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ourautumn86 · 11 months

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hi! i’m not sure if your requests are open but i’d love if you could write something where the reader works at a tattoo shop as a receptionist or manager and ellie goes in one day and becomes obsessed w her. then she keeps going in and getting more and more tattoos just to see reader? it could end in smut or something sweeter. it’s up to you. i love your writing, thank you!! <33

no cause she’d absolutely fall for you and waste all her money on tattoos to see you again

INK LUST LOVE

ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, flirting, switch ellie and reader, sex in a public space (tattoo shop bathrooms), needy sex, fingering (both ellie and reader receiving), making out…

the first time she saw you, she swore the world had just stopped. like in the movies. you were so beautiful it made her go weak in the knees.

“hi! can i help you with something?” oh shit. were you talking to her? you were. your voice was so sweet… oh shit she had to answer.

“i’m yeah… i mean. uh… i’m ellie.” shit. explain. “i have a tattoo scheduled? for 15:30?” she said, cheeks flushed and stuttering.

she wanted to kick herself.

you smiled at her. you smiled! oh shit, her heart was doing flips.

“let me check…” you mumbled under your breath, looking. “here you are. ellie williams. 15:30.” you nodded, and she tried to not let show how fucking much it affected her hear you calling her by her name. it sounded beautiful coming from you. “i’ll go see how jesse is doing, give me a second.” you smiled once again, and she nodded, pushing her shaky and sweaty hands on her pockets.

“els!” jesse smiled, and ellie smiled back, waving at him. “come on in. i just need to sterilize the table and we’ll start.” she nodded, and went ahead to get into the room. you gave her a smile that she returned before the door closed behind back and she was finally able to smack jesse. “hey! what the hell was that about?”

“why didn’t you tell me your receptionist was so fucking beautiful?!” she inquired, completely pissed off.

“who? y/n?”

y/n, y/n, y/n…

a pretty name for a pretty girl.

“she just started. how the hell would i know she’d be your type?”

“dude. she’s everyone’s type. have you seen her?” she inquired in disbelief.

“yeah, i see her everyday. and if you have forgotten… i already have dina.” he smiled and ellie groaned.

“gross.”

“whatever.” jesse rolled his eyes. “let’s get started, we have hours ahead.”

Ellie came back not a week later. And you received her just the same, only this time you remembered her name. And of course you did. She was hot.

“Ellie! Back so soon?” her cheeks flushed. You looked beautiful, with a floral dress that let show your pretty legs. It’s not as if you hadn’t been dressing up just in case she would come back, of course not…

“Uh… Hi. Yeah, want to get my arm finished.” she smiled, pointing to her right arm, where Jesse had added more to her principal tattoo the last time.

“Looks beautiful. Can I see?” you inquired her and her cheeks flushed as she muttered a ‘sure’ and reached her arm towards you. You gently took it, taking a look at the ink. Your touch was burning her. She needed more. Her breath hitched when your fingertips caressed the tattoos on her skin. You touched her like she was made of glass. A softness she had never experienced before. It made her heart ache. She took her time to look at you. At your beautiful face, plump lips, long lashes and beautiful eyes. She was love struck. You smiled, ‘cause she looked so cute all embarrassed…

“Ellie, you ready?” suddenly Jesse’s voice caught her attention and you let go of her. She already missed your warmth.

“Uh yeah.” she nodded and you smiled at her.

“See you later.” you said, your voice sultry, eyes looking into her emerald ones.

“Yeah, see you later.”

Ellie was there almost every day, and somethimg you'd noticed is that she always found a way to make you laugh. She was observant and attentive too. She’d bring Jesse and you some refreshments and snacks (not because he cared about him, but you. She just needed to be subtle). She was not. You knew that she was into you, and you were into her. You had been trying to let her know, but she didn’t seem to get it. Anyways…

Your favorite was this chocolate bars that she’d buy just for you. They were so sweet… Just what you needed to get through an stressful and tiring day.

“And that’s when I told him that he should totally go for it, it was obvious Dina liked him back.” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a bite of her own bit of the chocolate she had brought.

“Shit.” she said, looking at her now stained and sticky fingers. “Do you have a…”

But before she could even ask for a napkin or something to wipe it off you were taking her hand and pushing her fingers inside your mouth to lick it off yourself. Her eyes shot open as your tongue met her skin, and you looked at her, humming at the taste. Maybe you took more time than necessary to leave her clean, but by the way her cheeks had dusted in pink you though she hadn’t mind. Oh she didn’t. Not one bit.

The air was thick around the two of you. You had been slowly throwing hints at her direction. Ellie was hot. And sweet. And you liked her. And you knew she liked you too. So you had decided that since subtle didn’t seem to work…

“Jesse is not in for another 30 minutes…” you said as you popped her fingers out of your mouth.

She cleared her throat, trying to act as if she wasn’t completely soaking her boxers. She liked you too fucking much for her own good.

“Bathroom?” she inquired and you smirked, tugging from her hand not after having turned the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Her heart was thumping inside her chest as you took her with you to the private bathrooms, and she was moaning as soon as the door was getting closed behind her back, your lips on her neck.

“Shit. You really are thick, aren’t you?” you groaned, one of her hands on your hair and the other on your waist. “Been trying to get you all by myself since weeks ago.” her body was shaking. Shit. Was this a dream?

“Fuck…” she groaned when you sucked on that spot that drove her insane, your hands cupping her tits, free under her white tank top.

“Can I?” you breathlessly said against her lips, your fingers on the button of her jeans. She nodded, not before kissing you. Her kiss was needy, and her tongue was hungry inside your mouth. You moaned, and quickly pushed her pants and boxers down. She did the same with your own and panties.

“Jesus Christ.” she moaned when her hand cupped your cunt. You were soaking wet. Her fingers played with your clit as yours slid through her soaking folds. You two looked like a mess. Making out like teenagers in heat in the first hidden place you could find.

You plunged one of your fingers inside of her cunt. “So tight…” you muttered and she groaned, fucking your pussy with her own as you touched each other. Your lips were on her nipples, sucking and biting. She was going insane.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” she sighed, her eyes watering and lips bruises and swollen.

You whimpered when her fingers curled against your g spot. Slick sounds were filling the bathroom as you fucked each other. You were grunting against each other, her lips now on your own neck, sucking bruises as you tugged on her hair. “More.” you begged, and she fucked you harsher, adding a third finger that stretched you out so good it almost hurt. But it hurt so good.

“Fuck. I want to taste you.” she said, and you moaned. “Been wanting to eat you out since the first time I saw you. I’m so fucking close…” she moaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Ellie… I’m gonna cum.” you breathlessly said and she kissed you, the two of you moaning into each other’s lips as you tightened around the other’s fingers. You two came with a groan, lazily lapping into each other’s mouth as your cum stained your thighs and fingers.

You fucked each other through it, you were whimpering at her praises. “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck. So good…” you hold onto her, gasping for air as you rode it down.

After a sloppy and slow kiss, she pulled away, caressing your cheek.

“Date?” she inquired with her voice weak and dazed glassy eyes. You smiled before kissing her again.

“My house. 8PM.” and she laughed.

a/n; hope you liked it! <3

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rogueddie · 2 years

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One small glimpse had all it took for Eddie to be completely hooked. Just one little glimpse, just enough to get him curious, just enough to get him in the store.

And then he'd truly seen Steve Harrington, dressed in a cute little sailors uniform. The shorts weren't anywhere near as sinful as the ones he wore in gym but... something about them being part of his uniform, something about the fact that someone is paying him to wear them, makes it seem so much more... dirty? Eddie isn't sure, something about it immediately riles him up.

They're so flattering too, somehow make his legs look better than the gym shorts did. When he turns around, bending over to grab something out of the lower cabinet...? Eddie is just glad it was loud, no one could hear the quiet noise he made.

Of course he'd teased him. How could he not? Former King of Hawkins high, reduced to serving ice cream in a slutty sailor suit.

"It's not slutty," Harrington had hissed, flushing bright red. "It's just a uniform."

"Mm, and you wear it so well."

It was just a short little visit. Got some ice cream, said a few teasing things, left within five minutes.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd always found Harrington attractive, who hadn't? He wasn't necessarily ashamed of that. But, even then, it had never been this bad. A fleeting thought that the guy looked good, sure. Waking up in the middle of the night, fantasizing about him in his work uniform?

A week later, he's sure that he's remembering wrong. He's probably just having a bad week, weirdly hormonal and didn't realize that he was into sailor uniforms... or something. Because there's no way Steve Harrington looked so pretty in that uniform that it warranted this much thought.

So, later in the day, he goes back to the mall. Picks up a new album first, heading inside Scoops Ahoy- he'd pass it by on the way back, it gives him the perfect excuse.

Harrington is serving, but he's turned around, talking to his co-worker. It gives Eddie an unfortunately good look at how the shorts pull a little too tight in all the right areas. It doesn't help when he shifts his stance as he talks, leaning forward a little more so his back almost arches, hips tilting to the side and-

Eddie ducks his head to stare at the album in his hand like it's the most fascinating thing in the world, shuffling so the girl in front of him still waiting at the counter blocks his view.

After he finally carries on doing his job, serves the girl so Eddie can sidle up to the counter with a smirk, he rolls his eyes. "Anymore inappropriate comments?"

"Yeah. You sure those shorts are the right size?"

Harrington frowns, looking down at said shorts. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. Sure, I believe you." Eddie glances at his co-worker.

She's a decently pretty girl, he assumes- but she's giving him a knowing look, pretends to tip her hat at him with a wink. Huh.

"Same as last time," Eddie drawls when Harrington finally stops frowning at his uniform.

He stares at him for a moment, squinting a little. He snaps his fingers when he finally remembers, grinning. It's almost criminal- to look that good on a normal day, but then also wear that sailor uniform and also be cute?

Someone up above must hate him.

"Here you go, that's $1.55."

Eddie reluctantly accepts the ice cream, hands him the money in far too many coins. It's the right order. "Is that the right amount?"

Harrington grumbles, annoyed, as he slowly starts counting each cent. Shakes his head when he's done. "5 cents short, sorry dude."

"Damn." Eddie pushes the ice cream back at him so he can dig through both pockets.

"Just- stop, here," Harrington holds the ice cream out. Eddie had very nearly wiggled out what felt like a quarter stuck in his pocket too. "You can pay me back later."

"You sure?" Eddie cautiously takes the offered ice cream. Hesitates for a moment- he's being nice, actually nice. Eddie isn't sure teasing is the best way to repay that but... he's not told Eddie to back off yet. "You just want cash or what?"

"What other type of payment is there?"

"Goods and services," Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

Harrington splutters for a moment, flushing red again. So Eddie takes the opportunity to leave, not waiting for a response.

Whilst it's only 5 cent, Eddie has learnt the hard way that every penny counts. But he's been given the perfect excuse to come back. He's practically been invited back.

Eddie tries not to feel too giddy. Tries not to let it get to his head.

He holds out exactly three days. Three days of absolute hell! He can barely concentrate half the time, mind constantly wondering back to Harrington in that stupid uniform. The way he'd blushed, again, so easily. Seemed to almost welcome the teasing, too. At least, he didn't seem put off by it. It's almost too good to be true.

He'd been busy all day though. Band practice had run later than they'd planned and everyone else had things they needed to get to afterwards as well. It didn't go well for anyone.

Eddie is lucky he arrives at the mall in time, the stores only just starting to pack up for the evening. Most stores are completely empty- including Scoops Ahoy.

But it's completely empty. Not even Steve or a different employee stand at the counter, or shuffle around the tables cleaning up. For a moment, Eddie is sure that they must have closed up early and he really has arrived too late.

But then the 'staff only' door swings open, Harrington shuffling out. He freezes moments after he steps out, just as surprised to see Eddie.

"Hey," he eventually says. He even gives Eddie a little wave. "Sorry, uh, didn't expect anyone else in. Most of the ice cream is, uh, packed up. I don't... we might still have yours?"

"It's ok if you don't," Eddie offers, sauntering over to the counter. "I'll take a recommendation."

Harrington nods, shuffling over to start rooting through... things. Eddie isn't sure. He keeps up his bad habit of just bending over instead of crouching though. Eddie isn't sure whether he's happy about that or not. It is a nice view.

"We have, uh, the U.S.S Butterscotch ice cream? It's the closest we have available."

"That's fine. As long as it's not vanilla. How much is it?"

"Oh, right, sorry. It's $1.99."

Eddie roots through his pockets, dumping his change on the counter first. He's pretty sure he doesn't have enough- and he's right, he's just about 34 cent short.

"Shit. You got anything cheaper?"

But Harrington shakes his head again, already pulling out the scooper. "Just pay me back. It's fine."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. One time, 5 cents, isn't anything to take note of. A second time, now adding up to 39 cents?

"What if I can't afford to?"

Again, he shrugs off the question. "You're the one who suggested goods and services."

"You know what I was implying with that, right?"

He shrugs again, but he keeps his head down, focusing on fiddling with the ice cream scooper. He's blushing.

Eddie leans forward, onto his elbows, tilting his head. He pats the counter. "Come here then."

"What?" Steve tries to ask. But Eddie just pats the counter again. So Steve steps a little closer, leans on his palms though, keeping straight and upright. "What?"

Eddie looks over him for a moment, considering... it'd be worth the punch, he decides.

He grabs the little red tie of Steve's uniform, pulling him down. He leans up to meet him halfway, unable to hold in his pleased hum when Steve tilts his head to the side as he allows Eddie to pull him down.

His mouth opens just as easily when Eddie immediately deepens the kiss. The noise he makes when Eddie nips at his lower lip too- so high, needy. Irresistible. He just has to bury his hands in his hair, holding his head still so Eddie can take what he wants. Rewards Steve with a little tug on his hair.

He's panting when Eddie finally lets him go, blushing all the way down his neck, eyes a little glassy.

"That enough, sailor?"

Steve blinks at him for a moment, looking a little out of it.

"Steve."

"Oh, uh, yeah... right, yeah, that- yeah. I'll just, um. I'll get your order."

This time, Eddie let's his eyes linger. Doesn't bother hiding it when Steve looks back round, feeling almost gleeful at how Steve almost seems to preen.

... can you tell that I've been thinking about this post too much?

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ficlet #scoops ahoy #altorprecanon

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bingwriterxo · 10 months

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the shakespeare exhibit - drabble 1

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which tara goes to your apartment for the first time

warnings: none

word count: 600+

author's note: this is set immediately before chapter 3. a little insight into R's life

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No fucking way, Tara thought as she stared at your apartment building. It was not what she had expected, though she wasn’t sure what she did expect--maybe something more broke-college-student-like, or a building along the lines of ‘my parents are paying for this, but it is New York City, so they found a place with the cheapest rent’.

However, where you lived was neither of these things, and that was made clear by the doorman out front (who was watching her with a close eye as she simply stared in awe) and the fact that the building itself was fancy.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrambled to her messages with you, double checking the address. Sure enough, she was definitely at the right place, so she pocketed her phone and took a deep breath in, building up the courage to speak to the doorman.

“May I help you?” he asked when she stood just feet away.

“Uh, I’m here for apartment 415?”

He nodded. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N informed me that you would be coming.” He gestured to the revolving glass door. “Right that way. You will find the elevator in the hall to your left.”

“Okay.” Tara offered him a smile. “Thank you.”

She pushed through the door and marveled at the lobby, which was not at all like her own apartment building. Your lobby was all grand chandeliers and friendly faces and people dressed to the nines walking around. Is she, like, secretly rich? No, she’d have told me. Right?

She went down the hall on her left, went up the elevator, and searched for your apartment. It wasn’t difficult to find, and she gulped as she knocked on the door that was labeled with a golden 415.

You were quick to answer, a shining smile on your face as you pulled the door open.

“Hi,” you said. Oh, that voice, she thought, grinning. “Come on in.”

She had assumed--though she supposed she really shouldn’t have--that your apartment would be just as grand as the rest of the building. And, to an extent, it was. It was an open floor plan with a large kitchen attached to the living room and a few doors that led to other rooms.

But, where the rest of the building held a certain type of sophistication and grandeur, your apartment did not. Instead, it was littered with statue busts and old paintings and tapestries and books upon books that were stacked in any place they could be stacked. Tara felt as though she had just walked into a museum rather than your home.

“Woah,” she said, trying to take everything in at once. She is such a little nerd! “This is…”

You glanced around shyly. “Yeah.” You chuckled. “I know it’s a bit much, but, well”--you shrugged--“this is everything I like. The busts are all literary figures, and the paintings are scenes from novels or plays, and the tapestries are the same.” You looked at her. “What do you think?”

I think that you vomited your personality all over this place, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “It’s beautiful.” She stepped farther in, looked at the busts up close, ran her hand over a few of the tapestries, and then came face to face with a framed letter written in nearly illegible penmanship. She turned to you. “This is…?”

“Oh! That’s a letter that Dylan Thomas wrote to my grandfather. They were friends, back in the day.” She blinked once, twice, and you giggled. “Dylan Thomas was a famous Welsh Poet. He wrote ‘And death shall have no dominion’.”

