#i honestly couldn't live without her stupid ass

[stuckwthem]

in the world of boys, he's a gentleman. | enzo v. (eng version)

summary: after watching you waste your time with other dudes, your best friend has some things to confess to you. pure fluff. a bit of angst.

you never thought riding in a dress on a bike would be such an exciting experience, but there you were, clinging to enzo's body and trying to keep your balance on the back of his bike while laughing like crazy. 

to contextualize it, enzo had been your best friend for some time, ever since enzo had rented a room in your apartment two years, so living together inevitably turned into a genuine friendship. from time to time, your best friend and roommate was also your superhero. whether it was reading your mind when you were starving and didn't want to cook, or always coming home with your favorite sweets, or saving you from ambushes.

when your messages came on enzo's cell phone earlier, complaining about a date that was going from bad to worse with a slightly arrogant guy, he didn't hesitate to get up and hop on his bike to pick you up. the very idea of imagining you on a date with a horrible guy, and worse, a guy who wasn't him, made him nervous, so now you were in this highly unlikely but completely comical situation. he hadn't given you a choice.

"i can't believe i did that," you said, bursting out laughing, which enzo reciprocated by shaking his head. "imagine his face when he comes back to the table!".

"i'm so sorry for him", replies enzo with irony and a smile that indicates that no, he doesn't regret that he stole you from that douchebag.

"i bet you do" leaning your head on the brunet's back, you replied in the same tone. his body is warm and a little sweaty, but his scent is good and familiar.

enzo was riding the bike down the street, while you held on by wrapping your arms around his waist, the night breeze enveloping you. silence fell for a moment before you decided to break it.

"enzo, seriously, you didn't have to do that. it was going to be fine. it was going to last a few more minutes."

he chuckled, shooting you a corner glance. "well, judging by your desperation in the messages, i'd say 'fine' is a pretty generous word."

you snorted, feigning indignation. "i was dramatizing it a bit, you see."

"i know, i know. but honestly, i couldn't let my friend spend a horrible night with some idiot guy. after all, who else is going to put up with my stupid jokes?"

"oh, is that what i'm here for, a mate who'll put up with your jokes?"

enzo smiled, amused. "among other things, sure. but seriously, i wasn't going to let a guy get away with it one more time."

she rolled her eyes as if offended, but couldn't hold back a smile.

"where do you want to go?" she asked suddenly, leaving you a little confused.

"i thought we were going home," you shrugged.

"i can't let you go home so dressed up without having had a decent date!" enzo exclaims, turning his head slightly, allowing you to see his indignant expression.

you process what he just said and feel your heart skip a beat. he was either guessing things or....

"so we're going on a date?" is your automatic retort, and then, trying to disguise, you clear your throat, worried that you're reading the wrong lines.

maybe, in addition to roommate, best friend and occasional superhero, enzo was also a little crush of yours. one that you had tried to forget through terrible dates that always sent you back to square one: enzo. enzo, who bought you your favorite ice cream when you got your ass kicked when you first met, even though you never talked to him directly about your favorite flavor. enzo, who always waited for you at home with a movie session and a warm blanket. enzo, who always listened to everything you said. enzo, who was your weak point.

"if you want to call it that, we'll have a date, yes," he says, and involuntarily your hands tighten around his waist. 

after a few minutes pedaling through the quiet streets, you realize the familiar, everyday route. maybe enzo has changed his mind. you really were on your way home and all your expectations had fallen apart. until, slowly, he stops, and the next thing you know, you're in front of a corner pizzeria. the same new pizzeria that had opened a few days ago near your house and the one you kept telling enzo about.

"pizza?" he asks as if waiting for your approval."

enzo holds out his hand for you to get off the bike and he follows you right away. it's funny how you contrast, while the older guy is wearing casual and simple clothes, you're dressed up in that stupid dress. inside your head, you curse the moment you agreed to go out with that idiot from before. he really didn't deserve all your prep, but enzo, wow. he really seemed to study every part of you and admire every aspect of you. from the most innocent way that some loose strands of your messy bun framed your face to the most indecent way he noticed how beautiful your legs looked in that tight dress. 

the two of you had to sit outside, as it was crowded inside, and when you sat down at the small sidewalk table across from enzo, your best friend let out a long sigh as he stared at you. a sigh that said: finally. 

"but to be honest with you now, you don't know what a relief it was to see you out of that restaurant," you confessed, with a light, hearty laugh.

"was the mood that bad?" the boy asked with an incredulous expression.

"there was just no mood! the guy went on and on about the life lessons he learned when his dad stopped giving him money for a month, or how i shouldn't feel special if he took me to his apartment after dinner. and we had just arrived!" you exclaimed in amazement at enzo, who suddenly looked serious. too serious. "he hasn't asked me a single question in 45 minutes!".

"what an asshole!" the brunet muttered, rolling his eyes. enzo's gaze turned away from you for a moment, following his own hand as he fiddled with the sauces and plucked pieces of napkin off the table. "why do you keep hanging out with guys like that?"

he asked, still not looking at you, and suddenly your blood boiled, rushing to your head. you took a deep breath, feeling a pang of disappointment hit your chest, not believing what enzo had just said. 

"are you implying that it's my fault? i'm responsible for men being totally selfish and..." you close your eyes, involuntarily placing your hand against your own chest. indignantly.

"no! that's not what i meant, my love." enzo lifted his head quickly, meeting your gaze, hurt and betrayed. 

he felt like a complete idiot, desperate at the way you were looking at him, not quite sure how to back down. he stood up straight in his chair, leaning over the table to reach for your hand, ready to defend himself when a waiter stopped right next to him.

"good evening, lovebirds! what can i get you?" the man asked, his tone friendly and cheerful, in contrast to the flaring tempers at the table.

you laughed wryly at the waiter's confusion, a regular occurrence whenever you went out together, and folded your arms, turning away from enzo.

"ahm, hello," he scratched the back of his head in bewilderment, and then realized he hadn't even looked at the menu. he fumbled over the pages, didn't know what to order, and suddenly looked lost.

"two pieces of marguerita, vegan option, please," you said, straightening up. "and a coke, with lemon, for him."

enzo looks at you anxiously as the man takes your order, his leg dangling under the table, brushing against yours unaware. the contact makes your whole body shudder, but you still don't look at him. the waiter leaves the table and announces that he'll serve you shortly.

"look, i'm not saying it's your fault. not at all, chiquita," he says, his voice low and his tone worried. you look at your nails, pretending to be indifferent. a little dramatic. 

enzo sighs and brings his knee to yours. you squint, indifferent, while he moistens his lips as if trying to find the words on the tip of his tongue. 

"i'm trying to tell you that you deserve better than these guys. you know it, i know it." the way he conducts what he says is slow and careful, he continues. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you, who sees all the amazing things i see in you. these dudes you go out with clearly don't see the amazing person in front of them and completely miss the opportunity to meet the best person they could ever have in life."

your eyes automatically rise as you hear what he says, and your lungs don't seem to perform their routine action. your lip trembles nervously. tears gather at the corners of your eyes, because you have to tell yourself that you're only saying that because you want his good, because that's what a best friend would say. and you have to wrestle with all those words before you go to sleep, swallowing all your feelings.

"you know, you're kind, incredibly smart, even if you still think you can beat me playing mortal kombat by pushing all the buttons at once." enzo continues, softening his lecture, making her laugh under her breath. "you're funny, talented, real. cute."

unable to resist any longer, you meet the brunette's gaze again, who gives you a small smile as he notices you slowly give in.

"not to mention your patience, especially when i decide to cook and leave the kitchen as a battlefield." 

this time you can't contain the smile that spreads across your face, remembering the last time enzo had tried to prepare food. really, a denial for cooking. 

"as a cook, you're a great actor," you mutter, which makes enzo chuckle and take advantage of the space you're leaving him.

"and when you have those creative bursts, writing or creating your own recipes. it's fascinating to see your mind in action, and i always wonder how someone can be so.... unique. how you light up wherever you go, how you make things seem so much easier when you're around and...".  

enzo seems to be in the middle of a great discovery. he laughs to himself, shaking his head, as if he regrets having said all that and his eyebrows rise, almost in a gesture of desperation.

"got it," you say, a little sheepishly. your cheeks heat up and you suddenly feel like a teenager.

"anyway, i guess what i'm trying to say is that you're an extremely lovely person." enzo seems to relent, and his body softens in the chair. "and anyone who doesn't see that doesn't deserve to be with you."

his breath comes out as if someone has just punched him in the stomach. your hands run across the table, seeking his, which grasp your fingers gently. you say nothing for a long moment, during which the waiter returns and serves you in complete silence. 

his confession gives the atmosphere another kind of tension. before you could respond, enzo averted his gaze, as if trying to escape the intensity of the situation.

"you know what? forget what i said. let's enjoy dinner and forget i said all that. what am i? shakespeare? don juan?" he joked, trying to lighten the situation by gesticulating exaggeratedly. he takes a sip of his coke, disguising his desperation.

