#but hmmm now i got nothing planned

[jyoongim]

Just found you and read all your Alastor fics. Love them! My request is jealous fucking with breeding. But the jealousy comes on because of Lucifer. Luci comes to visit the hotel and causally makes a sweet comment to reader but as soon as he notices that it pisses off Al, Lucifer just goes all in offer to buy readers soul and free her just to piss off Al until reader and Charlie have to break them up before they fight. Then comes in the breeding, so everyone knows your his as if him owning your soul wasn’t enough

Oh I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoy it around these parts and I am happy you enjoy my writing!

Warnings: fem!reader, jealous!Alastor, flirting, Lucifer riling up Alastor, rough sex, breeding kink, pregnancy mentioned

The hotel was in an uproar over the King of Hell's impending visit.

Charlie was a nervous wreck and you were doing everything to make sure that the hotel was somewhat presentable and that everyone was well behaved.

”Now just be your charming self and make sure to help promote the purpose of the hotel for Charlie” you said fixing Alastor’s bow tie. He smiled down at you, waving his hand dismissively “Oh don’t worry my dear Ill be the perfect host. There’s nothing to worry about”

Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell…was not what you had expected.

You could see where Charlie got her flare from.

He was looking around the lobby, taking in the interior and the residents. You didn’t miss the way his face scrunched up a bit.

”And here are our lovely hotel managers dad” Charlie said, turning towards you and Alastor.

You smiled, giving him a slight curtesy “Its a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty, I hope that you enjoy your time here at the hotel” 

Lucifer dawned a sultry smile, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. Kissing it.

”The pleasure is all mine”

Alastor growled, stepping between the two of you. He gave a tense smile “Pleased to meet you sir” he slapped your hand out of his and took it to shake. Lucifer blinked, a slight frown on his face “and you would be?” A snort escaped the red demon 

“Alastor! Im the host of the hotel. Maybe you’ve heard of my radio broadcast?” Lucifer deadpanned “nah never was one to consume media” he shrugged.

He slipped by to your side, looping an arm around you “Now I’m sure you wouldn’t mind giving me a tour hmmm? Show me all of the more intimate parts” he chortled, as you nervously turned to Alastor.

Alastor's smile was tense and his eye was twitching slightly.

Irritated and annoyed.

Lucifer seemed to pick up on that.

He eyed the lanky demon, before cooing at you “oh don’t tell me you need the bellhop’s permission? ”

oh no. The lights flickered.

You cleared your throat “I would be honored your grace,but Alastor knows the hotel better than I. He can show you around” you offered, making the King groan.

Charlie chirped in “Yes yes. Alastor has been a great help. Well shall we?”

The tour went without any mishap. Alastor had you tucked away into his side as Charlie gave a run through of what she was trying to achieve.

Charlie suggested dinner before her dad left, to give him a little convincing to help.

You bustled about the kitchen, setting everyone’s meal down and making your way to sit by Alastor.

A hand grabbed your wrist, you stiffened as Lucifer gave you a charming smile “why not sit by me. Charlie has told of some of the improvements you think would work for the hotel”

You heard a static buzz as you took a seat by him.

You listened quietly as Charlie went on and on about her plans.

Lucifer had been not so subtly subtly flirting with you the entire dinner.

”Well I will think about it Charlie. I do believe your dream is possible” She smiled happily. he turned his eyes to you

”Especially with such lovely help” you blushed.

He seemed more interested in you.

”sooo what’s your deal with that guy” he was referring to Alastor

you tilted your head in question, he clarified his intention

”I mean he own your soul or something? A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be tied to the likes of him. how about I nullify whatever deal you made and you take you under my wing instead”

You looked at him shocked.

The sound of glass breaking sounded and Alastor shook his hand of the liquid once in the glass

He chuckled darkly “Well I am afraid it is late, wouldn’t you agree dearest?” His eyes narrowed on the man as he stood, coming around to stand behind you.

His eyes were black and glowing red as he practically sneered at the King.

Lucifer was unfazed by the intimidation tactic.

”haha what I strike a nerve? You’ve got this amazing beauty on a leash and for what? Im sure shell do much better being tied to you” 

Before Alastor could lunge at the man, you stood up and pressed yourself against him as you heard Charlie grab her dad to pull him away. 

Your hands reached for his face, turning his enraged eyes to you.

You shook your head at him slightly. You know when someone wa just trying to ruffle his feathers.

”I am feeling quite tired from today’s activities why don’t we turn in for the night yes?” You pleaded with him, softly pushing him back towards to door.

Large hands gripped your waist as his turned his eyes back towards Lucifer, he hissed lowly before whisking you out of the kitchen and to your shared bedroom.

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The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

You whined at a harsh thrust that jolted your body against the silky sheets.

The room was buzzing with static as Alastor fucked into you.

Green chains hung heavy around your collar as Alastor pulled on them to pull you into his thrusts.

He was pissed.

His usual composed and controlled demeanor slipping the moment he slammed the door.

He had taken you against the door roughly, too pent up to let you get a single word out.

He had thrown you onto the bed after, a dark aura surrounding him as his antlers grew with the angry emotions swirling inside him.

“Ah! Ha! A-Alastor!” You moaned as another orgasm racked through you.

He twisted your chains around his arm as he used them as leverage to drill his dick into you.

“Who do he think he is?” He growled, pushing your head into the mattress 

“Thinking he can just take you from me…ME?! You are mine”

You let out a cry as he ruined your walls, balls slapping against your cunt.

“You wouldn’t leave my side would you sweetheart” he hissed down at you, turning your head so you could see him.

”Who would want you after I ruin you hmm? You would be nothing but sloppy seconds.” He regraded you, angry at the very thought of you thinking you could terminate your deal with him.

Your deal with Alastor was nothing too extreme. Your complete devotion to him for his protection.

While he might not admit it, Alastor had grown accustomed to you being by his side, able to help him see reason and take on tasks he found too mundane.

You were like his wife in a sense. 

Soft and caring, always doing whatever he asked of you.

You never complained, happily fulfilling your duties to a tee.

And some goofy, short king thinks you would leave your benefactor?

Had he not given you anything you ever wanted?

You were the most free soul he had, that was a privilege.

Your cunt squelched as he pulled out, the tip kissing your outer lips as he stilled in his rough fucking.

You panted, clammy sweat sticking to your body as he tugged at your chains.

You were on your back, thighs spread around his waist.

A hand wrapped around your throat, Alastor leaning down to press a surprise soft kiss to your forehead

”You wouldn’t dare leave me would you baby” he cocked his head at you.

You shook your head quickly, hoping that he had blew off enough steam to finally be reasonable.

But Alastor’s jealousy was ugly.

He wouldn’t be done with you until there was nothing you thought about but him.

He should be what plagues your thoughts.

You should crave him by the time he was done.

He slotted back inside you, making you gasp as he returned to his fast pace.

”Leave me for that sorry excuse of a king? Ha! You wouldn’t. No not my pretty girl. Youre my good girl aren’t you?”

You mewled as you watch him transform.

”I-Im your good girl Ah! Pl-please!” Your eyes clenched closed in pleasure.

”Youre mine. You understand that? I own you. Your every thought. Every feeling. Your body, mind, and soul are mine. You gave them to me oh so happy. I can do whatever I please with you. Ruin you and dump you off into the street like a common whore if I wished”

You whimpered at his words.

”But thats not enough is it? Hmmm? Noooo. Youre not mine” he purred.

you pouted, ready to reassure him that you were, in fact, his.

He lifted one of your legs to your chest, angling his hips down

”Ill make sure every disrespectful wretch knows you are mine. Fir it seems my constant presence isn’t enough”

Your cunt fluttered.

How else would….

His dick hit that sweet spot deep inside you

”Oh! Ah!” His hand on your neck tightened as a sharp smile appeared on his face

”So maybe putting a claim to you will do the trick”

Your mouth shaped into an ‘O’ as he fucked you roughly, hips grinding down as if to make you mold to his very shape.

Sinners couldn’t reproduce.

Right?

that was your last coherent thought as he slammed his hips into yours over and over til he sighed, his dick twitching as he filled you with his cum.

You whined as he gave soft thrusts to keep his cum inside you, purring as it spilled around him, pooling around your ass.

You whined when he pulled out, hearing a soft ‘pop’ as you clenched around nothing.

A hand settled on your lower belly, now full of his cum, Alastor grinned wicked “Let’s see how much the pipsqueak will want you now my dear” he chuckled.

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“Its nice to see you again sir” you said welcoming the King of Hell inside the hotel.

He smiled and once he got a good look at you, it fell.

”Charlie will be down in a second do you need anything?” You asked sweetly, hand resting on your swollen belly.

He stuttered out a response in surprise “O-oh w-why thank you. I take it you’ve been well”

Alastor manifested behind you, grinning at the short monarch, his arm roping around your waist, hand settling on the side of your stomach “Ah yes! We’ve been busy. Im sure you can tell”

Alastor- 2

Lucifer- 0

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor smut #alastor hazbin hotel

[sicbaby]

sleeping beauty

stepdad!leon kennedy x f!reader

cw: 18+ smut, stepcest, somnophilia, non consensual (at first)

it was a weekend you were looking forward to. a nice little winter vacation with your mom and some of her friends. it would be nice to get out of the house for a while anyway, especially since your seasonal depression kicked in.

however, your plans quickly changed when you fell ill. god damnit, stupid fucking weather. had to ruin your plans. now you were bed ridden, absolutely no energy so you refused to do anything. your loving mother didn’t bat an eye, wishing you well and heading off with her friends for the weekend. thanks, mom.

luckily, your stepdad was free. leon.

leon was a good dad, sweet and caring… more than your mom ever was. you liked him a lot. your mom put leon in charge of taking care of you for the weekend, and he was more than happy to oblige. he barely ever had time off work, and he was looking forward to spending time with you.

it was friday night and leon sat on the couch watching tv, feeling frustrated. the reason why? you.

yes, you. the poor little thing that had slept the day away. he had planned out the whole evening for the two of you. he was going to make soup, cuddle you and watch your favorite movies and kiss and love on you. like a good father should when his daughter gets sick. but you never even got out of bed. he felt lonely, frustrated, and needy. he missed his pretty little girl.

it was getting late. he shut down the house and put away the full pot of soup he had made for you. just seeing it sitting there made his frustration grow even stronger.

he turned off all the lights, locking the front door and heading upstairs. he’s mad at you.

he knows he shouldn’t feel that way, especially when you’re sick. but he can’t help it. he passes your door, not giving it a second look as he heads to his room.

he strips to his boxers, ready to get in bed as he fights an internal struggle within himself.

god, it’s not your fault, you poor thing. but he has needs too, doesn’t matter if you’re sick. with a frustrated sigh, he heads to down the hall to check on you.

he knocks on your door softly, and when there isn’t a response he opens it. the air is damp, filled with the peppermint scent of your diffuser on full blast. the room is dark, and he can hardly see until he comes closer. you’re sleeping. still.

his gaze wanders over your sleeping form. you were on your belly with your left leg hiked up. you were wearing the sheerest pink nightgown, and the silk practically melted into your body, leaving little to the imagination. it also didn’t help that your position caused the gown to ride up, the bottom of your cheeks exposed to him. nothing underneath that slutty little gown, of course. despite his irritation, he couldn't deny the allure of your vulnerability. a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips as a wicked idea forms in his mind.

leon slowly approaches the side of the bed, his steps almost silent against the carpeted floor. he felt as if you owed him for the lonely, isolated day he had.

swiftly, he reaches out and gently brushes his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your feverish skin beneath his fingertips. "you know, i was hoping we could have some quality time together," he murmured, his tone mocking. "but it seems like you're too busy being a useless little burden, sleeping the day away."

his frustration brewed beneath the surface, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. leon slowly reaches down, his fingers grazing over your thigh. the touch was light, teasing, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

"since you're so useless, maybe i should find another way to entertain myself," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "hmmm,” he hums, “maybe i'll have to wake you up properly, little sleeping beauty."

leon's hand continued caressing your thigh, inching higher and higher. your mouth was wide open, snoring softly. he chuckled at that. even sick and asleep, you were such a prize. and he was going to claim you.

trailing his hand along the back of your left thigh, he nudges it to the side slightly, guiding your legs to open more for him. he trails up and up, until his index finger flicks over the soft flesh of your pussy. he smirks when you don’t move, and proceeds to glide his finger up and down your folds until it settles on your clit. he applies just enough pressure to elicit a small noise from your parted lips. it’s barely noticeable, though, and he keeps playing and teasing with your pussy until that warm wetness is coating his finger.

the act of making you wet even while you slept was an intoxicating feeling for leon. the sudden urge to possess you and claim you as his own rushes over him.

he crawls over you, settling into bed next to you. he places a light hand on your back, feeling the silk of your nightgown. his touch trailed lower and his fingers knead the soft flesh of your ass, reveling in its plumpness. he couldn't help but let out a low, husky groan as his desire for you intensified.

leon's desire grew even stronger as he shifted closer to you. being careful not to disturb you, he delicately repositioned you onto your side, hand still firmly gripping your ass. once he’s satisfied with your position, he presses his hand to the front of your hips, pressing your ass against him. his cock hardens at the feeling of your warm and soft ass against him. he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, feeling his cock grow with every slow rut. a low growl of satisfaction escaped his lips as he continued, moving his head up to press his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

he looks back down to your ass, slowly and carefully lifting your nightgown up your back, exposing your bare skin to the fabric of his boxers as he continues to slowly hump you. in a low, whispered voice, he couldn't resist indulging in dirty talk again, knowing you wouldn't hear him. you were so deep in your slumber.

"hi, princess.” he taunts, right in your ear this time. “you gonna let daddy fuck your tight little pussy? hm? yeah, you are. daddy’s gonna do whatever he wants with you tonight, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “daddy deserves that, right?” he asks, reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you to nod your head in your sleep. he chuckles deeply at this. “yeah, that’s right. good girl, baby.”

as he continues grinding against you, his hand lowers from your chin to your breasts, lightly grazing his fingers over your nipples, smirking to himself when he feels them harden almost immediately. you don’t move, don’t make any noise, and he wonders how much farther he can go. he trails his left hand down your tummy to your pussy, his hand once again finding your clit. at this point, you’re soaked. “dirty fucking girl..” he chuckles deeply.

he removes his hand, wiping your slick off on his boxers as he pulls them down his legs. he tosses them off the bed, moving back to you to lift up your leg. he scoots up, placing his now hard cock up against your wet cunt. he brings your leg back down and groans at the feeling of your lips and thighs surrounding his cock. he begins humping you again, your pussy continuously wetting his dick and making the most obscene noises in the quiet room.

it wasn’t until now you stir slightly, in a weird dream like state. you feel heat on your neck, a warmth against your body and wetness pooling between your legs. and yet, your mind can’t comprehend it, choosing to stay asleep.

leon continues humping his cock against your pussy, grunting softly in your ear. soon, he’s losing all control. he quickly lifts your leg, taking his dick into his hand as he slaps your cunt a few times with it, teasing himself yet again. he rubs it back and forth, pushing his head against your entrance, gauging your reaction. you still don’t move, and he scoffs a little. he finally presses the tip of his cock into your waiting hole, slowly yet surely filling you up. he barely gets all the way inside when you finally wake up, in a daze.

“hmm- huh, hnnng? leon?” you whine, immediately trying to get up when you feel a heavy, almost painful weight inside of you. you’re sick, weak and confused, your whines almost sound like you’re about to cry. and you just might, until leon pushes you gently back onto your side. “shhh, shhh, princess. it’s okay, daddy’s here. just needed to fill you up, make you feel better. daddy just wanted to feel you. that’s okay, right baby?” he shushes you, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

you lay back against the pillows, your face contorted in confusion and worry. you nod. “o-oh, y-yeah… okay, daddy…” you immediately comply. you trust your dad. whatever he’s doing.

your voice is weak, eyes burning and you’re just so fucking tired. your state turns leon on even more. you don’t even comprehend what’s going on until you blink a few more times.

and then you realize it. your stepdads cock is inside of you.

“d-dad?” you say weakly, unable to move. your eyes shift around the room, scared to move, scared to turn around to face him.

“yeah?” he groans. “so naughty. leaving your daddy all alone all day.” he mumbles. “you’re gonna make it up to me, kay princess?” his voice is condescending, a bit mean, and it makes your pussy clench around him. yet your face tells a different story. you’re on the verge of tears. why is this happening? he laughs breathily into the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you want this just as much as him. even if you don’t realize it yet.

your mouth is slightly open, unable to breathe through your nose due to your sickness. you feel dizzy, your body hot and sweaty and leon begins to thrust, pounding into you relentlessly from behind. your body is completely limp in his hold, his left hand digging into your thigh harshly as he keeps your leg up in the air.

you cry out, your body feeling so fragile and sore. he’s just making it worse. this isn’t right. but why are you so wet? your panic increases by the second.

“d-dad! stop! this is so bad,” you sob. “t-this is sooo wrong!”

his thrusts are forceful, taking exactly what he wants from you with no mercy. he can sense your energy waning, your body growing weaker as you try to fight back. he drops your leg, reaching around to rub circles into your swollen clit.

“oh, it feels wrong, does it?” he growls. “but i know you want this, baby girl. fight all you want. pussy’s fuckin’ crying for me.” he feels your body trembling, little whines and cries falling from your pretty mouth.

you feel so overwhelmed, thrashing in his hold, tears falling from your eyes. you don’t even know what you want, a pure mess, brain mushy and can’t think straight. your movements are futile against him. “s-stop! stop! hurts, daddy! please…” he’s huge, practically splitting you in two on his dick.

“no, no, baby. you be good for daddy. you don’t wanna make daddy angry, hmm? bad girls don’t get to cum, you know.” his voice is surprisingly soft, yet so fucking condescending it makes a sob erupt from you. he pulls all the way back out, before slamming his entire length back into your pussy.

“d-daddy,” you cry. “please!” you’re shaking so much, poor baby. your pussy keeps clenching, sucking in his cock before trying to spit him out.

