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mrsbarnesblog · 3 months

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Summary: Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly do not punishes your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: established relationships, protective boyfriend Matty, fights, insults and creepy guys, language, mentions of blood, hints of sex at the end.

Author's note: idk, the summary kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. basically it's just me being McGonnagal's fan and a simp for Mattheo 😘

Mattheo was sitting with his friends on one of the benches outside the castle. He was partly listening to whatever Blaise was saying about the next Quidditch game, more thinking about you and about the fact that he almost didn’t see you during the day.

He was completely lost in his thoughts until he heard your name slip out of the new guy’s, Eddie's, mouth. He and another Ravenclaw student were sitting not far away, and Mattheo’s attention was immediately drawn to their conversation.

“Yeah, that girl Y/N, right? I tried to talk to her during the lecture but she acted like a total bitch.” The guy laughed, elbowing his housemate as if he said something funny. Mattheo’s fist tightened, and he tried to hear more to figure out whether they were talking about you or not.

“Wait, dude.” The other guy chuckled, almost in shock. “You mean that Y/N? Riddle’s girl? You tried to hit on her? Nah, you better drop that shit. It’s like serious between them and all, no one usually bothers her because Riddle goes crazy about it.”

“Don’t care, man. I’ll find a way to get to her. I know she’s gonna be a total freak in bed, I will find a way to fuck her.“

Mattheo just snapped, jumping out of his place in a matter of seconds. Before one of his friends or even Eddie realized what was going on, Mattheo had already dragged him to the floor, punching his face.

“Wanna repeat what the fuck you just said about her?” He hissed at the guy, making another hit into the jaw.

“I said that she looked fuckable.”

It turned into a total mess, with them fighting on the ground and other students staring like it was some kind of show. The crowd got bigger, but Mattheo did not care about it at all; he was too busy with the way his knuckles met that ugly face.

Only a few minutes later, Blaise, Theo, and Draco dragged Mattheo away, while a few Ravenclaw students restrained Eddie.

Mattheo was almost uncontrollable, puffing and trying to escape from the firm hands that were holding him in place.

You heard that your boyfriend got into another fight, but as Luna said, it was something bigger and that he was even more violent today.

You brushed through the crowd, immediately standing before Mattheo’s eyes to catch his attention. You placed both of your hands on his chest and quickly nodded to his friends to let him go. As soon as he became free, he tried to push forward, almost radiating anger. The fact that Eddie was proudly smiling behind your back did not help the situation.

“No. Mattheo, stop it. What’s going on?” You felt the way he was breathing, as if he had run a few miles, and it was mostly anger. His face had a few drops of blood; the brow and lip were cut, and you knew that you would have to clean them up later, but now you only wanted him to calm down and speak to you properly.

“Hey, baby. Remember me?” The voice behind your back made you turn your head around, only now seeing the guy your boyfriend was fighting with. It was a new student from another school who was annoying you during your class and almost got you two in detention. You wanted to slap him so badly for the way he was talking to you, but you knew that the best way to deal with such people was to ignore them. They were always thriving on any type of attention. He looked much worse than Mattheo. Already blossoming bruises under his eye, on the jaw, and blood running out of his nose, and when he gave you that nasty smile, you saw his red teeth too. "C'mon, that’s why you were ignoring me, huh? Voldemort’s son? You could find someone better to fuck.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” You felt how Mattheo moved forward again, but you slightly pushed him back. You lifted one of them to his cheek, caressing it in slow circles.

“No, you’re not. He's not worth it, Matty. Hey, look at me, please.” You put a slight pressure on his face to distract him and make him set his eyes on you. You had seen him during the fights before, but this time it was different. The way Mattheo’s eyes were completely dark, slightly narrowed, and full of rage, his face expression was so cold and nothing like you got used to. For a moment, you understood why sometimes even his friends preferred not to step in.

Eddie pissed you off during the previous lesson, where he decided to sit with you, chat, and flirt. You tried to pay as little attention to him as possible, completely uninterested in the jerk with no manners and a big ego. He got to school just a few days ago but you already hated him with your whole heart.

Though you couldn’t let your boyfriend start the fight again. Eddie was clearly provoking him with that weirdly satisfied grin on his face and rude words, probably so later he could say that the Dark Lord’s son was trying to kill him.

Mattheo's eyes were ruining between your face and Eddie behind your back, as if he were trying to make a decision. Your fingers didn’t stop moving in slow motion on his jaw and you thought that you felt some tension leaving his body.

“I hate the way he was talking about you.” He said it roughly, trying to control his body and emotions. Yes, Mattheo’s eyes were full of anger, but there was something deeper. He was hurt.

“I know, Matty, I know.” You stepped a bit closer to distract your overprotective boyfriend. At that moment, you almost forgot that you were in front of everyone and all the students are going to gossip about your interaction for the next week. “He’s provoking you. He wants to make you the bad guy. Don’t let him do that, please. We should just leave, okay?” You almost whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, Matty, listen to your little girlfriend if you don’t want to—”

“Mr. Carmichael!” The loud, stern voice of Professor McGonnagal interrupted whatever he wanted to say and everyone went quiet for a few seconds. “You are not allowed to speak in this tone inside our school. Mr. Carmichael, Mr. Riddle and Ms. Y/L/N, follow me to my office, and everyone else must go back to their classes.”

“But Professor, Y/N didn't do anything wrong!” Mattheo protested, on instinct, placing his hand on your back and stepping closer.

“I said all three of you should go to my office, Mr. Riddle. Now.” Without another word, she left. Mattheo cursed near you, blaming himself for getting you into trouble, but you gave him a reassuring smile and, interlacing your hands, led him to McGonnagal’s office.

As soon as you walked in, Mattheo stood, separating you and Eddie so he wouldn’t be able to talk or even look at you.

“Are any of you willing to tell me what exactly happened there?” McConnagal sat in her chair, observing all of you. You stayed in front of her in silence.

“I punched him because he was saying inappropriate things about Y/N, Professor.” Mattheo briefly looked at you and you slightly squeezed his hand in yours in return. You saw how McGonnagal looked at your hands but you did not pull away, willing to show your boyfriend that you weren’t mad or blaming him.

“Is that so?” She looked at you.

“I wasn’t there when the fight started, but Eddie was bothering me earlier during the lessons. He made a few comments about me, even though I asked him to leave me alone, so I assume that it might’ve been the reason for Mattheo to do it.”

“Liar.”

“Mr. Carmichael, you are not in the position to talk back right now. That is quite impressive that you were able to get into the fight without even being here for weak. You are getting a detention, plus you’ll help Professor Snape after tomorrow's lesson. He’ll be happy to deal with you, I’m sure. Also, 20 points from Ravenclaw.” McGonnagal ignored his dramatic groan, now looking at Mattheo. Judging by the tension in his body, he was ready for the worst. “What about you, Mr. Riddle…” She briefly looked at you, and you didn’t really understand what it meant. “This time, I’m only giving you a warning: in Hogwarts, we do not support any kind of violence. You may be free.”

“That’s unfair! I’m covered in blood because of him. Are you really not going to punish the Dark Lord’s son? He could’ve killed me!”

“One more word and I’m taking away more points. You both are free, but you, Ms. Y/L/N, please stay for a few minutes.”

“But she— Professor, please don’t do this.” Mattheo stepped closer to her desk and you thought that he sounded as if he had suddenly panicked. It was strange.

“Hey, Mattheo, don’t worry about me. I promise, it’s okay.” You pulled him back, curiously looking at his weird behaviour. “Just wait for me outside, please. It won’t be long.” He stared at you for a moment, but then kissed you on the cheek and went out of the room.

“It’s truly magical to see the kind of love you two share, my dear.” McGonnagal softly laughed and you felt the heat on your cheeks. “Come sit here, please.” McGonnagal pointed to the chair in front of her desk.

“What did you want to talk about, professor?”

“Well, I know that this is not my place to interfere, but I wanted to say that you and Mr. Riddle share something really rare and special. And while I do not support his physical way of dealing with problems, I know that he deeply cares about you, darling, and this is how he expresses it.” It was weird to hear such words from someone else. You always respected Professor McGonnagal and the fact that she said that made your heart fill with even more love.

“Was it the reason why you didn’t punish him for the fight?” She nodded.

“Mattheo is a really smart boy with a kind heart and a good chance to have a really successful and wonderful life. The only thing that may ruin it is his family; I'm sure you understand that.” McGonnagal looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. “I see the way you affect him. How he became less distant during the lessons, started smiling more, and that you two are always connected no matter what. Everyone noticed it, even us professors. You may be the only bright thing in his life, my dear; that’s why I want you to ask to be there and not let him slip into the darkness. I just know that such love is so pure and strong and I hope it’ll live as long as the world exists.”

“Um– thank you, professor. I don’t even have enough words to express myself, but I appreciate your support. I’ll do everything in my power to save it.” You suddenly felt extremely emotional after this talk, and the only thing that you wanted to do right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms.

“Now go. He's probably losing his mind because of you being there for so long.

Mattheo did wait for you near McGonnagal’s office and when you walked out of there with slightly glossy eyes and a soft smile, his facial expression changed into something sad and cold, which you did not quite understand. As usual, after his fights, you went into his dorm, but the walk there was weirdly quiet.

When you walked into his dorm and then to the bathroom, where you usually cleaned his wounds, he just followed you, hopping onto the counter near the sink and waiting while you prepared the first aid kit.

“Are you okay?” You stepped in between his legs, holding his face with your left hand and the wet towel in the other. You wiped the dried blood and then applied salve. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as if he were considering his words. “Are you going to break up with me? If so, then just say it right away and don’t torture me. I fucking hate it.” His eyes were locked on your necklace with the letter R, while your hand froze in the air in shock.

“Wh– Matty, what are you talking about?!” He finally looked up, meeting with your eyes, and you understood that he was trying to be casual and careless about it, but in fact he looked hurt.

“Isn’t it why McGonnagal asked you to stay? To say that I’m bad for you or something.”

“This is why you didn’t want to leave me there? I saw the way you looked at me… Oh, baby, no, I’m not going to break up with you.” You gently cupped his cheeks; now the tension had partly left Mattheo’s body and he finally put his hands on your waist. “In fact, McGonnagal told me quite the opposite.” Your fingers gently rubbed a bruise on his jaw while he looked at you in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” Mattheo slightly frowned. His hands unconsciously tightened around you, causing you to step even closer to him.

"Well, she said that you are really smart and that you have a lot of opportunities in the future if you’ll make the right decisions. She told me that you need someone like me to be here for you… and that what we have is really pure and magical.” You almost whispered the last part. The silence in the bathroom became almost too heavy, and the way Mattheo was looking made your stomach tighten with a weird feeling.

“I thought she hated me.”

You shook your head. “There’s no reason for her to hate you, Matty. You are not your family. You can live your life how you want to, without any burden or darkness, and I’ll be here for you. Always.” Mattheo’s hand reached for your face, slowly touching your skin. He looked almost mesmerized by you—those pretty brown eyes soft with so much love and feelings for you.

“Merlin, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He drew you closer, your foreheads touching in an intimate gesture. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my everything, Y/N. I know that it might be hard dealing with me, but I’m trying. For you. And I’m sorry for today. I just cannot let anyone disrespect or hurt you, my love.”

“That’s okay. I’m not mad. Just don’t want you to get hurt too. I love you, Matty. No matter what.” You smiled, closing your eyes, and finally properly kissed him. It was slow and delicate and it felt as if that moment was so significant for your relationship. You were always sure of your’s and Mattheo’s love, but right now it has become serious on another lever. And both of you could not be more happy.

Mattheo kissed you passionately, pulling you in close and sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, burying your hands into the messy curls and scratching the scalp. “I hate to say it, but you actually look kind of hot when you’re fighting…”

“Fuck, baby. Let’s stay here for the rest of the day and skip the classes. I want you so fucking bad.” He groaned, lowering his mouth to your neck.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mattheo Riddle?” You pushed him away, slightly pulling his hair to enjoy those glossy dark eyes and swollen lips.

“What if I say yes?” Mattheo’s hand slipped under your skirt, teasingly stroking your thigh.

“Then I'll let you do it.”

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 4 months

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Danny, at 17, did not have the best love life. This is partially because two of his must haves in a partner are " Will protect me with their life" and "Will commit unspeakable acts of violence for me" or at least beat someone up for his honor.

Naturally, this doesn't always result in the most stable of partners.

His first girlfriend, Valerie, became an anti-hero and broke up with him for his safety.

He finally got with Sam in sophomore year only for the feds to come into class one day to arrest her. To his surprise, her crimes had nothing to do with ghosts but rather an incident where she went too far and committed a few acts of economic terrorism. Danny and Tucker never really learned the specifics of the crimes, and her parents hushed up as many news outlets as they could, so there wasn't much info to go around. All they knew was that she saved thousands of lives by doing it.

In the end, she was sentenced to eight years, and she broke up with him so that he wouldn't wait around for her to get out.

His third partner was a guy named David who was really sweet. Unfortunately, Danny got kidnapped one day by David's arch nemesis, who was some villain with a corny edge lord name. Yeah. David had become a a super hero after they started dating.

And if you guessed that he freaked out and dumped Danny for his own protection, you'd deserve a cookie.

Danny was noticing a pattern here. One that continued with everyone he dated. They always became some kind of hero before dumping him for his own protection, and it was infuriating. Sure, danny could defend himself, but he was never deep enough into the relationship to reveal his phantom half, and frankly, his hero career was something he left behind when he left Amity and destroyed the portals.

He met Tim at a skatepark after Tim fell off his board cause of some jerk speeding out in front of him on his own board, forcing Tim to stop or else hit the guy. The guy was unrepentant and Tim calmed him down (this did not stop him from melting the guys wheels with an ectoblast when no one was looking).