"enzo," his name on your lips comes out as a plea. everything hits you at once. the awareness of his feelings, the awareness of yours. he shakes his head negatively and lets go of your hand.

"it's okay, you don't have to try to comfort me and tell me we're friends, i know. i've accepted it." enzo rushes over, running his hands through his hair, nervous.

"enzo," you tell him, firmer now. "why didn't you tell me before? why didn't you take me on a date before?".

he seems to be choking on his own breath, his nostrils flaring and his chest rising and falling rapidly. enzo looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. his eyes search yours, as if trying to read your expression and understand if those words were real. how can someone know you so well and not have a fucking clue?

"because i... i didn't know how. it was always easier to be your friend. to stay in the comfort of not risking too much. not to feel the rejection. taking you on a date seemed to cross some invisible line, and i was afraid of messing it all up". 

he hid his face in his hands, laughing to himself. enzo looked on the verge of collapse, frightened. you had never seen him like this. you quickly got up, sitting down in the chair next to him, quietly touching his wrists.

"how stupid you are," you state, laughing. he looks at you with an offended and confused expression. "you really haven't noticed all this time?".

your best friend's face fills with something akin to expectation and dread. expecting the fatal blow at any moment.

"wait, you mean... that you..." he starts to stammer, but you interrupt him with a smile.

"yes, enzo. me too" your confession makes his face light up and then he blushes. was he really 30 years old? because you were making him feel like a kid.

"i never thought..." he murmurs, and you complete the sentence.

"that i could feel the same way? well, now you know. it was obvious." you laugh, moving a little closer to him. "how could i not fall in love with you?".

enzo feels your whisper on his lips, sending shivers down his spine. your warm breath mingles with his, uncertainty hovering between the two of you, unfamiliar territory to traverse. enzo's gaze examines your face, searching for any trace of indecision, but he doesn't find it, and then his eyes drop to your mouth.

"if only you'd let me show you all this sooner," he whispers too, as one of his hands, large and warm, rests on her thigh, under the thin fabric of her dress, and the other rests behind the back of her chair.

"you still have time" 

and with your confession, it's as if he loses control. his pupils, darker and dilated now, are the last thing you see before you feel soft lips against yours. your breath is suddenly cut off and a shock runs through your body, shutting down your entire nervous system for milliseconds. he kisses you eagerly, as if making up for all the other opportunities he'd missed. the hand behind your shoulder moves quickly to the back of your neck and a gasp escapes you. his mouth tastes sweet, like cola and lemon mixed with his own flavor.

enzo can barely contain himself, the rest of the world ceases to exist when your tongue passes over his lips, as if asking for permission, and he almost rolls his eyes at the sensation. god, how he had dreamed of that. he had replayed it in his mind a million times and then blamed himself for it. he shook off the thoughts when he felt your fingers run over his scalp, while your other hand gently stroked his cheek. as if a tornado of emotions wasn't going on inside him at that moment. everything that had happened so far made this moment worth it. 

after almost five minutes, the real world seems to return, as does the need for oxygen, useless, in enzo's perception. the sounds of the street echo in his ears again, everything slowly makes sense again. the world stops spinning as you look at each other with wide, goofy smiles on your faces. you bring your finger to the corner of enzo's lips, carefully wiping away the traces of lipstick. it makes him want to ruin the rest that remains on your beautifully delineated lips.

"so, what do we do now?" you ask, still a little limp, trying not to laugh. the feeling of kissing your best friend, something that had crossed your mind a million times before, seemed far away. in fact, it was something much better than you could have dreamed of.

"i suppose we could start with a first date," enzo suggests, feigning some nonchalance, shaking his shoulders. his fingers wander over your face, brushing aside a few strands of hair over your eyes. it's so sweet and peaceful that you want to treasure just that moment among all the others.

for the rest of the night, you eat that cold pizza like it's the best you've ever eaten. the rest of the dinner goes naturally, lightly, with kisses and sighs, conversations and confessions, like everything you needed. like everything was finally in place. a millennial alignment. it was so easy to be there, next to him, no need for masks or disguises, to be in front of him was to be able to see yourself from the inside out. without hiding anything, without any desire to run away. completely immersed in each other. it was like dreaming half awake. it was just perfect.

there were uncertainties, saved for the distant future, it was terrifying to lose that connection you had. but maybe it wasn't the right way, maybe it was unforeseen and completely chaotic, but it was the best and last first date of your life.

for my girlies who asked me to translate it, i hope you enjoyed <3

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fluff

[onsunnyside]

slutty sunday, thinking abt daddy ari and brat reader

imagine bratty little girl just refusing to do what daddy says when he asks nicely and he starts getting pissed

he drags her to the bedroom without a word and starts punishing her spanking and overstim and whatnot

and all this while bratty baby is saying "no daddy why are you doing this to me 🥲🥲🥲" and she starts crying because she thought ari was literally mad at her and doesn't want her anymore

BUT AFTER HE SEES HER CRY immediately he becomes soft and babied her and explained the need for a punishment and reader goes back to "oh okay daddy!" and they continue 🥵brrr

-🦦

ari teaching you a lesson 😳 set the same verse as this drabble

"Why're you being so mean?" You weep, burying your face in a pillow and muffling your scream as his hand lands on your ass.

He laughs, roughly tugging the band of your panties before releasing it, letting it snap against your skin. "You know why."

Ever since he bought the restaurant you worked at (let's be honest, he bought the whole chain bc he's extra), he's been stopping by every day to keep an eye on you.

Today was a particularly bad day. Honestly, you just woke up feeling grumpy but couldn't call in sick again so you got dressed and went to work. Ari happened to walk right in as you were arguing with a customer, this was not one of those "the customer is always right" because is it your fault that they didn't clarify they didn't want stupid tomatoes on their stupid food? All of this, over fucking tomatoes?

Bad, bad day! You just wanted to sleep and put it all behind you!

At your silence, Ari turns you to face him and his features soften, "oh, my poor baby." He wipes the few tears on your warm skin, "am I really being too mean?" He gently manhandles you onto your back, cushioning your head with soft pillows before climbing over you.

"N-No... I don't think so."

"You know why we're doing this, right? You can't blow up on customers like that—even if they deserve it." He caresses your cheek, "You gotta be professional, or else I'll have to fire you."

You pout, "but you buy me whatever I want anyway! I don't need a job."

He laughs quietly, bending down to kiss your neck, tickling you with his beard. "I do. Is that what you want? You wanna live off me, suck me and my wallet dry?" He isn't complaining, he'd happily provide for you.

You're quiet for a few moments, "maybe." You gasp when his fingers trace down your clothed slit, nudging the small vibrator inside you.

"We'll talk about this later. First, daddy has to make sure you've learnt your lesson. If you're gonna be my baby, you gotta have good manners."

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[amberkoyuki]

Is this.. Possible?

Star of the show: 𝓚𝔂𝓸𝓳𝓾𝓻𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓴𝓾

F!Reader

You a Royal in this family. You had large wings maybe 2X bugger than your body. You'd never seen a fallen angel. There were many fallen Angel's out for the royal family due to their kind being locked away. One day you were exploring your house without stupid security watching over you. You hated how your parents couldn't trust you. They only weren't around because there was a big party going on and you'd managed to sneak away.

When you came below into the chambers you saw so many fallen Angel's around. Wings faded black. Dark like the night. You'd seen one managing to break free. The moment you heard the loud metal thud you started running to the stairs. The fallen angel with fire like her flew after you with high speeds. He was holding the end of a broken sword.

You felt his strong broad arms wrap around you and cover your b mouth to prevent any screaming coming out of your mouth. "hello there." He spoke in a cold monotone voice with zero interest in you. "what a pretty little Angelito." (Spanish speaking Kyojuro is just..���) "I think I might make you mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to pin down and take all my pleasures in. After all your family took away my mother for marrying a fallen angel when not being one herself." He spoke in annoyance despite having a smile on his face. His body was beaten up and bruised a bit.

His wings expanded out to their full size. They were almost as big as you.. Maybe even bigger. He rubbed his clothed dick against your ass. "Hmm. I can tell your a virgin. A royal wouldn't lose their Virginity until after marriage." He had a shit eating grin on his face. "I'd love to be your first time."

You were squirming trying to get away. All you felt was discomfort.. You yourself had never seen a cock or even felt one.. So of course you were feeling uncomfortable. He could see it on your face, so then he put a bit of distance between you both. "Your mine Angelito."

He threw you over his shoulder and started walking away. He didn't give two shits about any other fallen angel there. Your ass was near his face while you were squirming. you began screaming for your parents. They couldn't hear you over the music. "Stop screaming so much little Angelito, they'll hear you" he chuckled, you just roller your eyes "that's the point." You said sharply. "Well why would you want to go? I'm only gonna claim you tonight." He sounded like it was normal. "We just met. And I'm not even yours." He stopped and put you down. "do you wanna do it at my house?"

"Don't you guys live in caves?" You thought about it. A cave, rocks like that are very cold like Ice. It sent a shiver up your spine. "Yeah what about it." He said confused. You could tell he didn't live in castle unlike the angels. Fallen angels were treated Like shit. It was like racism but based in your wing color.