“awww.” he coos. “does daddy’s cock feel too big for your tiny little pussy, baby girl?” he slows his thrusts, giving you some time to adjust. you can feel your heartbeat racing in every part of your body, especially in your cunt. you’re thankful he slows down. you can really feel him this way, feel how every ridge drags deliciously against your walls. it feels too good now. you want to cum. you need to cum.

however, leon doesn’t like taking it slow. “don’t worry, honey. i know you can take it.” he resumes a faster pace, your entire body bouncing from the force. your sobs of pain and discomfort quickly turn into whiny moans of pleasure, no matter how much you try to fight it.

he grabs your cheeks roughly, squeezing them, making your lips pout as he turns your head towards him slightly. he kisses at your tears, tasting the saltiness on your face.

“you’re doing so well, my precious little toy. you’re such a good girl for taking all of daddy’s cock.” he praises, causing you to subconsciously relax a little, letting him sink deeper into your cunt.

“thaaaats it, princess,” he continues, bottoming out and stilling for a moment again. he kisses your neck hungrily, breathing in your scent once again. “you ready to cum for daddy, my little bunny?” he teases, his voice dripping with control. you whine in response, that dumb little brain of yours not able to form words. “beg for it, baby. show me just how badly you need it.” he ruts up harshly into you one time, urging you to speak. it causes you to gasp out a broken moan.

“p-please… please.. need ‘t cum…” it’s a weak response, but you truly aren’t able to conjure up anything better. your hips have a mind of its own, grinding back on leon’s cock desperately searching for release.

leon would want to make you beg for it until you were screaming, but he had to have some type of consideration for his sick baby, right?

he doesn’t respond to your begging, only continuing to pound into you. it feels so good you feel like you’re about to pass out, head empty and dizzy.

he reaches around once more, slapping your bouncing tits a few times, making you gasp. you throw your hands up, trying to stop him but he easily swats your hands away and continues. his fingertips drop down harshly right on your hard, sensitive nipples. “nuh uh, baby. what did i say, huh?” he threatens in a high pitched, taunting baby-like voice.

“‘m sorr- sorry, daddy!” you cry out, hiccuping, your voice hoarse.

“mm, it’s okay, my sweet girl. ‘s brave, endured so much for daddy. go ahead and cum, baby. cum all over daddy’s cock.” he says through gritted teeth. he stops his assault on your tits, bringing his hand down to rub at your puffy clit.

your hand wraps around his wrist, pushing it down harder against the swollen nub. he smirks at this. your lip is drawn between your teeth, body going stiff as you near your release.

“cmon, baby. be a good girl for me. wanna feel that tight pussy cum around my cock. you want it, don’t you?” he encourages, his balls drawing up, so so so close to cumming inside of you.

“mhm, mhm, mhm!” you moan, nodding your head once you feel your orgasm approaching. your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into your head, body convulsing as you cum hard. your head is thrown back, resting on leon’s shoulder. he places kisses on your temple, holding you tight through your release.

he starts rutting into you like a rabbit as he cums, shooting his load deep into your womb, offering a warm satisfaction in your lower belly. his thrusts turn into slow, sharp ruts, making sure your cunt takes everything he has to give.

“fuck, baby.” he grunts, his body convulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. he stays inside of you for a moment. both of you are breathing hard and you sigh tiredly. he moves the hair from out of your face, kissing you sweetly on the cheek.

your cheeks are red and puffy, stained with tears. you feel so good, you can’t even be upset at what just happened. in fact, you want it to happen again.

exhaustion washes over you. your thoughts, your morality… it can wait for the morning.

“go back to sleep, sweet girl. daddy will take care of you. love you so much, princess.” he kisses your forehead, nosing your hairline, inhaling your sweet scent. he just can’t get enough. such a perfect little girl, and now he’s claimed you. his perfect little girl, all for him.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #cnc k!nk #cnc somno #stepcest

[ham1lton]

PARTY IN THE U.S.A!

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: rachel mcadams.

summary: before the miami grand prix, o/s posts you and charles goes on a journey to find you. too bad that time has plans of its own.

author’s note: the request said you wanted to have reader be introduced to charles through another driver’s gf but because i’m egotistical, i chose to link this to the nepo sister universe. so they meet through o/s. also i changed it up slightly! this can be read independently of the nsu but it’ll be more enjoyable if you read the other works.

wanna get tagged in any future works? sign up for my taglist! <3

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oldersister: our new film ‘material girl’ is now out! enjoy my cameo in my best friend’s film! so proud of her and the most incredible team who worked with us to create this incredible film. thank you for allowing me to be a part of this 💕

neposisreader: a smile might be good.

-> oldersister: nothing to smile about in my life.

-> neposisreader: i already apologised for bringing lando to dinner without a warning!

user3: running to the cinema to watch this!

user1: so jealous of her life icl.

user4: no cause i had no clue o/s and y/n are childhood besties?! this changes everything.

user5: the two pretty best friends everyone has been looking for.

landonorris: whooo look at my sister in law 🥳

-> oldersister: blocking you immediately actually.

-> landonorris: WAIT !! 😩😭

user6: what’s charles doing here in the likes 🤨

-> user7: he’s friends with o/s. that’s probably all there is to it.

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yourusername: i had the best time working with the most magnificent group of people on this movie. ‘material girl’ is currently out! i had the opportunity to work with the best and make something truly unforgettable. keep an eye out for my bestie’s cameo! also my niece came to come visit me on set. my favourite gift <3

neposisreader: mrs fluffkins is evil.

-> yourusername: she’s an angel!

-> oldersister: exactly! thank you!!

-> yourusername: you know i got you bestie 😘

user1: you look so good in this shade of blonde!

user2: brb running to get my regina george halloween costume.

user3: charles liking y/n related posts? hmmm 🤨 you not slick baby.

*liked by landonorris.*

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ynswife: our girl y/n dropped to the jimmy fallon show to spill all the gossip about her newest film, her love of miami and her best friend oldersister.

user1: i love her tan and this hair on her!

-> user2: she’s always so happy and bubbly after spending time with o/s. that’s truly her girl.

user3: i watched material girl with my best friends and i almost cried at the end when regina had her big speech. i love y/n’s acting sm.

-> user4: she’s going to be in the david fincher adaptation of gone girl! so excited for her! she’s gonna kill it!

user8: did you guys notice how she stayed silent when the topic of her love life came up? she’s always so quick to mention she’s single….

-> user9: when she comes out as dating o/s >>>>

-> user17: when the doctors come back with your tests and legally diagnose you with delusional tendencies >>>

-> user12: what if she’s dating charles?? he’s been interacting with a lot of her accounts recently…

-> user7: i’m gonna put my hand on yours when i say this okay? that’s not happening beloved.

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yourusername: miami i lovee youu 😘

oldersister: when did you take that pic of us?

-> yourusername: the lady behind us took it! she sent it to me through airdrop <3 you looked so cute i had to post it.

-> user1: they’re 100% dating.

-> user2: nah they’re definitely friends.

user3: WHO IS THE GUY IN THE THIRD PIC?

-> user4: it’s her costar! the proportions match!

-> charles_leclerc: no it isn’t. lol.

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charles_leclerc: here is my ‘hard launch’ and now that i’ve got your attention. go watch my amazing talented girlfriend in her newest movie ‘material girl’.

oldersister: i still don’t like this.

-> landonorris: charles and i are in-laws now 😘

-> oldersister: who unblocked you from my instagram???

-> landonorris: WAIT NO 😭

user1: yasss watch this masterpiece of a movie!!

*liked by charles_leclerc.*

user2: king of promotion. y/n needs to get him a job in the marketing department.

danielricciardo: watched this film five times and if you saw me cry… no i didn’t.

user3: they’re actually so cute together?? this is growing on me.

yourusername: approved ✔️

-> charles_leclerc: just jumped in joy 😍‼️

#jayde’s works ☆ #nepo sister universe ✽ #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 texts #charles leclerc texts #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x female reader

[strqwberryfield]

hyung line - when your friend group leaves you out.

contains comfort with a hint of angst. mentions food.

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heeseung: he woke up to you softly crying in your hands. you sitting up against the headboard and knees tucked to your chest. it was probably like 3am when you found out your friends had gone out to make plans without you. your phone was faced upwards meaning that the pictures your friends posted on social media were displayed.

"hmm? baby what's wrong?" he got up and managed to cup your face with his hands. "they don't like me hee. i thought i had good ones" you wept. salty tears rolling down your face. your lips were puffy and your eyelashes collected excess tears. the moonlight cast upon your face as you continued to let out silent cries. heeseung always thought you were beautiful when you cried. "who doesn't like you baby? please tell me. i don't like seeing you like this."

you passed him your phone. your hands were trembling slightly. he opened it up and saw what made you cry. warm arms eloped your frame and he softly whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"they don't deserve my girl"

jay: you walked into your shared house. a sad look cast your features as you unlocked the door to enter the home and the smell of one of your favourite dishes made their way to your senses. there was jay. over the stove, finalising the food he made for the both of you. he placed the plates down and made his way to you, jay slowly embraced you. slowly stroking the back of your head and lightly swaying side to side. "you arrived on time love, let's go have dinner, yeah?" and pecked your forehead.

both of you started talking and eating the delicious food he made. "how was your day?" he said. you paused your chewing, looking down at the food below you. "let's say you hypothetically saw your whole friend group together and didn't mention anything to you about the so-called hangout. and then you found out none of them like you" still looking down at the plate, tears begin to fall. jay reached out his hand to softly embrace yours. "is that what happened?", you nodded slightly - still not making any type of eye contact or else you would cry. "i promised myself i wouldn't cry about it" you sighed and whipped your tears while laughing lightly, trying to uplift the sombre mood. "baby, you can allow yourself to be sad you know. it's not a crime." he whispered whilst looking at you softly. "i know i know, sorry for ruining the mood" you smiled sadly. he got up to hug you whilst you still sat in the chair.

"whatever happens, you still have me"

jake: he wrapped up his weverse live and walked into the living room to see where you were. the house was suspiciously quiet considering it to be around 7pm on a saturday evening. "babe? where are you?" he called out "in here" you returned, your voice sounding dejected. jake opens the door to see you sadly looking at your phone and sighing. "hmmm is there something wrong?" he asks whilst going up to hug you. "there is but i don't really want to talk about it right now" you answered as he wraps his arms around you.

you buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his cologne and your mouth wobbled and eyes teared up. he stroked the back of your head soothingly and whispered words of affirmation in your ears. "you did so well today love" or "your so beautiful" and then you finally told him what happened. his calloused but soft warm hands reached up to your warm cheeks and slowly caressed them trying to stop the tears. as you close your eyes, he kisses each tear away and finally kisses your lips not before whispering an "i love you"

sunghoon: you were in the grocery store looking for ingredients for your and sunghoons dinner. the music softly playing on the overhead speakers and the quiet ambience was quickly ruined by loud but familiar waves of laughter from a group of friends. so naturally you turned around to see who it was with a slight smile on your face expecting it to be a youthful-filled high school friend group. until your face slowly dropped when you realised everyone in your friend group apart from you was there. oh? you thought. how come this has happened? so you quickly paid and rushed off trying to avoid conflict or conversations.

the train ride home was filled with mixed emotions as you listened to sunghoons playlist he made for you. as the stop arrived you quickly exited and walked home. you opened the door and finally, the sadness overwhelmed you with a few tears falling from your eyes. are you okay?" your boyfriend questioned softly as you put the groceries away. it was his day off today so he was at home relaxing. "i think so love, i just feel taken aback about what i encountered 45 minutes ago" he walked over to you with his arms open "come here" he motioned. you walked over with your head down and you crashed into his chest. arms wrapped around each other, he says

"you don't need to tell me what happened. i am always here for you."

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a/n: the theme was based on a true story🙏

#enha fluff #enhypen #enhypen comfort #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #heeseung #jake sim fluff #heeseung fluff #park jay fluff #sunghoon fluff

[corruptedcaps]

Brat App

Ugh why did Mom have to marry the Dad of that bitch Alison?! As if being bullied at school isn’t enough now I have to get it at home too? I guess it’s not all bad though because I was able to hack into Alison’s phone and invite myself onto the exclusive ‘Brat App’ that Alison and her friends are all on. No idea what it is but with any luck I’ll find out some dirt on Alison to get her finally expelled so I can have some peace.

Hmmm this just looks to be some sort of social status game with challenges built on top. Every challenge has a ‘Brat’ value associated with it. So the more challenges a person does the higher up the leaderboard they climb and the higher up the rank. No big shock that Alison is sitting at the top as a level 10! Which gives her the rank of ‘Brat Queen’ which appropriate. By my calculations that would be…. nearly 10,000 points! Wow she must be addicted to this game. Looks like I got 1,000 bonus just for signing up and I can spend it on my little avatar of myself. Let’s see what I can buy. Sure why not, let’s improve her eyesight.…

Holy crap what just happened? My body feels all tingly and different. My glasses are making my eyes blurry. Did… did this app just cure my eyesight? This is unbelievable! What else can it do… more athletic, long nails, thick hair, big boobs, perfect posture. It makes sense now! All these challenges are real life challenges! This is how Alison is the hottest most feared girl in school! Ok new plan, if I raise the ranks of this app, and surpass Alison’s score then she’ll have to listen to me and become nicer. How hard could it be? I’m already at level one after all and these challenges don’t seem that difficult….

Bold makeup. Check. Revealing dress. Check. And that’s net me… let’s see here. 50 points? At this rate I’ll finish college before I have enough points! I need more bigger ticket items. Let me redeem these pathetic points at least. Mmmm nothing changed but it did give me a nice little tingle. Ok for 1000 points I need to… send some nudes?! Absolutely not! Alison hasn’t even done that! For another 1000 I need to suck a married cock? How vile! Ok this is more doable. Spread a vicious rumor about a classmate for 300. I could do that I guess. Hmmm I have to post it directly to the app so it can’t be about Alison or any of her friends. I know, I’ll say something about Lisa the unfortunate overweight girl in our class. She’ll never see it. I’ll say she was banned from Dairy Queen for breaking in and eating their whole stock. And send! Ohhhh somethings happening!

Oh god my tits! They’ve gone up like two sizes! But why? Hmmm looks like I hit some hidden ‘Bitch Bonus’ by doing that challenge. This is amazing and all I had to do was make fun of that whale Lisa. I know it was mean but it feels so fucking good! She’ll be fine it’s not like anyone will believe it anyway. <ding> ohhh that felt nice, what was it? Oh one of Alison’s friends liked my post. <ding> mmmm another one of her friends liked my post! Every like is 10 points and feels so gooood! <ding> oh fuck yesss girls keep liking! It feels so hawt! Maybe I should spread a few more lies…

Mmmm my body feels so much better in these clothes I redeemed! After only a few more rumors I got easily up to level 5, ‘Beta Bitch’, which unlocked my beautiful nails, my gorgeous silky hair, my perfect makeup, and all the knowledge to maintain them. Even my body is better shape, I’m so flexible now! Not to say anything about my lovely big tits! Alison’s friends seemed to really enjoy my wicked little rumours. I can’t deny it wasn’t fun writing them and it was even better getting the likes for them!

But I do feel kind of bad for all those losers I wrote stuff about though, I think the Brat App is effecting not just my body but my mind too. I feel so nasty and mean everytime I use it and even more now in this tight blouse and short skirt. I can’t help if I’m hotter than those dorks now! No that’s the app’s influence talking! I have to stop using the app, but I need to topple Alison! Ugh what do I do? <ding> what’s this? I’ve unlocked a new bonus. ‘Morality Suppression’? Hmmm that would solve my problems I guess and there is an option to turn it off later. Ok I’m going to do it! It’s for the good of the school after all. Here goes…

Ohhhhh fuck yesss that sooo much better. Like hell this is for the good of the school this is for the good of me! I feel so fucking free now. To think I was feeling regret for those pathetic fattys and geeky nerds I was writing about! I only regret not writing more! The only people worth anything are my bratty followers who like my posts and even they need to know their place and they will when I surpass Alison and become the new Queen bee. Oh fuck I feel so horny being this bad! I need some release and quick! Mmmm maybe I can finally tick off some of these challenges old me was too much of a loser to attempt. Mmmm yesss those will raise my rank in no time! Oh I have the perfectly wicked idea that will make me a bratty goddess by the end of the day! Oh step daddy!

Changed? Nonsense step daddy I’ve always looked like this. I’m a spoilt wicked little bitch just like your precious daughter, only you can fuck me. What’s the matter step daddy? Cat got your tongue? I bet you always wanted to fuck your mean little princess didn’t you? But you’re a good man and would never do that would you? But guess what? I’m not your daughter but I’m everything she is and more. Would you like a look under my shirt? Sure you would.

Hehe I see you like it step daddy. The outline of your cock is practically bursting out of your pants. Mmm and it looks so impressive. Let me have a peek <zip> oh step daddy, I can see why mommy married you. You’re so big! It’s making my mouth water. I need to have it step daddy, please say yes! I know you’re still hesitant so maybe it might convince you if I stopped calling you step daddy and instead called you… daddy. Mmm you like that don’t you… daddy? You want to put that big cock in my mouth and have my perfect pink lips suck it don’t you… daddy?

Mmmm thanks daddy for the great fucking, you’ve helped me complete so many nasty challenges. Suck a married cock. Check. Fuck an older man. Check. Call him daddy. Mmmm double check. After everything we got up to I completed over a dozen challenges, more than enough to take you bitch of a daughter’s crown. I just have to redeem the points now and assume the throne…. Mmmm it feels so good but something different is happening… oh fuck something amazing is happening!

Mmmm oh fuck yessss! Look at me, I’m a blonde busty bitch now! Im older and sexier and I feel so fucking nasty and hawt but how is this possible? Oh I see I unlocked a new challenge tree and a new rank. Mmmm ‘Homewrecker’ I love the sound of that! Who needs to be a bratty queen when I could be the wicked bitch that stole her daddy instead. Thats right darling, I’ve levelled up to being your mistress now and if you’re lucky and do as I say soon I’ll unlock ‘Trophy Wife’ and you can spoil me rotten as you should. Don’t worry I’ll still call you daddy, it makes everything feel so much more naughty. My mother? You mean that old crone Emma? She’s not my mother anymore, she not even my rival, she’s just an obstacle to our love, isn’t that right? Mmmm I knew you’d agree…. Daddy.