Tara nodded. “Right. Obviously.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and furrowed her eyebrows. “And you got all this stuff…how?”

“Oh.” You glanced down sheepishly, a blush painting your cheeks. “My family comes from…money,” you confessed.

“But you’re paying for your tuition?”

“Yeah, well, my parents and I cut a deal. They pay for”--you gestured around you--“all of this, and I pay for my tuition.”

Financially responsible. Noted. “Got it.”

You cleared your throat and held your hand out for her. “Should we get to studying?”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6 #musem tara

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝒂𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

⤷ summary: aot boys wth high maintenance girlfriends.

⤷ characters: jean, armin, connie, eren,

⤷ content warnings: suggestive themes, fluff, black!coded reader, college!au.

⤷ notes: my MEN.

PLEASE REBLOG

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧

baby boy is obsessed with you. like the biggest simp outta all of them fs.

jean isn't rich, but he's worked hard for all the $$ he has.

and he def doesn't mine spending all that shit on you okayyyyyyyyy.

he knew you liked to keep up w yourself, new nails and lashes every few weeks, new wig/braids/locs every few months.

he was just soo in awe of your presence for a while he didn't even consider how much that stuff costs.

"baby how much does your hair cost?" he asks you one day as ur just chilling on the couch in your dorm.

"couple hundred, why?" atp he knows all abt your hair care n stuff so this isn't no invasive ass question.

eyes = dropped out of his head.

he tries to play it cool like, "oh alright," but inside he's like, i've been letting her pay hundreds for her hair ALONE this entire time.

now whenever you mention you wanna go get ur lashes refilled, or ask him to pick a color, his first question is,

"how much is it?"

i feel like there is one or two services he chooses to pay for consistently, like braids and nails. he got money, but not that much so he can't be wildin out for you.

you get the biggest heart eyes when he does tho. sometimes you don't even have to ask and you get a veno notif on your phone.

"$250 from jean" - get the white tips i like.

cause yuk know, he likes to watch em when you ... yeh yeh u get it.

supportive, love to spoil you, but will act so nonchalant abt it.

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

rich boy armin? rich boy armin.

he lives a high maintnence lifestyle as it is, tailed clothes, designer book bags, shoes, glasses, family homes in europe. your typical trust fund baby.

honestly, that was the first thing he noticed about you. the nice but still lowkey car, the sleek bags, the perfect professional looking wigs and braids, even the smells you wore just exuded an air of confidence.

he loved it.

being a boy tho, he didn't realize just how much money went into upkeep with your look per week.

he was shocked, sure, but your finances barely made a dent in his pockets.

the type boyfriend to just hand you an asswad of cash at the beginning of the week and say "go crazy,"

at first you wanted to test just how much you could get out of him. a new white tie dress for some elite school event, the new apple watch that just dropped, wigs that cost upwards of $500 for you to only wear them for a week.

when you finally realized that this boy would do any and everything for you, you toned it down a bit.

but now, he pays for all your shit. eyelashes, hair, nails, perfume.

you still be paying for your phone, car, rent etc, but all that personal shit, yeah its his.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

hehehe. y'all know this is my husband quit playingggggg

while armin goes after the pretty rich girls, eren goes after the ones that do this shit just cause they can.

you be working for every inch of hair on your head trust and BELEIVEEEEEEE.

thats one of the things he admires about you, how hard you work for the stuff you want. even if that shit seems superficial to others, you can fr do anything you put your mind to.

another trust fund baby. (i hc grisha as a world class surgeon and carla as a lowkey fashion designer)

he just thinks ur so pretty. like jean, worships the ground you work on.

one night you're trying to set up an appointment for these fancy ass locs that almost touch the floor but you're stressin tryna figure out when you can fit another shift in at work between studying, classes and your extracurriculars while on ft w him.

he's quiet and contemplative on the phone, not really giving answers outside of "i'm sorry bae :("

in the morning you wake up to a venmo notif.

"stink-a-link paud you $600 - hair app. get those nails you've been wanting too."

at first you kinda freak out cause 600??? aint no one treated you like this before.

he just smiles when you try to call him, asking him to take it back.

"i got money to spend, and ik how much this style means to you. if you're happy i'm happy pretty girl."

the sweetest.

plus he gets bragging rights. cause who tf elses girl is looking this damn fine? right , no ones.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

CONSTANCE

if you've been here for a while you know its rich drug dealer connie or nothin.

yall probably got together cause he was ur plug and gave u a lil too much free weed lmaooooo.

but he been payin for your shit from the start.

the only catch - u gotta get what he wants.

its never wack or emberassing, our boy got taste and an eye for fashion, trust he does u right.

he be putting the description in the venmo tag LMAO

"buss down 30in. honey brown beach wave ..."

LIKE BOY HOW U KNOW WHAT THAT ISSSSSSSSS? U THE OPPS OR SOMETHIN

sometimes he'll just give you like a color for the nails and hair. he don't be knowin much about lashes tho, but he likes the cat eye ones the most.

everyone is always thirsting after you fr.

makes him so proud. maybe a lil too proud HAHA

but he'll drive u to all ur appointments. he doesn't care how long they are he'll wait. or go home and bring u food if its a long hair day.

hypes u up so much when u get in the car talkin bout "you so pretty babe".

can't stop looking at you.

elles rambles: i - love them so much. biased w eren as always. but i want these boys to spoil me. specially connie :))))))0

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marksbear · 11 months

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You said you’d write for any slasher (and also smut) so I wasn’t sure if you’d take this req but I’ll ask anyways — could u write something for Norman Bates (Psycho 1960, NOT Bates Motel) maybe getting overstimulated by a pushy male guest at the motel, or otherwise getting super flustered by foreplay/during? 💕

Don’t we all just think that he’s probably a virgin… oh it’s just me. 😭 Probably the filthiest thing I wrote in a while.

Also I added a lil breeding kink for a good friend of mine.

Warnings! SMUT, Detailed smut, virgin Norman, makeout, flirting, dom reader, teasing, grinding, humping, cumming inside boxers (Norman), controlling reader, stripping, rough sex, praise kink, handjob. Breeding kink.

NORMAN BATES X PUSHY DOM MALE READER

Norman watched through the window inside his mothers house as he watched a car pull into the parking lot. Norman was confused because it was early in the morning and people were already coming.

Most people who came to the motel were either lost or just needed to stop to use the bathroom.

With curiosity in Norman’s eyes he watched a man step out of the car. A light gasp escaped Norman’s lips as he stared at the man. The man was undoubtedly attractive and taller than Norman. Even from all the way back here Norman felt a bit nervous. In Norman’s opinion the man looked like he belonged in a movie or magazine.

Norman felt his heart ache as the man went to the passenger seat opening it and helping a woman step out the car.

The black haired male hurriedly leaves the house to go greet the guest.

Just in time Norman goes to the hotel reception area waiting for the two people comes inside, but is only greeted by the male.

“Hi good morning!” Norman greets holding his hand out for the male. The male takes the hand and shakes it firmly.

“Good morning.” The male responds back, almost making Norman weak.

“U-uh are you planning to stay the night?” Norman asks taking the check in sheet handing it to the male.

“Yes. My friend and I are planning to stay three nights. So we need two separate rooms.” The male says more like ordering Norman. The male takes the sheet from Norman and signs his name and his friend's name as well.

"Y/n L/n..."

Norman says to himself looking at the guest.

Before Norman could ask Y/n to pay the guest reaches in his pocket taking a fifty dollar bill slapping it on the counter saying "Keep the change."

Norman was a bit intimidated by the dominant male, but none of the less still made his heart skip beats. Norman puts the money inside the register and picks up the keys on the rack handing it to Y/n.

"Y-your room is number one. And your friend is number six." Norman handed both keys to the male with in mind that he separated them apart on purpose.

Y/n took them and stuffed them inside his pocket before saying "You know Bates, people in town call you a psycho or sometimes insane."

"Y-you don't actually b-believe those stupid rumors." Norman stutters out looking at Y/n.

"Not at the moment, i'll have to see it to believe it." Y/n answered with a smirk.

Before Norman could say anything more Y/n leaves going back outside. Norman thinks for a second before rushing outside.

"Please let me collect your bags!" Norman offers to Y/n.

Y/n looks at Norman before letting out a stiff laugh. "Help the lady with her bags not me." Y/n takes his own bags from the car and taking them into his motel room.

Norman watches Y/n leave in a trance as the woman stares at him knowingly.

The woman clears her throat catching Norman's attention.

"Oh- i'm sorry l-let me help you with that!" Norman blurts out taking the bags from her hands and walking to her motel room.

TIMESKIP

Norman was at the motel counter doing whatever minding his own thing as his mother rambled in his head about how he should "marry" Y/n.

"Yes mother, I know he'll be a fine husband for me..." Norman mutters out not noticing the door open.

"Yes I know... Do you really think he likes me?" As Norman talked with his mother the said man he is talking about enters the room holding two cups of coffee.

"Maybe you are insane." Y/n's voice rings out leaning against the wall. With the sudden voice in the room Norman snaps out of his thoughts and looks at Y/n with a nervous expression.

"N-no its just that uhm I--" Norman tries to say before getting cut off by Y/n.

"Never mind that. Come join me in my room for coffee and food." Y/n says almost ordering Norman. Before Norman could argue back about how he shouldn't, Y/n already opened the door waiting for Norman to follow.

"Hurry up before I change my mind." Y/n says with a light laugh escaping his lips as he watch Norman scurry from the counter leaving the room and to Y/n's room.

TIMESKIP

Norman and Y/n sat on the side of the bed talking and eating. They well mostly Y/n talked about his life and where he's going after he leaves the motel.

During the period of the two with each other Y/n kept getting more and more comfortable with the man. Even so that Y/n took off his shirt and pants only leaving him in his boxers as he drank his coffee.

Which shocked and flustered the hell out of Norman.

Anyone could have been barging in the room at the moment and getting the totally wrong idea. That took Norman even by more surprise from Y/n not caring what others would have thought.

Y/n laid his body on the headboard telling Norman a story about his job. As Y/n talked and talked Norman eyes trails away from Y/n’s own looking over his exposed chest and abs.

Norman eyes looks lower staring at the outline of Y/n’s soft cock. Norman could his mouth begin to water and his mind begin to daydream.

"And the idiot comes up to me and asks--- Norman. Are you even listening?" Y/n asks snapping Norman from his day dreaming.

"S-sorry uhm... You w-were saying?"

"You're a real perv you know that. Staring so deeply at my body." Y/n giggles out before reaching his hand out hooking his finger under his chin.

"What were you thinking about and be honest." Y/n says pulling Norman closer to him. Norman opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Y/n lets out a light chuckle before saying "I don't mind that you're looking at my body. Do you want a closer look?" Y/n says teasing Norman before setting his coffee cup on the night stand.

Norman's face was hot and flustered eyes averting from Y/n's own.

The two were face to face staring at each other so intimately. Norman looks down at Y/n's lips before turning away blushing madly.

Y/n let out a chuckle before using his free hand to cup Norman's cheek moving his head back it to his dierction.

Y/n leans in closing the distance between them kissing Norman deeply. Norman didn't know how to react with his eyes wide as Y/n kissed him. The kiss was messy because Norman didn't know how to properly kiss.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss smirking at Norman. "Y-y-you kissed me" Norman stutters out.

Y/n let out a light chuckle before moving his hand away from Norman’s cheek and instead placing it on his inner thigh. “Can I kiss you again?” Y/n ask’s already knowing his answer.

Norman weakly shakes his head yes.

Leaning back in Y/n kisses Norman with a bit more passion than the last one. Norman awkwardly kisses back pressing his lips onto Y/n.

After a while Y/n pulls back, but Norman didn’t want to end the kiss moving his face towards Y/n not trying to break the kiss.

“Easy tiger.” Y/n teases using his free hand to pull Norman away.

“D-did I do so-something wrong?” Norman questions.

“No baby… It’s just that I want to do other stuff than just kissing. Don’t get me wrong I love the kissing, but I want you to feel good in other ways than just kissing.” Y/n says with a trusting smile.

Norman feels flustered and shy as Y/n’s hands leaves his face and to his neck trailing down. Y/n’s hands finds the collar of the button shirt Norman wore and tugged on it.

“Loose the shirt.” Y/n says as if he was ordering him to do it. Norman quickly obeys fumbling around with the shirt before taking the shirt off pulling it off his shoulders.

“Mind taking off your pants now? Or do I have to do it myself.” Y/n teases with a taunting smirk. Nervously Norman takes off his pants and shoes leaving himself in his underwear just like the man beside him.

“Good job.” Y/n says shortly before moving his hands down until he reached Norman’s waist. Y/n brought his other hand forward taking the other side of Norman’s waist. In one motion Y/n brings Norman into his lap.

Norman blushes brightly at Y/n straight forward behavior. Y/n kisses the side of Norman’s jaw as Norman moves both of his hands to either side of Y/n’s shoulders. Y/n littered kisses across Norman’s jaw and to his neck. Y/n kisses his neck softly and left hickeys.

“Oh~ Y-Y/n!” Norman quietly moans out feeling Y/n start to move under him grinding onto him the male pulls away for a while to look at Norman. “Move your hips back and forth while sinking down on my lap.” Y/n instructs.

The black haired male thought for a few seconds before doing what he was told to do. Norman’s cock started to grow hard as soft moans escaped his lips. Soon enough Norman’s cock bulged through his underwear leaving a tent.

Suddenly Y/n flipped both of over. Norman laid on the bed on his back with his legs spread open as well the rest of his body full in display. As for Y/n he toward over him in between his legs.

Norman still gripped onto Y/n’s shoulders for dear life as Y/n grind into him. Y/n used one of his hands to go inside Norman’s boxer grabbing onto his hard cock roughly jerking him off. Norman moaned loudly throwing his head back into the pillows from the feeling of Y/n’s hand wrapped around his cock.

Y/n pumped Norman’s cock fast then suddenly out of no where goes to a slow and agonizing pace.

Norman was a mess already just from grinding and kissing. Norman’s cock leaked precum as Y/n toyed with his cock. Tears threaten to fall from Norman’s glossy eyes.

Suddenly a long moan falls from Norman’s mouth as his body trembled as he reaches a surprisingly orgasm. Norman came inside his boxers as he covered his mouth to muffle the noises.

Y/n gave Norman a surprised look before pulling off Norman’s now dirty boxers leaving him bare naked.

For a minute Y/n takes in the full sight of Norman and his whole. Y/n used some of the cum that was on his hand from earlier as lube as he circles his fingers around Norman’s hole.

Y/n slowly moves a finger inside Norman, but Norman doesn’t even realize since his mind is all fuzzy from his intense orgasm. Y/n takes the opportunity to finger Norman curving his fingers inside of Norman searching for his prostate.

Norman’s body felt weak as he moaned endlessly. Y/n adds another finger inside of him letting him get comfortable first before moving.

The black haired male breathes heavy as Y/n fingers starts to move again. Y/n’s fingers spread Norman scissoring him open. Norman didn’t know what to do or even to think.��

After a few more minutes Y/n takes his fingers out and pulls down his underwear before putting both of his hands on Norman’s thighs raising them up.

Norman shyly looked down to see why Y/n pulled his fingers out.

“W-why did yo—“ Norman cuts himself off as a loud gasp escapes his lips. Norman stares at Y/n’s hard cock lining to his hole.

“It’s n—-not gonna fit! I-I never done anything like this before!” Norman blurts out with a stutter as the head of Y/n’s cock rubs against his hole.

Y/n ignores his words as he slowly moves inside gripping on the inside of Norman’s thighs as he moves. Norman moaned and whimper uncomfortably as he not used to something being inside him that way let alone a dick.

Moving deeper and deeper Y/n slowly thrust his cock inside him.

In one motion Y/n thrust deeply inside Norman moving his full cock inside him. Norman covered his mouth as a loud muffled moan escapes his lips.

Y/n pulls out just to thrust his full cock back inside of Norman.

Norman’s eyes begin to water as Y/n pulls out and thrust his cock back inside repeatedly.

Soon enough Norman’s moans went from uncomfortable to pleasure real quick. Norman moaned loudly as Y/n slowly fucked him.

Suddenly Y/n’s slow pace quickly turned fast and rough. Y/n drilled his cock deep inside Norman’s hole abusing it.

Norman’s hands flared around searching for anything that he could hold onto. His hands found the sheets below them a gripped onto them for support. Y/n’s cock rammed in and out of Norman’s hole using him as if he was a toy.

Y/n moved Norman’s legs onto his shoulders and right after he moved his hands to Norman’s hips fucking deep inside of him.

Norman’s face became wet as tears fall from his eyes and drool from his mouth that was hanged open.

“Please breed me! I beg you to give me your kids! Please sir I’ll do a-anything just me pregnant please!” Norman begs out.

Y/n’s cock made Norman overstimulated and dumb as he moaned out words that didn’t form correctly.

The head of Y/n’s cock grazing Norman’s prostate with every thrust causing the man under him to moan and gasp uncontrollably.

The sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly and skin slapping against each other made the room loud and if any people were outside they could have heard everything that was going on.

“Sir! Oh~ my god please s-slow down!” Norman moaned out finally his sentence forming.

Y/n looks down at him with a evil smirk. Doing the complete opposite Y/n moves even faster with his cock hitting Norman’s prostate with every thrust.

The knot in Norman’s stomach tightens as his cock twitches as of it was gonna explode.

Y/n grips on Norman’s waist most likely bruising it. With loud moans Norman shoots his second load cumming all over his chest and stomach.

Norman’s body becomes even more sensitive as he orgasms. Y/n doesn’t stops his movements for even a second as he runts inside Norman searching for his own orgasm.

Y/n thrust faster as he hunts down his pleasure. Norman cried and moaned begging for Y/n to slow down, but the male doesn’t even change his rough fast pace.

“Can I cum inside you?” Y/n asks as he pounds deeply inside Norman.

“Y-yes! Please! Breed me! I want to have your kids please breed me!” Norman blurts out feeling his heart pound in his chest at the thought of having kids.

With every thrust Norman begged to become pregnant begging to have Y/n’s kids deep inside him.

Soon enough Y/n reached his orgasm cumming deep inside Norman painting his insides white. Y/n’s thrust started to slow down as he cums deep inside.

Norman felt like that he was in heaven feeling full of Y/n’s cum deep inside him. After they both calmed down from their highs Y/n pulled out laying down beside Norman.

“Are you alright?” Y/n asks using his hand to move strings of hair out of Norman’s face.

“Y-yes sir. I’m alright.” Norman stutters out completely out of breath.

Y/n moved his arm around Norman’s shoulders moving him close. Using his free hand Y/n opens the drawer of the night stand taking the box of cigarettes and a lighter.

Y/n takes a cigarette out wrapping his lips around it before putting the box back inside before taking the lighter and using it.

The hotel guest puts the lighter back where he found it and breathes in the smoke.

Norman looks up at Y/n in awe.

“Please don’t leave me!” Norman blurts out suddenly after realizing that he may never see Y/n again.

Y/n just stares at him as if Norman said the dumbest thing imaginable.

“I don’t plan on leaving you”

THE END

#norman bates x male reader #norman bates x reader #norman bates #pyscho #pyscho x male reader #slashers x male reader #slasher x male reader #x male reader #male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader #the bear club

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kenandeliza · 4 months

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A Marvel Family Fantasy AU

A few days ago, I randomly dreamt of Drawing Billy and Tawny in a fantasy setting.

Billy was this kid wizard and Tawny was his companion (or an animal to ride on like a horse)

Then it got me thinking, maybe in this setting, Mary could be someone of high status in this fantasy setting (since she's in a rich family in the golden age comics)

I'm inclined to think Freddy would be a captain of a ship for irony-sake but I have a feeling pirates and fantasy settings don't match well?

It's just funny for me to think of him with a peg leg xD

After further discussion with @the-brash-spud :

Warning: Too many text :>

These are the ideas we have so far (if there are quotation marks, those ideas belonged to @the-brash-spud ):

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Maybe Billy and Mary were prince and princess separated by birth, (i'm not sure if its a kidnapping or the baby got lost on his own) but the wizard founded billy and trained him.

At the ripe age of (insert young age below a teenager's), The wizard decided to grant him the power of shazam to turn him into the world's mightiest Wizard!

Captain Marvel!

Wizard dies and then Billy and Tawny have adventures together, maybe helping people along the way (maybe somehow found out that Mary is his sister :p idk)

“ I think you could go angst if you made the wizard get brutally hurt in a battle to protect Billy and the rock of eternity so in a last ditch effort he transports the rock to its own pocket of existence and then giving Billy powers of shazam because its as ready as he'll be able to make the kid :) and it's his last effort for Billy to be protected even if he has to do so himself because he has failed :)) made Billy cry as Wizard turns into dust in Billy’s hands :)))”

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Uncle marvel can be a con-man/thief who took pity on Billy or realiz, teaching Billy that the world isn't always honest and he's like, "Billy, don't always give money to the poor on the streets, sometimes they faked their illness to be lazy”

" Billy: "The man in the shadowy corner needs my help."

Uncle: "No, the hell he doesn't!”"

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How Billy Met Freddy

Billy probably met Freddy in a bar fight. How did the kid get into a bar?

Billy looked at the man exiting the pub with a bottle.

Billy: Ohh! So this is where you get refreshments here! I wonder If they have enough Milk for Tawny..

Pub sign written NO KIDS ALLOWED!"

*Billy can only read magic scrolls and not regular alphabet*

Cue him meeting Freddy (who's armwrestling with one of the people there)

(Insert Bar fight for some reason because The child decided to drink a white cocktail thinking it was milk and the fact that Billy is a Kid)

“Freddie is definitely that kid having his ass thrown out of the bar/pub/inn”

I'd like to think he and his brother are a team, prolly sailed a ship together.

“Yes, they target slave ships. Unless you wanna go different routes. Then, he is focused on certain nations' flags that have a whole lot of red in them

Also, he goes to the bars just to start bar fights over drunks being mean/nasty to the landlady. The landlady doesn't appreciate it bc now she has a broken table and four broken chairs”

Freddy faces the Captain Nazi equivalent of a pirate [Captain Arian? Like Aryan?] XD, Freddy lost his leg the same way, from his encounter with Captain Arian.

Kit (probably a necromancer or a ghost who's cursed to be bound in the ship Freddy's in, making Freddy more attached to the ship) can still summon crewmembers.

Maybe they both meet mary during the birthday ceremony parade

Maybe Mary snuck off from her family (disguise herself as a regular girl, i know, generic plot) and then meet Billy accidentally

Billy: It's my birthday today!

Mary: What a coincidence! It's mine too!

The-brash-spud: “Billy, in his innocence, thinks ,"There must be something to us sharing birthdays!" While Freddy calls him stupid, Billy tries to get a look at the princes and then cue the lung-fu panda rocket incident, but maybe something else more fitting with Freddy being pulled along”

On an unrelated note, i think Billy knew about Freddy's peg legafter either a pirate slashed it clean and Freddy just used it to bonk his head.

Billy is still screaming from the shock and immediately casted healing spells (i'd like to think everything about billy is lightning based- so yes getting struck by lightning is a healing spell for him :D) Freddy got shocked lmao

And what about boarding Tawny on the ship?

Billy:"Please???"

Freddy: "I'm not letting a tiger into my ship."

Kit who absolutely adores animals: "YES"

Freddy:"NO!”

Kit:" Does he love belly rubs??"

Billy:" yes but you have to ask him politely for his permission-”

Freddy rolled his eyes, realizing he has to clean cat fur everyday off from the furnitures.

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How did Mary, a royalty tag along with a kid wizard and a pirate?

“Yeah, I guess forced separation would work better. Hell, go with a scenario that will allow them to have Mary with the parents' blessings as long as she's kept safe (she isn't, but that's because she is the danger herself)”

Mary and Billy: "Yay adventure"

Freddy: "Oh great, now I have to take care of two kids and a tiger in my ship!?"

*Freddy looking at Kit and the kids + a tiger playing together, kit seems happy*

Freddy: "...i guess it's alright..”

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How Freddy and Mary found out about the wizard?

“Hmmmm, maybe Billy takes them to the rock because they were in a pickle, and unforeseen effects happen?

They got surrounded maybe?

Also I can see the aftermath

"You were raised by THE Wizard!? THE Wizard?! A Wizard of legends so often told he is recognisable even if his name was lost?!"

"Oh, his name is Shazam-" *BANG*”

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Hopefully i could draw these AU ideas, I don't plan on making this into a story, i just like the concept that my dream gave my a few days ago and I’m just expanding it. Sorry for too many text xD

I don't mind if you want to add something to this silly lil AU, It's just a fun thing for me to do :p

#dc comics #captain marvel #scenario #scenarios #billy batson #freddy freeman #mary batson #shazam #fantasy au #fantasy #pirate au #kd rambles #kenandeliza's art #shazam au #shazam fantasy au #captain marvel fantasy au

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apolloanddaphnis · 5 months

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Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader Headcanons Part Dos 🦇 🗡 💗

She loves dolls, like Barbie dolls. She has so many of them, she calls them all Marie Antoinette, and has each one in the case holding their own head.

Sometimes she wears Eddie's band shirts as a dress (he's a guy and it's the 80s so his shirts and jackets are oversized because let's face it our little coffin cutie isn't gonna be Nancy's size. Nothing wrong with her size because Nancy is hot and perfect her body is perfect but the group needs other perfect bodies.) And when she bends over he can see her thong because our neighborhood gore whore ain't the type to wear shorts underneath and protect her virtue.

Eddie. Goes. Feral!

He makes up any excuse to rub against her or touch her back.

Their friendship is already at the place where she sits in his lap. And at lunch it takes everything he has as she has her cunt that is only protected by a thin thong that presses between her slit, that is pressing against the crotch of his denim and wetting it. It takes every thing he has not to unzip and slip it in. Because that would not be friendship anymore...no...

He nearly cums in his pants again when she stands up when lunch ends to see her face flush.

Horror!Bimbo makes Eddie's lunch for school everyday. She makes him club sandwiches, double decker sandwiches, soups in a thermos, meatloaf sandwiches, she goes all out and his friends always weep with envy as they eat pb&js and baloney sandwiches.

She also goes over to the trailer often to make dinner. Excited constantly about trying new recipes, using her allowance money to buy the ingredients for her recipes. But Eddie doesn't allow that to go far, he always puts money in her pocket literally, has to force her to take it, doing more deals to make more money for her. Eventually she stops putting up a fight and takes the money because Eddie gets a 'do what I tell you or else' look in his eye.

She does his laundry and when she's over tidies his room up a bit and brings over fresh sheets from her place.

When horror!bimbo finds his playboy and penthouse stash she asks him if she would be pretty enough to pose for these magazines because she has always wanted to. "You're way sexier than Kim Morris bunny, but there is no way I'd ever let the world see that. "

Eddie would always drop casual dominance with her, and it always made you a fuzzy brained wet mess. Like whenever they walked through the hallways together and he'd gently guide her with a hand on her lower back. Or when they cross the street and he will hold his arm out in front of her until they could cross because one time she almost got hit in the parking lot. Or when he always has her sit either next to him or in his lap. There's also him always making sure she eats, asking "what did you have for breakfast?" "Did you remember to pack lunch?" "Sit, eat, you won't wait to serve us to eat your dinner." He even packs snacks for she so you can munch throughout the day. He nearly lost his shit when there was a time our coffin bimbo was starting a diet, only ensures and slimfast. "You're on some good shit if you think I'm allowing you to starve yourself and ruin your perfect body bunny, not on my goddamn life, you must be certified crazy if you think I would allow that!"

He makes her feel cherished and taken care of.

And when they go to a drive in movie or Benny's or anywhere he never lets her pay, and when she runs through her allowance quickly, he gives her more money.

She knows he's been working more to take care of her, so bimbo!reader will run him nice hot bubble baths because her Eddie works so hard for her.

She honestly loves being at her best friend Eddie's more than at home. Even added some touches to his room, like her stuffies, her favorite horror novels, her clothes, her soap, her skin care, hair stuff, perfume, just slowly nesting. Even brings Pyewacket and Socky (Socrates) over to be watched by Wayne during the day since he works at night. Pyewacket actually LIKES Wayne, maybe because he feeds him those Vienna sausages...

And when poor Chrissy Cunningham doesn't see it coming when reader notices her getting close to HER Eddie, and surprises Chrissy with spiders in her cheer locker..

#eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x horror!bimbo reader

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honey-flustered · 1 year

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You’re Not The Boss Of Me (MDNI +18)

Dom!Eddie Munson x Bratty!Sub!Reader

Summary: After showing your true colors to Eddie, you use this to your advantage, being as bratty as you can to get a rise out Eddie. But understand that how ever mean you are to him only allows him to be just as mean…maybe even more.

A/N: this was in my drafts for some long and now im just deciding to release it even though it’s not exactly what how I wanted it. I’m continuing to have issues revising my work over and over and never publishing so i figured i’d let this go. First part is in reader’s POV then of course goes in second POV. A sequel to Come Again

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: smut, established relationship, hinted bully!eddie, mean!reader, mean!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, fake nice!reader, panty fetish, mutual masturbation, finger sucking, cum eating, handjob, some ass/body worship, reader and eddie are in love but f*d up, tattoo artist!eddie, reader has piercings (nipple play)

Power comes in all forms and positions. Even if you’re a submissive. You’d probably look at someone like me, seemingly so sweet and docile, and think “Awww, she doesn’t have not an evil bone in her body.” But that’s what we, “good girls”, want you to do: underestimate us. That’s what makes us so powerful because eventually we get what we want.

Here’s where I was able to exercise my power with my dear boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Two weeks ago, I was able to break through to his innocent act with me. Call it great minds thinking alike but we’ve both held up this facade of being good when around each other because of the shame to act on our most carnal desires. But quiet mouths don’t get fed and, frankly, I had enough. So I called him out on his shit.

“You’re vanilla as FUCK.” I said.

And that moment truly became the beginning of what’s become of our relationship today:

Two sick fucks who enjoy getting a rise out of each other.

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Oh, the power you get from being a pampered brat in public and treated like a whore in bed. It was the best of both worlds and Eddie sure knows how to treat a lady. With him, you could truly be the mean bitch you’d hoped to be. Of course, this was only behind closed doors as you still could see the benefits of being a good girl in everyone else’s eyes. Only Eddie got to see your true nature. You’re a bitch and you made it evident that you didn’t care and it actually got you off being one to Eddie. This was fine, though. He loved it, too. In return, he gets a succubus disguised as a sweet beauty in his arms to dominate as he pleases.

You’d like to think the power’s evenly distributed amongst the two of you. You’re both unfiltered, whorish, and wicked. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship of sexual energy.

At times, you feel like Eddie’s giving you a run for your money as his wickedness proves to outweigh your own. The annoying pervert. He really likes to tease past the point of suffering and what’s worse…he still hasn’t fucked you yet. You were so sure that he’d give in by now after the nights you’ve shared but it never goes beyond second base. Even when you’ve put on your ‘bitch girl pants’ and laid down some rules.

Oh, well. If you don’t get to drain his balls, the least you can do is drain his pockets.

“What do you think of this dress?” You say, twirling around in the mirror in front of you. Currently, you were both in the dressing room of a French boutique. You’ve been shopping all day, hopping from store to store. Eddie’s clearly impatient but he takes it like the good boyfriend he is.

“I think this is the one,” He says, low on energy. “You look hot.”

“I’d like some more poetic-ness to your words.”

“Okay,” He raises to his feet, gripping your hips from behind. “Then, you’re as fucking hot as a thousand suns.”

“I know right,” You beam then quickly wave him away from your personal space. “Buy it for me.”

He examines the price tag attached to the seam of the dress then looks up at you with a deadpan stare. He’s followed you store to store like a mindless zombie all day, receiving zero affection from you and now you’re looking to buy a dress for an even higher amount. If he hadn’t been so distracted by watching your sexy ass try on all these clothes that accentuate your curves, he’d have called it quits long ago. The only thing he held onto was that you’d eventually reward him with your touch in return.

“This would cost me my entire dealer’s earnings for the week!” He exclaims.

“Yeah, but you have that check coming in for the tattoo shop. You’ll only be poor— for what— a day. You want to keep me happy, don’t you? Then you’ve gotta fund your popular angel girlfriend’s expensive lifestyle. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal! I’ve bought you plenty of dresses throughout the week and you haven’t even worn some of them.”

“And you’re still complaining like you always do.” You say while rolling your eyes.

“You may not be a good girl anymore but I’m going to make it my mission to correct this little behavior of yours.”

“What? You’ll spank me again? You don’t get to touch me unless I get what I want. We have rules for this relationship. Unhappy girlfriend = blue balled boyfriend. But if you’d have just fucked me already maybe I wouldn’t be such a bitch. You scared you’ll cum in one stroke or something?”

“Actually, I’m scared you’ve got teeth down there and, with your personality, it doesn't seem that far fetched.”

“Say what you will but I’ll always be Hawkins’ sweetheart. Even being in a relationship with you couldn’t tarnish that image sadly. Ah, well,” You remove the dress, now in your underwear as you begin dressing in your own clothes again. “Being good has its perks nonetheless.”

“How long do you think that’ll last? What do you think your friends will think of you when I show them all the naughty little footage I have of you in my camcorder? I’m sure they’d love to hear how much Hawkins’ sweetheart loves choking on the freak’s giant cock.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Depends on my mood. But don’t be sad, you might find out how envious your friends are of you now that you’re with someone like me. I did rock a lot of worlds.”

“You’re disgusting.” You hiss with slightly hidden jealousy for the very fact that he’s slept with other girls. But why not you?

“Maybe I can get you the dress but I’ll want to do something in return.”

“Everything is so transactional with you.”

“Look who’s talking.” He scoffs.

“If you were to simply buy me shit without expecting anything in return, would it really be transactional?” You retort.