Tim then asked him to coffee. Danny, noticing how cute Tim was, agreed.

Danny was up front with his parents being mad scientists in Illinois. He always was with all the people he dated. It was better not to hide these kinds of things or worse, wait until you're already attached and afraid of losing them. So he always told potential partners as early as possible. Tim seemed a bit put off by this but was calmer about it than most, and they continued chatting.

Tim didn't seem like the type to turn to heroism or anti heroism so he felt safe on their later dates. It was only after he had known Tim for a while that he put the pieces together.

Tim was always covered in bruises that he hid with his clothes and make up, he had complained about batman over the phone when he thought danny couldn't hear, he was rich, he knew how to fight as revealed by his stances and footwork dispite trying to pretend he didn't, and lastly he held a lot of political power and influence being Bruce Wayne's son. Power he had no reservations using when it suited him or he was just feeling petty (that pettiness was part of why danny was falling for him harder than he thought he could)

No wonder Tim was so okay with his parents being rouges.

Tim was a villain!

At least Tim wouldn't leave him like all his exes. Danny doesn't think he could handle it if he did. Another good thing about this is now he can talk more freely about the more villainous and morally gray ideas and inventions when he was alone with Tim.

Tim didn't see anything wrong with Danny's idea to use something similar to cloning pods to make synthetic meats like rump roasts and steaks as a way to end world hunger and was eager to add to the conversation.

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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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More yandere bully pwetty please 🥺

I gotchu babagorl 🔥

Yandere!Bully x GN Reader pt.2

CW: harrassment, dub-con kissing, creep behavior (not from him...ish)

🖤 It's been a few months since Adrian started bullying you, and by bullying you mean weirdly following you around like a lost puppy and getting defensive if you say anything about it.

🖤 You've made a few friends, much to his dismay, who invited you to a party at one of their houses. They didn't say anything else about it other than it would be pretty wild.

🖤 Adrian was eavesdropping on the conversation you had with your friends and decided to go too, it didn't matter whether he was invited of not, he had to keep an eye on you in case you snitch about the stuff he did to you. and also because he's scared you'll meet someone you like, you're his! he can't let someone as cute as you leave him!

🖤 The party was indeed wild; you didn't expect there to be so many people. Loud music was blaring out of large speakers, people were roughhousing and drinking themselves silly, you think a window of two was broken...

🖤 You stayed anyway, trying your best to enjoy the party as your friends go off and greet other friends of theirs.

🖤 Adrian's car pulls up at the house, he already saw people making out on the porch outside and his heart beat fast thinking about if one of those people were you right now. he can't let that happen!

🖤 He pushed through the crowd inside and finally caught sigh of you in the corner of the living room with a red cup in your hand. His face lit up, but his happiness leaves him just as quickly as it came when he sees a guy approach you, clearly drunk out of his mind.

🖤 He sees red when the creep starts chatting you up, even though you were clearly uncomfortable with it.

🖤 "Hey! Who do you think you are hitting on them? Get out of here before I bash your skull in!"

🖤 He grabs the guy by the collar before shoving his away, the poor dude running off in a hurry.

🖤 You blink twice at Adrian as he turns to check on you with the softest look you've ever seen on him.

🖤 "N-nerd! Are you alright? Did he do anything?"

🖤 You shook your head and he sighs in relief. His expression soon changes to a frustrated one.

🖤 He grabs your hand and leads you outside, you start protesting, trying to pull your hand away from his but he's too damn strong.

🖤 Finally you ask where he's taking you and he leads you to the back of the house. He pins you to the wall and stares at you with wide eyes.

🖤 You felt the loud music from inside send vibrations across the house as his heavy breaths made your cheeks flush pink.

🖤 "You don't let anyone do that to you understand me, Freak? You're supposed to me mine do you hear me?"

🖤 His fists ball up, not in anger but frustration that he saw someone talk to what was his.

🖤 You stumble in your words, confused as to what he meant by 'mine'.

🖤 Suddenly you felt his lips crash into yours, one of his arms pulling your waist closer while his other hand held your head in place.

🖤 You place your hands on his arms as you start to kiss back softly, melting into the kiss. he pulls away, now bringing his mouth to your neck.

🖤 You could only whimper and moan softly as he left kisses and love bites on your neck, going unnoticed by anyone in the party.

🖤 "You're mine, no one else's, God you don't know what you do to me..."

🖤 He continued whispering praises and confessions to you, how the way you laughed with your friends made him want to get rid of them so the only thing you'd talk with was him, how he'd think about you every night, most times about you under him as you two shared passionate kisses, how he wished for so long to hold you like this.

🖤 Tears fall from your eyes as he takes his hand and wipes them away, kissing your stained cheeks.

🖤 Eventually he pulls away from you, grabbing your upper arm and leading you to his car.

🖤 "Come on loser, I'm driving you home...and s-stop crying...here, have a tissue...uhm...I..I love you...Nerd..."

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yandere-sins · 6 months

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Today, I was thinking about Kar'niss the drider, who—mad and confused—stumbles over a nearly dead darling in the Shadowlands.

You're already as good as gone, life sapped out of you mercilessly by the shadows gnawing at you. They burn your skin and dig into your very soul while strangling you slowly, agonizingly to death, trying to take over your body and make you into one of the lifeless puppets wandering around unprotected. It's your own fault for getting into this mess, yet you prayed and wished for nothing more than to be released from the torture.

Perhaps that's why it's so surprising when instead of eternal, restless death, your body is enveloped in a gentle light, bright and freeing you of the shadows that quickly retreat. You gasp and wheeze as you jolt back to life, coughing and contorting until you finally get your own mind back.

It hurts to look, yet you cannot help but stare into the blinding light, trying to determine where it's coming from. Only now can you make out faint noises coming from it, the shadows having wrecked your hearing badly enough so that you didn't notice it before. Metal clanking and a voice. It almost makes you believe in a god again, as you mistake the light to be talking to you.

Imagine the shock, the ice-cold shiver that runs through you when your eyes finally adjust. When the real monster behind the voice comes into the light, mumbling and yelling nonsensical phrases about 'feeding the shadows' and 'her majesty's will'. Half of its body resembles a man, the other half is spider through and through. His skin seems more leathery and armored, and his fingertips are contorted into claws. What you thought were dark jewels adorning his face turn out to be eyes, and you choke on a scream as they blink, their focus suddenly shifts entirely on you.

"Who are you? What are you doing, feeding the shadows?! It's not right, it's not...! Ah, yes, your majesty! Your light guides us, protects us. We are eternally grateful!"

As if almost dying and being rescued by a drider isn't bad enough, madness seems to be dripping off of him the moment he notices you through his hazy mind. You can tell that there is no reasoning with your savior, no last bit of sanity to appeal to, your instincts tell you. He leans down, and you cower, trying to get away. But the moment you leave the lantern's glow, you feel the shadows reaching for you again. You have no idea what's going on as the drider makes another step forward, the light enveloping you again, but you start to listen to his rambles, the way he calls out to some queen, reverently so.

And your blood runs cold when, in his mumbles, you hear him call you a gift.

"My queen, are you giving them to me? Is this my reward? I will not complain about this most generous gift, majesty!"

Your arm is caught by him quicker than you can get away, though his grip only tightens when you struggle, his skin feeling wrong against yours. Appalling. But when you stop thrashing like a fly caught in a spiderweb, he gently pulls you to a stand, waiting for you to regain your strength before he starts walking, tugging you with him. The shadows want to reach for you, pull you back, and you fearfully step closer to the drider, making him chuckle.

There's nothing you can do, his grip on you firm and the shadows being the only alternative to walking with him. He keeps blubbering and laughing about his thoughts, conversing with someone you can't see but who he seems to revere. But at the same time, you feel at least one pair of eyes fixating on you in every moment of your journey, even if you don't know which one is looking. Everything about him is freaking you out, but when you reach a massive building with people walking around, you can't help but feel thankful to the drider for bringing you back to civilization.

That is, until someone tries to talk to you. He does not like that.

Letting go of your arm, he snatches you by your waist instead, your feet dangling above the ground while you feel the air being forced out of your lungs from the pressure he puts you against his chest with. It's all so unnatural, and you can't help but struggle in fear when, suddenly, his bellowing voice makes you freeze.

"NO! This is my gift! Our Queen has gifted them to me! They are not for you to take! You are not worthy!"

And just like that, after baring his fangs and driving away the people you thought were going to help you, his anger disappears almost immediately as he cradles you, cooing much softer words in your direction than to the others. "It's alright, sweet gift. They'll not take you from me. We'll be together, as has our Queen decided."

With that, you feel like your body is flying through the air, clutched against him, as his many legs are swiftly put into motion. When you force yourself to look over his shoulder, you are already far up in the air, watching the ground distance itself more and more. All you can do is cling onto him in fear of falling to your death, and he breathes you in deeply before you two reach the top, his lips contorted into a smile when you finally meet his eyes again.

"Mine, all mine. My sweet little gift."

NSFW-ish below

I'd like to think he has taken one of the free towers that are more or less empty and spun a pretty web for his darling inside. Kar'niss takes care of you, rarely letting you outside (only if you convinced him over the span of days that you'd so like to take a stroll with him) because he really doesn't want anyone else to see, touch, or talk to what is his, even when he needs to go and guide souls to the tower. You will probably go as insane as he is, listening to his rambling and trying to appease him when you accidentally say something to send him into a fit of rage.

There are so many ways to punish you, too. Simply leaving you in the darkness after your almost death reverts you into a crying, sobbing mess that Kar'niss will love to soothe you, dedicating himself to cuddling and cradling you in his arms and lolling around in the web with you while he tells you he and the grace of her majesty are always with you.

He's also just painful to be around, especially when he's so irrational, and you cannot move out of the way of his fangs, claws, and legs. Everything about him feels strange, giving you no comfort, but he can hurt you so easily it makes you paranoid. When you ask him to, or he's currently obsessing over you, his touch can be gentle, and Kar'niss has proven his soft caresses to you many times. But if a leg or his hands accidentally swipes you, you bleed. It's just how things are.

Also, suppose you displease him by speaking against his queen or setting him off by denying him the pleasure of being with you. In that case, he'll just stop caring for you, sitting outside the tower where he keeps you, and sulks. (The Absolute is probably telling him to go back, so he's also bickering a bit with her. Kind of an impressive achievement on your side.) He listens to you and waits until you start begging and pleading for him (or anyone) to come back and help you, to not leave you there to rot like this. Yet, Kar'niss makes you suffer for a while longer to punish you while ensuring no one comes near you.

But it does excite him when he goes back, and you cry and call to him and apologize for what you did, swearing you won't do it again. Excites him a lot. You do love him too, don't you? Of course you do... his queen would not have given you to him if that wasn't the case. You are meant for each other, after all. So he can forgive you this time.

Once he realizes you're in need of a parasite, he'll probably start connecting his disturbed mind with yours, giving you severe brain damage as you are flooded with his thoughts. But it'll finally give him the chance to show you exactly what he wants. Force you to believe in the Absolute like him by torturing you with his devotion and admiration until you break. Now, you'll finally understand your purpose as his mate, too. Accept him. Share his love for you and his majesty.

And since he has a new deity talking to him that isn't Lolth, who knows he cannot have children, Kar'niss might be convinced that he's supposed to make babies for the Absolute. He can't, technically (and maybe you can't either), but that doesn't stop him from talking about how he'll give his majesty new worshippers and how the two of you will be so worthy of her and have Absolute-babies. Kar'niss gets so excited at the idea of you being full and round from his offspring he almost drools, unable to wait any longer once the seed has been planted in his shattered mind.

So all you can do is ask him nicely to prepare you, to make sure he doesn't rip something or is gentle with those sharp claws and teeth no matter how eager he is. Just imagine how happy he'd be when you tell him that you could possibly be pregnant after all the orgasms he gave you—a lie, but you just really need him to stop. He'll be enraged if he finds out that you are not, but hey, he can always try again. And maybe someone will come to help him with his plan. Maybe Araj Oblodra could be convinced to offer a child or spider eggs to quench the Drider's baby frenzy, or the Absolute will give him a child like she gave him a darling.

Either way, until he dies, you're not getting out of this. And even then, someone would have to find you first and rescue you.

If they don't deem you too far gone already.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 3 months

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The Bet

Part one

Eddie is desperate to talk to you but will you ever be able to forgive and forget after learning your friendship was nothing more than a bet? Especially as you had fallen in love with him.

Do you still love him after all that anguish?

Part two.

Warnings: A lot of angst and you'll see..minors shoo! 18+

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A bet. That's all you'd ever been to Eddie, a bet to get one over on your now ex boyfriend, on Jason and the rest of the dark side as Eddie's friend had put it.

Had they spent this whole time laughing at you? Did Eddie get some kick out of stringing you along, stealing your heart piece by piece.

Was everything just a lie?

You had broken up with Bryan a week ago. Sick of his horrible nature and drawn to Eddie, head over heels for him. God you felt like such a fool.

The night you found out about the bet you cried yourself to sleep, walking to school on autopilot. Thank goodness for your friends because you struggled to get through the first day.

Mostly everyone was sympathetic but there was some people who sniggered when you walked past, whispered to their friends only it was so loud that you could hear.

I can't believe how gullible that idiot was

Imagine knowing the freak only got close to you for a bet

Serves that bitch and all the rest of Jason's idiots and the cheerleaders right for thinking they are so hot.

About time someone took them down a peg

Each thinly veiled barb cracked your already bleeding heart and you hurried to get away from the gossip.

It trickled out a couple days later, once the people had finished finding your pain hilarious, how anyone could find someone in pain to be funny was a mystery to you.

