#he is so amazingly hot here

[childoftheriver]

Talk about splendor in the grass…

#keith emerson #he’s so badass #and hot #carl palmer #he is so amazingly hot here #whew Carlie #his hair! #and #greg lake #whew gregory! #how is he so beautiful #omg his hair #the squint #and that little peep of chest #he just melts me #hot boy #the three of them #whew #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[hedgehog-moss]

Here are 7 little facts about my donkey and how his summer is going :)

1. I received an anon the other day asking if Pirou was still a working donkey who carries my firewood for me, and the answer is yes. I've been cutting some branches from the big cherry tree that fell down the other day, and Pirlouit has been valiantly carrying them to the woodshed—fun fact, for this activity he likes to wear his ears like this:

Probably because this T position is reminiscent of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, which is how Pirlouit perceives himself as he carries heavy logs for me. He's willing, but his martyrdom should be acknowledged.

Here's Poldine acknowledging it with a nose kiss, because Poldine.

I stopped so they could have their little chat.

2. Pirou has been chatting with a lot of new friends lately—we met these horses on a walk and he was so happy to stop and touch noses with them while making equid noises. Llamas are good with the nose-touching but their llama noises are just less interesting to Pirlouit. He had such interested ears here! "Finally a serious grown-up conversation"

We also met this goose during the same walk and Pirlouit was a lot less eager to go say hi to her. The goose was yelling threats at us and we prudently stayed away, and Pirou was clearly thinking "this bird is doing a better job at protecting her home from intruders than Pandolf ever could" (it's true, Pan assumes intruders are friends until proven otherwise)

3. You'll notice that there are houses in this pic! Our walks got longer and longer until one day we went all the way to the village (it took 1 hour 20min at Pirlouit's leisurely pace). I was so proud of him. I've been trying to convince my friends to go to the village on donkeyback (this requires two people, because you can ride Pirlouit but you can't tell him where to go unless there's someone holding his rope and leading the way)—my friends were reluctant because they still sort of perceive Pirou as the feral animal terrified of everything that he was when I got him. They know he's made a lot of progress but going to town on donkeyback still seemed foolhardy.

So we've been riding Pirlouit in the woods, in familiar environments, and we also went to town with him but without riding him. He was amazingly calm and brave! There's a river that cuts the village in two and the first time we went, we stopped before the bridge, since it's pretty narrow and cars would have to drive very close to Pirlouit, we didn't want to risk it. We just went to say hi to the librarian who lives on the right side of the river, but since Pirlouit was very serene, we did cross the bridge the second time.

He did not care at all about cars driving very close to him (he had one familiar human on either side of him and the drivers were very considerate and went slowly), which emboldened us to stop for a drink on the terrace of the coffeeshop on main street (< also a narrow street with cars driving by quite close to Pirlouit). There was just no problem at all, Pirou let total strangers rub his forehead and was more interested in iced tea than main street traffic.

It was a hot day and we gave him all the ice cubes from our drinks and he chewed them enthusiastically.

4. We made a stop at the pharmacy on our way home because we had another 1 hour 20min walk ahead and I had a blister, and the pharmacist noticed my donkey parked outside his shop and in a determined tone he said, "I want to try something." He took one of the donkey milk soaps from the overpriced-Provence-soaps-for-tourists display and opened the door and offered it for Pirlouit to sniff.

... I'm not sure what he was expecting—for my donkey to go "ohhh this smells like Mother's milk and aloe vera 🥺"—but unfortunately nothing happened.

(4. bis—Sorry, this 4th fact was anticlimactic.)

5. Pirlouit is now the proud owner of a surcingle. Not for equestrian vaulting and not for his log-carrying job because I don't know if it would be solid enough for the weight of a bag full of logs, but I'd like to tie bags or baskets to it to take Pirlouit grocery shopping, now that I know he's okay with going to town :) He even seems to enjoy the adventure, and the attention he gets from children.

And actually I shouldn't write off equestrian vaulting because Pirou is also remarkably chill with weird things happening on his back. I used to be very careful to climb on his back in a quick & fluid way so he wouldn't spook (because he used to! a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil used to spook him!) but now that my friends are riding him I can confirm we've reached a point where you can climb on Pirlouit's back in any way you want and he'll just be like "...... sure"

6. I almost forgot to mention that Pirou turned 15 last month, according to his ID papers :) Donkeys have a longer life expectancy than horses, they can live 30-40 years on average so he's still a young lad really. Happy 15th birthday Pirlouit :)

7. I wanted to conclude with a nice aesthetic pic of Pirou's shadow on the road during all those walks, like I did with Poldine, but unfortunately donkey shadows do not have the chic je-ne-sais-quoi of llama shadows. Pirlouit looks like a hammerhead shark wearing a tiny fez and that's not his fault.

#crawling along #i am so proud of him! #4 years ago i couldn't even touch him let alone halter him let alone... any of this #he's a great donkey. very curious and interested in the world around him especially iced tea bottles

[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #im in a rockstar eddie doing mundane things kick #i wrote something

[celestialowlbear]

𖤣.𖥧 Flowers for You 𖥧.𖤣

Pairing: Halsin x Reader / Tav

Summary: Halsin admits his feelings for you.

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing. Yearning. Admission of feelings. Sex is implied but not described, so 18+ just to be safe.

WC: 1700

A/N: This fic is inspired by the amazingly sweet artwork by @pani-artz found here! Please give your love and check out their other art. 💕

This one got away from me a bit, but I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Halsin in bear form giving Tav flowers and obsessed with this art! Just a cute little cheesy feelings admission fic for ya’ll. I hope you enjoy! 🥹

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

You let out a long sigh, your eyes tired from studying the map. You were trying to figure out the shortest path to a village over a mountain pass, but the surrounding craggy terrain was making it difficult.

You stepped away from camp for some peace to ponder the routes. Everyone was vocal about their opinion on the fastest way, through varying levels of danger and difficulty, and it seemed like the discussion wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

The bickering began to give you a headache, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to make a clear decision while frustrated.

You rested your head against the tree you were sitting up against, pondering the options and trying to figure out how to get everyone to agree on which way to proceed.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the tranquility of the woods around you, hoping it would ease your mind.

You honed in on birds chirping and flitting between branches. A stream trickled nearby, crystal water pouring over glossy stones. The scent of wildflowers and grasses tickled your nose.

Your heartbeat slowed, your mind clearing.

Your eyelids felt heavier, your body relaxing into the soft earth beneath you, the smooth bark of the tree cool against your back.

You unwound further, the tension in your head leaving. Your thoughts began to wander, fantasizing of a comfortable bed and hot bath.

You imagined sinking into warm water, your aching muscles needing the relief.

A pair of large hands slide over your shoulders, beginning to knead the stress away. A low whisper at your ear, lips at your neck, the hands moving lower to caress you.

Someone else is in this bath with you, and the person takes the form of Halsin. He’s there, his golden hair down and wet, holding you close to him, kissing you with passion and urgency. Your hands wander over the broad expanse of his chest, memorizing every scar.

This exact fantasy plays in your head every night as you lay in your tent. You’ve been trying to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting more and more difficult as the days passed. You were falling for the kind druid. How could you not?

You haven’t felt this way in a long, long time. These feelings don’t come easy to you, but somehow everything was easy with Halsin.

He was always so thoughtful, so understanding. He doesn’t hesitate to heal you, check you over for wounds. You often spoke late into the night, talking of past adventures like you have been friends for centuries.

You couldn’t help but think, or hope, that he felt the same about you. You have been hesitant to make the first move, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. You have resided yourself to fantasies, at least for now.

Heavy footsteps startled you out of your daydream. You froze, eyes snapping open, lumbering steps drawing closer.

You peeked over the map, scanning the forest around you. Twigs cracked and bushes rustled as something large made its way toward you.

You slowly reached to your side where your dagger was sheathed, staying completely still otherwise, holding the map up with your other hand.

A massive bear head emerged from the brush, golden eyes immediately locking with yours.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins, gripping your dagger, sweat beading at your forehead. If you stood still, maybe it wouldn’t perceive you as a threat. You swallowed, waiting for the bear to move first.

The bear stared right at you, and a familiar deep, rumbling grunt of your name came from the bear’s mouth.

You blinked a few times. Did you just hear your name?

Halsin.

It was Halsin.

You couldn’t help but let out a relieved laugh, slumping back against the tree.

“Halsin!”

You released your dagger, setting the map down next to you. “You startled me!”

“I apologize, it was not my intention to alarm you. I often forget this form can be intimidating.”

Halsin’s deep timbre floated through the air, resonating in your head.

The adrenaline left your body as Halsin lumbered fully into the clearing.

“Don’t apologize, I was lost in my thoughts. The quarreling in camp was beginning to give me a headache.”

Halsin made a huff that sounded like a chuckle if a bear could do such a thing.

“That is exactly why I went roaming, myself. The wind, the trees, and the birds all offer cures that medicines or other concoctions cannot. Only out here can you achieve pure harmony and clear one’s mind.”

You always loved the way Halsin waxed poetic about nature. While others may scoff, you listened and agreed wholeheartedly. You admired his passion.

Halsin shifted on his massive paws.

“I also wanted to make sure you were faring well. You left camp abruptly. I followed your tracks.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment, realizing you may have stormed off a little more dramatically than you thought.

Also, Halsin was following you?

“I don’t mean to intrude on your solitude but…”

Halsin tilted his massive head back, motioning to a bush behind him.

“I was foraging for medicinal herbs to resupply my stock and found something I hope you’ll enjoy.”

Halsin turned away from you momentarily.

You sat forward, wondering what he was doing.

He bent his head below the bush, turning back around to face you.

In his mouth was a bundle of wildflowers in different colors and variety. Each was different and vibrant in its own right.

Heat crept up your neck, blushing your cheeks.

Halsin took a few large steps toward you, placing them gently at your feet.

“These are…for me?” You questioned, hoping you weren’t misinterpreting this gesture.

Your vision flitted from the flowers to him. You were always in awe when he was in wild shape, witnessing how he harnessed the power of nature and extended his strength into a physical embodiment of it.

Though he was a beast, when you looked into his eyes, it was still him.

His gaze softened as he nodded, watching you gently pick up the bundle, admiring the gorgeous assortment.

“These flowers produce a calming tea when dried and prepared correctly. It is a favorite recipe of mine, one that I tend to make for myself when I’m feeling overwhelmed. I hope I could show you how to prepare it. Also…”

Halsin paused, something tender flashing in his ursine eyes.

“Their exquisite beauty reminded me of you.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at his bold admission.

You smiled, your headache now long gone. “You…really think that of me?”

You’ve spent so long fighting, beautiful is not something you’ve thought of yourself in some time. Hearing Halsin say it with such sincerity stirred your heart in a way you haven’t felt before.

Halsin took a few steps back from you, his stare not leaving yours.

“The most brilliant of sunrises or the most magnificent hues of a sunset do not compare to you.”

Suddenly, leaves whipped around, and Halsin’s bear form was bathed in golden light. You watched as he transformed, slowly standing upright as the fur fell away and revealed the man underneath.

He held out a large hand down toward you, offering to help you up.

You took his hand, calloused and warm, and he pulled you up with ease.

“Halsin…” you started, your heart feeling as if it might burst out of your chest at his heartfelt words.

“I cannot lie to you. I wish to spend more time with you and see no better time to start than now. Your friendship means a great deal to me, but I long for more. I could not wait longer to tell you.”

Halsin’s hand squeezed yours lightly.

“I believe you do as well. Unless I am misguided. Tell me now, and I will step away.”

Halsin was not a daft man. He catches your stares or the way your cheeks bloom a deeper color when he speaks to you. He notices how you stand closely to him on the battlefield, often putting yourself in harm’s way to protect him without a second thought.

You were unlike anyone or anything he’d experienced in his long life. You were everything to him. He finally felt like he was in the right headspace to admit it, and give you his full attention and heart if you’d want it.

He knew you had your burdens, though. The tadpole in your brain, trying to be the leader that everyone needs, trying to solve every problem and save every person. He would understand if you said no, and would continue to stand by your side as a friend.

Halsin was gazing at you with so much admiration, that you felt as if you were floating. You picked up a hint of hesitancy, as well.

The large man was putting his heart on his sleeve, the flowers representing the start of something beautiful and new in chaos, and it was up to you to accept it.

“Yes.” You whispered, “I want that and so much more. You are not misguided.”

A large smile graced his features, his eyes shining.

Halsin leaned down, lightly touching his forehead against yours, bringing your hand to his chest, and you could feel the fast thrumming of his heart under your fingertips.

“I am happy to hear it.” He whispered, his lips close to yours.

Halsin let out a soft sigh, bringing his free hand to cup the side of your face.

“I have been wanting to express my feelings to you for a long time.” His voice was low. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, squeezing the stems of flowers in your one hand, while your other was still enveloped in his against his chest.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

The words barely left your mouth as his lips captured yours, fervent and passionate, better than any dream.

His lips were soft and purposeful, both of you pouring your long-held emotions into the dance of your lips.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, you both pulled away for a much-needed breath.

“So many nights I laid awake, desperate to feel your lips on mine, dreaming of how you’d taste and feel…none of those fantasies were even close to the real thing.”

“How many nights did you dream of me?” You asked, leaning your head against his chest.

“Since we first met.”

“I admit I dreamt the same of you, Halsin.”

Halsin laughed, a pleasant rumbling in his chest.

You looked up at him, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Well then, my flower, we must make up for all the lost time.”

Before you could answer, Halsin scooped you up in his arms bridal-style, silencing your surprised squeak with his lips, more hungry than before.

“What about making the tea?” You gasped between his kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.

“When we are done, we can brew it and enjoy it under the stars. Though, by the time we are finished, the sun may just be rising.”

Your body ignited with his words, feeling him smile against your lips as you kissed him with urgency, suddenly needing to feel your entire body against his, needing to feel every part of him.

You knew he felt the same, and he kneeled to lay you on the soft grass, caging you in between his thick biceps.

As his body pressed to yours, your worries and frustrations melted away with every touch and pass of his lips and fingers and sultry praise of your magnificence.

Halsin was true to his word, you explored and worshipied one another until the stars began to fade and a new day was rising, ready to face the world stronger together.

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

#halsin x you #Halsin x reader #Halsin x Tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 #Halsin fanfic #halsin silverbough #halsin #Halsin bg3 #bg3 Halsin #bg3 fanfiction #owlwrites #Baldurs gate 3 #x reader #Halsin fluff

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Roommates (part 12)

A/N: No comment. Send tips i need therapy.

WARNINGS: SMUT?! 18+ GROWN ASS SHIT? DIRTY TALK? SEX? FILTH? JUST PURE FILTH

It took probably a minute for the realization to set in. When it did, you stood up heading towards the hallway before being stopped by Price. 

"Hey hey hey, where are you going?" He asked. 

"I'm going to tell him and ask him if he's alright." You said with a frown, as it was obvious to you. 

"Nope." 

You frowned even more. 

"We suspected it was." Gaz started.

"A sex drug." Soap added with a grin. 

"We needed to make sure it was because it might have been dangerous but he's fine." Price finished. 

"Alright, but why can't I go see him?" You asked, now crossing your arms. 

"The lieutenant asked to keep you away…" Konig finally said. 

You rolled your eyes. You started to walk again just to be stopped again. 

"I know you're worried about him. But he's fine, he's home. The boys are going to stay to make sure he's fine." Price tried again. 

