damn waitress. How soon can ya' start?"

"I'd start today if you let me" You laugh lightly, and she makes a face. "I mean if you can bring me the papers I need within the hour I can get you a shift tonight"

You blinked at her, raising a brow. "Seriously?"

"I'll give ya' the uniform straight after, m'serious" She smiled, holding out her hand.

You took hers in yours with little hesitation, shaking it firmly. “I’ll be right back” Was all you said before walking out the restaurant, quickly and eagerly striding back over to your apartment building. It was maybe a five minute walk, which was not bad at all. As you entered, walking through the lobby and up the stairs, you dug in your purse for the keys to your studio, swinging them around your finger as you walked down the hallway on your floor.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and shut it, placing your purse on the counter and taking out the flyers, rushing over to your suit case and flipping it open, rummaging through. You grumbled as you began pulling stuff out, zipping open pockets and shaking the bag, about to freak out when the blue folder fell out. “Aha!”

You cracked it open, smiling when you confirmed the important papers such as your W2 as well as birth certificate. You rose to your feet and it in your purse, finish out your wallet to make sure you had your I.D as well as social security, tossing it back into the bag and sliding it back over your shoulder, setting out your house once again to go get your new job.

You felt a small amount of anxiety boiling in your stomach as the sun started to set, the main street of Senoia, only get louder and louder, even through your shut window. Your eyes flickered down to your pressed uniform, sharply exhaling as you checked the time on your phone and unlocked it, rereading the schedule over and over again. It was about five-thirty, and you needed to be there at six.

Hooking your phone up to get some more charge as you stripped out your regular clothed and into your work ones, humming pleasantly as you looked the mirror. The shirt was tight but loose fit, and the pants covered your ankles. It was an all black uniform, ‘Nic & Norman’s’ in the left corner embroidered in white.

To keep your hair out the way, but still stylish, you tied it back into two high and curly space buns. You decided to go for a simple cat eye liner look, sticking on a pair of lashes instead of mascara this time. A few quick swipes of a rose pink gloss, and a couple spritz’s of your most expensive perfume, you were done and ready to go.

As you slipped a pair of black tennis shoes on, you still had a lingering feeling of nerves in your tummy. This wasn’t your first job obviously, but this was you first waitress job. The woman you had spoken too, who’s name you learned was Tyler, reassured you that you were a perfect fit.

Standing in the mirror one last time, you gave yourself a good look over to make sure you looked professional and presentable, hopefully also tippable.

You tossed your purse over your shoulder, and draped a sweater over yourself, flipping off all the lights and shutting the front door behind you, locking it and stuffing your keys inside.

Just as you expected, the air was brisk and much cooler than it had been when the sun was still high in the sky, night falling over the streets and Senoia’s street lighting itself up, restaurants now more alive than ever. As you walked with a small crowd, you observed how almost everyone was now dressed in more proper attire, nicely ironed suits paired to modestly short dresses.

The outside seating of Nic & Norman’s was already packed full when you arrived, swinging the door open to find the inside seats equally as stuffed. You felt your nerves soaring this time, and tried not to awkwardly duck your head down as you walked into the kitchen, feeling like a foreigner.

“Y/n! Thank fuck!” Tyler gasped from behind you, making you jump slightly. “I’ve got salads and burgers wedged so far up m’fuckin’ ass” She grumbled, grabbing you by thw wrist and pulling you quickly through the clamoring kitchen into a back office.

She dropped down onto a seat, sighing heavily. “Is it like this every night?” You asked, a little more scared then you should be.

“Sometimes. If m’not mistaken, one of the owners should be coming tomorrow. Boy do I sure hope it’s Norman” Tyler sighed, dreamily at the end. She stared off into space with a small smile, and you looked around the room, looking at the overflowing cubbies. “Shit sucks. Ya’ can stick yer stuff with mine” She spoke, snapped out her trance and pointing at a pile a good distance away from the rest. “It’s okay. People know not ta’ fuck with m’shit” Tyler added when she saw the wary look on your face.

“So, who exactly is ‘Nic and Norman’?” You question, and Tyler’s mouth drops.

“You don’t know who Greg Nicotero and Norman Reedus are?” You shook your head, brows furrowed in pure confusion. Maybe you did know them, you just never were very big on putting faces to names.

Tyler whipped out her phone, but frowned. “Shit girl, forgot we had a job ta’ be doin’. Don’ even stress. Ya’ look real good. Shirt fits ya’ good too. Yer gon be loaded up with tips, ‘nd m’sure ya’ can handle tha’ creeps” She rose to her feet, checking her own makeup in the camera lense of her phone before pocketing it. “And don’ try ta’ be fuckin’ superman and carry thirty plates at a time. Pro-tip, learn some Tetris” Tyler swiped a new layer of gloss on her lips, and tossed it into her pocket, pulling you back through the busy kitchen.

“Luckily they print tha’ table number tha’ food is fer on tha’ ticket, so tha’ chef’s started ta’ put tickets with plates, so when ya come here, just find yer table” She explained quickly yet simply, each word she spoke going in one ear and echoing in the other, turning themselves on loop.

Tyler poked her head out the kitchen, looking around before she beckoned someone over. A young man came jogging over, and she pulled him inside by his shirt. Damn if she didn’t play around.

“This is Javi, one of our hosts tonigh’.” Tyler gestured to his with her hands, and he waved politely. “Javi is gon’ show ya’ yer table section. From this point on, m’gon be nothin’ but a blur ta’ ya” She placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you before turning and picking up the plates from earlier, easily balancing them on her arms and kicking open the kitchen door, out onto the floor.

A awkward moment of silence passed between you and the young man, not really quiet, but there were no words spoken as he swiped through something on an iPad, brows slightly furrowed. “You’re um, you’re y/n right?” He mumbled, and you nodded.

Javi motioned for you to follow him with his head, and he led you out into the loud dining area, bringing you over towards the bar. “See those four tables there?” He pointed, and you had to follow his finger, nodding when you spotted the four booths he was pointing to. “All yours. They can hold up to like ten people, so good luck.” You grimaced at that, feeling your stomach do flips.

“Here. Can’t be a waitress without your notepad. Or a pen” Javi joked, and you smiled kindly at him, thanking him. As you did, a new wave of people entered, prompting Javi to go over and get them situated. You watched as he seated the new guests, and pulled a group waiting from the lobby, grabbing their menus and leading them over to your section.

He came back over, mouthing ‘all yours’ before disappearing into the kitchen.

You took a few, shaky and deep breaths, before putting on your friendliest face and approaching the table.

Luckily, it was just a simple family, mom and dad with their two kids who seemed to be well over the age of ten. You greeted them with a kind smile, “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you started on any drinks?” You clicked your pen, pressing it into the pad of paper.

The mother smiled back at you, “You guys sure are busy! I bet it’s always exciting when they come to town, huh?” She glanced back at her menu, acting as if she hadn’t left you totally clueless.

“Yeah. It’s only my first day here so I’m a little nervous” You confess, brushing off her earlier statement. “Gosh! Well, guess we’re testing you now!” She laughed, and you laughed as well, only a tad unnerved. “I think I’ll just do a simple cocktail” You nodded, writing down at the top of the pad. Her son ordered a strawberry lemonade, her daughter a soda, and her dad a beer.

“I’ll have those right out for you guys” You clicked your pen once again, and quickly walked away, retreating back into the kitchen.

You pushed the doors open, but frowned at the loud clamoring and multiple orders being shuffled out. No way in hell would your drinks be done in a reasonable time. You exited out the kitchen, glancing around when you had a lightbulb moment.

“Psst, hey muscle man” You called to the bartender, leaning against the counter. “Think you could make these real fast?” You held out the drink ticket, wiggling it as you flirtatiously smiled and batted your lashes.

He stammered for a second, “muscle man?” glancing down at himself and feeling a heat rise to his cheeks. What could you say? You knew a strong man when you saw one.

You kept your hand outstretched, motioning for him to take it.

“Do I even know you?” He raised a brow, and you shook your head. “Nope. But you should do it anyways” You smile, and he frowns, taking the paper from your hand. You spot Javi leaving your section, throwing you a glance and a thumbs up, and you tap the bartop. “I’m counting on you, Hercules”

You approach your second table, and feel a hint of annoyance surge through you as you discover it’s a group of men. Very loud ones at that. You put on your best fakest smile, clicking your pen against your leg as you spoke. “Welcome to Nic & Norman’s, my name is Y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get a round of drinks going for you gentlemen?”

One of the men whistled, “Well ain’t you just somethin’ pretty to look at” letting out a very country laugh.

A few of the other men let out laughs, and you simply smiled, more of ‘I wish I was off the clock so I could rock you’ smile, but still a smile. “Yeah. I’m also here to get you guys something to drink” You joked, knowing men tipped more when you gave into their antics.

"Let the woman do her job, Bill" Another man said to him, nudging him with his arm and he swatted them away. You tapped your pen against the paper, trying not to hurt one of them. Thankfully they made things easy and agreed to order a round of beer. You murmured that you'd be back, quickly walking out of the section to the bar.

When you walked over, you could see the family's drinks sitting on top of the counter and swapped out the drink tickets when you stopped before them. It was a little awkward trying to carry four drinks at once, struggling as you kept picking up and putting the cups downs.

“See? Wha' did I say?” Tyler spoke as she suddenly appeared next to you, placing a hand on her hip. “Tryin’ be some kind of fuckin’ avenger when yer jus’ makin’ yerself look goofy” She scoffed and held out her dish tray, watching as you placed the drinks down on it.

You took it from her with a sheepish look. "Thanks, Just a bit on edge" You told her, and she placed both her hands on your shoulders, smiling softly at you. "Don' be. Yer a natural. Jus' keep doin' wha' yer doin'" She gave you a salute and was gone as quickly as she had come.

Sighing sharply, you walk the tray of drinks over to the family with a smile and hand them, listening to the mother awe over the colors of her cocktail. "How pretty! I think we're all ready to order, right?" She glanced at her family for their confirmation, and you pulled your notepad out, tucking your tray under your arm. The mother ordered a margarita flatbread, her husband ordering a whiskey salmon, and her kids both ordering a classic hamburger. "I'll have those out for you guys shortly" You smiled once you had their order scribbled down, collecting their menus and leaving them be.

You walked past the men's table, briefly letting them know you were coming back with their beers, and dropped the menus off to the front where Javi was standing, getting the next group of people seated. "Y/n, I'm gonna stick these folks in your section. Hand me those" He said as he turned to you, taking the menus from your hand and leading them to your third table. You weren't doing too bad if you did say so yourself.

Thanks to the help of the tray, loading up the round of beers for the men wasn't much of a hassle at all. When they saw you approaching with the mugs filled to the bim, they whooped and hollered, prompting you to shush them as they began to collect eyes nearby. Instead of handing out the drinks like you did with the last table, you simply let them take their respective mug off the tray, knocking their glasses together. "I'm guessing you fellas are ready to order huh?" You give them your best show, even jutting your hip out a little. Don't get mad at a girl for using her resources.

"You bet'cha sweet ass we are, and this big boy wants a steak" The one they call Bill piped up once again, drumming on his belly as he spoke. A few laughs erupted from the table, and you felt your eye twitching. "How would you like that cooked?" You mumbled, smile just barely clinging to your face. "Medium-rare. I like mines to be pink on the inside" He laughed gravelly, and you tried to act like he wasn't comparing a steak to someone's vagina.

The same man nudged Bill, this time a little harder and more serious than last time. "Sorry 'bout him. I'll do the medallions" You nodded at him as you wrote down his order, murmuring how it was alright. The other men just started to throw their orders out there, placing their menus down in the middle once you had their request scribbled down. You gathered all the menus and dropped them off to the front, exhaling as you made your way to the kitchen in order to get your tables food started.

As you pushed the door open, you groaned when you saw how chaotically busy it was getting, loud chattering and banging filling the space. Orders were lined up and quickly being pushed out, some of the other waiters brushing past with their own trays of food in hand. Glancing around for someone, you awkwardly handed off the papers to the nearest chef. Getting ready to exit out the kitchen, feeling as though you were in the way the sound of applause rang out from the front, and all movement around seem to freeze for split second. You all looked around at each other, mirroring faces of confusion before Tyler came barreling through the doors.

"Norman fucking Reedus just fucking walked in and I swear on everythin' I love I'm gon’ go absloutely mad" She rambled, bouncing with energy.

“I thought he wasn’t supposed to come til tomorrow?” The head chef spoke, rising a brow from where he was manning a large grill.

Tyler rolled her eyes, charging towards rhe back office. “Who cares? He’s here now ‘nd I need ta’ make sure I look good!” She got about halfway, before turning back around grabbing you by the wrist, resuming her mission to the office.

Inside, she shuffled over to hee stuff, digging through a backpack and pulling out a makeup bag, plopping down in a seat and pulling up the lens of her phone. “So what’s the big deal?”

“Wha’s tha’ big deal?” Her eyes almost bulged out of her head, staring at you in shock and a bit of horror. “Oh, nothin’, jus’ tha’ he’s tha’ sexiest guy in Hollywood”

You scoffed at her, “Sexy ain’t nothing if he’s shit in the sheets” shaking your head.

Tyler groaned, curling her lashes carefully. “Ya’ don’ even know wha’ yer talkin’ ‘bout. He’s a munch, certifiable”

“Psh. I’ll believe that when I see it.” You say, turning to walk out the office and get a look at this guy for yourself.

“Wait!” Tyler held out her hand, rising to her feet. “Yer not leavin’ without a little touchup. One of us is gettin’ lucky tonight and it’s gon’ be me. If ya’ fuck him, I want all them details” She spoke as she maneuvered you to sit in the chair, tilting your your head up and insecpting your face.

“If I do fuck him it’ll just be so I can get ahold of his wallet” You murmur, closing your eyes as she dusted the lids of them with glitter, brushing some down the bridge of your nose. “Well ya’ better share some with me” She pinched your nose, and you swatted playfully at her, smirking. “I’ll think about it”

She swipes a glossy layer of gloss over your lips, before her own, tossing the contents of her makeup back into the bag and the bag back into her backpack. The kitchen has returned to loud clamoring and pots and pans being banged together, servers dashing in and out with their orders.

Nearby by, the food for your first table was waiting patiently for you, and you gasped softly. “Oh wow this stuff actually looks really good!”

Tyler held out the dish tray for you, again, holding it with both hands and verbally helping you to cram all four dishes on there, the flatbread being a long and awkward dish. “The salmon is super good. I probably done’ forced the kitchen ta’ make it fer m’bout a hundred times now” She laughed as she spoke, gingerly handing off the the tray to you. “Don’ drop nothin’”

“Now why would you even say that?” You roll your eyes at her, and lightly kick her shin, turning on your heel quickly to walk out the kitchen when she frowned your actions.

You pushed the door open with your hip and walked back out into the busy dining area, a smile on your face as you approached the family with their food, placing the tray down on the table so you could hand out their plates easily. The mother helped by taking her flatbread off, humming as she made sure it was exactly what she had wanted. “Could I get anything else for you folks tonight?” You politely asked, sliding the tray off the table and back under your arm. “Nope! Thank you, you’ve been so kind and helpful” The woman smiled back at you, and you slightly bowed your head before leaving them to their meal.

“I should be back with you guys food as well. Another round while we wait?” You stopped by the mens table, observing their almost empty mugs and giving a thumbs up at their rowdy agreement. “And my apologies for the wait. At least you had plenty of menu looking time right?” You joked lightly as you finally approached your third table for the night, a small group of friends who seemed like easy people to deal with.

“Ahaha, not much. We were pretty hung up on drinks. I think we’re all gonna try the Bloody Nicotero” One of the women spoke, glancing around the table for her friends confirmations. They all nodded in agreement, and another girl requested for a cup of water. “Would you like table water? For all of you!” They nodded, and you scribbled down the few drinks. “I’ll be right back with those” You smile at them, and as soon as you walk out the section it totally drops.