"Sorry Angelito I forget that you live in a castle. It's not that bad honestly" he sounded like a soft tune.. One that you could get used to. "you have siblings who can rule this kingdom you don't have to stay"

"Are you sure this is right.." You glanced outside.. You didn't want to stay. But it felt wrong to go at the same time. You really never had choices like this in your life

Should you stay or go.?

(Got lazy so left it on a cliffhanger it's not that long because. Idk it's just not that long should i make this a series🤔)

(I'm working on so many stories I'm stressing myself out🙂)

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this

Third part here! Honestly one of the worst things to do in the laboral world is managing clients, I'd rather clean toilets, I would deal with less shit, no kidding xD.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Harassing, violence.

Words: 2578

Chapter three: The way of the punk

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv

It was around 6pm, things were as slow as ever, but my mood shifted after seeing Spider-Punk, maybe because of that I made a few extras on my tip.

It seemed like a good day so far, I was preparing the inventory for later, and then, it went down when I heard someone scream.

When I hurried back to the counter I saw a couple punks harassing Jess, one of them had her cute scarf on his hand, pulling on it so she was literally glued on the counter, unable to move.

"HEY" I yelled, "Let her go, I'll provide service for you" the taller one let go of Jess, making a disgusting grin, "Now that's better, see how easy is bein' nice?" He pushed her head against the wood harshly before sitting on a booth.

"What can I get you?" The same bastard eyed me up and down, licking his lips, "Don' know, you in the menu?" He and his peers laughed at his lame joke. Normally I would at leat try to knock him out, but like I said before, same shit every day.

"Sir, if you're not gonna buy anything, I'm going to ask you to leave".

"Sweetheart" he grabbed my note pad and wrote awfully his order, then the threw it back to me, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, hurry to the kitchen", I almost wished he said thay it's where I belonged so i had a reason to kick his face, but I just let them laugh as I walked behind the counter.

"Three eggs with bacon and three coffees" I placed the order, feeling Jess's eyes on me, "Are you okay?" She rubbed her neck a little, "Yeah, sorry I didn't know what happened back there" this time I was inclined to hug her, "Relax, stay in the register".

Usually we have people every certain amounts of time, so it's never really full, the rush hour started between 5pm and 7pm, because people started managing from home their businesses, due to all the violence. Only a few thousand were brave enough to work outside, like delivery people, or mall staff.

Punks were the worst clientele, you can ask anybody who has to work with people for a living, besides Karens, old people with children and perverts, punks were simply the worst.

"Order up!" The cook handed me the plates, which I took to the table swiftly and without dropping them, not bad since the leg.

"Thank you sweetheart, that'll be all for now" the other tried to copy his comrade stupid attitude, but couldn't make it sound as disgusting, more like pathetic and uncharacteristic. Rather cringy really.

The air around me changed when I saw that one of them had a gun.

Couldn't made a single movement that was too erratic, neither alert Jess without being too obvious, so I just acted normal, like I didn't give a fuck and started to fill up ketchup containers.

One thing is being shot from behind a smoke curtain where you can't see the gun or the person behind it, but it's totally different to have someone point a gun directly to your face.

No one should know what that's like.

Had to be calm, breathe in, attend them and then they would leave. I kept repeating that when they ordered pie, the plates moved with my shaky hands, and just didn't know how to act anymore.

"Ah, why so nervous luv?" His hand went down my thigh, caressing gently with his dry as fuck fingers. What could I do? I couldn't see his other hand, so I guessed it was on the gun, which he showed me with a dark smile.

"Gonna behave now huh? That's why little humming bird went silent?" The third now spoke, making the supposed leader snicker.

His hand moved upwards, reaching towards my ass, never taking his eyes away from me. I couldn't get out of there, Jess, tired of the scene, tried to get closer but I shook my head slowly, couldn't risk her being involved.

"Let's see how well you do me now, whore" he pulled me to his lap, his hand fully grabbing the gun now. He undid the laces behind my apron and slid it away, then he used the cannon of the gun to slip up my shirt, "Wahoo, little bird is bein' cooperative" mocked the second one, firstly taking my hand and then pinning it on the table.

Now, his hot stinky breath was against my neck, along with his tongue, going up and down. Shivers ran down my spine, while I fought the urges to cry and throw up. "Shakey aren't we? I like that" One more word out of his mouth and I literally wouldn't be able to contain my stomach.

In the midst of an awful situation, his head went backwards and dented knife was pressed harshly against his throat, "You better unhand her, things will get messy otherwise" I looked up, "Sir, please" I whispered not believing my eyes.

"Come get y'er bitch huh? No worries, I'll return her to you when we're finished" this guy seemed to not be able to read the situation he was in, until the manager in a blink of a eye scratched the hand with the gun, giving me a window to break free and run to the counter.

"Look what you made me do, you couldn't just wait your turn huh?" I wanted to say he was in an unfair fighting situation, but two of the guys slipped away as soon as they say thr massive riffleon his hand, so it was just the leader vs him.

"Beat it Claude" so that was his name, it was a bit off for a dude like him. "This ain' over, old geezer" he spit and left, but his gaze lingered on me for some reason, it gave me goosebumps.

If only Spider-Punk had appeared instead of him, I would've kissed him right there on the spot.

"Thank God sir, thank that was so badass" she called him?? "No problem, wonder why he was here of all places, wasn' on his turf, besides no one manhandles my waitresses" he said brushing back his white hair.

"Th...Thank you" I ended up stuttering, and my voice broke as soon as I made the effort to speak up, "Did he hurt you?" Jess walked past the counter, brushed my hair away from my face and neck, then she eyed at my arms, torso and legs.

"Only emotionally, but besides the touching and licking, he didn't do much" she sighed, "You're pale, need anythin'?" She seemed really worried, "I'm sick, so I'm gonna take five in the bathroom, I feel...dirty" I turn away from Jess, for some reason I felt embarrassed, maybe was the fact that everyone saw that horrible scene back there, but the embarrassment was going to pass, the feeling of his hands and awful words wasn't, not easily.

After I puked my guts out, I resumed work, then at 7:30, locked myself in the back to do inventory, alone with my headphones, blasting pop clasics instead of listening to my thoughts, otherwise they would eat me alive.

Later I was walking home when I remembered Spider-Punk could come, and since I didn't really had the energy to deal with people, at all, no matter how nice, I thought of leaving a post it on the window, because I couldn't exactly text him, right?

Home sweet home.

Was it really? Sure I entered a department hardly decorated, half of the walls painted in a minty green that was hideous, with two corners occupied with stacks of empty boxes, a single brown couch and a bedroom as boring as vanilla ice cream.

So yeah, home.

Lonely, cold home. With no one who greets me with a hug, with something freshly cooked, or at least the damn lights on. Just the emptiness and coldness, as usual.

Is sometimes a curse to be independent.

I threw my work bag on my bed, it looked tempting as fuck, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get up. The only things in my mind were an instant Ramen cup I had stashed somewhere in the kitchen, and a shower.

And I couldn't wait to be clean.

But as soon as I opened my window, the masked man fell from the roof and stopped to be face to face with me, upside down like earlier.

"Hey there luv" there he goes again with the gorgeous British accent, "Hi, I was just about to ask you for a rain check"

"Why? Somethin' happened?"

"No" Yes, "Work drained me, socially speaking, so..." I sighed, my eyes shut fighting a few tears "Sorry I just can't deal with anything or anyone right now"

"Wanna be alone, talk about it, a distraction, just stare at the telly, or a hug with no questions?" I really appreciated him giving me options, but I was just so tired, "I want to sink in the dirt, so can we...do this some other time?" He bowed his head slightly, "Of course, have a good night luv" he was so polite and understanding, it made my heart flutter.

"Same, be careful" He jumped away, but as I was about to close the window he came back to open it back again.

"What are you-" he didn't let me finish, a single jump and he was inside my room, "I know the best to shake off a bad day, come with me" he suddenly was so illuminated, but I wasn't sure, and he noticed. "We'll be back before curfew, cross my heart" he assured me, and seemed confident enough.

"You sure?" I placed my hand on his, "I bet you a kiss" I grabbed my cellphone, and my keys just in case, before following him to the window, "You're on".

He took me to the roof, the last bits of the sun shining at the distance made me forget the cold wind blowing.

He jumped on the edge, and pressed my body to his before leaning back, and fully jumping off the roof, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist. "Oh my- Fuck!" I yelled, holding him for dear life. I heard him fucking laugh, "Don't mock me you punk!" He laughed even harder, "You're so cute!" I heard him, and felt the movement of his cheeks, I bet he was smiling.

We landed in front of a cafe, not like the one I work in tho. It had a simple style, not much like the 80's, more like modern but it felt like home. The smell coming out of the kitchen was sweet, warm, welcoming.

Gosh how did I missed a place like that?