You were starting to feel annoyed. You wanted to go see your boyfriend! Price sent you a look that left no discussion. You bit your lip turning your back on him, clearly pouting. He excused himself before leaving, now remaining with the boys. 

"Come on, cheer up! We're all home." Soap tried dropping his hands on your shoulders. 

"You're here to babysit me and keep me away from his door." You said with a glare. 

Word of affirmation came from the three men, making you groan and head to the kitchen counter. 

Time passed exactly like you had expected. After a good hour you were no longer the boy's priority as they played on the PS5. You had managed to sneak past them and walk up the stairs. They were underestimating you if they thought they could keep you away from him. You turned into another hallway at the top of the stairs and headed for his door. Unfortunately a large arm wrapped around your waist picking you up like you were made of feathers. You did your best not to yelp, glancing behind you. 

"Konig!" You whispered-yelled. 

"I'm sorry! You can't! The captain-" he whispered-yelled as well. 

You tried to wiggle away but that big bear of a man wouldn't let go. 

"Konig please! I need to see him…" you tried in a sad voice. 

It wasn't fair. You were using his sensitive side to get what you want. You could see in his eyes. It was working. 

"Sparrow… the lieutenant said no…" he tried again. 

"Please… I need to see him… Just pretend you never saw me…" you whined. 

He put you down slowly but kept a hand around your arm. You didn't move. Running away would be pointless and would ruin your little bargain. He kept his eyes on you until he sighed, letting go of your arm. You jumped, hugging him. 

"Thank you thank you!" 

You could hear him giggle. He pointed to the door and walked you to it. You were confused until he explained in a very low whisper. 

"He's not going to open if he knows it's you…" 

You nodded, finally understanding. God, you were so glad for this man. You made sure to buy him the latest Sims game with all the packs. You knew he loved it. 

He knocked on the door. 

"Lieutenant. It's Konig. I got something for you." 

After that he quickly walked away. You watched as he left, listening to the sound of footsteps behind the closed door. The door swung open. Your eyes met his and he immediately froze. 

"If you close the door… I'll be angry." You warned. 

You could see his hand on the door frame. His knuckles turned white at the pressure. 

"What are you doing? Where are the boys?" He asked. 

His voice was deeper. Darker. You were so familiar with this, you've already heard it. And everytime something amazingly hot happened. 

"I came to check on you. The boys are downstairs." You said confidently. 

He chuckled darkly as he noticed it. 

"Well. I'm good as you can see. So hop off little bunny." He warned. 

"Let me in." You asked. 

"Absolutely not." He grunted.

You frowned. You had to find a way to get in. You needed to be there for him. You wanted to be there for him. 

"Why not?" You asked innocently. 

You knew he liked it. You knew he loved to see you act innocently, he had said it once. It made him want to ruin you. 

"Bunny. Not now." He warned again. 

"Why?" You batted your lashes. 

"The drug is still active." 

"And?" 

"Bunny…" he growled. 

"Hmm?" You hummed as you stepped closer to the door. 

"Go." He ordered. 

You pouted. He was being stubborn. But so were you. Something inside you made you want to go inside. That little voice in the back of your head kept pushing you to stay with him the whole time. Perhaps it was the need to make sure he was ok. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in the same room as him when you knew he was horny. It was awful. Horrible. But you thought it might be interesting to rile him up in this state. 

"Simon… please" you whined. 

"No. Go back to the boys." He said firmly. 

And then the idea spawned like a flash. 

"You're right… I should go check if no one else was touched by the drug." You started as you turned around. "They may need some assistance." You finished. 

You were roughly pulled inside. The door was slammed and you were pressed against it. The sound must have alerted the men downstairs. You had therefore very little time to convince him. 

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" He scolded. For a little second you thought you might have really fucked up. 

"I just want to stay with you… I'm worried Simon please!" You whined. 

"Fuck… stop whining." He grunted. 

You extended your hand to his chest, his muscles flexing under your touch. His hand wrapped around your wrist in a flash. 

"Bunny… please don't do this to me." 

"Do what?" 

"We talked about this. Taking things slow." 

"I know. We are. Let me just stay with you." You whispered.

The sound of footsteps running up the stairs only made the tension grow. You looked at him straight in the eyes. 

"Please… let me stay…" you begged. 

He took a deep breath, eyes glued to you. 

"LT?!" Soap called. 

The air was tense in between the both of you. He wanted you to stay. You could see it in his eyes. 

"Yes." He answered. 

"Is… she?" Gaz asked. 

"Obviously." He hissed. 

Silence fell for a few seconds. The staring match in between the both of you seemed to drive him mad as his breath quickened. 

"Do you want us to take her-"

"NO." 

The roar made you jump. You didn't know if it was the offer of making you leave that got him angry, or the poor choice of words used… 'take her'.

The boys awkwardly agreed before leaving. He was letting you stay. You wanted to jump but you tried to contain your happiness. He took a step forward, eyes never leaving yours. 

"Behave bunny." He warned one last time before letting go of your wrist and turning around. 

He walked to the small sofa not too far from the bed and sat down, head falling back, eyes closed, muscles clearly flexing and breath quickening. You noticed how dark the room was, the curtains were drawn and night had fallen. You could still perfectly see the bulge in his pants from where you stood. 

"Don't stare bunny." 

How? He had his eyes closed! You bit your lip. You only noticed now that he wasn't wearing his mask. 

"Why… don't you help yourself?" You asked, blushing. He groaned. 

"I tried." 

"And?" 

He raised his head again, planting his eyes into yours. 

"I can't cum." 

A wave of heat rushed through you. His voice made your ears ring, fuck. It must be a torture. You wanted to help him. You really… wanted… to help him. 

"Get that thought off your head." 

You blinked. 

"W-what?" 

"Don't try anything, little one." 

You rolled your eyes and looked away. You couldn't keep your eyes away however so you looked back at him. He had resumed his position, head thrown back. His fists kept clenching and releasing air. You wanted to help him. Fuck you wanted to get on your knees and relieve him.

You took a few steps forwards as he raised his head to look at you and follow your every movement. You say on his bed, not too far from him. 

"How are you feeling?" You tried. 

"Warm. Horny." He let out. 

You smirked and he rolled his eyes. 

"Why aren't you wearing your mask?" You asked, trying to think about anything else but the prominent bulge twitching in his sweatpants.

"There was blue powder all over it. Took it off." He answered in a groan. 

You bit your lip. You couldn't stay there, not helping. 

"Simon-" 

"No." 

You frowned. 

"How?" 

"Baby I can read you so well." He grunted. 

You blushed. He made you warm just by his words. You stood up slowly as he opened his eyes again watching your every move. You remained where you were. 

"I can help…" you proposed. 

"Y/N. We talked about this." 

"I know… but this is unexpected, and I want to… help you relieve yourself." 

He frowned, swallowing hard. 

"You want this to be our first time together? Not me." 

You understood his point of view. Sure it wasn't the romantic, love making evening that you had pictured as a first time but… fuck he looked appetizing. And something about him going feral with you made you want to drop to your knees right away. Your head kept running over what you could say to convince him. And it showed up. You jumped in your little spot, gaining his attention. 

"Where's your spare mask?" 

He frowned but pointed towards the closet. You walked to it, opening it and searching for it. When you found it you turned around looking at him with a wide smile. He still looked confused, but you walked to him, fast enough for him to straighten himself in his seat. You stood in front of him, mask in hands, beckoning him to come closer so you could pass over his head. 

He very slowly brought his face closer to you as you slipped his mask on. 

"So… let's pretend, this isn't our first time." 

"What?" 

He straightened the fabric on his face, the movement making you bite your lip. You dropped to your knees, quickly enough that his hand grabbing your hair didn't stop your movement. 

"Bunny. Fuck…. Get. Up." He growled. 

You put your hands on his thighs and you looked up at him. 

"Simon. Listen to me. This isn't our first time." 

He sent a questioning look that you clearly recognized with just his eyes. 

"This is my first time… with Ghost." 

It took a second but it clicked. He chuckled darkly letting himself fall back but still holding your hair. 

"You want Ghost to fuck you?" He asked in a dark voice. 

"You did say… I was the only one to manage to turn him on."

You let your hands roam softly over his thighs. His hips instinctively bucked when you got a bit too close to the throb in between his legs. 

"Are you sure?" He asked. 

You nodded, licking your lips, his eyes noticing it. 

"Ghost won't be nice. He's not going to be kind. Especially not under a fucking drug." He alerted. 

You were anticipating him. Fuck you wanted it. You nodded again. He let go of your hair, smoothing it out. His hand slid over your jaw to grab your chin. 

"Choose a safe word." 

You blinked. He said yes? He agreed?! A safe word… hum… a safeword.

"Reaper…" 

You didn't know yourself if that was a good idea but it's the only thing you thought of. It made him chuckle again. 

"Reaper? You gonna call for your plush if it's too much? Alright… fair enough." 

He sat himself more comfortably letting go of your chin. He looked at you, kneeled in between his legs. 

"Alright little bunny. Let's see how much you can help me." He tilted his head to the side. 

It's like something inside him shifted. You could see it in his eyes. The way Ghost showed up, taking over Simon. 

"Go on, little one. Kiss it." 

You blinked. What? You let yourself drop closer to his bulge, eyes never leaving him. You dropped a soft kiss over it, feeling him twitch. You wanted to smirk when he hissed. But right now, you knew better than that. 

"Obedient. Good." 

The comment made you squeeze your legs together. 

"Bunny. Take it out. Come on." 

Once more you obeyed, pulling his pants and boxers down with his help. You had to be honest. You knew he was big. You could feel it sometimes in the morning when he woke up next to you. But fuck. He was thick. He chuckled darkly, gaining your attention. 

"Have you bitten more than you can chew?" He teased. 

With a very confident look you grabbed his cock, letting your tongue lick its way from the bottom to the tip at an agonizing slow pace. Something in between a moan and a groan escaped his lips, making you feel proud. You kept playing with your tongue, making it swirl over his tip, your hands pumping him slowly. 

"Mouth. Now." He ordered. 

You were more than happy to oblige. You wrapped your lips around him, slowly sucking as you sunk deeper. His hands met your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and tightening it in his fist. 

"That's it. Be a good girl for me." 

The praise made you bop your head up and down. You found a steady pace, alternating to licking and pumping him with your hand when you needed a bit of air. The sounds he made went straight in between your legs. His grip tightened in your hair. 

"Enough playing. Tap my thigh if you need." He warned. 

You moaned around his cock, making his hips buck into your mouth. You put your hands on his thighs letting him fuck himself into your throat. 

It took a bit of effort not to gag when he reached the back of your throat. He had fun pulling himself entirely out, watching the little line of drool connect your tongue to his tip. He chuckled darkly. 

"Fuck, so pretty." 

He shoved himself back in, making you moan again. He used his hand in your hair to drive your mouth the way he felt best. He let his head fall back, his hips bucking into your mouth. The tears burnt your eyes, your cheeks getting wetter by the second. His eyes fell back on you not leaving your face. 

"So pathetic… you like it? I can see you squirm, are you wet already? Just by sucking me?" 

You blushed, you wondered if that was even possible. He cursed again, his pace quickening. You had to dig your nails into his sweatpants, bracing yourself for his tip at the back of your throat. 

"Fuck" he let out in a groan and chuckle. "You're gonna make me cum baby.." 

The heat his words sent pulling to your stomach was insane. His pace got impossibly fast, the tears falling down your cheeks. 

"So pretty… so, damn, pretty." 

You closed your eyes, moaning at his praises. 

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He ordered. 

You complied, that sight of him over you, looking down at you as he kept using your mouth made you squeeze your thighs together. 

"I'm gonna cum baby…" 

Fuck… you never thought hearing him say it could make your head spin like this. You braved yourself to feel his cum down your throat but he had other plans. 

"No, not inside, let me cum over your face." 

You moaned in agreement. He bucked his hips again a few more times before pulling your head back, thick spurs of cum falling on your face as you closed your eyes. 

"Shitshitshhit…Ah…Fucking finally" he groaned loudly, his moan mixing with his curses. 

You took deep breaths and you opened your eyes. You felt his gaze immediately, making you shiver. 

"Shit. You look amazing like that. You Gon let me take a picture?" 

You blushed again but nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He grabbed his phone on the small table next to him and pointed it at you. His other hand grabbed your chin, his thumb over your lips. 

"Open." 

You did. His thumb touching your tongue. THe flash flickered, the tears in your eyes making it impossible not to close them.  

"Good girl." 

His cock twitched again. He hadn't softened at all and you were aching for him to touch you. He threw his phone on the bed, his attention fully on you again. 

"Let's get serious now." 

He took off his t-shirt using it to wipe his seed off your face. 

"Get up baby." 

He threw the shirt to the ground, helping you stand in front of him. He pulled at your shirt, getting annoyed when it wouldn't cooperate. He grabbed something else from under the table this time, the light reflecting on it before he slashed through the fabric. You gasped. 

"Simon! I liked that-" 

His gaze met yours, making you quiet down immediately. 

"Who?" 

Shit. 

"Hum… G-Ghost" you tried. 

"Again." 

"Ghost." 

"Entirely." 

"Lieutenant Ghost." You blushed. 

"Good. Forget it again and I'll burn it into your brain." 

You bit your lip nodding. You eyed the knife worriedly.

"Breath. I won't hurt you." 

Your leggins found the same fate as the air against your skin made it prickle with goosebumps. 

He stood up, planting the knife straight into the wood of the table. He towered over you, reaching for his mask to lift it up to his nose before capturing your lips in his. His hands roamed your body very softly, a softness that was unfamiliar from Ghost. One of his hands reached the back of your bra unclasping it. It fell to the floor, but you were too busy drowning in his kiss to even care. He pulled you closer with his hard cock against your stomach. You reached for it, pumping him a few times, earning a little bite on your lower lip. 

His lips left yours to attack your neck, bites and licks promising various marks for later on. It made you shiver and whimper each time, the roughness you were used to from Ghost coming back. He separated, grabbing your hand to take it away from him and turned you around. Your back flushed against him, his cock over your ass.  You moaned wanting to grind back against him. 

His hands touched your skin, making sure to not leave a single inch out. Finally he cupped your breast, your breath hitching at the sensation. 

"You're so perfect, fuck look at you." 

His fingers were quick to find your nipples and you played with them, rolling them softly and pinching. You moaned, letting yourself fall back onto him. You could feel his lack of patience. His left hand traveled south cupping you over your panties making you buck against his cock. He chuckled against your ear, letting his finger rub your through the fabric. 

"Already wet for me…" he growled against your ear. 

You nodded, biting your lip. His fingers were rough, torturing, you could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest, remembering he was still under the effect of the drug. 

"I'm sorry baby, I have to have you… I can't hold back anymore…" 

It made you smirk, hearing him say it made you moan in anticipation.

He had somehow taken off the rest of his clothes at some point and he wrapped his arm around your waist picking you up effortlessly, making you giggle in the process as he walked to the bed. He dropped you to your feet in front of it. 

"Come on, lay down, on your back." 

Once more you obeyed without discussion. You told yourself you'd be a brat another time. 

The sight was amazing. You felt so lucky to have him. He lowered himself, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down, approaching his face dangerously close to your cunt. He made sure to bite your inner thigh, making you yelp. 

"This is just a little glimpse of what you'll get, once… I'll be more in control." 