“Hey, muscle man!” You called out to him, leaning over the bartop. He eyed you from the side, finishing the drink he was currently pouring before moving over to you, a brow raised. “I have a name y’know” He pointed to the tag, but you ignored him, raising your own finger and pointing to the group’s order. “What the hell is a bloody Nekot… Nickote- Tar?-“

“Nicotero. And it really packs a punch” A man spoke suddenly from behind you, making you instinctively jump with your hands raised. “My God! Didn’t your momma teach you not to walk up behind people?” You huffed and put a hand over your thumping heart, turning back to the bartender to promptly ignore the asshole behind you.

“So like I was saying- What? Why’re you looking like that?” You glance at his stun face, and turn back to the man behind you, a curious smile tugging his lips. “Are you Nicotero?” You quirk a brow, and the bartender sputters.

The man lets out a light chuckle, shaking his head which made his wavy curls bounce. His hair was fair dark and stopped at his shoulders, his bangs attractively pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. He was pretty tall, and very well built, eyes lingering on his musclar arms longer than they should’ve. Your eyes flickered down to the skull inked on his hand, and then back up to his face.

“Nope. Nicotero is the other guy. I’m just Norman” His voice was smooth and rich, but not quite deep. It had a light and airy feel to it, very gentle on the ears.

Norman. Norman… “Reedus?” He nodded. Oh, well, shit. “Don’ know if you were aware of this pretty girl but I own this place” He spoke casually and easily.

“I wasn’t actually. I’ve only lived here for a week” You told him, watching as the bartender busied himself with your group’s drinks, as well as the men’s beers. “And this is my first day working here, and right now you, Norman, are being a distraction”

He raised a bow, smile only growing across his lips as he spoke. “That’s just what I do best darling”

You placed the tray down on the bartop and assist the man in fitting both the bloodies and waters onto the platter, slowly and very carefully picking it up.

Norman stepped out your way, and as you shuffled past him you stopped to whisper in his ear. “I feel like there’s a lot else you do best” You murmured, flirtatiously winking and walking into your section, greeting the friend group with a smile.

“Got your drinks here folks, heard these things knock your socks off so good luck” You joke as you hand out straws, clicking your pen and flipping through your notepad. “Is everyone ready to order?” You press the tip of the pen into the paper, writing down the first order shouted out and going down the line. There was a simple mix of burgers and salads, a few people had special requests on how they wanted their food to be which you wrote underneath, small but big at the same time.

You collected their menus, letting them know you'd have their food out shortly and whisking away, dropping the menus off at the front and walking quickly to the kitchen, glancing at Javi who seemed to be conversing with Norman. You pushed the door open and huffed a sigh of relief when the men's food was sitting there waiting. Placing the tray down, you loaded the plates on the best you could, having to carry two of them out with your other hand, balancing one on your forearm.

Another waitress saw you as she entered the kitchen, and she politely held the door open for you, nodding as you thanked her on your way out.

"Not gonna drop that are you?" Javi questioned when you walked back past, causing Norman to turn and glance at you.

You continue walking away, a smirk pulling your lips. "Not if you stop talking" The feeling of eyes lingering on your back makes a chill run up your spine, and part of you swears that you can feel butterflies in your stomach.

The men see you approaching their table, and at first, they start cheering but quiet down when they realize you were balancing heavy plates, resuming their celebration once the food is safely placed on the table. You call out the names of dishes to find their rightful owner, watching the men grab their plates and eagerly start eating, satisfied groans sounding from the table. With that, you left them to eat and returned back to the family, who was chatting amongst themselves and seemed finished with their food, most of it half eaten.

"Would you guys like some to-go boxes?" You smile, and the mother nods, "Yes please, and you can bring the tab as well," mirroring the kind smile you gave her.

You informed her you'd be right back with that, quickly walking out of the section and to the kitchen, glancing around. "Where's Tyler?" You asked a nearby chef, and he furrowed his brows, tilting his head in confusion. You repeated your question, a little louder this time, and he made an 'O' face, pointing to the office. You thanked him, and made your way back there, knocking before creaking the door open.

"What are you doing?" You stare at her, sitting in the chair with a tall cup and her phone in her hand. "Wha'? I needed my coffee" She shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. "Talk to my beloved husband yet?" You rolled your eyes at that, stepping inside the office, but catching yourself. "Wait! Uh, my first table is ready to pay"

"Oh!" Tyler kicked herself off the chair, stretching and taking another sip of her caffeine. "C'mere, lemme show ya'" She said as she ushered you out. She led you through the kitchen, bringing you to a section behind the door you hadn't even noticed was there.

There was a computer with a list of waiters and waitresses on them, table numbers as well as totals on it. You spotted your name, and read the first tables total, which actually wasn't a bad price at all. "Jus' click tha', and then the huge print button" Tyler pointed, tapping the screen as she explained. The machine behind the computer whizzed to life, printing out a receipt. "They want boxes?" She questioned and you nodded, watching as she reached her hand down and pulled four to-go boxes out. You took them from her silently, blinking as if she had just performed a magic trick.

Tyler tore the receipt out of the machine, clicking her pen and scribbling something down. As she did, the machine began to print once again, and Tyler pulled out a slim booklet from underneath. "It prints twice 'cause tha' second receipt is tha' one tha' customer signs" She said as she took the paper out the machine, sticking it into the booklet, and handing it to you.

You took it from her with a smile. "Thanks. I did talk to Norman, and he's alright. Nothing too special" She gawked at your words, and started to playfully smack you with her hands. "Ugh! Ya' don' know wha' yer yappin' 'bout! Tha' man will change yer life" She harped, voice fading as you walked out the kitchen, lips stuck in a smile as you brought over your first tab of the night.

The rest of your shift went by with a breeze, the number of people coming in was now lessening and coming in pairs of two and four. It wasn't as busy anymore, and the air around seemed to be less tense.

You only had about one more hour left before you were done, and had about two tables still waiting for their food. You were ecstatic that your first night had gone by without any mishaps or complaints, having received generous tips from all your tables throughout.

On your way back to the kitchen to check on your last few orders, you spotted Norman sitting alone at the bar with a small drink in hand as he seemed to do something on his phone. You aren't sure what came over you, but you found yourself quietly approaching from behind.

"Shouldn't you be riding away in a limo back to your mansion?" He jumped slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, turning towards you with a small smile. "Maybe, but I didn't wanna leave without getting to know you better" You raised a brow at that. "Seriously? I'm just a waitress. Shouldn't you be like screwing around with models?"

Norman laughed at that, shaking his head a little. "Who's to say you aren't a model?"

"Well, aren't you just a real charmer" You giggled, feeling a heat rising to your cheeks. "What? You wanna take me home or something?" You said jokingly, standing more off to his side now.

You observed the look on his face, soft, interested, yet so dark. His piercing blue eyes shamelessly raked over your figure, tongue darting out over his lips. "Yeah. I really do" He whispered, eyes landing on yours. "Can I?"

"Not very celeb-like taking home staff don't you think?" You hummed, taking his drink and downing the rest, a mix between whiskey and coke. "It would be quite unprofessional for you to take me to your house when I get off in thirty minutes, very unprofessional indeed" You sensually mumbled, tossing him a final cheeky glance before disappearing into the kitchen, almost sprinting to the back office to go find Tyler, giddy smile tugging your lips.

Staring at his now empty glass, head resting in his hand, Norman couldn't help the way his stomach flipped, excitement and anticipation building up as your words rang out in his head.

Thirty minutes had felt like a whole other hour, and you heaved a sigh of relief when you finally clocked out, purse slung over your shoulder and your sweater draped over yourself in a puny attempt to shield yourself from the cold.

Tyler had almost flipped the table over when you told her, jumping off the walls and excitedly shaking you, squealing as she rambled about all the things she thought were gonna happen, yelling that you needed to tell her every detail afterward. She even downright begged for you to get some pictures.

She had already left in her car to go home, slamming the digits of her number into your phone and pulling you into a tight hug, telling you to be safe and text her as soon as you got to your next destination, threatening to send out a search squad.

You stood outside, mindlessly rolling a rock under your foot and swiping through Insta, starting to wonder if a literal A-list celeb had just totally played in your face. Minutes went by and you started to feel a little offended, rightfully so, deciding to start making your way back home instead of waiting around like an idiot. As you were walking, you texted Tyler that you were leaving, that he had just left instead. Cars passed by and obviously none seemed to belong to someone who would own a restaurant. You scoffed, annoyed but not surprised.

As you rounded the corner to the street of your apartment building, you just so happened to crash into somebody smoking a cigarette, of coursing falling onto your ass like a dumbfuck.

"Damn, tryna run away from me gorgeous?" Norman's light voice sounded, and you blinked your eyes into focus. "Been looking for you" You grumbled as he easily lifted you off the ground, taking a drag from the cigarette. "Sorry. I get bored sitting still for too long" He shrugged, smiling cheekily at you. "Ready to go?"

"Go where? My house is right there" You shook your head, gesturing towards the building.

Norman waved his hand, dismissing you. "Nah. Gonna take you for a little ride. C'mon," He took a final pull, stubbing his cig out on the wall and motioning for you to follow him.

He led you back down the sidewalk and a little distance from the restaurant, making easy and light conversation. It felt like you had known him forever with the way he casually joked around with you, your heart fluttering a little each time he laughed.

He walked you over to a sleek and shiny motorcycle, standing on the other side of it with his hand held out, offering you some help with climbing onto the back of his bike. "A romantic bike ride? And here I thought you had ghosted me" You laughed when he himself straddled the bike, the engine roaring to life.

"Ghosted? Someone like you? Never doll" Norman chuckled over the rumble of his bike, kicking the stand out and rolling out the parking lot, glancing both ways for any passing cars.

You wrapped your arms around his middle when he started to pick up speed, turning off Senoia's main road and revving the engine, motorcycle quickly shooting forward. "Not so fast!" You gasp, tightening your hold. He laughed, patting one of your hands with his. You put your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the road, catching a strong whiff of his very expensive-smelling cologne, an exotic herbal smell that attracted you to him more, a heat shooting down to your core.

Norman caught a glimpse of your lust-filling eyes in his side mirror, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he knew he was in for a treat tonight, almost instinctively revving his engine again to speed up, but obeyed your request to not go too fast. He drove with the flow of traffic, listening to you awe over the lights and buildings. "Ever been to Atlanta?"

"Atlanta? Wh-why are we going there?" You stammered, taken aback since well, that was bit of a distance.

"Oh no doll, we aren't going. Yer just back there 'oh'ing and 'awe'ing I figured not" Norman chuckled, laughing when you smacked his shoulder. "Hold on, we're almost there" This time he revved his engine again, weaving between cars.

It made you feel like a teenager again, getting whisked away at night to some random guys house for an hour or two of fun, just to be dropped off somewhere unknown but close to home. It brought you back to your early twenties also, the years having been filled with nothing but hungover days and drunken nights, latching onto some poor guy who was willing to buy you every shot you down, likely in hopes of getting laid.

Sitting on the back of Norman’s bike however, something your gut told you this would be a little more than just a plain hook-up. Tyler’s words rang out in your head, and you couldn’t help but start to wonder if this really would change your life.

The traffic on the road dispersed as he drove further out, eventually turning down a quiet and dirt road.

“Whoa, I ain’t about to get murdered am I?” You joked, but you were really asking.

Norman chuckled, squeezing your hand and even looping his fingers through. “Nah. I’d take you out somewhere pretty”

“You wanna take me out or take me to bed?” You wiggled your fingers in his hold as a mock wiggle of the brows.

“Maybe I wanna do both”

Jesus, this man was something else.

The dirt road continued out for a couple of miles out, gravel and rocks crunching under the spinning tires of his bike. The road seemed to be hidden by a tall grassy field and towering trees, the only sound interrupting the peace being the rumble of Norman’s engine.

He made another turn, the tall field of grass seeming endlessly as he drove until you could barely make out what looked like houses at the top of a field. Shit, maybe he really was gonna murder you?

Norman revved the engine and the motorcycle picked up speeds, whipping the cool country air into your face and probably messing up your tied hair. The large houses came closer into view, huge properties with cars in driveways and lights on. The houses were scattered, your next-door neighbor being about five normal houses away.

Norman rolled down the street at a slower speed as to not disturb his neighbors, approaching a dark and gated house. The gates opened after the man pressed a few buttons on his phone, the outside lights of the home fading on and making it look more welcoming.

The gates closed behind the two of you when he rumbled onto the large driveway, lazily parking his bike right where he was.

This time you didn’t need any help, swinging yourself off the motorcycle and immediately tossing your arms up to stretch as you stared at the literal mansion you were about to walk into.

“C’mon. Did you get a chance to eat?” Norman placed a hand on your hip and led you to the front door, some fancy thumbprint technology letting him in.

“Not yet,” You smile softly as you enter the home, standing in the boxed-off foyer. “I got whisked away before I could escape back home”

“Well, I surely didn’t bring you here to starve you. Take your shoes off, I’ll mix something up” Norman said as he took his own shoes off, socked feet quiet against his wooden floors.

You toed off your own shoes next to his and followed, staring in awe at the midsized entrance. Two staircases descended on either side, leading to an equally large-looking upstairs with a small balcony.

Straight ahead, there was an opening that led out to the spacious main area, tall industrial windows covered the walls in the living room, paired with ceiling-to-floor navy blue curtains tied back so as to probably let in the earlier sunlight. The kitchen was big as well, with dark and wooden cabinets matched to grey ash-colored granite counters with specs of black obsidian throughout.

You had never seen such a gorgeous home, marveling at how clean it was. It had a luxurious feel while still being homely at the same time, a few paintings and sculptures hung up on the walls, sitting on table tops.

“This place is beautiful,” You said after taking a minute to fully appreciate the decor, resting your hip against the counter. “Do you live here?” You placed your purse down.

Norman laughed from somewhere, rounding a corner with an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey. “For the moment. I’m usually out in New York, but I have to be here for some work” You watched as he poured two glasses, handing you one a small smile.

You clinked the glasses together and both threw them back, the liquid burning your throat as well as your chest. “What do you do for work?” You said as you cleared your throat.

“Well right now we’re shooting,” Norman said casually, turning and opening the large fridge.

“A movie?” You question, pulling at the collar of your shirt.

The man chuckled slightly, “Do you have any ideaa who I am?” turning to you with a playful smile tugging his lips.

You scoffed, cheeks heating up a little bit because, well, “No, not really. My co-worker seemed to be a fan though”

“Oh really now? What’d she tell you?” Norman quipped, chopping and tossing the ingredients for what you could see was a really stuffed chicken salad.

“That you were the sexiest guy in Hollywood” He laughed at that, and you couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders from behind, watching his back muscles as he fixed the food.

“Well?” He said after a minute, and you realized you had zoned out. “What?”

Norman glanced at you, a dark look in his blue eyes. “Do you agree with her?”

You stared at him for a moment, before slowly approaching, stopping only a few centimeters short from him.

“Make me agree with her” You whispered, batting your lashes as you ran your finger up his arm.

Norman halted his movements, staring at you before his eyes flickered down to your lips, not hesitating to lean down and kiss them.

“Ya’ ain’t got no clue what you’re askin’ for, doll” He rasped, disregarding the half-made salad as he gripped your waist, lifting you off your feet and onto the island top, slotting himself between your legs as he moved to capture your lips in another kiss, this one way more eager and heated.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hands caressed and fondled your waist, sliding down to your hips and pulling you closer against him, pressed his bulge into your clothed cunt.