"Man like Sam! Spare us an hour or two?" The man from the counter lifted his head, "Yo wassup Spider-Man, sure thing, the usual?" Seemed that they get along just fine, "Yeah, but not for me, you're not alergic to cherries right?" I shook my head, "So that and a... coffee? Or perhaps a milkshake, luv?" He gave me a nudge on the shoulder, making me laugh at his funny tone.

"Making fun of me, huh?, a capuchino please" the man nodded with a sweet smile before going to the back.

"I wasn' ya know? Just thought you were the kind of girl who enjoys the milkshake with the share heart straw" I laughed as I followed him to a booth.

"I mean, I do enjoy a good cliché, but this is not that kind of situation, and you're too cool for that" he gasped in a dramatic way, "You're assuming the way of the punk don' like cute stuff?" The smile on my face grew a bit, "I suppose so" he leaned his body against the wall, punching his chest with both hands pretending to stab himself.

"Way to punch my heart lil' luv" he was so weird, "You like clichés? Aren't those a way the media has to make people buy into a fake romance idea, and make money out of it?" I saw how he tensed his jaw, only to mouth a dry, "Yes" probably clenching his teeth.

"Not very anarchist of you to like 'em" I bluffed,

"In my defense, don't believe in consistency, luv" he was so enigmatic, but so simple? I had so many questions.

"Right, so you're a hopeless romantic?" He sat normally, took a second to think about it, then sighed, "I enjoy the lovey-dovey shit, it's a good rest from the hard leather and violence" waving his hand in the air.

The same man from before brought me a piece of cherry pie, with whipped cream and a ball of ice cream on top, and the capuchino, it was so cute, it had a shape of a cat on the foam. I thank him and offered the spider a bite but he refused, maybe because he just didn't wanted to lift his mask, too much exposure I guess.

"Must be hard" I broke the silence, while toying with the crust, "The what?" He asked, I was going to mention his whole vigilante life, but I figured something more, complete.

"Living in a constant fight flow" he looked down, then to the window, like looking for something in the foggy night.

"Already used to it, but yeah, who wouldn't be fed up already?, this seems like it's..." he punched the table, sighing exhausted. He seemed so tired of everything.

"Endless" he lifted his gaze at me and nodded, "Yeah", the only thing I managed to do was place my hand on his, to bring at least some comfort,"I feel you" his hand faced the other way, so he could lace it with his fingers.

"What had you so down?" His voice was low and soft, as if he was being careful and put a lot of thought into the question.

The piece of pie went hard down my throat as soon as he asked.

"I just...I really hate man that think they can do whatever the fuck they want to women" I felt how his hand had a firmer grip, not quite menacing like the punk at the coffee shop.

"Did someone do something to you today?" He suddenly went straight with his tone, and also his words.

"Honestly he was an imbecile punk, I don't care anymore, by the way no offense, but most idiots nowdays are punks" I stared at his fingers playing with mine, his other hand tapping the table occasionally.

"What did he look like?" He insisted.

"So you can do what? Forget it, if only he didn't had a gun, I would've kick his ass myself" the air went quiet for a little bit, again it was like I could hear the gears in his head turning, "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, not wanting to disclose what he actually did, "Nothing physical".

"If I had stuck around, maybe would've helped" that made my heart flutter a little, the idea had crossed my mind, him swinging and saving me from that asshole, "It was hours after you left" It wouldn't have changed a thing, but he sighed and murmured a low "Still", his gaze, I just knew he had it on me, but how I wished I could see his eyes.

"If it makes you more at ease, this helps a lot" I laughed, but the sound of a police siren brought our attention to the window, and ruined the whole evening.

#hobie brown smut #hobie x y/n #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #hobie x you #atsv hobie #spiderman #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Respect the Birth [13]

*SMUT WARNING!!!!*

Me and The Faces made it home hours ago. I still haven't texted Sal back and I don't plan to. Not now at least-- I'm going to have to let it marinate. He's still a dick and I'm exhausted from the hellhole that was the Dark Autumn Complex concert.

Don't get me wrong, the music itself and meeting North, East, and South was fucking amazing. But I learned way more than I ever wanted to.

Ash and I took quick showers earlier then climbed into bed, ditching all three of the other boys.

It's about two in the morning. Ash is snoring softly behind me and I haven't been able to fall asleep at all yet. I've just been sitting here, staring up at the ceiling and feeling sorry for myself. And worse, I've had to pee really bad for the past fifteen minutes.

But I'm afraid to get up-- I really don't want to disturb Ash. At the same time though, if I don't run to the bathroom, I'm just going to be miserable all night.

Todd was the pampered prince in this living situation. He got the one room in the suite that has a bathroom inside. Meanwhile, the rest of us have to venture out of our bedrooms to go do whatever we need to do.

After a minute of cursing my stupid bladder, I slowly scoot out of bed. I can't afford many expensive things, but I'm really fucking thankful that The Faces can because it's so nice to be able to sneak out without the floor or bed squeaking. My trip out of Ash's bed is so simple and quiet.

Before I slip out of the room, I grab my mask. I can't risk getting caught without it.

I walk toward the bathroom, mask haphazardly wrapped around my face just because I honestly couldn't care less. I'm tired and I need to pee-- no one can see my face even if I just threw this thing on half assed.

I drag my feet, smacking my lips and rubbing my eyes as I turn the corner into the kitchenette where our bathroom lies just beyond.

Moonlight glitters into the small kitchen, illuminating the cold, tiled flooring with a pale blue sheen. It lights up my path, making it seem as though it's almost glowing. If I weren't particularly groggy and exhausted tonight, I'd admire it a bit. But at the moment, I'm more than ready to crawl back into bed with Ash and snuggle into her warmth.

I pass the kitchen, walking right up to the bathroom door and leaving the hypnotizing moon behind.

I lick my lips and slap a hand onto the light switch, hearing a resounding grunt in response that has a shriek building in my throat. Since when do light switches grunt? And since when do light switches feel like skin?

A hand slaps onto my mouth and the building scream catches before it can leave my mouth. I just watch ahead of me, trying to see through the dark.

A bare, pale chest finally makes it's way into my line of vision and I blink, squinting my eyes as my gaze travels up until I'm looking into two prosthetic eyeholes.

Relief and anger simultaneously swell within me as I shove Sal's hand off of my face. "For fuck's sake," I hiss out, taking a step toward him. An intimidation tactic, I guess? "What is wrong with you!? I was about to drop kick you, dick-head."

"As if you could," he grumbles back, eyes midnight black with the lack of lighting. But the itching at the back of my brain says he's staring right at me.

"Oh, yea?" I bite back. "Wanna find out?"

I don't wait for answer, just shove past him and into the bathroom, finally switching on the light I was so desperately seeking. But as I go to close the door, Sal's hand catches it, his long, pale fingers wrapping around the side of the wood and keeping it in place even though I try to put more pressure into closing it.

Sal just meets my force with some force of his own, easily getting the door to open again until he's standing in front of me in all his... bare chest... toned tummy perfection.

I huff out a sigh, thankful that my mask can hide the sudden blush on my cheeks, though it can't do a single thing for the way my eyes immediately trail down his body. Still, I manage to force out the words, "What do you want?"

Once I finally peel my gaze away from his body and look at his face, Sal looks stuck for a moment. Something about his slightly wide eyes and risen eyebrows hints that he may be gaping under that damn prosthetic of his.

So, I tilt my head, waiting for a response through the mild shock of seeing him not so confident and all lost for words. It's... it feels really weird to see him like this.

But then his eyes relax, as do his eyebrows, and he steps into the bathroom. Crosses the threshold. And shuts the door behind him.

He's either here to bitch at me, or...

I gulp down the wave of expectations and emotions that rushes through me all at once. Part of me is warm, wondering if he's here to honor the promise I'd given up on. The other part of me-- a bigger part-- is on guard. This is not like Sal. In fact, this is a bit concerning.

I don't know. Maybe he's going to kill me. I wouldn't be all that surprised with how much he seems to despise me. Just as I despise him in some cases.

He still says nothing. And I'm tired of waiting.

I take a shaky breath and take a little step back. "Look, if you have nothing to say, can you let me pee in peace? Argue with me later."

"Do you have to go that bad?" He finally speaks. But his words are stupid as shit.

I stare at him, dumbfounded as awkwardness pulses between us. "What-- I-- why would you even fucking ask me that?"

Sal narrows his eyes and bends his head down, a tinge of aggravation flashing in his eyes. "Just answer the question."

"Holy fuck," I groan out, shoving a hand into his chest until he takes a staggering step back. "Yes. I actually do have to go that bad. Now fuck off."

Sal turns without a word and leaves the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Okay. He must be on drugs. There's no damn way that interaction just happened with both of us sober. Something has to be making him act all weird. I'm so... I'm so weirded out that I'm considering saying fuck it and just running back to Ash's room.

But I use the restroom instead, just so I'm not miserable through the night, wash my hands, then open the door and flick of the light.

Only to get shoved back into the bathroom.

Rage consumes me. This guy is starting to tick me off. Something weird is up with him tonight and I genuinely don't want to stick around to find out. "Sal, what the fuck are you--"

"I'm trying to keep my word and I don't know about you, but this seems like a perfect opportunity to me," his deep voice rasps at least an octave lower. Barely hidden desire is reflected in his tone that only grows quieter and closer as I find my breath catching in my throat.