You wanted to question him but his tongue through your folds made you moan out loud. 

He chuckled. 

"Oh… what was that? Do it again baby" 

Another long lick at your clit made you moan again as he hummed against you. It was a distraction, because now he wanted it. He needed it.  His tongue worked its way up and down, sucking and licking at your sensitive little point. You couldn't help yourself, the moans escaping your lips were stronger than you. 

"Ah-h… G-Ghost…" 

His grip on your thighs harden, you'd be bruised later on. You tried to arch your back but his hands switched to your hips, holding you in place. 

"L-lieuten-ant!" 

He froze. Shit. Was it bad? You shouldn't have? 

He got up, this time grabbing you and throwing you higher on the bed. You yelped, watching him kneel on the bed before setting himself on top of you. 

"That… fuck…" he cursed.

He was out of breath, a small layer of sweat covered his skin. 

"A-are you alright?" You asked, concern coating your voice. 

"I'm fucking burning. I need to fuck you." 

He positioned himself in between your legs, letting the tip of his cock rub against your clit. You had a mix of worry because of his size, of pleasure from the way he rubbed your clit with it and somewhere amongst the fog of your brain you had a glimpse of something about needing a condom that was very quickly lost by his tip at your entrance. 

"Safeword ?" He asked. 

"R-reaper…" 

He grinned before pulling back his mask down, pushing his hips into your slowly. The stretch burnt, but fuck it burnt good. He bottomed out, throwing his head back. 

"Shit.." 

He slivered his arms under your knees, grabbing your waist. 

"I'm sorry… you're gonna have to take it." 

He pulled out before slamming right back into you. You gasped. Fuck, you didn't have much time to get used to his size, but he still felt so good, making you feel so full. 

"I.. fuck… I need to ruin you… shit" 

He slammed again his hips into yours, starting out a slow, steady yet deep rhythm. You moaned each time, the more you got used to it the more you felt yourself burn for him. You could see he was restraining himself, the more he let go of his will to fight the drug the more he slammed into you. He was fixed at the sight of his cock burying himself into you. 

"G-Ghost!" You moaned, gaining his attention. 

"L-let… go!" 

He frowned under the mask at your offer.

"Plea-se… lieut-enant…" 

He liked it. You, moaning his rank. Shit shit shit. You'd remember that. His pace quickened, this time his eyes staring right into your soul. 

"Fuck… you sound amazing" 

You wanted to blush, if your face didn't feel so hot already. His thrusts made your eyes roll back, he managed to hit your sensitive spot each time. 

"And you… feel… heavenly." He growled. 

You were finding it hard to keep your voice at an acceptable volume, your high building itself faster than it ever did. He looked down at you with a chuckle that made you shiver. 

"You gonna cum already bunny? I can… feel you… clenching around me." 

He kept his thrusts exactly the way it made you moan a little louder, his cock pumping in and out of you, reaching deep inside you. He groaned again, his head falling back. 

"Fuck… I'm… I can't handle this. Fucking drug-" 

He kept pounding you, the knot deep in your stomach threatening to break. 

"Cum  bunny." He ordered. 

You whined in between moans, his gaze falling back to you. You didn't think his eyes would be able to make you feel this heat, this feeling. His eye contact was exactly what you needed to let yourself tip over the edge. That, and… 

"Cum."

Your mouth fell open at his order, the waves of pleasure crashing over you as his own thrusts quickened. He groaned right after you as he pulsed deep inside you. Fuck. It felt amazing. You were out of breath. But he twitched inside you again, not softening for a second. 

"More.." 

You blinked, w-what? He grabbed you, making you spin around, your dizzy mind barely understanding. You braved yourself on all four. He had managed to stay deep inside you even like that. He pulled out again, you moaned, your sensitiveness making you twitch. He slammed right back into you, making you cry out. 

"W-wait!" 

He resumed his pace, his hips thrusting into you. The more you fucked, the less he had control. 

"So good… you feel so. FUCKING. Good." 

You moaned again. His pace was much more erratic this time, the bed shaking. His hand came to wrap around your throat, pulling you up against him, his other arm securing your waist. You whined again, the new position making you shake a bit. 

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." He hissed against your ear, making you clench on his cock again. 

You almost couldn't believe it, your second orgasm building up again deep inside you. You fucked back against him, making him tighten his grip on your neck, the lack of air making your cheeks tingle. What was that sound… Was it you? Shit who cared. 

"Baby… cum again… come on… cum with me" 

It was all you needed to explode again. This time you saw stars, he made sure to bury himself deep inside you as he came again. The warmth inside you and his praises in your ear made your orgasm only more intense. 

You were both out of breath, he had let go of your neck, both his arms holding you against him. 

"God.. good girl… so good bunny…"

You whined again. You felt a mix of his cum and your juices dripping down your thighs. You wanted to say something, something about a fucking condom, but he beat you to it. 

"You need to see it." 

Your brows furrowed a bit. What… Did he mean?  He thrust again inside you, a warning that he was far from done. You whined. 

"Lieutenant..!" 

He stopped, not moving an inch. 

"Do you want to use your safeword…?" 

You thought for a minute, no… you could take it, fuck you wanted to take it. He was on the drug but shit, he didn't realize you were the one addicted here. You shook your head. 

"Good. Reach back. Arms around my neck. Hold tight." 

He slipped out of you, the sensation making you whine. You obeyed anyhow. You yelped when he slipped his arms under your knees lifting you up. He stood from the bed, walking to the mirror. You shook your head when you reached it, the sight almost pornographic. He stood behind you as he held you up against him, legs wide open. You could see his cum dripping out of you, his cock twitching against your ass. 

"Damn.. so good. Look at you, my cum dripping out of you, my tags around your neck…" 

You only noticed them now. You were still wearing them. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. 

"Feeling shy? Look. At me." 

You shook your head. 

"Bunny. Eyes. On. Me." 

You opened them, looking back into the mirror. 

"You're gonna pay for disobeying me. Shove my cock back inside."��

You blinked. 

"B..but… my arms?"

"I'm holding you. You're not going anywhere." 

You bit your lip, slowly letting one of your arms fall from his neck, you reached down feeling the tip of his cock against your fingertips. 

"Shit.."

He was just as sensitive as you, you could see it in the mirror, the way his tip had reddened. You brought it to your entrance and he trusts back into you, making you whine. 

You wrapped again your arms around his neck, trying to hold yourself up against his restless pace. 

"Look into the mirror." 

You felt shy yes. But fuck did it send hot wave through you watching him balls deep inside you as he groaned against your ear. The dog tags jumped on your stomach, your breast bouncing with each thrusts, his muscles flexing under his movements. 

"I-I… I can't!" 

You were too sensitive, too out of breath. Each thrusts kept rubbing against your G spot, another orgasm rising. 

"Yes. YES. You can." 

You had long lost the fight against your moans, you were loud, probably too loud. 

"I'm… GHOST!" 

You threw your head back, a cry leaving your lips, ears ringing when another orgasm hit you. 

"Fuck. The way… you clench, shit, I'm-" He hissed. 

He moaned loudly, his cock twitching as he spilled again inside you. The way he kept thrusting even through your orgasms made his seed pool at the base of his cock. 

"Im.. loud…t-too… loud…" you tried. 

"Fuck that." He chuckled again. 

He pulled out, cum dripping to the floor again. He walked you to his door, putting you down there and helped you stay up. 

"Hands against the door. Let's give them a show." 

You opened your mouth, eyes widening but a moan came out as he thrust his still hard dick right back in. You felt dizzy, your head spinning. You were unsure you could take more. His hips slamming into you, his groans and the sound of skin slapping mixing with your own shaky voice. 

"Can't! C-cant!" 

"S-safeword?" He moaned in your ear.

You answered with a moan again, not able to form an answer. His fist slammed against the door above you as he forced himself to stop, letting you catch your breath. 

"Bunny. Need you awake." 

You shook, legs ready to give in. His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you up. 

"Bunny." His voice was firmer. 

You moaned in answer, telling him he had your attention. 

"Safeword? If you need to. Say it." He warned. 

He was struggling to hold back, his own hips bucking into you a bit when you clenched around him from the sensitiveness. 

"Fucking hell. I need it. An. Answer." 

You tried to gather your thoughts. Could you take more? You wanted to, you wanted to be his good girl. You could hear it in his voice, in his hisses how deep he was in his high. Fuck you wanted to keep going. You were unsure your body would follow.

"Y/N-" 

"No… n-no safeword…" 

He let out a shaky breath as he started moving again, slower this time. You were thankfully for it, but you couldn't stop the moans leaving your lips. 

"More… fuck I… need more baby…" he grunted.

His pace got faster again, the door shaking underneath your hands and his fist. They'd hear it. Fuck if they didn't hear it until now, which was highly unlikely, they HAD to hear this. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, another orgasm building up, this time the burnt was almost aching you. 

"Cum..gon..cum.." you mumbled in between moans.

He chuckled, pounding into you again restlessly, chasing his own high again. 

You cried out this time your legs giving out, you were thankful for the muscle of a man torturing you with his cock as he caught you. You didn't know if he did so just to pound into you more. 

"Ever-y time… you get.. so.. tight" he hissed through gritted teeth. 

He cursed again, his dick throbbing inside you. You felt his cum fill you up again if it was even possible. 

"Good girl… my bunny.. fuck.."

He slipped out again, picking you up and placing you on the bed as gently as he could in his state. He kneeled in between your legs, wiping a tear off your cheek. 

"One more." 

You shook your head, this was too much way too much. You never came this much before you couldn't. 

"One last one. The high is fading." 

You couldn't speak anymore. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted to take it. 

"Nod if you can take it." 

And you did. Shit. If you died, this was the best fucking way to die. Fucked into oblivion. He slapped his tip against your sensitive bud making you squirm underneath him. He slowly, agonizing slow, thrust back inside inch by inch. Through the tears you could see his eyes, as he obsessively watched his dick enter your sensitive pussy. He was lost, completely feral, Ghost owning you completely. His eyes flickered to yours. 

"You can take it." 

It wasn't a question. It was something in between an order and a fact. He was slow this time, his thrusts long and deep, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"You're mine." 

"Mmyours…" 

He chuckled. 

"Look at you, fucked out, can't even speak." 

You moaned, you were too sensitive, it was too much, you couldn't hold back the tears. 

"You. Belong. To. Me." 

He made sure to punctuate every word with a thrust. He grabbed the dog tags, tangling his fingers in them as wrapped his hand around your neck. He didn't squeeze. He simply rested there. You felt sore, sensitive, your body overwhelmed, your mind mush. All you could hear was his mix or praises and dirty talk as he fucked himself into you again. 

"My bunny.. my sweet girl" 

You moaned out loud again. Back arching, your own hands wrapping around his wrist. 

"You're so full of my cum baby…" 

And you remembered. Throughout the haze and the pleasure. 

"No… c-..condom.."

He thrust even deeper. 

"Shit… fuck, you're right."

You had meant it as a warning, as a revelation to him, but somehow he went nuts.

"Gonna fill you up again…" 

You whined. He was too lost to care, fuck, he was so lost that he was letting himself enjoy that fact, without a single thought about the consequences.

You felt the tension build up again, your cheeks burning and tingling as your vision blurred. 

"L-lieuten-ant.." 

"Shit..love it when you moan my rank.. again."

He made sure to hit that sweet spot inside you to help you moan it out. 

"L..fuck.. lieu…tenant!" 

He slammed himself deep again. You were so close to breaking again, but you also knew you were too close to the end. 

"I… can't! I..pass..out" 

He chuckled, his thumb reaching to soothe your lips. 

"You scared?" 

A bit. If you wanted to be honest. But shit it was thrilling. 

"I got you. I'm right here, you can let go." He growled. 

And you knew you could. Whatever happened you knew he was there. 

"Go on baby… let go, I'm gonna cum with you" 

You could feel yourself reaching it, your ears ringing tears falling down your cheeks, Vision blackening as it finally hit. You felt your throat burn, probably from your voice but your ears didn't work. The last thing you felt was his hips bucking into you as he spilled himself deep in you one last time.

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[meiiie]

a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanks🤍🤍🤍

if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...

note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :) pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader warning TOO MUCH FLUFF

ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.

he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like “yo who is she??? omg she's so beautiful”

whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you

you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.

after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, “accidentally” brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong

even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:

user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense?? ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT

but little do they know you both were already together IRL 😭

okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say “you are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of you” LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising “you did so great baby”, “i admire u so much”

intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.

“eeeeewwwww oh my god” a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like “tehe u can't catch me”

after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you

man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it

“PLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THAT”

“you were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?”

“i'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?”

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[gentlyweeps-world]

Just The Pros

summary: After a lengthy conversation or two, you finally give into Logan’s wishes.

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, !!16+!!, no protection

prev part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Logan, are you sure that’s what you want?” You ask, fidgeting with Logan’s fingers as you two are cuddled up on the couch.

Just a week ago you had a pregnancy scare, although for Logan it wasn’t a scare, more of an awakening if you will. So now here he was saying that he wanted to try for a kid.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” He whispers confidently. “And just imagine how great our kid would get along with Benny’s son”

You take a deep breath, then lean your head back against his chest, going through all of the scenarios. “But do you want a kid?” He asks softly, running his fingers through your hair.

“I mean I want to…but we’re not married, and we’re so young..” You mumble out, “And my job doesn’t exactly pay amazingly..”

“It doesn’t matter baby, just as long as we’re happy, and I’ll take care of you” He says reassuringly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hmm you would look hot as a dad, you’d be an amazing dilf” You say with a chuckle. Imagining a kid in his arms.

“Mmm… You’re right,” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss you. “I would take care of you both”

“Hmm, I’d look hot as a dad alright.” He smirks before leaning in to whisper, “Imagine how good I’d look changing diapers” He adds on, attempting to wiggle his eyebrows.

“Oh you’d look so hot..” You say with a giggle, going along with his joke.

“You wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off me” he grins as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Especially as I bend over to pick our kid up”

“I can only imagine how your biceps would flex..” You say with a dramatic sigh, fluttering your eyelashes.

“Exactly, I would look sooo hot” he whispers, getting even closer to you.

He moves you so you’re straddling him, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Logan leans in towards your neck, placing gentle kisses and bites along it as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

The kissing heats up rapidly, his mouth against yours as he groans quietly.

“Mm…” He breathes softly, his hands gripping onto your thighs as you straddle him, pulling you closer to him.

“I think it’s time we go to the bedroom” He whispers seductively, his head slightly tilting upwards as he stares into your eyes.

“I think so” You whisper back with a grin. He easily picks you up and carries you over to your bedroom, setting you on the bed.

He looks down at you lovingly before he slowly helps you take off your clothes, eventually doing the same for him.

“Mmm..I can’t wait to fill you up baby..” Logan groans out, leaning in to kiss you as he moves on top of you, using his elbows as support.

You let out a whimper at his words, finding them incredibly hot and unexpected from Logan. “How bad have you wanted this?” You mumble out against his lips.

“Ever since I saw you with Bennys kid” He replies, trailing his kisses down from your lips and to your neck, practically shoving his face in your neck.

“That was- fuck- that was awhile ago..” You say breathlessly, pausing mid sentence as his lips trail down to your breasts, taking a nipple between his teeth he gently teases it.

“I know baby..” He whispers out, still moving his kisses further and further down until he’s situated in between your thighs. He places some kisses on the inner of your thigh, enticing gasps and small moans from your lips.