He kissed you calculated yet sloppily, tongue swirling around in your mouth as his fingers slipped under your uniform. You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to where he groaned painfully. “Come on, impress me already”

“Whadd’ya want from me?” Norman started to kiss and lick your neck, but you yanked his head back by his hair, for starters yanking the pokey sunglasses off. “I wanna see what you’ve got, maybe like,” You trailed a hand down his chest, pushing him hard so he stumbled into the counter behind him. “What you’ve got in your pants?”

You kicked yourself off the island, pulling the hair ties out your hair and fluffing it out, dropping down to crawl over to Norman, evil smile taking over your lips as you scratched your nails down his denim jeans, mouthing and placing open mouth kisses over his straining cock.

Norman groaned above you, “Think ya can handle it?” a hand coming down and tangling into your hair.

“Can you handle it?” You retort, taking the zipper of his jeans between your teeth and unzipping them, popping the button open.

You tugged his boxers down, very unexpectedly getting smacked in the face by his cock, a good thick eight inches. His tip was red and leaky, the veins running along his shaft pulsating. You had been with your fair share of big guys, but Norman was quite impressive, your fingers stretching when you wrapped them around him.

You gave him a few experimental strokes, playfully looking up at him through your lashes as you run your tongue from his balls, all the way up to the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and taking it into your mouth, sucking the salty pre-cum off.

Norman’s hips jerked slightly, a mumble of curses falling from his lips as he tightened his grip on your hair. “M’not gonna be very nice to ya’ if you keep it up” He grunted, his face a little flushed.

“Didn’t want you to be nice in the place” You mused as you licked down the sides of his throbbing dick, smearing spit from your tongue as you went along. “Such a big cock but do you even know how to use it?”

Norman scoffed slightly, “Ya’ really don’t know who I am” rolling his hips when you took only his tip past your lips.

“Gonna show me?” You wiggled your butt a little, a surge of excitement coursing through you when rough hands gathered all your hair in one. “Yup, gon’ make you remember it too. Open that little bratty ass mouth wide” He tugged your head back, and you moaned, stretching open your lips as well curling your tongue inside your mouth.

Norman slowly slid himself inside, grunting at the warm wetness engulfing him as he leisurely rocked his hips, thrusting half his cock past your lips. There was an uncomfortable stretch the more he pushed in, a slight burning sensation as he worked himself in.

“I know this pretty throat can take a lot more, c’mon girl” Norman rasped, tilting your head further back and holding himself at his base, pushing in until his tip hit the back of your throat.

You relaxed your gag muscles, staring up at him innocently as you started to slide the head of his cock down, Norman letting out a thick hum as his grip in your hair tightened and his eyes fluttered, his hips jerking forward. He snapped the rest of his length suddenly down into your throat, a harsh grunt coming from him when your moan vibrated through him.

He pulled his hips back and sent them forward again, going smoothly back down in one thrust, repeating this action a few times. Norman watched how all his cock disappeared past your plush lips, nose nuzzled in his well-trimmed pubes before he pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip in before fully sliding right back down.

You squeezed your thighs together each time he plunged his cock into your mouth, eyes rolling shut as he started to increase his pace, only pulling himself out halfway now.

“Takin’ me so well gorgeous,” Norman said in a low, husky drawl. “S’like ya’ were made for this”

He was practically humping your face at this point, his own a bright shade of red as pants, and small gasps came from him, flat-out fucking your mouth. Each little noise that came from him made your cunt throb.

Speaking of throbbing, you could feel the way Norman’s cock was pulsating in your throat, deep and shaky grunts starting to come from him. His hips sped up, the sound of his balls slapping against your chin slightly echoing in the spaciousness, the soft gagging of his cock abusing your throat only heard between the two of you, followed soon by Norman’s heavy whimpers, grip on your hair impossibly tight.

His hips stuttered, cock twitching and spasming as he spilled deep inside your throat, trying your best to swallow but you sputtered around him, cum dribbling from the sides of your mouth.

Norman pulled himself out from your mouth, groaning softly at the cool air hitting his sloppy dick as it rested still painfully hard against your equally messy lips, gasping as you stared up at him.

“Impressed yet?” He raised a brow, out of breath himself.

You ran your tongue over your top lip, tasting his bitter release with a smile. “I thought you weren’t gonna be nice? I think you’re being quite boring if you ask me” You teasingly spoke.

Norman smirked, “Who said I was done? By the time m’done with ya’, your body will remember the shape of my cock” He said, snapping himself all the way back down into your throat, not wasting any time before he was fucking into it. He was still a little sensitive from his first orgasm, each bump of his tip pulling a husky whine from him.

It didn’t take long at all before he was already starting to get weak in the knees, each thrust feeling better than the last. He increased his pace, breathing picking up as small whimpers and gasps fell from his lips, a few final strokes before he was cumming down your throat, holding you flush against his navel as you swallowed the best you could.

He pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock on your tongue as he rutted against it, drawing out his orgasm until he was spent, cock softening when he pulled completely out.

You swallowed his load while staring right into his eyes, fluttering your lashes with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Salad can wait. I wanna see wha’s hidin’ under this uniform” Norman said as he suddenly leaned down, scooping you up and tossing you over a sturdy shoulder, strong arm keeping you secure by your middle.

You let out a high yelp at the change in position, bouncing slightly as he trudged out of the kitchen, tugging at your pants as he climbed the stairs. He tossed them somewhere for you to hunt down in the morning, letting out a satisfied chuckle at your round backside, smacking a bubbly cheek. You giggled around a moan, especially when he firmly squeezed that cheek and spread it, helping himself to the view of your soaked panties, a dark red with black lace.

He pushed open a door to a huge and luxurious bedroom, the bed he dropped you on feeling like a cloud pulled straight out of the sky. Norman tore his shirt off, you doing the same as he dipped down, dragging his lips and teeth across your dark skin, sucking and biting as he explored your exposed collarbone.

You groaned and shamelessly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down to feel his already-hardening cock against your wet heat. Norman seemed to have something different in mind.

“Wanna sit on my face, sweet girl?” He murmured into your ear, brushing curly hair out your face. “Did so well fer me, gotta return the favor”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” You said in a honeyed voice, using your legs to flip your positions.

Norman landed with a small sound, looking up at you as you rolled your hips down on where you had his cock trapped between your two bodies. His hands traveled up to your waist, caressing and fondling the deep skin.

You looked like a goddess straddling him, curly hair flowing everywhere and framing your upper half, Norman’s eyes flickering down to your black bra where your tits were practically spilling out. You crawled towards his face, dragging your core heat up his abs and pressing it on his chest, towering angelically above him.

“I hope you don’t disappoint me” You tease, lifting yourself up onto your knees as you stuff your panties to the side, heart racing a little.

Norman licked his lips, hands squeezing your hips as he watched you toy with your clit. “Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself” He whispered, tugging you towards him.

You lowered yourself down, Norman more so pulling you down onto his waiting tongue, licking a warm stripe up your aching cunt, a pleased moan coming from you as you gripped the headboard, rolling your hips.

He started at your clit, flattening his tongue and giving the puffy bundle of nerves multiple hard licks, waves of electricity shooting through all your limbs, down to your tightly curled toes. He took the small bud into his mouth, sucking hard and rubbing the tip of his tongue against the raw nerves, making you gasp and rut down onto him.

Norman seemed to be enjoying himself, soft groans of his own coming from him as he started to slide his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance before swirling around your clit, repeating the action a few more times. He used his grip on your hips to steadily rock you back and forth in time with his deep licks.

Eventually, he slid his tongue all the way inside your hole, curling it as well as thrusting it in and out. “Mmm, fuck yes, keep using that fucking tongue in me” You were almost bouncing on his face at this point, passionately moaning as he curled the wet muscle into you, harshly licking as his nose bumped against your clitoris.

His hands encouraged your movements, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he plunged his tongue as deep into you as he could. His cock twitched and needily ached, hips slightly jerking upward into the air. You ground your clit down on the tip of his nose, body rolling as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Norman could feel you clenching around his tongue, deciding to speed up your nearing orgasm by suddenly slipping out you, replacing his nose on your clit for his tongue, and filling your back up with two thick fingers, blissfully curling right into your sweet spot. You moaned loudly as one of your hands tangled in his hair, gripping roughly. Your body trembled as he fingered you in time with his tongue, bone-crushing weight washing over you as your hole spasmed around his wiggling digits, grinding down on his tongue until you just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as you could feel your used cunt leaking juices all over his hand and face.

You were both gasping for air when you lifted yourself onto wobbly knees, Norman’s fingers slipping out as you kept yourself steady by gripping the headboard with both hands.

“Are ya’ impressed now?” He asked, audibly out of breath as he licked your slick from his glistening lips.

You scoff, smiling down at him. “A little, but I’d like to get to the main course now,” You said, swinging a leg and crawling off from above him. “No more side dishes”

Norman watched as you discarded the drenched pair of panties somewhere in the room, landing on the wooden floor with a small slap. You yanked your socks up, taking a needed second to ball them together before tossing them as well, starting to grab at Norman’s unbuttoned pants.

He helped kick them off, murmuring to you as he tugged his own socks off. “Forgot ta’ take yer bra doll”

“That’s your job, mister famous” You chuckle as he comes up behind you, hands exploring your bare melanin skin as they run up your sides, climbing and cupping your breast, circling to your back to unclasp the bra hooks. He threw the final piece of garment onto the floor, pulling you flush against his front.

He started sucking on your neck, one of his hands fondling your tit while the other snaked down to toy with your puffy clit. He rubbed his cock between your cheek, biting and licking his way to your shoulder. He pinched and rolled your nipple with his fingers, trailing his lips up the side of your neck and nibbling on your pulse.

You moaned softly when his hand dropped your tit, coming up to brush your hair out the way, gathering it in a tight but gentle grip as he tugged your head back onto his shoulder, dragging his tongue across your newly exposed throat, up the underside of your jaw till he reached your lips, capturing them in his.

Norman’s cock twitched against you when your hand joined the one still fingering your clit, scratching his skin with your nails gingerly as he slowly kissed you, deep and lustful. You blindly reached your hand behind yourself and felt around for his dick, a small grunt coming from him when your fingers grazed his tip. “Ya’ ready fer me?” He murmured against your lips.

“Been ready since I got here” You sass, dropping down onto your elbows with round hips in the air. “You better fuck me like you mean it”

A hand landed on your ass, Norman’s other still holding up your hair, grip a little tighter now as he burned the image of your arch into his head, the hand he spanked you with spreading your cheek, thumbing your pussy as he pressed his tip to your entrance, greedily sucking him in.

He was big, but you were so wet and dripping to the point he just completely slid in, unrestrained groan coming out his chest as his entire cock was swallowed up and wrapped in your squishy walls, almost immediately starting to find a rhythm with his hips.

Norman’s fingers curled into the fat flesh of your ass, “Takin’ all of m’so goddamn well baby girl, could fuck this pussy for fuckin’ days” spreading you apart so he could watch the way his cock was sliding into you and blissfully stretching you open.

“Pound me already, I thought you were gonna be a meanie tonight” You drawl as you roll your head from side to side, pushing back needily against him.

He gripped your hair at the roots suddenly, yanking it roughly to pull you up onto your arms, almost pulling himself all the way out before slamming right into a sensitive bundle of nerves, mewl of pleasure racking your body as he started to relentlessly and mercilessly thrust into your body, so deep that you thought he was actually in your stomach for a moment.

You gasped and sputtered as he pulled you back by your hair in time with his harsh hips, huffing as he started to fuck you with all his strength. Each slam of his hips sent his cock flying into your cervix, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. “Got real quiet all of a sudden girl. This wha’ ya’ want?”

Norman’s fingers were fisted in your hair, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated in the large room, bed quietly squeaking as he railed you, watching how each forward thrust of his hips made your ass bounce, a wet sound coming from where his balls slapped against your clit.

“Yes, Oh fuck yes,” You mewl, eyes rolling back as your toes curled. “Harder, I know you can fuck me so much harder” Norman groans at your words, yanking you back onto your knees flush against his front and wrapping a hand around your throat, dropping his grip in curly hair to tightly grip your hip, jamming the entirety of his cock into your body, poking spots you didn’t even know were there.

He quickly resumed his unforgiving pace, pounding into you so deep and so rough, you choked out small sobs with each hit of his tip, gasping as you started to lose air. It was everything Tyler told you it would be and more, dots starting to cloud your vision and prickle under your skin, clenching as you could feel each thrust send you further and further to the edge.

You can tell Norman can feel it too, resting his sweaty forehead against your shoulder as he starts to lose rhythm slightly, pace not faltering as his cock twitches inside you, so tight and hot, your cunt squeezing his full dick like never before. It made Norman’s head fuzzy and a little dizzy, fueling the buzz he had from the earlier alcohol, though he only had about maybe three drinks total tonight. He was purely drunk off your body, letting out a soft whimper as he throbbed, on the verge of his orgasm.

“Feels so good, don’ wanna pull out of ya’…” Norman mumbled as he rocked himself into you, grunting when his tip nudged against your cervix. “Might just hafta’ stuff ya’ beautiful”

You rolled your head back onto his shoulder, his grip around your throat loosening as you cheekily smiled. “Yes please, let’s make a mess” Norman mirrored your expression before reaching down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours.

He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip in before sliding all the way back inside, hungrily groaning into your mouth as he repeated the action, downright stroking his cock using your cunt. "Jus' gonna let me to fill this pretty pussy? Pump you full of all my cum?" Norman groaned, increasing his pace as his hot mouth landed on your neck, his teeth and beard scraping the skin as he continued his deep strokes, still pounding blissfully into you.

"God yes, give it all to me" You moan, rough fingers coming back up to your hair. Norman forcefully pinned your upper half down into the fluffy sheets, his other hand firmly gripping your ass as he fucked into you like an animal, shoving his whole dick into your cunt from tip to base. You let out a high keen with every unforgiving thrust, each one sending you a little closer to the edge.

Norman huskily panted, whimpering a little as he sped up, this time pulling you back onto his cock to meet his hips as he started to really fuck you, now railing into you with all his strength. Uncontrolled whines came from you, eyes rolling as his hand tightly gripped your scalp, each loud slap of his pelvis against your backside sent you lurching forward, only to be yanked back by the fistful of curly hair.

Your walls were practically milking his cock, so warm and wet around him, greedily sucking him in with every thrust, squeezing the entirety of his length as he increased his pace even more, letting out unrestrained gasps and grunts as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm. “Fuck m’gonna fuckin’ cum” Norman chokes out, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he groaned with each hot drag of your cunt, cock twitching and throbbing inside you as he fucked himself closer and closer over the edge. “Jus’ keep fuckin’ takin’ me doll, takin’ me so damn well”

His words made you tighten up around him, and it was all he need to fly off the handle, tossing his head back as his hips sputtered, cock slipping out of your stretched hole with an audible pop, Norman softly groaning as he came all over your twitching pussy, suddenly pushing himself inside and letting out a loud, shaky whimper, fingers curling in your hair as he started to fuck into you again, followed by the filthy squleching of Norman’s cock sliding into your ruined cunt, his cum becoming a creamy mess were it was being pushed in and out, dribbling down your folds to your clit where his balls slapped lewdly against.

“So fucking good for me, ya’ve got such a perfect pussy ‘could fuck you all day” Norman purred, dipping his head down to latch onto the skin of your already marked shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh and shuddering when he seemed to slip impossibly deeper into you. His hand fell from your hair, both palms falling firmly on either side of your head. "Feels like a goddamn dream" He snapped forward, breathing hot in your ear and gently nibbling on it. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, helpless gasps falling from you with each drag of his cock, feeling the throbbing veins which each thrust.

Your nails curled into his skin, eyes fluttering shut as your second orgasm built rapidly in your gut, whines of pleasure spilling past your lips. You couldn't even speak, each hard snap of his hips knocking the words straight out your chest. Norman roughly groaned in your ear, hotly kissing and licking at your bare shoulder. You were both so close, it only fueled his animalistic pace as he sped up.