I look every which way, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the darkness as my heart thumps wildly in my chest.

Is this really about to happen? Do I want him to honor his promise? Am I ready to do this-- here, with all of our friends just a door or two away?

Honestly... yes I am. Weird or not, I have this ridiculously frustrating attraction to Sally Face.

Still...

I'm about to tell him he doesn't have to do this. That our friends are too close and it doesn't matter anyway. But his fingertips brush over the shirt covering my waist. Desperately and hesitantly. But I don't move, and he pauses, assessing my reaction or waiting for one.

When I simply stand there and hold my breath, listening to my wildly pounding heart in my ears, Sal drags his fingertips farther across my waist until his entire hand is under the hem of my shirt and gripping onto my skin, pulling me a step closer.

This feels... it feels funny. Though, I suppose when any two people who have, for example, in our case, bickered so often and are now trying to appease some stomped down desires... I guess it's understandable to be awkward. I just hope that Sal can squash out the odd tension because I don't have the gall too.

Even weirder is how things are going to progress if I can't even kiss him.

As clueless as I may be on occasion (or more so, often), I'm not dumb enough to think that Sal is just going to miraculously pull off his prosthetic and kiss me willingly. He's not some emo knight in shining armor and his prosthetic isn't his weapon. It's a barrier. Everything about him is a barrier. The most impenetrable one that I've ever seen.

I push past the awkward bit just a little, wondering how he'll do this without either of us being able to use anything above our necks. It's incredibly intriguing, especially since, overall, he's pretty confident.

At least, I would assume he's confident considering his hand just moves lower, his fingertips brushing over the waistband of my shorts.

I lick my lips as electricity courses through my body at just the whereabouts of his skin on mine. As frustrating as he is, he manages to make up for his shit personality by being hot in everything he does.

Sal is meticulous. He makes everything he does personal, intimate. It always shows even if he tries to hide it. Shows in his blue hair that brushes my cheek as he leans a bit closer to me. Shows in the curling of his fingers against the fabric of my shorts. Shows in just the sound of his slow breathing. All confidence. All focus.

I wish I could see him more than anything-- even if I'd be looking into his prosthetic. Just to see his outline, his body, his eyes on me.

The odd tension is all but gone as Sal and I stand quietly, his one hand on me and anticipation of what happens next rippling in the air around us. My body is growing warmer by the second, my heart picking up speed and my fingers shaking just a bit.

"Do you remember what I told you that night?" Sal whispers, his otherwise monotone, but raspy voice holding back all of his emotions. But I can see through him. I know he's struggling to move slow. But like I said, he's meticulous. He wants to turn this into something that will resonate with him just as much as it will resonate with me.

And that's something I'm starting to like about him, especially when it comes to moments like this.

"Which part?" I ask in return, my voice coming out soft and shaky despite how hard I try to keep everything together.

The condition of my words must give Sal the last bit of confidence he needs to do something more. The way I nervously put my words together, regardless of how short, tell him that my walls are down for now. And he's him. Of course he'll openly take that opportunity.

Sal's other hand, previously at his side, trails along my other side, skimming over my torso then up the length of my arm. Leaves a trail of fire the entire way. It takes him a frustratingly long time to tease me, just with his hands on such a seemingly uninteresting part of my body. It's aggravating how easily he's able to turn something innocent into something sinful.

His fingers finally run up the side of my neck until they brush along my jaw. I take a quick breath, all of the air in my body stolen at just small, fleeting touches. Fuck, I hate the way I like this so much.

I look up to where I assume his face would be, but I still see nothing. In a way, that makes things ten times more tense. I can't see him-- I can only feel him. Every other sense is heightened and I can feel him, smell him, hear him everywhere.

Sal's hand moves farther, his palm enveloping my ass and squeezing roughly. The feeling shocks me and excites me all at once. I stagger toward him, which is what he wanted, and gasp as I stop myself from knocking both of us over with a hand on his bare chest.

"There you go," he purrs quietly. So that was his game. To get me to touch him too. "And I'm talking about a very specific part. I need you to remember what it is." His voice is thickly coated in lust that he's given up on hiding from me. He's felt how I'm reacting to him. He doesn't have to keep anything at bay when I'm not either.

"Are you--" my voice fails and I clear my throat quietly, trying to will my fingers to stop trembling as I flatten my palm against his chest. It's crazy to think that I'm finally touching him after all this time, even crazier to feel his soft, cool skin beneath mine. "Are you talking about... you wanted me to wait until you were-- until we were--" I can't seem to spit it out. I don't have the confidence to actually say it.

"Speak, Vi," he says, voice dark with warning. "Remember what I told you about using words."

A shiver runs through my body and Sal grips onto my ass even tighter, only heightening my emotions and senses and my nerves. Fuck.

I choke over my own breath, trying to stop myself from having such obvious reactions to every little thing he does. But I can't fucking help it. He's too good. Too good at this.

I swallow thickly over my anxiety. I need this to happen more than my fear needs to control me. So even if it makes me cringe slightly, I whisper, "The part where you told me not to cum until you had me in your hands."

Sal's fluffy hair brushes along the top of my shoulders as he leans closer-- close enough for the tip of his prosthetic nose to tap against the nose of my mask. I hold my breath, eyes wide when his hand moves from my butt to the small of my back, his arm wrapping around me. "That's definitely an important part," he rasps, "but not what I'm talking about."

My heart skips a beat as a rush of air passes through my lips. I'm not sure if it's because I'm relieved or disappointed, but if he doesn't want to make me cum, then what the hell is he here for?

"I--" Damn me and my faltering brain. Why can't I just fucking speak? "I don't know what you're talking about." There we go. Even as I finally speak the words, I feel my heartbeat thrumming throughout my entire body, just under my skin. It's so evident that I'm afraid Sal's going to feel it, but that's impossible, I'm just letting fear get to me again.

His fingers press into the side of my neck a bit harder and he hums, the sound one of satisfaction and a lot of pride. I swallow again, blinking into the darkness.

"Your pulse is impressive," he whispers. "Makes me pretty pissed about taking so long to approach you when you're so open to me already."

Fuck, maybe it wasn't just fear. I failed to realize that his fingers were perfectly placed over my pulse. I tried to warn myself and I just didn't even listen. Welcome to a day in my life.

"Fuck off," I bite out shakily, cursing quietly upon realizing I still have no control over my trembling voice. "Just tell me what you're getting at," I say quietly, the words barely registering in the darkness around us.

Sal breathes deeply, almost like an obnoxious sigh while his fingers play with the edge of my shirt at my back. "Careful with what you say. I want you to speak, but not like that," he grunts, forehead pressing into mine.

I take a deep breath of my own, almost choking on the sudden influx of fresh air into my body after I'd hardly been getting any for a good couple minutes. "Then say it," I hiss. "You're so worried about me using my words, why don't you use yours too?"

"Because I'm in charge," his rough voice holds so much edge, so little patience, and never-ending anticipation as his hand that barely brushes along my neck moves quickly until his fingers are gripping my jaw, forcing my face closer to his.

Sals fingers dig into my cheeks as my lips skim along his prosthetic. We're so close now, and all the breath I'd just taken in is lost on me again. "Maybe I don't want to tell you," he rasps out, fingers squeezing a little tighter.

A shaky breath falls from my lips and suddenly I can't look anywhere near him s as my palms grow clammy and my knees begin to tremble. I'm so close to... I don't know what I'm close to doing, but I really want to do something. It's killing me to sit here with his hands on me this way and play the submissive bit.

"You were the one who told me to speak more," I whisper, glancing from where I think his eyes are to the rest of his prosthetic-- all of which are, unfortunately, invisible to me in the darkness. "The same should go for you."

He's quiet, fingers still gripping at my side and my jaw. But after a moment, his hold loosens and then he's trailing his fingertips across my chin. His touch is featherlight, tickling every inch of skin that he touches until he stops at the middle of my neck. And he pauses for a moment, makes me wait with bated breath and a pounding heart.

Then, the breath gets knocked out of me when he quickly and aggressively wraps his hand around my throat. Sal squeezes, causing a rush of air to push past my lips-- a last bit I didn't know I had. "This seem familiar?" he rasps.

I blink through the shock, listening as Sal grunts quietly, waiting for me to do or say something. I gulp as best as I can with his restricting hand on my neck.

His fingers flex around my skin and he takes a step closer, causing butterflies to form in my stomach. They invade my mind, clouding all rational sense that I once thought I had. The butterflies are dark and carry around all the sinful feelings I've tried so hard to ignore, to push aside.

But the truth is that no matter how hard I try to hide it, I'm attracted to Sally Face and it's probably time I do something about it. It's time to get him out of my system. Once will do.

With a raspy breath, I drag my hand farther up his bare chest and all the way to his shoulder to wrap it around the back of his neck.