Whenever you saw Eddie you rushed away before he could speak to you, wouldn't look at his face because all you knew from him was lies.

Everything was a lie. He didn't love you, he never did. Your heart throbs with that realisation and you do your best to walk around school, head held up high and the heartbreak tucked up inside.

It was all an act but you were a great actor, you had to be to pretend like you weren't in agony on the inside.

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It was the worst few weeks that Eddie could remember in a long long time, Dustin was disgusted with him and took a long time to talk to him.

His heart felt like it had been ripped in half and it was all his own fault, you wouldn't even look at him.

If he even attempted to try and speak to you it was to no avail.

The longest sentence you uttered was when he begged you to talk to him, even just one word.

All you said was ''goodbye Eddie" or that ''you didn't believe a word he said"

Steve picked you up from school with Robin every day, wouldn't even let Eddie go near you. Threatened to beat the shit out of him if he made you cry again.

He tried to speak to you again a few days later when Steve had eased up on guarding you, it was agonising weeks of you avoiding him.

You were coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy and another girl, Chrissy glared at him and the other girl looked like she wanted to kill him.

"Can we talk please, princess?'' he pleads and you ask your friends to give you a second and they do, very reluctantly still scowling at Eddie. He deserves that.

"I can't Eddie. I don't have anything to say to you" he swallows, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to think of what he can say to express how sorry he is.

''I messed up. I made a stupid mistake. The worst mistake, because I hurt you. I made a dumb bet to try and get back at assholes who bullied and made my friends and my life hell, it was mean and selfish and I wish I'd never done it" you listen to what he has to say and his heart aches when tears pool in your eyes.

"But you did do it, you couldn't even tell me the truth. You lied to me Eddie and all the time I was...I fell in love with you" he moves forward to cup your cheek, desperate for you to know that he loves you too.

"I love you, I fell in love with you and that's why I couldn't tell you. I couldn't lose you" you stare at him and don't speak for a few seconds, when you do the words split his heart in two.

"That's the thing, you lost me anyway" you walk away from him and he can't think of a single thing to say to stop you. Then he steels himself and runs to catch up with you.

"What Eddie?" you snap and he talks quickly, tripping over his words and anxious to get the words out.

"I hurt you badly, I fucked up and what I did was just fucking awful. I know that. I also know that I'm so in love with you, never thought I could feel this way for anyone but you snuck into my heart and it belongs only to you" you don't say anything but you don't rush away either, so Eddie says one more thing before you do decide to leave.

"I'll wait for you sweetheart, for however long it takes. I don't care how long I have to wait, you're worth every single second"

Tears pool in your eyes and you nod slightly. Ever so gently you squeeze his hand just a tiny bit then walk away, leaving Eddie determined as hell to win your trust again and maybe somewhere along the line your heart too.

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It took a while for you to even speak to Eddie for longer than five minutes, but he was nothing if not determined and patient, he's was not screwing this chance up.

At first, you didn't think Eddie was serious about waiting for you, but he was. Endlessly patient and sweet. Big brown eyes full of tenderness and joy when you spoke to him.

It was hard not to find him endearing, but he had hurt you badly and there was still a small part of you that held back, that was hesitant to get close, trying to protect your fragile heart that ached for you to give Eddie a chance.

It's Friday now and after an intense week of cheer practice, you can't wait to relax for the weekend.

Chrissy had been watching you looking at Eddie with longing, the exact same way Eddie looked at you for weeks now. To be honest it was beyond frustrating, the both of you loved one another, it was killing you both to be apart.

So that's why she was saying something to you today. More than anything she wanted you to be happy, if Eddie hurt you again just even a tiny bit then she would kick his ass.

That's before Steve go there first.

"Honey, what Eddie did was wrong and I'm mad as hell at him but anyone can see how sorry he is. He's so in love with you, maybe you could give him a second chance" Chrissy says to you as you sit down for lunch.

You rest your head on Chrissy's shoulder and let out a sigh. ''I want to, I want to so badly but I don't want to be heartbroken again''

Something tells Chrissy that Eddie wouldn't dare. That he would keep his promise to never hurt you so badly again.

She squeezes your hand reassuringly and it calms your anxiety down.

"Babe, he wouldn't dare. He's not stupid. Plus everyone might think I'm a sweetheart but I'll kick his ass if he did and Steve would too. Eddie won't lose you, not again"

The words play on your mind all day and when Eddie is hurrying to his truck at the end of Hellfire Club you pluck up your courage and go to speak to him.

"Eddie" the minute he sees you it's like his whole face lights up. A dimpled smile and brown eyes full of adoration greet you.

"Hey, sweetheart" longing fills the air, stifling you both and honestly you're pretty sick of it. So you take a leap, walk up to Eddie and take his hand.

"Would you mind if I asked you for a ride Eds?'' his hand tightens around yours and he grins, rushes to open the door to his truck and almost trips over his feet in the process. It's cute and you can't help but giggle.

He holds the door open for you. "Princess, your carriage awaits" you head inside.

The drive is short and sweet, Eddie once again being a gentleman as he opens the door for you to step out.

You thank him for the ride and before Eddie can head back into the truck, you kiss his cheek gently, then leave a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.

The kiss leaves him looking dazed, he touches his cheek then his lips and there's that smile again, the one that melted your heart the first time you seen it.

"One more chance Eddie, if you hurt me again thats it. I mean it" he nods, his face serious as he takes in what you say.

"I swear you won't regret this princess, I love you and I'll spend every day proving that, do you... do you still love me?" he whimpers after a few seconds, his expression wide with worry and fear.

"I've never stopped" you answer back.

After your confession he practically does a little dance as he goes into his truck. Just before you open the door to your house, you hear his whoop of delight before he drives off.

The smile doesn't leave your face all night.

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SWEET

PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 4.61k

GENRES fluff ﹒ smut ﹒ minuscule bit of angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, boy next door/neighbor au, reader was in a toxic-ish relationship, juyo is so cute and so sweet, until he’s kinda 😵‍💫 yk?, um kevin and changmin appearances, reader being absolutely irrevocably impossibly down bad for juyeon’s hands, so hand kink lol, making out, vaginal fingering, cum eating…. lol, they get a little sappy at the end

SUMMARY maybe this was for the better. maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor.

MORE i would like to apologize for putting this out a day late… um i was really busy preparing for my enhypen concert so 😭 not a lot of writing was happening since there wasn’t enough brain juice flowing. anyways. ENJOY <3 pls rb if u did! (ALSO THANK U REESE AND @sungbeam FOR BETAING AND EDITING <<<3 i love y’all sm)

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If there was one thing you took pride in, it was your keen sense of hospitality.

You’d been raised as the type of girl to always be welcoming when a new face arrived, to be that guiding light for them as they adjusted to all the changes in their life. When you were little, your mother taught you to introduce yourself first, because you never knew if that person was shy or not. Of course, there was the usual ‘Stranger Danger’ pep talk, but it differed greatly from the new friend pep talk.

The first time you exhibited this wonderful trait of yours was in middle school when the foreign student in your class was forced to stand at the front of the room. He wasn’t necessarily shy, but you could tell he didn’t really enjoy being put on the spot, hands behind his back as he said his name and where he was from.

Kevin Moon. Age 13. Vancouver, Canada.

The only empty desk in the classroom was the one beside yours, and that was the golden opportunity to become best friends with the new kid. As soon as he settled into his seat and class had resumed as normal, you leaned over slightly and cupped a hand over your mouth to whisper loud enough that he could hear.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!”

He gave you a small smile in return and from then on, you and Kevin Moon were the best of friends.

The second time you proved your kindness was your freshman year of college. It was still syllabus week, but your professor had sent out an email over the weekend with papers that needed to be printed and brought to class. The guy next to you didn’t get the memo, freaking out over already messing things up on the first day.

You didn’t know him at all, but you felt bad that he was so stressed. In turn, you decided to rip up your own papers. He looked at you like you were crazy, maybe because you were. What idiot does something like that?

You give him a warm smile. “There. Now we’re both missing it.”

All he can do is laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m Changmin.”

“Y/N.”

After that, Ji Changmin came to be another one of your closest friends. It was kind of silly that something your mother instilled in you at a young age had become such a big part of your life. It brought you people who you’d cherish forever. But it also brought people you wish you’d never met.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Y/N, babe, we can work through this—”

“Are you deaf?” Your tone raises and your feet carry you to the front door, swinging it open. “I said to get out of my apartment.”

“We’ve been together for three years. You’re not gonna fight for us?” He pleads, clasping his hands as he stands in front of you.

“Why would I? Why should I stay with someone who doesn’t value me enough to stay loyal?” You seethe, your anger growing in size the longer you glare at his pathetic face. The face of a man you thought would love you until death did you part.

“She meant nothing to me!” He tries to rationalize with you, but you won’t have any of it. You weren’t stupid and you sure as hell weren’t blind.

“Do you take me as a fucking fool, Daehyun? I’ve known for months that you weren’t ‘working late at the office’. She even DMed me and showed me screenshots of your messages. Now get out before I call the cops.” You’re so pissed off that you don’t even realize you’re crying, fat tears trickling down your hot cheeks.

“After all I’ve done for you and all I’ve given you? You’re gonna act like a bitch?” He drops the innocent boyfriend act, backing you into the doorframe.

“Leave, Daehyun.” You say flatly. You’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of crumbling beneath the weight of his words. You knew the truth, you knew what kind of person he truly was after all this time.

He scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the hook beside him and finally storming out of your apartment. You cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the sobs that so badly want to escape. You watch as he bumps shoulders with a stranger holding a box, thankfully not looking back at you.

You make eye contact with said stranger, eyes wide like a child who’d just gotten caught with their hands in a cookie jar. His eyes resemble those of your friends’ when you told them you’d found out about your boyfriend’s infidelity. You both stand there for a moment, an impromptu staring contest ensuing.

Quickly, you snap out of your trance, cowering into your apartment. You vaguely remember the elderly woman across the hall mentioning that someone was moving into the unit beside yours. She had never told you a specific date, though. Had you known it was today, you might’ve expedited the dramatic break-up with Daehyun.

How could you possibly introduce yourself to him after he witnessed that? And in your current state; snot-nosed and teary-eyed? There was no way. You’d just have to postpone that for another day. Hopefully he didn’t mind too much.

“Was he cute?”

“Kevin, why is that what you’re worried about?” Changmin’s mouth pulls into a thin line, smacking the slightly older male over the back of the head. He winces, caressing the spot to ease the pain.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to that when I had just shoved my cheating ex boyfriend out of my apartment,” you push around the ramyeon on your plate with your chopsticks. “I do feel terrible that he had to see that though. But how can I face him after that?”

Kevin taps his chin with his index finger, lips pursed in thought. “Why don’t you bake for him? Welcome him to the complex like the hospitable neighbor you are.”

“That’s not a half bad idea, actually.” Changmin nods, shoveling some rice onto his spoon. The Pisces deadpans and reclines in his chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Okay, enough bickering you two. I need you to finish eating so I can start planning what to bake.”

The third time you practice your mother’s life lesson, is the next evening when you’re face-to-face with your neighbor’s door.

Your hands have begun to clam up beneath the warm tupperware of cookies you were holding. Were you supposed to just knock on his door like everything was fine and dandy? What if he wasn’t even home? Maybe you should just leave the baked goods with a note and—

The door swings open to reveal the stranger from a few days ago. However, this time he also wears that expression of shock, cat-like eyes widened. Your mouth moves like fish out of water, not sure what you should say or how you should say it. So you don’t think and you just act, extending the tupperware towards him.

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m your neighbor,” your speech is a little shaky, but you’re too nervous to focus on that. “I— um— I baked these for you as a housewarming gift to welcome you to the complex. As well as an apology for making you a bystander in my messy breakup.”

His features relax as a smile inches its way onto his face, graciously accepting the treats you made for him. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. And don’t even worry about it, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“N-No, you’re fine, I swear! We shouldn’t have aired our dirty laundry so publicly like that. You did nothing wrong.” You wave your hands as if physically dismissing his words. He lets out a little chuckle that warms your chest.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m glad that you left the dude. He sounded like a total asshole,” your neighbor tucks the tupperware under his arm, leaning against the threshold of his apartment. “You seem too nice to settle for somebody like that. From what I’ve seen, of course.”

You don’t know why that has your heart skipping a beat like a high school girl. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he really was cute. He had a boyish charm to him, but not so much so that it overpowered how handsome he was. Kevin was going to have a field day with this information.

“Uh, thank you. I should be getting back to my place now. I have an early day at work tomorrow. Have a good night!” You clear your throat to kick yourself out of whatever stupor you were about to fall into, bowing. As you’re turning on your heel to make the ten foot trip to your own apartment, he calls out your name.

“I’m Juyeon, by the way.” He grins, waving as you push open your door.

“Now that is quite the interesting development.” Kevin snorts, helping himself to one of the raspberry filled donuts you’d just finished baking.

“If you keep eating my product, I’m gonna have to kick you out of the kitchen and out of my bakery,” you chide, swatting his hands away from the baker’s rack. “And how is that interesting in the slightest? I literally gave him the cookies, apologized, and that was that.”

“He was literally flirting with you, Y/N. Changmin, tell her I’m right. Apparently I’m no longer a voice of reason here.” He says through a full mouth.

“I mean, yeah? Kinda? Calling a girl nice is usually guy code for ‘I think you’re attractive and I could see myself sleeping with you’,” Changmin shrugs, tearing off a piece of Kevin’s donut. “But I also see where you’re coming from. You did just meet each other. He could’ve just been trying to console you in a way.”

“Why am I even friends with men when they’re useless?” You throw your head back, speaking to no one in particular.