Norman fisted the comforter in his hands, the skin tingling and raw from where you dug into it, little half-crescents decorating the back of his hand, and puffy lines sprouting blood on his arm, sweet sobs coming from you with every jab of his cock. Norman buried his sweaty face into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting the skin, his beard scratchy as he trailed his lips up to your pounding pulse. A breathy, shaky whimper came from him as he stuttered in his movements, pressing himself deep as he spilled into you for the second time, capturing your kiss in a greedy and heated kiss, moaning into each other's mouth as he drew out your shared orgasm.

When he pulled out with a slick pop, softly humming as the cold air hit his cock, you were both thoroughly fucked and completely worn out, panting heavily with Norman still halfway on top of you.

“Are ya' impressed yet?” He huffed out, a smirk forming on his face as he tugged your head back.

With a deep exhale and a small smile playing on your lips, you looked over at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. "I guess I am"

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Okay, I absolutely LOVED writing this request. It practically consumed my life lol. I would definitely be open to more reqs like this where there’s a little bit of a plot, even though I already have so many that are unanswered 🥲🥲🥲

I was really nervous about posting this because I’m just not a fan of the ending but at this point all I can do is hope for the best

THAT BEING SAID If people are also interested in sending in more Norman requests… 🥶🧏🏾‍♀️ y’know where to hmu babe

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FAV POOKIE TYLER WHO DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS USING HER AS A WAITRESS I LOOVE YOOU BABYGIRL MY OLDER SISSY FR 😝

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[theeblackmedusa]

aim to please

pairing: fontaine x black!fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, language, fontaine thee munch, oral (fem receiving), there's a bush (he's a wilderness explorer idc), daddy is used one time, some use of aave (if you think you're correcting my grammar in some of the dialogue you're really not😭🫠)

a/n: just a short lil fontaine smut while i work on my other two fics for him. pls tag me in any fontaine or yo-yo fics y'all write bc i lovee this movie so much

"Shit, fuck. Fuck, Taine!"

You were talking nonsense as Fontaine's tongue worked against you. You were sensitive and tired, but if you even thought he would stop, your hand flew down to his head to push him deeper into you. He had you drunk on the feeling of his mouth, and you never wanted to sober up.

"Yeah, say my fuckin' name," he spoke against you as he ate you. "Who got you feelin' like this, huh?"

Your head fell back as the tip of his tongue swirled your clit and made your stomach coil. You could feel every nerve in your body buzzing and your throat was dry.

"Talk to me, baby. Use that pretty voice."

"You do, Taine," you managed to breathe out.

You were going on your third orgasm of the night dealing with Fontaine. You'd put yourself in this position, expressing that you'd never been properly eaten out.

"I let Kendell try once, but he couldn't get over the fact that I didn't shave, so I just made him stop," you said.

Fontaine had laughed at you, shaking his head. He was always amused by your choices in men, how you always seemed to pick the ones that couldn't get you off the way you needed. He'd always tell you that he'd be happy to do it for you, but you always dismissed it as a joke because Fontaine is Fontaine and you'd get attached if you let him fuck you, which is exactly what was happening to you now.

"Kenell stupid ass ain't shit if he can't handle a fuckin' bush. Shit ain't nothin' but some hair I can just move out the way."

Your mistake came when you doubted him, though, confidently telling him that it's not like he could handle it either and that he was all bark with no bite.

Maybe you'd been secretly hoping that Fontaine would feel a bruise to his ego and a need to prove something to you for insulting him. If so, your wish had come true.

Within minutes, Fontaine had your legs spread wide open as you sat back on your couch. It was as if he was starving, tongue lapping up all your juices like you were the finest wine. He'd been starving for you and he was finally getting a taste.

"I'm gonna cum again, Taine," you whined as you rolled your hips against his face, making him moan against you.

"Quit talkin' bout it and do it then," he replied, letting his eyes flicker up to you.

You wished you could take a picture of him. His eyes looked heavy as he looked up at you. He was dazed, addicted to the way you tasted.

He wasn't sure what the fuck was wrong with Kendell, but he didn't mind. You were all his. He couldn't imagine how he went so long without you, but he knew he couldn't go any longer.

You began to feel lightheaded as your orgasm began to wash over you and your legs trembled. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He didn't mind. If he suffocated, at least he'd die happy.

Fontaine's hands pressed against your thighs, keeping them open for him despite how they seemed to want to involuntarily squeeze his head between them. He'd save that for another time. Right now, he wanted to see every inch of your pretty pussy.

"There you go, baby. Show daddy how good he got you feelin',"

The sound of him sucking against your clit filled the room. It was loud and lewd and it made you shiver. Your mouth fell open as your chest heaved. The third orgasm ripped through you with a fierceness that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't help the whimpers that escaped you.

Pride rushed through him as you came on his face again. Just the thought of you getting off for him had his cock harder than it had ever been, and he couldn't wait to see if you felt jut as good as you tasted.

He wanted to claim you. To own you. He wanted to fuck deep into you and make you scream for him, spank that perfect ass until you were sore. He couldn't count how many times he'd pictured those pretty brown tits of yours in his mouth while you rode him. Fontaine wanted you to be absolutely his, and he was going go make you know that by the time he was done with you.

When your climax finally subsided, you pushed his head from you, too sensitive to bear the feeling of his breath ghosting against your clit any longer, and he grinned up at you with puffy lips and a wet beard. It was impossible to miss that look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know.

He wasn't letting you go anytime soon.

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[lipglossanon]

The anon who sent the long puppy boy Leon blurb is back and brain rotting.

Imagine bringing Leon back to the shelter for a visit. You make sure to stress to him that you aren’t returning him, that he’s still your good boy, that you’re only bringing him to visit the other hybrids that he misses. You make sure to have his collar on him, maybe a little tighter than usual so he can feel the weight of it on him, grounding him through it all that he’s still yours.

Once leon knows that he’s not going back permanently, just to visit, he’s excited! He wants to help the other puppies train so they can be good boys, wants to brag that his owner is so sweet and nice and lets him scent her by hugging her! But more importantly, he wants to talk to the dog men about how to help his puppy cock. See, Leon has had boners before you, but now, it feels like every time you make his tail wag, he’s leaking cum into his pants. You’re gonna notice the amount of laundry soon, and Leon is worried you’ll actually return him if you find out just what his puppy cock is doing. So he goes to the older dog men, and asks how to make him stop leaking cum every where. The older dog tease him for his over excited puppy cock, but they see how anxious he is about this and tell him there is something he can wear that’ll stop his puppy cock from getting hard, which should stop him from cumming every where every time you so much as look at him. He gets one from the shelter (after begging the volunteer to not say anything to you, and he’s making himself sick at the thought of you finding out so the volunteer has to agree).

He puts it on, and though it feels wrong to not have his puppy cock out and ready to hump things the second you so much as look his way, he’s hopeful that this will stop his leaking. And it does! Kinda… he’s not getting hard (though he wants to, he can feel his dick wanting to swell, the knot begging to form for you) but he’s still cumming whenever he gets too excited or close to you. Actually, it might even be making him worse because he’s more sensitive now, and he’s found himself trying to hump even when in his device. His puppy cock is so sensitive and filled with even more cum because of the sensitivity. But he doesn’t want to risk not wearing it when you’re home because then you’ll find out and you’ll hate him!!

Finally, one day you come home to see puppy boy Leon humping your pillow with the cage still on. Every other hump has cum leaking from his puppy cock, yet he still keeps going. You coo and call for your puppy to tell you what’s happening, and he does, even as he keeps cumming because your near him with his puppy cock exposed. So you tell him he doesn’t have to be caged up, he can use his puppy cock and fill you will all the cum he’s been wasting and the words make him cum for like 8 minutes straight, the largest load you’ve ever seen, and he’s still in the cage. Getting him out of the cage and inside you, it’s like you bought a fucking machine because even when he’s cumming, he just keeps fucking into you nonstop, and your tummy is swelling a bit from being so filled with cum and he’s not stopping, mind completely broken and all he knows is to hump and cum as he whimpers and whines.

(I tried to not add any piss stuff this time around, even though I love the idea of subby little puppy boys not being able to control what leaks out of their dicks because they’re too dumb and horny to control themselves, just in case some people dislike that stuff)

Anon!!! 🫣

I love your blurbs!! And send whatever you want into my inbox (within reason, I don’t legally need to know if you’ve killed a man 🤭). So if you like piss, then add it to your thoughts no sense in censoring yourself hehe

But anon, holy moly! 🥵😵‍💫🫠🫠

A cock cage for little puppy Leon cause he just can’t help himself???? 💀 🤤 and he keeps going and going? 😮‍💨 damn anon got me thinking silly thoughts now 🥴

I’m serious about you writing your own fics 👀 I think you’d do great 😌 but I’m more than happy for you to keep swinging by instead 🤭

#ask box #anon #puppy anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #puppy!leon s kennedy

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi baby, Im super like not myself lately and my writing has been suffering for it (I haven't touched my laptop since last week 🫠). Just wanted to pop in, say hi, I love you and I'm gonna be lurking and rereading fics on your page tonight for my own personal comfort. Also whenever you feel like it, I've been thinking about black vamp reader and sev going out for their first hunt together, that's all 🥺🥲 Kisses if you want them ladybug 😚

marsssss a million kisses for you baby i'm sorry you're in a funk <3. i love you so so so much i hope you feel better soon! also, yes, lets do it!

disclaimer!! i'm white-- so i'll try to make it an obviously black reader-- but if i make any mistakes just lmk and i'll change it asap!!

men and minors dni

sevika's nervous-- you can tell.

she hasn't let go of your hand since you arrived, and each time someone walks beside your hiding spot-- a dark little alcove in the alley behind a bar-- she gasps.

you squeeze her hand. "relax." you whisper. she huffs.

"can't we just eat more rats for a while?" she asks. you giggle.

"do you want to eat more rats?" you ask. she hums.

it took her a while to adjust to her new life as a vampire. she loves flying-- and even now, a month in to her transformation, she still giggles every time her feet leave the floor.

she's got beef with your little bat friend now that she can understand it-- and the feeling seems to be mutual, since he's always lunging at sevika and making her scream when he comes to visit you. they're both jealous-- possessive of you and your attention. you think it's cute.

when it comes to feeding though, sevika's still a little hesitant.

it's not the killing that puts her off-- hell, she does that anyways.

it's just that sevika became familiar with feeding with you, her acting as the blood bag. she thinks of it as something inherently intimate-- something that's meant to bond two people, something vulnerable.

and while it can be that, most of the time it's much more brutal and much less sexy-- and sevika's had some trouble wrapping her head around it.

but you've gotten tired of draining rats with her-- you miss the full bodied taste of human blood. and she's not really a fan either-- the fur tickles her too much for it to be enjoyable.

which leads you to now.

"what about him?" sevika asks as a drunk man stumbles by your hiding spot. you snort.

"he's not drunk enough." you say. sevika huffs.

"how long do we have to wait?" she whines, tugging your hand in hers. you giggle and press a kiss to her cheek. she relaxes at the press of your lips on her skin.

"as long as it takes, babe." you say. she sighs.

"you didn't tell me being a vampire would be so boring." she groans. you giggle.

"i did, actually." you say. sevika pouts. "c'mon, you don't have any enemies you wanna drain?" you ask. sevika huffs.

"i already told you! i don't have enemies-- at least not for long. i took care of 'em all already." she says, pouting again. you snort.

"so we're stuck here until you make a new one or someone comes stumbling by wasted." you say. she sighs. you kiss her to placate her again, and she hums against your lips. "it's not all bad." you remind her. "i never had a companion with me on my hunts-- this is fun."

"oh, have i been demoted to companion now?" she asks, glaring at you. you giggle.

"well, i don't see a ring on my finger." you say, teasingly wagging your fingers in front of sevika's face. she growls.

"you proposed to me! i don't need to get you a ring!" she cries. you laugh, reaching forward to fiddle with the ring that you pushed on her finger a month ago.

"i'm just saying-- until we say our 'i do's, legally, you're just my roommate."

"you're the one who won't let me take you to the courthouse--"

"they're up top and only open in the daytime! we can't get burnt on our wedding day sev!"

she grumbles, and you lean forward to kiss her again. she sighs against your mouth, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you against her body. you run your hands through her hair and tug, pulling a moan out of her.

just when she starts shoving a thigh between your legs, something down the alleyway clatters. you both look up and watch as a burly man doubles over and vomits behind a dumpster.

"hmm." you say, licking your lips as you examine the man. he's big enough for you to both get a decent drink from him, and drunk enough that he won't remember it in the morning. sevika nudges you.

"him?" she asks. you shrug.

"dunno. it's your first hunt, you tell me." you say.

you watch as sevika's eyes flit up and down the barfing man, her pupils widening and her tongue coming out to lick her lips in hunger.

"he... he's pretty drunk." she says. you nod.

"blacked out, probably." you say. she bites her lip. "can you smell him?" you ask. sevika sniffs the air, and her stomach rumbles. you giggle.

"f-fuck." she whispers.

"better than rats, right?"

"way better." she whispers.

"so?"

"i think it's him." she says, nodding at you. you smile.

"you wanna take the lead or just watch on your first hunt?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"you go first-- i wanna see you in action." she says. you smile, kiss her cheek, then duck out of the alcove.

instinct takes over pretty quick. in a flash, you're in the air and flying over toward the man. you wait for the perfect moment, when he stands back up from vomiting, and then move in a flash.

your hand clamps over his mouth and your limbs wrap around his torso as you sink your teeth into his thoat from behind.

there's a muffled gasp and then a bit of a fight, but in a few seconds, he goes limp and falls to the pavement below him. you take a few big gulps from his artery, then pull off his neck and look over to where your fiance is watching you from her hiding spot.

"c'mere!" you call. she slowly walks over.

"'s a lot more scary when you're not doing it to me." she says. you chuckle.

"yeah, well, i wasn't as gentle and loving with him as i am with you." you say as sevika kneels on the other side of the man between you. you gesture at him. "go ahead." you encourage her.

sevika licks her lips as she looks down at the man beneath her, and then she leans down, lines her teeth up to the puncture wounds you'd left in his throat, and starts drinking.

"fuck." you whisper. she hums and looks up at you from where she's drinking, groaning at the taste. "that's so hot." you say. sevika laughs through her nose.

the blood in your body is filling you with strength and magic, and something warm starts bubbling in your stomach as you watch sevika drink from the holes you'd made in your victims neck.

it's hypnotizing. her throat bobs with each sip, there's a sweet furrow in her brow, and the little hums and grunts she lets out with each sip are incredibly tantalizing.

she's still new to it, and she's incredibly messy as she drinks. blood's covering her chin and cheeks, dripping slowly down her throat, and when she pulls away from him with a gasp, you nearly cum in your pants at the sight of your lover grinning and satisfied and covered in blood.

you launch yourself over the man between the two of you and tackle sevika to the pavement. she grunts as she lands, but quickly starts to laugh as you start licking up the blood covering her skin and grinding down against her thighs.

"fuck." you grunt. "you're so fucking hot." you whine.

"shit, i feel so..."

"warm?"

"yeah." she says, giggling-- a little high from the euphoria of finally drinking human blood. you grin then press your lips against hers. after a minute of making out, sevika pulls away with a gasp. "i want you." she says. you moan.

"you can have me."

sevika pushes you off of her then drags the two of you back into your hiding spot, quickly pushing both of your shirts under your armpits and pulling your pants down to your knees.

it's clumsy and messy and sticky with blood, but neither of you care as you grope and lick and kiss one another anywhere you can reach.

you're both high on blood, giggling and euphoric as you clumsily collide. it's a blur of brown skin on brown skin-- blood on fingertips and spit on lips as you grind and grope each other mindlessly.

you cum together, gasping against each other's mouths and shivering in each other's hands, and when you catch your breath, the first thing you say is "oh, i fucking love you."

sevika huffs and smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"i love you too." she says, laughing. "i'm glad we still fuck after eating-- i was sad to let that go when you turned me." she says. you giggle.