My heart pounds relentlessly against my ribcage, fighting to try and tell Sal to have his way with me itself. It's sickening, really, how far I've fallen into the depths of this ridiculous attraction toward him. And now I'm trying not to wrap myself around him. Trying to calm my racing heart. Trying to stop my quaking hands. Trying to prevent my legs from giving out.

With the last bit of confidence I have at the moment, I use my hand to bring Sal's face to mine. His prosthetic forehead meets my mask with a little clack that echoes around the small bathroom. He huffs out a laugh in response and it takes everything in me not to slap him fucking silly. "Yes," I try to say against his tight grip.

It's one word. One syllable. But it's all it takes. All it takes for just one of us to snap. And the snap is beautiful.

Sal takes a deep breath, like he's either preparing himself or trying to calm down. Either way, something in him loses whatever fight he was in the middle of. He wraps one arm around my back, tightens his hold on my neck, and walks me backward until I'm roughly smashed against the wall.

He loosens his grip just a bit so I can catch the breath that fell from me upon hitting the wall, but then he's using the hand he had around my back to trail it down the outside of my thigh. His fingers are cool against my sensitive skin as he grabs onto my knee and lifts it, wrapping my leg around his hips.

Neither of us make a sound. My heart continues to yell for Sal to do more. I'm starting to think he may hear my internal pleas because he answers them each and every time.

With my leg securely placed around him, he wraps his arm around my waist again. Then, he slides his hand past the waistband of my short and into my underwear until he's gripping onto my bare ass.

My mouth drops open and I shut my eyes. No words pass between us for a minute as he massages my butt, getting a good grip on it to yank me closer to him.

And then our hips meet. His sweatpants do absolutely nothing to hide his hard cock as it slams against my clothed pussy, creating such delicious friction that I nearly cry out at the feeling. And he knows.

His hand falls from my throat and is soon replaced by his prosthetic face, his nose running along the length of my neck. Just knowing he's so close, alongside the rough surface of his prosthetic leaving a trail of goosebumps on each inch of skin he touches, makes me push myself closer to him.

He hums, satisfied when I bring my other hand to the side of his throat. I can't see his tattoo, but I can imagine it there. Covering the warm side of his neck, just below my fingertips.

"Listen to me," he says against my neck, bringing his face up so that his nose is brushing mine again. His voice is shaky, deep, raspy. Dangerous. "I'm going to show you how to use your words. Okay?"

I nod softly against him, breathing deeply. "Okay," I whisper back, my voice betraying whatever front I was hoping to keep up. It almost sounds like a whine.

He nods back, running a veiny hand through my hair. He starts at my forehead, dragging his fingers through the tendrils until he hits the base of my neck, cupping it and tilting my head up a bit more. "Good."

"Here's what I'm going to do to you," he starts off, breathing deeply. He tilts his head and the only reason I can tell is because his nose is at an angle now, still brushing mine. And then his prosthetic lips gently touch mine again. "I'm going to slide my hand into the front of your shorts, under your panties, and I'm going to fuck you with my fingers." His voice is ragged and his hand squeezes my ass tighter. Meanwhile, my own breath catches in my throat and the panties he was just talking about grow wet. No way is he able to say shit like that and not feel nervous about it... but at the same time, his words definitively broke the last bit of that awkward barrier between us.

"And all you have to do," he continues, pulling his hand away from my butt and out of my shorts, bringing it up and between us. His tone is casual and a bit sprightly-- desire swirling around underneath, hardly hidden at all. "is take it like a good girl. That sound good?" Then his index finger boops the tip of my nose.

I'm so sure my stomach has dropped out of my ass and I'm thrust onto the cusp of cumming just because of his dirty words. It happens so quickly that I'm holding him tighter and mentally cursing myself when a low, quiet groan escapes my throat.

Sal chuckles in response. But it almost sounds like a childish, excited, dark little giggle. "Eager, are we?" he asks, using the same hand he booped my nose with to grab my chin, bringing me just a tad closer to him. "You need to tell me if that plan is okay. If you don't say anything, we'll sit here like this all night. Consent is key."

I couldn't speak right now even if I wanted to. There's no oxygen left in me. I lost it all when he told me this plan he formulated in the depths of his salacious mind. But I want him to implement that plan too. And it won't happen if I just continue to sit here, breathless with my leg around his hips and his hand buried in my hair.

"I can hold out, Vi," he decides to say, voice biting in a way that's meant to push me along. "But can you?"

No. I absolutely fucking can't. My pussy is aching and he hasn't even touched it yet. My underwear is uncomfortably wet and my legs are quaking like a leaf-- I'm sure he can feel it.

So I take a breath and prepare myself for the hell that is to come. "Sounds like a plan," I force out quietly, trying to keep the background mewl to minimum. I'm not a fucking cat and this guy isn't going to make me purr for him... though, he does have potential.

"It better," he replies to me, voice suddenly much deeper and dangerous compared to the last thing he said to me. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through my veins and suddenly, I think my expectations of this aren't set too high. If anything, my expectations aren't high enough. All this time, I assumed he'd never actually be able to do as well as I was hoping he would, but I'm starting to see that he may be better than I could ever comprehend.

Sal is desperate as he slides the hand on my chin down my body. Between my breasts, over my stomach, and all the way to the top of my shorts. He waits there, seeing what I'll do. But I'm breathless, shivering from his light touch and about to kick off my shorts myself because of how ridiculous soaked my underwear is.

A man can be good in bed, but a man who's good with words is ten times better. The two together? I didn't know it was possible. But I'm pretty sure this combination could cure the world of depression.

I hold my breath, pushing my hips a bit closer to him when he drags his fingertips along the waistband of my shorts. I can feel my heart pounding in every inch of my body and it's starting to make me feel insane. All I can hear is my rapid, pitiful heart waiting for something that... honestly, something that he's probably teasing me about. I doubt he'll actually do anything. He probably just wants to humiliate me, use this as leverage. Tell everyone that I tried to fuck him and he had to reject me.

This fear works through me quickly-- so quickly that the lust I was just feeling freezes and gets replaced with embarrassment. I'm about to pull my leg away from him and push him back, get him away from me. But he must sense something because he finally pushes his cold hand into my shorts and immediately under my panties, slowly inching closer to my swollen, aching clit that's skipped the anxiety and gone straight to wanting.

Where I was just about to get him away from me, I arch my back off the wall instead, hoping and wishing his hand would travel faster and relieve me of the ache slowly building in my abdomen. He's the only one who can do it now-- I wouldn't be able to finish myself off after this scene.

And as always, regarding tonight at least, he listens in on my thoughts. His cold fingers gently brush over my needy clit. It's a light touch full of meaning and unspoken promises. That alone has me tipping over the edge that I had to ignore the past few nights after Sal told me to wait for him over our phone call.

I swallow down a moan that so desperately wants to escape and hold onto him a little tighter, using my free hand to reach over his shoulder and grab onto his back.

He hums lustfully, rubbing his nose against the cheek of my mask. He's so close. I can smell the musky scent of his cologne and shampoo, the fresh rain-like scent of his body wash. I can feel his hair tickling my neck and shoulders. I can feel his heart slam against his chest-- and that's when I realize that maybe the quick pace of my heart isn't the only heartbeat I've been feeling this entire time. His embrace is all-consuming; makes my head spin.

"You're being so good and quiet," he whispers to me. "Keep doing that." He applies more pressure to my clit with his index and middle finger, moving them in a slow circular motion that drives me up the damn wall. "Such an obedient slut."

I'm about to pass out.

It turns out he's smart. Before he puts anymore focus on my clit, he moves his hand down and slides his fingers against my wet folds, breathing deeply upon feeling me. "Fuck, you're soaked," he acknowledges, voice shaking with what I would assume is barely held back consideration for what I want. But I really don't care-- I'll take whatever he'll give me. And right now, I'm desperate to feel his fingers sink inside me. And for some ridiculous reason he doesn't do it, just teases my folds and soaks up whatever little bit of my juices that he can.

He presses me farther into the wall, a groan following his movements. I think he's as desperate as I am now.

He finally does something more with his hand again, bringing it back up. Just as his now wet fingers touch my clit, a startlingly loud knock sounds on the door.

The spell that had captured us ruptures as Sal practically jumps out of his skin, fingers digging into the base of my neck as his other hand disappears from my shorts.

I swear my heart stops for a moment upon hearing who knocked on the door.

"Sally, is that you, man?" Larry's sleepy but frantic voice says from the other side of the door. I hold my breath, and Sal holds me. "I need to piss so bad that I swear my uterus is about to burst."

I can hear Sal audibly gulp and that's how I know that the situation is bad.

At any other time, I'd be cackling over Larry's claim. But right now, I'm horrified because Sal and I are about to get caught in the bathroom together.

Suddenly, I'm yanked away from the wall and pulled in another direction. I almost stumble over Sal's quick pace, but follow him anyway. But when my calves hit the edge of the bathtub and a gentle shove on my shoulder makes me lean back, I grab onto his wrist because no. Fucking. Way.

"Sal," I hiss quietly. "Are you insane? I'm not hiding in the fucking bathtub!"