“I need to taste you..” He mutters out before licking a stripe up your pussy, with a hum, he goes all in, taking in all of your juices.

“Logan! Oh my god..” You gasp out, thighs instinctively closing in around his head as he continues on eating you out.

You somehow manage to tangle your fingers into his hair once more, pulling and tugging at the blonde strands as his tongue continues to tease you.

“Taste so good..” He mumbles out for a moment before starting up again, taking everything you gave him. “Wait Log..Logan I need you baby” You gasp out, trying to pull him up by his hair.

“Wait- wait hold on…I’m almost done” He replies, tongue plunging in and out of your entrance, trying to savor your taste. With a whine you pull at his hair harder, “Ow! Okay..okay” He mumbles out, finally pulling away after leaving a kiss to your clit.

Logan finally moves back up and places a kiss on your lips. His lips stay on yours as he trails down a hand towards your center, slipping in a finger or two to get you ready for him.

“Logan, baby I need you now..” You whimper out, hips bucking up towards his fingers. With a chuckle he pulls his fingers out, “Alright baby, what has you so needy, huh?” He says to you with a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I need you…” You whine out, annoyed at him for delaying the process. “Okay..okay..” He says with a smile, slowly thrusting his cock into you.

Once he fully bottoms out, he lets out a low moan, “Oh fuck..feels so different without a condom..” He groans out, grasping your hips as he slowly thrusts into you.

“Oh my god..” You gasp out, eyes rolling back as you adjust to him. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock. Your hands grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as he slowly moves deeper.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re such a good girl taking all of me” He whispers out into your ear, pants and groans following his words. “Oh that’s it baby..clench around me like that again..” He adds on, knowing fully well his words affected you.

You let out whimpers and moans as you clench around him once more, your brain a mess at feeling him in such a raw way. With one hand he moves your leg to wrap around his waist, getting the idea you wrap the other one around his waist, locking your ankles against his back.

“Oh yeah Y/n..” He whimpers out, thrusting into you faster and deeper now at the newer change in position. “Oh- Logan! Fuck!” You gasp out, moans spewing from your lips as you clutch at his shoulders, eyes shut in ecstasy as you focus on his movements and the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix for a moment.

“Oh my god! Right there Logan, fuck baby” You gasp out, clawing your fingernails down his back. It would definitely leave marks, but Logan did not care at all.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel so good..” He groans out, listening to you as he hits your cervix once more. “You close baby? Are you gonna come for me?” He whispers out, leaning down to kiss you.

You gladly accept his kiss, moaning and whimpering against his lips as he thrusts into your deeper and slower now, knowing exactly what to do.

Logan felt her tighten around him again, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck, Y/n, you're so tight," he moaned out, feeling himself getting closer to his release. “Logan- fuck! I’m gonna come!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back as you claw your fingernails down his back again. Your thighs shake as you come around him.

"Oh, fuck yes, Y/n!" Logan groans out, feeling himself throbbing inside of you. "I'm gonna come with you." He kisses you again, hard, as he thrusts into you one last time, filling you with his release. "Fuck..." He mutters out.

You both lay there for a moment, panting as you try to calm your racing hearts. With a groan he slowly pulls out of you, making sure to stuff his cum back into you with his fingers. “That- that was good” You mumble out, turning to face him on your side as he lays down next to you.

"Yeah, it was," Logan agrees, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "I've made a list of pros” He mumbles out, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “A list of pros for what?” You ask softly, tracing random lines on his chest with your finger.

“On why we should have a kid” Logan replies with a smile, “Tell me the list” You say, finding it adorable he made one.

“Well first off we’d get to have sex more, secondly you’d look so beautiful pregnant, and James’s kid will have a friend!”

“Then of course I’d be an amazing dad, and Alex will be the cool Uncle, and lastly we’d be amazing parents” Logan finishes off with a grin, eyes twinkling.

“Hmm yeah, that’s a pretty good list of just the pros” You say with a smile, “Now what about the cons?”

“That’s an entirely different conversation baby”

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[animentality]

It's amazingly funny how it doesn't matter what dialogue option you pick with Gortash.

Short of outright saying I'm here to kill you, he will legit still want you to be his partner.

"I reject my father-"

Oh baby girl that's so hot, you can do it.

"I'm here to get revenge-"

Of course you are, my bloodthirsty bae, let me help you.

"I don't want to side with you, this is wrong-"

Have you gone soft? I don't believe that. Your true nature is buried in there somewhere.

Like how...how down bad do you have to be...

Even when you fight him, he's like I meant what I said, we could've been great together, babe...a shame.

Disgusting. Horrible.

He's so loyal, it's terrible.

#gortash #goretash #durgetash #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge

[imtryingbuck]

Possible Happy Ending

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, past Steve x fem!Reader

Summary: It’s been three years since Reader left Steve, after bumping into someone she might have the chance of a happy ending.

Word count: 1,156

Warnings: swearing, self-doubting. I’m pretty sure that’s it.

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Three years have been and gone since you finally decided to leave Steve it hasn’t gotten any easier but you’re doing okay. Your mum rang you a few days after you left panicking saying Steve had showed up that you and your stuff had gone. A month after you left Steve and Sharon went public with their relationship, you were devastated so you went to the local shelter and got two kittens why? You’re not entirely sure but you love them both so much.

Four months after you left, you’re walking to the local cafe when suddenly you bump into someone straight away your spluttering apologies when your name is suddenly said. Bucky is standing in front of you with a big smile on his face asking where you have been; how you’ve been. You both head to the cafe to talk and it’s going amazingly well. He tells you he missed seeing you around and that Steve looked for you everywhere. You exchange numbers with him promising not to tell Steve, even though he’s with Sharon now you don’t want him showing up as you just simply can’t deal with that anymore.

In the following weeks and months after meeting Bucky again he becomes your best friend (your only friend too) he comes to the apartment every Friday and even sometimes stays until Sunday. He truly is the sweetest man ever, his favourite thing to do is wind the cats up and getting them hyper just before he leaves. It drives you crazy you complain with a smile on your face as you can’t even imagine to be mad at him not when he has that stupid beautiful smile on his face. 

Now you’re not exactly sure when it started but the feelings for Bucky were starting to get out of hand, you knew yourself it would be so wrong to say anything to him about how you had this butterfly tingling feeling in your stomach which has now turned into pterodactyls trying to break out of your stomach every time he looks at you. It’s wrong. He’s your ex-boyfriends best friend. Plus he’s James Buchanan Barnes he’s not going to like you the only reason why he’s here at your apartment every weekend ordering pizza or Chinese and talking to you about anything and everything for hours is because he feels sorry for you. Idiot.

A year after you left it went public that the it couple known as Steve and Sharon had broken up. From what Bucky told you Steve apparently walked into the apartment he shared with you and caught Sharon cheating with a guy Steve had been suspicious of. According to Buck Steve was crying out your name and begging up at the ceiling for you to come home.

A few days after that Steve was seen with a new woman on his arm. Your sister.

Your heart shattered, ringing your mum she told you that everyone thought it was okay for your sister to date you ex because he was your ex. You hung up and cried. The tears didn’t last long though as Bucky let himself into your apartment and found you in bed crying so he climbed into bed with you and cuddled you. You’re pretty sure you both ended up watching The Big Bang Theory but couldn’t remember as you were too busy watching Bucky laughing and stroking one of the cats.

Your sister and Steve didn’t last two months because every time they had sex it was your name finally spilling from his mouth.

It’s your birthday and the plan was to have a nice hot relaxing bath then order yourself a Chinese and curl up on the couch with the cats and watch your favourite show. Simple and plain. That was until your favourite person knocked on the door with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers, Chinese food and a bag with ‘happy birthday’ written across it. He tells you that you shouldn’t be spending your birthday on your own, so you point to the cats and with that he lets out that sound that makes your heart flutter. Halfway through the fourth episode of the series he suggested, you notice him looking at you, so you pull a weird face which again makes him let out that sound. You mentally scold your idiotic heart to stop fluttering.

“Y/n I need to tell you something” he speaks so softly and instantly you can tell he’s nervous.

“What’s up Buck” trying to hard not to stumble over three simple words.

“I-um w-well I need y I-I need to tell you s-s-something” he’s struggling and that gets you scared.

“B-Bucky you can tell me anything you know this” God if you’re real please kill me. Now.

Taking a deep breath, he says “iminlovewithyou”

“What? Say that again Buck but slower” did I just hear correctly? No. He didn’t just say that you idiot. Wishful thinking though pal.

“I’m in love with you. I have been since you stitched up my arm even though I heal fast six years ago. W-when he told me you two was dating, I was crushed and I knew it was wrong your was my best friends girlfriend but I couldn’t help it. You’re an angel absolutely perfect. When you broke up with him I was more devastated than him because I knew I wouldn’t get to see you again but then we bumped into each other a-and them feelings was still ther - oh shit Y/N shit I didn’t mean to make you cry im sor-“ he didn’t get to finish that word because you kissed him. 

You kissed him.

Holy shit. 

What do you do?

Do you stop?

Do you continue?

Oh. 

He’s kissing you back.

Took you long enough Bucky, jeez.

After what felt like an eternity you both pulled apart breathless with huge dopey smiles on your faces. 

“Are you sure Bucky? Are you sure that this is how you really feel?” Shut up! Why are you asking?

“Baby I’m in love with you. My heart aches when I’m not with you. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing when I close my eyes and even then, you just follow me into my dreams” There isn’t any hesitation or hint that this could all be a wind up.

“I’m in love with you too. I know it’s terrible since who your best friend is but I can’t hel-“ this time he cuts you off with his perfect plumb lips on yours. 

Bucky picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you to bed. He kisses every stretch mark, scar, beauty mark on your entire body as he makes love to you, he tells you how much he loves you. Laying in his arms sweaty and breathless you can’t help it when a few rogue tears slip onto his chest.

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[hotchsofficialwifey]

okay hear me out... mike schmidt with goth!fem!reader (be warned: i'm not goth so this might not be very accurate lol)

he met you while he was working at the mall, eyed you from across hot topic. despite your intimidating black clothes, chains, and eye makeup, you had one of the sweetest smiles he'd ever seen, instantly drawing him to you. you said good morning to the worker with one of those perfect smiles and he immediately felt butterflies in his stomach.

he started hanging out at the hot topic more frequently. he began to pick up on your schedule, too. you'd usually come on Saturday's between 12-3pm, circle through the food court and your favorite stores (one time he even caught you at Victoria's Secret, but didn't go in, for obvious reasons). he felt a little creepy, but it wasn't like he was stalking you, just keeping you safe (this was his bullshit excuse). some part of you was simply magnetic, pulling him in like a siren, wrapping him around your finger so tightly he never wanted to be let go.

after a few weeks or so of this same routine, he got fired for beating up a man in broad daylight, and had to get a shitty job at Fazbear's Pizzeria. the only part of that job he missed was you, but his yearning would soon come to an end. he went on various apps, websites, whatever he could to find a babysitter for abby while he was at work, when he found your profile on one of the apps. you were around his age, lived in the same town, and were looking for a job as a babysitter. perfect! he got in contact with you shortly after, and you were fast to reply. you set up a day, time and location, and the next night you were there, knocking on his door.

it was as if the closer he got to you, the prettier you were. pink lips overlined with black liner, flared black jeans paired with a Siouxsie and The Banshees t-shirt, eyeliner so sharp it could probably poke him and black converse covered in doodles. you were more casual than usual, obviously, but god, you were beautiful. you hit him with one of your dazzling smiles, introduced yourself to him and abby (abby instantly liked you), and he went off to work, the scent of your sandalwood perfume on his mind.

you got closer over the months you babysat abby. he came home early in the morning, but you always made breakfast (not only were you beautiful, but amazingly sweet). he didn't pay you as consistently as you originally hoped he would, but you were begin to grow a crush on him, so you didn't really mind. it got to the point where you two even exchanged numbers, using work as an excuse, but you mostly talked and sent memes to each other. but what he admired most about you is how good you were with abby. you guys drew together, watched cartoons together, laughed together, you even did tarot readings for her. abby would fill him in on every little detail of your night together, start to finish. she adored you, and you adored her, which only made him fall harder for you.

the love confession was unexpected, but really sweet. he had invited you over for dinner before he went to work, which he often did, but after you put abby to bed and sat down on the couch with him...

"thanks for everything you do for us." he blurted suddenly. your face suddenly felt very warm, and you bashfully replied.

"it's no big deal, really. i like spending time with abby..." fuck it, you thought. "and with you." you stared at each other for a moment, tension in the air, before he kissed you. slowly, softly, easing you into it. it got heated quickly, and one thing left to another, and he was forty minutes late for work (but it was so worth it).

a/n: okay, this wasn't as focused on the goth part as I wanted it to be, but wtvr. i'll be doing headcannons for goth!reader later!! for now, here's some backstory lol

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[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x fem! reader

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w/c 7.8k

summary: things heat up in more ways than one for the roommates, thanksgiving makes everyone thankful.

warnings: NO MINORS, language, fighting, mentions of child neglect, mentions of murder

a/n: thank you to my beta readers: @jo-harrington @sweetsweetjellybean pls check out their work they are both so amazingly talented 🩵 thank you to @blueywrites for screaming with me on certain parts of this story + @fracturedarkness for helping me plan future parts for this series.

again— I’m no longer doing a tag list for this series— this week as really opened my eyes to a bunch of shit in this world and I’m fucking pissed off about it.

“Do you think it’s enough food? Last year Mike ate all the mashed potatoes so I’m just hoping there is enough for everyone.”

The holidays were always a stressful time for most people, housewives stressing over meal planning, guest lists and matching outfits for their Christmas cards—ones that coordinated well and hid the fact that they were miserable with their lazy, limp dick husbands. Poor Nancy fell into that category all too well.

She’s walking circles around her dining room table, counting the dishes on her fingers. Ham, turkey, cheesy potatoes, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, corn, green bean casserole, a relish tray, strawberry fluff, gravy, two pumpkin pies, two pecan pies, a jello mold, two dozen caramel Rice Krispie bars, a pan of iced banana bars, and one can of jellied cranberry sauce on a crystal plate.

When Nancy asked you to join the Wheeler/Byers/Hopper’s gang for thanksgiving this year, you quickly accepted the invitation, asking if there was anything you could bring. She requested you bring the dessert. So the night before Thanksgiving, you started the tedious task of keeping Eddie from eating all the icing and caramel.

“Eddie! Have you seen the caramels I just bought? They were on the counter next to the flour canister.”

“Nope! Haven’t theen ‘em,” he answers all too quickly, “you thur you bought ‘em?”

“Yes I’m su—,”

Goddamn him.

Walking into the living room you approach the metal head, splayed out on the couch, fingers shoved in his mouth picking at his teeth, “oh Eddie?”

“Mhmm?” He hums, innocently, looking at you with big doe eyes.

“You wouldn’t happen to have caramel stuck in your teeth, the same caramel I bought and said, ‘please don’t eat these they’re for the Rice Krispie bars,’ would you?”

Rose colors his cheeks, “what? Me? Not listening? Ok O’Donnell,” he says with a scoff.

“Eddie,” you say sternly, hip thrown out and arms crossed over your chest.

“Ok! Fine! They were just so fucking good! But I’m dying right now— my teeth feel practically glued together— do we have any floss?!”