“Are you going to accept my terms or not?”

You stare at the hot pink tube dress in your hands. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Let me give you a wedgie.”

“Are you legit high right now? That’s so idiotic, it’s almost comatose inducing. Why?”

“Because it’d be really funny.”

“I’m wearing really expensive underwear right now that costs more than those shoes you’re wearing. Like hell would I let you tear at them.”

“Then, you can forget the deal.”

“Exploitation is what you’re doing. People wouldn’t take kindly to those who participate in such things.”

“Good thing I’ve never been known to care what people think of me.”

He’s right. He’s never given a fuck. That’s what makes him so terrifying… and so very hot.

“Alright,” You pout. “But when I say ‘stop’, your hands should be off me.”

Turning your back to Eddie, you wait for Eddie to begin. He studies the bedazzled words written on the back of your pants of your matching pink tracksuit: “Princess”. He rolls his eyes at this. Could you be any more predictable?

Your thong peeks out at the top of the low rise pants as a style that you’d adopted just enough to show the public the color of your underwear. Also pink.

“A pink goddamn fanatic.” Eddie thinks to himself.

Your jacket is a crop top, exposing the new belly ring piercing Eddie had done for you when you asked via your rebellious stage. Then there’s your silky smooth back that you plan for him to tattoo a tramp stamp onto the lower section. It’s so much skin. Too much skin exposed but he doesn’t mind how you dress. After all, he can fight and honestly he loves seeing you show yourself off while men envy him for obtaining you.

Eddie tugs on the sides of your pants, accessing just enough of your underwear for the top globes of your ass to peek out as well. He bites his lips to keep in a groan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. His cock is semi-hard and he makes sure to keep his hips at a safe distance so she doesn’t realize his game.

“Bend a little.” He says, voice hoarse from arousal.

You obey, having a slight arch in your back. Massaging the peeked out globes of your ass, he can’t help but to close the gap between your bodies. Your ass was just so soft and round in his hands.

“Hey! You can’t touch me like that unless you get me what I want!” You attempt to wriggle from his grasp but a large hand fists whatever little piece of fabric your underwear has, stilling you.

With a free hand, he smacks your ass causing you to let out a soft whimper. He grinds his cock into the side of your thigh, humping into you like a dog in heat.

Eddie lets out quiet moans in your ear, tugging on your underwear hard after each moan he lets out like following a rhythm. “Unh, ugh, fuck. You’re so damn pretty.”

You grow wet with each tug. The panty strip in the front slips between your labia, rubbing harshly against the clitoris. How embarrassing that you might actually cum from this. He’ll laugh and tease you for sure once you do.

Maybe you should take some power back and make him whimper so you sway your ass a little which earns you another smack on another cheek.

“I didn’t say you could move.” He growls.

Then, you felt it. His bare cock rubbing between the plush globes of your ass, the back thong strip wrapped around the base for further friction.

“Eddie, no. Please…” You put a hand behind you, placing it on the ‘v’ of his abdomen to halt his actions.

“Move it.” He threatens.

“No.” You say defiantly only to shift into a whining hum, when he takes both of your wrists in his hands to pull behind you and brings them beneath the band of your panties. With your hands cupped in a perfect tubular shape, he uses them to jack himself off. You tighten your grip around him, taking control.

“You’re so good with your hands. Why would I need to fuck your greedy little pussy if these could get me off just as good?”

“Unh, fuck…you.”

“Is that always on your mind?” He chuckles.

You're clenching around nothing, knowing that friction on your clit will not be enough to satisfy the aching between your legs. This was purely for his own twisted pleasure but you enjoy it despite priding yourself to be a selfish person.

“I’m so close, princess. Gonna cum all over your pretty hands, your sexy back, and this tight little ass.” He groans.

“Oh god.” You whine, throbbing profusely at his words. You were so close, too.

He notices your hardening nipples poking through your thin jacket and pinches one between his fingers, while the other steadies your hips as he grinds himself into you. You whine almost as if you’re in pain even though he’s not pulling on them roughly. Lowering the zipper to your jacket and one cup of your bra, he pulls out your breast revealing a newly pierced nipple…that he hadn’t pierced. He pulls your hair, lifting your head enough so that you can see his angered expression through the mirror.

“What the fuck is this?” He slaps your breast and you cry out.

“None of your business. It’s not like you’ll do anything about—oh shit!” You scream out as he continues to pull and pinch around the stainless bar. They were so sensitive even after two weeks.

“You're doing things without my knowledge now.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You’re right,” He laughs darkly then pulls so harshly on your underwear you swear you felt the fabric go up inside your core. “I’m not your boss, I’m your master. So go on and beg for master’s cum.”

“I don’t want you to cum on me.” You mewl, knowing you desperately wanted him to.

“I know you want it, slut,” He growls in your ear. “You want daddy’s cum dripping all over you. To getchu all nice and sticky. Hm? That what you want, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please master,” You give in. “I want you to fucking cum all over me and my slutty ass.”

He cups a hand under your chin from behind, stroking faster into your jerking hands. “That fucking filthy mouth of yours will get you into big trouble someday.”

“Shut up and cum for me already. I wanna taste you.”

“Aw, shiiiit,” He’s getting close but he needs to make you cum. Partly because he loves getting you off and another part is because he knows you’ll give him grief if he doesn’t. “Want you to cum, too, princess.”

He pulls hard on your underwear, using an up and down motion to frantically rub against your sensitive nub and your orgasm takes you by surprise. Your mouth flies open and he slaps a hand over it to keep you from screaming and alerting the staff as he nurses you through your orgasm. The mirror image of you cumming along with your writhing against him triggers his orgasm, cumming hard and seeing stars.

He gropes your hips with both hands, the rings on his fingers bite into your skin as he gives his final thrusts. You feel spurts of his cum everywhere soaking through your underwear as well. You feel a tension between your legs then a release. He’d torn your underwear off your body.

“What the f—-“ You began but Eddie shoves a middle finger coated in his cum into your mouth. Your fury dissipates for a moment as you suck on it earnestly like you would his cock, your skillful tongue tracing over the engraved silver of his ring. The salty-sweet taste of him elicits a satisfied hum from you.

“That’s it. Just like that. Just like how your Master taught you.” He coos, petting your hair. When he senses you getting carried away, he pulls his finger out with a wet ‘pop’. The glistening finger held up to his face so he can study it, making sure you suck it off clean.

“Um, Eddie, your cum is starting to get cold. Can you please clean me off? Also, I’m pretty sure we were loud enough for us to get a few stares the moment we leave this dressing room.”

“I’m sure we turned a lot of people on, too.” He says before putting a finger to his lips so that you can quiet down and focus on the shuffling and thudding going on in the dresser beside yours. Your mouth drops in shock and he laughs.

Eddie lifts the torn underwear in his hands, bringing them to his nose to inhale. God, you’re intoxicating. It’s a wonder for Eddie to have gone this long without burying his cock deep within you. But he enjoys torturing you, hanging it over your head despite it being torturous on his end as well. Somehow your suffering far outweighed any pain he felt. He wants you sobbing for his cock even more than you did two weeks ago. He doesn’t care when or where it happens. You will beg for his cock.

Using the torn fabric, he cleans up his mess then helps you fix your hair and adjust your prim and proper appearance as if nothing had happened. Eddie tends to himself last, tucking his third leg back into his jeans. In the corner of his eye, he could see you watching him and the bulge. You play it off, helping him fix himself when you were really looking to get another glance at his anaconda.

“So…about the dress…”

“What dress?” He smirks.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Munson. I want my dress. You said that you'd buy them if I did this.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I said ‘maybe’.” He retorts.

You seethe, feeling so angry that steam could shoot out of your ears. “You’re a dick.” You turn to leave when he grabs your wrist and pulls you against him.

“I was just teasing you, sweetness. I would’ve gotten you the dress even if you didn’t go through with it. But it’s so much more fun that you did.” He smacks your ass and you let out a small gasp.

“You’re the best,” You litter his face with multiple kisses, your lipstick staining his skin all over. You kiss the corner of his mouth and it makes him hungry to feel your lips on his but he doesn’t pry. “While you’re buying my hot dress, I’m going to the van to rest my aching feet. I had a loooong day.”

You pat his back, unaware of Eddie staring angrily at you once again at your oblivion to his situation.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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I think I expressed my self terribly wrong sorry!

So basically reader is sick but maybe the team doesn’t realise and they do things unintentionally that make reader even more sick (like leaving the windows open, telling her to go buy something or I don’t know) until Wanda and Nat have enough and realise that reader is sick and tell the team to stop

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Stubborn and Sick

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your sick and stubborn, but you also can’t back down from a challenge. What happens when Tony gets involved?

TW: sickness, fever, almost kinda fainting? (Idk), bread slander, fever induced vertigo, headache etc.

A/n Hehehe bread slander. Grains and seeds sucks so bad. I don’t care if its healthy it tastes like chunky cardboard. White bread and whole meal all the way peeps.

You were stubborn. It was a fact, and everyone knew it. So, when you got sick after falling in a frozen lake on the last mission Wanda and Nat decided to wait until you came to them for help instead of trying everything to convince you to let them help you.

The rest of the team however was more than a little blind when it came to other people's needs, not for lack of trying but more so because they were dense, and not just in terms of muscles.

You stood in the kitchen, the fever you had managed to develop this morning was throwing you for a loop. You were making some toast, hoping you would be able to deal with that at least. Your throat hurt so bad and there was a dull headache settling in for the long run it seemed.

You probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night trying to finish the mission report for fury. But tony had bed you a hundred bucks he would finish his before you did, and you weren’t one to back down from easy money.

You finished buttering the toast and patted the cash in your pocket and smiled to yourself. Turning to put the knife in the sink to clean later the world spun. You staggered a bit and held onto the bench with both hands leaning against it heavily.

“Damn this stupid fever” you muttered. When you vision cleared you deposited the knife and went back to the plate. Picking it up and setting out for your room. Your muscles hurt and your head hurt more. You had barely made it three feet down the hall when you heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Who ate all the bread?” It was Clint so you hightailed it out of there, knowing if he found it was you, he would send you to buy more. And you were pretty sure a trip to the shops would kill you at this point. Alas, fate was not on your side today. Being sick you were clumsy and slow due to the fever. Needless to say, Clint caught you easily. He scowled at the toast you were holding.

“I wanted a sandwich.” He grumbled. At this point tony walked past.

“Whats up Legolas?” Tony chirped probably hyped up on coffee and energy drinks.

“L/n here ate all the bread.” He said still scowling at the toast.

“Then it seemed fair she goes to buy more.” Tony grinned, “I know she has the money for it.” You glared at him.

“Fine.” You growled. So, despite the pounding headache and sore muscles, the fever and growing ache in your knees and back you submitted.

You huffed and nibbled on the toast before leaving it on the desk. As you left the room you shot the delicious toast a mournful longing look. It simple sat and waited.

The shops were awful to say the least. The lights hummed which hurt your head and the brightness hurt your eyes. Parts of you hurt that you didn’t know existed let alone could feel. You slouched and shuffled down the bread aisle. There were so many different types. You grabbed the first one you saw when a sudden wave of vertigo hit, and you stumbled like you had in the kitchen. Leaning against the shelf and closing your eyes.

Yelena was in town and so her and Nat were having a movie night, and as all good movie nights need, they were out getting snacks. So, you can imagine Natasha’s surprise when she saw you looking just about ready to pass out in the bread aisle. She wasted no time rushing to your side and steadying you with her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n? Y/n!” She said patting you lightly on the cheek. You were very pale and seemed only mildly lucid at best.

Nat took the bread from your hands and shoved it in Yelena’s direction who took it and inspected it.

“Grains and seeds?” She mumbled. “Gross.” She shoved it back on the shelf and picked up a loaf of white bread.

“Y/n/n i need you to open your eyes for me sweetheart.” She said and you mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that love?” Nat asked feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. You were way too hot and defiantly running a high fever.

“I said m sick natty. ‘N i don’ feel good.” You slurred and Natasha looked around to Yelena before realising she had gone to buy the bread for you. She didn’t know why you wanted it but if it was worth almost dying for, she would buy it for you. After all you were dating her sister.

Nat scanned you up and down deciding that this had gone on for too long. In a gentle movement she scooped you into her arms and you tiredly rested your head on her chest eyes still shut and muttering nonsense. Yelena and Nat met at the register and the three of you headed back to the compound. Being an avenger Nat did receive too many odd looks for carrying her very pale and sick looking girlfriend through the shopping centre.

On the way back Yelena done with you in the back on Nat’s lap. She was fanning you with her hands in a fruitless attempt to cool you down. She had dialled Wanda who was going to meet them in your shared room with supplies and a wet cloth for you.

Nat easily carried you out of the car and back to the room. Wanda took your temperature and Yelena went to put the bread in the kitchen slightly thrown off by her sister being so domestic all of a sudden.

Your temperature as expected was far too high and so they went about cooling you down with a cloth and fever reducers. After a bit you were asleep with Wanda and Natasha laid beside you careful not to add too much extra heat to your already furnace-like temperature.

You rested and it was simple to say that Nat’s movie night gained an extra two people. Well … one witch and a half dead, half sick and fully asleep avenger.

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certifiedtrashmouth · 1 year

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Oh gosh I don’t wanna repeat someone and I’m not sure about Xmas traditions but what about ridiculous stocking stuffers w Eddie? Fluff/humor.

oh, god. this one also got out of hand. started in light-hearted fun and ended in fluff that had me screaming into my pillow. i'm sorry for the length.

good for one kiss (eddie munson x reader)

warnings: none really. mentions of penis??? (eddie makes a joke about his dick and there's mention of a blowjob but no description lol), mentions of cigarettes, idiots in love. best friends to lovers.

“What am I supposed to do with a single piece of gum?”

“What am I supposed to do with a single cigarette?”

“Smoke it, idiot.”

“It’s broken, idiot.”

“Oh.”

You and Eddie sit cross-legged across from each other on his bed on Christmas Eve, partaking in your annual gift exchange. But there was a catch; each year, you exchanged stockings, only gifting each other what you could fit in the glorified, fleece-lined socks. There had only been two exceptions to the rule of the years - the year you’d gifted Eddie his first professional-grade amp and he’d bawled like a baby (once he’d dried his tears, he’d threatened you and Wayne both endlessly about ever letting the story leave the room. The two of you had exchanged a look, though, knowing neither of you would ever let him live it down.) and the year Eddie had bought you your first acoustic six-string with the promise of lessons from him (it was onyx black and shined with promise as Eddie explained the two of you needed to use paint markers to decorate it).

It was going on five years of the tradition that had stemmed from both of you never being able to afford much for each other, but still wanting to show you care nevertheless. And as the years had gone on, the gifts had slowly found their rhythm. There was always a perfect mixture of cliche throwaway gifts, gag gifts, and gifts so sentimental that some tears were sure to be shed by one of the parties.

“I didn’t think it would break,” you scrunch your nose slightly as Eddie holds up the cigarette, limp from the crack in the middle of it.

“What did you expect, just throwing it in here like that?” Eddie laughs, not bothered in the slightest. He had a pack of Camels snug in the pocket of his leather jacket slung over his desk chair. It was the thought that counted, after all.

“I expected it to be absolutely fucking invincible for how expensive the pack was,” you whine, and he can’t help but watch you with bemusement, “I spent my last dollar from my tips on that damn pack.”

The mention of that softens the look in Eddie’s eyes. He knew the two of you struggled to come up with enough money to even keep up this tradition; he had hardly seen you due to how many spare shifts you’d been picking up at Benny’s the last few weeks.

You catch the look, immediately straighten up, “No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Munson. I can see you going there. Come back to me, idiot.”

Idiot. The term of endearment you’d coined for him since you’d first met in sophomore year of high school. He’d heard it in a dozen different tones - elated, annoyed, exhausted - but not a single one held an ounce of genuine negativity towards him. You made idiot sound like my love.

He wasn’t your lover, though. He kicked himself in the shins every morning over it, always telling himself that today was the day and I’m going to tell her how I feel finally.

Spoiler alert. He never did.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he offers up his own loving nickname for you, “I just know you’ve been busting your ass at Benny’s-”

“Yes, I have, because I want to spoil you for the holidays. I don’t regret a single second of it. Even when those creepy old men tried to shove the dollar bills in my shirt rather than just hand them to me.”

You both laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been very funny when it happened, leading to you calling Eddie crying and him coming to your rescue, but enough time had passed to see the humor in it all.

The rest of the gift exchange goes as expected for the most part. The gag gifts pull the appropriate amount of laughter, and the more genuine gifts pull a softness out of each other that nearly had each of your eyes’ pupils forming hearts.

Eddie fawns over a pack of pics you’d had customized with Corroded Coffin’s logo, and you react just as bluntly as expected when you pull a long red candle from your stocking, looking up to Eddie blankly.

“For when I finally sacrifice you in the woods,” he explains with a cheesy grin, “Gotta have candles if we’re going to worship Satan, sweetheart.”