EPILOGUE

Alison was wondering what her father was doing that was taking so god damn long that he couldn’t have sent a car or something to pick her up from the mall like he promised. She had spent so much on his credit card that she was surrounded by high end boutique bags. Just when she was reaching her finally straw she got a message from him telling her he had sent a friend, some woman by the name of Gabrielle, to pick her up. Alison hadn’t heard of any Gabrielle before, except maybe her new dorky step sister but she went by Gabby anyway.

Following her father’s instructions to Gabrielle, Alison’s mouth was agape when she turned the corner to find a stunning blonde waiting for her. The blonde looked at Alison with distain and made Alison feel insignificant for the first time in her life. She didn’t like it. Gabrielle didn’t let up with her stare down, enjoying the way Alison averted her gaze. Alison meanwhile was grateful that their encounter was going to brief.

“So you’re Ted’s daughter? Hmmm I expected somebody a little more… impressive.” Gabrielle said not willing to hide her distaste. If this was anyone else Alison would have ground them to dust with only a few choice words but she felt so intimidated as she got into the car with the blonde bitch.

So much so that her phone dinged to tell her she lost some Brat points for her weakness. She had never lost points before! Gabrielle smirked to herself as she looked at her own phone and saw her points climb. She couldn’t wait become a wicked step mother.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #evil couple #power transfer #magic item

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission message: howdy, would like to submit keith and lance from voltron (lmao)

Submission message: BBC Sherlock and Moriarty / BBC Sherlock and John Watson

Additional propaganda: Now Keith and Lance on the other hand was a whole fucking mess that they then shoehorned in an hetero romance to try and "fix it" but by lord it was bad, everything about voltron is so fucking bad

Anyway this is my Klance propaganda : They were actually bait

Klance's queer baiting by the team was the worst!! We had to deal with NETFLIX ALSO GETTING IN ON THE QUEER BAITING!! If you searched up Kkance during the times for season 6-8, the SHOW WOULD POP UP. The directors would make jokes about it being canon, even Lance's VA got in the joke!

Their queer baiting was the worst for anyone who was even looking for an ounce of queer rep in that show. The only queer rep we got was a man who died after not even 5 minutes on screen, and shoehorned in the credit scene of a gay wedding of a character that was neither Keith nor Lance.

I do not know Agatha and Sophie, so I can't argue that klance was bigger bait or not, I just know voltron was mean lmao. the creators said stuff like "lance will be someone's first choice!" (meaning NOT ending up in a relationship with allura bc she very much chose another guy over him) and heavily implying he would be Keith's 1st choice (or a guy in general bc of point number 2). point number 2: they also released official art showing how super cool and diverse the main cast was! race! gender! LGBT - they had shiro (who was......canon gay but that's a whole other can of worms) and lance hold the sign with LGBT on it and then did absolutely nothing with that w lance at all (he hit on allura, so obvi he's not gay, but at least bi or smt) (UNLESS you count the scenes where he's flirty with keith). I just remember going into the last few seasons being like "klance probably won't be happen be honest with yourself there's like no queer kids shows!! but damn like it so could tho!!! because of how much it's been teased both in the show and by showrunners like I can't have no hope with the way the producers talk about it!" lmao I should have had no hope, but i genuinkey believed there was a possibility it could happen. and actually I discovered after the fact that i think one of the writers for the show who was the main advocate for klance (they had a lot of diff writers for eps, which led to lots of character butchering but ANYWAY) left not terribly long into the show I believe bc he didn't like the direction it was moving in and didn't want to be tied to the show anymore. so it's not like fans just made klance up either - it was written into earlier episodes with the hope and plan to continue developing later, and then just nothing ever happened with it besides INTENSE teasing it to keep queer fans around. esp after shiro's relationship was literally only a flashback and then his fiance thing or whatever got blown up before we even got to watch him interact w shiro as we knew him in present time in s7, so I think they kept being like hmmm klance and the stuff about lance being a first choice before s8 to keep ppl around. also esp bc klancers made up such a big portion of the fan base. then they made a horrible szn and ended it w a flashforward to shiro marrying some random background character who maybe had 1 line? I just remember hitting the flashforward and being like uhhhh who is this dude??? but they did that to hit those diversity points wow first gay marriage in a cartoon or smt idk it doesn't count to me really. so anyway voltron in general is queerbait lol but klance is because it started out as a legit possibility and then they said sike! but only maybe sike bc u guys are mad at us burying our guys in s7 so maybe klance could still happen haha okay now we're serious no it's not happening. anyway I think klance is p bad queerbait and a vote for them is a valid vote, not just u liking the ship.

#im sorry but johnlock is a household name in ther queerbait trenches

I don't know much about blaze runner, but this website made me endure Johnlock FOR YEARS, that ship makes me so fucking angry, and it's so much bait, the whole fucking show is just 4 kinds of bait in a trenchcoat trying to pass as something good, and Tumblr(and the rest of the goddamn world) ate it up like a five course meal. So anyway that's why I'm voting Johnlock

#klance #keith x lance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #sherlock x john #johnlock #bbc sherlock #tournament

[toppersjeep]

Let Me Go(Charles Leclerc)

Masterlist

mini series

summary: Nova Riccardo is the younger sister of Daniel. Nova is a race engineer at Ferrari she joined around the same time as Charles. Nova and Charles have been close friends for a long time. Most would think they are together but nobody knows if they are.But they have secretly been together for a while.However Nova feels as if she isn’t being treated well at Ferrari. So she decides to look at other options. But her decision might not go so well with Charles…

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(tw//:loss of baby, swearing)

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novariccardo✔️

apparently Charles thinks he’s the engineer now?? so does this make me the driver of his car??

- tagged charlesleclerc

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carlossainz55✔️: I would assume so nova 😀

ferrai✔️: hmmmmmm do we get nov ric on the track now??

danielricciardo✔️: this is a scary thought not Charles being the engineer but nova in an F1 car 😅

novaricciardo✔️: danielricciardo let me cook Daniel let me cook in peace

landonorris✔️: clear the track mates novas gonna cook on it 🕺🏽

novaricciardo✔️: landonorris this is why your my best mate thank you sir

lilymhe✔️: I think yes

charlesleclerc✔️: I mean I guess so can you drive ?? cause I have no idea how to engineer so

novaricciardo✔️: charlesleclerc I can drive duh Charles… that sucks for you not knowing how to engineer stay safe 🫡

charlesleclerc✔️: novaricciardo so this isn’t gonna work out then because how will you drive a car with no engineer 😔

novaricciardo✔️: charlesleclerc ummmm obviously I will do both sir. but I fear your a better driver so I’ll take my job back now 😀

charlesleclerc✔️: novaricciardo thank god I can not be an engineer anymore

charlesfan: the way he’s looking at nova behind the camera 😭

novxchar: they are flirting in the comments again 🤨

netflix✔️: get someone to look at you the way Charles looks at Nov 🥹

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Nova’s POV

“What” I said looking at Charles as he smiled. “Oh nothing just laughing at the fans comments” Charles said looking at his phone. “You truly are something” I said. “What imagine me doing your job” Charles said I laughed. “Haha I went to school for mine good luck” I said.

“Hey I kinda went to school or well training” Charles said. “Okay fair but you doing my job scares me” I said. “Fair.. I can say the same you behind the wheel of a F1 car scares me” Charles said. “Well that’s how I feel everyday with you” I said. “I know what I’m doing” Charles said.

“Yeah I know that I just worry” I said. “So she cares about me” Charles said I rolled my eyes. “I have a heart you know” I said. “Oh really” Charles said sarcastically. “Keep it up and I’ll go be Carlos’s engineer” I said. “You wouldn’t” Charles said I laughed.

“What am I gonna do with you” I said. “I don’t know” Charles said looking at me. I then took his Ferrari hat and put it on my head. He smiled and took my picture. “Hey that’s gonna cost you” I said. “Oh so we are charging for pics now” Charles said. “Yep pay up” I said holding my hand out.

“Pay up hmm” Charles said pulling me into a kiss. “You are so annoying” I said looking into his eyes. “But I know you love it” Charles said. I pushed his face away gently. “Shush” I said. “So what are you doing later tonight” Charles said.

“I have no plans” I said. “Really your boyfriend isn’t doing anything with you” Charles said. “No.. but he’ll probably annoy me” I said. “I’m sure he will” Charles said. “Why what do you wanna do” I said. “Wanna come over later” Charles said. “Hmmm I guess I could” I said. “You had no choice I drove you here” Charles said as he kissed my cheek as he got up.

“Do you want your hat back” I said. “It’s fine love I just gotta do a couple interviews” Charles said. “You sure” I said. “Mmmh it’s fine” Charles said I kissed him. “Okay good” I said. “I’ll see you afterwards” Charles said.

I watched as he did a couple interviews. Of course they’d ask more personal questions too. Rather than the car or our team. But we both knew we wanted our relationship a secret. Plus everyone just thought we were best friends. Which we were but behind the scenes it was more.

“So Charles is there anyone special in your life” the interviewer asked. I stood behind them. “Yeah.. I’d say so” Charles said with a smile. “What’s she like” the interviewer asked. “She’s… incredibly perfect in every single way” Charles said.

“I really … well this is a bit awkward I don’t really talk about her much in front of cameras” Charles said. I looked at him and smiled. “It’s alright she must be pretty special” the interviewer said. “She is very special to me” Charles said.

Later..

Charles and I walked to his car. We both got in and he drove back to his apartment. We finally made it up to his apartment.

“I’m so tired” I said laying on the couch as soon as we walked in the door. “What if I wanted to show you something” Charles said. “I’m sleeping” I said jokingly. “Sure you are” Charles said. “Alright what” I said. “Come” Charles said taking my hand.

He then lead me to his piano. We both sat down on the bench. “Okay char what” I said. “I just wanna play you something” Charles said as he started to play the piano. I rested my head on his shoulder as he played. He looked at me and smiled then continued to play.

“It’s very beautiful” I said. “You think so” Charles said. “Yeah it’s pretty” I said. “I uhhh wrote it for you” Charles said I smiled. “Oh” I said. “Is that weird or” Charles asked. “No” I said kissing him. “Oh so I have to write you song to get kisses” Charles said.

“You just have to ask” I said. “You.. doing okay recently with everything” Charles asked. “I’m alright Cha” I said. “You know we can talk about it” Charles said. “I don’t want to” I said sitting on the couch. “My love we have to eventually you know” Charles said sitting beside me.

“I know” I said. “Hey” he said hugging me. “It’s just difficult” I said. “I know it is difficult harder on you I imagine” Charles said. “Well it’s not easy losing a baby at all” I said. “Maybe down the road it will work out” Charles said.

“I just.. I guess I was excited even though it wasn’t planned” I said. “Nov me too but it’s alright these things happen” Charles said. “Yeah” I said. “I love you just don’t blame you self” he said kissing my cheek. “I love you more” I said.

“Enough sadness for now” Charles said. “Do you wanna go for a late night stroll by the water” I said. “That sounds lovely and we can go to your favorite bakery” Charles said.

“I’m in” I said.

#fanfic #love #charles lecrelc #daniel ricciardo #mercedes amg f1 #f1 imagine #lando norris #lewis hamilton #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #f1blr #charles lechair #red bull f1 #f1 #f1 fic #max verstappen #charles leclerc smut #scuderia ferrari

[jo-harrington]

Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction - Chapter 2: Out of Character

Previous Chapter: Alternate Universe

Summary: Things are starting to get weird in Hawkins. Weird for Eddie, especially. (AKA Eddie Munson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week)

Word Count: 9k

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader

Warnings/Themes: No-Upside-Down AU, Fluff, Angst, mention of virginity, Smut (male masturbation), sexual fantasies, brief Breeding Kink mention (I SWEAR IT WILL MAKE SENSE bear with me), Isekai, Mentions of FOI-compliant events and characters, Lovesick Eddie, jealousy, satire, a Monkey’s Paw type situation, Cliffhanger, Meta Fiction, Eddie acts a little OOC—it’s in the title

Note: Hey everyone, we're back with hopefully some more regularly posted chapters now that my baby SMVerse is complete. Very sorry for how long this chapter is, the next one is admittedly planned to be shorter. There was just a lot of dough to knead here. Thank you to @dr-aculaaa @powderblueblood and @rosewaterandivy for their contribution to some details of the chapter. IYKYK. And they know. Especially how much it means to me.

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Enjoy!

It goes without saying that your newfound independence had led to the most fun you’d ever had.

You weren’t afraid to be by yourself; on the contrary, it was almost like you were by yourself for the first time in your life.

That was the thing about living in a small town, everyone knew everyone else and your friends and neighbors always popped in unannounced, usually to a lot of fanfare and excitement.

There was never a dull moment with your friends.

But every aspect of your life in Port Geneva hinged around them, and now you could really focus on you. Realize that you were worth more than what you did to enrich someone else's life. Now you could enrich your own.

You listened to music you'd never heard before. What music had you even listened to before?

You ate foods you'd never eaten before. If you really thought about it, what had you ever eaten but short stacks with strawberries and sandwiches from the deli and cafeteria pizza?

You saw the world; sketched buildings and landscapes that were so different from the ones you were used to. Had you ever seen a house that didn't look like the ones in your cookie-cutter suburb? Or seen grass that wasn't perfectly manicured?

Who knew that wildflowers existed outside of storybooks?

Sometimes you stayed for a while; got a little room at a motel in a town that reminded you a lot of home and nothing like home at all. Too homesick to keep jumping around but not homesick enough to go back. You'd get a job for a few weeks--always lucking out on an opening for a waitressing or babysitting gig or something--pad your pockets, fall in love with the town and sometimes with the people there.

Then the need to leave simmered in your bones once again and you were forced back onto the road.

There was one town you were almost loath to leave. A midwest town and a goofy guy named Ed who made you laugh and called you sweetheart and kissed you shyly; he really understood you, understood the need to march to the beat of your own drum, because his big dream was to get out of his hometown too and make a name of himself.

Which is why he wasn't mad when it was time for you to go.

You'd always remember Stuckeyville.

But it was no matter; the world was yours for the taking. You'd keep going, on and on to the next destination, until you couldn't anymore.

Then one day, a year-or-so into your trip, it happened.

You'd been driving, thinking of the postcards that were burning a hole in your backpack to be sent back home. It was late, and you were tired and ready to make it to your next destination.

That's when you crashed.

December 1985

"Ed..."

"Hmmm?"

"I've gotta get up."

"Five more minutes."

"You're lying on my arm." He could feel the slight movement of something beneath him. "God, you and your big fat head, my hand is numb!"

Eddie groaned as you pushed at him and before long, your finger--cold and wet with spit--slid into his ear, rendering him fully awake and squirming to get away from you.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed as he hopped off his bed and tried to rid himself of the phantom feeling of your invasion. "Gah, ugh, gross!"

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," you grinned and got up from the bed to stretch. You put your hands on your hips and glared at him playfully. "Especially when she's gonna be late. You should know how Bev is better than anybody."

Violation quickly forgotten, Eddie watched you run back and forth around his room; a satisfied feeling settled in his chest as you picked bits of clothing up to layer back on, fixed your hair, swept the fingers over the corners of your eyes to wipe the sleep from them as you got ready for your shift at the Hideout.

It was a feeling that he was quickly becoming addicted to.

How many weeks had you been dating now?

Not enough to satisfy his rapidly increasing dependence on you.

Dating.

You even called him your boyfriend. God it still seemed like such a dream to him. One he never wanted to wake up from. But it was real. You had dates and you took naps together and talked on the phone; sure it was just easier to cross Forest Hills and sit on one of your porches to chat until it was past midnight and you were dozing off, but as the cold weather rolled in, the phone was the easier bet.

Racked up a bit of a phone bill but who was he to complain?

He always paid Wayne back.

It was worth it.

More often than not he started the call with the obligatory “what are you wearing” despite having most likely seen you earlier in the night. But you, not one to leave a man hanging, would always come up with a comical response: astronaut suit, Princess Leia’s bikini and a clown nose, pajamas made out of the hide of Big Bird himself.

It was ridiculous and nothing less than Eddie expected from his favorite tv character and the one true love of his life.

Thankfully, the two of you decided that sickeningly sweet was not your style. Not like some couples. There was no you hang up first or schmoopsie pet names. More often than not he just called you sweetheart; it rolled off the tongue. And you? Called him your idiot.

Yours.

He'd worried with Paige once upon a time that he didn't know how to be someone's boyfriend. Turned out, he just had to find someone to be a friend first, then the rest just...fell into place.

And aside from some of the nerves he'd had when you first showed up in town, and the ever-present question of just how you came to be in Hawkins--

There was a knock on the door to his bedroom.

"'Right Ed, I'm heading off to work," Wayne said through the door.

"Wait up," you called out to him as you hopped to pull your boots on. "I'm about to leave too."

You stopped briefly to give Eddie a tender kiss, and he chased after you when you tried to pull away. His lips refused to part from yours, his hands found your waist to tug you closer, and his heart soared when you sighed and gave into him a little longer.

--Everything was perfect.

You gave him a dreamy smile when you pulled away, one that quickly turned into a feral grin.

"I'm gonna be late," you whispered conspiratorially. "And the old man is gonna question whether your innocence is still intact or not if we take any more time."

Eddie froze.

Well. Almost perfect.

You took the opportunity to stick your tongue out at him and reached up to honk the tip of his nose, before you bolted from the room to leave.

Once the door to the trailer slammed shut and Eddie was alone, he fell back onto the bed with his hands over his face; his head spun as he wondered how the fuck he'd gotten here. To this point. This moment in time.

Because somehow...some way...you thought he was still a virgin.

"Somehow," he grumbled to himself after a second. "You're the one who told her you were, you idiot!"