Perhaps Kevin truly was overthinking the situation. Juyeon seemed to be a kind person who probably didn’t want any problems with his neighbors. It made sense why he’d side with you after witnessing your break up. Besides, the wounds were still too fresh to even consider thinking of anyone else in such a way. No matter how hot they may be…

You’d just have to wait and see for yourself. Only time could tell what would become of the nature of your relationship with your cute new neighbor.

You look insane with everything in your cart, filled to the brim with baking ingredients. It was around 10 PM and here you were, at the grocery store buying the things needed to make cinnamon rolls. Being a baker with a bit of a sweet tooth meant your cravings got a little out of hand at times, forcing you to make drastic decisions. (I.E. grocery shopping so late at night.)

Even your clothing choice was silly: flimsy pajama shorts with Care Bears patterned on them, a baggy t-shirt, and matching slippers. It’s not like anyone cared anyway. And it wasn’t like you were trying to impress anybody either.

But as you’re walking towards the registers, you start to regret your outfit. You very quickly spot your neighbor with a basket on his arm, waiting in line for self-checkout. You feel all the color drain from your face as you stand there, staring like an absolute idiot.

He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie swallowing his figure. He looks so effortlessly good, it kind of makes you upset. Because how are you just now meeting a guy who’s both kind and attractive? As far as you were concerned, they didn’t exist in real life— they only existed in fairytales.

Juyeon looks up from his phone and catches your eye, his hand coming up to give you a little wave and one of those crinkly eye smiles that he does when you pass each other in the hall.

As the weeks have passed, you’ve seen him more and more than you deemed normal. You’d bump into each other on the way to or from picking up your mail, you’d hold the elevator for the other in record time, and you’d even leave your apartments at the same time. Now it appears you’re running into the guy at the supermarket, too. You tried to chalk it all up to coincidence, that you just both happened to be thinking on the same wavelength.

But shyly waving back to him right now reminds you that divine intervention had crazy ways of working its magic. Perhaps those had all just been openings for you to engage in something more with your cute neighbor. And there was only one way to find out.

You psych yourself up as you walk towards him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Juyeon’s smile grows wider as he notices you approaching. “Hey, stranger. What are you up to tonight?”

“Some late baking,” you giggle, wanting to punch yourself in the face for sounding like a goddamn school girl. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come over and keep me company? Totally up to you of course! I just thought it might be nice to get to know each other properly.”

Your suggestion is what leads the two of you to meet back up at your apartment after purchasing your respective groceries. You attempt to tidy up as best you can while you wait for the knock at your door, setting out all the ingredients on the counter and preheating your oven.

The soft knock comes moments later and you find yourself practically running to open the door, grinning at the sheepish expression on Juyeon’s face. You allow him inside of your apartment, trailing after him into the kitchen. Part of you felt like you were moving on too fast after Daehyun. As a baker, your kitchen was your safe space. It was where you went when you needed to be alone and in the comfort of what you knew best. Kevin and Changmin were the only ones you trusted to be within that element. For you to let Juyeon in— to let him permeate the walls you’ve never let down before, not even with your ex— was brand new territory.

“I almost forgot you own a bakery,” Juyeon speaks up, fingers tracing along the stand mixer. “But seeing all this expensive equipment reminded me of that. It only makes sense that someone as sweet as you would constantly be around sweet treats.”

You fail to bite back your smile. Maybe this was for the better. Maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor. He laughs when you nudge his shoulder, grabbing all the dry ingredients for the dough.

“On a scale of one to ten, how patient are you?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you open the flour. The question was in regards to several things.

“I’d say about an eight or nine. Patience is a virtue, you know. It comes easily if you practice hard enough.” He answers, leaning against the counter and watching you.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, searching for your measuring cups. Both you and Juyeon begin to measure out the dry ingredients, dumping them into the mixing bowl. You decide to let him take some of the reins, folding in the mixture of milk, egg, butter, and yeast. While he does that, you prepare the cinnamon sugar.

“I think I’m done. What do I do next?” He turns to you, head cocked to the side slightly. You might actually die of cuteness aggression. The duality of man would one day drive you to the brink of insanity.

“Now you just knead it until it’s smooth.” Your back is to him as you say this, putting away any refrigerated items so they don’t go bad. But as you face him again, you wish you hadn’t.

Your eyes zero in on his hands, kneading the dough with careful, nimble fingers. You feel light-headed as you slip into a spell, gawking at how long and slender they are, massaging the dough like an expert. How had you never noticed how big and pretty his hands were?

Maybe baking with Juyeon was a bad idea. You could barely focus on anything but his fingers pressing the under-construction-cinnamon rolls into the counter. Oh how badly you wanted to be that dough— his hands all over you, groping and massaging and kneading and caressing everywhere they could reach.

The veins running up his arms weren’t helping either, instead fueling the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. You feel your lips part, eyes glossed over with that all too familiar lustful intensity. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had to wipe away drool after this.

“Y/N?” Juyeon glances up from the dough, a little taken aback by your reverie. He follows your line of sight, grinning to himself smugly when he realizes what has you so transfixed. He’s finally found your weakness, and he couldn’t wait to dangle it over your head. Patience was a virtue, but perhaps it would be okay for him to dabble with a vice for once.

He pushes out the dough, using his thumbs to spread it into a rectangular shape. He feels his blood pressure rising the darker your eyes get. However, he’s aware that you just recently got out of a relationship. He wants to move at a pace you’re comfortable with. So he won’t take the first step. He has to leave that up to you.

It’s at a certain point that you come to, blinking to force away the dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. You travel your field of vision to his face, where you find him already looking at you. Your cheeks heat up in mortification from being caught red-handed. You were just gawking at the poor guy’s like they were a piece of fresh meat. This was terrible.

You swallow thickly, averting eye contact to grab the bowl of cinnamon sugar. “Uh, we can start forming the rolls now so they can rise. And then— um— and then we can make the glaze.”

The burn of his gaze on your profile has you tripping over your words, cinnamon sugar sprinkling onto the counter space surrounding and the knife almost slipping from your grip when you go to cut the dough. Juyeon catches it for you, wrapping his fingers around yours to guide your movements and keep them steady.

You feel his breath behind your ear, his chest pressed to your back. His hand is so much larger than your own, nearly covering it entirely. He doesn’t make an effort to move either, rolling the dough into swirl shapes along with you. The whole time this is happening, neither of you are saying a word, letting the silence consume you and the air around you.

As the rolls are rising/baking, you set up everything necessary for making the icing. Juyeon watches with hearts in his eyes as you whisk the sugar, cream cheese, vanilla, and butter in a separate bowl. He wonders how many other people you let see you in this setting. How many people get to see you do the thing you love so dearly?

“I’d like to visit your bakery sometime, if you wouldn’t mind,” Juyeon suddenly says, resting his elbows on the counter as you taste test the icing. “I wanna try all of the desserts you bake.”

“I’m opening later tomorrow morning actually,” you smile, humming in appreciation when the sweetness of the glaze hits your taste buds. “You can come with me to try the fresh batches before I put them out? I’ll warn you though, I get there at like six.”

“AM?” His eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

“Yes, AM.” You laugh, lightly shoving him backwards.

“I’ll put like ten alarms so I can make sure I’m up in time, then.” He pokes his cheek with his tongue, tipping his head to the side. The goofy smile on your face remains even after minutes have passed and the two of you are just waiting for the cinnamon rolls to finish baking.

It feels like hours have gone by with the two of you standing there when they’re finally ready. The ding of the oven has you springing into action, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the baking sheet. Juyeon's eyes light up and even though you’d just been losing your mind over how insane he was making you, you find yourself cooing at him.

He laughs as you grab a couple spare icing bags for the cinnamon roll glaze, filling them generously. You hand one over to him and decide to split the rolls evenly, icing one half yourself while he does the other. And for once, you think that tonight might end normally. You think that nothing eventful will happen and you’ll just ice the cinnamon rolls without problems.

But you were wrong, like always.

“Ah, shit—”

You glance up from the roll you were glazing to see what the fuss was about. Juyeon’s icing bag tore somehow, the sticky topping getting all over his hand. Truly, you were no better than a man, with the filthy thoughts inhabiting your brain almost instantaneously.

He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking the glaze off the back of his hand and wrapping his lips around his thumb. You felt dizzy, drunk on the sight of your extremely attractive neighbor doing something so sensual without even trying to. You bite your lip, accidentally dropping your own icing bag due to lack of attention.

Juyeon smirks slightly, relishing in the way it takes absolutely nothing to hypnotize you with his hands alone. He really tried to keep himself contained. He really wanted you to extend the first olive branch, but he knows you’re apprehensive. So just this once, he tells himself that it’s okay to initiate, to give you a little push in the right direction.

He takes a step closer to you, caging you against the counter. You stare up at him with wide, doe eyes, as if you were completely innocent despite the naughty images flashing behind them. Juyeon brings his thumb up to your lips, the pad of it still covered in icing.

“Think you could clean this up for me?” He asks, voice low and husky. You could actually combust with that all on its own.

Just like your formal introduction, you don’t give yourself the time to think, and act, instead, running your tongue along the length of his thumb. Juyeon doesn’t restrain the groan in the back of his throat, holding your face in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

You reciprocate immediately, fisting his hoodie like it was the only thing capable of stabilizing you. Maybe it was, with the way Juyeon’s lips synchronized with yours and his fingers tangled in your hair. You thought the ground would swallow you whole and wake you up from this dream. On what planet did someone like Lee Juyeon like a girl like you?

His hands slide down your body, groping everything in their path desperately before cupping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. He knocks the baking sheet of cinnamon rolls out of the way, palms rubbing up and down the sides of your legs. You want more, so much more, but you’re afraid to ask. You’re afraid to start something you’re not even sure you can emotionally handle.

Juyeon senses your hesitation, detaching from you momentarily. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. I understand if you still need time.”

“N-No, I want this— I want you— I'm just… scared.” You breathe, your forehead using his shoulder for support.

“I'm not him, Y/N. I can give you the world if you’d let me. I’d never do what he did to you, that’s a promise.” He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the crown of your head.

“Okay,” you nod, smiling up at him. “I trust you, Juyeon.”

You reconnect your lips as his fingers slip beneath your pajama shorts, toying with the waistband of your panties. His lips curl up when he feels you squirm, legs parting to make more room for him in the middle of them. You sigh, body shuddering when he drags his knuckle down your clothed slit.

Juyeon hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, hauling them down your legs. You place your hands behind you to brace yourself, a shiver trailing your spine when the cool air of your apartment hits your warm core. He groans again at the sight of you bare for him, using two fingers to spread your lower lips.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he swears, his thumb slowly circling your clit.

You whine, tossing your head back as he applies more pressure. Bit by bit, you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure of Juyeon’s gorgeous hands. Soon the stimulation on your clit amplifies when he adds another finger, thrusting it in and out of your entrance. He curls deep inside of you, like he was reaching for something he’d left.

One finger turns to two, and before you know it, Juyeon’s openly finger fucking you on the counter. He leans over your body to keep your lips together, kissing you sloppily while all his focus is on drawing you to the edge. You can almost taste it, your saccharine release in your field of vision now.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly he was able to wind you up and trip you over the edge, but you feel too euphoric to care. You pause in your kiss to look down at his handy work. (No pun intended.) It makes your head feel foggy and your vision blurry to see his deft fingers fucking you open, veins bulging, like he’d done this many times before. Your hooded eyes follow them up his forearms, a whine escaping your lips.

A particular curl of his fingers and circle of his thumb have you clenching around him, creaming like you’d never had an orgasm in your life. He doesn’t slow his assault, bringing you down just to put you back up on that summit once again. The overstimulation has you cumming a second time in a matter of what felt like seconds, whimpers becoming voluminous moans.

Juyeon kisses you softly, gently pulling out his fingers to lick them clean like he did with the cinnamon roll glaze. A choked groan bubbles past your mouth, tossing an arm over your eyes. He laughs, towing you to the edge of the counter.

He brushes some stray hairs out of your face, moving your arm to smile dopily at you. “I hope you know I was being serious about the whole treating you better thing. If you’ll give me the chance.”

“I know. I told you I trust you, remember?” You nip at the inside of your cheek. His eyes crinkle up like they tend to do when he’s smiling so genuinely. It forces the wind out of you, because how could you ever get used to a sight so stunning?

“You’re so cute.” He laughs, kissing all around your face and smushing your cheeks together.

“Juyeon,” you mumble. “I’m half naked…”

“Even better,” he grins, pecking the tip of your nose. “Makes it that much easier to do all of the other things I wanna do to you.”

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz juyeon #tbz juyeon #lee juyeon x reader #lee juyeon smut #juyeon x reader #juyeon smut #juyeonszn #fawntober.2023🎃

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luvfy0dor · 3 months

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Hiii can I request dad fyodor with a child reader who’s like 6-9 and like accidentally gets lost in a crowded area and then surprise surprise they get founded by dazai and while reader is sobbing and trying to talk to dazai and holding his hand fyodor spots this from afar and gets pissed

“Stick to my Side..♡” Fyodor Dostoevsky w/ Child!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; None

Description; Fyodor internally freaks out when he's unable to find his child, only to have them returned by an unlikely person

A/n; This is real cute, I switched it to sitting on Dazais shoulders from holding his hand because I forgot that the ask said that, so I'm sorry!!

Just as he was about to turn a corner, he was bumped into roughly by a larger man, causing his grip on you to loosen and cease to exist. You can barely hear the small 'oomph' that leaves his lips as the other man hardly apologizes, the hole ordeal pushing you back into the crowd. All the tall people around you make it hard to spot your dad causing your anxiety to heighten while you frantically look around for him. "Papa?" You nervously call out, peeking in between people and fidgeting with your fingers. Two older boys run push past you and knock you over. You let out a fearful huff as you make an attempt to stand. All these people seemed as tall as trees in the moment, instilling even more fear in your already shaken up heart.