"not regretting it after your first real feed?" you ask, tugging your pants back up over your ass and helping sevika button her own. she scoffs.

"hell no-- that was amazing. does it always taste that good?" she asks. you smirk and nod.

"of course, he's got nothing on your blood-- but i think that was more of a love thing than a taste thing." you say. sevika giggles.

"fuck off-- i taste amazing."

you grin. "yeah, you do." you say, shoving your thigh against her cunt. she gasps, then giggles.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[johnslittlespoon]

okay a bit (a lot, tldr in tags) of rambling to gather my thoughts, but for the dog coded bucky fic <3 enjoyers i have tentatively decided:

i will finish chapter two so ik it's # serious lol, plan out the rest of the chapters so i make sure i don't need to change anything in the first two (bc i'm still not even sure how many chapters it'll be), and then, i think i will force myself to stop being a Coward and post ch1 🫠

but i DO want to warn you that i am a slow writer, i've said this before ik, but i haven't written a chaptered fic in about five years so i'm really not sure how my pacing will be, so i feel like it's fair to lyk in advance!

my ideal aim would be to get a chapter out once a week, but i'm gonna be so real, a more realistic goal is once every two–ish weeks because me + freshly–medicated adhd + writing is not conducive to productivity lmaoo :')) tbh i'd be happy if i even got one done a month but i'm hoping to be faster than that, i just also don't want to rush bc this fic is so close to my heart already, i don't want to put smth out where i feel like i let myself/readers down. <3

anyway. that's my yapping for the afternoon, very excited bc i made a lovely fellow fruit loop friend recently while in queue for a concert and we both accidentally found out the other wrote fanfic LOL u get close real quick when ur holding out for barricade all day 😭

but we have a writing day planned tmrw!! bc body doubling is a lifesaver. so i'm rly hopeful i'll get ch2/all my plotting done tmrw and if all goes well, ch1 can be posted this week <33 half of the reason for posting this is to hold myself accountable too bc i'll feel more pressure to work away at it so i don't have to eat my words lmfaoo

to the angels who have been following the (very slow) formation of this fic, genuinely thank u sm for being so patient with me and also for always keeping my spirits and motivation up chatting to me ab it, i don't think i would've ever actually ended up writing it otherwise so!! i am v thankful <33 it's 'just fic' but it's also a return to something i adore but haven't had the inspo or energy for in years so i'm very :'))

#tldr: if all goes well ch1 of dog coded bucky fic will be up this week #dog coded bucky fic #<- updates will always be under that tag! :-) #soon i can start using the actual title but idk if i will i'm kinda attached to our silly tag #i'm gonna make some cute moodboards for it probs too #art eventually but that's v time consuming so later <3 #johnslittlespoon yaps

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I saw a post of yours saying you'd accept prompts for the reader character from Honeymoon, and while I don't have one yet I was wondering if while writing Honeymoon, did a particular name/coined nickname come to mind to you for the character? Or were there generally any side thoughts that came to mind like little headcanons that you couldn't get into the work?

(I know you've gotten a lot of asks about Honeymoon lately so I'm sorry if you're getting tired of getting asks about it specifically 🫠)

Oh I never tire of it, in fact the more y’all ask the more I go from it being perhaps one of the most solitary pieces I’ve ever written to finally having a little more of a concept behind it. So it helps me start thinking up plot. >And I’d welcome all the suggestions!!<

I was captivated by the wholesome salaciousness of a next morning walk with Elvis after the wedding night and how the whole world would be invested in it,. That alone drove that fic, very isolated. If you’ve ever been to a good ole fashioned southern Baptist wedding you know the tittering blushiness of what everyone knowing “what’s gonna happen to you tonight.” So I was thinking of that but magnified by global interest and Elvis’ carefully crafted image of his perfect little lady.

SOOOO….

First off, no, I’ve no nickname in particular, which honestly now I’m realizing that would be a lovely way to keep it a reader fic but have a little name for her. I’d want it something soft and sweet like Bunny or Buttercup, Honey Bunch, Schooby Doo or something similarly saccharine. Elvisey.

Now as for plot, much of what I might’ve done back when I wrote it has now been written by others, and written very well. So I’ve started to simmer on something else, maybe regarding the Governor’s daughter at the time he came home, except not Ann the eldest who he flirted with and maintained a friendship with, but rather a baby sister? Someone far too young when he first came back yet was star struck and dreamy over him in 1960. But Honeymoon and any of its new surrounding fics would be in the late 60’s and perhaps she ends up the bride. I’m really intrigued about exploring two things:

1. Elvis marrying a sweet little baby belle to spare her reputation after a bit of his foolin’ got her name gnarled up with his and shenagins that never did go as far as the papers say, but she’s a bit ruined all the same in her father’s circles. So perhaps outta respect for her father and the appeals of her older sister to help somehow and his almost mystically idealistic appreciation for rewarding virtue and defending the innocent, he marrys her to save her good name. And dear me, she’s so in love with him, she’d do anything for him and he’s terribly nervous that he’s not cut out for marriage but he’s trying and goodness me it is fun to play house with someone so sublime.

All this is just me spit balling.

2. I want more of Elvis actually getting commissioned as a agent or ambassador or something of that nature for once, the dear man so wanted to be of use to his country and sure, maybe his new posting isn’t what he expected without much gun fighting and need for karate kicks but his his career was lacking anyway and his helpful little wife knows this world well and is an immense help and assures him that his smile alone could bring world peace. Germany again, perhaps? Cold War shennagins? Middle East? Where would y’all like to send him?

Does this inspire any thoughts? Opinions? That’s what I’m stewing on so far though it’s not sure enough for me to have the vision for a scene I can write out.

Thank you again for asking and sorry for the way I’ve just word vomited lol.

Xoxo

#prompts most welcome #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #honeymoon #honeymoon asks #elvis and me #welcome home elvis #oh elvis #elvis presley x reader smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley smut #priscilla movie

[pagegirlintraining]

helloo

i have been re-reading your sex-shop au (it's really good) you co-wrote with sb else and i have been wondering. in the sequel when stuff gets more explicit, how is it to write that? do you plan intimate scenes a lot or more than other scenes. what is important? or are they more spontaneous? is it a big challenge to write them together with sb else and do you read each others parts to give feedback? what kind of feedback?

haha that's quite a few questions but i'm curious :)

hi there anon :)

First of all thank you, that’s so sweet and I’m glad it’s holding up on the re-read too 🫶🏼

Now as for your questions, I’ll try going through them one by one. Just a warning, this might get a bit long (when asked about writing, I’ll always have a hard time shutting up again 😅).

Also disclaimer, I’m obviously not some sort of expert on this topic. This will only be an answer based on my personal experience.

1) do I plan explicit scenes more than others? - Not usually. In fact, the only real planning I do for them in any of my other fics is whether they’re gonna happen and where in the plot. The specifics are being decided as I write.

Obviously, with sex shop it was a bit different because we needed a different toy/gimmick to be included in each chapter. We actually made a list of six things we wanted to include beforehand, then each claimed the ones we felt like writing ourselves (or in my case, handed off the one I didn’t feel like writing). Beyond that, though, it was write as I went again.

2)what’s important in an intimate scene? - Emotions. I could read the most detailed description of a sexual act and feel nothing if it doesn’t include how the characters feel. That starts with what they perceive, what they hear, see, smell, feel etc. (think moans and such, the light catching in someone’s hair/eyes/on their skin, do they smell freshly showered and like a comfy hug or are they still sweaty from a run, the temperature or strength of someone’s touch and so on and so forth) and moves on to how the things they perceive make them feel in this moment. Most of the time, that second part is in some way amplified or modified by the fact that they’re experiencing it with this specific person, which is my personal favorite part about intimate scenes.

I’m sure there’s also plenty of people who lean more toward description heavy stuff, which is more than fine. It’s just not what I’m trying to do with my own writing.

3) are they more spontaneous? - kinda answered that one already but I’ll add that I’ve never been able to write out of chronological order, so every intimate scene is very much written with the previous parts of the story in mind. It’s spontaneous in what the specific sexual acts are, but I always know ahead of time what I want the characters to feel/think about/realize during them.

4) is it a challenge to write explicit scenes with someone else? - I guess it depends on the person, but in this case, not at all. I think it’s important though to discuss ahead of time if one or both parties are uncomfortable with writing or reading certain things.

Also, writing together mostly means we write different parts of the same story, hence we each write our own explicit stuff, then make sure both parts fit well together. So the real challenge is daring to show somebody else your vision and hoping they agree with it.

5) do we read each other’s parts to give feedback, and if so, what kind of feedback? - YES. That’s the best part of writing together imo, is hyping each other up but also getting to give and receive the kind of input that can make a story even better. To be fair, my feedback to most of @the-amber-fox’s smut is a pretty unhelpful combination of 🫠 and 🔥, but we make do 😂 from time to time we’ll suggest adding something, mostly if the other person’s a bit stuck. But yeah, most of it is just getting to read it ahead of everyone else and being happy about that 😁

I hope I could answer some of your questions in a helpful way 💜 Thanks for giving me the opportunity to think about this so explicitly (pun not intended). I’ve never done that before so that was fun :)

#anon ask #just writer things #yr fanfic #fanfiction #young royals

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Okay writing break is over but first I must tell you about how desperate I am for Farah content. Do u know anyone who writes for her? Bc THE SECOND I SAW HER I WAS LIKE 🥰🫠🥺 SHES SO PRETTY I want to kiss her forehead and let her use my boobs as a pillow while i play with her hair but also I want to perhaps rail her as a lil treat

Why is there a lack of Farah love? (Oh wait- I know why 🙄)

-🔪

KNIFE, PLEASE, NOT THE BOOB PILLOW AND THE RAILING-

to be honest, I *don't* exactly read Farah fics and so I'm not very aware of people who write for her or of fics with her but-

I have noticed many of the Farah fics are Farah x Alex instead of Farah x Reader-

It's a real problem. 😑

I'm gonna write something for her soon (literally have a wip with her and ONLY her) I need to finish.

#asks #🔪 anon

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

Hello! 👋🏽 Nerdie here, I am working on a few things:

1. A second entry for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge (maybe featuring an agent I haven’t written for a bit). I had a burst of an idea which was different than the original one I had. Such is a Nerdie brain. Don't get lost in there, but there are cookies.

2. Finally progress of my “Wedding 101 with Dieter” fic! I had been having trouble with it. I’m happy to have more Maya, Dieter and Daisy. 🤭 I apologize to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine in advance for any undue stress I shall cause you.

3. Going to finish up my short Frankie body part series which sounds menacing but is the opposite. 😂 Very much so lol It’s called “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.”

4. I’m working on a Javier Peña series because I feel like I need to give him something nice. Just one thing. 😆 It's very sweet, I have 2 chapters and no idea what to call it. Pfft, go figure. No idea how long it will be - sorry, won't be ready for a bit. Between Javier P and Joel recent. I need to be nice to them. They’re both very haunted. 😖

5. I'm still working on both Din fics and Benny. I'm redoing the outlines. Bullet points are friends and not our enemies. I think. Will there be more random Star Wars people? Is Obi Wan Kenobi a children’s author and Luke that old man who swings his lightsaber in the yard?! Both these things are true. 😌 Messing with Star Wars canon one character at a time. 😂😂😂 The sweet Din fic will remain so. My walking pile of nervous Beskar. 💚

And that's about it, I've cut back a bit on writing to do more school work (papers...ugh...writing about not Pedro. 👀 Eww...)

Previews under the cut:

Anyway, somehow, I went from being stuck in chapter five for 'Weddings 101 with Dieter' to now being in chapter six. I'd like to thank Hemmy for being so encouraging and @megamindsecretlair for discussing Pedro and Oscar with me the other night. I feel like I should make notes and keep both of those in mind for future fics because it's the right thing to do.🫡 Just thinking about it is… 🫠

This is a small excerpt from chapter six, we should all know Nerdie's humor by now 🤣:

“Who’s banging on my door this damn early?! You better get out of here!” “Dee at least ask who it is.” “I don’t care, it could be the president, pope or, no Beyonce could come in.” “I am not meeting Beyonce in my robe. My hair is a mess, my face is puffy, I haven’t showered yet…that’s not who it is!” “I mean, if she shows up on this door, she’s gonna have to be okay with my bare ass, balls and your robe with your cute puffy face. It’s just us. You don’t need one. I’m just going to take it back off to eat you for-” “MR. BRAVO IT’S ME ZACK! YOUR ASSISTANT!” He screamed, he didn’t need to hear Dieter removing anything off of Maya or eating her in any capacity, they can do that after he leaves later. Never any filter with this damn man, he just needs to remind himself of his loans. This job pays the loans.

Gotta love how....open Dieter is with everything. Even Sasha Fierce is not safe. 😭

Second is from my pending Javier Peña fic (I'll think of a good name, I swear!):

Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.

I very much enjoy my description of Javier, hehe 😉

That's it! Normally I have more, but it's either still in bullet form or in my head. 🤭

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @604to647 @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @rhoorl

@goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @djarinmuse @pedroshotwifey @magpiepills

@secretelephanttattoo @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@laurfilijames @grogusmum @alltheglitterandtheroar @jessthebaker @musings-of-a-rose

@julesonrecord @wannab-urs @schnarfer

#wip wednesday #Nerdie update #javier pena fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #benny miller #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfiction

[mushiewrites]

The (Not So) Magic Trick

I wanted to write an April Fool's Day / pranky type of feel for a fic, and this is the first idea I thought of! It's based off of a challenge that went around on Tiktok a while back (or still going? Im not sure I don't use tiktok tbh), where the one person would ask to show the other person a "magic trick", and would stick a broom handle through the persons sleeve, over their back and then out through the other sleeve - leaving the persons arms trapped up (lee would need to be in a long sleeved shirt or hoodie though for it to work!). And essentially, all it does it render that person helpless. No idea what the real purpose is, BUT - I've seen a few more.....tkly ones...and so this seemed perfect for today! This was gonna be a shorter ficlet, but of course like everything else, I got a little carried away 🫠

George decides he wants to show Dream a certain "magic trick" for his own entertainment purposes

(lee!Dream / ler!George : 2.2K words)

“Come on, Dream- ugh, hold still! God, I’m just showing you a magic trick, you would think I was torturing you or something.” George complained with a grunt as he attempted to continue feeding the broom handle through the blonde’s left sleeve of his red Sapnap hoodie he was wearing. It should be an easy enough task for anyone to accomplish, however it was proved to be more difficult than the elder had pictured, mostly due to Dream’s constant squirming and little hops, jumping from foot to opposing foot in an last resort to try and easy the tingly feeling he got everytime George moved the pole. 

“Mhmhm! I- I’m tryihihing!” He squealed out despite trying to keep his lips together, his left foot stomping on the ground a few times when George finally was able to push the long wooden stick through to Dream’s left sleeve. He barked out another laugh, jerking to the side with a yelp as it grazed under his arm. 

“There! Finally!” George let out an exaggerated sigh, making a show of wiping the back of his hand over his forehead like he had just completed hours of heavy labor. “We could’ve had this done ages ago if you weren’t flopping around so much. You know that, right?”

Dream let out a puff of air through his bottom lip with the intent of blowing the curl away from where it had fallen over his eye, eventually flipping his head back when that didn’t work before rolling his eyes and returning his gaze towards the shorter boy who was now standing directly in front of him. “Okay! It’s not my fault, you were like, just shoving and poking a stick into me! How am I supposed to react?!” 

The younger boy could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched George’s eyes form into little crescent moons when he broke out into bright giggles, high pitched and full of glee at the quick change in color on Dream’s face. 