“Nance, I think there is more than enough here, you and Jonathan will have leftovers for weeks, months possibly.”

Fretting, Nancy wipes her fidgeting hands on her apron, “I just want it to be perfect— you know how I am.”

Type A, that’s how she was.

“It’ll be perfect, Nancy,” Jonathan agrees, coming up behind her and holding her around her small waist, “just like you.”

Scarlet heat accentuates her rouged cheeks. “Ok ok, no kissing the cook just yet,” she says, peeling herself from Jonathan’s arms, “can you and Argyle set the card table up in the basement?”

-

The turkey almost melted like butter on your tongue, the gravy was rich and savory. Karen’s cheesy potatoes were creamy and the crunchy cornflakes on top were to die for; the entire meal was delicious. The labor of Nancy’s love for her family and friends showing through her craftsmanship of amazing cuisine. You hadn’t seen Karen or Ted since the wedding, being the closest thing to parents you had, you were ecstatic when Karen joined you over the hot water and soapy sink, washing the china plates.

“So sweety, how have things been going lately? Nancy said you have a roommate?” Her tight blonde permed curls shaking behind her as she scrubs the pot used to make the gravy.

Drying the freshly rinsed dish, you answer with a coy smile on your face, “I’ve been good, doing better than I have in a while, yeah, I have a roommate, uhh Eddie Munson.”

“Oh Mike’s friend? He always was so kind to him, taking him under his wing and showing him the ropes in high school,” she looks at you then, her lavender eyeshadow catching the light over the sink, “I’m happy you two are dating.”

Dating.

Dating Eddie Munson.

Scenarios fly through your mind, Eddie holding your hand at the movie theater, him behind you—his chin resting on your shoulder helping you play video games at Arcade Land, watching him write songs and play his guitar, kissing his lips sweetly, deeply— moving down his neck, his chest. His fingers on your thighs—

You’re sweating.

Head dizzy and full of visions of you loving Eddie and Eddie loving you back dance in your head.

“W-we’re not dating, just—”

How would you describe your relationship with Eddie? Roommates? Friends? Waiting for him to kiss you?

“—friends,” you say, enunciating the word slowly, rolling it off your tongue.

“Well,” Karen says, a hidden smile on her knowing lips, “I’m happy you two are just friends.”

Friends.

Such a complicated word. Because you and Eddie were more than that, but definitely not dating. The tension between you was electric, and sometimes jarring, but you went to bed thinking of him every night, hoping he would just open the door to your room, slip beneath the sheets and hold you while you dreamed.

-

[Two weeks prior]

The morning after you had comforted him, you woke up alone— his side of the bed still warm as if he had just gotten up. Sleeping so soundly you weren’t sure what day it was, or the time. The alarm clock on your night stand said 7 o’clock but that couldn’t be right. You and Eddie had both slept for over twelve hours, the comforting kind of sleep that lulls babies to sleep, gentle, sweet, pillowy dreams in one another’s arms. Getting dressed for work, you slip a pair of jeans on, and change into a long navy blue cardigan, headband to match. Lacing up your converse, you open your bedroom door.

Eddie’s in his room getting dressed for work when you find him. Knocking on the opened door gently, you poke your head in, his eyes lift and meet yours, a sleepy, coy grin colors his face, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he whispers softly, stopping mid button on his work coveralls.

The black bandana around his head presses his bangs nearly flat, the soft waves of his chocolate dipped curls reflect the sun light with a honey oranged hue.

“Hi,” your voice is small and meek.

An overwhelming feeling of dread* clouds your mind. Where would this new found friendship and comfort lead you both? Maybe Eddie was regretting the entire night. You haven’t been on this comfort level with someone you were physically attracted to ever. Steve was like a brother to you. And Chad— you were never comfortable with him, your skin crawling just thinking of it. But Eddie? The sight of him gave you butterflies, his arms holding your waist while you slept was an intimacy you haven’t experienced before, and you wanted to relish in the feeling of it.

He fiddles with his rings on his fingers, rolling them around and around before his mouth opens to speak, “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he blurts out, looking down in shame, unable to meet your curious eyes.

Barely comprehending that he’s apologizing for being vulnerable, you walk towards him slowly. He notices your staggering steps and inches backward. His walls are back up, caged in with his feelings, barbed wire on the top so you couldn’t find a way in, electric fence surrounding the brick walls—the highest voltage imaginable.

“Ed—”

“Please,” he begs, voice cracked and broken, wavering on another breakdown, “please don’t… I don’t need your sympathy.”

Tears well in your eyes at his recoiling. How can a night of comfort turn into despair and hostility the next morning? Nose burning, signaling your brain that tears would be falling any second, you wipe your eyes hastily.

Eddie felt like his neck was out, exposed to the world, waiting for the guillotine’s blade to slice his skin, until the crimson of his blood spilled in the basket, severing his head, a trophy amongst the weak.

Munson’s didn’t accept charity, his whole life that's what he felt like to Wayne, a charity case, a goddamn roadblock in Wayne’s life stopping him from finding a girlfriend, sleeping on a real bed, forcing him to work overnight just for Eddie— he’d never forgive himself for the pain he’s caused him— and now you? Offering your bed to him, your fingers twirling through his hair as he came undone. Whimpering like an infant, coating your thighs with thick tears. Sure it felt nice to have someone there with him, to reassure him it was all going to be okay, sweet, angelic voice of reason. But when he woke this morning he felt disgusting, like a predator, a vicious wolf preying on a sweet innocent lamb offering herself to him because he was upset.

He didn’t want that for you. He didn’t want to taint your soul with his past.

“I’m not giving my sympathy,” you voiced into the void, whether he heard it or not you weren’t sure.

Eddie breathing heavily, trying to contain his emotions from spilling out of him, “good, because I don’t want it.”

He walks around you in a huff, the muted scent of cigarettes and cologne hit your nose, as he passes you and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door all too hard. Following him, you’re certain you are full fledged crazy at this point, like in a scary movie when the lead actress stays in the house instead of running away.

Opening the door, opening Pandora’s box, you push it til it swings wide, he’s hovering over the sink brushing his teeth, white and blue toothpaste decorate the corners of his mouth.

“Tooty,” he groans, spitting a dollop of toothpaste into the sink, “seriously— I don’t want to talk about it, whatever you have to say save it for the human Care Bear Harrington—I don’t want to hear it.” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Stones would be impressed with how still you’re standing, head raised waiting for him to look you in your eye. Refusing to break. A storm in your eyes threatening to flood. “Why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting like anything,” Eddie grunts impatiently, “are you ready?”

When you don’t say anything, he moves you out of the way, large hands around your arms, stepping around you and going into the kitchen.

Following him, you won't let up, his head in the fridge he pulls out the orange juice carton, drinking directly from the jug, “Eddie, you can talk to me about it, I’m a good listener.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, gasping for breath as he swallows the citrus liquid, “I said— I said, I didn’t want to talk about it and I meant it, I’m a grown ass man— ”

Interrupting him, not giving him time to finish you blurt, “Doesn’t make you less of one just because you’re upset.”

His teeth clench so hard they almost crack, his hands balled into fists at his sides, the orange juice container crumbling in his grasp. Years of therapy as a child did nothing to help him. And neither could you.

“Stop,” he snaps, his eyes pinched tight, a wave of fury washing over him, only seeing red. “Jesus Christ enough! I don’t need this shit right now, I’m gonna be late for work!”

He stomps towards the door, shoving his boots on haphazardly, throwing his leather jacket under his arm, the same leather jacket you had worn the night before, your perfume lingering on the inside.

The smell of you lighting his fire even more, he’s losing all self control.

“What’s your problem anyway?” he grumbles, kicking open the front door, waiting for you to follow. His eyes are wide and full of hurt, anger, crippling anxiety so deep he didn’t even know if he was breathing. But no matter how mad you looked, how many tears you kept wiping away from your lash line, he couldn’t stop.

Keys in the ignition he puts the van into reverse and yanks the wheel quickly, driving like he robbed a bank.

Anytime you try to speak he cuts you off.

“Do you like getting involved with people's lives? Why are you so desperate to know what happened? Need something to gossip about at the salon? So you and your boss can whisper shit about me again? Hmm? ”

“What the fuck are y—” you try to say, but he cuts you off again, he’s raging war on himself and on you, it’s far from over, no surrender flag in sight.

“That must be it right?” he preens, barely stopping at the stop lights as he flies to your work, tires squealing around corners, “I’m here because you need something to talk about, the well full of hot gossip of Hawkins must have run dry. Well guess what sweetheart? It’s not anything I haven’t heard before.”

He’s so clueless, so expertly out of sync with what you were trying to convey, what you were begging him to understand. The tears are free falling and you don’t stop them, screaming at him, “Eddie!”

“What?!” he barks back, chest heaving with hatred filled lungs and venomous words so toxic they’re burning your skin.

Aching soul and self doubt at an all time low you try to will the words to not shake as you deliver, “do you really think I would hold you while you were sad with any other intention than consoling you!? You were upset and the least I could do after you helped me was try to make you feel better!”

He tried to argue but it’s your turn to cut him off, holding up a hand as he fumed through his nose. He parks in back of the salon, slamming on the brakes as you both jolt forward. “Let it go, Too—”

“I care about you, you stubborn asshole!” You grab your purse between your feet and open the door and jump out.

“Just stop,” Eddie pleads, his eyes brimming with tears, “don’t.”

“I can’t,” you say back in a whisper, your voice breaking at the last syllable, you reach for the door, out of breath and holding in your sobs the best you can, “oh, and for the record— Josie was telling me to be nice to you and give you a chance— my mistake.”

Slamming the door you don’t hear him break, you don’t hear him thrust the heel of his hand into the steering wheel until it aches and burns. His nerves shooting pain through his entire arm. You don’t hear him scream and hate himself as he drives to work, his body soulless, empty, fragile.

-

“Tooty, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you tell Josie for the tenth time.

You definitely were not fine.

Distracted the minute you got to work, your mind raced with questions of the unknown. Hurt, confused and pissed off, you had mixed the wrong color formula for your clients hair, resulting in money down the drain from your own paycheck as you threw the mixture away and started it again, for the third attempt.

At 10 o’clock you were folding towels in the back when you realized you had bleached an entire load of darks. The once rich black towels were now faded with splotches of orange.

Eddie’s words had ripped through your heart, hurdling themselves into the deepest parts of you that were sheltered away from anyone, taking up solace in your forbidden soul, hollowing it out.

By noon you were crying while rolling a client's perm rods into her hair, having to step away multiple times before Josie gently told you enough was enough and that you should go home for the day.

Not wanting to call Eddie and get a ride you decided to walk the half mile through town back to your home on Cherry lane.

Kicking a rock with the toe of your shoe for most of the walk home, you mull over the events of the day. Wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan as you tread along the sidewalk.

-

[Thanksgiving Day]

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to Nancy and Jonathan’s? It’ll be fun!”

Eddie is leaned against the driver window of his van, his finger tracing a smiley face into the dust in the dash. “I wish I could, but Wayne and I go fishing every year on Thanksgiving— it’s a tradition.”

Every year since Eddie was ten years old, Wayne took him fishing on Thanksgiving, starting early in the morning and going until sundown, ending the night camping beneath the stars, cooking their daily catch for supper, “save me a piece of pie okay?” he finishes, ruffling up your hair, a shit eating grin on his lips.

Feeling horrible that your car was still out of commission, Eddie had let you borrow the van for the night after you dropped him off at Wayne’s. “And you’re positive it’s okay if I take the van?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Eddie’s laugh spread across his cheeks, the black beanie he has on his head inching closer to falling off every second, “Tooty,” he breathes, his brown eyes dipping into yours, “take the goddamn van and have a good time—and hurry up, you’re gonna be late.”

[2 Weeks prior]

🎶 it was the third of June another sleepy dusty delta day

I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was baling hay

Bobbie Jo’s tune was ringing in his ears all day— no matter how loud he cranked the radio in the shop, no matter how many times he tried to hum a different tune— her -* words rang through his mind like silk, coating his skin and implementing old memories he didn’t want brought up.

He was filled with fury. A ticking time bomb. It should have been no surprise when Sean and Aaron started poking at him, how unhinged he would become.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Munson,” Sean sneers, changing the oil on the Ford truck, “your little girlfriend finally figure out you’re a fucking loser?”

Eddie had already thrown a wrench across the shop out of frustration when he realized he forgot his lunch. He slammed the hood of a blue minivan on his fingers right after morning break, and now Aaron and Sean were starting in on him.

His breath erratic, trying to breathe through his nose to calm himself down but failing. His misery over taking his nerves. He grunts through barred teeth, “We aren’t dating,”

Sean perks up at the news, his wiry mustache splattered across his top lip like a squashed caterpillar, decrepit and sparse. “Oh shit, so she’s single, huh?”

“Damn,” Aaron chimes in, his hands cupped around his junk as he shakes it back and forth between his greasy hands, “what I wouldn't give to be balls deep in that pretty little mouth, that’d shut her up for good.”

“You’re skating on thin ice, fuck rag, I’d watch my mouth if I were you.” Eddie’s shoulders are tensed, adrenaline at an all time high. Fight or flight screaming through his blood racing through his heart and speeding up his heart rate.

“Whatchya gonna do about it, freak?” Sean spits pushing Eddie in the chest, “ ‘Name the time and place’ yeah motherfucker? How about right here right now?” Standing toe to toe with Eddie, but a foot shorter he peers into Eddie’s face, egging him on.

“Ever since you moved in with that whore you’ve been such a little bitch about everything— I mean I get it, honestly— Chad always said she had the sweetest p—”

Sean chokes on the last word as Eddie’s fist connects with his cheek, his rings would end up leaving bruises in their shape on his skin for weeks to come.

Sean throws a punch at Eddie but he is quick to dodge it, years of fighting in the trailer park giving him an upper hand. Blood spews from Sean’s mouth as Eddie upper cuts him in the chin, his tongue almost split in half as he bit down from the impact.

Eddie is blinded momentarily as Aaron socks him in the eye, a deep purpling plum colored bruise that took weeks to heal. Stumbling backwards his back hits the red sun faded tool box, Sean came swinging a crow bar out of nowhere and hit Eddie in the ribs, a groaning thud as the sound of his bones shatter in his body.

Behind his back, he reaches for whatever is closest, a wrench wrapped tight in his fingers gets thrown in the air at Sean, hitting him in the throat and knocking him over onto the smooth concrete of the shop floor, gasping for breath.

Aaron tackles Eddie, sending him into the air compressor, four fists are swinging and bodies shifting as they both struggle for dominance. Eddie’s lip is cut and his eye is swollen almost shut. Aaron’s nose is dripping blood on Eddie’s shirt as he punches him in the same place that Sean hit him with the crow bar. He’s able to get a knee up between Aaron and himself and twists his body to get above him, and when he does he lays punch after punch into Aaron’s swollen bloody face.

With each rocking fist connecting with flesh, Eddie has one thing on his mind, you. He thinks about the foul way they had disrespected you. The way you had cried when you told him you couldn’t stop caring about him. How he was close to losing you because he couldn’t open up and let you in. How terrified you must have been for all those years when you were scared and alone, nobody there to hold you and comfort you. And while he’s pummeling Aaron into a bloody pulp of cracked teeth and swollen eyes, it finally clicks for him.

-

The fight didn’t last long, but was effective enough to get Eddie suspended for the rest of the work day— and Aaron and Sean got a nice week's vacation with no pay.