“Ha-ha,” you dead pan, tilting your head slightly as you keep a straight face, completely unimpressed, “You’re hilarious, Munson.”

“Hey, I could have made a sex joke,” he throws up his hands in a defensive manner, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the ground in faux shyness.

“Yeah, yeah - you could have made a sex joke,” you mumble as you shove the candle to the side, a smile still escaping the corners of your mouth.

“As a matter of fact, I still can. Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you replaced my stocking this year, darling, and that it’s noticeably larger. Finally big enough to fit over my massive dic-”

“You’re disgusting,” you interrupt, grabbing the candle and now whacking one of his knees with it, making him fall victim to an uncontrollable giggling fit, “Have you ever been told that? Let me be the first to tell you - you’re absolutely vile, Edward Munson.”

You don’t mean it, and he knows you don’t. You’re both laughing too much over it.

You’re starting to get to the bottom of the stockings now. You each have an odd arrangement of candy that had been included in each respective stocking - Eddie is socking on a blue jolly rancher, being sure to make annoying slurping noises to get a rise out of you, as you nibble on a miniature candy cane. There’s only one gift left in your stocking, a small box that you only reach for once you rewrap the candy cane in the plastic wrap it’d come in that you’d saved to avoid getting sticky fingers.

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling it out and letting the empty stocking fall into your lap.

Eddie looks up from where he was preoccupied with attempting to open another jolly rancher. His eyes light up from the present in your palm, “Oh, only saving the best one for last, sweet thing.”

You look at him questioningly, but begin to slide your finger under the delicate edge of the small box regardless. It takes concentration to pry open the box without tearing it, but you do, you gasp.

In a bed of cotton, there’s a necklace.

It looks like a copy of Eddie’s signature pick necklace. But instead of the dark swirling black between clouds of burgundy red, it shines with pearlescent opal white and ruby red, glimmering on a silver chain as if it were made of jewels.

When you gently lift it from the box, it’s clear it’s not a real pick. It’s heavier - Hell, it might actually be made of gemstones.

“Eddie-” you gasp, cutting yourself off, mesmerized by the beauty.

He’s nearly shaking with delight, “It’s a locket. Look, open it.”

You see what he means immediately, realizing that the weight was from the thickness of the faux pick. There’s a subtle seam, with a silver lock on the side that clicks gently when you press on it. The locket swings open, and inside is a snug photo of you and Eddie. You can pinpoint exactly when the photo was taken; it was at your birthday party two years ago, both of you laughing with cake icing on the tips of your nose. The photo is in dramatic black and white, but you can still picture how obnoxiously red your cheeks were with Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you two lost it over God knows what.

You feel yourself beginning to tear up, completely stunned, “I- Oh my God, Eddie. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with how I’m the best friend ever,” he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you let out a breathless laugh.

“It’s…God, it’s beautiful. This- This is too much, Eddie. I can’t imagine how expensive-”

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, waving his hands frantically, refusing to listen to your lecture. He didn’t care if it had cost him everything he owned, down to the clothes on his back - it was worth it to see that look on your face. “Don’t even start, sweetheart. One of Wayne’s friends at the plant has a wife who makes jewelry for a living. We got the family discount because she thought the idea was so dang adorable,” his voice pitches to mock the mystery woman, and it makes you tearily laugh some more.

You look back down at the open locker, finger tracing over the opposite side from the photo.

E. It’s engraved in cursive. As if you’d ever forget the initial of the boy in the photo - the boy in front of you.

“You really had to choose the photo that made me look like a dork, didn’t you?” you softly tease under your breath, staring at the memory in unfiltered fondness.

“Someone’s got to keep you humble,” he retorts.

You ignore his comment, standing quickly and holding the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on?”

He doesn’t hesitate to leap off the bed to your side, taking the chain gingerly before you turn and face your back to him. His movements are careful and deliberate as he brushes your hair off to the side, cold fingers skimming over your skin and sending shivers down your spine before he loops the necklace around the front of your chest. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp for a few moments before finding success.

“Aha! Perfect,” he claps as you spin around, grinning giddily at the weight that sits naturally between your collarbones. It gives you a sense of security, a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you earnestly say, voice crumbling with emotions as your smile shines and you lift a hand to pinch the necklace between two fingers. The locket is smooth as you rub over it, “I love it.”

His face reflects your happiness right back before you suddenly throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. He returns it immediately, squeezing you back just as strongly. You both melt into the hug, comfortable as you eventually beginning to just-barely-sway in the middle of Eddie’s room, chests pressed together as hearts beat in sync.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair before placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Merry Christmas, Eds.”

You finally pull away, both of you returning to your original positions on the bed. Gifts are scattered around you, mixing with candy and wrappers, as Eddie pulls up his stocking and begins to shake it upside down.

“There’s not any more gifts, Eddie, you already opened them-” you cut yourself off, the smile that had your cheeks aching still fading when a piece of paper flutters from his stocking.

Oh no.

“No more gifts, you say?” he smirks in your direction, picking up the folded note, “What’s this, then?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You’d forgotten about that. When you’d been wrapping Eddie’s gifts the night before, Robin had joined you to keep you company. The two of you had broken into a few bottles of wine around the house when you had a bright idea (at least, at the time it seemed bright. Now, it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. Ever.). Coupons for Eddie, ranging from redemption for kisses to redemption for more… explicit acts. To be fair, Robin had egged you on, knowing of your hopeless crush of two years on your best friend. You’d folded each ‘coupon’ and sealed them with kisses from red lipstick the two of you had dug out of your desk drawers. You’d chickened out when the buzz from the wine faded, and pulled all of the ridiculous notes out before properly filling the stocking with his actual gifts.

Or at least, you thought you’d gotten all of the notes out. Clearly, you hadn’t.

“Don’t open that!” you blurt out, lurching forward and attempting to snatch the paper from Eddie. It only makes his smirk grow, hand shooting out away from you, glancing wildly between you and the kiss-stained paper.

“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he mocks, pulling a face at you as he brings the paper back to his face, beginning to unfold it.

“No, Eddie, seriously, don’t read it. Please. It was so stupid, I- Robin and I were drinking, and I just…” you trail off in your explanation as he completely disregards you and his eyes trail over your scribbled words.

You didn’t even know which one had been left behind. You could only hope it was one of the less vulgar ones.

“Is this a joke?” he asks softly. You’re shocked - you’d expected merciless teasing. Not whatever look was currently in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, trying to peer over to see what the paper said. Depending on which dumb coupon it was, your answer would change, “I- Sort of. Maybe. No. I don’t know.”

You begin to wring your hands in your lap, waiting for him to respond. You felt so nauseated you considered escaping to the bathroom. Maybe you could die of embarrassment in the Munson men’s bathtub.

But then you remember it’s the Munson men’s bathtub, and decide the better fate may lay here, Eddie glancing up at you with moving curiosity, eyebrows furrowed.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole.

“Yes or no? Is it a joke?” he asks again, a stern tone that manages to not come across angry.

Your stomach and chest twist in sync, “No. It isn’t a joke.”

Suddenly, Eddie is taking the note and thrusting it towards you, eyes blown wide and chest heaving.

“Then I’d like to redeem it now, please.”

You don’t realize it, but the room had started spinning the moment Eddie had read what was written down. It felt like a dream - a dream he’d indulged in with no hopes of it ever coming true for an embarrassingly long amount of time now.

Your hands shake as you reach out to take the note from him, and you look down to see just how much drunk you had screwed you over in this moment.

In your messy handwriting, it reads: Coupon for Eddie Munson - good for one (1) kiss. To be redeemed at Eddie’s discretion.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't a vulgar one, before the reality of what Eddie had just requested hits you.

“Did you just- did you just say you want to redeem it now?”

Eddie nods, a determined look crossing his face, “Yes, please.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, letting the emotions in the air sink in. It takes a moment before you both break out into withheld, shy smiles.

“Okay,” you sigh.

Before you can overthink it, you’re both leaning forward, Eddie’s hands cupping your cheeks as his lips meet yours tenderly. It’s just a peck, nothing more, but it sends your heart into cardiac arrest. You can still taste the jolly ranchers on his lips, and he tastes the sweet mint of the candy cane on yours.

You both pull back slightly, his hands not leaving your face, knees pressing together. Your eyes had fluttered close, and you don’t have the guts to open them quite yet and face the consequences of what had just happened between the two of you.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, your entire body tensing as you await rejection.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you’re met with the sound of Eddie’s gentle voice, “I like you, too.”

Your eyes finally spring open to already find him staring at you with adoration. “You do?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart. I let you touch my first sweetheart. I only give that privilege to the prettiest of girls,” he laughs, eyes flickering to your lips but still keeping his distance.

“You’ve only let me have that privilege.”

“Exactly.”

He finally closes the distance again, lips slotting against yours as if they’re meant to be. Something clicks in the Universe, something that says that this is right and meant to happen. Two years of silent and hopeless pining, only to find out both your feelings were returned. It leaves the two of you delirious as you both deepen the kiss. Somehow, Eddie ends up scooting up his bed until his back meets the wall where his headboard would be if he had one, you straddling his lap. It’s all still so innocent; just the two of you, soft and sickly sweet kisses as you hold one another as if you expect the other to vanish.

“Merry Christmas, Eds,” you repeat your earlier statement and reach up to his gifted locket on instinct now. It feels right. You and him this close, you and him kissing, the photo of you resting against your chest where it belongs.

“Best Christmas ever,” he chuckles before he captures you in another kiss.

He’s right. It’s safe to say the two of you struggle to ever top that Christmas. You make it a running joke to always include coupons in his stocking from that year on. Each year, the coupons get better, sometimes raunchy and sometimes just downright adorable.

Good for one cuddle.

Good for one blowjob (don’t waste it).

Good for one surprise date night.

They’re always fairly clever, and each year, he thinks you get closer to topping that first note.

But it’s not until years down the road, when the two of you sit across from each other in your now shared living room, in some big city you now call home, that he knows that he had finally topped that year. The look on your face when you dig into the bottom of your stocking, finding the small box that contains the diamond ring he’d been saving up for ever since that first kiss, tells him everything he needs to know.

It’s still pretty nice when he hears you squeal yes out loud, though.

#twenty four hours of christmas #writing #asks #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #this one... this one got to me #but in a soft way

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Vying 2 (Alastor x Gn!Reader x Vox)

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cw: vulgar language, violence, cannibalism (nothing too extreme)

wc: 6,676

Part 1

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Comfortably snuggled in the sheets laid (Y/n) who slept so nicely until several knocks woke them up. "(Y/n)? Are you awake?" By the sound of it, it was Charlie calling. Groaning loudly (Y/n) made their presence known. "I'll take it you're awake! Please come down in a few minutes. We have a group exercise to do!" Charlie said cheerfully. "Okaaay," (Y/n) drawled out, rubbing their eyes. Charlie beamed, telling them 'See you soon!' before skipping down the hall. (Y/n) got up, though begrudgingly, and got dressed. Just as they were about to finish up, a light blue card on their nightstand peaked their interest.

Upon closer inspection, (Y/n) saw Vox's face plastered across it coupled with an adress, presumably of VoxTech's headquarters. "Did the dude go into my room again, while I slept?" (Y/n) thought, finding the answer on the back of the card. "Vox here (obviously) Forgot to give you my card. Contact me anytime and whenever you need something," it stated, followed by an obnoxiously large autograph. "Fucking Christ...," (Y/n) muttered, already regretting considering the guy's proposal. "(Y/n), my dear! Folks are waiting for us!" Alastor's voice calls out, followed by a couple knocks. "Coming!" They replied, shoving the card down their pocket. Quickly they opened the door, after throwing on a jacket, and walked down the hall with Alastor who seemed to be in a good mood.

"What's with the cheery attitude?" (Y/n) asked, placing their hands in the jacket's pockets. "Hm?" Alastor hummed, "Oh, it's nothing really. I'm just glad you're not as mad as last night." Chuckling (Y/n) reassured, "Heh, yeah. I'm not the kinda person anymore to hold a grudge forever." "You used to be?" Alastor asked, briefly glancing at (Y/n) who had a vacant look in their eyes, accompanied with a distant smile. "Yeah..., believe it or not, I used to be pretty uptight too," they sighed, stretching their arms before lazily putting them behind their neck, "Now I just wanna relax and see where life takes me." Humming Alastor joked they could share some more wisdom with such a poor sinner as himself.

That earned him a playful shove, followed by a quiet 'Oh you!'. He laughed softly, finding (Y/n)'s attitude refreshing. "They seem to enjoy my presence," Alastor thought, "That's good. Soon enough they will feel comfortable enough to enter a contract with me or follow my words..." (Y/n)'s smile pulled him out of his thoughts as he noticed the twinkle in their eyes shine brighter. "Hey guys!" They greeted, waving at everyone. Charlie returned the greeting with a suffocating hug, "Oh, I'm so happy you are following the rules! I'm sure, you'll be redeemed in no time!" "Su-Sure...," (Y/n) chocked out, "Charlie... Air..." "Oh right of course!" She immediately let go, allowing the sinner to take in a deep breath. (Y/n) couldn't help, but find the joyfulness Charlie displayed remind them of their little sister. They wonder if she is also stuck in hell, although (Y/n) greatly doubted it. Nevertheless the thought stays in the back of their mind.

Clasping her hands, Vaggie called out, "Alright! Now that everyone is here. Let's start with the group exercise!" The exercise goes as followed. A group plays out a little scenario where a moral decision needs to be made. The rest have to figure out what the correct answer is. Charlie will then reveal the correct answer and explain why it's correct. "Okay! Angeldust, Alastor and Sir Pentious, you guys go first," Charlie announced, retrieving their flashcards which has their roles and dialogue written on.

Angeldust is supposed to play the role of a widowed mother. Sir Pentious is his kid who is 12 years old and Alastor is a rich wealthy man. "Oh my dear child," Angeldust read in a monoton voice, "I don't think we have enough money for food." "Do not worry mother!" Sir Pentious declared full of vigor, "I found a lot of money!" "Knock, knock~!" Alastor sang. Angeldust looked at him before asking him, "Hello, how can I help?" "Well you see, your brat," Alastor glared at Sir Pentious who promptly hid behind Angel, "stole money from me. I've come to retrieve it. If you do not hand it over, I will alert the law enforcement immediately!" "Ok, now what would you do if you were in the mother's position?" Charlie asked excitedly.

Husk and (Y/n) exchanged a look. "Uuuh, I guess keep the money?" Husk answered before continuing, "Otherwise they will starve, won't they?" "Well...," Charlie looked a little stumped. "If you ask me, the rich guy is the bad guy here anyway. The loser sees a struggling family and still wants his money," (Y/n) chimed in, noticing Alastor frown at the mention of loser. "Sorry, Alastor," they added, making Alastor shake his head and wave them off. "Well, the correct thing would be to give the money back, but you two make very great arguments...," Charlie stated doubtfully before continuing hopefully, "Let's go to the next scenario and see how that goes!" Now it was Angeldust's, Sir Pentious' and Alastor's turn to be the audience.

Husk and (Y/n) are a couple who are arguing. "You drink so much," (Y/n) accused with a shaky voice, "Everytime you drink, you become so mean!" Husk looked like he wanted to be anywhere, but here. "I'm fine. You need to get over it," he stated, taking a swig out of an empty bottle, "the bottle is empty..." "Don't worry, go on!" Charlie quietly cheered. Husk briefly glanced at Charlie before looking back at (Y/n). "Can you really blame me for drinking?" Husk asked irritated, "I had a really really bad childhood." (Y/n) rolled their eyes, while Husk groaned. "If you can't satisfy me, I will just look for another guy!" They yelled before pretending to leave. "Good!" Husk yelled back, taking another swig of the empty bottle.

Clapping her hands vigorously, Charlie now looked at the audience. "So, how would you guys try to solve the argument without (Y/n) walking out?" She asked. "Husk would need to go to rehab before solving anything," Angeldust suggested, smiling at how Husk rolled his eyes. Charlie nodded happily, looking at the other two. "Well I believe (Y/n) needs to either break up with Husk," Alastor began, making Charlie grin from ear to ear, "or murder him, bury him in the dirt where he belongs and allow me to make him wish he would have had the heart to acknowledge (Y/n)'s concerns!" Charlie's grin fell. Husk grimaced at the suggestion, especially after Alastor shot him a glance. "Oh ho!" Alastor laughed, "I jest! I jest!" "Okay, that first bit was kinda okay," she affirmed, gazing at Sir Pentious, "do you have any ideas?" The sinner thought for a moment. "Oh! Oh! Maybe (Y/n) could have tried talking about the childhood with Husk and make him feel better," Sir Pentious answered, feeling mighty proud of his answer.

The Princess of Hell felt just as proud, exclaiming, "Yes! Yes! These all are great and valid ideas. The correct answer I had written down was that (Y/n) needs to be more empathetic and not immediately jump to a different person. Husk needs to be more honest about his feelings and take care of himself or allow to be taken care of." "Cool, can we fuck off now?" Angeldust who lazily laid across the couch chimed in. Before Charlie or Vaggie could say something, (Y/n) intervened, "That's rude, asshole." Angeldust merely scowled, not bothering to even glance at (Y/n). "It's fine, (Y/n)," Charlie reassured, "but yes, this will be it for today's exercise. I think we made some good progress!" Everyone either nodded or hummed, leaving to do their own thing.