"Just shut up, it's only for maybe three minutes, okay?" he whispers back, agitation tinging his voice-- as per usual.

"No! This is even more incriminating than you and I doing the walk of shame out of this damn bathroom together," I reply to him, squeezing his wrist tighter.

Sal makes an aggravated sound then grabs onto the back of my knees. He forces them to bend, holding me up with his weight as I fall back toward the bathtub. I want to scream. No way is this about to happen-- no way did he literally just force me into this tub.

My ass hits the bottom of the tub with a little thump that automatically makes Larry start banging on the door.

I look up to where I imagine Sal is, leaning over me as I curl up onto the ceramic floor. "Wait," he says. "Don't say a word. All you have to do is exactly what I told you, 'kay? Take it like a good girl. Sit there and be quiet. Don't even breathe if you think it'll be too loud."

He pulls his arms away from me and I feel like I'm going to vomit. "I'll reward you for this." I don't want a damn reward. I want to disappear. But before I can object, his fingers gently grip onto my chin. I'm shocked by the his soft touch, especially by his next quiet words that send a wave of heat through my body. "Don't worry, little lamb. I won't lead you to the slaughter," he adds that sweet promise of guiding me correctly, but I've never trusted him before. Why should I put my faith in him now just because he used that oddly adorable pet name?

But the curtain is slowly being closed and I find myself doing as he said-- curling up on my side and holding my stupid fucking breath. It's the only option I have left. Fuck, this is humiliating.

I hear his soft footsteps grow quiet, and then the door opens. My heart races and my entire body tenses up.

"Lar," Sal's raspy voice starts, tinged with equal amounts of amusement and frustration. "You'd be shitting out babies left and right if you had a uterus."

The light flicks on and my eyes widen. Oh, fuck.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Larry retorts, not even bothering to close the door as he moves closer to the toilet and, consequently, closer to me. My eyes are about to pop out of my damn head. "You don't know that."

"Actually, I do. You fuck so often that you'd have to have been pregnant a couple times by now," Sal immediately responds. I can just imagine him leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Larry.

And the Larry in question has pulled his dick out at this point because I'm suddenly able to hear a relieved groan. And then he's pissing. Larry fucking Johnson is peeing right next to me and his best friend was just about to finger fuck me. What the hell kind of situation is this?

"Yea well, maybe I'm immune to children then. I don't know," Larry mumbles. I'm trying so hard to keep it together right now. I don't know if I want to cry or laugh, but neither of them are a good idea.

"You better hope you are," Sal says in response. "I don't need more of you running around here. Not to mention, those children would have to be pushed out of your dick so... not sure you'd want that." His tone screams disgust and pain and just thinking about it makes me shiver a bit too. Sounds painful. But other people go through childbirth all the damn time too. It's a painful thing all around, I'd bet.

I hear Larry hiss as he flushes the toilet then turns on the water in the faucet, washing his hands. "Yea, I think you're right then," he says, pretending to gag over the thought. "I definitely don't have a uterus. I can't imagine birthing a kid from my dick."

"Other people do it all the time. Respect the birth," Sal says nonchalantly. "Now get out. I need to take a shower."

"What?" Larry asks, clearly confused. "You took a shower earlier. Oh-- wait," his tone changes into something more playful, knowing. And then, his voice goes quieter "Did you have another wet dream about Vi?"

I bite down onto my bottom lip to contain my betraying throat that suddenly wants to choke on that little bit of information.

Nah, no way. Larry's just fucking with him.

I hear a smack and then a giggle and "Ouch!" that sounds a lot like Larry. And then Sal grinds out, "Shut the fuck up. I've never had a wet dream before in my life, especially not about Vi."

"Ah, you're so in denial!" Larry laughs viciously. "You can't hide it now. You literally begrudgingly admitted it to me two days ago. You dreamt that you and Vi fucked. I'd call that a wet dream, man."

"You're fucking delusional, Larry," Sal grunts out ferociously. Oh, he's so pissed. And I'm about to piss myself in this tub. I'm so going to give him shit for this later.

"Um, I'm not delulu, dude," Larry says matter-of-factly. "That term is reserved for you. So, come on. Admit it."

"I'm going to punch you, dude," Sal says, and he's concerningly calm. Which, if anything, should be a warning sign for Larry.

But Larry doesn't heed that warning. He only continues. "Admit it or I won't leave," he says, giggling all the while.

I flinch upon hearing a loud thud followed by the bathroom door slamming against the wall. Larry starts throwing out whispered profanities. "Fuck, sorry!" he says, still managing to laugh. Did Sal actually punch him?

"I told you I'd do it," Sal says nonchalantly.

These two are going to be the reason I get caught. They need to end this shit before I actually start laughing.

"I'm not even worried about the punch. You've got a mean ass right hook. I bet you fuck bitches good with that hand," Larry says suggestively.

Sal scoffs, likely in disgust at Larry's words-- but I'm tuning in because hopefully he does fuck bitches good with that hand, especially since I'm currently considered one of the bitches in question.

"So I've been told," Sal says snarkily. "Now get out. Please."

Larry barks out a laugh that could very possibly wake everyone up. "Test that theory out on Vi."

"Okay, Larry. Seriously, fuck off." Sal's growing agitated again and he throws every bit of it into his voice.

"Fine, man. Fine," Larry says cooly, his voice moving farther away from me. "Respect the birth." Another cackle, and then the door slowly shuts.

I wait silently, too afraid to move. One sound might send Larry right back over here.

But Sal moves, and this time the light stays on.

He throws the shower curtain open and looks down at me with his stupidly pretty blue eyes. Right now, they hold a ton of agitation, but some very surface-level lust, too. I can see it so well.

He watches me as I move into a sitting position, both of us just staring at each other. I don't want this to be awkward. He's literally already had his hand on my pussy-- that's more than enough. I'm perfectly fine with calling it a night and heading back to bed.

Sal, on the other hand, has other ideas. He looks over at the shower curtain, grabs it, then hops into the bathtub with me, crouching down in front of me. He closes the curtain again, then looks to me.

It's so frustratingly nice to see him with the lights on now. Even though it's cramped with both of us in the tub together, he looks so pretty. Messy cerulean hair brushing his shoulders, azure eyes alight with curiosity and barely veiled desire. Pale, toned tummy on full display for me. His tattoos darkened by the obscurity of the curtain. While his dagger tattoo is hidden, I can see the other beautiful tattoos on both his arms.

My breath catches in my throat. Sal is nowhere near Larry's level, but he has some muscle on him. I've always assumed that his biceps came from playing guitar so much, but abs are a different story. And he definitely has those.

And that shirtless photo of him that Larry sent me a while back? The one where I could see part of a tattoo peeking out from the top of his pants? Oh yea, I can see it again and I'm about to start foaming at the mouth. Somehow, I knew deep in my soul that getting to see him during this entire ordeal we've created would make everything feel so much better.

And my claim still stands as Sal bends his head forward a bit, making a shadow cross his face. It darkens his pretty blue eyes and fills me with exhilaration.

"I'm not done with you," he says darkly, eyes raking over me. He leaves a trail of heat on every inch of skin that his eyes observe and I find my self scooting backward toward the other end of the bathtub. But, I still nod my head at him, watching his eyes narrow upon noticing my nonverbal response.

My brain is on overdrive as Sal follows me, crawling my way until he's hovering over me. Both of his hands are resting on the floor beside my bare thighs. He keeps his gaze on mine, watching me like a hawk. I feel like I can't breathe. Everything is so tense but... I like it.

"You don't have to speak," he says, tilting his head to the side. "I'll let it go for now. That's your reward."

That makes me furrow my brows even if he can't see it. "That's the reward?" I ask softly, still more than nervous with him leaning over me like this, knowing he had his hand in my shorts just a minute or two ago. "I expected something better," I add, sucking in a quick breath.

His eyes slowly squint, like he's smiling beneath that prosthetic. "Yea?" he says seductively, trailing his eyes over me yet again. "I don't think I need to say this, but you shouldn't expect shit from me. Ever." His eyes meet mine again and my heart stutters over the heat in his gaze. "But I'll humor you for once. Only once," he warns. "So, let's see if I can do better that."

He leans back a bit to distribute his weight, pulls my knees apart, then grabs onto my hips, yanking me toward him suddenly. I gasp quietly when my hips collide with his, creating that same friction between my pussy and his hardened cock just like earlier.

A little mewl echoes off the ceramic around us and Sal closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and seems to relish in the sound. He groans then looks down at me again, devilish intentions swimming around in his sapphire eyes.

My underwear never dried in the first place, but that sudden heat is back. I don't want to run away like I previously did. I'd much rather sit here and see what he has to offer.

I shimmy my hips a bit, rubbing over the bulge in his sweats. Sal groans again, gripping my hips tighter.

"Enough of that," he rasps huskily. "I'm not fucking you in this small ass tub."

I roll my eyes as if to say whatever, but he doesn't comment on it. Only narrows his eyes before letting go of my sides to lean over me again.

He puts one hand down beside my hips then uses the other to tap on my waist. "Take them off," he says quietly.