Eddie’s knuckles are coated in a mixture of blood and spit. His jaw aches as he drives home with one eye open, it’s the clearest he’s seen in a long time.

[Thanksgiving]

“Fish ain’t bitin’ much are they?” Wayne and Eddie have both cast and reeled in their rods multiple times with zero luck. The small boat Eddie had gifted Wayne with for Christmas 3 years ago stood at still waters of Lover’s Lake, both men chilled to the bone.

“Nah, they sure aren’t. Probably no fish left in here after the summer you had.”

Since Eddie had graduated, Wayne dropped down to part time at the plant and went to dayshift. A true dream for him and for Eddie, offering to pick up most of the bills, a silent thank you for all the years that Wayne has taken care of him when he didn’t have to, but did anyway— the only caring person in his life, until you.

The wind whips through Eddie’s hair, tugging the curls out from the confinements of the cotton stocking cap snug on his head. The once crisp autumn foliage is soggy like forgotten cereal in a bowl of milk around them from the previous nights rain, chilling the usual humidity from the air and adding a depth of ice in their veins as they shake and shiver in their jackets, Eddie in his leather jacket, Wayne in a weathered faded khaki canvas coat.

Ruddy hands with silvered rings light two cigarettes, passing one to a pair of calloused, aged hands. Inhaling deeply and blowing warm smoke in the whispering winds of the quiet fog around them.

Wayne runs a rough hand over his sunned scalp, itching the small patches of hair left, as he readjusts his tattered cap, letting the nicotine settle into his bones and soothe the stubborn ache in his jaw, like ointment on an arthritic joint, “you ever gonna bring that girlfriend over to meet me or you keepin’ her alls to yourself?”

“What girl?” Eddie says quickly, coyly, blowing smoke into the space between the two of them, hiding his mouth with the curtain of his curls, opening the coffee can full of mud and worms, pushing another worm on the end of his hook.

Wayne hadn’t talked to him about girls since he was fifteen when he walked into his room and tossed a box of rubbers at his chest and grumbled, “use ‘em,” under his breath.

Irritation blooms against Wayne’s brows, “boy, don’t play dumb with me,” he cracks at Eddie, a false stern voice in his gruff voice, “the one you’re dating you little wise ass.”

“I’m not dating anyone, Wayne.” Eddie says, pretending to be preoccupied with the tackle box full of neon fishing lures and bobbers. He runs his thumb over the rough cracked surface of the faded red and white bobber, the same one Wayne gave to him when they started fishing all those years ago. The memory brings a smile to his face.

The gruff scoff from Wayne’s throat suggests bullshit to his ears from his nephew’s mouth, a noise Eddie has heard many many times in the two decades he had been living with Wayne, one that told him that he better tell the truth, and right the hell now. No matter that he now towers over Wayne, he’ll always be his boy, the wide eyed boy with a mountain of guilt on his shoulders, his son.

And as Wayne always knew— the more he poked and prodded, the more Eddie would clam up. They sit in comfortable silence, the slight breeze rippling the water on Lover’s Lake, rocking the small fiberglass boat and swaying the two Munson men gently.

How could he describe the relationship between you and him? Not dating, but hopefully more than friends. He didn’t have many friends that he’d willingly let help him battle his inner-most demons. In fact, Gareth and Jeff were still left in the dark about it. The breeze continues to grow frigid and burrows itself between the layers of his clothing, freezing his skin and peppering it with goose bumps. The chattering of Eddie’s teeth remind him of Steve’s birthday when he offered you his jacket, and opted to freeze the rest of the night just so you wouldn’t be chilly.

It’s simple really, he admitted it to Steve, but somehow admitting it to Wayne was worse than the hit from the box of condoms against his chest.

He says it all too fast, out of breath, and barely audible. But he says it. And a smile spreads across the weathered leather of Wayne’s face, pulling his mustache up, a glimmer of a sparkle in his eye, “see, now was that so bad?”

-

[2 weeks prior]

His knuckles ache, and he’s not positive if it’s from the blows to Aaron’s face or the way he’s gripping the steering wheel. His realization while busting open Aaron’s cheek made him eager to get home. Eager to clean himself up before he went to pick you up from work.

The house is silent as he walks through the garage, his angry hurtful words bounce back to him off the kitchen walls, the counter. The orange juice was still where he left it, crumpled and misshapen.

He truly was an asshole. Hurting the one person who cared for him other than Wayne. He sits down in a chair and unties his boots, blood splattered on the toes. Peeling the sweat stained work coveralls from his body, he tosses them down the steps to the basement, leaving them for later.

He stands partially naked in the kitchen, clad in only his underwear and socks, the kick of adrenaline wearing completely off, the promise of pain against his broken ribs rings searing heat through his body.

A glance around the kitchen stills the breath in his lungs. The kitchen is a wreck from the waffle night, the colossal beginning of a budding relationship that he was currently in the trenches hoping to fix. The once silky batter is now hard, pale concrete cemented onto the sides of the glass mixing bowl. The waffle iron was open, sprayed with cooking oil that was sitting with its cap off on the counter. The plates were sticky with cold syrup and now styrofoam resembled waffles, still on the table from where you had both sat. Forks and knives laying atop the ceramic plates in a haphazard way, awaiting the return of warm hands to finish their job.

Without thinking he starts to clean up, filling the sink with hot water, scraping the food from the plates into the garbage, putting away the orange juice and the left out butter and cooking spray. In no time the kitchen is sparkling and Eddie’s body is screaming at him to rest. The cuts on his knuckles are cleaned but swollen, soap stung from the water. His side aches, adrenaline slipping away with every growing minute.The pain is almost unbearable.

A clicking noise from the front door has him turning suddenly, a slight panic in his nerves as he stands stone still.

-

A block from the house, your tears return, cold, and stuck to your face like ice on poles. You’re exhausted, stomping the entire way home drove shin splints up your legs, the cold cramping dull in your calves. Thinking of Eddie the entire way home you are dumbfounded— completely and utterly confused at his reaction. How could he not know how you felt about him? Why was he begging you to stop? Wondering if you’ll ever get the answers to those questions you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your cardigan. If he was going to guard himself again, and put the barriers back up— so could you.

The door is stuck as you try to open it, pushing and shoving your shoulder into it, it finally gives, stumbling your way into the living room in the most ungraceful way. The scent of freshly wiped surfaces sting your nose and stop you dead in your tracks. You weren’t expecting to be relieved from seeing Eddie, but the relief is short lived as you notice the deep violet and indigo bruise painting his eye.

“Ed—,” you gasp, covering your mouth as you run towards him, foregoing the screaming in your legs, “wh— oh my God!”

His eyes melt at your appearance, scarlet rimmed eyes and wet cheeks take him in, eyebrows dipped into unease and apprehension. He feels your hesitancy, thick like fog surrounding you both as you reach your fingers up to his cheek. Ice cold pads of your fingertips skim the tender skin of his face, brushing the wispy hair of his bangs from his eyes with your fingertips to get a better look at him.

He doesn’t speak, barely breathing at your gentle touch on his face. The frosty coolness of your fingers burn his skin with every silky movement of your hands. He tries to avoid your eyes, avoid the pain he knew was from earlier and his cowardice.

Fingers dancing along his skin, you scan over his torso, the same way you did on the morning after Halloween, the bruising from the mishap of the steps is replaced by a pattern of splotchy deep bruising.

“They’re broke,’’ Eddie groans, his split lip ripping open, from him trying to force a smile, “looks cool though right?”

Using humor to deflect the true way he feels was an easy defense mechanism for him, but you won’t bite. Won’t take the bait he’s dropping into your waters, won’t nibble at his small offering.

Trying not to break, you stand your ground, “what happened?”

“Nothing that wasn’t deserved,” Eddie says, eyes casted downwards at your hands near his ribs, “I was just having a shitty enough day— my own fault—“, he adds quickly, his eyes flicking to yours, not wanting to put salt into the already festering wound he created, “I—uh—I took care of it.” He says in a final explanation.

“And now I’m going to take care of this,” he motions between you both, sliding his hands down your arms and settling them in your hands.

“Tooty— I,” he exhales as deep as his lungs will allow given the break in his ribs, spilling his stitched up heart to you, letting the walls fall with each word, “I’m sorry— I’m so fucking sorry. Nothing I do or say will ever amount to how shitty I feel for making you cry, for pushing you away. I’m a coward when it comes to this type of shit, and it was too heavy— too muddy for me to explain. I figured if I’d shut you out you’d go back to how it was before— before Harrington’s birthday, before Halloween befo—,”

A shake of your head and a sharp intake of breath come from your body. Did all of this mean nothing to him? The flirting, the gentle touching, the sweet gestures? It was all just something he wanted to forget?

Voice small and shallow, “Is that what you want Eddie? To go back to how it was before, when you first moved in?”

A single tear falls from your face, and without thinking, without second guessing himself or wondering if you would think he was being weird, Eddie is quick to brush it away with the curl of his forefinger. His swollen knuckles are tight and achy. He tries to hide a hiss from his teeth, wanting to live in this euphoric moment for as long as he can, as long as you will allow him to. He extends both hands now to your face, his rough thumbs rubbing over the expanse of your cheeks, fingers behind your ears, curling into your hair.

“I want,” he breathes easy now, as if the touch of your skin on his fingers mended his broken bones, his eyes soft where it allowed, one still swollen shut, “I need you to know that I care, too— and I don’t want you to ever quit caring about me— baby, I’ve cared about you for years—- and I can’t get myself to stop.”

And when a sob breaks from your chest, he pulls you into him, “c’mere,” the sensation steals the breath from your lungs, you’ve never been touched with such gentleness, such care. He’s holding you as if you’re glass. Fragile, cracked and held together with shitty Elmer’s glue that was a tempting snack for children. It’s so delicate the way he’s stroking your skin.

Minutes or hours pass you’re not sure. His warmth engulfs you, his musky cologne and spiced deodorant is a gentle blanket around you. Wrapping you in a swaddle of his admiration.

His hair tickles your cheeks, tattooed arms are twisted in your hair,and wrapped around your back. The shine of your tears coat his bare chest, his chin rests on top of yours breathing in your hair shushing you gently.

You spend the night working Eddie’s rings from his already swollen fingers, pressing ice packs to his bruises and spreading neosporin on his cut lip, rubbing it gently with the tip of your finger, Eddie giggles at the concentration on your face and the way your tongue is poked out.

He’s infatuated with the way you make him feel. His heart soaring higher and higher with each delicate touch of your fingers on his skin.

He’s up late that night, stomach full from your homemade chicken noodle soup and his heart even more full. Flying higher than cloud nine, your sweet face on his mind.

-

[Thanksgiving]

A sadistic voice echoes from your tv screen, “a little young for ya isn’t she Richie? BEEP BEEP RICHIE!”

Richie Tozier sips the Dixie cup of water, leaning against the bookcase in the Derry library, Pennywise continues his antics of torture as balloons drop from the ceiling, popping with blood spluttering on the library go-ers faces, oblivious to the fantasy nightmare Pennywise ensues.

The front door opens with a thud as a shriek and the popcorn bowl on your lap goes flying through the air. Eddie walks hurriedly through the door. A shivering spine of fear and realization hits you all at once. His boisterous laugh reverberates the living room walls as he picks popcorn from your hair, and places it in his mouth, a loud crunch between his teeth as he plops down next to you on the couch.

“Think you got your holidays mixed up, sweetheart— it’s Thanksgiving, Halloween was last month.”

Rolling your eyes you make a face to mock him, which only fuels his fire and has his cold fingers jabbing into your sides and tickling you so hard you scream out. Begging him to stop.

“Don’t!,” you squeal, holding your breath and giggling at his unrelenting tickling. He finally gives up after your face has gone red and your hair is a mess, laughing tears rolling down your cheeks.

Eddie sits back on the couch taking a huffing breath, a wild smile spreading from ear to ear, “that’s what you get for watching IT without me!”

Scoffing, you pick up the bowl of popcorn and the paled yellow crunchy kernels spilled on the ruby red throw blanket, “wait, weren’t you supposed to be camping with your uncle tonight?”

Eddie breathes out a sigh, bending at the waist to gather the kernels off the floor. The rest of the fishing trip with Wayne, Eddie spent it quieter than he had ever been, contemplating his next move, how could he show you that he was serious? How could he let you in? Show you his ugly past without scaring you, without you running for the hills? The answer was easy.

“I have something— somewhere I wanna show you,” he whispers, standing to his full height. Looking for the familiar mischievous glimmer in his eye, you are surprised by the genuine sparkle replacing it. His face his earnest, almost a look of doubt on his lips, scared of your reaction.

He peels the blanket from your lap and reaches down, his hand held out extended to yours, “come with me?”

-

The air is bitter. The driveway is glittering with a sequined frost, dancing with the shine of the street lights. Warm breath fills the inside of Eddie’s van as he slots the key into the ignition and fires it up, cranking the heat. Snuggling further into your knitted scarf, hiding the chill of your nose as Eddie backs down the driveway, heading out of town.

It doesn’t take long to get to where he was going, the drive in silence had you questioning what was going on in his mind. The path was overgrown, hidden from the road, hidden from anyone who didn’t know that it was there. The headlights of the van bob along with each sunken hole on the dirt drive. Jostling the van this way and that.

Nestled into thick trees past an old loose and corroded barbed wire fence, in place for property lines, sits a small house, paint chipped and barely visible. The roof was caved in by a large tree falling on it, the sagging porch still had bleached yellow crime scene tape hanging on by threads to the moss eaten pillar.

Eddie throws the van in park, sniffling slowly and looking around. “This uh,” he stutters, clearing his throat, “this is where I lived with my mom, my old man was in and out most of the time—drunk or in jail, I don’t remember him being here that much except the last time.”

Silence is golden, and you give him your undivided attention as he twists in his seat, bent knee leaning on the door frame.

“That,” he says pointing to the fallen tree in the back, “was an apple tree, apples this big around I swear,” he motions his hands in a circle, a chuckle in his throat, “we didn’t live here for very long, a year, or two maybe…”

His voice fades, and at first he second guesses bringing you here. He can imagine you piecing this puzzle of woe together, his life. The tragic tale of Eddie Munson, he didn’t spin a web of luxuries for you to pretend with him for a moment, a second, that he was anything other than what he was—but when your cotton gloved fingers slide into his, interlacing them—it gives him the courage, the resilience to continue.

“…I was six when it— when she was… he—,” he trails off, unable to finish, but it doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots. The abandoned house, the barely-there flicker of yellow tape, she wasn’t only dead— she was murdered, by his father’s hand.

Comprehending what he’s getting at, you can practically hear his heart breaking. Eyes never leaving his face, you take him in, his eyes are wet as he blinks back tears, using his other hand to pinch the inner corners of his eyes, and hide behind his hair, his face is ashen, once ruddy cheeks from when he came home and tickled you is now swallowed by stale ash, sucking the life from his eyes, his cheeks, his soul.

“.. right in front of me…” he hangs his head low, sniffing quietly, “Wayne took me in after that.”

Eddie and you were alike in more ways than you had thought, although your parents were still alive, they were equally absent from your life, much like Eddie’s parents. Sure you both had people who took care of you, and as sweet as the gesture was, it was never really the same. The aching torture of having to defend for yourself, put a brave face on for your temporary care takers so you don’t seem like a bother to them, so they won’t worry about the weight of taking you in— was all too familiar.