Also (Y/n) was heading out. They figured they could do some more exploring and visit Vox, just to check out what he's got. Maybe he knows enough people to tell them if their sister in hell as well. Before they could leave the hotel, Alastor stopped them. "(Y/n)~," he sang, holding onto their shoulder, "You still owe me a rendezvous." Chuckling (Y/n) replied, "That hungry? I guess we can go now. I wouldn't mind a delicious meal." "Wonderful!" He squeezed their shoulders before offering his arm to interlink. "Ah, what the hell...," (Y/n) thought, accepting Alastor's offer. Both of them then headed out to the cannibal district, whilst Alastor filled the silence with stories of his first arrival in hell as well as how he met Rosie.

In the meantime Vox was fiddling with his mighty computer. He tried finding ways to maximise his view count on his shows, but alas it seemed he already optimised everything. Propping his arm on the table, he placed the weight of his head on his hand. He furrowed his brows before groaning in frustration. "There must be a way...," Vox muttered mindlessly. "To what? Find your little sinner?" "Fuck!" Vox yelled shocked, spinning around to see Velvet stand behind him, "You scared the shit out of me!" "That was my intention. Great that it worked out, right?" She smiled, continuing, "So you're still looking for the new-comer?" Vox sighed, "No, Velvet. I already found 'em, but we came to the agreement that I won't spy on them as long as they consider joining the Vees." Velvet looked at him confused. Vox raised an eyebrow.

"That's it?" She asked, sitting down on Vox's desk, "I thought your business talk would have been more effective." "Ugh, don't remind me...," Vox groaned, remembering how he allowed his emotions to take precedence and almost screwed up the whole project. Then to top it all off, he forgot to leave his business card and left it after they fell asleep. He really needs to reboot and maybe install some new updates to his system. "You might still wanna see what I found," Velvet said, showing him her phone. On the screen was sinistagram open with a particular post shown. It was a grainy picture, glitching significantly, however the figures were clearly recognizable. They were Alastor and (Y/n) who were holding onto one another smiling.

Voxs eye started turning red, radio waves very audible, making Velvet smirk. Slamming his fist down onto the desk, Vox cussed, "That old-timey freak! He should fucking know better and stay away from what's mine!" "You mean ours?" Velvet inquired. "Yeah yeah," Vox was quickly typing away on his computer, far too consumed by rage to acknowledge Velvet. She rolled her eyes, but got yet again confused when Vox got to a camera which showed Alastor and (Y/n). "Hold on there, darling. Don't you have a binding deal?" Velvet asked, observing the screen with curiosity. "We didn't make a deal, just came to an agreement," Vox corrected, bouncing his leg impatiently up and down. Now this has Velvet really stumped. How can the ever charismatic Vox fail to even make a deal? Something was clearly amiss. "So you could have been spying on them this whole time without them knowing and just... didn't?" She clarified.

Sighing Vox replied, "Yes, I could have, but after my blunder I don't wanna risk anything..." That made Velvet gasp, "Don't tell me you might be... developing morals! That's fucking disgusting!" She faked gagging noises, making Vox roll his eyes. "Velvet sweetheart," he gently started, "You should know me well enough to know, I'm just playing it safe. Nothing wrong with that." "Yeah, but this is unlike you to be acting this cautious, like how the fuck would they even find out you were spying on them?" She countered, crossing her arms. "Listen," he told her, "we don't even know how they were able to rake up so many souls in such a short time. Anything is possible."

Velvet gestured to the screen, "Then why spy on them now?" Vox laughed, "Pfft, what? No! This can hardly be called spying! I merely got concerned over the poor new-comer being near that freaky Radio Demon." Velvet just hummed, not impressed by Vox's clear denial that something was wrong with his system. "Whatever," she said, sitting up, "Check up your system 'cause there is something completely bugged. Whether you like it or not, you've never acted like this before." This gave Vox pause to think. Velvet wasn't wrong. He noticed it too, but still has to save face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," he waved her off. Velvet huffed before ultimately leaving Vox alone. Focusing his gaze back onto the screen Vox just couldn't help, but feel envy consume his soul.

He tapped his fingers on the desk in an impatient manner. "Perhaps," he mused, "it's mere possessiveness... It has to be. If it's..." Shaking his head, he sighed. Is this maybe the true punishment for his sins? Still be second to that wretched Radio Demon and have a desired soul be the embodiment of that? No, no, Vox can't allow them to consume him. Fickle emotions shouldn't interfere with his goals. In fact, they can't. They simply can not.

Whilst Vox was experiencing a crisis, Alastor was feeling quite ecstatic. They finally arrived in the cannibal district and he could not wait any longer for some nice food. "How about we settle for the restaurant right around the corner?" Alastor suggested, "It has glowing reviews!" (Y/n) nodded, replying, "Take the lead." This made Alastor grin much more. "Starting to trust me, eh?" He remarked, noting (Y/n) roll their eyes. "I mean, do I have a choice? You know Hell much better obviously," they smiled, reassuringly tapping his arm. The gesture softened Alastor's expression. "That's correct, dear. You don't have a choice," he chuckled. Arriving at the restaurant, (Y/n) suggested sitting outside instead of inside. Alastor agreed, pulling back the chair for them before sitting down himself.

After scanning through the rather small menu, both ordered and patiently waited for their order. "So I've been thinking," (Y/n) began hesitantly, "Uh, you remember that TV guy?" "I certainly do. What about him?" Alastor asked, propping his arms on the table, so he can lay his head on his hands. "His name is Vox, right? What's his deal? Do you know him?" The Overlord laughed, "Oh, I do, but you need not bother with the picture box. He is nuisance at worst." "Hm, I just thought he might be able to help me-" Alastor cut them off, "I'm sorry, but with what exactly can that piece of useless metal help with?" "Find my little sister," (Y/n) answered, earning a confused look from Alastor, "I don't know if she went to heaven or not and I just wanna make sure, she is fine." "Oh dear," Alastor began, "That's understandable. If my mother taught me anything, it's to always help a lady in need." "So you're willing to help me search for my sister?" (Y/n) asked hopefully, making Alastor grin excessively.

"Of course, dear!" He affirmed, adding, "But I need to get something out of this." "What could I even offer to you that's worth?" (Y/n) countered. Before Alastor was able to respond, the server arrived with the food. Briefly thanking him he turned his attention back to (Y/n) who had that vacant look in their eyes again. This made Alastor pause for a moment. "So?" They asked again. Alastor cleared his throat, "Your time. It's quite valuable to me." (Y/n) only raised an eyebrow in response. "Until we know the whereabouts of your little sister, I simply want you to spend time with me when I ask for it." "That's it? What would spending time together mean? Not something...," (Y/n) vaguely implied. Alastor took a bite of his food before answering, "Oh, heavans no! I mean, doing something like this. Go outside or do an activity together." (Y/n) took a bite out of the food as well, humming at the great taste.

The deal doesn't sound bad and it will only last until their little sister's location is known, so not forever. "What if I break the deal?" They asked, making Alastor chuckle. "Then your soul is mine," he explained, taking another bite, "The reviews certainly didn't lie..." "And you will have to follow through, right? Until she is found," (Y/n) clarified, chewing down some meat. Alastor nodded, continuing to eat with a smile plastered across his face. Thinking over the offer, (Y/n) couldn't see a bad side to it. To be honest, it was fairly balanced and sounded innocent enough. "Alright," they agreed, "I'll take you up on that deal." "Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" Alastor stretched out his hand, "Shake my hand and the deal will be in effect." As soon as (Y/n) was about to shake green mist started surrounding them, making them hesitate.

Alastor reassured them, "Nothing to fear dear. It's normal when you make a deal with me." (Y/n) thought it over one last time before going to shake his hand. Just as they were about to seal the deal, a voice yelled from across the street, "Alastor?!" The man immediately turned to the voice. He frowned, yet his smile is still present. "Damn it, this isn't ideal...," he murmered, looking at (Y/n) who took their hand back. Their focus was now on the two figure strolling over, Mimzy and Rosie to be exact. "Alastor sweetie!" Mimzy called, "what'cha doing with such a lovely sinner?" "We are not interrupting, right?" Rosie asked, glancing at both (Y/n) and Alastor. "Actually-" "Oh no, not at all," (Y/n) cut him off, "but who are you guys exactly?" Alastor scowled deeply.

"I'm Rosie and this is Mimzy. We are both good friends of Alastor's," she explained. "Not after this you are...," Alastor quietly remarked. Mimzy gasped, "So we are interrupting! Gosh Alastor, I would have never expected you to be the romantic type." "Say what now?" Both (Y/n) and Alastor asked simultaneously. Rosie commented, "Are you not on a date?" This made (Y/n) flush a little. I mean, Alastor did call it a rendezvous, but they thought it was just some old-timey way of saying 'hanging out'. Alastor picked up on the reaction and had an idea. "Why yes!" He declared, taking (Y/n)'s hand, "We were having a lovely little date that has been interrupted by your presence." "Wait what-" "Oh dear, we are so sorry! We'll leave right away," Rosie apologised, quickly with leaving with Mimzy in tow.

(Y/n) kept watching their retreating figures, whilst Alastor continued eating. Looking down (Y/n) noticed Alastor still had their hand in his. They took it back, making the Overlord's gaze turn to them. "What's the matter, dear?" He asked, finding their nervous expression amusing. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't think of this as a date," (Y/n) explained, "I've only been down here for like two days anyway.." Alastor nodded, feigning compassion, "That is very understandable, my dear and I am completely fine with that, but you said, you wanted to be more carefree, right?" (Y/n) hummed in agreement, finishing their food. "This could be a good starting point, don't you think?" Alastor asked, finishing his meal as well. Playing with the table cloth, (Y/n) avoided his piercing gaze. They just couldn't believe the sheer luck that cursed them, because if Alastor wants them romantically, does that night mean Vox wants them too?

They have no idea what is considered normal behaviour. To be fair, they have only been here for two days, but even then all they hear is insane shit from anyone who opens their mouth. Alastor does have a valid point, however... "I'm sorry," (Y/n) stood up, fishing out some stolen money from their pocket before putting it down on the table, "I think we should end this here." Alastor looked very surprised. He doesn't think anyone has ever rejected him before. Of course, it was either due to fear or for his charismatic personality. Has he gone rusty over the 7 years? Nevertheless, he continued on, "Alright, as you wish, dear. Allow me to pay for the meals." "No, no," (Y/n) countered, "I don't..." They sighed, struggling to talk at all.

Alastor remained seated, pulling out his wallet to leave his half of the bill on the table as well. "Then allow me to at least escort you back to the hotel," he requested, his tone shifting into something more soothing. It made (Y/n) tense up. "Listen, when I say we end it here, I'm saying we go our separate ways," they explained, adding, "I will still come back to the hotel. I just need some space is all." Alastor stood up perplexed. He was sure he couldn't have messed up that badly. "Why is that, might I ask?" His strained voice asked. Gulping nervously (Y/n) found his grin now to be very unsettling. "I don't wanna give you some sort of false hope," they began, fiddling with the card, "And I wanna go to Vox anyway..." "That picture box?" Alastor asked, clearly annoyed. "Yes, I know you don't like him, but I wanna meet the guy." (Y/n)'s response quieted Alastor down and made him so still in fact, they believed he went catatonic.

Just as (Y/n) thought to just leave, Alastor adjusted his coat with a huff, "Very well, if you desire to visit that nuisance, I suppose there is nothing I can do." They sighed before shrieking back when Alastor gently tapped their nose with his staff. "Be warned however," he stated, "He might not be in control of his emotions as much as I am. After all..." Alastor couldn't help, but laugh as he thought back to rejecting Vox's offer to join the Vees, "He is far more prone to deluding himself in a perfect image before realising reality can be much different." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow and replied, "Alright then... Glad you're not mad or anything." "Me? Mad?" Alastor laughed loudly, "At best I might be a tad jealous that you'd prefer getting yourself in trouble instead of relaxing on such a fine day with me, but alas, for our relationship to properly establish I believe I need to trust your judgement and let you do your own mistakes."

(Y/n) pressed their lips together into a fine line at the word 'relationship'. They hoped, he was saying that for a platonic relationship. "I'm gonna get going now," (Y/n) began, exiting the little restaurant with Alastor in tow, "For what it's worth, it was quite pleasant hanging out with you." They smiled at him which made the Overlord smile in return. "I agree, however please do consider our deal." (Y/n) looked confused before remembering the deal they almost agreed on. "Oh yeah! We can do that handshake thing after I visited Vox." Alastor nodded, although he would have certainly preferred doing it sooner rather than later. Both departed in opposite direction. The Overlord thought he might as well use the opportunity and search for Mimzy as well as Rosie. They need to know to not interfere his outings with (Y/n) for the future.

In the meantime the cameras of VoxTech picked up on (Y/n) leaving cannibal district. Vox, who was slumped on his desk, consumed by his irritating thoughts, sat up straight as a beep alerted of him. He rubbed his eyes before focusing on the screen. "They are moving...," he absentmindedly spoke as he realised what they were holding. "Oh shit," Vox cursed standing up and looking around, "They are headed this way. I need to clean up! I need to look my best! I need-" He stopped himself and took a deep breath, "I need to present VoxTech as a far more reliable option than the Hotel..." With a now much clearer mind, Vox made his office more suitable for guests.

(Y/n) on the other hand had a lot of trouble finding the adress. "This sucks...," they mumbled, noticing a sinner on the side of the road, "Ah! Excuse me, do you know-" "Get lost, asshole," he cut them off. Snarling (Y/n) grew in a couple of feet, monstrous features growing as well. The sinner cowered in fright at the sight, screaming in fear as (Y/n) brutally snapped their back in half before consuming them whole. After gulping down their meal, (Y/n) returned to their normal form. "So rude...," they murmered, burping as well as gagging, "Ah..., ugh also disgusting..." (Y/n) continued their journey, eating up any sinner who didn't give them directions. Thus they subsequently gained more power, however they would prefer to not get too full.

Just as they were about to give up completely, they saw the VoxTech sign in the near distance. A grin stretched onto their features as they headed straight to the building. VoxTech was huge, adorned with pretty lights and an overall sleek design. (Y/n) couldn't help, but find very flashy. "Vox doesn't seem like such a show off though...," they thought as they entered. The interior was coloured a light pink with a couple couches and plants as decoration. Of course, cameras were in every corner. (Y/n) grinned, flipping one camera off. In the middle of it all was the receptionist who was filing her nails. "Uh hi...," (Y/n) greeted, noting how the woman behind the desk seemed annoyed, "Can I see Vox, please?" She stopped, giving them an unbothered look before sighing excessively, "Name and time of appointment." "Oh uh, I got no appointment. Vox told me to visit him whenever. Though my name is-," they tried explaining but got cut off by the woman.

She laughed lowly, "Sorry, sweetheart, but move along. Mister Vox has no time for some delusional fan." (Y/n) scowled, their nose scrunching up as they growled, "I'm not someone you should laugh at. Now tell me where I can find him." The receptionist looked now annoyed. "Look, if you're not going willingly, I'm just gonna call security," she heaved a warning, adding, "Now scram, bitch." (Y/n)'s form started changing as their height grew and monstrous features became more present. "What did you call me?!" They yelled, baring all their teeth. Just as security arrived, so did Vox through one of the cameras. "(Y/n)!" He called out, making the sinner return to their regular form, "I would prefer you to not eat my incompetent employee." A wave of Vox's hand stopped the security officers and they quickly left. The receptionist however cowered as Vox towered over her.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry, Sir. I thought they were just some-" "Just some fan," Vox smiled condescendingly, "Yes, yes, I heard that." He finally turned to (Y/n) a suave smirk on his lips. "My apologies, it seems a certain employee still has a lot to learn about how to treat guests," Vox softly spoke, stretching out his arm for (Y/n) to take. They rolled their eyes, still taking the offer. "It's fine," (Y/n) chuckled, "To be honest, this reminds me of when we first met." The comment had Vox almost break character as he quietly groaned, "Don't remind me..." (Y/n) laughed a little, relaxing as well. He smirked in return, "Let's go, shall we?" (Y/n) nodded, following Vox into a hall that lead to the enormous glass elevators which had a nice view on the streets.

A comfortable silence fell upon the two as the elevator took them up to the highest floor. Allowing their thoughts to just wander, (Y/n)'s eyes scanned over Hell's street. They were filthy, but at least the people walking around looked amusingly small, just like ants in fact. They looked far cuter from high up. Soft touches brought them back to reality. Vox was mindlessly stroking their hand gently. A brief glance up to Vox followed which he shortly noticed. He lightly smiled before looking back at the streets. This made (Y/n) frown as they took back their arm and put a stop to the soft touches.