“Well, it’s over now, right? No need to be so whiny!” Dream sputtered out little noises as he tried to form a response to that, deciding to keep his lips pressed together in a thin line when he realized anything he could say would only come out sounding even more whiny. He watched as George clasped his hands together, pressing them against his chest as he flashed Dream his teeth with the biggest, most menacing smile he could produce. It sent chills down the blonde’s back, causing him to shiver the best he could with how restrained his arms were. “So! Are you ready to see the magic trick?” 

“I…George I, I don’t knohow…wh-what is ihit?” Dream suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable, now beginning to back up slightly while trying to pull his arms down. He was leaning over from side to side as discreetly as he could, seeing if he could get the broomstick to fall out. But to his dismay it was truly wedged within his hoodie. 

“Well I’m trying to show you, silly goose!” George poked a finger into the tummy within arms reach, earning a squeak and muffled giggle in response. Dream began to back up again but George was quick to lean forward and wrap his arms around the bigger boy’s waist, holding him in place in a tight hug. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going, idiot? Be patient! I just said I’m trying to show you!”

Despite George’s questions and constricting hold on him, Dream couldn’t help but continue to struggle, still attempting to thrash even though he couldn’t budge an inch. He cursed his flusteredness for practically zapping all his strength away, turning him into nothing but putty, allowing George to mold Dream any way he wanted. 

“O-Okahahay! If…If I let you show me, do you promise to let me out right away after?” The younger boy was practically breathless already, working himself up over the possibility of this ‘magic trick’ being a guise for something much more sinister. 

“Of course, of course! Whatever you want Dream, now come back here!” George giggled quietly as Dream finally allowed himself to be pulled back to his original position in the living room, standing in the middle of the room with the afternoon sun pouring in and highlighting every freckle on his face. The brunette was briefly mesmerized before he remembered he had a task at hand. He shook his head before placing a hand on Dream’s shoulder, doing his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to break out as the younger boy jumped at the light touch.

“Okay, now for the magic trick!” George began, turning around and walking towards the couch. He stood there for a few seconds as if looking for something before he began to move pillows around, his facial expression warping slowly from a smirk to a look of confusion. 

“What is it? Did…did you lose something?” Dream asked after a few more seconds of George looking extremely puzzled. 

“Uh, yeah. One second, I need to find something…” George looked over towards where Dream was standing, leaning his head to the side slightly as if to look past him. “Might’ve dropped it over here though, lemme see.” 

The blonde watched as George walked towards him, leaning down around Dream’s feet in search of the missing item. Dream was being as patient as he could in the compromising position he was in, idly flapping his hands up and down gently every few seconds as something to do to ease his nerves; It wasn’t working, but he tried his hardest to pretend like it did anyway. He watched as George moved forward, maneuvering his way around Dream’s legs towards the back of him. Not a second later the smaller boy disappeared from his view, seemingly continuing the search for whatever he had dropped. 

“George, what did you even drop? I’m sure we have something similar somewhe-EHEHEHE!” 

“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you over your shrieking! You’re gonna have to speak a little clearer, please!”

Dream didn’t answer the boy’s request, too busy cackling while bending forward to try and block his tummy from the tickling hands that had suddenly latched on and were squeezing like it was what they were designed to do.

“What, no comments on the magic trick?” George continued to speak to Dream as if he wasn’t currently tickling him, his tone casual and playful as his hands continued their journey around the jumping tummy below his wiggling fingers. The blonde shook his head, unable to speak with how hard his laughter was pouring out of him. George gasped in fake offense, suddenly forming his hands into claws and vibrating them into the sides of his tummy. “That’s so rude, Dream!”   

“NAHAHA G-Geohohorge! Plehehease!” He begged through his laughter, trying his hardest to both escape the elder’s grasp, but also to stay still so he didn’t accidentally clobber the menace of a tickler behind him - even if he was the source of Dream’s struggling in the first place. 

“Tell me you like my magic trick!” The Brit demanded, moving his hands to vibrate dangerously close to the dip in the middle of the younger boy’s tummy. A spot they both knew Dream couldn’t handle even on the best of days. With the sudden ambush on his tummy and the flusteredness of it all, he wouldn’t stand a chance. He began to nod his head wildly, moving it so fast George swore it might snap off if he continued to do so. 

Dream attempted to speak through his laughter but was cut off as a loud squeal was ripped from him, George’s left pointer finger now wiggling at the edges of his belly button while his right hand began to gently but quickly knead below it on his lower tummy. He was pulling at his arms more than before now, trying to yank and push them down with all his might. 

“I-IHIHI LIHIHIKE IT! I LOHOHOVE IT! P-PLEHEASE STAHAHAP!” 

When George heard the strain in Dream’s laughter, noticing the younger boy teetering backwards and forwards as his knees threatened to give way, he lightened his tickles until they came to a stop, rubbing gently over the areas he had just abused with no mercy. He could see the blush dusting the tops of Dream’s ears bright red, almost letting out an audible coo at the sight. 

“Don’t worry, I’m done, I promise.” George leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Dream’s waist again, bringing his cheek to rest on Dream’s shoulder blade as he cuddled him in close. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the scent of the blonde’s perfume and taking in the last of the giggles. He gently loosened his grasp on the younger boy, rubbing a soothing hand on his back before walking back in front of Dream, noting how his cheeks matched the shade of his ears perfectly.

“Thahat- that wasn’t a mahahagic trick, idiot!” Dream whined through his giggles as George began to remove the broomstick, the brunette chuckling when Dream squirmed with another whine-laced giggle. 

“Okay, it might not be magic, but it definitely was a trick,” The elder snickered as he smirked up at Dream before turning on his heel, walking to the kitchen to put the broom back on its hook. He turned back towards Dream as he made his way back into the living room before plopping himself down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him to signal that he wanted the boy to come sit with him. “You were definitely tricked.”

Dream rolled his eyes with a groan as he rotated his shoulders in calming circles, making sure to stretch out any tightness he may have from the restricting predicament he had found himself in. He moved his arms around one last time before he let out a relaxed sigh, stepping forward until he reached the couch, promptly falling back into it and practically crushing George.

“Hey! Watch it!” The elder complained, pushing at Dream as he dropped his head against George’s shoulder.

“If I were you, I’d be the one watching it,” Dream spoke through a big yawn, bringing the heels of his hands to rub into his eyes until he saw the familiar kaleidoscope of colors splashing behind his eyelids whenever he pushed hard enough. “You can guarantee I’m gonna show you a ‘magic trick’ too, and this one won’t be so funny.” 

A small smile formed on Dream’s face as he could feel George swallow thickly, clearly flustered by the possibilities that he could be put in. The elder allowed Dream to drift off into a deep afternoon nap before slowly and carefully removing himself from beneath the blonde, immediately making a beeline for his room. He couldn’t take the chance of waking Dream any time soon if he wanted to survive the day. When he reached his room, he quickly closed the door behind him, locking it in the process before flopping onto his bed and crawling under the covers. 

A few hours later he woke up to a knocking on his door, head shooting up with a deep intake of breath as he processed what was happening. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he was never one to deny himself of the much needed rest. 

“Wh- ahem- Who is it?” George called, clearing his throat as he spoke. As he was waking up, the events from earlier in the day replayed in his mind, suddenly sending a wave of nervous giddyness throughout his entire body. 

“Me, I just have a question.” He relaxed as he heard the youngest boy’s voice, getting up to open the door for Sapnap. The second the latch to the lock was turned, the door suddenly flung open, Sapnap piling in and tackling George to the ground. 

“What- Sapnap?! Get off me!” George squirmed under his grasp, only registering what was happening when he saw movement from behind the smaller boy who was straddling his waist, his hands gripping George’s wrists and holding them down. The color drained from his face as he realized that it was none other than the man he had tormented. “Wh- D-Dream?” 

“That’s right baby,” Dream smirked as he kneeled down beside George, leaning in close to his face. “And I do believe Sapnap asked you a question, didn’t he?” 

George nodded his head, his ability to speak having disappeared the second he saw the blonde curls appear in his doorway. 

“Go ahead, Sap.” 

“I’ll repeat myself, but just this once. We have a question for you!” Sapnap squeezed George’s wrists lightly to get his attention, continuing only when the brown eyes were focused on him. Dream and the curly haired brunette exchanged knowing looks, wearing matching smirks as they turned their attention back on the captured boy below them.

“...Hm?” George was practically buzzing with anticipation, not liking the direction this was headed but having no choice to participate anyway. When Sapnap finally asked, George realized his fate. He had absolutely no choice in the matter, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin when Sapnap continued.

“So George…do you wanna see a magic trick?”

#lee!dream #ler!george #this could technically have a sequel..... #but will it? #probs not #anyways #i was gonna make this an actual april fools day themed fic but #it kind of felt too constricting so i just did a lil pranky one instead! #hope u all enjoy! #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[weixuldo]

GUYS I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING IDEAS FOR FICS HELPPP

1. the bi!padme one (maybe a lil poly later on if i write it)-you were raised on naboo, once you reached a certain age you were chosen to become one of padme amidala’s handmaidens. over time you and the future queen became very close. in many ways. but when a charming jedi enters the picture things get…complicated. what will happen of your relationship with padme? (EDIT: Will you stay?)

2. modern au, college student reader x 30’s anakin🫠🫠 ( v self indulgent)- you’re a broke and tired college student and go out to a bar one night to blow off some steam. there you see a handsome man who looks less than pleased to be out at the bar. maybe he’s just as miserable as you? he seems to be wearing gloves and winter clothing… it’s summer. that intrigues you more, just what is he hiding? (EDIT: Enigma)

3. modern au, baby sitter reader x dilf anakin- you got a job working for a single dad, you were working part time during your last semester of college to pay off some debts and this position seemed to pay well. once you arrive for your first day you’re met with a handsome face, he seems particularly cold towards you but you take it with a grain of salt. after spending some time around him, he seems to soften towards you. not only were you taking care of his kids, you were also taking care of him. (EDIT: Unconditionally)

4. din djarin x jedi reader- ashoka trained you years ago while she ran from the empire, when you come back for an impromptu visit to your old master, she has a new task for you. accompany an aloof mandalorian and his green force sensitive child… what could go wrong.

5. obi wan x jedi master reader- you’ve been training as a jedi knight for as long as you could remember. during your pivotal years you grew close to one of your peers, obi wan kenobi. years later you struggle with your intense feelings towards him. things get interesting once he acquires a new padawan. (ani: “you really should see how my master speaks of you”)

6. vader x reader fic- following the events of rots, you were called upon to assist the newly risen sith lord. he seems to want absolutely nothing to do with you or your help. even when you tell him of his meetings he waves you off and huffs every time you speak. you knew he lost a lot and he was in constant pain, but maker, would it kill him to be a little nice? in time he begins to appreciate you in more ways than one. (obv ani couldn’t move on from padme that quick, so in this fic we’re gonna pretend they were just dating or sm… and ;i’m sorry padme) she betrays him…idk i just need him to be available in this fic lmfao)

IF ANY OF THESE SOUND INTERESTING PLS LMK!!!! also dw i’ll write these more like how i wrote never forgotten, the sith lords ingénue is more like a fun crack fic for me🫡

#lmk if you guys would like another vader fic #darth vader #vader #sw darth vader #darth vader fic #darth vader x reader #anakin x reader #padme x anakin #padme x reader #sw din djarin #din dijarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #anakin x y/n #star wars fic #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #kenobi x reader #anakin skywalker

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: You get it. 👍 He's gonna be hard & needy just from the sight of it (verse!Wally >>>> you know. he'd be making the loudest sounds with you eating him out in this specific scenario cause he already loves it, but this just takes it to thenext level for him). Oh, for sure. He's already bent over & being loud about the attention you're giving his hole. Filling him up is just the natural conclusion for him cause he needs. it. Well, he didn't lie about it having the most icing dhdhd. 🤭 (And his immediate thought is that he wants you to suck his dick clean of all of that blue. 🥴)

Absolutely agreed. He is the most ancient Gen Xer in this department specifically cause he already wasn't a huge tech guy when he was alive cause football & all that, but seeing how. far things have come since then makes him be like, "Yeah, I haven't been dead long enough for this." He probably even misses those huge, boxy 90s comps cause he had just. gotten the hang of them not long before the school replaced them. 😭 But, yeah, lotssss of printer ink used on showing him all kindsa new things.

Heard that @ desperate. Even though I'm a relatively "newer" fan (because of the limited material), I can't get enough. 🫠 That makes sense @ it being his biggest "small" role. He's definitely on his way up from smaller ep stints. 🙌 Hmm, can't help but think that it sounds like there's fic potential in this Josh going to multiple lengths to pick up guys. 🤔 We'll just have to manifest future edgy roles for him. I know ~earnest~ is more in his wheelhouse from what I've seen of him so far, but he obviously has the potential to tap into more (even though I'm glad he'll be in the sequel, very. much missed opportunity to make Ryan the killer in Thanks cause you could just FEEL it being a possibility under the surface).

And him being sprawled out just makes it easier for him to take up space so that you have. to lie on top of him. 😉 Yesss, exactly. He just gets. it when it comes to cuddling cause how sincere he is with his emotions.

Probably a matter of how much time you spend with him & how used to the smell you are (sniffing kink, perhaps?).

Yesss. Fulfilling The Milo Manheim Agenda™. ‼️ It really is so true, though @ steal the show, especially in Thanks. As to be expected from me, I was n o t a fan of the entire ~love triangle~ element (& was like, why did this mfer vanish for half the movie...), but HE really held it down as Ryan.

Understandable @ wanting to start off easy (there were a lot. of ideas there 🫣). No worries on stray errors. I'm an extremely nitpicky bitch for my own writing & I still miss shit all the time. It happens. 👍 And, in response to your reply to my reaction: Anytime. ❤️❤️❤️ Us Wally/Milo truthers gotta stick together. No worries on keeping them separate for simplicity. Whatever is the easiest to manage works for me. 😁 No need to be nervous/be concerned with perfection. As long as you're having fun writing it & not derailing yourself with anything that might be distracting, you're all good. 🫡 Coming from someone who's only ever finished one fic forever ago, you should be very proud in your work ethic + output. Hope the rest of the writing goes well for you, though. Have fun. Don't overwhelm yourself (since, once again, a lot. of ideas lolllll). Will be looking forward to reading the sleepover or whichever one comes next (cause, yeah, that's expected @ it taking a bit longer). 🥰

YESSS UGH he’s writhing at your touch one minute, but then thinking about how good your lips and tongue would look stained blue. He’s getting eaten out but also imagines fucking your throat in such a dom way, basically returning the favor after you pounded his hole, he gets a turn at one of yours to clean off all that blue icing😮‍💨 bonus points if the icing works its way back into play while eating him out (can you tell i’m a sucker for foodplay. it’s so silly yet can be so fun)

Mans knows how to use a Microform (those electronic scan things that read old paper documents i think) and that’s. it. LMAO he’s the reason you now own a printer and printer cartridges sksjskk

Yeah unfortunately Ryan wasn’t the killer and i knew it because they basically dangled the keys in front of you in every interview about his character😭 “he’s so sus” was literally used to describe him so i kinda knew that they were just teasing him as the killer, which did kinda work but it was so obvious. I know Milo has Zombies 4 slated for next year, so that’s a bigger role, and I hope he gets more leads/supporting characters in bigger movies. (Live action Flynn Rider may be a stretch but i’m here for it) Love the Josh idea btw, he could definitely be a player to guys too, not just women. I forget what exactly his MO was and why he did what he did in the show, so i’ll have to rewatch it.