“Eddie,” you whisper softly, rubbing his hands with your thumbs.

Yearning and breaking for him, the cords of your heart reach to his, tethering them together as you slide over the center council, and carefully land into his lap. He’s surprised at first by your brazenness, but once you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him into you, he melts like chocolate at your heated touch.

Your fingers tug into his hair at the nape of his neck, his nose and lips make their way in between your scarf and your neck, the slight chill against your skin sends goosebumps down your spine, a throbbing in your core.

Realization spreads through your heart, your brain, the hair follicles on your head, the painted nails on your toes. Holding him, him holding you, his arms around you, your arms buried in his hair, his fingers rubbing patterns into your back as he sighs deeply and regulates his breath—for the first time in your life, you realize this is what love feels like.

To be loved and to be in love. It was undeniable. Right? Friends didn’t do this. Roommates didn’t do this. But two people who cared deeply for one another and were bonded together by more than just traumatic circumstances? That was love.

In this moment, nothing else matters.

It’s just you and him.

Him and you.

The flutter of your heart short circuits as it seeps hot sticky love all over your face, blooming warmly in your cheeks. Grasping him tighter, you pull away, settling your forehead into his. Whiskey poured eyes staring back into yours, for a brief second you swear you can feel his heart flutter with yours, beating as one.

Eddie doesn’t play his music loud on the way back. A comfortable echoing still in the van as it clunks along the road. His voice barely above a whisper when he speaks. He feels satisfied. Happy even? Like the weight of the world was off of his shoulders by you simply knowing his past. You didn’t ask questions and in the moment he didn’t need you to. His arms wrapped around you was more than enough, your fingers twirling in his hair, the smell of your perfume behind your ear. The way you let him grieve, let him take you somewhere he hasn’t gone in years, was something he’d appreciate for a lifetime to come.

Once home it’s like any normal night, only he doesn’t tease you. He doesn’t fight over the bathroom or use your toothbrush, he doesn’t argue when you pop Christmas Vacation into the VCR, even though you can quote the entire movie. He’s completely engulfed by you, watching you brush your hair, the extra roll of the waistband of your pajama pants. The ridiculous colors of your fuzzy socks you insisted on wearing now that the weather was colder.

He’s never felt nervous around a girl before, usually throwing himself around, showing off his exquisite rack like a stacked buck in rut, rubbing his antlers on trees, showing his mighty dominance.

But you weren’t just another lonely girl looking for a night with a lead singer, or a girl pretending to be in love with him just so she could score coke from his supplier while also fucking him behind his back, and you definitely weren’t a faceless girl that he plowed to forget it all.

Meaning much more to him than just some silly fuck, or a high school “sweetheart” that ended up being a heartless cunt, or a dumpster for his cum.

No.

You were much more than that, to him.

More than a roommate, more than a friend, more than Eyeball’s bratty fucking sister.

He could write sonnets about the little lines in between your brow when you pulled your eyebrows together, usually when you were mad at him. He could sing songs about your laugh, not the small polite one, the loud one, the one that rang every doorbell to his heart and and he gladly answered. He could hum a tune of gratitude about your cooking and the silent ways you care for him and your close friends. He’d get his ass kicked by the entire male population of Hawkins if it meant keeping you safe.

You were it for him.

The only one to make him feel, the only one he wanted to see at the end of the day, in the morning when he got up.

Watching you giggle and let out a yawn, he places a couch pillow between his hip and yours gesturing for you to lie down. He almost goes into cardiac arrest when you move the pillow entirely, your head resting in his lap. A sleepy smile on your face as you tug the blanket under your chin.

Yup.

You were it for him.

And he's a sucker, addicted to the way you made him love you so effortlessly.

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I made a post a while back of my fave Satosugu fics and here's some of my absolute fave artists! There are so many incredible artists for jjk and I'm constantly in awe but heres some I just wanted to shout some love and adoration too!!! ❤️❤️❤️

@nessieartss - I am obsessed with their older brother Sukuna au and his total lack of rizz with Megumi. It's incredible.

@diosaurr - oh my GOD their satosugu art is phenomenal but the way they draw Yuki too?!? Such a babe!!!

@xo-romiiarts - god I love the way they draw Satosugu!! Their comics are so hot!

@sadbenedict - the iconic basement au!!!! (Their happy satosugu art is amazing also)

@andlatitude -we had a moment where I realised I'd followed them from when we were both in the Supernatural fandom, ADORE their Nanago art!

@fushiglow - should be illegal that they can write amazingly AND draw like that!!!

@fuyuhen-art - I think I've reblogged their art so many times now because I can't get over how hot it is. The way they draw sweat?!? The veins in the arms?!?

@fah-keet - the hottest satosugu content made only better by the use of horrific cakes to hide the nsfw. Sometimes I see an outright nsfw and look for the cake because I'm ridiculous.

@petridumps - the cutest Nanago art. The way they draw teen Gojo and Nanami is incredible. The staring contest comic is such a fave!

@yuutaguro - so in love with the papamin au!!!

@franeridart - all my teacher satosugu headcanons exist in their universe because I love it SO much. It's just pure joy.

@owwllly - the way they draw the chests is too much. Too powerful, obsessed with their art style. The way they draw Suguru?!? 🫠🫠🫠

@3-aem (not letting me link not sure why) the way they draw Gojo is godly. He's SO pretty. Just absolutely beautiful artwork.

@arinavah - I'm feral for their chosoyuki content. It's just so good.

@uotuok - the way they draw soft and sleepy satosugu just warms my heart. I love it SO much. These boys need more cuddles!!! And the colours they use?!? It's such a beautiful art style I adore it.

@cottonhide - their art is SO pretty. I love the way they draw Fushiguro 🥰 but their satosugu kiss comic is one of my absolute faves. These boys are so dumb my gosh.

@strawbaryarts - my fave drawings of Shoko. Just the eyes get me so much. She's so done, I love their pieces so much!

@wacuoms - the artwork they do of Suguru breaks me, the way they draw his expressions is just phenomenal. Also buff lesbian Gojo my god 🫠🫠🫠

@to00fu - their Yuri satosugu is amazing and how I headcanon them as girls now! I loooove the way they draw Suguru's piercings 🥰

#satosugu #goge #nanago #sukuna #basement au #jjk #Jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #stsg #jjk fanart

[eeveebitches]

movie. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Reader

Summary: Roman wants you to stop watching a movie and pay attention to him, so he goes about it the best way he can think of.

Word count: 1.812

18+ only! More under the cut

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, oral sex (f receiving) praise kink, coming untouched/in pants

A/n: based on a request i got!! tysm for the inspo :)) my requests are also still open!

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You're watching a movie when he comes in.

Grin wide, eyes tired and hair messed up beyond relief. He jingles the spare keys you gave him in the air, spotting you on the couch. "Got in with our key," he says matter-of-factly as he throws his shoes off, walking over to you.

Ever since you gave Roman a spare key to your home, he's been visiting you with no warning. It's not the fact that he was growing co-dependent on your time that piqued your interest, though. It's always been how he refers to the key.

He used to just say 'the spare key', clearly tense as he struggled to find comfort in his intrusion. Then it became 'your key', which he said with the tiniest smile. When he started calling it 'my key' you would fight back a grin. He was clearly indulging himself with this.

What the implication of this new 'our key' situation is, you have no idea. Better to keep it unspoken, like you two usually do.

"What're you doing?" You only look away from the screen for a second to watch him walk over to you, before returning your attention to the screen. "Watching a movie," you tell him rather dryly. He lets out a huff, plopping himself next to you on the couch. "Well, I'm here now, so screw your movie." 

His hand shoots to snatch the TV remote away from you, but before he can do so, you yank it away. "The movie is almost done, just watch it with me or something," you mumble out, transfixed on the riveting plot in front of you.

"So what, your shitty B-roll movie trumps quality time with the number one bachelor of America?" You don't even respond this time, you simply keep your eyes on the movie. Roman groans, head dramatically falling back as he stares up into the ceiling. "What am I even supposed to do while you melt your brain with numbing media consumption?"

Again, no reply. Just a meager shrug. 

Roman, at first, wants to glare at you. Maybe smack your arm, then go to your kitchen and purposefully make a shit ton of noise, so you're forced to stand up and pay attention to him. But as he stares at you, he can't help but notice a small amount of red lace peaking from under your sweatpants.

Then a much better idea to get your attention pops up.

Wordlessly, he removes himself from the couch and instead kneels down in front of you, hands awkwardly resting on your thighs as he stares up at you. "Uhh, what're you doing, Romes?"

"G'na eat you out," he plainly tells you, lips twitching up into a smirk. "Roman, have you ever given anyone head?"

He shrugs, hands slowly pulling your sweatpants down. You do wanna finish this movie, but you're also curious to see where this goes, so you help him by slightly lifting yourself up, so he can properly remove them. "No, but I'm like Leonardo Davinci, naturally talented and amazingly hot. I can do this easily," he states with confidence that is clearly a facade.

Roman's pupils are dilated as he stares at your lacy red panties. His hands shake as he pushes your legs apart, giving him better access. You hum with intrigue, giving his hair a quick pet before yet again focusing yourself on the movie. "Whatever you say, Davinci."

You weren't expecting him to start out with a kiss atop of your underwear. It's awkward, yet sweet, which you reward with another stroke of his hair. The air is tense as he slowly moves your panties to the side, and ever-so-slowly, he dips in.

With a sharpened tongue he experimentally licks the inside of your folds. You shiver at the sensation, keeping your hand casually rested on his head. For a moment there's nothing, before Roman's head turns up to look at you.

You flush at the sight of him looking up from you like that, eyes wide and unknowing as he's kneeling in between your thighs. His obedience is like second nature to him, and in moments like these you revel in it.

"Can you, like, give me a tiny hint on what to do? Or else I'm just gonna bite your clit off," he huffs, face already reddened.

"Try flattening your tongue a bit, for one. Just take your time, Romes."

And that he does.

Carefully, he laps at your folds. Places his hands back on your thighs, keeping them open as his eyes flutter shut. Just as suddenly as he got on his knees for you, he places his entire mouth on you, roughly sucking on your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, hand clutching at his hair as he suctions onto you.

The groan he lets out as he tastes you is guttural, like he was a man starved and you were his last supper. As he removes himself from you with a sinful 'pop', he lets out an airy laugh. "Jesus, this is, uh... fuck," he whispers out before delving right back in, madly licking and sucking wherever he can reach.

He can't stop himself from letting one of his hands drop from your thighs, using it to palm at his growing hardness. "Shit Romes, you're doing good," you groan, struggling to pay attention to the movie when Roman's tongue is a single movement away from circling your clit.

"Only f'r you," he desperately gasps out, only taking a second to get air back before focusing his full attention on the small bundle of nerves he's finally located. He isn't as hesitant as you would've thought he'd be-- he wastes no time roughly sucking on your clit, shamelessly moaning as he feels you twitch and writhe from his touch.

"Fuck, you're doing so good baby, keep doing that." You grab a handful of his hair and forcefully pull him closer. He moans pathetically at the movement, at the way he's suffocating in your juices. 

The wet noises he's making are absolutely sinful, and if it wasn't for his relentless mouth you would've joked about his eating manners. His mouth and nose are shiny with your wetness, and he pays it no mind, drilling his tongue inside of you without a care in the world. "W'na please you," he moans against you, his own hips stuttering as he stops palming himself, cock painfully restrained in his dress pants.

"You're such a good boy for me, Roman, you're doing so fucking good." His eyes screw shut as he groans against your clit, the vibrations leaving you to gasp for air. It's all just too much, the pleasure combined with the desperate noises he's letting out sending you into cloud nine.

He whines at your every noise and your every word. It's like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, and when you yank at his hair he can't hold himself back. With a muffled groan he releases his load, only slightly faltering in his pace before continuing to practically torture your pussy.

"My sweet pup, eating me out so well, so proud of you," you moan with a fistful of his hair in your hand, only half-aware of Roman's own predicament. Your words of praise alone are overstimulating, but he can't stop himself from lapping up your juices.

He pulls away for a moment, gasping for air as he looks at you, face glistening.  "You're so fucking wet, I just w'na live here," he groans out, before roughly sucking on your clit.

You don't know if it's the hungry moans he keeps letting out or the blinding pleasure he's giving you that pushes you over the edge. Thousands of blinding white stars cover your vision as your entire body stiffens, a gargled moan escaping your throat as you push Roman's entire face into you one last time. 

He moans against your slick cunt, weakly lapping at you as you slowly come down. Even when you whine at the overstimulation of it all, he keeps at it, tongue busying itself with cleaning you up. For a moment you think you can even hear him gulp, whining as you try to pry him off of you.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, carrying a serene expression. With lidded eyes he looks up at you, and the question he asks almost makes you cum again on the spot.

"Did I do good for you?"

You let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah, you did."

Roman groans as he stands up, and only now you see the dark stain at the front of his pants. "Oh my god, did you?--"

"Shut up, yes." You giggle as he awkwardly stands up to place a small kiss on your lips. Your hand shoots to grab the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, and you hum as you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans into your mouth, a sound you happily swallow before pulling away. "You did very good, Roman. Didn't realize you're a total perv for giving oral," you hum out as he waddles yo your bathroom. 

"And I didn't realize you were a total slut for it," he retorts, keeping the bathroom door open as you hear him shuffling out of his pants. "Where's my shit?" 

You pull your panties up, but simply remove your sweatpants, before walking over to your bedroom and quickly fishing out a fresh pair of pants, a shirt and some boxers for him. The amount of times he's made someone drop off fresh clothes for him to your apartment has caused an influx of items for him to wear when he's with you.

With a light grin you walk towards the bathroom, handing Roman his things as you sit on the closed toilet seat. "I'm happy you were able to enjoy yourself, too."

Roman shrugs. "Yeah, I mean, I ruined my fucking pants, but it was also fucking hot." 

"You win some, you lose some," you hum as you watch him remove his blouse and replace it with the shirt. "You should definitely let me do that again, by the way. Just-- ask whenever you want a real man to make you cum," he mumbles out, avoiding the eye contact you're trying to make with the mirror he's in front of. 

"You're just saying that because you're a total pussy-loving freak, aren't you?" He groans at your words as he finishes dressing himself, walking out of the bathroom with you in tow. You chuckle at the TV-- the credits are rolling. "Can you please not say kinky shit to me, my dick is in recovery mode right now, thanks."

The two of you plop onto the couch, legs tangling as you grab the remote and put on a show the two of you usually watch together. "Seriously though," Roman suddenly pipes up,

"you taste really good."

#female reader #roman #roman roy #roman roy x reader #romulus roy #roman roy x you #succession #succession hbo #roman roy smut #roman roy x reader smut #succession smut #succession x reader #succession fanfic

[insilanar]

Any lestappen fic rec to share ? 😣 Any favourite author on ao3! I need some!

Hi anon 😘 Of course! In fact I've actually been working on a personal fic rec, so I'm glad I get to share it with you!