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The sun was beating down on your skin, making Fyodor thankful that he had applied sunscreen on you thoroughly prior to leaving the house. Your hand was in his as he walked through the crowded city, navigating the streets that would take him to a small ice cream stand. You were excited to spend time with your papa, especially since he was working so often; it made these moments all the more special. He would caringly look back at you in order to make sure you were still following while you both weaved through all the people.

Your head swiveled from side to side in search of the Russian man, but your eyes only landed on complete strangers. You couldn't even tell your original direction anymore with so many people going both ways past you. You started unknowingly walking away from where you had been separated from your father, crying out for him. "Papa?" You yelled, your lip quivering with horror; terrified of never seeing your papa ever again. You walked and cried for a full three minutes before clinging onto a random passerbys pant leg. The man instantly stopped moving and looked down at you with wide eyes. "I must be pretty popular with parentless kids, huh?" He says with a raised eyebrow. "Are you lost?" His eyes scan you over for any injuries. "I-i can't find my-my papa!" You say while tears cloud your vision and continuously fall down your warm cheeks.

He frowns before he lifts you up, holding you under your arms as if you were a cat. "Here, get on my shoulders and we'll look for him, yeah?" He says with a comforting smile. "O-okay" You stutter out, grabbing onto the man by his hair while you sit on his shoulders. You desperately look around for your father, having an even harder time because due to the hot weather he hadn't worn his familiar Ushanka. "What does he look like? I can help search if you give me some details." Dazai says while you unintentionally tug roughly at his hair, making him wince. "H-he has black hair and- and today he is wearing a white and purple button down shirt with white pants." You cry, still browsing through the crowds. Dazai raises an eyebrow before stopping his movement completely. He hears Fyodors recognizable voice yelling out for you, calling your name. It's not very long before Fyodor is yelling his, too.

He quickly walks past the people and towards Dazai and you, anger and relief mixed in his expression. He couldn't believe no one else had helped you before Dazai, and that thought only angered him more. He swiftly reached up and snatched you off of Dazais shoulders, holding you instead. "Don't touch my kid." He angrily mutters, setting you down and kneeling in front of you, brushing off any dust from your falls and checking on you. "Are you alright, sweetie? He didn't hurt you, right?" He asks while glaring at Dazai over your shoulder. Dazai defensively throws up his hands. "I would never hurt a lost child." He claims, matching the shake of your head you gave your papa. He sighs and swallows the lingering lump in his throat as he rises to his feet with a hand on your shoulder. "Good. If you did I would kill you." He mouths the last two words. Dazai chuckles quietly. "I wouldnt. How about we talk payment instead?" Fyodor raises an eyebrow, his facial expression confused by Dazais audacity. "I'm not paying you for human decency."

Dazai shrugs and sticks his hands in his front pant pockets. "Whatever you say, demon Fyodor." He says, an underlying tone of of teasing present in his voice as he speaks the nickname. Fyodor rolls his eyes and shoos Dazai off with his hand as he turns around with you, holding your hand tighter this time as to not lose you. "I'm so sorry, Malysh, I didn't mean to lose track of you when that man bumped into us." He says with remorse and continuing with you towards the original location of the ice cream place. You huff, still rather annoyed that he could just forget you like that, but you accepted his apology. "S'okay, papa." You murmur. He smiles and pats your head. "Alright, good. Let's go get this ice cream, yeah?" Your frown turns upside and a little more pep finds its way to your step as you practically drag him along to the ice cream parlor. "Alright, and don't lose me this time!"

A/n; dad Fyodor has me whipped im

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 1 month

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Co-Stars pt.4

Summary: Y/n post something interesting...

Warning: Sexism/ use of Y/n/ Swearing/

A/n: > Means Y/n's replies

Word count: 890 words

@Official_Y/n

@Official_Y/n: Guess who?

Liked by 78 345

Comments:

@User5710: Mother posting!!!!

@Y/n_fan214: Soft lauch?!

@TimotheChalamet: Ew, there's children on this app. > Okay🙂

@Austin_Butler: 🫣 > Sush Elvis

@User9261: Did she just shushed Austin Butler? > She did 💅

@Dua_Lipa: That back tho! 🫨 > 🏋‍♀️💪💅

After her post, the Internet was like the volcano that flooded Pompei with lava: Smoking hot. Everyone was talking about the guy in the picture and how intimate they looked. Of course, everyone thought about Callum, and they were right, but they didn’t know it. So, when Y/n, Austin, Anthony and Callum went on the Graham Norton show, they were expecting questions about it.

‘’So, Y/n obviously you got a lot of attention this week, because of this’’ Her post appears on the screen. Anthony starts to chuckle. ‘’I know, my back looks great’’ she says, avoiding the question. ‘’You look amazing, but the real question is: Who is the gentleman in the two pictures?’’ Two red arrows pointing at the men in the pictures appears on the screen. ‘’I can’t see him, maybe point it to me’’ she says, sarcastically of course. The publics starts to laugh. ‘’I mean there’s a gentleman in my life, I won’t say who, but yeah. Thought I’d tease the internet a little’’ she says, crossing her legs. ‘’Boys do you know who he is?’’ Graham asked the 3 men. ‘’Yeah, I met him, he’s really nice’’ Anthony says. ‘’He’s amazing, he takes care of my best friend, and that’s all that counts’’ Callum says. Y/n has to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent her from laughing. Hearing Callum talk about himself at the 3rd person almost makes her laugh and blow away the surprise. ‘’Like they said, he’s a really nice guy. Really fun too, we had some great conversations with him. Awesome guy’’ Austin adds. ‘’But what about Callum?’’ Graham asks. ‘’What about him?’’ Y/n asks. ‘’W-w-well you guys. T-t-the internet ships you together!’’ he stutters. Y/n direct answer took him by surprise. ‘’We also have a video of Callum and a mystery lady, let’s take a look’’ What video? Shit?! It showed a video of Callum making out with Y/n, but we couldn’t see her face, it was badly filmed because the only action we could see was between the crack of the door. Y/n tried not to react, and she was hoping that Callum would improvise something. ‘’Graham, I’m sorry, but we’re here to promote our show, Master of the Air, not trying to get to the bottom of the rumors of who’s Y/n dating and Callum’s privacy being invaded’’ Austin said, as calmly as possible. ‘’Austin’s right, plus we have great things to talk about other than Y/n’s dating life.’’ Anthony added the woman smiled to the blonde, who just saved their life. ‘’You’re right, I’m sorry, so Anthony…’’ Graham didn’t talk about relationships that night. When the interview was over and they got backstage, Y/n hugged Austin. ‘’Thank you so freaking much’’ she said. ‘’Thank you, Austin, I really appreciate it’’ Callum said. ‘’Don’t worry we got you’’ Anthony said.

After Austin and Anthony’s intervention, the people calmed down on the question, but the internet could still see their chemistry. Callum and Y/n still liked to tease the internet, but they calmed down too. Until the premier in the U.S.A, they kissed at the final premiere, in London. The one in the United-States was the before last premiere they all did. Y/n came on the carpet with a very reviling designer piece that the fans started to speculate.

She didn’t want to come on the carpet dressed like this, but the designer put a lot of effort into the piece, so she wore it. But she already had a team ready inside the movie theater to change her outfit. When she stepped out the car, she felt very vulnerable, she arrived alone this time, she was already gonna get attention for her outfit, she didn’t more publicity. She walked on the red carpet, until she reached her co-stars. ‘’Y/n here! Show us your tits!’’ a male fan yelled, making her very uncomfortable. Callum, who had seen the scene, felt really bad for his girlfriend. He wanted to help her, but if he gave her his jacket, the rumors would just be unbearable, they like to tease the internet, but not like that. ‘’Austin, can you go give your jacket to Y/n, she’s really uncomfortable’’ he whispered. He nodded than went forward, to give Y/n his jacket. ‘’With your boyfriends’ compliments’’ he said, not wanting to be suspicious. She put the jacket on and continued her way on the carpet. They finally did a group photo, after they could go inside, and Y/n could change. ‘’Come on Y/n, you’re not afraid to be shirtless on Instagram! We want to see the tits!’’ another male fan yelled. The guys were all in shook of what they just heard. But Y/n took all the confidence she had left and stepped forward. ‘’Maybe ask politely’’ she gave the men a fake smile before showing him her middle finger. The flash of the camera doubled; she was certainly going to get attention now. But what she didn’t realise was that the hole cast was flipping the guy off. Callum was the first to follow is girlfriend in giving the middle finger, the rest just followed.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t her outfit that made the front page, it was the picture of the cast giving the finger to the sexist fan. They didn’t talk about the fact that it was disrespectful, they talked about the fact that men were supporting woman and how it should always be like this. The cast of Master of the Air were now icons in the feminist movement. All thanks to Callum…

#callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner #co star #master of the air #austin butler #anthony boyle

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nonegenderleftpain · 2 years

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To all the new, young MCR fans out there who are just finding them during this tour - you will never know what it was like to be a fan back before and during the hiatus.

And that's a good thing.

I have been following My Chemical Romance since I was ten years old. MCR was the band that the freaks liked. The band that young queer kids were called fags and dykes for liking. Someone once called them the "poster child for suicidal depression," and they aren't wrong. We watched the band struggle with drugs and drinking and idolized how much they were able to do while blackout on tour, because if they could do something so powerful at such a disadvantage, then maybe we could, too. We watched the popularization of "guyliner," because having a term for men wearing makeup could make it an ironic fashion statement instead of a deliberate choice that would get you left bloody and unconscious on the floor of a gas station bathroom. We watched these guys destroy themselves, and we saw ourselves in them because we were destroyed, too. We wanted to believe that we could be just as important, no matter how broken we were, and we found shared experiences at concerts and cafeterias and skate parks and libraries, with other fucked up kids that wanted to listen to the guys that didn't care if people called them gay. The guys that made out on stage to the jeers of thousands of people and got bottles of piss thrown at them but kept doing it anyway. The guys that played with gender and sexuality and everything on the fringes of acceptability, in their lyrics and their performance and the way they treated each other.

This was important. It was life-saving. It provided a comparatively safe space in an unsafe cultural environment for the freaks to find comfort in. It was also hugely and dangerously unhealthy.

I've talked at length to my friends about how healing and lifechanging this tour has been for me, and I want to illuminate that for these young fans that are falling in love with MCR like I did when I was their age. When we were kids, most of our heroes were already dead. They died young, had tragic lives, and we saw ourselves in them. I fully believed MCR would end up the same way. It would have been so easy to be martyrs - to die young and beautiful. Gerard said it himself, back in the day, that MCR was destined to die young in a car crash and stay beautiful forever, and I think he truly believed that.

So they broke up. And, like a miracle, things started to change. They got clean. Got married. Had kids. Not just Gee, but the lot of them. They aged out of the 27 club, and then out of their 30s, and they only seemed to continue to thrive. Today, in 2022, Gerard Way is 45 years old. He has wrinkles. He has a daughter who is older now than I was when she was born. And they are touring again.

The cultural change from when I was a teenager to now, when you guys are, is monumental. It's insane. It's fantastic. Back in the day, Gerard made some occasional comments about playing with gender presentation (that all us trans people, including those of us that didn't even know yet, hunted down and cherished and kept in our chests for safekeeping), but the idea of doing something so flagrant as headlining Riot Fest in a dress was ludicrous. It would have gotten him booed (still did, even now). It could have gotten him killed. The fact that Gerard Way has stepped on stage three separate times this tour in a dress (so far! it's not over!) is such an incredible, monumental change from when I was a kid and I am so, so happy for you to be experiencing it as kids.

I had a cry about this at a P!ATD concert in 2018, after seeing preteens running down the halls in pride flags, and I feel even more strongly about it now than I did then. That you're able to talk openly about Gerard's gender performance without fear, that you're able to hear them go by he/they pronouns, that you're able to interact with other young fans in the wake of MCR's revival in a safe environment and take in the messages that are at the core of what they stand for? These are beautiful fucking things.

You can't know what it was like, growing up with MCR back in the day. But you get to know what it's like to grow up with them now. Cherish that. In Detroit, Gerard told us to take our meds, and reminded us that we made it. They made it. They fought through the hard parts, fought the demons, and came out the other side better for it. As you watch them put those demons to rest from concert to concert, know that there are older fans cheering you on, so fucking happy to see you sharing this experience with us, and so excited to see what way this changes you. We know it changed us.

#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr 2022 #my chem #gerard way #gender stuff #music stuff #mcr are my heroes and i dont use that word lightly #this tour has only further cemented my deep respect for them as performers and as people #seeing them so full of joy and life is so novel and i dont think it will ever feel like anything short of a miracle

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ilwonuu · 14 days

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camping trip?

↬ kim seungmin ( a connection fic to don’t you wanna?)

𓇣 pairing- nonidol!seungmin x fem!reader, established relationship, meandom!seungmin x sub!reader

𓇣 summary- you and your friends are so excited for your camping trip. seungmin can’t seem to keep his mind on camping though,,,

𓇣 warnings- smut with plot, unprotected sex(what can i say? don’t do this!!!!), multiple sex scenes, creampie, kissing, a little impact play(slapping), a little choking, rough sex, seungmin is kinda mean, alcohol consumption( they don’t get drunk), dirty talk(seungminshshhahsgs) , member’s appearances!!!, crack, fluff, kissing, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), lmk if i missed something

𓇣 a/n- hi mls<33 if you guys cannot tell im going thru a seungmin era,,, i wrote this last night because i couldn’t stop thinking about it lmfaoo, also this one is so bit longer than usual

you were more than excited for your friend groups yearly camping trip. after,,, your last encounter with seungmin and a couple of the others guys your relationship has changed somewhat.

you and seungmin always liking to have an audience now. but you swore that you would not ruin the camping trip with your loud fucking, minho made you promise

“you guys fuck like rabbits in any environment.” seungmin just laughs. “okay not any environment, but shut up you pervs like listening.” you roll your eyes at their words as you turn to felix and he is also rolling his eyes. smiling when you noticed.