Vox didn't protest. He just put his hands into his coat's pockets. The air grew slightly awkward after, but the journey came to end anyway. When (Y/n) stepped out though, they couldn't believe their eyes. The room was so large. It was like nothing to what they used to have growing up. Especially the huge screens accompanied by the just as huge desk made their breath hitch. There was also a dark blue couch with a small coffee table in front of it which looked very expensive. On the small table were also champagne, glasses and... "Queef?!" Vox called, panic surging through his cables, "What're you doing here?" Immediately he went and took the creature from the table. It barked, fidgeting in Vox's grasp. "What is that?" (Y/n) asked, finding amusement in the TV's frustration. Groaning Vox replied, "A Queef. It's the pet of my business partner." He quietly mumbled, "Why the fuck would Val leave him for me to babysit now?" Swiftly the Overlord went to the elevator and let Queef zip down to another floor.

Just as swiftly he went to his computer, typing away. (Y/n), in the meantime, opted to take a seat and pour themself a drink. The screen changed suddenly, displaying a very well dressed woman. "Ew, get that shit out of my face," she yelled before turning her attention to Vox, who had a scowl on his face, "What do you want?" "Val left Queef here. Take care of him for me, will ya?" He requested to be only met with a frown. "Why?" She drawled out, "Queef is gonna make a fucking mess in my studio." "Well, I have a guest to entertain, so-" "Oh, is it your crush?" She cut him off, making him chocke on air. "No, Velvet! They can hear you!" Vox stated, his voice taking on more white noise. "Oh!" Velvet came closer to the camera, noticing (Y/n) in the background, "Hi darling!" (Y/n) merely waved as they happily took another sip of champagne. Vox on the other hand simply stated, "He is already on his way, so take care of him. Okay, bye~!" "Wait, what-" The screen went black and Vox heaved a sigh before turning to (Y/n) with a strained grin.

Chuckling he smoothly spoke, "It seems we are cursed, sweetheart." "So it seems," they hummed, setting their glass down, "Good choice of alcohol. Want me to pour you a glass too?" Vox nodded, sitting down next to them, casually draping his arm over the couch. (Y/n) hand him his glass from which he took a healthy sip. "Thanks," Vox said, allowing himself to clear his throat, "So how has Hell been treating you so far?" He crossed his legs, leaning further to (Y/n). "Must have been rough if you came to me so fast," he mused, chuckling a little. (Y/n) shook their head, an easy smile on their lips. "Not at all, to be honest Hell has been far more soft to me than Earth has been," they replied, making Vox raise an eyebrow.

"Back on Earth I had to keep track of everyone and everything around to, you know, not get caught killing," they explained, relaxing into the couch, "but I don't have to worry here. I can eat whoever pretty much." (Y/n) laughed a little, thinking back to the times they had nightmares about getting caught and how silly it all seems now. After taking another sip, Vox set his glass aside. "So what I am hearing you came to gain more power to eat more folks?" He asked. Shaking their head (Y/n) explained, "No, no, I wanted to ask you to search for a person." Vox blinked a few times, "Huh?" "It's my little sister," (Y/n) began, "she died before I did and I just wanna know if she is down here or went to heaven." This made Vox pause who had several thoughts enter his mind.

After a brief moment, he took their hand and squeezed it gently, "I get that, but you should know that extermination exists where angels come down from heaven to slaughter sinners, so... you know." Placing their other hand on his (Y/n) softly tapped on it reassuringly. "Yes, I'm aware. Alastor explained that to me before," they said, noting how Vox's eye twitched for a moment, "But I thought you might have a database or something. You seem like the sort of guy with that kinda power." Chuckling lowly, Vox replied, "While I appreciate the compliment, I don't have such a database, I'm afraid." (Y/n)'s small smile faded at the revelation which made Vox frown a little. "Don't worry though, sweetheart," Vox quickly added, "I am well connected as an Overlord and I can gather as much info as possible for you." (Y/n)'s eyes filled with glee as they held onto Vox's hands brought them up to their chest in excitement. "Really?!" They asked, pure hope lacing their voice.

It made Vox screen glitch for a moment before he stuttered out, "Ye-Yeah, it's no big deal." Not being able to control their joy, probably due to the alcohol, (Y/n) hugged Vox tightly. The man yelped. His system started overheating and his screen had warnings appear of possible a shutdown. Pushing them back a little, Vox hit the side of his head to get his screen working again. "Oh sorry," (Y/n) mumbled. Vox shook his head, partially to show it's fine, but also to make his head clearer. "It's alright. It's not the first someone threw themself onto me," he laughed, but stopped as soon as he saw the joke didn't land with (Y/n). Clearing his throat, Vox stated, "I don't offer my help for free though. In Hell everything comes with a price." This made (Y/n) heave a small sigh.

They took a big gulp from their glass. "Alright, what do you want from me?" They asked, tapping their heel on the floor, "My soul?" "Oh hell no," Vox laughed, a genuine smile present on his face, "I'd just want you to join the Vees." "And what would that entail? Like what am I required to do?" They continued inquiring, thinking back to Alastor's deal. "Well, you would have to attend our meetings and participate in keeping VoxTech's reputation high," he explained smirking, "Of course, you would be entitled to ask for help from any of the other Vees within reason." (Y/n) thought over everything that was said.

It sounded like a regular networking organisation. "I would be an equal member to everyone else, correct?" Vox nodded, enjoying (Y/n) focused expression. "Honestly, sounds fine to me," they began, "but I would like to not be forced to go to the meetings." Vox frowned, "And why might that be?" "I have to spend time with Alastor whenever he wants," (Y/n) answered, making Vox grip on the couch tightly. "What?" He meekly asked. "Yeah, I got a deal going on with him," (Y/n) explained, noticing Vox ripping into the couch, "We haven't shaken hands on it, but I'm considering it." Taking a deep breath, Vox tried gathering his cool. He chuckled lowly, "You can't be serious." "I'm very serious. I know you don't like the guy," (Y/n) began gently. "That puts it fucking lightly...," Vox mumbled, gulping down the last bit of champagne from his glass.

(Y/n) huffed, "But I need as much help in finding her as I can get. It's also not like that deal would bind us forever, so it's fine." "No, it's not fine," Vox smiled condescendingly, "See, that's why you should trust me. Alastor didn't tell you he could just drag his feet on the matter, did he?" This made (Y/n) speechless. They didn't think through that, huh? There really is nothing really stopping him from dragging his feet, but he made it sound like he'd put effort in. "And what's with your offer then? You could drag your feet as well!" (Y/n) retorted, feeling a little embarrassed. "Heh, sure, but what harm would it do to you?" Vox asked, grinning sweetly, "All you are supposed to do is attend meetings and uphold the reputation of VoxTech. You don't have to do anything else!"

Feeling pretty out of their element, (Y/n) simply huffed, crossing their arms. "Whatever, I'll make a deal with whoever I want!" They stated, making Vox fume. "So you're telling me," he started, adjusting in his seat to face (Y/n) better, "You're just gonna bind yourself to that fucking asshole and be fine with it?!" (Y/n) stayed silent, only giving Vox an annoyed stare. This ticked Vox off quite a bit. "I swear if you weren't that powerful, I would just hit you...," he mumbled, curling his hands into fists. "You'd hit me?!" (Y/n) asked aggressively. Vox took a deep breath before yelling back, "Of course! Maybe a good hit will make you realise how dumb it would be to make a deal with that old-timey radio freak!" "Maybe you're right... Fuck," they mumbled. "Of course, I'm right!" Vox retorted, waving his arms in frustration.

Heaving a sigh through their lips, (Y/n) calmed down. Vox followed suit, realising he might have gone a bit too far with his antics. "You know what?" (Y/n) spoke, standing up, "I'll consider it, but I think I need to sleep over this before shaking on anything." The Overlord nodded, relaxing into his seat, "Fine by me, sweetheart. I just want you to know, there is always gonna another side of the deal to consider." "Yeah, yeah, mister fancy pants," (Y/n) replied, holding into their head, "Fuck, I think I'm getting a headache..." Looking back the sinner was about to bid goodbye, but then their gaze fell onto the half full bottle of champagne. "You still need that?" They asked, pointing at the bottle. Vox rolled his eyes. "Just take it." "Sweet!" (Y/n) smiled, taking the bottle, "Thanks! Sorry for yelling by the way..." "No problem, sweetheart," Vox laughed, "To be fair, I should also apologise."

(Y/n) waited, but was only met with silence. "So?" They asked, noting how Vox's grin got bigger. "I said I should, not that I would," Vox laughed loudly at his own little joke. (Y/n) just groaned, but couldn't help the smile forming. "Well!" They said, stretching their arms, "Thanks for the hospitality and alcohol. It was fun hanging out with you." "Of course, babe," Vox smirked, "You should visit more often in future." "Maybe I will," (Y/n) replied, heading to the elevator. Vox followed them and went down as well. As he put it, it is the gentlemanly thing to do, is it not? Even though (Y/n) was ready to just walk back to the hotel, Vox insisted taking his car. Naturally it came with his personal chauffeur as well.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, (Y/n) simply agreed and let the chauffeur drive them to the hotel. Vox waved goodbye as the car drove off. At first he didn't notice the genuine smile on his face, but when he headed back inside he noticed his face reflected on the glass of the elevator. Quickly Vox shook his head trying to fight the warm feeling in his chest. He is the Vox. He is an Overlord among sinners, a powerful being that is feared. A powerful new-comer should not effect him this badly, but... As he looked out the glass elevator, Vox looked for the car. He found it and smiled lightly. Maybe it's fine. Maybe he can make it work.

Vox concluded he needed to drink a little more.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin vox #vox #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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Larissa Weems x reader

Part 4: I’m a shapeshifter

Warnings: a lot of smut/Larissa morphs sex/nsfw18+!

You’re pacing around your bedroom, going over the events of what happened earlier in the day. You sit on the edge of your bed and put your head in your hands.

What. The fuck. Am I doing?

You lay back and tap your stomach lightly, deciding whether or not to go back and see Larissa. On one hand, all you can think about is how amazing her lips feel against yours, how her hands feel like silk against your skin… but on the other hand, you needed a job. A real job, with real money. As much as you loved the idea of going into work every day to fuck, you still needed to get paid. You sit up and sigh, and check your phone for the time. 6:30pm. Well, it’s now or never. You quickly get changed into jeans and a check shirt, before deciding to leave.

6:55pm. You put your phone in your pocket and take a deep breath as you knock on Larissa’s office door. She calls for you to come in, and you peep your head around the door. As you step in she looks up from her laptop and smiles at you instantly. God, you could get used to seeing her smile like that every time she saw you. ‘’Hello, darling! Please, sit down.’’ She gestures towards her couch that sits in front of her fireplace. The warmth of the fire feels cosy against your cold cheeks. Larissa disappears for a few minutes in her kitchen then appears again with a bottle of red and two glasses. ‘’Care for some wine?’’ You nod and thank her shyly as she pours you a generous amount of wine.

You find yourself both sitting in silence for what feels like an eternity, both slowly taking sips of the red wine. You decide to clear your throat and speak. ‘’So…’’ you place your glass of wine down on the floor by your feet. ‘’I was wondering if we could talk about today…’’ you twiddle your fingers awkwardly, not sure where to look. Larissa leans back on the couch, with one arm resting behind you. ‘’Okay dear, what would you like to discuss?’’ She smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. God you’re so nervous now. Fuck. Just speak god damn it! You move away ever so slightly so you can try to think straight. ‘’I… I really loved today. The way you made me feel was.. incredible. But…’’ you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. ‘’I really need the job, like.. the actual job. I need to get paid and earn some money.. I really hope what happened today doesn’t mean you can’t be my employer anymore…’’ you pick up your glass of wine and take a big gulp, trying anything to stay calm.

Larissa thinks for a moment, before leaning forward and placing her wine down. She turns to face you directly. ‘’Y/N… you definitely still have your job here, if you want it… but I’m sure you could spare at least 20 minutes during your shifts?’’ She smiles and leans forward, taking the wine glass out of your hand and placing it on the floor, her hand now resting on your thigh. ‘’I promise, you will still get paid, no matter how much cleaning you manage to get done when I’m through with you.’’ She places a soft kiss on your neck. You swallow hard, before moving her chin up so you can kiss her. You slowly start to straddle her lap as the kiss goes from slow and gentle to rough and passionate. ‘’So… can I return the favour now?’’ You whisper against her lips. She lets out a small giggle and leans back to look at you. ‘’Yes, baby.’’ Fuck. There’s that nickname again. You clench your thighs together as you moan at her words. You stand up and take her hand, this time it’s you leading her to her bedroom.

After a few minutes of trying to pull each others clothes off you both lay naked on Larissa’s bed, each others hands begging to explore one another’s bodies. You push Larissa down onto her back and straddle her hips. You find yourself staring at her naked body, your finger tips tracing down her stomach. She shivers, and god did she look beautiful when she did. ‘‘You’re so beautiful, Larissa…’’ you lean down and place soft kisses along her neck, your hands on her hips. Your kisses move down to her chest, and her breath hitches in her throat. You let out a soft chuckle and slowly move your tongue over her right hard nipple, causing a beautiful moan to leave her mouth. ‘’God, Y/N… your tongue feels like silk.’’ She turns her fingers through your hair.

After a few minutes of worshipping her breasts, you sit back up. You can sense a look in Larissa’s eyes that she wants to say something. Had you done something wrong? Had she realised that she could do so much better than you already? You feel yourself becoming anxious and rather self conscious all of a sudden. You shift awkwardly. She notices a change in you.

‘’Y/N… what’s wrong, darling?’’ She tilts her head at you. Which was so adorable, fuck.

‘’I was about to ask you the same thing…’’ you laugh slightly, trying to brush off your anxiety. Larissa sits up, and wraps her arms around you. ‘’There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.’’ Oh no, here it comes. She’s married? She’s moving away? You’ll never see her again? Your mind was racing so you just nodded slowly, allowing her to carry on speaking. ‘’… I’m, a shapeshifter.’’ You blink, taking a moment to comprehend what that means.

‘’Oh… okay… well, that doesn’t bother me, not at all!’’ You smile at her, with relief but also with reassurance. She cups your cheek. ‘’I didn’t think it would bother you’’ she says. ‘’But… I thought maybe we could have some fun with it, if you’d be up for that?’’ Her voice was full of lust and desire, and to be honest when it came to Larissa Weems, you were up for anything. ‘’Yes, yes definitely. Anything.’’ You blushed at how desperate you sound. She smirks and tells you to lay down on the bed on your back. She grabs your hips and pulls you down to the edge of the bed. She drops to her knees, now eye level with your dripping cunt. She groans at the sight of you and places soft kisses along the inside of you left thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat as you involuntarily thrust your hips towards her face. Larissa stands up, and places your legs on her shoulders, holding onto your calves.

‘’Y/N… I want to fuck you… with my cock.’’ Your eyes widen, as you now suddenly understood what she meant when she told you she was a shapeshifter. You gulp slightly. ‘’How… big are you?’’ You ask nervously. You’ve only ever been with woman and had small toys, so this was all new to you. ‘’I can be as big or as small as you want, baby.’’ You smile up at her as you start to relax, you know she’ll take care of you. ‘’Erm… is 6 inches okay?’’ You take a deep breath.

‘’Perfect.’’ She holds your legs steady as she morphs her sex, now presenting a 6 inch cock. You look down and your eyes widen, you’re incredibly aroused and excited and nervous all at once. She waits for your nod of approval and slowly inserts the tip of her cock into you. You tense at first then slowly start to relax, locking eyes with her. You trust her, more than you’ve ever trusted anybody. She slowly goes in deeper, and once you’re adjusted to her size, she starts slowly thrusting into you. Moans escape your lips, your hands coming up to your breasts to play with your nipples. Larissa picks up her pace as she feels you become more relaxed, causing you to moan her name even louder. ‘’That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Such a good girl, aren’t you?’’ You try to reply but can’t speak, your mouth is just hanging open leaking out moans and profanities. You start rubbing your clit as she pounds into you, and sight of this causes Larissa to get close to climax.

‘’Fuck, Y/N… I’m gonna cum.’’

‘’Cum on my tits.’’ You almost can’t believe the words left your mouth but you were that desperate for Larissa you didn’t care. She moans as your words and pulls out of you, stroking her cock a few more times before cumming all over your chest, her warm cum coating your tits. Before you could think Larissa’s fingers are inside you, fucking you hard. ‘’cum for me, baby.’’ Her words and the feeling of her fingers are enough to cause you to crash over the edge, your back arching, eyes shut tight. After cleaning you both up, Larissa lays next to you on the bed, placing soft kisses on your face. You roll her on her back and lay your head on her chest. You feel like you could lay like this forever.

#love #lesbian #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems x reader #lgbt

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angelsanarchy · 1 month

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Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 06

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress vixenhatesyou

When Mike comes into the shop he sees Sicky, Leff and Y/n talking around the desk in the middle of the garage.

"You're late." Leff growled.

"If you didn't sleep with your TV on, I might actually get some rest." Mike complained. He didn't know why Leff kept his TV so loud. He never watched anything of substance. He just had it on to drown out the silence of the apartment.