Here you go, hope you enjoy <3

Lestappen fic rec

Short-ish fics 🩵

control systems a College AU by @itsgoingdutchin2021 | 1.2 k

Summary:

Due to an unfortunate encounter in their freshman year, both Charles and Max hate each other. Then they are assigned a group project.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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your hands are cold a High School AU by dhufflebee | 3.9 k

Summary:

“I feel like this event should really be called ‘Frosty Fusion’ or something like that.”“That is, of course, incredibly stupid.”“Hey!”“It doesn’t mean that ‘Snowmen Competition’ isn’t the most boring name ever, though.”OR: long-time friends and rivals Charles and Max hail from neighboring schools, and brave the biting cold, the challenges of snow sculpture, and their own buried feelings

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Kiss It Goodbye (Your Little Panic Attack) F1 Fic by @celientjeee | 5.1 k

Summary:

‘What- How did you do that?’ Charles asked, he still felt a bit shaken and hot, but the tingling had disappeared.Max smiled at him and let his hands drop away from Charles’ cheeks.‘I once read that holding your breath could stop a panic attack and when I kissed you, you held your breath.’‘I did?’ Charles winced at how high his voice sounded. OR: Charles gets a panic attack and Max helps him (more than once)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics between 10 k and 20 k 🧡

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions a Cozy Winter AU by @wanderingblindly | 12.4 k

Summary:

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine.“Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.”“So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows.Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” OR: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Rating: General Audiences

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Golden Hour a Uni AU by Chariots4 | 13.2 k

Summary:

Max is a great roommate. So great that when Lando asks him to be part of a music video he’s filming he does so, without asking what it will be about.Turns out he will have to model with no other than Charles Leclerc. As lovers. The two men’s desire to not be outdone by the other takes the whole thing to new levels.

Rating: Explicit

-> This is also a personal favorite of mine since it was my first ever Formula 1 RPF fic and honestly, it's written amazingly well!👌

<3

oui chef a Chef AU by @sunshineyoujustwait | 16.2 k

Summary:

There’s someone standing in his kitchen.He looks young, maybe close to Max’s age, with messy dark brown hair that’s pulled back from his face by a red bandana, and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter like he’s supposed to be here.Max’s first rather unhelpful thought is; fuck, he’s gorgeous. His second, more reasonable thought is;“Who the fuck are you?”“Charles Leclerc,” the man smiles. It's a little bit dazzling and Max is not at all distracted by it. He extends his hand for Max to shake. “I’m your new executive sous chef.” OR: Max is very happy with his life, thank you very much. He has his restaurant, his team, and two Michelin stars at the age of 24. He definitely does not need some pretentious Monegasque chef coming in and throwing everything into chaos.Except, maybe he does.

Rating: General Audiences

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you got me a College AU by @fueledbyremembering | 16.6 k

Summary:

When Max looks up he stares into pretty green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. His hand is still blindly feeling around to find the books—his brain lagging—as he stares at the guy from last night. He straightens up and Max follows, staring dumbly as he holds out the books for Max to take.“Thanks,” Max says, feeling like an idiot as he takes the books, their fingers brushing for a split second. This was not how he wanted to meet again. “Again, I’m so sorry.”The guy smiles and Max thinks he might just die a little when he notices he has dimples. Of course he has dimples. OR: Max falls head over heels for the cute guy at a college party and he can't stop thinking about him (aka the lestappen college au nobody needs).

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics above 30 k ❤

Late night devil put your hands on me a Thief/Detective AU by @f1-giuki | 42.1 k

Summary:

"Do you want to know what is more incredible?" Max asks, staring at Charles' full and round pecs without any shame. "What?" Charles asks, enjoying how Max's cheeks get redder and redder as he licks clean the fork. "Stealing the Nine Pieces of Eight, with me," Max says and Charles drops his fork in the plate. "The Nine pieces of eight? Isn't that like a legend? The owner of those artworks is unknown…" The Monegasque asks, furrowing his brows. Max grins and rolls his eyes. "I know a guy..." Max says, pulling Charles close by the elastic band of his boxers. OR: World-class thief Max Verstappen asks Interpol Detective Charles Leclerc out on a date (to put on the world's most complicated heist ever conceived) but things never go as planned.

Rating: Mature

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To Your Heart’s Content a Mafia AU by @cornerofacry | 119.4 k

Summary:

Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance."I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.To put himself back together."I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-""Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh. OR: Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.

Rating: Explicit

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Favorite lestappen authors 💕

NovaCloud, Richardmarie75, WanderingBlindly, xxcelientje, amarynas, charlescoded, LestappenForever, linearity

Note to the authors: If your fic is on here and you would like me to take it down I will. Feel free to just dm me about it or drop and ask 😌

And anon I hope you find something you like on this list!

#anon ask #lestappen fic rec #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1

[sashi-ya]

𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑩𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑺 DADDY! AIZEN X F! READER ☆ PUBLIC, SIZE KINK, CREAM PIE.

🦢 tagging: @stygianoir @cyberdazetragedy 🎀 tw: reader is an adult, ffs. public sex. size kink. daddy! kink. cream pie. 💟 wc: 1.1k

“(Name)-san… wear the skirt I bought you the other day, please” “Yes, Aizen-sama”

Sosuke happened to have a free day once in a while, and even if you didn’t ask for it, he offered you a walk in the park that afternoon. You acceded immediately, having outside time with your dom had been one of your most awaited things this month.

Of course, as always, dates had rules. And rules should be followed, specially if those are given by Aizen-sama himself. Wearing “appropriate” clothing during winter time was a must, but the little skirt he bought you could only lend you to freeze your thighs and legs. But who were you to say no to his “special” request?

The pleated skirt, that could barely reach a few centimetres of your thighs, looked precious on you. Sosuke has, to you, wonderful styling skills…

“Tie your hair with this, do you like it?” he said, looking at you up to down and then giving you a little box in your hands.

You quickly answered yes, even if the contents of such box were still unknown to you. Soon, you discovered a beautiful soft pink bow inside that complimented the whole outfit amazingly well.

“Thank you, Aizen-sama! This is beautiful! Can you please put it on my hair for me?” you asked, trying to muffle the excitement.

He smirked, and with a soft “hm” he indicated to turn around. Aizen’s skilful hands, that had been inside and all of you so many times, took no time to fix the bow into your hair.

And soon, both left the house where you live under all of his rules. The park wasn’t very far and a beautiful scenery ahead waited for you. The sky had no clouds, and all around seemed blessed by a beautiful sunny winter day… you know, those days that are cold, but you can still feel the sun kissing your skin with that warm relief.

Fortunately, there wasn’t many people around, as kids were at school and most people in their jobs…

“Aren’t the swans pretty?” Sosuke said, watching you eat a candied apple he bought you just a few minutes ago.

“They are, Aizen-sama. The sun reflects in their white feathers so beautifully” you answered getting your lips stained in sugary crunchy coating.

He scoffed sweetly, cleaning the commissure of your lips. He took that same finger to his own lips, tasting the rests of caramel on them.

The image makes your legs a little weak, and your panties probably wet.

Speechless, you offered him a bite of your apple, watching with absolute devotion the way he accepted it.

“Why don’t we sit on that bench to eat and watch the swans?” he commands, pointing at a secluded seat surrounded by trees and right next to the pond.

You nodded, looking at the bite he just took of your fruit and followed him. And, as you sat next to him, the cold breeze coming from the pond cripped under your skirt and into your bones. It caused you to shiver a little, enough for Sosuke to notice…

“Are you cold?” he asked, placing his warm big hand on your right thigh. “A little…” you confessed, embarrassed and guilty. After all he asked you to wear that skirt.

“Come here”

He pulled you, with absolutely no effort, to sit on his lap facing the lake. His arms, big enough to surround you, did by your waist. Your legs fall hanging in between his and your back softly landed on his chest.

Aizen placed his chin on the crook of your neck after moving your hair to the side. His strong presence, the hot breath reaching your skin and his lips so painfully closer to your neck… it’s a park, Aizen-sama… what do you want from me?

“Can you give me a little bit more of your apple, (Name)-san?” he asked, with that tone that’s both sublime and secretly mischievous.

“S-sure, Aizen-sama” you quickly answered back, with trembling voice and the sensation of something growing harder underneath you.

You swallowed looking at him give yet another bite so close to you. You swallowed again when he got even more comfortable with you over his lap, with his erection pressing against your femineity so hard and imposing…

“Ai-Aizen-sama?” you murmured, by now the bouncing motion of his legs were making his hardness get more and more swallowed by your labia, even on top of clothing layers.

“Why don’t you call me daddy from now on, my sweet one? I am sorry you are cold, but you look just like a precious doll to me this way… I promise to buy you some hot cocoa after” he whispered, criminally sexy and with a power that left you breathless and lightheaded.

Sosuke’s hands pressed your lower belly in and down, very strongly against his crotch. A pressure that caused a soft whimper to come out of your lips, and your legs wanting to close.

“Da-daddy? I… you-?” you didn’t know how to ask… he wanted for you to hump? Or he wanted something else? There, in public?

He could only scoff, putting you back on the ground and quickly freeing his sex in a very discrete way. As soon as he was ready, Aizen snatched you back to sit on top of his sex.

“Shh… doll, you be quiet. Daddy wants to fuck you and get you warm from the inside out” he whispered, already moving your panties to the side with great expertise for your core to feel the hot pulsating shaft of his against it.

You widen your eyes… he definitely wanted this And you are absolutely nobody to say no to daddy’s orders, aren’t you?

Fast enough you humped a few times until his sex slid inside of your spasming walls. You engulfed him, as always so tightly, so excitedly.

The cold had abandoned your body, and the heat coming from your lower belly reached your cheekbones turning them on fire.

“You need to be discreet when jumping on daddy’s dick, ok? We don’t want the rest to notice… right? Or do you want them to see you be a little slut, mh?”

“I am your little slut, daddy Aizen… it’s ok if the see” you purred, with your hands placed on his thighs to balance yourself.

Your hips went back and forth, and sometimes you even bounced on top of him as he made you jump with his legs. The cold filtering from underneath your skirt could only play with the warmth of his and your juices, giving you both an extra pleasing kick. However, nothing compared to both the shame of being fucked so publicly,  and still how lucky you were of being fucked by no other than him… Aizen Sosuke.

Your hasty breathing became even more agitated as you were about to reach climax that Sosuke had to cover your mouth knowing very well the end of your trembling body on top of his.

“Come for daddy, (Name)-san…” he whispered, with his hand on your lips and his fingernails buried on your cheeks.

You nodded with the little will you were left with and let him finish the work with thrusts as he stood up just a little with you trapped by his arm around your waist.

One, two, three more. Tears on the corner of your eyes, trembling lips and shivering limbs, feeling soon very, very stuffed… with hot release, fully inside your womb, flooding every corner, deep, deeper.

“Keep it all inside, my sweet doll… this will keep you very, very warm until we get home”

“Yes, Daddy Aizen. Thank you ~”

#aizen sōsuke #aizen x reader #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #aizen bleach #bleach x reader #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader fanfic #bleach fanfic #muken aizen #sashi ya #aizen smut #mdni

[blythsholland]

No More Secrets! Part 3

Pairing: Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: You join the cast of TBOSAS, sparks fly between you and Tom, and fans are quick to notice some things.

AN: Part 3 of No More Secrets! You can find part 1 and part 2 here! If you want to be tagged let me know! Hope you enjoy! More works at my masterlist!

Also, want to thank you all for the support in this. I really really appreciate it! 🥹🤍

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tomblyth That’s a wrap 🎬 The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes coming on November 17, 2023 🐍

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youruser I’m definitely NOT going to miss you 🫡

↪️ tomblyth sure, whatever you say love! I’m going to miss taking naps in your trailer tho.

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↪️ blythyouruserlovers he called her love! 😭😭😭😭

↪️ user21 WHATS GOING ON IN HERE????

↪️ blythloverrrr taking naps in @/youruser trailer you say?✍🏼

rachelzegler you sweetheart! going to miss you! ☹️ also the pic of josh with my loveletter??? 😭😭😭

↪️ joshandresrivera MY loveletter.

lionsgate See you next year! 🐍

user okay but why is no one talking about the last photo???? That has to be @ youruser

↪️ user89 it can be someone else, why does it has to be her?? 🙄

↪️ user74 forget her, look at Tom’s arms??? oh my god.

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youruser That’s a wrap on tbosas! Forever grateful for this and for all the beautiful memories made 🤍 now a small break before no way home press tour! 🕸️

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rachelzegler is that? I knew it!

↪️ blythloverrrr rachel, bestie, what do you know?

↪️ user is rachel one of us?

blythyouruserlovers is everyone seeing what I am seeing?

deuxmoi 👀

tomblyth you said I snore like crazy but you still took a nap with me!

↪️ youruser tbf you were the one that decided to nap on MY bed. So technically you took a nap with ME.

↪️ tomblyth okay you got me there i guess.

useranti i take naps with my friends all the time. It’s normal.

useranti2 it’s always the same people. Don’t ship irl people!!

userfan I just love that both of them keep posting cryptic pics about one another and they ignore every comment made.

*three weeks later*

e!news

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e!news Tom Blyth makes an appearance at the Spider-Man: No Way Home red carpet premiere. We interviewed him and he replied he came to support @ youruser and gushed about how amazingly proud he is of her. The pair even posed for some pictures together. Full story at the link in our bio. (📸 Getty).

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user11 They’re such a hot couple!

user @ user11 they aren’t dating.

userfan He went to support her and the way he looks so happy in the interview everyone! That man is in love!

↪️ tomblythlovers IKR??? the way his eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. So so cute!

↪️ user4 @ tomblythlovers THE EYES NEVER LIE!

↪️ blythyouruserlovers This reminds me of that vogue interview @/youruser did last week. The interviewer asked her about her experience working with Tom and the smile never left her face when she was talking about him.

↪️ user11 @ blythyouruserlovers omg share the link!

user112 I won’t be surprised the day they finally confirm their relationship. It’s so obvious they are a thing, but if they aren’t already, they’re pretty much in love with one another.

youruser posted a photo

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youruser Spiderman: No Way Home premiere! The movie is finally yours and I can’t wait for everyone to see it. Love everyone dearly! 🕸️🕷️❤️ Here’s some bits of the premiere last night and the press tour!

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tomblyth you looked absolutely stunning love. ❤️

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↪️ youruser Thank you, love. 🥺❤️

↪️ blythyouruserlovers SOMEONE SEDATE ME!

↪️ youruserlovers can I be the third?

↪️ blythloverrrr they😭called😭each😭other😭love😭

zendaya ABSOLUTELY! 😍😍😍

rachelzegler MY BEST FRIEND! LOOK AT HER! 🩷🩷🩷

↪️ youruser PLEASEEE, ILYSM 🥹

tomholland2013 that pic of all of us during press 😂

versace we LOVE a Versace moment 😍

blythyouruserlovers No, you don’t get it. The way she posted that pic of them where they look like such a powerful couple. They are insane!!!

youruserupdates_ so proud of you! Excited for the future!

useranti They’re probably another fake PR couple. Let it go people!

user1 They’re friends, of course Tom is going to support her.

user73 shippers are so annoying!

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi New Year, new couple alert!! Over the holidays these two rumored lovebirds got caught. Sources tell us these two have been dating on the down low for a while now. They’re very happy with one another and they want to keep their relationship as private as possible. Head to the link in our bio to know who’s the rumored couple! (📸 anonymous)

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blythloverrrr that’s definitely @/tomblyth and @/youruser.

↪️ blythyouruserlovers it’s definitely them. It looks a lot like them.

↪️ userfan leave them alone! And if they are, so what??

user98 I have to say, I saw this coming! They’re very cute!

e!news 👀

user1 oh no, the shippers about to be annoying.

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