And he had.

It was a funny story; it always was with Eddie.

Except this was anything but funny.

It has been the third date and there was just…a natural progression of things on your sofa after a day out at StarCourt. Music was playing, hands were wandering; he’d gotten a bit excited and rocked his hips against you creating a delicious crescendo of moans from both of you.

Then for some reason, Eddie thought back to Port Geneva.

Besides a few sweet kisses you shared with douchebag Mark Fisher, you never engaged in any…physical show of affection. No one did, actually. There had never been anything heavier than hand holding and kissing—maybe the occasional make out—shown on screen. Which, in hindsight he should have rationalized as being obvious; it was a family show on television, after all.

Instead he’d opened his big mouth and asked “hang on, are you a virgin?”

Rather than answer, you got bashful all of a sudden; you turned the question back on him, stuttering all the while.

“Eddie…a-are you a-a virgin?”

What could he say looking into your big wide eyes and kiss-bruised lips, thinking you were nervous and wanting to fix his gaff—especially considering all the blood had rushed from his brain to his cock—but yes?

Next thing he knew you were cuddling him, coddling him, and telling him that you could proceed with whatever next step he wanted, whenever he was ready.

In that moment how could he admit that it was all a lie? That he was an idiot and a liar trying to make you feel better? That he was no bumbling, blushing virgin; he was only saying it because he thought you were.

He knew if he tried to backtrack, you’d either believe he was a jerk or that he tried to lie again to feel less embarrassed.

So he let it slide.

Whatever. Virginity was a bullshit concept anyway.

The truth would come out eventually. It just made everything a little more complicated in the mean time.

“As if everything isn’t complicated enough anyway,” Eddie huffed.

Speaking of complicated, between napping in your comfortable embrace, your kiss, and thinking of the events that led up to the unfortunate virginity confession, he was in a bit of a situation.

Stiff and aching in his jeans, he did what he always did: Eddie took care of himself.

He unbuckled his belt and quickly rid himself of the barriers of denim and flannel, then scrambled to find the bottle of lotion that he unceremoniously shoved into the drawer of the bedside table. Just like all of the other things he tried to hide whenever you came over.

Other things...including the poster of you that he'd cut out of the TV Guide.

There was a spark of desire in him—of need—at the sight of it. Of you.

"I shouldn't," he muttered as his fingers hovered at the edge of the drawer, ready to close it. He'd already found what he needed. Best just close the drawer and crank one out and be a happy camper til the next time the need arose.

"It's just...not right...right?" he tried to convince himself as you stared up at him from inside the drawer.

He weighed the pros and cons, tried to convince himself that it was a normal thing. How many other times had he jacked off to pictures in magazines, or crushes from school. Shit, he'd even done it to the fantasy of you.

But now you were real and his girlfriend. Wasn’t that some kind of moral dilemma?

On the other hand, he would just be using a picture of his girlfriend to get off. That was normal, right?

Except...well...it was you, but not you you. Rosemary Glass you. The real you just left for work. The you in real life and the you in the TV Guide were not the same. You were full of life and energy and affection and not an ultra posed picture on a page.

There was another beat of debate before Eddie made a decision.

"Fuck it," he groaned and grabbed the flimsy magazine page and then slammed the back of his hand against the drawer to shut it. If he spent any more time weighing the moral implications here, he'd lose out on the opportunity.

So, poster in one hand, lotion well-coating the other, Eddie immediately sought out his hard cock and groaned with the brief sense of relief.

"Yeah," he sighed. His tongue traced the seam of his lips and he locked eyes with yours in the poster. "That's it."

Internal debate forgotten, he lost himself to his imagination with every stroke and squeeze and twist.

You kissed on him and your hand replaced his. No, your mouth instead of your hand. His mouth on you? He knew what your mouth tasted like; what about the rest of you? It was a delicious fantasy to explore.

His eyes roamed over the dips and curves of your body; he focused on the way your legs looked in that skirt as he squeezed the base of his cock and moaned.

What he wouldn't give to rip that skirt off of you. No, wait. You deserved better than that. He would undress you carefully, show how much you meant to him, then skink into your warmth. How would you feel? Like Heaven, he was sure.

His hand moved faster now, his toes curled, as he imagined this scenario and that one. What if he fucked you in the backseat of your car? Or shit, what about if he bent you over it? Take a drive out to the quarry and have his way with you.

"Fuck, fuck," he groaned and stilled for a second, savoring the intense build of feelings, before he bucked up into his fist repeatedly. "Yeah sweetheart just like that."

He focused on that sly smile, that tilt of your head.

Would you smile up at him like that when he was buried deep inside you, finding all the ways he could make you whine and keen for him. Shit, finding all the ways he would whine for you, just like he was now. Would you ask him for more?

"I'll give it to you baby," he muttered and bit his lip as the wave of his pleasure began to crest. He closed his eyes again to savor it. Savor the fantasy of you there with him, rocking and riding the wave with him. He couldn't wait for the day. "All of it. Whatever you want. Whatever you need."

Would you let him cum inside? You'd beg for it. Beg for his cum.

"Yeah? You'd let me?" he asked breathlessly.

"Please, please," you'd whine.

"Uh-huh? Yeah?"

"Please." You'd scrunch your eyes tightly, pull him in as deep as he could go. "Put a baby inside of me Eddie."

Eddie's eyes shot open and he choked on air. He let go of the now-crumpled magazine and his throbbing cock with a shout.

Panic gripped him.

"W-what the fuck?" he panted, rapidly coming down from his high like a man plummeting to the earth with a parachute that simply wouldn't open. "What the fuck? Why?"

His mind raced.

How had he thought of that? Where did it come from? He wasn't...he didn't...he'd never fantasized about something like that before. With anyone. Ever. Not alone either. Shit, he'd even accidentally checked out a porno from Family Video once that had a pregnant...

"Blagh," he gagged at the memory and fully lost the edge of his erection. The need to come was now gone; in fact, he suddenly never wanted to come again. Not if it meant that he was going to think thoughts like that?

With intense clarity, he tried to retrace his metaphorical steps. Tried to remember what exactly got him to those thoughts, to that...well, he could hardly call it a fantasy now could he? Nightmare. But he simply couldn't fathom how it had cropped up.

"Fuck," he groaned and looked down at himself. At his softening cock slick with lotion, at the crumpled picture of you with the sparkling eyes and smile. And he was reminded of the moral dilemma that he'd encountered a short while ago.

"No," he shook his head. "Not her. Rosemary Glass. That's all it is. I just...fucked myself up fantasizing about Rosemary Glass and my mind punished me. Haha Eddie, jokes on you, got the girl of your dreams and you'd prefer a picture. That's it."

Yeah, that's all it was.

All it had to be.

Otherwise...what the fuck was wrong with him?

What the fuck was wrong with Eddie Munson?

That seemed to be the question of the day, every day, for the rest of the week.

Well, that was what everyone seemed to ask Eddie; friends, teachers, bullies. To Eddie, though, it seemed like everything else was wrong.

It all started in O'Donnell's history class the following day after the, uh...fantasy incident.

He was excited to show up to class.

No, that wasn't why things were wrong. He'd been passing History, working hard ever since that first study date, excited to show up and succeed and actually graduate. And that day they were due to get a test back, one that he actually studied and prepared for.

So yes, he was excited.

Imagine his surprise when Mrs. O'Donnell placed the packet face-down on his desk and shook her head at him.

"I don't know what went wrong here Edward," she tutted. "You were making some real improvements. Such a disappointment."

Eddie frowned as she walked away, and he quickly flipped his packet over to the oh-so-familiar sea of red pen scribbles and a big fat F at the top of the page.

Not just an F. A zero.

"What the fuck?" he whispered.

He might not have been a star student but he’s never outright tanked a test before. Especially not one he’s studied for.

He went over every question again and every answer, wracked his brain for the responses he knew to be true—he had several B’s and C’s on quizzes to prove it—and then read the wrong answers on the test for all of them. Written in his obvious chicken scratch with doodles in the margins just like he remembered drawing when he took the test. So it's not like someone just wrote his name on their test.

O’Donnell took pity on him at the end of class and said he could sit for the test again during his study hall, especially since he’d been making some improvement. He’d practically kissed her.

Only for him to fail again.

He burned with self-hatred at first, and then simply turned his rage on O'Donnell, because he knew all of the answers. She must have just been a picky grader.

That was it, right? She just had it in for him.

But then other things just got worse.

Jason Carver might have been a tool bag and an antagonistic bully but he’d never been outright hostile before. Not like some of his predecessors.

Not like Tommy…Tommy H.

On an unrelated note, that bothered Eddie too. He couldn’t remember Tommy’s last name. Tommy who bullied him and his friends viciously. Tommy H…Tommy Hayes? Tommy Hagan? Both existed in his mind. And yeah normally he wouldn't give a shit but what the hell? First the History test and now Tommy H?

Regardless, Jason had been especially brutal lately.

Overly antagonistic, even calling Edde a freak in the middle of class. He and the rest of the basketball team had even begun their physical assault on him and his friends openly. The jocks pushed them into lockers, spit on them, and threw things. Gareth even got a black eye when they "ran into" the jocks after gym on Thursday.

Eddie knew he wasn't well-liked, but it burned him deep inside that no one spoke up, students and teachers alike. It was all out in the open, where everyone could see or report to the faculty. Even his friends kept their mouths shut and endured the abuse.

No one seemed to be bothered though; they kept to the status quo. And Eddie wasn’t gonna try his luck with Higgins on his own.

Cowards.

Friday morning, Eddie thought he had the answer; Chrissy Cunningham—Queen of Hawkins High and Jason’s girlfriend—spoke to him in homeroom. Not only spoke to him, but made moon eyes at him in every class they shared and in the hall between the classes that they didn't.

And it was getting annoying.

“Dude, Chrissy keeps looking over here,” Jeff whispered at lunch.

“I know!” Eddie slammed his hands on the table, startling the others. He took a calming breath and repeated himself, softer, to Jeff.

“What’s her deal? Does she wanna join Hellfire or something?”

“I dunno man, something strange is happening,” he shook his head and picked at his food. “I don’t know if she’s in some…argument with Jason and is trying to make him jealous. Or if she’s just bored and is enjoying his torment of the village idiots or something.”

“Maybe she wants to buy some weed,” Gareth piped up. “Slumber party with the rest of the cheer squad. She is the Captain. It’s her job to score.”

“Nah man,” Dave chortled. “I think it’s more likely that she’s trying to score in a different way. Get Eddie to fall in love with her or something and make a fool out of him.”

The guys all started laughing and making kissy noises, much to Eddie’s growing annoyance. Every puckering noise grated something deep within him. And it only pissed him offs more when the freshman started to get in on the fun, with Mike and Lucas singing about Eddie and Chrissy sitting in a tree—

“K-I-S-S-I-N—”

“Shut up!” Eddie slammed his hands on the table and shouted, voice echoing across the cafeteria, practically silencing everyone at the intrusion.

His shoulders heaved as he glared over at the jock’s table, where a certain someone with a bouncing strawberry ponytail waved hello, even as she sat with her boyfriend’s arm comfortably around her. And said boyfriend was glaring knives at him; if looks could kill, Eddie would be done for.

His thoughts spiraled and his ears started to ring.

What the fuck was going on? Why was everyone trying to fuck with him now? Why was everything suddenly out of control in such a short period of time? Was this karma? He got one thing he desperately needed so everything else was going to shit?

Suddenly he had an out of body experience, or at least…that’s what it felt like. He watched it all happen, felt all the movements and the words fly out of his mouth but he wasn’t in control.

One moment he was sitting at the head of his table, hands tented in front of his face as he contemplated life, and the next he was standing. Standing on top of the table, actually, and while that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, it’s what he did up there that was.

“Hey Carver, you have a fucking problem with me?” He shouted, hands cupped around his mouth. “Why don’t you step into my office and file a complaint!”

His arms swept outwards of their own volition and he bowed over to gesture to the table and to his friends.

“Pretty sure my associates have a few choice words for you too.”

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…

Jason was on his feet immediately, with Patrick and Andy quick to follow.

“What’s your damage freak?” He chuckled sardonically through gritted teeth. “Trying to have your own little David and Goliath moment? Prepare to get toppled.”

“Wait, do you think you’re David right now? You think you’re a hero?”Jeff scoffed and got to his feet, spurning the rest of Corroded Coffin to do the same, sending jeers and taunts across the room. The jocks did much of the same, name calling and shouting vicious threats.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Emerson!”

“Kick? How about kiss! Just like your mom likes to do!”

It kept going until Eddie took a few steps down the table, leant down, and scooped his fingers through Mike’s gloopy mashed potatoes, ready to fling a handful towards the enemies.

He was prepared for the worst as he witnessed it all from inside his own body, as he felt the gravy slip down his hand and into the sleeve of his jacket. An all out war, the need to protect his friends again—worse this time with the Freshman—the dread of listening to Gareth’s fingers breaking once more…it would all start once the first shot was fired.

If there was a God—or some fate writing this in the books of the universe who was just really bad at writing a fight sequence—now would be the time for them to make themselves known.

“Munson!”

Eddie inhaled the air greedily as he regained control of himself, and he marveled at Higgins' sudden appearance: standing in the doorway to the cafeteria with Coach Palmer and Nancy Wheeler standing behind him.

He’d never been so happy to see them in his life.

“Munson,” Higgins shouted at him. “Get down from there!”

Jeff, knowing what was good for them all, pulled Eddie down from the table and he stumbled on legs made weak from the rapid loss of adrenaline. Lucas passed a handful of paper napkins for him to clean off his hands as Higgins and Coach crossed the cafeteria, Coach to take care of his little minions, and Higgins to take care of him.

Despite their tenuous truce, Higgins grabbed Eddie by the arm and tugged him towards the cafeteria doors.

“Detention,” he hissed in Eddie’s face.

“My fucking pleasure,” Eddie replied desperately, suddenly a devout believer in whatever deity he had evoked.

Man, this was getting to be a habit.

As he was escorted out of the cafeteria, Eddie vaguely heard Dustin over the din of classmate whispers.

“Guys, that was weird. What’s wrong with Eddie?”

“What do you mean?” Gareth answered blithely. “He’s always like that.”

"I can't believe you got detention."

"I mean, Higgins could have expelled me. Or tried to get me to drop out again."

"I really fucking hate that guy," you muttered and reached out to grab a box from the shelf. "How about this one?"

"Seen it, fake blood is obviously fake."

"You're such a horror snob."

"Don't deny it," he whispered in your ear and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "That's your favorite thing about me."

You put the movie back on the shelf in a huff and then the two of you shuffled forward down the aisle.

Saturdays were made to be spent together; Saturday mornings specifically. Eddie would take as much time with you as he could, but Hawkins was Hawkins and there was only so much to do. So you designated Saturdays as mornings out before you went to work and Eddie made the rounds to whatever parties he could safely show his face at and make some quick cash.

You traded off on whoever made plans, and today he had pathetically suggested a movie, snacks, and cuddling on the couch, needing to find a respite in your arms after the abject chaos of his week.

He already felt worlds better, more like himself, because you listened and understood.

He ranted and cursed during the drive and you hung onto every word, only interjecting to offer gentle encouragement. You didn't pity him or blame him--well, you blamed him for almost starting a food fight and since he couldn't explain what overcame him in that moment, he accepted it--but you made sure he knew that you had been in his shoes and understood exactly how he felt.

His dependence on you made itself known when you got into the store. As much as you protested his arms latching around you immediately, he knew you secretly enjoyed the proximity and the sweetness that he lavished you with.

Hobbling down the aisles with him practically attached to you; whispered stories, jokes, and terms of endearment; and an occasional raspberry on your neck if and when you had differing opinions about a movie.

Eddie thought The Outsiders was a good movie. You preferred the book. Which was fine. You tried to tell him Rob Lowe was cute, though; that earned you some punishment.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you never had a crush on a celebrity," you snorted and squealed and tried to free yourself from his grasp. Which you did successfully as your words made him freeze. "Or like...a character from a tv show or something."

You didn't know how close to the truth you were.

He felt his world tilt on its axis as you kept browsing and spouting off names and laughing, and with each celebrity or character you named, the more he thought of Port Geneva with intense clarity.

He could hear the theme song, see the neon text of the closing card, and feel his heart skip a beat when you'd show up on screen and greet your friends "Hey guys!"

"Hey guys!" your same voice rang from the other side of the partition of tapes, same emphasis and volume and cheer as you would on tv, as you greeted Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington. "Are those new?"

"Mmhmm," Robin affirmed. "Technically they were supposed to go out yesterday for the weekend, but someone was too busy flirting with Melanie Hartford."

Steve's embarrassed trip-up over a response was overshadowed as you called out.

"Hey Eddie, come here, I think they're putting out some new movies."

Eddie took a breath to compose himself, carefully placed the mask of cool and adoring boyfriend back on, and then rounded the corner to join you.

"If it's Death Wish 3 on tape, it wasn't that goo--" Eddie trailed off as he stopped in his tracks.

He understood why Steve sounded so embarrassed.

Eddie mainly steered clear of Steve Harrington over the years; yeah he was a shithead and a bit of a bully, but especially since the Freshman insisted that Steve was a nice guy, he'd tried to put it all in the past. Best not think of King Steve and all of the opportunities and advantages that he'd gotten, no matter how good of a guy they claimed he was.

Knowing Harrington's reputation and then fall from grace over the past few months though, he wondered if Steve had ever had some unreciprocated crush before.

Because he was certainly acting like he had a crush in front of you.

A crush on you.

Eddie knew what it looked like when someone had a crush; shit, he'd felt that way plenty of times over the years. The shifting eyes, the nervous stuttering. He'd gotten pretty good at hiding it, being able to put on the cool guy front. But Steve was doing it all out in the open.

Steve watched as you and Robin passed tapes back and forth--watched you more than Robin, actually--threw a comment in every now and again. When he cracked a joke, his eyes slid directly to you, and when you laughed, he beamed brightly.