“you like the audience you freak.” jeongin says with a laugh as he turns around to look at you seungmin and felix in the back. “you guys bored? why the long faces.” he questions you three with a teasing tone. “bored wouldn’t be the word i think i am hangry.” felix sighs as he lays back in his seat.

“oh my god me too i will kill someone if i don’t eat soon.” your boyfriend chimes in. “can you guys shut up maybe? so i can listen to the music.” minho scoffs causing you to laugh. “this is a good song.” you say listening to the song that muffled. minho smiles at you through the mirror.

“she’s the only non annoying one.” he focuses back on the road. “definitely not true she is very annoying.” seungmin chimes in. you hit his chest slightly not hurting him. he whines out in fake pain. “annoying and hits me!” you roll you eyes at him looking away.

“you know i’m only kidding baby.” you laugh at him as he touches your side playfully. “okay just shut up for the rest of the ride. we’re almost there chan said to turn at the first turn after the red sign. they are already there.” minho says with a half sigh turning up the music as the resting of you talk quietly among yourselves.

“woah this is camp sight? it’s so nice.” you say as you get out of the car with others. “everyone pick where they want their tent. also figure out who’s sleeping with who.” chan says with a smile as he sees you guys joining the rest of the members.

“okay dad.” hyunjin says with a slight laugh. “this is gonna be a great camping trip!!!” jisung chimes in. “i agree!! i missed all of us together with you y/n.” seungmin admits with a smile.

“what happened to my rude boyfriend? why are you being cute i don’t like it.” you smile at him and he just rolls his eyes pulling you to hug him. “i’ll be rude later.” he whispers to you with an innocent expression.

“they are already plotting!” changbin points at you two playfully. “as long as i don’t hear anything then its fine.” minho says with a smile. “jisung come here you’re sharing a tent with me.” han nods grabbing the tent walking over to the spot him and lee know chose. “i know who i’m sharing with.” seungmin states the obvious as you two try to put up the tent together.

“i think we might be the worst people to put a tent together.” you laugh at the two of your poor tent building skills. “well you’re definitely worse than me but yea.” he turns his attention back to his side trying to figure where the poles go. “i got it!” you smile as you see your side standing on its own. he stares at you blankly. “fucking how? help me.” he scoffs in disbelief.

“i thought i was worse than you at putting it together?” you tease walking over to his side. he looks so cute with his hoodie over his head. “yea yea you’re not just help me.” he says looking at you for a second. “what?” you question his interesting gaze.

“i just can’t wait until we have this built so i can fuck you.” you gasp at his words and his bold expression. “seungmin stop we can’t. you know i can’t be that quiet.” you blush looking away from him embarrassed by your own words.

“yea i know baby, just gonna have to find something to shut you up huh?” he whispers into your ear as he pulls you closer to him. you can feel his half hard dick poking at you stomach. “seungmin.” you try to look at him with an intimidating expression but it didn’t really work. he just smiled at your face.

“what is my pretty little slut getting wet thinking about it?” you roll your eyes pushing him back gently. “we need to build the tent.” you bend over to grab the poles trying to show him which way they go but he doesn’t look very focused.

“seungmin are you even listening? i just showed you how to do it now do it.” he shakes his head. “i was not looking at that damn tent i was looking at you. but show me again because i want it built.” he smiles innocently.

“okay actually watch this time idiot!” he nods. you show him and he quickly figures it out. being the first ones to finish building your tent. “let’s put our stuff inside.” you smile walking to the car hand and hand. “how did you guys figure it out?” hyunjin and chan question as they stand next the the tent that is far from being built.

“babe go help them let me get the stuff out of the car.” he suggests and you nod running over to the two boys. you show the boys how to do it and they thank you. you joining seungmin in the tent you two shared after he was done grabbing the stuff. “it’s very spacious in here.” he smiles at you before pulling you to lay against his chest. “we all know why you think that’s important.”

you hear someone shout for the two of you outside the tent. “hey we’re going to the store to grab dinner! the nearest store is like 30 mins away so we might be a couple hours!” chan says as him. seungmin yells a quick okay and the other boys leave.

“i’m so happy we weren’t put on grocery shopping duty.” you sigh against him. “yea me too i would be so mad if i have to grocery shop on vacation.” seungmin says with a smirk that you can’t see. his hand moving to your thigh slowly.

“minnie what are you doing.” you smile turning to face him. “gotta see how i can keep you quiet. we’re gonna see how well you can do yea? if you’re quieter ill reward you. but if you’re bad i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you will have no way to hide your noises. deal baby?” you nod.

“im gonna try really hard to be quiet.” you say biting your lip a little. “good girl. such a good slut for me aren’t you?”

what seungmin didn’t mention is how long you guys would be doing this for. the boys have been gone for an hour now but you and seungmin are still touching on each other. he has you on your stomach as he fucks you from behind the new position catching you off guard.

“m-minnie! o-oh please don’t stop.” he just smirks. “yeah? gonna be bad huh? you sure thats a good idea baby?” you shake your head no shutting yourself up.

“good fucking girl.” he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. his hips slowing to fuck you deeper. he pulls out of you without warning, flipping you over. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth bringing them down to your cunt.

“if i kiss you will you be quiet?” he asks as he pushes the fingers inside you roughly fucking them in and out. the squelch noise is so loud from your arousal and how close you are to coming.

“p-please kiss me.” he smiles rubbing your cheek gently. “such a good little toy.” he leans down to kiss you as he continues to finger you. your legs start to shake at the overstimulation as his finger curl deeper.

“s—mminnie.” you moan through the kiss quietly. “you gonna cum slut? want me to lick it all up after huh? you taste so fucking good.” he send a small smack against your face to see how you react. the two of you talking about having impact in your sex someday. but he never acted on it but you wanted him to. you moan on the spot when the pressure stung against your cheek.

“you like it that much baby? you just got so fucking tight. such a slut, dirty girl likes when i hit her?” you nod as your legs shake. you try to close them but seungmin does not let you.

“m-minnie- too much.” your eyes roll back into your head. “is it? you cunt doesn’t want my fingers to leave though. you’re so close to coming i know you are baby. don’t fight it. it will feel so good. my little slut coming on my fingers. my dick is so hard.” you moan one last time before coming all over his fingers. he doesn’t stop his movements though.

“fuck i just want to ruin you. but it will be better if the guys hear how much of a slut you are when i fuck you. not like they don’t already know.” he finally pulls his fingers out of you.

“open your fucking mouth.” he watches you open your mouth slowly. he smiles pushing his fingers into your mouth. “fucking suck them clean slut.” he watches as you obey his wishes. making eye contact as you suck on them like you’re going down on him.

“fuck i need to taste you.” you don’t know how he moves so quickly. getting in between your legs. licking up your cum and some of his own from earlier.

“so fucking good.” he pulls away grabbing a hold of your neck applying slight pressure as he pulls you to make out with him. you moan into the kiss as you two stay like that for a couple minutes before you hear the cars return.

“we’re back you guys better not be fucking in there!” minho says playfully as you seungmin separate. “not fucking you idiot.” seungmin says to the boy through the tent.

“you never know what you two are doing.” han says through the tent as well. you and seungmin just roll your eyes as you quietly get dressed. “come out here to help with dinner. we all agreed.” chan says to you two. causing you to have to physically drag seungmin out of the tent.

“i’m not even a good cook you guys don’t need me.”seungmin sighs with a fake pout. chan tsks. “okay whatever you say! then go find some extra wood for the fire. we need to have plenty.” he sighs dramatically walking away to get the wood as you and the rest of start to help on dinner.

after the dinner the nine of you gathered around the fire for a light drink. “this drink is good minho! what did you mix it with?” you question taking another sip as you are hugging seungmin in his chair.

“i honestly don’t remember but it’s tequila and a soda and something else idek me and han made it while we were drunk.” he shrugs taking a seat next to the boy he mentioned.

“i think it’s s’mores time what do you guys think?” changbin says with a smile. “you read my mind.” hyunjin says as him & changbin practically jump for the s’mores ingredients. felix following behind the boys.

“why am i friends with idiots?” seungmin thinks out loud receiving a “hey!” from them both. each of you quickly getting your own s’mores of course. you look over at you boy with a soft smile.

“you have marshmallow on your lips.” you say pointing to where it was. “get it off?” he asks you. to others they may think he just wants you to wipe it off with a napkin or something. but seungmin kinda,, loves when you kiss him to get something off his face. he always does the same to you. he loves a good reason to kiss you. you nod hesitantly as you pull him into a kiss. neither of your pulling away after the marshmallow was gone.

“you guys are like horny teens.” jeongin says rolling his eyes. “do i need to remind you that you were on the call the other day?” he says at the boy with a smirk.

“t-that’s different i wasn’t watching-“ hyunjin and chan now thinking about the events that occurred the other day. “oh but i bet you wish you were.” he says with a sarcastic tone. “seungmin- stop teasing him! we don’t need to talk about that.” he rolls his eyes.

“i know you like it.” he says rubbing your cheek a little, remembering where he hit earlier.

“on that thought it’s my bed time! good fucking night.” chan laughs at them before going into his tent. after he left you guys stayed chatting for another half an hour , before you all said your goodnights heading into your own tents.

i don’t think you and seungmin have gotten naked so quick. him kissing you quietly as you two grind against each other. the two of you trying to be quiet but you let a moan slip when he pulls you on top of him.

“fucking slut you know you need to be quiet. you don’t know how to listen? i know how to shut you up. put that slutty mouth to use other than to babble nonsense yea?” he smirks as you crawl off his hips down to his dick. you stroke it a couple times watching his reaction.

“f-fuck spit on it-“ you cut him off by doing exactly what he wants. you spit on it as you make eye contact. you take his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the contact trying to stop his moans.

“fu-fuck you’re so good at this. i forget every- fuck every time. how can i? feels so fucking good.” he says as quietly as he can. you continue to bob your head on him until he stops you. pulling you off him. “i want to cum inside my good slut. you want that too hm?” he pulls you up more so that your faces are close. he kisses your lips gently.

“y-yes minnie want you-“ he smirks kissing you again. “lay on your back.” he says demandingly. you quickly comply getting on your back. “you think you’re gonna be quiet? like earlier remember.” he kisses your lips again as he lines up with your entrance. you nod quickly as you look in between your legs.

“such a good little fuck toy for me aren’t you? say it slut.” he grabs your face as he pushes into you. you immediately try to stop your moan by covering your mouth with you hand. “no no- fucking say it first or i will stop.” he pulls your hand off your mouth as he stops his hips.

“m-minnie- please move- i need-“ he lands a slap against your cheek before rubbing his hand over it. “what did i fucking say?” he knows you like it rougher but he can’t help but feel a little bad after he sees your red cheek. “i am your fuck t-toy min please!” you trying to grind into him but he stopped your hips quickly.

“oh you want to act like that? so needy aren’t you? i’ll give it to you until you’re begging me to stop. gonna fuck this cunt until you cry baby?” he starts to move his hips. you moan but it’s cut off with another slap but against your thigh this time.

“shut the fuck up.” he looks at you sternly as he covers your mouth. “you are such a good girl you know that? even when you’re being all bad. not listening to me? i’ll give you what you fucking want.” his hips speed against yours. your moans being muffled by his hand.

“you like this slut?” he questions already knowing you will not be able to answer. causing you to send another moan into his hand. “f-fuck i don’t even care anymore. need to fuck you perfectly.” he pulls his hand off your mouth. your moans filling the tent and area around it.

“m-minnie- so big. please deeper!” you cry out for him as a tear falls from your eye. “deeper? don’t you think i’m fucking you deep already?” he slows down to fuck you harder and deeper.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum.” you now sobbing for him. he just thinks you look so fucking pretty like this. your cheeks red from the slaps, your mascara that you were wearing now ruined. you have dried spit on your chin. he loves when it looks like he ruined you.

“yea? cum like a good girl. i’m close too baby.” you moan at his words. “p-please cum in me.” you say with a whimper and that just boosts your boyfriends ego even more. “you want it baby? fuck my cum into you. you love when i fuck you like a whore.” your legs start to shake as you approach your high. seungmin holding your hips to fuck into you at the perfect angle.

“fuck! im coming minnie-“ you sigh out of relief as you feel your release wash over you. your clench around your boyfriend with a moan. that’s all it took to have him coming aswell. him fucking you nice and slow so that his cum gets deeper.

“fu-fuck you did so well for me.” he pulls out of you slowly not wanting it to drip out of you instantly. “fuck let me get a towel.” he says leaning behind him to reach into his bag. grabbing the towel and cleaning you up. you hear some movement outside the tent causing you two to look at each other in fear.

“kim seungmin. i’m gonna fucking kill you.” is all you hear from minho. you sighing in relief that its just minho. his remarks causing seungmin to laugh. “if you had a girlfriend as hot as mine. i swear you wouldn’t be able to stop either.” he admits with a shout to the boy outside.

“shut up! i’m going to sleep. be quiet or i will come in there and drag you out and throw you in the river.” he hits the tent as if its threat causing you to laugh now.

“sorry minho.” you mumble through the tent. “no sorries! let me sleep.” he sighs running back to his tent. minho knows that the next few days are gonna be long.