Yeah he’s a crazy cuddler but it warms his heart to feel you either lay on him in your sleep or just because. He doesn’t care why just that you do it fr

“Here, better get used to it now.” and he’s using the fact that he’s wearing a tank top to his advantage if ykyk (plus, he knows you two are gonna get along great)

It worked in the movie to give some kind of motive to him, but i hated its inclusion. Thankfully (haha), the movie placed more emphasis on the friend group as a whole rather the three in the love triangle, so it’s easy to ignore. But man, I love that adderall addicted guy who’s willing to get possessive sksjsk🫣

Same omg you get it. I’m so critical of my writing yet I always feel like something’s missing or there could be more added😭 it’s a pain and partially why i get nervous doing requests cause if i slip up on a fic that i wrote in self-indulgence, then it’s no biggie, but if it’s for someone else it’s hard not to get nervous😪 I want to hopefully have the sleepover done before christmas so it fits within the holiday window, but i’ll do whatever i can!! and trust, i won’t rush🫡

also, i totally forgot to mention. but when selecting the gif for last night’s fic, it reminded me that we saw Wally in the pool and my mind went a little wild… just a teeny tiny bit feral it made me laugh that he doesn’t bother to get swim trunks from one of the students in the locker room (like how Dawn stole phones to use) and instead just strips all the way down to just his gym shorts and used those as a bathing suit… just funny things

#wally clark x reader #wally clark #wally clark x you

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

If you don't know me by now

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

summary : you're a popstar and your school Hawkins High invited you to come over to host an event and you're their special guest and you take relationships very seriously, that's why you don't do dates quite often because you only want to settle for the one and that is Eddie, you got curious about him since you always fancy rockstars

word count : it's not gonna be long, I promise 🤞🏻

warnings : 18+ Shy!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n but reader is Agatha hehe (I really want to have a rockstar bf like Eddie in the future 🫠 let me have my moment here lmao) establishing a relationship, reader and Eddie are both 20, reader having period and dysmenorrhea, Eddie is a little insecure in this, that's just it!

what to expect : 100% fluff, a super cute fic- I swear to god hahaha

note to reader : Eddie Munson is literally my type of a guy 🥹🫶🏻 I always stress about the fact he is truly a goddamn walking green flag, I wanted to write a fic about Eddie that he is amazingly the best boyfriend that you could ever ask for! so yeah, that's like I'm kinda using my own name in here, call me delusional or whatever lol but he is all I ever wanted! too bad he's just a fictional character 🥲

author note : I've never read a fic that is FEM!reader who has intense dysmenorrhea and us ladies like that need a representation hehe I have TOO MANY FIC IDEAS just sit tight and see my other stuff in the making ;))

You've been on tour for 3 years and your parents are so pleased of you

by pursuing your dreams and working hard

You're determined, consistent and you faced so many obstacles in your career

you join opportunity that lays on you, once it's on there you never missed it, you auditioned, you practiced every single song, you keep improving your talent and skills

One thing you don't do is to never quit and to never stop once you finally had it

You always loved singing and it's the reason why you're still alive, it's what keeps you going

Music is your life

Without it, you don't know what you would do

ever since when you're a kid, your parents are always supportive and giving you boost to accomplish your goals

You loved to sing your heart out and that is all you ever wanted to do in your life is just to sing and perform

You also have a few genuine true bestfriends from the school that you studied, Hawkins High

Steve & Robin

Max, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Erica, Will, Jonathan, Argyle, El and Nancy.... you like bonding with them but you and Steve & Robin are much more close

Hawkins, Indiana is your hometown, it's your birthplace, your childhood memories are in there

But the time when your singing career got skyrocketed, you and your family moved to Los Angeles

Your last concert has officially over, your manager Alex passed an envelope from your school, Hawkins High

Your eyes sparkle with excitement, you speedily open up the letter and read what it says

"Hi Agatha, will be having you as our special guest in Hawkins High for our school program this coming Friday, we are thrilled to have you."

You squealed in exhilaratingly while jumping in the process as you place the letter against your chest with a big smile on your face

"I believe it's about your hometown? Isn't it?" Alex says while she takes a sip of her coffee

"Oh! Yes it is! Alex!" You grinned at her and you paced back and forth inside your tour bus and obviously you couldn't wait for it

"Calm your heart down, sweetie" Alex puts down her cup on the coaster while she became apprehensive from your overjoyed discomposure

She kinda regrets showing the letter to you now

you sigh with a breathy laughter "Aw, I'm so sorry, Alex" you smile

"It's just that it's been so long, I missed my family, my friends" you chuckled a little bit as you remembered your memories with your friends

"Good thing, it's your vacation, you can do whatever you want after that" Alex while she looks over to your schedule

Alex is like your big sister, she is so protective of you, she acts very serious but once she loosen up, she is so fun to hang out with, you also chose her to be your own manager, your parents treat her as a part of the family

You sat down on the bunk bed "You could do whatever you want too" you say while you're trying to look at her eyes

she turns around to face you from the small coffee table "you know, I can't do that, right?"

"You sure you can, you just won't stop and try to take a break for awhile like all you do is work!" you straighten up and went for the small refrigerator and grab your pistachio ice cream pint

A small smile tugs at her lips while she thinks deeply "I feel like you're right"

"Well, of course, I'm right" you scoffed and shake your head while you search for a clean spoon

The silverware clangs as you look for one utensil

"What about you? don't you want to get out of the comfort zone and start dating?"

The cold dessert sends glacial through your mouth and it caused brainfreeze

Your face crumpled up while chewing at the pistachio bits from the ice cream

She snickers while watching you and you roll your eyes at her

"You know the reason why I can't just date like that- what if he isn't the one?!?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that, hmmm" she places her index finger on her chin as she thinks again

You squint your eyes at her while you're scooping the ice cream

"How about we make a deal?"

It made you stop yourself by eating your favorite ice cream as you listen to her carefully

"Once you're in Hawkins Indiana, you'll date someone and I'll be traveling the places that I badly wanted to go, what do you say?"

You nod slowly "I'll say it's a deal then" you extend your arm out to shake hands in agreement

"But one condition, if you don't do what exactly as I said, I'll resign as your manager" she saids jokingly

You jeered on her "in your dreams, Alex" you say as you both shake hands

"Welcome To Hawkins" it says on the roadside

10am is the call time in your school

You've taken a bath, you fixed your hair, you did your makeup

You chose a dark brown polo blouse with black coat and bell bottom and you wear black boots

"Ah! I couldn't wait to see everybody!" You say as you sit down on the passenger seat

"I just know this is going to be awesome" Alex says as she taps her fingers on the steering wheel

"Why do you say that?"

"Nothing, I'm just awating at the anticipation that you're probably the first one going to lose at the deal"

You chortled while putting mascara on your eyelashes "We will see, don't we? Alex?"

Alex parked the tour bus and you ran quickly outside the vehicle

You inhale the summer breeze while closing your eyes for a moment

"Agatha?" someone called you out, you knew who's raspy voice coming from

You open your eyes and you saw Robin waving at you while bouncing up and down

"Robin!" You ran towards her almost knocking her off the ground

She laughs "I missed you too!"

"Where's Steve?" You say in muffled sound

"I'm right here" you pulled back from Robin and see Steve walking towards beside at the both of you

"Steeeeeeve!" Your eyes flickering with so much happiness in them

"I miss you like crazy" Steve says while hugging you

You pulled back while you're chuckled of how you acted seeing them again "I miss you guys so much!"

"Look at you now!" Robin excitedly says as she looks over to your tour bus

"Our little star became the shiniest ever!" Steve says and he booped your nose with his index finger and you giggled

"I'm on my vacation! We can whatever the hell we want!" You smile lopsidedly

"I like the sound of that" Robin smirks to Steve

"Best believe we'll be there" Steve says while throw his arm around your shoulder as they gave you a tour inside of Hawkins High

You eyes roam around the school hallways and you look over to your locker that you used before

There's a lot of changes and new renovations but it still feels the same

Robin nauseated in disgust "Ew- do you remember the time when Jason Carver is so head over heels with Agatha?" her face scrunches up

You groaned "He's not my type and I turned him down politely" you shrug

"He shouldn't been had given the kindness, he is a scumbag!" Steve throw his hands up

You laughed with them and something that caught your eye

Steve and Robin voice became a blur to you

A metalhead cutely smiles at the picture proudly raising his guitar on the school wall

You read the name of his band "Corroded Coffin" with 2 more unknown boys on the bottom, you assume that his bandmates

Your heart begins to race and you didn't even noticed that you're looking at it for hours

"Who is that?" You point at the picture

Steve & Robin stopped talking for a moment as they followed your gaze

"Oh, that's Eddie Munson" Steve places his hands over his hips and he mischievously grin

Robin smirks and they both know what's your type of a guy and you're so dead "We got a crush on the horizon!"

It made you tear your eyes away from the picture and you squeeze your eyes shut

You facepalmed and you put your hand over your mouth

Both of your bestfriends shared high-five right in front of your face

And you knew this would be so fucking unpleasant

The whole school gymnasium is packed loaded filled with a lot of students

Max and everyone is on the backstage

"I just don't get it why you don't date?" Max trying to look at your eyes while you giving yourself last few touches

"It's because, Maxine" you say in a sing song and made her roll her eyes at you

You know she doesn't like to be called like that

"I want a boy that who genuinely loves me! I don't wanna settle for someone who is an asshole" you say as you put back your black coat on

"She got hot shots for our boy, Eddie" Robin snickers

"Oh, do you now!" Dustin grins

Mike, El, Lucas, Jonathan, Argyle, Will, Erica, and Nancy started clamoring

"What qualities do you want from a boy exactly?" Will asks

"kind, caring, supportive, always there for you when times get tough, never fails to make you feel loved and just the perfect man ever" you let your hands fell down on your sides

"I know what I said is too good to be true because I-I know men like that doesn't exist I'm like writing a fictional character" you let out humorless laugh

"Eddie is the answer to your dreams, Agatha" Lucas nudges you with a giddy smile

You got confused "What do you mean?"

"Eddie is kind" El says to you

"He is caring" Mike smirks

"Number one supporter for real!" Erica says

"he's the one who will be there for you" Dustin grins

"He is truly the man won't stop showering you love and compliments" Nancy added

"In conclusion, the best man ever" Steve says as he fist bump to Dustin

"Why are you guys telling me this?"

"It's because he's the one that you're looking for!" Jonathan exclaims

"He has the greatest weed, man" Argyle is obviously high and you shake your head with a smile

"Eddie is our friend even we don't knew him that much but judging by his actions? He is a good dude" Dustin says trying to convince you

Your heart grows bigger and you try not to smile

The conversation went for a brief silence

The principal announced your name and your friends cheered for you

"Eddie might be watching you" Steve teasing you

"Oh, stop it, Steve!" You push him playfully

You grab the mic and greeted the audience

You winced at your friends for being so loud at the backstage and you laugh

"Deep Purple by Black Dog" instrumental starts playing

You started singing and the whole crowd was just in awestruck by your stage presence

You feel happy but also at the same time stress by your friends teasing you about your feelings with Eddie

Much to your dismay, Eddie overheard a lot shouts of joy and he stopped and looked over the gymnasium door window

Of course, he will halt his tracks as he heard the familiar voice and the band instrumental playing

He is shocked and almost collapsed that Gareth and Jeff help him back up to his feet

He grew weak just by seeing you in singing and he always loved you and hearing your powerful voice

You didn't know he has also have feelings for you

"Woah, are you okay- o-ooh- Holy shit!" Jeff jumps in excitement

"Is that Agatha?" Gareth eyes widen while he holding Eddie back up not looking at him

Eddie does not say anything as he pushes the gymnasium doors as he enters inside

His heart might explode anytime soon as he watches you closely

Gareth and Jeff gave each other's knowing looks as they both know how Eddie worships you in secret

even Eddie isn't vocal about it but they knew his about his infatuation with you

at the autograph table, Gareth and Jeff pushed Eddie with your picture on the line

Eddie made a perplexed expression on his friends but he followed them anyways

He wanted to back out as soon he became closer and closer to you

You haven't seen him yet on the line, you're so caught up from all the sweetest messages from your fans

"Oh no, I'm next" he thinks to himself

"Uh- hi?" he spoke, grunting softly how his voice shakes

He sounded so nervous he hates it

You're still signing and you raise your head and back down and back up again your eyes widened

You made a double look at him "it's him" you think to yourself

You're both staring at each other what it feels like forever

Your eyes softens as you stare at him longer "he looks so beautiful up close" you think to yourself

"Just act cool, Munson" he keeps reminding himself ignoring the fact that you're fucking staring at him like he's some kind of a celebrity

The girl he has a crush on is smiling at him

"Hi, Eddie!" You say enthusiastically your excitement to finally see him in person is clearly unshielded and that made him so extremely confused

"You know me?" He points to himself, he is so dumbfounded and you're enjoying this

"Yeah"

"Cool" a smile grows on his lips as he scratched the back of his neck exposing his muscles on his arms

You gasp softly at the sight of it and you drew your attention away from it before you could do anything that is embarrassing you saw his shirt, it says "Hellfire Club"

"You love to play games?" You motioning to his shirt

"Y-yeah, I do, you know D&D?" He clears his throat

"I do, but I still struggle to understand it though" you shrug

A light bulb comes to his mind "I-I could teach you" he smiles sheepishly

Your crush being so shy to you is so cute "I'd love that"

"You w-will?" His smile reaches to his cheeks

You nod and you give the autographed picture of yours

"I will also love to hear you play"

Eddie could just kiss you right away, he couldn't believe his own crush, knew about his existence and his band?

You're the girl that he wants ever since you moved on from another town so soon

"The Hideout" he says plainly

You tilt your head at him and he realizes "I mean, that's the place we perform"

"Oh" you giggled "I'll be there to cheer you on" you wink at him

Your smile and your laughter is music to his ears

"You better go over there before your friends tease you" you jerk your head on the side and Eddie saw Gareth and Jeff clearly controlling their sniggering as they both watch you

He blushes and ducks his head down shyly

"My god, this man is so adorable, I could scream" you think to yourself

"You should come over at my place, I'm having a reunion party going on" you say not making it sound desperate that you want to have him forever

His lips apart at the thought that you're inviting him? He would die for you right now

"S-sure, I'll be there" he grins at you and walks away fast

His cheeks were on hot fire

You prop your arm up the table and rest your chin on your hand as you sigh

You're falling in love so hard with the cutest metalhead you ever laid eyes on

Alex saw the whole thing "I knew it was you" she squeezes your shoulder

You groan while signing the next picture "it was worth it, are you happy now?"

"I am" Alex smiles to herself while she crosses her arms

You thanked everyone and thanked the school staff

You expressed your gratitude and appreciation for everyone who came

You and Alex and your friends headed out towards the exit

You stretch out and immediately folded slightly as you felt an intense pain, you're having abdominal cramps

"Are you doing good, Agatha?" Steve asks, eyeing you in concern

You take a deep breath "y-yeah, I'm good, I'm just exhausted, that's all"

"You should get some rest like you just recently got finished from your tour and did this and now you're going to host a party" Robin always rambles if she saw you in pain

when she rambles really wildly that means she is worried about you

"You guys, I'm fine, this is nothing" you say you wave them dismissively

You know, Steve & Robin won't believe you but they check on you as they can

"How come I didn't knew about Eddie?" You ask in curiosity

"I think for a short amount of time, you've met him while you're just rising up from your career" Steve says

"What? Really? I can't seem to recall it"

"Yeah, you take home your studies instead when you're conflicted with your schedule" Robin added

Even you don't remember it, Eddie never forgets the first time he saw you, you're the only one that he loves until now he didn't knew that he can bump into you again, it's so unbelievable to him, he thought he might never see you ever again because of how popular you are

You're at your house and everyone is in there

Loud music coming out from the speakers

No problem with the food and drinks cause' Argyle got it covered

Everyone is dancing and having a good time

You remove your coat and you're trying not to hold your stomach

You're experiencing dysmenorrhea at the moment but you always ignore the pain that you're having right now

Eddie came with his RV van and he is very nervous

He checks on himself rearview mirror like in the 100th time

He calms himself down while taking deep breaths

"You got this" he says to himself

He's wearing white polo unbottoned on the front with necklace chains hanging on his neck and black denim pants with his Reebok

Of course he would never leaves the house without his rings

He rangs the doorbell and you swing the door open

Your words caught up in your throat and Eddie does the same

You swallowed and chuckled nervously "Hi, Eddie! I'm so glad you came!"