And Eddie didn't know what he was more grateful for: the fact that you seemed oblivious to it all, or that he was there to witness it and put an end to it.

He tamped down the fire that built up inside of him and closed the distance; he threw an arm over your shoulder with a cool greeting to Robin and Steve.

"I've never even heard of some of these movies, have you?" Robin asked with some bewilderment.

"I don't know, this one sounds familiar," you hummed thoughtfully.

"See that's what I told Rob," Steve interjected and Eddie grit his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Robin scoffed.

"Isn't this the girl from Legend?" You held up a video box to Eddie to show him. He couldn't be bothered to really notice the titles of the movies on display--Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Lost Boys, Lethal Weapon--and instead he chose to press a kiss to the side of your head and continue glaring at Steve.

You turned back to Robin.

"Do you guys have Legend? I saw it when it came out but it'd be nice to see it again."

"I can show you!" Steve jumped at the chance, but Robin rolled her eyes and pushed him away.

"I've got this dingus," she waved at the tapes on the counter. "If you could finish processing these like you should've done yesterday?"

Steve huffed as you and Robin walked away, but Eddie stayed behind. He leaned over the counter, elbows resting against the edge.

"How've things been Harrington?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Uhh," Steve shrugged but pointedly ignored Eddie's eyes. "Good, fine."

"Did I overhear Buckley right? Going on dates? You finally over Nancy Wheeler," Eddie's voice got progressively louder.

"What the--listen keep your voice down, Jesus," Steve laughed nervously, gaze shifting in the direction that you and Robin had disappeared. "A guy's gotta move on. Can't be lovesick over Nance forever."

Eddie plastered a fake smile on his face and laughed heartily.

"Yeah? Gotta find someone else to obsess over?" The smile dropped almost immediately and he became dead-eyed. "Stop making goo-goo eyes at my girlfriend."

"Hey, Munson, I'm sorry--" Steve held his hands out innocently. "She just came in one day and I thought she was cute; I didn't know that you were--"

"I'm sorry," Eddie mimicked Steve, standing stiff and straight with shaking hands. "I didn't know the freak could have a girlfriend."

He reached across the counter and grabbed Steve by the vest and pulled him forward, close enough so he could get in his face.

"Don't look at her again, don't talk to her again," he hissed. "You can have literally any other girl in Hawkins, King Steve. So you better get over your crush fast."

Yeah, it was harsh, and in hindsight he should have been a little nicer about it. But after everything had compounded on him all week, it was nice to just be a raging asshole like everyone expected him to be.

Unfortunately, you had never experienced Eddie The Villain Munson.

"Eddie, what the hell!" you exclaimed as you appeared in his peripheral vision.

Until right that second.

"Let him go, what are you doing?" you rushed forward and slapped at his hands to get him to release Steve. He did, but continued to glare as he backed away and took several calming breaths.

"Hey, in all honesty," Robin laughed nervously as she returned to the counter. "Dudley Do-Right here probably said something dumb and deserved it."

"What's going on?" you ignored her and whispered to Eddie. "I thought we were just gonna have a relaxing day. You were fine two seconds ago. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he deflected. "Don't worry about it."

"We can just go home and hang out like you wanted; you said Wayne has some Bonanza reruns on tape. We can laugh at Hoss and Little Joe and--"

His eyes went wide; the Bonanza tapes were by the TV, mixed up with the Port Geneva tapes.

"No!" he shouted aggressively...defensively; it startled you. "No Bonanza!"

"Oh...kay."

Then your whole demeanor changed.

You crossed your arms in front of you and your eyes went cold and distant; you frowned, deep enough to create lines on your forehead and around your mouth. You suddenly looked a lot older than you were, aged by disappointment and...guilt maybe? He didn't know. He'd never seen you like that before, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Let's uhh...let's just go," you offered quickly, then apologized to Steve and Robin for taking their time.

"Hey wait, I'm sorry," he tried to apologize. "We can still get a movie and hang out. I just...I don't know...I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"No, I...I forgot Bev said she might need some extra help today. Making some changes, I don't know. I need to go in. It's my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sweetheart wait!" he called out as you walked out of the store and towards your car. He looked back at Robin and Steve, who pointedly avoided looking at him, and then huffed a sigh and followed you.

The ride back to Forest Hills was tense and silent.

Eddie knew he fucked up, knew he hurt you, but didn't know what to say or how to fix it.

"What the fuck is wrong with Eddie Munson?"

That was the question of the week, and now even Eddie was asking it of himself. Especially since he couldn't even control himself.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to you when you parked in front of his place. "I don't know...I'm just sorry."

"It's ok," you shook your head. "Seriously Eddie, don't worry about it. You just had a bad week. I need to go to work. We'll hang out another time."

"I'll call you tonight," he promised. "After work."

"Sure," you offered a tight-lipped smile. "Just rest today ok? And feel better."

"Yeah."

"Everything's gonna be ok."

"I know."

He leaned over and gave you a kiss and there was something about the way that you kissed him...that made his heart ache, and he didn't know why.

Eddie watched as you drove away, off to the Hideout to help Bev, or whatever else you could do if it ended up being a lie so you could just get away from him.

He'd fix it; he had to. He just got his wish, got you; he couldn't lose you. It would be the last straw.

He climbed up the porch steps, lost in his own thoughts, but when he opened the door--

"What the fuck?"

--all of his worries were forgotten, because the trailer was trashed.

Wayne was blissfully asleep on the fold-out bed, but there were piles of laundry on the couch, dirty dishes piled in the sink in the kitchen. Empty, crushed beer and soda cans littered the floor; honestly, there was just trash everywhere.

Eddie had only left an hour or two ago, and the trailer...well it might have had some clutter but at least it was tidy. It looked like an atomic bomb of trash had exploded in here.

If he had just been wondering what was wrong with him, he was suddenly wondering what was wrong with the universe again.

"What the fuck?"

The rest of the weekend had been spent cleaning.

Not tidying, literally cleaning.

He'd tried to ask Wayne about it all--maybe some weird trash bandit had come or kids trying to pull a prank, it wasn't like they really locked their doors--but what was even more suspicious was that Wayne didn't blink an eye at the mess.

"I work, you have school," he shook his head and tried to go back to sleep. "Chores pile up kid. That's the way it's always been. We'll get ahead of it again eventually."

And that just made Eddie feel bad; had it actually been this bad all along and he never realized it? Had Wayne done all this cleaning and housework on his own and now the weariness and the years just started to catch up? It must've only gotten worse now that Eddie lived with him.

So Eddie kept his head down and his mouth shut and tried to make it all better.

He cleaned and cleaned, and it seemed that no matter how much he cleaned, everything only got worse. The laundry on the sofa had been put away--more laundry than Eddie or Wayne really even had clothes to be honest. The fridge was somehow both empty--even though he'd just remembered to do a little grocery shopping...or had that been the other day--and full of rotten food at the same time. There was plenty of beer though. The dishes were all cleaned and spotless, only for him to come home from school on Monday afternoon to find them all to be right back again. Has they even used real dishes? Not that he could recall.

Fuck.

He complained to you on the phone late Saturday night--

"I don't know how it happened. It's like suddenly out of the blue it all just...appeared."

"Wayne didn't hold a secret party while we were out?" you asked, although your voice seemed stiff...distant.

"He just rolled right over and went back to sleep."

--but aside from some sympathy, you didn't seem to think anything was weird.

Hell, even his friends didn't seem suspicious.

"The trailer is always dirty," Gareth scoffed at practice on Monday night. "Like...no offense man, it's a trailer park, what do you expect."

It took everything in Eddie not to knock his buddy out right then and there; how many times had he told them how awful and stereotypical that kind of idea was. How hurtful people were when they found out he'd moved in with Wayne. Only for Gare to come back and spit it back at him again?

Instead he put that hateful energy into coming up with some kind of way to make you...forgive him...or love him again or something. He'd floated the idea of a ballad or some kind of love song to the guys at practice, ready to wow you on Tuesday night at the Hideout.

They hemmed and hawed but after he promised they'd all roll with advantage during the following Friday's session, they agreed and even suggested songs to get him back in your good graces.

Now it was Tuesday night. Time had passed by in a flash and he was standing at the door to the Hideout, ready to knock your socks off.

The guys were inside already, setting up, but he'd needed a moment to think of what to say to you.

He paced in the gravel, thought about his apology, thought about the song that he'd picked. The last song of the set, one he'd dedicate to you.

It would be perfect.

He mustered up the courage and walked inside, only to be hit by shock once again.

How many times could someone utter the words "what the fuck" in one week? Eddie had to be going for a world record.

When Eddie had suggested the Hideout when you mentioned looking for jobs, he'd warned you that Bev was a curmudgeon but the nicest curmudgeon you'd meet, and that the bar itself was, affectionately, a shithole. A house turned into a bar on the side of the highway, with a bunch of plywood in the corner that doubled as a stage, a makeshift bartop that was probably older than his uncle, and chipped glasses.

Now, it was almost...nice?

With an actual small, raised stage and a few spotlights hanging from the ceiling, neon signs boasting brands like Old Style and Coors--something Bev had always said was just the glitter and not the gold--and a sleek black bar with a marble top and comfortable-looking barstools. And it all had Eddie wondering if he'd stepped into the Twilight Zone.

That was it right? That had to be it. He'd stepped into the Twilight Zone the minute you'd showed up outside of his trailer and he hadn't returned to the real world since.

"Hey, there you are," you approached him from behind the bar with a tense smile. "The guys were wondering when you'd come in. I got them all cherry cokes to shut them up."

"You didn't have to buy them drinks," Eddie shook his head. "They don't deserve it."

"On the house," you reassured him.

"I'm sorry," he choked on air. "On the...on the house? On the house meaning...Bev's treating? Bev who must've secretly won the lottery or something? Look at all of this." He gestured around the bar and then lifted his feet. "The floors aren't even sticky."

"I told you that she was making changes," you shrugged, but refused to meet his eyes.

"Changes, not...a full renovation, wow." He looked around in awe, then squinted when he saw something on one of the tables. "She even sprung for printed napkins too."

"Yeah," you laughed nervously. "Guess she did. It's as much of a shock to me as it is to you. You, uh, better get the guys before they cause too much trouble."

"Yeah I should," he nodded slowly, but grabbed your wrist when you tried to walk away. "I know I've said it a million times sweetheart but I'm sorry I scared you."

"You didn't Ed, I promise," you tried to smile but it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Can we talk maybe? After the set? Like really talk? I'll even wipe the tables off for you." You hesitated but nodded, and he gave you the briefest peck on the cheek before running down the back hallway to the little smokers exit to find the guys.

Only to find them in a legitimate green room in what he was sure used to be the storage room where Bev kept the kegs. His friends were all laid out along leather couches that sat along the perimeter of the room, sipping their cherry cokes and chatting. There was a coffee table right in the center laden with snacks and magazines.

"Man," he commented with a whistle, alerting the guys to his presence. "Can you guys believe this?"

"I know," Jeff giggled maniacally and then reached out to grab a bag of peanut M&M's. "Brand name snacks, and not the generic kind we usually get."

"Makes me feel like we're about to hit it big," Dave agreed.

Eddie tripped over his words for a second, not entirely sure that they were as astounded by the Hideout's transformation as he was, but he shook off the bewilderment to tell them it was time to go perform.

They raced back down the hall to the stage, and although the bar had just been empty when he walked in--save for you and some of the regulars slumped in their seats--there was definitely a crowd. Or the beginnings of one. A couple canoodling at a table, a few college-aged people ordering beers, and a group for a bachelorette party or something at the large booth that had been installed in the corner by the door.

"Wow," Eddie breathed out, nerves suddenly overtaking him. They'd never played a crowd like this before. "Hope they like metal."

And they did. They were head banging and once they were familiar enough with the lyrics a few people were singing along.

It was invigorating. Refreshing. Aside from the handful of people who'd been involved in the whole...record label fiasco, he'd really never experienced this many people who were excited for his sound. Their sound.

He wasn't gonna betray his friends, his band, like that again.

There were a few songs that Jeff and Gareth suggested that weren't originally on their setlist, and they really weren't metal technically, but they all knew the songs and the crowd was excited for them, so he couldn't complain.

Towards the end of the set, he felt his stomach churn with nerves again. Worse now, because it was time.

"Uh," he stepped up to the microphone, a little too close as it squeaked with feedback. "Hey guys, thanks for uh...thanks for coming out. Make sure you...tip your bartender...and her lovely assistant." He gestured over to you and a grumpy-looking Bev at the bar.

The audience clapped, even the handful of drunk regulars.

"Now uh, speaking of the lovely assistant, I...um..." he cleared his throat and looked down at his guitar. "I might have messed some stuff up with her the other day, and I know she's still a little mad at me. So sweetheart, without further ado, this one's for you. Corroded Coffin's rendition of..."

He paused. Froze.

The words were right on the tip of his tongue: All Through The Night.

They'd practiced it for hours, really making the cover theirs. They added all sorts of guitar riffs and a sick solo that ended with him sending a kiss across the bar to you. It was supposed to be perfect.

He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Corroded Coffin's All..." He shook, struggled to get the words out. "All...All My Only Dreams. Enjoy."

What the fuck? What the fuck?

He felt that out of body experience again, just like he had in the cafeteria, as his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar and Gareth and Dave set a slow beat.

It felt like some bad knockoff song from the 60's. Maybe something he heard on one of his mom's records. But he couldn't place it.

What was this song? How did the guys know it? Why had he said that? What was All My Only Dreams?

It was certainly not metal. Certainly not music.

"Every night I pray, I'll have you here someday," he felt himself sing. "I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might..."

He stared at you across the bar as the song continued, out of his control; the couple stood from their table and began swaying back and forth and you stood there behind the bar, wide-eyed with a hand covering your mouth. In shock or disbelief or pain he couldn't quite tell.

"Every waking hour it seems, I only have you in my dreams."

All he knew was, this song kept going and going and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Couldn't stop himself from playing or singing, couldn't stop Jeff from harmonizing with him on certain verses.

Until the song was over.

"If I could have just one request, stay with me girl I'll confess, all my only dreams."

He strummed the last few notes, and as soon as the audience started clapping, he felt whatever puppet strings get cut, felt himself in control again.

Eddie panicked. He didn't even wait for the applause to be over, didn't thank the crowd like he usually would. He just swung the guitar over his shoulder and jumped off the stage with the guys hot on his heels.

"What's going on?" Gareth hollered after him.

"Yeah Ed, where are you going?" Jeff caught up to him and tried to put a hand out to stop him, but Eddie just shrugged him away.

"That was our best performance ever," Dave insisted. "And applause on an original song to boot."

Eddie froze as he reached the green room, and then turned on his friends, hackles raised.

"Original song." He parroted. "Original song? That wasn't an original song!"

"Yeah it was," Jeff nodded. "All My Only Dreams. You made us practice it all night last night so it was perfect."

"We practiced All Through the Night," he laughed dryly. "Are you high right now Jeff? Fuck, am I high right now?"

"Are you?" Gareth exclaimed. "Because I didn't just learn that song so you could make it up to your girlfriend just so you could act crazy like this man."

Jeff walked over to the pile of their stuff in the corner of the room, and fished a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his backpack.

"Here I'll prove it to you," he grumbled and unfolded it. "All My Only Dreams. By Eddie Munson."

He shoved the paper into Eddie's hands and Eddie stared at it in disbelief. His handwriting, again, with words that he didn't remember writing. A little heart in the corner with your name scribbled inside of it, just like he did in his school notebook sometimes.

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself, and then looked up at his friends, suddenly lightheaded and sick.

He felt angry, he felt like crying, he felt like...like everything in the world was turning upside down on him and it was some kind of cruel joke that everyone was in on but him.

He opened his mouth to start yelling, when your head appeared behind the guys.

"Hey, 'scuse me guys," you announced your presence and Dave, Jeff, and Gareth all parted so Eddie had a full view of you.

You looked just as sick as he felt. Your face was crumpled in a terrible pensive frown, hands wrung together in front of you.

"Can you give me and Eddie a few minutes alone? While you all break down your stuff?" you asked softly, and Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach as the others left.

You closed the door to the green room behind you and then took a few deep breaths.

This was it.

You were gonna break up with him.

The universe was cruel to let Eddie have you, only to play these games and lose you in such a short amount of time.

He was so caught up in the panic of possibly losing you that he didn't notice you talking until you were right in front of him. Your hands cradled his face and you stared into his eyes, your own full of worry.

"Eddie, Eddie are you ok?" you asked, voice edged with panic.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry...I was..."

"It's ok, don't worry," you reassured him. "It's...fuck...it's ok."

"Did you like the song?" he questioned, dumbly.

You let out a snort of laughter and then squished his face between your hands for a second.

"We need to talk," you whispered. "It's gonna be a lot. And it's not gonna be easy to hear, and I know you're gonna have a lot of questions, and I don't...I...fuck Ed...I'm so sorry."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I..." You looked lost for a second. "Eddie, I don't know how to answer that question. No...not really."

"Not really isn't no."

"Alright smartass," you scoffed. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. But that doesn't mean...doesn't mean that this thing we've got going on now isn't over. It's...what I'm gonna tell you right now is gonna change everything."

You helped him to sit down on one of the leather couches and then you paced back and forth, nervously chewing your thumbnail and looking for a way to start.

"This..." you began tentatively. "This isn't...real."

"So I am dreaming," he looked around for a moment. "Makes sense."

"No...you're not dreaming. It's just...well, ok, Ed. It's gonna be really hard to understand. But I'm gonna need you to tap into that big imagination of yours. Ok? Because God damn, if there was anyone I could get to understand, it's honestly you. Making up all sorts of stories and fantasies for Dungeons and Dragons.

“I’m sure you’ve started noticing things happening? Weird things, uncanny things, impossible things. And it’s making you go a little cross-eyed, a little crazy, makes you feel like you’re losing your mind because the only person who notices the changes…well it’s you. But it isn’t only you.

"This..." you waved around. "It's all real. It's a real world and we live in it. I'm real, you're real. I can touch you, kiss you. But it isn't. Not really."