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ladykibutsuji · 10 months

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“Cure to Jealousy”

Hashira Headcanons PT. 1

Pairings: Giyuu Tamioka | Sanemi Shinazugawa | Iguro Obanai x Fem! Reader

HC: What would the hashira do when they get jealous?

“Giyuu Tamioka”

(PURE WHOLESOME)

- You are a very shy person. you struggle to communicate with other people due to your Past issues.

- But to giyuu you being too quiet and shy around other people didn't bother him, He accepted you for who you are and loves you for it. He finds it cute when you get easily flustered

- When you returned from your assigned mission with tanjiro Things have been really strange.

- You began to talk more with other people which was very unusual since you can't really start a conversation on your own without someone else having to talk to you first.

- Giyuu was really happy to see you finally getting out of your shell and exploring new things however he can't help but feel a little jealous when you are too close with the other hashira

- Now, Giyuu tomioka isn't the one to be open about his 'feelings' especially when it's about jealousy, He's scared that you might think of him as a possessive weirdo so he just kept it to himself

- One day, After a hashira meeting you were casually talking with sanemi

- Giyuu was a bit curious on how you manage to make more friends so he decided to eavesdrop on you and sanemi even though he was well aware that it was disrespectful.

- "Tch, Your boyfriend is too full of himself he always thinks like he is above us. saying that he isn't like the rest of us, He really pisses me off! Why are you even with him? He's a freak"

- Okay, he wasn't expecting to hear that

- but what did he expect when it's ' Sanemi '

- He didn't really mind when the other hashira made fun of him but what really caught his attention was when sanemi said the sentence ' Why are you even with him '

- Now he's thinking if he really deserves such a beautiful lady like you

- he was already overthinking about the fact that you spend too much time with the other hashira and now another thought was added to his overthinking

- Fast forward, You and giyuu was having a small walk when you noticed that he was too quiet than usual

- "Are you okay Hun?"

- He didn't replied, he just stared at you and slightly nodded

- This is where you knew something was off with him, you can also sense that something is definitely not right

- "You know you can always tell me right?"

- You hold his other hand gently while the both of you are still walking

- He stopped on his tracks making you stop walking as well, you slightly tilted your head in confusion

- "Do you like Sanemi? Or do you like any of the other hashira?"

- This question caught you off-guard, It was really unusual for giyuu to be asking such a question

- You then answered "Of course not" without hesitation

- Giyuu exhaled, Though he was still doubting it.

- "What made you inquired that? You know that I only love you"

- Giyuu squeezed your hand

- "It's just that I noticed for these past few days you are always with the others, I'm happy that you are finally getting out of your shell but.."

- Was he jealous?

- "But what?"

- He looked away still squeezing your hand, unable to look at you directly

- "I'm here too, I want your attention."

- You stared at him in surprise, He wasn't really the type to open up about these kind of stuff and honestly it's the first time you see him like this

- It's really adorable it made your heart jump around

- You let out an 'aw' and tightly embraced him

- "I'm sorry if I ran out of time for you! You could of have told me sooner so I would shower you with my love and affection!"

- Giyuu's mood then lighten up a little with your answer, he patted your head before hugging you back

- "Wait, I have something to confess and to ask.."

- You detached from the hug, letting him speak

- "I happened to heard your conversation with sanemi by accident."

- He paused and you tried to remember your conversation with sanemi since you have such bad memory issues then it clicked

- Before you could say anything he did it first

- "What sanemi said was right. I don't deserve you at all I don't even deserve to be called a 'hashira' aswell. . . You deserve someone better than me and that's why. . ."

- You thought he was going to say you deserve someone else better but it was different

- "I'll be better for you, I can't imagine you with someone else and I definitely won't let someone else have you because I love you"

- ⚠️Y/N.EXE STOPPED WORKING⚠️

- You are a blushing mess, that was so uncalled for

- Giyuu then noticed that your face is red so he put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature

- "Are you alri-"

- Before he could ask you, you interrupted him. You took his hand off your forehead as you stared at him directly

- "be better for me?! Are you insane? you are literally the most perfect man I have ever meet, You are more than enough and I won't let anyone say otherwise!"

- Oops seems like you said it out loud now some people who are passing by stared at you

- After noticing that you are too loud, you gasped and looked at your surroundings hoping no one is around

- But to your horror, ALOT of people was staring and glaring at you for being too loud

- You covered your face in embarrassment, mumbling random stuffs out of embarrassment

- Luckily for giyuu, you didn't noticed how red his face was and how bright his smile is.

- For the first time, Giyuu felt like he was enough. . he felt like he was finally worth something

- He always feel like he isn't enough for no matter how many people he saved or how strong he gets he will never feel enough

- Thanks to you, for the first time in his life he actually appreciated himself

- "Let's go" you muttered as you continued walking still covering your face

- "Wait Y/N."

- You stopped walking as your body faced giyuu and your head faced the ground with still both your hands on your face red from embarrassment

- Giyuu held both your hands as he pulled them away from your face, You then looked at him confused

- "Eh?"

- He cupped your cheeks, staring deep into your E/C with a gentle smile as he pulled you closer to him giving you a passionate kiss.

- He then pulled away from the kiss As he brought you closer to his body embracing you once again.

- "Thank you Y/N, I am really lucky to have you. I love you. . I really do"

- "I love you too"

“Sanemi Shinazugawa”

(WARNING: A bit spicy, Swearing)

- You are a demon slayer who is ranked as a 'Kinoe' and you wanted nothing more than to improve your sword technique and breathing style Unfortunately your Boyfriend Sanemi is always occupied so you couldn't train with him.

- Leaving no choice you decided to ask help from your Friend Kyojuro Rengoku to help you improve your techniques and Breathing style luckily he accepted.

- You now considered kyojuro as your 'Master' After all he was the one training you with different kinds of techniques

- Since kyojuro's training was tough you spend more of your time with him trying to master everything he taught you forgetting that someone at home is waiting for you to return early

- As days turns into weeks, Sanemi was starting to get jealous by how often you are with kyojuro

- He watched you train with kyojuro one time and he noticed how you enjoy training with him how you bond perfectly with him

- Sanemi is the type of person who gets more grumpy and short-tempered when he's jealous so it will be harder to deal with him

- Jealousy was eating sanemi up and one day he just couldn't take it anymore so he decided to confront you

- You were peacefully doing your hair in the living room until some white angry bird barged in

- "Why didn't you just ask me to train you?"

- You then stopped doing your hair as you turned to face him

- "Knocking exist sanemi, To answer your question you were always occupied and I didn't want to disturb you"

- "Tch" he crossed his arms

- "Well I'm not anymore, I can be your trainer"

- At first you were clueless on why he was behaving like this, he didn't even seem to be bothered the first time you told him you were training with kyojuro

- then it hit you, Was he jealous?

- You decided to tease him for a bit, after all sanemi kept on teasing you it's time for a payback

- "No need, Kyojuro can do it"

- The man was pissed

- He was about to say something until you ran off

- "Oops running late, gotta go love ya!"

- "She's so dead when she gets home"

- goodluck for adding fuel to the fire

- Fast forward, after hours of training with Kyojuro, your body was so beat up you could barely walk

- Once you reached your shared estate with sanemi you tried to open the gates however...

- It was locked

- "Sanemi, open the gates!"

- You were basically yelling on top of your lungs and there was still no response

- "Fuck you!"

- You know he did this on purpose and you knew well he could hear you but chooses to ignore you

- You gave him your schedule so he knows exactly when you will return plus he only locks the gates when it's dark, The sun was still up.

- Luckily, you are a bit of expert on sneaking in and out so after a bit of struggle you finally managed to break in

- You still struggled to walk and as you were approaching closer to the door you heard someone clapping

- "Congrats for getting in"

- you gave him an annoyed lock and brushed passed him completely ignoring your white hair boyfriend.

- You are now in the living room, completely passed out on the mattress

- You are already deep in your sleep until you suddenly woke up due to the amount of sweats dripping all over your body, Why was it so hot all of the sudden? Then you looked over to the electric fan

- Somebody turned off the electric fan.

- "Must be that white angry bird asshole"

- Your whole body was still sore due to the harsh training of Kyojuro so you couldn't stand up to turn on the electric fan

- Oh man he was really playing with you, you had no other choice but to call out for his help no matter how much you hated the 'idea'

- Because if you didn't you would probably die because of the heat

- "Sanemi can you please open the electric fan? Pleaseee it's so fucking hot I swear I'm going to die if this lasts longer"

- It was loud enough for Sanemi to hear though it was a quiet for a few seconds until he finally responded

- "Can't kyojuro do it?" He yelled from the other room

- "He isn't even here!"

- You are annoyed now, You just really want the electric fan to be turned on

- "So what? Kyojuro can still do it can he?"

- Okay, you admitted your defeat. It was so hard to win against this grumpy guy

- with a sigh of defeat you finally made a the decision "I'll let you be my trainer"

- Now that caught his attention, he slid the shoji screen as he entered the room you are in finally turning on the electric fan

- "Great deal"

- you rolled your eyes at him as he started smirking as if he was planning something evil

- "Let's waste no time and start training" He said as he started walking towards you

- "Are you for real? I ju-"

- You couldn't finish your sentence as you got distracted by sanemi getting on top of you

- He grabbed both your wrist with one hand and placed them above your head

- "Who gives you the right to speak to your master?"

“Iguro Obanai”

(WARNING: A bit spicy, Threatening)

- You, Giyuu and the kamaboko squad (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke) was assigned to a mission, during the mission you almost lost your life protecting your comrades which made Zenitsu developed a small crush for you due to your strong determination and bravery. The mission ended up in success and before returning home zenitsu gave you a bouquet of flowers as his way of thanking you for protecting him and his friends also his way of saying hand in marriage. giyuu then accompanied you back to your shared estate with Iguro.

- Iguro was already waiting for you outside the house and when he saw giyuu next to you and the bouquet in your hands, He was fuming inside even the snake was shocked seeing you walking with giyuu

- "What is that?"

- "Flowers"

- You just looked at him with a nervous smile while giyuu looked like he just wanted to get home

- Iguro approached you and giyuu closer, pulling you away from giyuu and shoving you into his own body

- "Get lost rat-face"

- Iguro was glaring at giyuu and his snake was hissing at him while giyuu just gave him a thumbs-up

- "No problem, I'll be taking my leave. I hope to see you soon Y/N."

- That was a normal way to say Goodbye but for Iguro it sure wasn't

- What does he mean 'Hope' 'to see you soon'

- You waved goodbye to giyuu as he walked away from the area

- "Let's get inside shall we?"

- You said as you held iguro's hand

- "Yeah, but before that"

- in a blink of an eye, he took the bouquet of flowers from your hand and tossed it aside

- "Hey! What was that for? Zenitsu worked hard for that you can't just toss it aside"

- "So 'Zenitsu' is his name huh?"

- you tried to get the flowers from the floor but quickly got distracted when Iguro spoke

- "I have 3 Surprises for you inside"

- Because of curiosity about the 3 surprises waiting for you, you quickly forgot about the flowers zenitsu just gave you

- Iguro then led you to where the surprise are and when you slid the shoji screen open there was a bouquet of flowers which was bigger than what zenitsu gave you and your favorite foods laying in a floor desk

- Upon seeing this you hugged Iguro in excitement as you thank him nonstop

- "Thank you so much~"

- "Anything for the prettiest woman"

- You then walked up to the floor desk, sitting Infront of it and appreciating the flowers while gently touching it

- "That's only 1 and 2"

- You then turned your head to him, a bit confused until you remembered what he said

- There are 3 Surprises

- "Where is 3 then?"

- "You will know later, don't rush it."

- What happened that night is up to you

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- The next day He tried to look for zenitsu and managed to track him down successfully

- All I can say is Zenitsu was TRAUMATIZED

- He never dared look at your direction again or even breath the same air

#demon slayer #fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #hashira #giyuu fluff #kny giyuu #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #kny iguro #obanai iguro #kimetsu no yaiba iguro #demon slayer headcanons #headcanon

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drizztdohurtin · 27 days

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Rolan Headcanons: marriage and domesticity

pairing: Rolan x gn!reader

〚 Masterlist | WIP List 〛

I'm sorry if any of this feels reminiscent or repetitive of Gale's marriage and domesticity headcanons, they are very similar men, but I'm trying my best to add variety <3

I've discussed many of these with @viennacherries so I just want to throw her some credit for any of her ideas that have seeped into my brain and bled into this post <33333

-MDNI-

01. Marriage:

I struggled so hard when writing the pining and dating headcanons but now.... buckle in bitches (affectionate)

I want to be married to Rolan so bad dude

Rolan LOVES introducing you to people as his wife/husband/spouse once you're married - he is literally so proud to be married to you

not even because "Wow look at me I'm married to the hero of Baldur's Gate", but just because of who you are as a person and how much he loves you

in the beginning, whenever he hears you refer to him as your husband, his tail swishes happily and he starts purring without realizing it - it's very quiet, but you notice

after a few occurrences, you point it out to him one night because you find it so endearing - he lowkey freaks out he's like WAIT I DO??