You step aside and he says "Well, thank you for inviting me, my darling"

"My darling" you restrain a squeal you feel so many butterflies on your stomach

Everyone shoots knowing looks at you while they glance at Eddie

Steve, Jonathan, Argyle stole Eddie for a moment

You hissed on another hit of pain again on your stomach

You plastered a smile on everyone but Eddie notices it

You looked amazing but he knows something else is bothering you

Eddie is a good reader when some of his loved ones are distressed

Just by one look, he knows it, he just knows it

The party is doing well as you planned

When everyone is saying their goodbyes to you and hugged you

You want them to stay for more, it's not even that late yet but all of them are like wanting to come home immediately

Eddie is the one who is left behind, who is clueless and confused just like you

You saw Steve & Robin dragging Dustin ass out of your house and you heard their mischievous laughter

Oh, they're up to about something else

You shake your head at them as you watch Steve's car drove away

You suddenly feel nauseated, you cover your mouth and ran towards the bathroom and slam the door shut

You throw up and it feels like all of your insides is gone just how painful it is

This is what you hate when you're time of the month, you have extreme dysmenorrhea

You cancel appointments, meetings, or even shows, if you're having sickness like this

Eddie runs after you but he step outside when he heard the door slam with a bang

Eddie heard your vomiting and is now worried about you, he knocks on the door softly when he heard the water running

You flushed down the toilet and wash your mouth on the sink

You cleared your throat "Um- Eddie- I'm fine, you can go home"

You sound so sick, he can't leave you alone like this

"Are you sure?" He steps back when he saw the doorknob moving and you go outside of the bathroom

You almost fell but Eddie catches you, holding you tightly

"Woah there, sweetheart" he says while he checks on you

You looked so queasy and you bring yourself to look at him and to his hands on your waist

You blinked and he just stares at you

All you can see is care, he cares for you, he hopes that you'll trust him to take care for you

He is so gentle with you and your heart flutters more

Maybe, your friends we're right about him

You say "OW!" while you hold your stomach and Eddie put his arms over your shoulders as he brings you to sit down on the sofa

"Eddie, no- no- you have to go home, please, I'll be fine" you reassure him

"I can't go home if you're like this!" He whisper-shout

You feel fluid coming out from your private area and you rush towards the bathroom again

Eddie watches you and you shrieked

He doesn't think twice of coming after you again

"W-What happened? Are you okay? What is going on?" He asks his tone might be too loud or too high in worry he doesn't care at this point

You open the door a little and he tries to open it wider but you stopped him

His face crumpled up in puzzled expression as he tries understand what's going on

"I-I'm having my period and I don't have anything, I ran out" you winced of what you just blurted out

He saw the period blood droplets on the bathroom floor and your stained underwear

You got embarrassed as you quickly covered all of your clothes out of the way where he can't see it

"I'll be back" he says while he digs up his keys on his pocket

You thought he will be disgusted but he isn't "W-What?"

"What do you need?"

"Uh- 28cm sanitary pads with wings- um- that's all"

You're taken a back with his eye contact and he listens very carefully to you

You can tell he that really does care and it feels genuine

You've never met a guy like that and it made you love him even more

"Clean up and I'll be back in a flash, I promise, just wait for me, okay?"

"Okay" you say softly with a small smile

Eddie only knew about girls having period is normal, he isn't the type of a guy that acts like it's the worst thing ever

Yeah, it does hurts like hell but he doesn't horrid by it, because he knows it's the natural thing that woman reproductive system has....

He had no girl in his life or even in his family, this is the first time that he witnessed a girl having her period

He picked up so many advices from his uncle and his friends of what a girl wants and what a girl needs

Eddie stops over at the 24/7 hour store and he gulps of how many choices at the ladies section

But he picks the one you that asked for, he grabs more just in case, he also taken a note of how you bleed so badly, your heavy flow can't take just one only pad it could gush out of it

So he took the menstrual pants that costs a lot more than your usual pads but he doesn't mind it, the priority is to taking care well of you

He put in his cart some cool fever and balm oil for your aching stomach

He also grabs 3 ice cream pints, pistachio ice cream, cookies and cream, vanilla

He saw you eating those three ice cream flavors

He takes the white cheddar popcorn he saw you eating that as well tonight

He also orders chocolate mousse cake

He shoves everything on the passenger seat as he quickly turns on the engine and droves back to your place

It's been 30 minutes since Eddie left and you're in your bedroom and you're on your pajamas

A hot compress laying on top of your stomach, that soothes the pain a little but you can feel is still there

You heard Eddie came back and he calls out for you

You stand up still wincing at your stomach and you're limping towards at your door

"Eddie, I've been waiting for yo-" you paused when you saw Eddie carrying too many bags

"Are you feeling any better? I bought these!" He says with a cheeky smile while he raising the bags

He puts down everything that he got from the 24/7 store near to you

"I brought these because I-I've noticed how much you bled, I think you need these" he gives it to you

Your eyes glows so much admiration, your heart made a backflip of how thoughtful he is

"I also bought 3 ice cream pints!" Your eyes light up when you saw all of your favorites

"Aww, Eddie, this is so sweet" you say

He became flustered while he shakes his head shyly

"Well, I need to take care of my girl" he grins while he continues to show what he got for you

"My girl?" You raise your eyebrows "you never fail to make me fall in love with you, Eddie" you think to yourself

You watch him and you can't hear of what he says anymore

You appreciate everything of this

You smile in content and you finally found the one that you always been looking for

You're very certain of it

You excused yourself and you headed towards the bathroom

as soon as you walk out from the bathroom he asks "Doing alright?"

"Yeah, I feel much better, thank you"

"You know, I don't feel like I should leave, I could stay" he says, his guts tells him not to do it

You became light-headed as you stumbled back and Eddie manages to catch you again

You fainted right between his arms

"Nope, definitely not coming home just yet" Eddie says

He carried you towards your bedroom and places the hot compress over your stomach and he covers you with blanket

He saw on the bed side table that you already taken a medicine "Buscopan Venus"

He carefully rubs the balm oil on your forehead and you sigh comfortably

He admires your pretty face and how your eyelashes flutters while you're sleeping

He let his eyes wander around your room and he saw the guitar pick necklace that he gave to you before, before you left, his eyes became misty, you kept it after all this time

You woken up and the pain is now gone but you can feel all of your insides are grinding with such pain

The flow is coming out of you is real strong

You looked over to your side and you saw Eddie sleeping peacefully on the couch while he hugs a pillow

You change your position on the side as you taken a chance to look over at his features

"He is so handsome" you think to yourself

His curls touches his cheeks, you loved his scent, you look down on his chest you noticed some of his tattoos peeking out

You remove your blanket and get up and walk towards to him

You crouch down and you can't help but hold his cheek and you caressed your thumb softly not wanting to disturb his slumber

"I love you" you whispered

You smile and take a last look at him before you exit your bedroom

Eddie thought he might be dreaming he heard his crush says "I love you" he changed his sleeping position

You look over to your living room and all of the mess is gone

You chuckled slightly, Eddie cleaned up your house

You walked over the refrigerator and heard someone walking down the stairs

Eddie rubs his eyes and yawns "Goodmorning, what are you doing? why'd you get up?"

"For breakfast? and uh- goodmorning" you say while you grab the bottle of apple juice and placed it on the kitchen table

Eddie noticed something streaming down on your bottom and your period blood goes through straight to your pajama pants

"Honey, you're bleeding"

"What?" while you're holding the waffle batter

He gestures to your pants and you groaned and annoyingly

"Oh no"

"What?!"

You ran back up towards to your bedroom and you saw your bedsheets are now covered with period blood

"I knew it" you say as you remove the bedsheets

He tuts "I got this, clean up and I'll handle this"

"Eddie, you've done enough-" he cuts you off

"Let me take care of you, please" his pleading eyes convinced you otherwise

You sigh in defeat "Fine, the laundry is on the left side"

As you finished freshen up, Eddie is the one who cooked waffles to you

To your surprise, he is an excellent cook

Eddie and you both shared laughs and even eat ice cream pints with you

"Gotta say, I love the waffles" you say as you wipe your plate using your fingers to lick off the remaining whipped cream

"The pleasure is all mine, sweets" he says as he grabs your white cheddar popcorn that he bought last night

You take it and open it up and you shove your hand down on the bag, you crunch one popcorn inside of your mouth

You smile "why are you so nice to me? why is that?"

His cheeks suddenly grows red "it's because I like you" he thinks to himself

"I just wanted to take care of you, that's all" he says avoiding eye contact with you

You bite your lip and you think of your decisions

You have to tell him how you feel

Eddie's mood slightly changes, he frowns a little bit because he is a nobody, he is so out of your league

He is a freak and you're a popstar, little did he know that you don't care of what he is

What you do care is how he treats you like the way you wanted to be treated

He is perfect and he doesn't know it

It's noon and he thought he is overtime staying over at your house

He wished to stay a little longer or he means forever and you think the same

He waves bye to you shyly while he walks towards to his RV van

He frustratingly groans of not saying the truth to you as he opens the door

"Eddie, wait"

You walked behind him

He brings himself around to face you, he thought you feel unwell again

"Thank you, really, for everything that you did today and last night" you smile at him

You can't even bring yourself to say it

"You don't have to thank me with anything, if you need something, just call me, okay?" He says as he pats your shoulder

"Okay, Eddie" you say softly with a smile

You might get melted if you stare at each other again, so you turn your heel and walk away

Eddie watches you, you pressed your lips together and you remember of all the things he did last night and today

Maybe.... You read him wrong, he was just being friendly and you on the other hand expecting something more bigger than that

You frown as you reach for the doorknob you can't even look back at him that way again

You wanted more than just friends

You can hear Eddie's keys jangling and he opens the door, you slowly turning the doorknob of your front door open

"I wonder...." You think to yourself

Eddie shuts the door and put his keys back to his pocket and calls you

He ran towards you

You heard his voice and your heart stops of what you just predicted

You dropped your hand onto your sides and he grabbed your shoulders

Turning you to face him, furrowing your brows as you look at him

You look down where he holds you, he stares at you with loving eyes

He caresses his thumb on your shoulders

Before you know it, he pulled you closely into his chest and he presses his lips to kiss you

You yelped at his action as you watch him closing his eyes as he kiss you fiercely

Your eyes softens with delight, his lips felt good

He pulled back and you pout "I-I'm sorry, I really like you- I do- I'm crazy in love with you, Agatha" he stutters

"You like me?" You say breathlessly

he is afraid of rejection but with you he will never regret that he confessed it "Yes, if you'll have me"

"I love you, Eddie" you say as you pulled him closer to you

You brushed his lips with your thumb and you cup his cheeks with a smile on your face

His heart might come out of his chest, he easily melts within your touch

You slam your lips onto his and his eyes widened but he recovered

He holds your waist tightly and you wrap your arms around him

The kiss was so desperate but burning with desire

He deepens the kiss as he slids his tongue onto your mouth and you mewl

None of you wanted to break the kiss and it felt the like the world stopped moving for a moment

Your eyes became glossy when you both pulled back

You giggled how plump his lips are

"I-I don't seem to understand" he lets out a breathy laugh

"I am so in love with you, you have no idea" you say as you throw your arms around him

You lay your head on against his chest

"But I'm just a-" you cupped his mouth and you shush him

"You're perfect, Eddie, you're an incredible guy" you told him while you pinch his cheeks

He chuckles and as he places a kiss on the top of your head

"You're perfect, you're an incredible guy" your voiced echoed to his mind his insecurity removes it self away from him the second you told him that like it didn't even existed

"I love you so much, Eddie, if you'll have me" you say as you pulled back to look at him

You read his eyes and you can tell how radiant they are- he is the most happiest man in the world

"Are you kidding me? of course, I fucking love you!" He exclaims and you bursted out laughing

He scooped you up and you whooped in shock and you crack up at his action

You hold at him tightly as you lay your head over his shoulder and you kiss his neck

He swing your door open and kicks it close

He sats on the couch and he places you on his lap as he peppers you with lots of kisses on your chest, neck, cheek and your hand

You giggling "Stop! It tickles!"

He snorted "I love you, I love you, I loooveee you" he says as he pecks a kiss to your lips

"I love you endlessly" you say as he clashes his lips onto yours

You can feel him smiling at the kiss and you sigh in comfort

Eddie gave you a piece of chocolate mousse cake as you make a conversation with him

You ate it and you hum on how indulgent it was

You both have the same interest with music, fashion, movies, and life, you find out he was also bullied too

You also have the right amount of friends, quality over quantity....

You've never engage in conversations enthusiastic like this

He made it so easily when you're with him

You can listen to him for hours

Eddie popped up on the VHS player and it starts playing "The Godfather" (1972), you heard the iconic soundtrack while your hands on the sink and you slowly your turn around

He flushed himself on the sofa with his one arm extended on the side and he looks at you beaming, you gasp with a tender smile sitting on your lips

"Oh my... H- How did you know?" you say as you tear off a paper towel to dry your hands

"I saw your poster on your bedroom and I think this is the good time to finally watch this film"

You let your jaw drop and he chuckles "You haven't seen it yet?!?" you're so appalled

"I'm sorry" he laughs "I'm more like into horror, I dig that kind of stuff"

you hum "You're in for a treat!" you say with a wide smile as you sat down beside him and he wrap his arms around you

You look up at him and he is already staring at you "You should expand your knowledge in films too, you're missing a lot!"

"Yeah, I think I need to" he nods

"Oh, yes you are!" you elbowed his stomach playfully and he snorted, you scoff at him "you're so uncultured!"

He dramatically acts like he is being stabbed in the heart and you laugh

You pat his knee "Now, pay attention" as you point at the television

He smirks at you and he squeezes you

you both cuddled up together at night as he embraces you while you bury yourself on his chest

He snuggled with you and kept telling you that you look stunning yesterday and he is so starstruck at your performance

You grin at him and he is worried about your period, you felt a little dizzy, so he gave you a glass of water

"Why do I deserve to have someone like you" you told him as you place the glass on the bed side table

"Because you let me take care of you" he says as you scoot over to give him space and you throw yourself onto him as soon as his on your side and he chortled

You both said "I love you's" a zillion times already

"I love you, sweetheart" he says to you while he rubs your back

"I love you even more" you say as you hug him

It feels so warmth on his arms, you can't even express how joyful you are

It's 6am in the morning and Eddie shuts his eyes when he saw the bright sunlight at the window, he flinches a little

He froze when you moved slightly not wanting to wake you up, instead, he put his arms around you

Caressing your head lulling you to sleep....

Dustin is right "he is a good dude" more like the greatest

🎶"Just trust in me, like I trust in you"🎶

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson cute #Spotify #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[simpjaes]

Please don’t be embarrassed😆 It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who can just be on their phone allllll day

I hope your energy rubs off on me cause god knows I need to find my motivation to be productive🙃

I always say that I’ll write more when Summer comes and school ends… and yet here I am😀

I WANT ZOOMIES (but it always seems to happen in like the middle of the night🫠🫠)

im rubbing off some of this energy for u <3 fr im gonna end up writing like a 500k fic then fuck off and die at this rate KJFHSDKJ

no but for real? don't push yourself! it's stressful as hell. plus, i always tend to uh...listen. i always say ill write when i have breaks from college then don't do a damn thing bc rest is needed. i almost always write the most in the middle of a semester surrounded by deadlines, and yknw??? that's ok!!!

#ask #anon #I SUPPORT U #im rooting for u <3