He suddenly felt like you were talking down to him, and felt that irrational anger start to build again. You’d made sense up to a point. This was real, but it wasn't real, but it was real enough so he could kiss you? But somehow not real enough because you were bringing up stories he created for DnD, like it was all part of his imagination. But somehow he was also crazy?

"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded.

"Eddie," you took a breath and closed your eyes for a second. "This right now? Everything you see? This room, that song, me, and you?"

"Yeah."

"We're all fictional. We're all...in a fan fiction."

Next Chapter: Lore Dump

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[sophswritingthings]

a follow up to english! reader where reader decides to sneak into japan w mizu—how would their domestic life be like (did they adopt a cat, do they have a farm, does mizu continue to pretend to be a man so they can get married that kind of thingy ) and would ringo and taigen ever find out about reader and mizu

sorry if this doesn’t make sense i don’t request/ask much

pairing: mizu x english!reader

warning(s): the usual stuff (blood, swearing)

a/n: mizu adopting a cat,,,, yes!!! she would so just grab some cat off the street and be like “hmmm mine now”. she seems like a black cat person even if they’re considered “bad luck”

summary: after sneaking into japan with your partner, you both decide to settle down and live as quiet of a life as possible.

word count: 907 words / 4,500 characters

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you were sitting on one of the comfy pillows settled down in your house, a small black and white splotched item curled into your lap as you read a book you’d brought from england with you.

you looked up to see mizu stumbling in, a bit bloody and tired.

she lent down, first, without a word—kissing your forehead.

you smiled, looking up at her.

mizu had decided to stay a samurai; and stay pretending as a man—for her, and, for your safety. if she masked as a man—people would see your relationship as… “acceptable”.

“long day, huh, sweetheart?” you whispered.

she nods, rubbing her forehead, “mhm,” she hums the word, seeming tired as ever.

“you can go to bed,” you gently squeeze her hand. “I can host taigen and ringo.”

oh, yes, taigen and ringo.

you’d met them—albeit accidentally—when you’d come to japan within the first few months. mizu had planned to keep you a secret; especially from a man like taigen, but that became increasingly hard when the samurai would show up unannounced. 

so she just let him find out on his own; find out you were an english woman, from england itself, and that she was in a relationship with you.

surprisingly, he’d agreed not to tell.

ringo, on the other hand, was told straight away. you could see mizu did truly trust the man who once called himself her “apprentice”. 

and you quite liked him; he was kind and was very brave, despite his obvious disability. and you couldn’t deny the man made good noddles.

“no, no…” she mumbled, leaning down to pet the cat sitting in your lap, “I can stay awake a bit longer.”

“are you sure?” you cock your head, “you look like you’re about to pass out.”

she groaned, “that’s because I may,” she hauled herself into your shared bedroom.

you frowned. you always knew mizu overworked herself, but you hadn’t guessed it was so bad.

the door fell open, taigen and ringo on the other-side.

“hello, boys,” you say with that posh english accent of yours, smiling, “mizu’ll be a moment, she just got home. she’s just getting changed and is cleaning up.”

“sounds good! I’ll start on the noddles,” ringo made his way hastily into the kitchen. meanwhile, taigen stayed and greeted you kindly.

maybe he wasn’t your favorite person, considering what mizu told you about him, but he was never rude to you.

that’s when mizu appeared from your bedroom—and made a beeline for the kitchen. seems she wanted to talk to ringo; or really needed some kind of energy.

taigen suddenly followed, leaving you alone in the room once more.

you could hear the three talking. faintly, quietly, but they were talking.

and what were they talking about that it looked they didn’t want you to hear?

“my love?” you call to mizu, hearing feet stir gently and begin to come toward you. “what are you three boys chatting about in there that you don’t want the lady to know, hm?”

she chuckled weakly, sliding in to sit behind you. she wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms draped around your neck.

“nothing you need to worry about,” she murmured into your ear. she looked as if she were about to fall asleep.

"you could go to sleep," you whisper, slotting your hand into hers. "I'll wake you up when the food is done, mm?"

mizu nodded slowly, to your surprise. she kissed your shoulder a few times before falling asleep tucked into your body.

you slowly rock her awake, when you the scent of ringo's cooking float into the room. the food they had here in japan was never your favorite, but you were getting used to it with time--especially ringo's cooking.

"eat, my love," you whisper to her as she raises her head. you hand her a bowl of food, eat hing as she slowly and quietly began to eat.

after a few hours of eating and chatting, ringo and taiga disappeared into the cold. it left you and mizu, wrapped up in one another's gentle embrace.

your head rested against her chest, her fingers playing with yours. she had you wrapped around her finger, both figuratively and literarily.

"I did have something I wanted to ask you," she says, her voice right near your ear.

"hmm? and what's that?" you hum rather sleepily, "is that what you boys were talking about..?"

"m.. mhm," she seems hesitant. she shifts herself so you're both sitting upward. you gaze at her, wondering what she was on about. "im not exactly sure how they do this in england, but i.. bought this before we left."

your eyes widen. she pulls a sparkling ring from her pocket.

"t-they, um, usually get down on one knee.." you mumble, wiping the tears pooling in your eyes.

she chuckles, adjusting herself to be sitting on one knee.

"at first I was very.. hesitant, to take you back to japan, with me," she begins. "but now I feel I would have absolutely spent the rest of my life regretting it if I didn't. would you.. marry me?"

you nod and you nod, laughing and smiling as tears poured from your eyes, "yes--yes, of course I will," you whisper through your tears.

she takes your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger.

she took your hand to her lips, kissing the sparkling diamond ring.

"I can't wait to call you my wife."

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a/n: someone left another ask that perfectly follows this up so expect that soon!

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #x reader #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request

[holylulusworld]

Big Grump

Summary: Your best friend’s friend is annoying.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: banter, language, snowed in, enemies to…?, a hint of fluff

"Barnes, stop with that grimace or your face will stay like this one day,” you tut as Bucky won’t stop making a face.

He scowls at you. It wasn’t in his plans to spend the evening with you, not his best friend Steve. Now he’s stuck with you at Steve’s cabin, in the middle of a snowstorm. Steve won’t make it to your planned getaway and Bucky, well, he’s fuming.

“My face is none of your business.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“It is when I have to spend time with you,” you bite back, a little too harshly. “What if your face stays like that and I can’t call an ambulance.” You smirk darkly.

“Even then I’ll look better than any guy you ever dated,” he smirks at you, blue eyes sparkling when you get up from your seat.

“You never met one of my dates, Barnes. Stop acting as if you are the gift to womanhood. You’re nothing but a walking STD.”

“Careful now,” he snarls. “I killed people for less. Stop disrespecting me! I won’t shelter your life.”

“If you kill me, Stevie will kill you,” you sass back. “He will avenge his best friend.” You snicker. Bucky’s features darken and he pouts. “What is it, Barnes?”

“I’m his best friend. And I got my reasons for killing you,” Bucky grunts. He shakes his head and decides to just ignore your existence. “I can only hope the snow melts fast.”

“Why? Do you have a date? Aw, do you want to spread more love, Barnes?”

Bucky gets up from the couch. If he must spend time with you at the cabin, he won’t do it sober. “Just shut up and stop being a brat.”

“Now where is the fun in that?” You follow Bucky around the cabin only to tease him some more. “Do you want to play a game?”

“How about the silent game?” Bucky opens the cabinet in the kitchen to find alcohol. “Damn it, Stevie. Where is the booze?”

He sighs. No. This can’t be. Why is there no alcohol at the cabin?

“If you play a game with me, I’ll tell you where Stevie is hiding the good stuff,” you grin at Bucky. “Come on, live a little.”

“No, thanks.” He turns to leave the kitchen. “I will find something to drink…somewhere.”

“Seriously?” You sigh deeply. “Can you not act like a decent person for once? I know that you do not like me, but we are stuck in the cabin. I will miss a date with that cute guy I met, and you are the only person around.”

“I don’t like you?” He turns around, brows furrowed. “You do not like me!”

“That’s not true!” You talk back. “I tried to give you a chance because you are Steve’s friend. All you did was talk low about me. I know I’m not a big bad mafia boss or shit, but I stand my ground every day of the week.”

“I never—” Bucky looks offended. “I never said something like that. I think it’s great, that you are not part of the business, but like Steve as if he’s a normal guy. You never treated him differently.”

“He’s my friend. I don’t care about his profession,” you shrug. “He took over his father’s business, is all. Steve is a good man who does bad things sometimes to protect what belongs to him. I know people who aren’t in his line of business and did worse things.”

“Hmmm…” Bucky nods thoughtfully. “What do you think about me?”

“You’re a jerk,” you smirk. “But you are not a bad guy.”

“If you tell me where Stevie is hiding his booze, I’ll play a game with you.”

“Alright!” You clap your hands. “But be aware, we are going to play truth or dare.”

Bucky swallows thickly as you walk back inside the living room to get the booze. He’s not sure if it’s a good idea to play truth or dare with you when he's drinking.

He could let the truth about his feelings for you slip. And this can never happen. Steve would kill him...

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

#Big Grump #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #mobster!bucky #mafia au #bucky barnes x you #mobster!bucky barnes #drabble

[reashot]

What Ruby wants for her V-day. 💝🥧

Qrow: Hey kid. Nice seeing you here all alone on Valentine day. At least I know I'm not the only alone in this dreadful day *chuckles*. So you and Ruby really not having anything planned for today?

Jaune: *sigh* It's nothing like that. Instructor Branwen. Originally I actually have a plan with Ruby for valentine day, but she kept pestering me to give her something else instead...

Flashback....

Ruby: Hey, you know what would be good to have for valentine day. A creampie... 🥧

Ruby: Oh Jaune~ you have got to give me a creampie for Valentine's. 🥧

Ruby: Jaune! I want a Creampie! I want you to Cream my Pie. I want you to stick your batter inside of me and unload everything inside!!!! 🥧

End of Flashback.

Jaune: But because she didn't tell me what type of cream pie she wanted. I have to go to every cake shops looking for a cream pie she might like.

Qrow: ........ Right. And did you find something?

Jaune: Not really and when I asked all the employees when she said she wanted a cream pie for Valentine's, they just give me a strange look for some reason.

Say, is cream pie really that weird to give for Valentine's day?

Qrow: *facepalm* (Tai, now I understand why you don't want Ruby to end up with him)

No it's not... Anyway you should just go with what you have planned for Ruby.

Jaune: But I still haven't gotten Ruby her pie yet!

Qrow: Look trust me. Ruby just wants to spend time with you. She's not really want you to actually give her a pie...

(At least not the pie you're thinking about.)

Jaune: Hmmm.... So she just want to spend time with me on valentine's day?

Qrow: Now you getting it, dum-dum. So go ahead and ask her out. Remember the worst thing she can say to you is no...

Winter: There you are! You lazy oaf, I've been looking all over for you. You thought you can skip work and during my watch no less. *starts dragging Qrow away*

Qrow: *sigh* Yes dear, whatever you say...

Winter: D-don't say something that someone can misinterpreted. Honestly how stupid can you be...

Jaune: Bye Instructor Branwen...

Meanwhile within earshot of the conversation

Bleiss: (So Jaune about to go on a date with Ruby, eh? Not if I have anything to say about it)

Originally this was supposed to drop 2 days ago but Tumblr for some reason refuse to let me post this.

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[rius-cave]

You've said from your lick.comic that Lucifer becomes attracted to Adam not long after and Adam is basically dealing with gay panic.

How long after that do they sleep together and how does it happen??

Ooohhh nonny

It wouldn't take too long after it. Hmmm, in fact, I have a comic planned down the line that fits very nicely as a continuation, I might tweak the script a bit to fit it better, so we'll see.

However that comic is gonna be kinda dub-cony and with some coercion so I'll propose an alternative if that's not your thing lol

After the events of that comic, Adam is effectively UNEASY around Lucifer. He can't even look him in the eye, he's actively avoiding him. He's apologized (begrudgingly) to Charlie and he's actually behaving well with the hotel gang.... Except when Lucifer is around. He gets pissy, short-fused, snappy, etc.

Lucifer meanwhile has the spark of attraction ignited inside of him, he looks at Adam with... Not uninterested eyes, but he has a much better hold of himself, he doesn't really act differently or is trying to seduce him further, it's just kind of in the back of his mind for now.

However he IS getting pissed off at Adam's attitude and how he's CLEARLY avoiding him. He briefly wonders if it's because he's just being a fucking brat.

This goes on for AT LEAST two weeks until Adam says something stupid and tries to flee from Lucifer's presence again and Lucifer is like "okay that's it".

Lucifer pulls Adam to a room with just the two of them alone and they have this discussion:

"okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fucking spill it."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! Let me go already!"

"Not until you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Come on it's been weeks."

"NOTHING! Goddammit-! This is fucking stupid!"

"Adam I'm not an idiot, please just-"

Lucifer tries to grab his arm but Adam flinches away from it.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU-!" he yells, loudly, and there's a very obvious blush on his face.

Lucifer looks at him, really looks at him, and then it all clicks for him.

"Holy shit, are you telling me-"

"IM NOT SAYING SHIT. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."

"No fucking way," Lucifer's face starts breaking into a smile. "For real? That little teasing got to you this bad?"

"I DON'T-! NO! SHUT UP!"

"Ohoho, this is so rich! Who would've thought!" Lucifer smirks, getting closer to Adam and adopting a much more flirty demeanor. "That the so called Dickmaster would want a piece of lil ol me?"

"SHUT UP FREAK, OF COURSE I DO NOT!"

"Hey, no judgement here, you should've just told me you needed to get laid that badly instead of piss and moan for days. Really buddy, it would've made things so much easier."

"LIKE HELL IT WOULD! I don't want you near me! Get away from me!"

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow but doesn't flinch, he starts circling Adam, as if he was prey. Adam just follows his shadow, still trying to hold on to his little secret. When Lucifer speaks again, it seems to come from everywhere at once.

"If you insist, I'll leave you alone for now. But really Adam, you just say the word and I'll make you reach Heaven again. I'll make you see more stars than you ever knew existed. See more colors than there are in the rainbow."

Adam gulps, and he panics internally when he realizes that he's starting to get hard. However, Lucifer doesn't seem to notice because then he feels Lucifer squeezing his ass, eliciting a yelp from him, and then next thing he knows Lucifer is back at the door frame, all the tension in the room dissipating.

"My door's always open! Well then, pal! Hope ya get your shit together! Don't make daddy mad~" he adds that last part with a velvety tone, and then disappears.

"Fuck..."

Not a full 24 hrs pass before Adam is knocking quietly in Lucifer's door (his new temporary room in the hotel) and Lucifer greets him with a smirk. They close and lock the door behind them. The end.

#me: I'll just write a quick response for this #also me: writes this whole ass thing #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask #man now i really wanns rework thst whole script for that comic LOL

[l0vergirlwrites]

rick grimes intimacy headcanons

warnings: mentions of intimacy, mentions of sex, some angst & fluff.

one of rick’s hands always rested on your lower back without fail. it had been something he developed when the group was on the road to washington d.c., & it continued during your time at alexandria. you liked to think he did it so he could keep you close. rick felt that it was just a precaution so he’d know you’d be in arms reach—just a little safety thing. he’d typically rub his thumb along your back too, knowing it’d make you smile.

your thing was ruffling rick’s hair. feeling his curls mesh between your fingers was always something you cherished because of the setting—whether you both were cuddling in bed, helping rick with his hair in the morning when the curls weren’t looking right, turning a serious moment into something sweet—it was a moment you could spend with him alone, not thinking about walkers, danger, responsibilities—you could just be yourselves & unwind.

“you look cute like this. i should get the camera” you laughed at rick as your fingers cascaded through his hair with a wide tooth comb.

“shut up” he scrunched his nose with a smile, leaning his head towards yours for a quick kiss to in fact shut you up.

you tended to rest your head on rick’s shoulder a lot, & he never minded. he’d often suggest you’d do it to catch a few minutes of sleep when you’re on runs, sitting through council meetings, etc. you’d do the same for him, knowing he needed more sleep than you since he was the main leader around here.

“hey, you tired?” rick asked, nudging your arm to make your eyes flutter open. you both were on watch.

“just a little…” you yawned, shaking your head as you inhaled.

rick would nod his head, motioning you to come closer, & once your head rested on his shoulder, he’d turn to press a kiss on yours.

you both would try to keep pda to a minimum when the group was around, but there were moments where you both would ignore it for the sake of the situation. a quick kiss before splitting up to complete a plan, quick whispers of “be careful” as lips brushed, wrapping an arm around each other while keeping watch, etc.

your first time having sex with rick was special. it wasn’t rushed or too rough—it was slow, loving & sweeter than honey. touches lingered, chests heaved, & all the sensations felt like heaven. you’d whisper sweet nothings in his ear when his head ducked into your neck. he’d whisper words of praise as he practically worshiped your body.

“you’re perfect rick, god—so perfect”

“that’s it, hmmm… good girl—you’re doing so good for me”

“i love you, i love you”

“you feeling good? tell me” “yeah—really good, just like that—“

you were known to have nervous breakdowns every now & then. when they’d bubble up, you’d try to go somewhere quiet or away from the group so you could have some privacy as you tried calming down. whenever rick was around to see you in this state, he’d excuse himself from the group, saying that daryl or carol would be in charge. rick would put a hand on your shoulder while your arms would be crossed on your chest. he’d ask if you needed to sit down, or if you needed water. if you said no to both, he’d gently pull you into his arms with one hand rubbing your back & the other holding your head against his shoulder.

“hey, it’s alright. let it out, i’m here. not gonna let you go”

“i got ya y/n… okay? you’re all good”

when rick would have breakdowns of his own, he’d hide his face in your neck & hold onto you as a lifeline—sometimes his grip would be really tight, but you didn’t mind. you’d run your hands through his hair a little, as well as his back.