If you don't want kids, he's completely fine with it bc he gets to be the cool uncle when Cal and/or Lia have kids

If you do want kids........ well, it's complicated (begging you to wait for my 'conceiving/pregnancy/fatherhood' hc posts because I will go into hella detail)

on one of the last nights of your honeymoon, you make a comment about how much you had been enjoying going to sleep and waking up next to him every day during your trip; making a little joke about how that wouldn't be the case once he returned to his work when you two got home

and even though it was only meant to tease him lightheartedly, and even though you reassured him of such once you saw his face scrunch in concern, it was the only thing he could think about for a while

upon returning from your honeymoon, he'd do his best to be there with you when you laid down for the night - and tries to be around for you more often, generally speaking

it doesn't work super well at first, but he's definitely trying

as per my dating headcanon post, he cooks dinner for you once a tenday as a little at-home date night - and once you're married he'll start doing it more often

after maybe 5 years of marriage he gets to a point where he's finishing his work early every single day, like before sundown, so he can cook for you or take you out to eat, and have enough time to cuddle up and read to you before going to sleep

Everyday Rolan thinks about how much he loves and cherishes you, how much you've sacrificed over the years, and how lucky he is to be your husband

based on how I paced the progression of the relationship in the pining/dating post, I strongly feel that Rolan really blossoms as a person and as a partner only once you've gotten married

Before you guys got married, obviously he was already in love with you, already cherished you, and was already comfortable around you, etc. etc.

but all of that gets so much more amplified once you're married

Fully Comfortable Rolan is such a treasure

after even 6 months of marriage, he's so much more confident in how he touches you and how he talks to you, or the things he does for you

Married Rolan is touchier, he jokes more, he laughs more, he infodumps more! he's unstoppable!

This complete security also means it's easier for him to be vulnerable with you, he's more likely to open up to you about things that trouble him, eventually coming to you about them before you even have a chance to ask him what was wrong

a lot of his "attitude" in the past came from insecurity, so Secure Married Rolan is no longer snarky with strangers (unless they suck), and he no longer feels like he has to prove himself to others

He's calmer, he's more patient, he's more likely to offer help to others

Married Rolan eventually takes on students, or maybe an apprentice or two, and he's so good with them

Married Rolan is Matured Rolan - in the healthiest way (good for him !!!)

02. Domesticity:

Rolan takes such good care of you

Due to how he grew up, he has a lot of domestic skills that would stick with him for life

Having to take care of Cal and Lia for so long, both being much younger than him, he'd know a few level 1 healing spells, he'd know how to cook, he'd know how to mend clothing and get tough stains out of fabric

that night when you return to him after defeating the Absolute, he'd heal you as many times as you'd allow him to, even though he wasn't as skilled as a cleric

there were a few times during the events of the game when you'd come to see him and he'd notice a tear in your clothes - always insisting on sewing it back up for you

and once you're moved in together, he'd mend your clothing without even telling you - you'd just realize the hole in your favorite shirt is all patched up one day

Rolan's a good cook, and he loves to do it for you

and if you cooked for him, he'd 100% do the dishes

but he still wouldn't let you do the dishes when he cooks for you

He's always cleaning up around the tower, often without even realizing it

It's second nature for him to be tidy and whatnot, but it's also because he respects the tower so much - he wants to keep it as pristine as he can

just going around and putting things back in their spots, even something as little as putting a quill back in a drawer

After he becomes the master of the tower, he spends a lot of his free time rearranging furniture and decorations or replacing them altogether to make the tower feel more comfortable for him and his siblings

I also think that seeing all of Lorr*akan's belongings leaves a bad taste in his mouth, so redecorating the tower played a part in helping him move on from the whole situation

And once you moved in with him, he desperately wanted to make sure you felt at home

He didn't see it as you living in his home - it was your home just as much as it was his

He'd encourage you to have your own office and decorate it to your liking, and he'd always ask your opinion on something before buying it for the tower

Rolan never leaves clothes on the floor, he always makes the bed, he cleans up immediately after he's done cooking (honestly he starts cleaning up while in the middle of it, too)

he always makes sure his clothes are free from wrinkles, often running his hands over the clothes he's wearing to make sure nothing's creasing, and he'll do the same to you

Rolan has always been quite responsible with money since things were always tight growing up

he probably has more money than he knows what to do with after being the master of the tower for only a year

He'd save a lot of it in case something were to happen, but he also donates a good portion of it to various causes in the city

he'd be particularly fond of the organizations that care for orphans and help young people receive schooling

#sorry if these suck again #when I start writing dad!rolan i'll stop sucking #baby boy #my writing #my hcs #rolan #bg3 #x reader #headcanons #baldurs gate 3 #fluff #brain rot #rolan posting

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succubusmunson · 2 years

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Sinner

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie has ruined you for good.

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni), pure filth, pwp, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight dom!Eddie, spanking, squirting

WC: 2145

(get buckled up, this is wild)

How you and Eddie ended up together was such a cliché. Eddie was the bad boy who never got a good rep and was said to be a cult leader for Satan. You were the pretty cheerleader, got straight A’s and was said to be a good Christian girl. What people didn’t know was that Eddie corrupted you in such a good way and there was no looking back. He got you addicted to his wild side and now every Sunday you were in the church thinking of only Eddie, the words “forgive me father” nowhere in your head. He made you a full sinner, but you had no complaints.

It started out as you two being partnered for a chemistry project. He asked you to meet him in the woods after school and though you thought that was a weird place to meet with him, you went. You had to admit that you were scared, but you felt safe once he was present.

“How does a pretty girl like you get paired up with me?” Eddie sat across from you and opened his lunchbox to pull out a joint, offering it to you. You shook your head, this was something you weren’t used to.

You rolled your eyes at him and decided to step out of straight line you were always used to, “well, you’re not too bad.” Eddie was known as the freak all because of a game he played, but he was attractive, very attractive and you couldn’t deny that.

Eddie smiled as he took a hit of the joint, “you sure about that, princess?”

From then on, you went to a girl who had only kissed someone to someone who enjoyed having their pussy being absolutely wrecked to the point of tears. You were hooked and there was no looking back.

Eddie helped you explore things you never thought you get the chance to. Different music, marijuana, bars, and the way he could make your body feel so good with such little effort.

Eddie had your legs around his shoulders, his face tucked nicely between your thighs and his lips wrapped around your swollen clit. His hands were on your breast, tugging and squeezing at your nipples. Eddie gave them a slap, causing you let out a breathy moan of his name.

“Never wanna hear you stop saying that.” His voice was muffled, but you could still hear him, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

You could feel his wet tongue down slide up and down your folds, in your pussy and hitting spots you never knew a tongue could hit.

When you looked down at him, he was so entranced in eating your pussy. He had his eyes closed and was humming from how sweet you tasted. You could deny how pretty he was when he went down on you, it was art. Eddie was eating you out like you were his last meal and to make it even hotter, he was grinding his hips against his bed, needing some sort of friction.

“Just wanna taste you forever.” Eddie loved nothing more than to just eat you out. He didn’t care if that’s all he ever did. His happy play was right between your thighs.

“Fuck Eddie, right there!” You moaned out and reached for something to grab on, deciding on his hair. You have his hair a tug and you can tell that the thrusting of his hips against the bed stuttered. Your hips bucked the more he sucked your clit, needing more if that was even possible.

He pulled away from you for a second and looked up at you, a smirk on his fast, eyes wild with excitement, and his mouth slick with just you, “that’s right, tell me how much you like it, baby.” He slowly slid a finger in your wet pussy, groaning at the feeling. “My cock isn’t even inside you yet and you have me going crazy.”

You swear you saw stars at how good he was making you feel, “m’please, I need your cock.” Begging was a thing Eddie loved to hear, it got him going even more than he already was.

With his finger still knuckle deep inside you, slowly pumping in and out, he leaned over you, his lips right next to your ear. “You want this cock, baby? I think you have to earn it first.”

“Please let me, I promise I’ll do whatever you want.” You were whining, desperation in your voice and Eddie was loving every single moment of it.

Eddie slowly pulled his finger out, licking it while making eye contact with you before undoing his belt. “You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” You nodded, maybe too fast, but you couldn’t help it. The thought of having his cock in your mouth could’ve caused your orgasm.

You dropped to your knees, your mouth already watering from the thought of Eddie using it as he pleases. Your hands came up to his clothed cock, running your fingers over it and feeling it twitch. You could feel it pulsing underneath your hand and you swear you’ve never felt something hotter. Just doing that made you moan and roll your hips against the air.

Eddie pulled down his briefs, his cock sprung inches from your face, leaking with precum. His cock was the perfect size with the right amount of girth. It was hard for you to take all of him at first, but practice (and you did a lot of it) made perfect.

You wrapped your hands around him and stroked a couple of times, causing him to hiss. He looked down at you and his eyes quickly rolled in the back of his head as you wrapped your soft lips around him, licking every inch that you could, “just like that.” His voice was soft, trying to concentrate on only the feeling of your mouth.

Eddie’s hands grabbed at your hair, pulling it back so he could get the perfect view of you choking on his cock. He would savor the moment for as long as he could. Your mascara was running down your face and drool was pooling out of your mouth. An angel is what you looked like to him.

You bobbed your head slowly and he didn’t like that too much, so he thrusted down your throat making you gag and him stuttering with his words, “god baby, never thought anything would come close to how your pussy feels, but fuck.” His words faded off the more you bobbed your head, giving him everything you could.

You looked up at him with your big eyes and he almost came at the picture of you looking so innocent with his cock almost all the way down your throat. He pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop and you huffed, wanted him to use your mouth more. “On the bed, now. You know how I want you.”

Eddie slowly backed up so you could stand up and get on the bed. You bent over, knees and elbows pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. Your back was arched perfectly. It’s as if you were presenting himself for him in all your glory and you had a lot of glory according to him.

It took a minute before Eddie made his way over to you, he always took a mental not of how you looked right before you were all fucked out. The way your pussy glistened in the dimly lit room, the way your ass jiggled at the slightest movement. He was enthralled by every bit of you.

Once he stood behind you, your body became on fire. You knew what was coming and the excitement flooded every inch of you.

“I want you to be loud,” you felt the familiar burn of pleasure as he slid his cock head in you before bottoming out completely causing you to fall forward and scream into the pillow. He pulled you up by your hair, your back flush against his chest, “I want the whole trailer park to know how have corrupted Hawkins most pretty and innocent girl. Want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

Eddie hadn’t move since bottoming out, but his words were enough to make you moan out. You swear that you were so wet that you were dripping down his cock and onto his mattress.

Suddenly his hips snapped, sending you forward and little. You braced yourself with your hand on the wall, his name bursting from your lips, “god, yes.”

“Not god, just me, baby.” Eddie ran his hand up your back, his cold rings leaning goosebumps across your skin. He rested his hand on your shoulder before pounding into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

His balls slapped against your clit, adding more pleasure, almost too much. “Please don’t stop, Eddie.” You were trying your best to hold yourself, but the rate Eddie was going was making you so weak in the best possible way.

“I didn’t plan on it, fuck.” Eddie threw his head back as you fucked yourself on his cock. He taught you so well.

The trailer was shaking, your screams could be heard around the trailer park, but neither of you worried about that at all.

Eddie groaned each time he pulled out only to slam back in. Your pussy was heaven to him. He fit inside of you perfectly, you were made for him and his cock. “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum, princess.”

A hand came down slapped ass, the sting feeling all too good. “Love the way this ass bounces.” He rubbed a soothing hand over the handprint he left. Eddie didn’t have a favorite part of your body because it was all his favorite, he could never decide.

With each hard thrust of Eddie’s lips came a moan from both of you. You were both so spent and chasing each other’s release.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs too,” another slap to your eyes and you shook with pleasure, “cmon, tell me.”

“Yours Eddie, it’s yours!” Your words came out in a stutter.

Every part of your body was tingling. You couldn’t stop the moans flowing from your mouth, each one louder than the next.

“Such a good girl for my cock, huh? Gonna have you so cum drunk for me.”

You felt his hand wrap around your throat, pulling you back up. “Who makes you feel this good huh?” His sweat dripped down, you could feel it on your back, but you didn’t care. “Say it baby, say my name.” Eddie squeezed your throat, just enough for you to lose some air, but not too much.

“Eddie-oh my, fuck.” Your chanted his name repeatedly, like it was a prayer, how ironic. You were so close, you needed to feel this release.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat traveled down the front of your body, stopping at your clit and giving it a couple taps before rubbing fast and tight circles. It was enough to make you see white and you swear you have never had such an intense orgasm.

You were shaking, your body feeling electrified. It felt like all the other times before, but something was different. The pleasure made tears fall from your eyes. It was too much and just enough at the same time. Words couldn’t form, your mind was completely blank.

Eddie came right after you, neither of you caring if he pulled out. He grunted at your name and basked in the feeling of you tightly clenching around his cock, milking him for all that he had to give.

When he gently pulled out, you gasped at the sudden feel of emptiness. You clenched, wishing his cock was still there.

“Holy shit, you-you squirted,” Eddie was in shock, a good shock. He took a couple deep breaths before smiling, he had never made anyone do that before. You turned to look at him, your face red with embarrassment and you looked down at the mess you made. “Oh, baby, no.”

Eddie lifted your chin and made you look at him, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I cannot wait to make you do it so many more times.” His kissed your lips, biting at your bottom lip and you got soaked all over again.

“You up for round two?” Your breath was still shaky, but you were ready to go. You laid back and spread your legs, beckoning him to come to you.

Eddie pulled your legs dangled off the edge of the bed, “I can go as many rounds as you like.” He leaned down to kiss your neck, “my sweet, not so innocent, girl.”

This was going to be a very long night.

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I have a soft spot for cheerleaders

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader is a cheerleader at Hawkins High and is paired with Eddie for a class project. Fluff and smut ensue. No supernatural occurrences, just regular old high school angst

Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dry humping, pet names, slight domination but not degrading, smoking (lol), edging and teasing

Word Count: 5,952

Enjoy :)

“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man. “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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“Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing.

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly.

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m down SO bad for Eddie and this came out much longer than intended lol. There may be a part 2?? Or not?? I guess I’ll see if y’all like this. I have a couple other ideas too so yeah...we’ll see :)

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