"Aw you didn't get your beauty sleep?" Sicky teased.

"Blow me." Mike rolled his eyes at him.

"Take one for the team, won't you Y/n?" Sicky bumped her shoulder and she laughed.

"Can we focus here? What's the projection for new routes coming up now that you've come off some of that weight?" Y/n clearly had her head in business and Leff shook his head.

"You won't be on any of those drops. Those will go to Mike." Leff dismissed her.

"Leff, you can't just send him in there-" Leff cut her off.

"I can do whatever I want. Sicky has other more important routes and you can't even be on the same block so it goes to Mike. I'm not arguing about this." Leff looked at her sternly and she put her hands up.

"You can have the regular routes, he'll take the new ones and the few over in that neighborhood. Sicky will stick to his. Any problems, call someone who gives a fuck or has bail money." Leff stuck a cigarette in his mouth before going back into the office. Y/n started to put on her jacket and Mike notices the bracelet she's wearing.

"My mom used to make those." Mike pointed out making her stop. She looked at it with a smile and put her wrist out to show him.

"She made it actually." Mike touched her wrist and took a good look at it.

"Yeah? She must have really liked you then." Mike smiled.

"We got along really well. She wanted to get clean for you so badly. I'm sorry it didn't work out." Y/n apologized and Mike nodded his head.

"I'm sure she would be proud I'm now a drug runner." He said sarcastically.

"No but she would be happy to know someone else is watching out for you and that Leff wasn't alone. She didn't care about anyone else on this planet besides you two. Her love for you made me jealous my mom was such a bitch." She chuckled.

"How well did you know her? I mean like really?" Mike asked curiously.

"Pretty well. She loved to talk. She also spoke of you all the time. Even said she would love to set us up someday." She bumped his hip with her own and Mike laughed.

"No shit." He was surprised to hear that but it definitely sounded like his mom. She always worried about dying and leaving him to take care of himself. Told him constantly he needed to stop messing around and settle down with a nice girl and start a family. He was too young to think about things like that but he wouldn't mind having someone to come home to besides Leff.

"Yeah, you're a lot cuter than I expected you to be. I fully expected the shorter haired skater kid she kept a picture of." She teased and Mike blushed.

"I was like 14 in that picture." He explained. Something about that photo made his mom carry it around with her. He had pictures of him that were more current but she always said that was her babyboy at his happiest.

"I honestly thought she lost that photo. She had texted me to see if I could find a copy." Mike remembered the call he had when she told him she didn't want him to send her a selfie. She was adamant it had to be that photo. Y/n reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet to retrieve something and she laughed as she held the picuture out.

"No fucking way! She gave you this?" Mike took the photo and Y/n nodded.

"God that's a bit mortifying." Mike scratched the back of his neck and Y/n smiled sadly.

"She said she would get another one but insisted on me having it. I don't think she ever got around to getting a copy and I didn't want them to lose her wallet when she..." Y/n stopped herself. Mike didn't like talking about what happened to his mom. He knew it was bad. He knew because when he viewed her body it was a nightmare. Leff insisted she be cremated because of how badly she looked from the years of drug use and street life.

"You should keep it. She would want you to have it. Besides, maybe it'll make your boyfriend jealous." Mike said trying to pry into her personal life. Y/n looked at him with a smirk knowing he was ready to change the subject.

"I don't have a boyfriend but if I did, I don't think any boyfriend would be too intimated by a picture of a 14 year old in my wallet...creeped out but not intimidated." Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah? Well then maybe I'll send you one of my cock and you can replace that one." Mike held onto the photo and she snatched it out of his hands playfully.

"Don't send me pictures of your cock unless you can take criticism." She teased. Mike made a mental note.

"Don't tempt me." He added only serving to make her laugh. He loved listening to her laugh. She had such a full body laugh it was intoxicating. All he wanted to do was make her laugh and hear her thoughts on how pretty his cock is.

#5lbs of Pressure #Mike #Mike x Y/n #One Shot Series #Fever Dreams #Fever Dreams Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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Could I request a Vance Hopper x Male reader (boyfriends)? Plays a few months after Vance got kidnapped. The reader gets kidnapped too (and gives the grabber a really hard time because he doesn’t back down) and Vance ghost uses the chance to properly say goodbye to his boyfriend and helps him to get out of there. A lot of angst and heartbreak (the readers usually a tough guy too and doesn’t show much emotion but completely breaks down in the basement after Vance called him the first time) the grabber could show him the spot where he killed Vance to mock him idk make it hurt 💔💔💔I hope you have a great day and thank you!! <3

Sorry this took a while I took a lil break! But I really hope you enjoy this and that I wrote everything you asked for!

And I write this in a way so you won’t get much spoilers.

Warning:Angst! Mentions a toxic home, evil stepdad, kidnapping,trauma, grieving, sad and emotionless reader, blood, stabbing, survivor guilt.

GHOST VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER.

Y/n was inside his room laying on the floor as the TV played. Y/n's eyes bore into the screen not noticing a muffled shout from downstairs. The TV screen played Y/n favorite show ever.

Sadly it was hard for Y/n to even pay attention to the show. Y/n kept glancing around his room looking at the pictures hanging around of his boyfriend.

Every time Y/n caught himself looking at the pictures he’ll whip his head around as his mind runs wild about his boyfriends disappearance.

“Vance… We we’re supposed to runaway with each other. Get out of this stupid town together.”

Y/n thought to himself knowing deep down inside that Vance would never leave him on purpose. Y/n knew it was a deeper meaning as to why his boyfriend disappeared. But sadly it’s been months and most people stopped caring for the missing teen. It wasn’t like many people was searching for Vance anyway.

The door swings open hitting the wall on impact.

“Y/n! Your mom has been calling your name for the past three minutes! Go down there before she starts getting on my ass!” Y/n’s step dad says staring at Y/n.

“There’s something wrong kid? All the sudden you can’t hear?” His step dad says with a mug on his face.

Y/n rolls his eyes and stands up from the floor walking up to his TV turning it off. “And good lord take your boyfriends pictures off the wall son he left you.” Once those words came out of his mouth Y/n shoved his stepdad out of his room before slamming the door shut.

“You brat!”

His stepfather calls out slamming his hand on the door before walking away.

After making sure his stepdad was completely away Y/n opens his door walking downstairs to see what his mother needs.

When Y/n made it to the bottom of the staircase his mom was already waiting for him.

“Glad to see your dad listens to me.”

“He’s not my dad… And I’m sorry for not hearing you earlier.” Y/n responds back crossing his arms as his mom rolls her eyes.

“I need you to go to the store. Get some groceries and then get you and your sister some snacks to eat. And after that go to the corner store and get me and your dad some cigarettes.” She says before grabbing Y/n’s arm using the pin in her other hand writing the list of groceries on him.

After she was done she gave Y/n the money and extra just in case.

Y/n grumbles complaints under his breath as he takes the money and go back up stairs to change.

After changing Y/n goes back downstairs and walk to the front door about to leave.

“And please Y/n, come straight home. No looking for Vance or clues for his disappearance. I know you miss him honey we both do. It’s just that he’s gone now Y/n. He ran away…” She says before giving Y/n a sympathetic look.

Y/n listens to her words before leaving shutting the door behind him.

Digging inside his pockets Y/n gets the Walkman out and puts on the headphones before putting it back inside his pockets.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was finally halfway to the store walking on the sidewalk as he blasted music through his headphones. Y/n eyes were glued to the floor as he walked not bothering to look up.

Suddenly tapped into Y/n's foot.

Stopping in his tracks Y/n looked to see what touched him. It was a can and a few other things behind it. Y/n looked up seeing a man in white face paint on the sidewalk trying to but clumsily picking up his things.

Usually Y/n would have just avoided helping. Like going to a different direction or just out right to ignore them completely. But this time Y/n couldn't just fake his way out of this.

Y/n crouched down picking up the items that were scattered around the sidewalk. The stranger puts the fallen nearby items inside his bag before walking up to the teen.

Y/n hands him the items while imagining how Vance would have picked light fun at him for helping calling him "soft."

"T-thank you so much! Please let me pay you back for your kindness." The stranger says grabbing the teen's arm forcefully trying to pull him to the van.

"Hey man get the hell off of me!" Y/n shouts as he yanks his arm back. The man lunges for Y/n wrapping his arms around him. Y/n tries to fight back by kicking and stomping on the man's foot and also by scratching his arms.

The man swung the teen around in his arms yanking him to the van.

Y/n swung his head straight back hitting the man with the back of his head causing his nose to bleed.

"You brat!" The man shouts as he uses one of his free hand to pry open Y/n's mouth before using his other one to spray something inside his mouth.

Y/n continues to fight and sway around until his own body gives up on him slowly becoming unconscious the man swings open the van door angrily tossing Y/n inside of it before slamming it shut.

TIMESKIP

Opening his eyes slowly Y/n raised his head from the dirty mattress he laid on. As he looked around the more his brain processed what just happened before he got unconscious.

The walls were dirty and rusty and so was the floor. The only thing that kept Y/n company was a black phone besides the mattress on the wall. Y/n sat all the way up leaning his back against the wall.

The only door insight began to unlock and twist open.

Y/n quickly stood up and clenched his fist. Sure Y/n didn't fight much, but all the times he did he won and thankfully his boyfriend was a fighter so he knew a thing or two about beating the hell out of someone.

With the door opening Y/n got into a fighting stance just as his boyfriend taught him.

A man stepped into the empty basement staring at Y/n menacingly.

"Step any closer to me i'll kick your ass." Y/n says not even trying to threatening him. The teen told the man as if he was stating a fact. The man only laughs and step a few feet closer.

"Kick my ass? How cute." The grabber teases.

"Trust me I've been doing this for a long~ time. You won't be the first kid I snatched who fought back." The grabber says before adding."hmm... You know you sounded just like a boy who I kidnapped a few months ago. That's right Vance Hopper."

Y/n's fist clenched tighter as his whole body went into a state of shock and pause. "Y-you what." Y/n says with his voice cracking slightly.

"Vance~ I remember the day I kidnapped him. When I was driving around in my van I saw you two hug and kiss outside of your house. Y'all two looked so inlove as you wished each other bye. Even after he left after walking you open he still had a dopey smile on his face." The grabber says as he smirked behind his mask.

When he thought he would get an outburst from the teen Y/n stayed silent and on guard not even flinching.

The grabber lets out a frustrated noise before turning away leaving slamming the door shut.

With the new information Y/n lets go of the breath he was holding as he laid back down on the mattress thinking. As he thought his eyes wondered around looking before landing on the telephone.

Getting up Y/n walked over to the telephone picking up the phone and dialing 9-1-1. Much to Y/n's guess it didn't work and Y/n put the phone back into its place before sitting back down on his mattress.

TIMESKIP

For the past few days it has been weird and scary for Y/n. For numerous times him and the grabber fought and argued. Y/n refused to eat and drink and even one point threw the tray of food at the grabber once he came to collect it.

And even one time Y/n had gained advantage on the grabber taking him to the floor, but sadly he sprayed the same thing that caused Y/n to be unconscious the first time in his mouth.

The teen even met the ghost of the Grabbers old victims. They taught and helped Y/n against the grabber. Giving the teen tips and how to avoid the same fate they met.

The grabber haven't checked on the kid all day, so Y/n was just in the basement looking at the open scars from the previous fight he and the grabber had.

*riiing* *riiiing*

Y/n head whipped around looking at the black phone that was shaking. The teen quickly got up and walked to the phone. Picking up the phone Y/n glanced to the door making sure the grabber wasn't there.

"Hello?" Y/n says into the phone.

It was silence for a while until...

"Y/n you still sound like a fucking dork."

That's what caused Y/n to freeze. From everything that Y/n went through for the past few days this is what shocked him the most. The voice that he loved and cried for months.

"V-Vance! Is that you?!" Y/n's own voice began to betray him as tears threatened to fall.

"Yes babe it's me!" Vance's voice rings out through the phone causing Y/n start to break down.

"Vance! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I wasn't there. For months I used to believe that you ran away without me. I-I'm so sorry Vans." Y/n sobs out as he spilled out the nickname he used to call him.

"Babe, don't start crying. I don't like hearing you cry." Vance says as his own voice began to crack.

"I miss you so much...I-I *sniff* " Y/n couldn't even finish his own sentence as he cried leaning his body against the wall.

"I know... I miss you everyday. And I guess it's my fault that we couldn't run away with each other as we planned---"

"Don't say that. It's neither of our faults okay!" Y/n cuts him off as he tried to wipe away his tears.

The phone grows quiet.

Finally breaking the painful silence.

"Promise me Y/n that you'll kick this guy's ass. Do it for the other dumb asses here... Do it for me." Vance says softly.

"I promise. You have my word babe." Y/n voices crack out knowing that he'll have to hang up soon.

"You better god damn it! I'll be there with you okay!?!..."

The two grow silent once again.

“Don’t go…” Y/n breathes out to the phone clenching onto it tightly.

“I have to.”

“Don’t please…even if I— I survive I won’t be able to live without you Vance! You told me that we were soulmates!” Y/n begins to sob again.

“Goodbye Y/n…”

With those last few words the phone rings silently.

With tears blocking his vision he drops the phone letting it hang. Y/n began to cry and shout screaming and cry out for his boyfriend.

“So you do cry?”

Y/n’s head whips around looking at the man that stood by the door.

“After everything this what makes you break? You miss your pathetic boyfriend? Well your in luck because I feel a bit generous today.” The grabber teases before walking towards Y/n.

Once he was close enough Y/n tries to push him away, but the grabber was fast taking a fistful of Y/n’s hair yanking him to him.

The grabber pulls Y/n to the bathroom area.

“This is we’re he died.” The grabber says yanking Y/n’s head to the wall forcing him to look at the pool of dried blood on the walls.

“I took his head just how I am with yours and banged his head against the wall until he was bloody and limp.” The grabber says whispering into Y/n’s ear.

With the picture painted in his mind Y/n eyes started to water as the grabber went on and on about how he killed him.

TIMESKIP

Since his last call Y/n and the ghost began to communicate more and more.

Their calls became more helpful and strategic preparing for what’s about to come or really the day he’s supposed to be killed. Y/n had been staring at the door for the longest.

Y/n looked to the side of the room seeing all the ghost standing by the wall. Who really stuck out to Y/n was his boyfriend looking at him with so much guilt and confidence.

Vance’s eyes softened once him and Y/n met eyes. Y/n gave Vance a small smile before turning back around looking at the door again.

With the door slowly opening Y/n stands up from the bed.

Bracing himself Y/n gets ready to fight with everything he got. With the door opening Y/n’s eyes glare.

First a dog steps inside the room with a steel chain wrapped around his neck. The grabber walks inside behind the dog with a smirk.

“You really are just like your boyfriend. Never backing down from a fight.” The grabber taunts as the dog bark and growl.

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.” Y/n says with a straight face showing no emotion.

The grabber ties the chain around a pipe as he takes a knife from his back pocket.

“Too much of a little girl to fight me with your fist.” Y/n says as he’s the one who’s taunting now.

Out of nowhere the grabber strikes pouncing in front of Y/n before swaying the knife to Y/n’s arm. Y/n dodges just in time right before the grabber tries to stab him again.

As the grabber misses a swing Y/n winds up his own arm before giving him a quick hook to the cheek.

The grabber reacts fast using the closeness to his advantage giving Y/n a quick slice to the arm.

As the two fought the ghost watch in different parts of the room. Watching intensely.

Soon enough The grabber begins to play dirty by tackling Y/n onto the hard cold dirty floor. Raising the knife above his head The grabber swings his arm down directly at Y/n’s face.

With luck Y/n swiftly moves his head out of the way making the knife dig into the floor. As the Grabber tries to pull it back Y/n punches the man straight in the stomach causing the Grabber to hunch over and gasp.

Y/n pushes the grabber off of him before quickly climbing on top.

Similar to how Vance got arrested Y/n started to punch the living shit out of the grabber. The grabbers face quickly became bloody.

Once the man under the teen became weak Y/n stood up walking to the knife that was stabbed into the floor he pulled it out before walking back to him.

“You killed those innocent boys… More importantly you killed my boyfriend.” Y/n says as he crawled onto him.

Sitting in his stomach Y/n wrapped both hands around the knife handle bringing the knife above his head he angled the knife above his heart.

Without any more words Y/n plunged the knife deep inside the man’s chest. Y/n drive the knife deep before pulling it out and back inside stabbing him repeatedly.

“You killed my boyfriend you fucking asshole!” Y/n shouted as he stabbed him again and again.

Finally calming down Y/n dropped the knife before getting up and looked around.

With all the ghost staring at him Y/n knew what they wanted to do. Y/n ran up the stares leaving the basement before running to the front door that was surprisingly unlocked.

The only thing Y/n could do now was shut and find someone.

Sprinting out of the yard Y/n ran with all his might. What Y/n didn’t notice that his boyfriend was in the middle of the street watching him run away watching Y/n with a proud expression.

“Good job babe…”

THE END

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