“you can let it out—don’t have to be strong all the time”

“i’m here for you. you’ll always have me, no questions asked”

“we’ll be okay rick, promise”

rick would usually be the big spoon, but that would change on certain occasions, especially if he was overly stressed or ridden with grief. some nights he may not hold onto you too tight, but something as simple like holding your hand or letting your legs rest on top of his would be enough.

your favourite spot to kiss him—besides his lips— would be his temple.

rick’s favourite spot to kiss you—besides your lips— would be on the apple of your cheek.

#intimacy #headcanon #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes #rick grimes twd #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes imagine #andrew lincoln fluff #andrew lincoln #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #andrew lincoln imagine #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #andy lincoln #I LOVE ANDREW LINCOLN 🫶🏽

[beomcoups]

The Athlete (bonus)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: footballer!Hoshi x journalist!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:  fluff, smut, footballer au, established relationship au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lots of kissing, unprotected sex, missionary, swallowing, throat grabbing, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting (I'm so embarrassed)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are assigned to do an interview with Kwon Soonyoung, the trailblazing athlete everyone calls Hoshi. But as you spend more time with him, you start to see there are more layers to him than football.

𝐀𝐍: Surprise! I did not plan on making a bonus chapter to this fic but I I suddenly got this idea to write this drabble. It’s kind of an epilogue to the the original fic (you can read it here if you haven’t) . Thank you @hobeemin​  for looking over this at the very last minute lol. 

Happy birthday baby Hoshi!

“Hey, baby.”

You are pampered with kisses from your forehead down to your lips. You were in a deep sleep, the festivities from a late night knocking you out cold with sore thighs as a result. Hoshi lifts the blanket off you, revealing your naked body to the cool air from the ac. His attempt to wake you is working and your body reacts as his lips trail down your back, leaving you with giggles. “Hi,” you mumble. “I’m awake.” He turns you over, climbing over you and properly kissing you good morning. His body is warm and inviting, his muscular arms wrapping around you, making you feel safe and secure. It’s 

been two years since you’ve been together, and it’s the happiest you’ve ever been. You finally found someone that filled the void you felt since your dad died, besides your job as a journalist, who understood you and didn’t make you second guess yourself. He was your equal in every word. You love him with every beat of your heart. “I love you,” he expresses, his hands intertwining with yours. “You mean the world to me.” You nod, nothing else needing to be said because he knows; he knows your heart. Your head nuzzles on his neck, happiness not even coming close to how you feel. You then lift his face, wanting to make eye contact. “Do you love me more than tigers?” you kid. “Hmmm, maybe,” he quips, tickling your stomach. You erupt in belly laughs as he smothers you with more soft kisses. You could do nothing all day but lay in bed with him and laugh. And fuck. “You look beautiful,” he whispers, leaving you with one last kiss before getting up. “I think that ring on your finger may have something to do with it.” You glance at your left hand, a 14k white gold diamond engagement ring he surprised you with last night. You had a feeling he would propose, as he started randomly talking about taking a week-long vacation to the Maldives, and you caught him looking at random venues that could only be for weddings. He asked you to take this week off, and you obliged, happy to get out of town. You have always been confident that he would be the one you would spend the rest of your life with, and you are glad he proved you right. He leaves the room and returns, handing you bottled water from the mini-fridge from your suite to drink. “No,” you pout. “Come back to bed. I’m cold.” You reach out for him, pulling him back to bed and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel satisfied when he pulls you tighter, feeling his chest rise and lower on yours. “Now I have you forever,” you delight, kissing his cheek. “I’m never letting you go.” You did have every intention of holding him close, but you are also naked and horny; his earlier kisses put you in the mood. He grinds against your crotch, his fingers finding your center and rubbing it softly. He lifts slowly, lowering his sweats and revealing his hardened cock at your entrance. You bite your lip, your insides dripping with excitement as he enters you slowly. Your nails dig into his skin, his slow, deep strokes taking you out of this world. “This is what you wanted, right?” He grunts. “You’ve been craving me since you woke up, huh?” You chuckle, not even trying to deny the allegations. Hoshi already has you stuck under his thumb, you’re afraid. “You know me so well.” His thrusts become faster and more intense, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks you into your fourth orgasm in 24 hours. His hand slips against your neck, grasping it with a slight squeeze the way you like it. Your release comes shortly after, squirting all over him before you beg him to do it again. “Do it again,” you plead. “We have all morning.” He grins, lifting your sore legs over his shoulders and pounding you until you feel stars. The windows are open, and you are sure everyone will have your names on a first-name basis by the time this vacation is up. But you are in love and marrying the love of your life. You could give a damn. “Oh baby,” he exhales. “I’m almost there.” You nod fervently, desperate to get his load down his throat. He pulls out shortly after, unloading on your tongue with a labored gasp. He leaves your tongue saturated, ensuring you swallow before kissing you. Hoshi helps you off the bed, slapping your ass as you walk to the bathroom. Legs wobbly, you feel thoroughly fucked out; the need for a good shower calling your name right now. Knock, knock, knock! Your head cocks to the door, not expecting anyone to visit, and you lock eyes with Hoshi, who throws on his sweats quickly before opening the front door. “Hi,” a stern voice calls from the other side. “I know you are young and in love, and I am very happy for you. But can you be mindful of the noise? I am receiving noise complaints from other guests.’ Your face heats up in embarrassment as you hear him apologize, the lack of care you felt earlier replaced with being mortified. The last thing you need is to be on the latest blogger’s Instagram, with “exclusive” details about your sexcapades. He shuts the door quietly as you turn on the shower. “Did you hear that tiger?” he teases you. “You gotta keep it down.” “Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes, giggling. “Are you joining me?” You reach out to him, his lips curving into a big grin. “And yes, I will keep my hands to myself,” you promise. He quickly gets undressed, stepping into the spacious shower behind you and grabbing a cloth. “Let me take care of my girl.” You oblige, letting him wash your hair and body before you return the favor, sneaking kisses whenever possible. “And baby?” you beam at him. “Happy birthday.”

#caratswritersclub #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #svt fanfic #svt oneshot #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen drabble #soonyoung fanfic #soonyoung fluff #soonyoung smut #hoshi fanfic #hoshi fluff #hoshi smut #svt fluff #svt smut #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

[matenrou-fan]

hmmm could i request diavolo, lucifer and their fem!s/o having a threesome together maybe?;) either a fic or headcanons works, whichever you prefer

Diavolo x fem! s/o x Lucifer threesome

hii honey..! <3 I planned to make hc yet ended up writing the whole fic.. Also, writing for threesome is harder than usual NSFW so please don't be shy to tell if something is wrong!! ^^

femreader, drunk sex, oral (giving/receiving), teasing, begging, anal fingering (receiving), crempie, rough sex, double penetration;; 2474 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

How did you even was able to turn everything this way..?

Because Lucifer is kinda possessive. He is an avatar of pride after all and, despite his respect for his boss, it was kinda hard for him to think about you talking with Diavolo, let alone share you with the young Lord... But they said you just should fight fire with fire, aren't they?

So in one day, when you and Lucifer decided to pay a visit to Dia, just a small innocent visit, you decided to act. And soon instead of tea Barbatos served you three expensive Demonus, as you kept raising toast and having fun. Well, maybe the cunning servant quickly realized what you were planning to do, as he kept bringing more bottles of strong hellish wines.

And of course both of your targets got too much Demonus. As this devilish alcohol does not affect humans, it was kinda amusing to watch these two get drunk..

...well, before they both, without even talking properly about this to each other, lead you into Lord's bedroom.

"Don't worry that much, s/o.." - Dia mumble, trying to make his casual wide smile, yet it turns out more awkward and weak as he already can feel his dick twitching inside pants. Maybe he never admits it, yet he does have this type of fantasy with you and Luci before.

"Despite you having such a surprising look, I totally can tell you expected something like this, huh..?" - a low chuckle escaped Lucifer's mouth as he tried to unbutton his uniform.

Well.. otherwise you wouldn't encourage them to drink after drink, would you? So maybe he does have a point.. But who cares, if both demons are already bold enough to open their souls and show their deepest desires, as now, after they quench their thirst with infernal wine, hunger awoke in their bodies..

But before.. some long, steady foreplay as you sit on Lucifer's laps, back pressed to his chest. Warmth of his body makes you tingle, as he starts covering your whole neck and shoulders in kisses, bites and hickeys (he still wants to mark his territory).. While Dia's hands start caressing your body, slowly get down and remove the last pieces of your clothes, throwing away your skirt and panties. He indeed was kinda impatient, wanting nothing but to see your beautiful form in front of him, to taste his precious human.

"Such a beautiful view and just for me?" - he chuckled, stroking your trembling hips. Dia licks his lips, as his cloudy eyes admire your cunt, a storm of thoughts about all different things he can do now hits his mind and he looks up at you with a smug smirk.

..seeing the Demon Lord himself sitting here, between your thighs, with such a face was something and you can't help but whine, spreading your legs a little.

"Oh? It looks like our little doll is already so impatient.." - Lucifer smirks, sending shivers down your spine as his arms quickly caress you too, grasping on boobs, tickling waist, before getting to your heated core. Another whimper breaks from your mouth as you try to squirm a little.. But even though absolutely drunk, Dia was surprisingly strong, so he immediately catches your legs and holds them in place while Lucifer slowly spreads your pussy lips, revealing your already quite wet folds and pulsing clit to their hungry gazes..

"I think we shouldn't waste time, don't you think?" - Lucifer cooed, and it was kinda strange to see him being in charge of his boss, yet it looks like Diavolo doesn't mind at all, too busy admiring your naked body. And such phrase.. that was enough for him to go feral. Fast, hungry licks from the start as he makes your whole body shake from such intensive thrusts of his hot tongue. All you were able to do it's just moan, gripping Luci's hand. All thoughts fade away and your mind is absolutely blank, your whole body concentrated on your pulsing cunt. Dia was sloppy yet so fast and passionate, sucking your clit with such strength like all his life depends on it.. And Lucifer's hands on your breast as he keeps squeezing sensitive nipples between fingers doesn't help, but makes you even more aroused. All his touches were more accurate, because while Dia was completely lost in his urge to gobble you up hungrily, to savor every last drop of your juices, Luci was still in mind and wanted to tease you a little, to hear more of your shameful moans.. You can whine and whimper as much as you want, begging him to stop playing with your breast, he will not stop. After all, due to how you arch your back, moaning loud, you do enjoy such attention from them both, do you?

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..Just how much time passes? You don't know, as you get lost in pleasure, all the muscles tensed up as you feel another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach. Maybe it was your third orgasm? You can't clearly tell as Diavolo didn't stop even for a second, gladly sucking all your cum and keep abusing your folds more and more, as he just can't get enough.

"Mm? Are you close again?" - Luci cooed right in your ear, noticing how your breath became rapid and your hips moved in one rhythm with the aggressive fast thrust of Dia's tongue. While he's lick deep inside you, tight grip on your thighs so you wouldn't squirm too much, Luci also helps you reach the edge, squeezing, pushing and teasing your throbbing clit.

He can see your blushing face, as you bite your lip, trying to muffle such beautiful sounds, as you shut your eyes, oversensitive now with all these touches… You suddenly arch your back, freezing in place for a moment, and then a wave of goosebumps rush over you body, engulfing you in pleasure. Already weak voice get even more high pitched as you moan loudly, pushing your hips to Dia face. Needless to say that he keeps being glued to your pussy, enjoying the warmth of your folds..

Every small detail gets straight to both demons' memories, and Luci will totally tease you about that after.

But right now, when you are finally prepared well for something more, all that they want is to see more.. Your sweet taste and desperate whines had no more than whetted their appetite.

"Darling, please.." - Dia finally pulls away, looking at you with deep, hungry eyes, such a possessive gaze that makes you shiver. - "I can't take it any more..I need to feel you.."

That's when the real Lord's side, not that goofy and charming one, wakes up. As now all he wants is to drown in your body, to get as closer as he always wishes..

"Then i think it's time for our birdie to also work with her mouth, hm?" - Lucifer chuckles, and moves a little.

Without any words, they quickly change positions, laying you in bed on your stomach. Now, when you faced Lucifer, more exactly his hips, you noticed a hard bulge in his pants that was pushing your back all this time, making you wonder about how his dick looks.. Well now you also have the opportunity to taste it.

Then you suddenly gasp, feeling Dia's arms on your hips, grasping soft skin with greed. He already left so many bruises and hickeys on your inner thighs, yet now decided to mark your hips too.

With trembling hands, you slowly unzip Luci's pants, revealing a long cock in front of you, the tip of his head already in pre-cum. He chuckles, noticing how your eyes widened a little and patted your head.

"What's wrong? Afraid you can't take it?"

You just scoff and lick your lips, first just touching him with your arms, fingertips gently go over his whole length, low groans of prideful demon telling you how much he likes it, as grip on your hair gets a little stronger. While Dia finally got rid of his pants too, hands quickly wrapped around your ass again. Despite his whole body was aching for finally just fuck you, he still decided to prolong small foreplay, caressing your wet folds with his dick, soaking in your juices and mixing them with his precum.

"Mm.. Dia, please.." - you can't help but mumble, tickling the sensitive skin of Luci's dick with your hot breath, as your cunt was also aching for some wild, fast pounding. Dia's tongue was good, but you wanted to feel yourself full and stretched with something bigger..

You and him groan breathless at the same time as his head finally pushes into your walls, and he immediately thrust fully inside you, pressing your trembling hips to his. For a moment you both froze, hitted with pleasure, all your sensation concentrated in your pussy as you kept clenching around him, sinking his hot cock deeper and deeper. Too carried away, your grasp on the base of Lucifer's dick, mewling and whimpering. Well, maybe you do look cute with such a pathetic face but demon groans, getting impatient. With his hand on your hair he pushes your head closer to his pulsing glans, dominating sharp gaze tells you everything better than any words.

So you open your lips a little, placing a passionate kiss on the tip of his dick, slowly getting down and peppering his whole length with kisses. You just wanted to tease him too, and it looked like Luci kinda liked it, watching as you tried so hard to amuse him.

Yet it was kinda hard to concentrate when Dia started finally moving, stretching you open wide with his cock, as almost immediately he started with a fast pace, too hungry for any slow gentle sex right now. And it was just what you needed, as you lifted your hips and spread your legs wider, enjoying how his dick grinding against your walls. His hands keep stroking your cheeks and slowly his fingertips get closer to your asshole, tickling tight muscles.

"Don't you worry, s/o.." - Dia can't help but let out a low chuckle, noticing as you turn to him a little confused. - "I should prepare you for the next round too, don't you think..?"

Next round? Tingles run down your spine right to your heated core as you just thought about what would wait for you tonight..

"Well, if she would deserve this second round.." - Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, smirking. - "You have some work to do here.."

Nodding, you lick his whole length and finally take him in your mouth and small vibrations tickle him as you keep moaning even with dick in your mouth. Dia just was too good, hitting your g spot with every thrust, whimpering and mumbling about how tight you are around his cock. It feels like your clenching walls are almost melting him in its warmth, sending him over the edge as he gets faster. And no, he did not plan to cum anytime soon, as demon was waiting too long to finally have a taste of your passion. Even drugged by your body, to all this delight he finally feels, Dia can last for a long time, wishing to please you as much as he can.

While Luci wanted you to please him. And you did a good job, sucking him so obediently as he leads you with his arm, setting a right pace. Your hot tongue around his cock makes him bite his lips as this demon also starts getting more local. Just a few minutes and you find all his soft places, moaning louder on purpose just to hear as low groans break from his chest.

Now the whole room was filled with the whimpers and groans of you three, as soonly you were able to catch up with Dia's pace, moving your lips around dick in your mouth with the same rhythm.

You feel as Luci's dick begins to swell and twitch in your mouth as he leaned back against the pillows, his breathing began to falter, and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. All his movements were kinda sloppy now, as he slowly got closer and closer, melting in your hot wet mouth.

"Fuck.. S/o.. Keep your pretty mouth like that, and look me right in the eyes, I want to see your face when you would savor my semen.."

While Dia's movements become more ragged as he roughly fuck you. He lost all his sanity, just grasping on your hips with a shaky hand, while another one kept playing with your anus, fingers pushing tight walls here too. He pounds you faster and faster, stretching your clenching pussy with force, his dick pulsing more and more.

"S/o.. Please.. Let me cum inside.. Let me make you mine.."

It looks like you three were almost on edge, the room was filled with moans and wet sounds of body slapping to each other.

Three bodies reach the climax and two pairs of arms grasp your body tightly, as two men call your name, lost in their orgasm. You were overflowing with mind shattering pleasure, if they hadn't held you with all their strength you would already collapse on bed, legs too weak now... Your pussy clenched around Dia even harder as his thick cum filled your hot walls. He keeps with fast pace for a little before eventually slowing down, sloppy thrusting in you, spreading last drops of his semen in your cunt.

Same big shoot of cum hit your throat as Luci push your head, almost face fucking you. His deep satisfied groan makes you tingle, as you keep licking his dick, almost cleaning it from all sperm, mixing it with your saliva.

For a few moments you all just breathe heavily, trying to calm down. Of course you notice Luci's playful cunning gaze and needy strokes of Dia's hands on your ass..

They both change their position again, carrying your weak trembling body. And even as you feel absolutely drained, as soon as you notice that their dick still hard and ready for more, your pussy throb, asking for more too..

You lean back to Dia's big chest as he holds your thighs. Luci stands in front of you, and now you are sandwiched between them too, their hot bodies send shivers down your spine.

"So, darling, what do you think? Can't take us both..?" - Luci purr, and you felt as two pulsing dicks pressing to your clenching in anticipation holes.

That was not the end. Just very very begging.. begging of long night with two men who will not let you go so easily now, fucking you until any thoughts would disappear from your pretty head, and only their names would be aching in your mind now..

#obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me luci x reader #smut obey me #diavolo obey me #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo smut #Diavolo obey me smut #shall we date diavolo #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me smut #obey me lucifer x reader #Diavolo x reader smut #lucifer x reader smut

[goblinontour]

I Know You Want To Taste Me

alex feels needy and needs you to fill him up

warnings: sub!alex, smut, rimming (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), pegging, multiple orgasms, mommy kink, impact play (nothing too harsh tho), drooling

word count: 4.1k

he arrived home later than planned, finding you already cuddled up in bed under your blanket. naked, he noted, or at least he hoped you were naked, seeing your bare shoulders poking out from the white linen.

he wanted to get fucked tonight. no. he needed to get fucked tonight.

he’d been thinking about you all day, waiting for the moment he could get his hands on you. or rather for you to get your hands on him. not for any particular reason, he was just feeling needy. and empty. it’d been a while, he was away, or wasn’t really feeling it, or something came up. but he needed to be filled up, by you. his fingers weren’t cutting it anymore.

he went to take a shower in the ensuite bathroom. he could’ve easily used the other one down the hall, but he was hoping the noise would wake you.

you were already awake, you were never asleep actually.

after popping a pair of boxers on he slumped down on the bed next to you. he wouldn’t have bothered to put them on, but maybe you weren’t in the mood and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by rubbing his dick all over you. hopefully that wouldn’t be the case.

he slid under the covers, just so he could get closer to you. he didn’t need them, got overwhelmed from being covered and them simply not sitting perfectly right, so he slept without. until he woke up in the middle of the night covered, by you. he never said anything about it.

naked, indeed, he pleasantly discovered. you wouldn’t be naked if you didn’t want something, right?

you weren’t asleep, he knew you weren’t asleep, and you knew he knew, but you still pretended not to feel him or acknowledge him. he was late, he’d get the silent treatment for now.

“mhmm baby?” he cooed, kissing your shoulder. you could feel him poking you, he was hard against your ass. no response. “babyyy come on, i know you’re awake.”

“you’re late.”

“‘m sorry…it’s not my fault, got held back longer than i expected, and the traffic…” of course, the traffic. excuses, excuses. “can i ask you something?”

“what is it?”

“will you do something for me?” you knew the tone of his voice, if his hard dick rubbing over you wasn’t giving it away, the way he said this was, he wanted sex.

“depends.”

“i want you to fuck me tonight.”

you thought about it, you weren’t really in the mood to get fucked yourself, so that would work. he was already hard, it would be too mean for you to make him take care of it himself. and how could you say no? though you’d make him work for it, after all, he was late. and what if you hadn’t been awake and he’d have woken you up? because he would have. that doesn’t get him what he wants so easily.

“sure baby. bring the strap then.” you could feel him grinning against your skin, clearly pleased that you would fulfil his need, by filling him.

“which one?”

“hmmm…which one were you thinking?” you knew which one you wanted, just curious to see what he’d say. this would go your way regardless.

“black.”

“you can take more, bring the pink.” pink was the biggest you had. nothing extreme, about the same size as his own dick, but his own dick felt much nicer. he’d never get it, unfortunately.

what a shame…

he went to retrieve the toy, it was somewhere in the closet. you didn’t use it that often for it to have a special spot assigned in the nightstand.

in the meantime untangled yourself from the sheets and sat up against the headboard, waiting for him. and he took his sweet time, another strike.

he came back into the room after a couple of minutes waving the pink dildo around in one hand and the leather strap in the other. his boxers had been discarded whilst he disappeared from your view. he looked like a fucking pornstar.

“i couldn’t find it in the box with the others. did you use it without me?”

“maybe. so what?”

“miss isn’t satisfied with just my dick…i see.”

“maybe if you weren’t late all the time i would be.” you snapped back, even though you weren’t even mad, but this was fun.

“how do you want me?” he said smirking, going past what you just said, maybe too excited for his own good.

“ass up, wanna squeeze you.” you loved to feel him, even when he was fucking you and the position allowed, your hands would be on his ass. soft and plump. although he had a leaner figure now, his ass never changed.

“do you now? mhmm that sounds good to me.”

“well bend over darling, what are you waiting for?”

“yes ma’am.” making a silly gesture with his fingers, like a captain, your little captain.

he lazily slumped onto the bed, reaching out for one of the pillows and sliding it down so he could rest his head on it, stretching like a cat, arching his back and bringing that ass up while giving you those puppy eyes. “‘m ready.”

“i don’t think you are.” you argued, more to put him in his place, but he did need you to get him ready, he couldn’t take the strap after all that time with no prep. you didn’t want to hurt him, not in that way anyway, he’d get his punishment for being such a brat in other ways. “and lose the attitude mister, ‘s not getting you anywhere.”

“maybe i like it when you get mad.” he smirked.

“oh yeah? we’ll see about that.” you could hear a giggle in response. oh he was getting his ass not only fucked but spanked tonight.

you put the strap on yourself, he didn’t even help you already in position waiting to be filled up, so impatient. you weren’t planning on using it just yet though.

you positioned yourself behind him. what a fucking sight. his ass was begging, looking all round and perfect from the way he had his thighs stuck together. you couldn’t wait any longer to get your hands on him, as much as you had the whole ‘i’m mad’ act on, it was just too pretty.

“come on love, i know you want to taste me…”

that earned him his first slap of the night. but it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it. you couldn’t see but the moment your palm collided with his delicate pale skin his dick twitched and got even harder. he didn’t need to touch it, not yet, maybe not even at all. he could cum just from you fucking him. but it would be nice to take care of his throbbing cock as well…hmm…he’d leave it up to you. either way, he would get what he wanted all along. that is, his ass fucked.

you rubbed over the skin beginning to redden, leaning down to give it a kiss, to make it all better. he hummed at the feeling but it quickly turned into a hiss when you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh, sucking down harshly to make sure a mark would be left behind, a reminder for him, every time he would sit down for the next few days he’d remember why it hurt, because of what, of whom. you.

you didn’t stop at just one, you made sure the whole area got a bit of tough love, leaving him adorned in red patches, some of them deepening, the blood in the bruise turning a purplish-blue already.

“beautiful.” you said out loud, not to him, to yourself, looking at the marks you left on him.

“my ass?” he laughed, hugging the pillow tighter to himself.

“mhm…your ass, my ass now.”

“i like how that sounds, ‘s all yours princess.”

you ran your hands up his back, sticking your front to it for a moment, to have him close. as you did that the dildo was rubbing over his cheeks. he couldn’t wait.

“fuck me already…please.”

“not yet, be patient.” you warned, scratching his back on your way back up, your nails leaving long red marks on his skin, making him look slimmer somehow, like a corset. he felt it sting. it would sting in the shower too, he thought. he didn’t mind. “open up, pretty boy.”

he reached back, sinking lower into the mattress as he grabbed the skin, a bit too hard. he winced as his fingers dug into the bruises.

“wider, if you will.”

“like this?” he questioned, his grip adjusting to be deeper, so he could expose himself more for you.

“yes, good boy, that’s perfect.”

he didn’t have time to react to your praise, his mind focused on how the spit dripping from your mouth felt on his puckered hole and how it dribbled down over the skin connecting it to his balls, tickling as it clung to the hairs down there. you watched as he clenched around nothing from the sensation, catching him off guard. he gasped when he felt your hot breath against him, so close. he almost wanted to just push back and get you to touch him already. but the wait was exciting in some way, not knowing when exactly he’d get your touch.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when your tongue suddenly poked at him, going over the ridges of skin around the tight muscle. he was too tense, you thought. if he wanted that strap in him he’d have to loosen up. or, of course, he’d get you to do that as well. as soon as your tongue started prodding at his entrance he couldn’t stop himself from moaning. he could come just from that, but he would have to hold off. it felt good, but being filled up felt better.

“is that good baby boy?” you asked, your mouth still close to him, just ghosting over the area.

“yes mommy…f-fuck- ‘s better than i remember.”

“i’m glad. gotta get you to loosen up if you want the strap, relax for mommy.”

he eventually did relax, just a few minutes of you working on him was enough to get his hole to open up more, you could properly stick your tongue in there. you went to fondle with his balls, hand slipping lower, brushing his cock hanging in between his legs, but he rejected it.

“no momma…don’t touch me…i’ll cum.”

“and what if you cum? you don’t get to tell me what do to.”

“but i don’t wanna cum.” he protested.

“really? then why are we doing this at all?”

“not yet…i don’t wanna cum yet, you said you’d fuck me…please.” he pleaded, but you liked hearing him beg for it, things don’t come so easy just because he said so.

“you wanna be filled up by mommy, huh?”

“ye-ohh- yes, please.” his words getting cut off by a whimper escaping his throat as your finger slipped into him.

“how bad?”

“i need it, so bad, pretty please.”

“think can you take more?”

“yes.”

you retreated your finger, only to probe at his needy little hole with two of your digits instead. they slipped in with ease. he moaned in delight as you curved them inside to rub his prostate just right, grunting quietly when you started scissoring them to loosen him up even more, eventually adding a third. it was tight, but you worked them inside gently, sliding them in and out, focusing right at his entrance.

“ughhh, babe, i’m ready, just fuck me already.”

“mister turner if you tell me what to do one more time you’re getting gagged.” he could be brattier than that at times, the gag was originally bought with the intention of being used on you, but it ended up stuffed in his mouth more often than not. that way you could still hear his pretty sounds without the attitude, when you didn’t feel like putting up with it.

“if that means you’ll be inside me sooner then go ahead.”

“shut up. flip.” you removed your fingers from him, watching his hole pucker, closing back up. he wasn’t as ready as he could’ve been, but if he was the one that would have to deal with the pain.

he eagerly threw himself on his back, smiling at you, his eyes begging through the hair that fell onto his face sticking to his forehead.

“no, mommy wants you to ride it.”

“but-”

“no buts, you asked for it, only fair you do the work.”

he didn’t try to fight any more, you had a point after all, but he liked being lazy, it’s always better when you did it.

he positioned himself over you, sitting on your thighs, his hand playing absent-mindedly with the toy. he shifted for a second to grab the lube from the drawer, squeezing it on the pink dildo and rubbing it on the whole length. you were watching him carefully, how his hand wrapped around it as his own dick was propped up, untouched, in the crook of your thigh, over the leather strapped to your hips, leaking precum that dripped onto your skin, feeling it get cold and sticky. he was preparing to sit on it when you tutted. you changed your mind again, wanted to see his cute ass while he bounced on you.

“turn around pretty boy.”

“fine.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “but can i have a kiss first?” making that kitten like pout he knew you couldn’t resist. he leaned down and approached you, humming in pleasure when your lips touched his, quickly deepening it by sticking his tongue out to beg for entrance. you tasted minty, made sense since you’d already got into bed. you broke the kiss and told him to go on and do as you said, he got his kiss.

“happy?” he asked after settling down on the bed, each one of his feet on either side of your hips, the fake cock snug between his cheeks from how he sat down.

you hummed in response and prompted him to get ready by tapping the underside of his thighs.

he squeezed some more of the lube on his fingers and reached behind to slather it on, pushing his fingers inside for one last time before he took a hold of the dildo and aligned it with his hole.

he squatted down, feeling the tip push inside him, his mouth hanging slack at the feeling. he stayed like that for a moment to let the pain subside, it hurt but it was so much pleasure at the same time, the throbbing he felt inside from the wide head opening him up. you fought the urge to just lift your hips and fill him up completely, to the brim.

you let him set the pace for now, seeing him gently sink down, all the pink disappearing into him, hearing his breathing stop as he was focusing on the euphoric sensation spreading through his body.

“fuckkk.” he groaned as he felt himself touching your hips, the toy fully deep inside of him.

“is that good, does mommy’s big strap feel good filling you up so much?”

“o-ohh, that feels so good.” he started moving slowly, first just grinding his hips against you, getting used to having something so big so deep inside of him after so long. but it was heavenly. he was already thinking about how he’d be so down bad after this that he’d beg you to fuck him more often. and he’d make sure to pay you back good. or perhaps it was the waiting that made it feel so good? either way, he snapped back to reality when he felt your hips buck up, driving the toy even deeper, he swore he felt it in his stomach. well, that was not possible, it wasn’t that big, but the fact that he couldn’t see you in this position, couldn’t see your face, your reactions, the thoughts behind your eyes, it made it all the more exciting and unexpected.

“come on baby, i wanna see you move, be momma’s good boy.” you encouraged, knowing he often got lost in his thoughts, and you didn’t wanna go too hard on him, you told him to work for it so why would you do anything.

he rested his hands on your thighs to get some more stability, those big thighs of his own not as strong as they once were, he needed a little help. he slowly raised himself so only the tip was still inside, almost slipping out if it weren’t for your hand going to keep it in place as he sunk back down, throwing his head back, moaning as he set the pace, making sure to keep it pretty for you, his back arched, accentuated by those almost bloody scratches you left earlier.

“so. fucking. good.” he blabbered between whimpers and grunts. “thank you.”

“you’re going so good baby, look amazing like that, i missed seeing you like this.” you praised. the view was fucking phenomenal. and he only made it better when, as he got a bit more confident, he brought his hands up from your thighs to his hair, tangling his fingers through the already messy brown locks, pulling on them and turning his head to face you, blissed out expression on his face, almost smiling through his open mouth that never stopped letting out breathy moans. you felt like you were indeed watching a pornstar.

you couldn’t stop yourself, he was so much, you just couldn’t hold back anymore. you gripped his hips, seeing his face contort in pain as your fingers dug into the already bruised skin, sure to tint it even more. there was nothing like the insatiable pleasure he was feeling combined with the pain. you started by shifting your hips, meeting each of own his downwards movements with a thrust, but not even that was enough, you wanted him so cock drunk he’d be fucked into next week, completely a mess for you. you kept his hips in place and started pounding into him, his hand falling on your stomach to keep his balance.

“is this how you wanted to get fucked? this what you were asking for”

“oh yes, fuck, don’t stop please, i’m getting close.”

“want me to touch you now?”

“mhmm.”

as soon as your hand touched his dick, so wet, so swollen from being deprived of any contact until now, he thought he’d bust all over your fingers, blabbering stuff about how good it felt, all filled up, how good you fucked him. but what sealed the deal was when he started touching himself, his hands going up his tummy to find his nipples, squeezing them in between his fingers, like a slut. it drove him over the edge. you felt him twitch in your hand and if you’d had a real cock instead of that dildo inside him you could’ve probably felt him contract and squeeze around it as his orgasm hit him.

“that’s it, come for mommy, come all over my hand just like that.”

it wasn’t just on your hand, the orgasm was so good that when he shot his load it went all over him, the powerful spurts reaching up to his chest. you squeezed him until the last drop but he didn’t go completely soft in your hand…what if?

“think you can take another one?” you proposed, continuing to stroke him, overstimulating him, making him wince at the feeling, his used up hole still pulsating around the toy that now stopped moving, but he didn’t have the strength to get off of it. he nodded in response to your question. “come on, get on your tum, let me take care of you.”

he rolled over, whispering something you couldn’t make out as the toy slid out and left him feeling empty again. he could take another one, yes. he hugged his pillow once again and wiggled his ass in the air for you. he still had enough energy to be playful, though not for long.

you leaned down on top of him, your tits brushing his sweaty back as you left kisses on the sides of his neck, down to his shoulders. he gasped loudly as you suddenly pushed inside of him again. god, he would come quickly, he already felt it in his stomach. in this position you could hit all his spots just right, better than when he was on top, that’s why he loved it so much more.

“feel nice?”

he could no longer muster up a reply, it was so much, he could only think of your strap going in and out, in and out, stretching him open, and the way his cock was brushing against the sheets each time your hips collided with his ass, fucking him into the mattress. he wanted to scream because of how good it felt, but it was late. he couldn’t do that. he resorted to biting down on the pillow, drooling around it as you kept pounding him into oblivion, giving him praises he couldn’t even hear properly, his mind only registering the lewd sounds coming from in between your bodies.

he came. he didn’t even feel how the sticky cum shot all over his tummy again, staining the sheets as he fell limp on the bed. he could just feel his asshole pulsating, contracting around the toy until you slipped it out to look at it gaping, trying to close around nothing. what a view. you should do this more often.

you removed the strap from yourself, leaning down next to him. he was lying on the bed, teeth still biting down on the cotton cover, his eyes closed.

“al? you okay baby?” you asked, stroking his hair from his face and brushing his lips gently to get him to loosen up the grip he had. nothing. “alex? talk to me please.”

“good.” was all he said, struggling to move his hand to give you a thumbs up.

“was that too much? did i push you too hard?”

he shook his head to say no and untangled one of his arms from around the pillow he was holding to drape it over you, tugging on your shoulder as a sign that he wanted you close to him now. you stayed like that for a moment until he calmed down.

“that was just what i needed. not too much darling, just perfect. thank you.” he whispered in your ear, making you smile as you felt him smile against your skin as he had his head pushed into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll get something to clean you up. wanna change the sheets?”

“no fucking way i’m getting up from this bed.” he laughed “leave ‘em.”

“alright, i’ll just be a minute.”

once you were done cleaning his back you struggled to turn him over, he was acting like a baby and didn’t want to move. to be fair you did fuck him good so it’s understandable, but he was heavier than he looked. eventually you cleaned him all up, and yourself from where some of his mess got on you.

“doll, can i ask you for one more thing?”

“don’t tell me you wanna go again now?” you joked, you knew he was spent.

“you’re funny.” he giggled “will you open the window please?”

“alex, it’s cold outside.”

“no it’s not…pleaseee.” he begged, so prettily, or maybe you were just weak when you saw him naked and adorable in bed.

“fine. but you’re staying under the sheets with me, you’ll get sick.

“mhmm, fine. whatever you say.”

you opened the window, as he wished, and settled down in bed next to him, covering him with your blanket but he protested, saying it’s too warm, that he’d just use the sheet. you knew he would discard it during the night either way, so you let him be.

“i love you, alex.” you whispered to him, hugging him from behind.

he liked being the little spoon, especially after a night like this, it felt comforting to feel your leg draped over his waist, or your arm falling over his shoulders.

“love you too darling, i’ll pay you back soon.”

“how ‘bout the morning?” you suggested.

“baby with the bruises you left on me i don’t think i’ll have it in me to even get out of bed in the morning.”

a/n: PEGGING. for lovely moon. prequel to ‘Silk Skin, Soft Lips”

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