I gulp down my nerves. I don't have to be nervous. He probably won't even look down to see what he's doing, and even if he does, he'll literally be touching me so it doesn't matter.

With a quick breath, I lean down a bit and grab onto my shorts. I push them down as far as I can, then kick them off the rest of the way.

Sal nods once I'm finished and then that free hand of his brushes over my stomach, pushing my shirt up. His fingertips drag over my bare skin, and then he travels lower to meet the top of my underwear. My breath catches in my throat again, and even more so when he pauses. He gives me a sideways look that makes me cock an eyebrow in response.

"I meant these too," he says, hooking a finger into my really pretty and really expensive black lace underwear. And to my utter horror, he twirls his finger into the fabric, bunches it up in his hand, and then with a little grunt of effort, effectively rips it apart.

I'm gaping now. Lace isn't hard to tear, but I didn't fucking want him to rip my underwear off of me.

But the little smile in his eyes says that he wants to make me mad, and somehow, he just knew that my lace panties were the perfect way to get the reaction he wanted.

He pulls the broken fabric out from under me and I can't help but brood a bit as he does so.

It all falls away as he cups my pussy in his now warm hand though. It was cold earlier, but after fighting with my underwear, it's warmed up a bit and the feeling makes heat rush through my body in response.

I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering pathetically beneath him. Sal breathes deeply, a satisfied little hum leaving him just like it did earlier.

He moves his hand, dragging two digits between my folds to wet his fingertips, and then he's rubbing slow circles on my clit.

Every circle he draws against my bundle of nerves is thought-out, methodical, and borderline painful. It's just the same movement over and over again, but it feels amazing. I can't help but wonder how much he's practiced to be able to get me with the simplest form of pleasure, but I don't care. He's touching me and it feels better than I ever could have imagined. That's what matters.

I let out a shaky breath, finally opening my eyes to see him nearly glaring at me. It's not something out of anger, more so intense focus. And he's watching me so closely, mapping out the way my lips part. Glancing to my chest as I take a deep, shaky breath.

"That feels good?" he says softly but darkly, blinking up at me.

I nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. He applies more pressure to my clit, nodding back at me as his slow circles pick up speed.

I shiver beneath him, gulping down sounds that so desperately want to be out in the open air.

"Do what you want," Sal says, seeing my obvious struggle. "As long as you're quiet, I don't care. Whore out all you want, I certainly won't stop you."

I keep my eyes on him, contemplating his words. I'm not sure that's a great idea. Larry could still be up. Ash could wake up. Todd could come out to look for food. It's too dangerous.

But Sal doesn't seem to like my reluctance. He uses his knees to spread my thighs, giving him more space to move his fingers quicker and to keep me pinned beneath him.

I sigh, leaning my head back against the back of the tub. Pleasure is rolling through me in waves. All the frustrating, desirous pain I felt earlier is slowly building up into what I'm sure is going to be an amazing orgasm.

I buck my hips up to force his hand to put more pressure on my sensitive pussy. Sal answers by leaning back a bit and using his free hand to push my hips back down to the floor. I open my eyes again, my breathing growing quicker the longer he teases my clit.

A lustful moan finally breaches the seal of my lips and that seems to sate Sal quite a bit. He finally answers my unspoken request, pressing into my clit harder and rubbing faster. I can't help but arch my back, nearly writhing beneath him.

Despite the initial fear I felt about being bare beneath him, I glance down at the space between us, noting the way his fingers work me so prettily-- chipped black nail polish, bracelets, and all. But, no rings.

I note that little observation in my head, my panting breaths catching in my throat when I realize he has all the opportunity in the world to make me cum like he originally promised.

The sight and the new knowledge makes me gulp and I look up again, trailing my eyes over his torso, over his tattooed arms, up his neck, and back to his prosthetic face. He watches me ogle him, taking me in as well.

But just this focus on one part of me isn't enough anymore. I'm in the clear for more and I know that now. So without breaking eye contact, I murmur, "More."

Sal breathes deeply, using his free hand to gently brush over my boobs. It's a gentle touch, but without a bra on, I feel so much especially when his fingers rub over my hardened nipple.

And then, I'm mewling like the kitten I swore I wasn't earlier. I can't help it and he knows that well enough.

Sal holds me still as I twitch and shake beneath him, calming me with a soothing, "Shh. You're okay. Stay still for me."

I try to follow his command, attempting to stop the way my thighs instinctively clamp around his legs. He doesn't seem to mind that bit all that much. But he keeps that free hand on the inside of my thigh, pressing it down and leaving me shaking.

Finally, his fingers move from my clit back down to my folds. But instead of sinking into my pussy, he teases me yet again, simply rubbing his soaked fingers up and down while watching my facial reactions.

"Do you want my fingers?" he asks, voice raspy and serious. So different compared to the usual icy tone he uses with me.

"I want your dick," I answer breathlessly, moaning out softly when his fingers dip just a bit into my dripping cunt. "But yes. Your fingers will suffice."

Sal laughs, finally obliging me by plunging two fingers into my sopping pussy. I cry out, wincing at the sound just as he slaps a hand over my mouth.

"Be good," he says gruffly, breath heavy as he glares into my eyes. He pulls his fingers out then shoves them back in, making my eyes squeeze shut. "And yea, they'll suffice," he continues, carefully pulling his hand away from my mouth as he curls his two fingers within me. A whimper fights past my lips at the sweet, carnal feeling he gives me. And then he whispers, "For now."

My eyes fly open and I stare at him in shock. For now? So, this isn't the end?

He seems to see the words dancing in my head, so Sal squints his eyes at me and starts relentlessly pounding his fingers into my pussy to shut me up. My head flies back, nearly slamming into the back of the tub. My lips part and the sound I'm about to make is going to be awfully loud, but Sal probably predicts that too.

He shoves two fingers into my mouth, pushing them back as far as my throat allows.

I moan against his fingers, quaking as his brutal pace never lets up. He continuously thrusts his digits into me quickly, pausing only to curl his fingers. Which only elicits more muffled and unintelligible pleas from me.

I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore-- for him to finish me off or to make this last even longer.

He pushes his fingers deeper into me even though he's reached the top of his hand and can't possibly go any farther. Doesn't stop him from trying though. He grunts, slamming his fingers deeper and harder. Curling his digits, using his thumb to rub quick circles onto my clit. Doing all he can to push me over the edge.

I suck on the fingers he shoved into my mouth, grabbing onto his wrist to keep him there.

Sal's breath hitches in his throat and he seems to choke for a second, but then he gathers his wits and continues to fuck me good just like he promised. His fingers curl again, hitting a spot that I didn't know existed before. I cry out, squeezing his wrist in my hand and grabbing onto his shoulder with my other hand. Fuck, that felt good. I could cry.

Sal repositions his legs between mine, bending a bit lower as he slams his digits into me, hitting that beautifully delicious spot again. "There?" he rasps out breathlessly upon hearing my dirty groan. I nod my head vigorously, silently begging him to stay right where he is.

I watch him with tears in my eyes and note the second his eyes widen a bit, never-ending focus and dedication dancing in his cerulean gaze. "Got it," he says darkly, "Give me thirty seconds."

Just as quickly as he says this, Sal pulls his fingers out of my mouth and wraps them around my neck instead, squeezing tightly. My quiet mewl is broken up from the lack of air, but I don't fight him. I hold on tighter and let him do his work because he hasn't led me astray at all. I trust his thirty second claim.

Sal pulls his fingers nearly all the way out of my pussy and I open my eyes, groaning at the loss of his digits that filled me up. But then he's pushing three fingers into me. They squeeze against my restricting pussy, but he still manages to hit that same spot that made my vision blur after about two seconds.

My mouth falls open and my chest rises and falls quickly with my panting breaths. I close my eyes, tilt my head up to the ceiling, and let the shivers and quakes take over my body as Sal's fingers pound into my sopping cunt with no hesitance. His movements are so fast, so deep, so filling that it's just enough to push me over the edge within the allotted time that he promised.

My orgasm hits me like a brick wall, making the building ache fall away and leave only the most mouthwatering debauchery I've ever experienced in my life. My ears ring, I lose all feeling in my limbs, my vision blurs again, and so many unintelligible words tumble out of my mouth. Words that he nor I can hear or comprehend because of the hand restricting my airways.

I cum all over his fingers and he rides me through every second of it. He slows his pace and his hand loosens around my neck, letting me breathe a bit easier.

I huff over the pounding in my chest, letting my body go limp against the bathtub floor.

I breathe heavily, still panting like I just ran a marathon when Sal slowly pulls his hand out of my soaked, worn-out cunt. But he keeps his hand languidly wrapped around my throat, praising me with a light squeeze followed by a purred, "Good girl."

After a moment of catching my breath after that ridiculously mind-blowing orgasm, I open my eyes to see Sal hovering over me with a refreshed look in his eyes.

Neither of us say a word. And I'm more than satisfied. I got far more than I expected from him and that's both awesome and a problem. Because I definitely don't want this to be the last time we do this. It was too fucking good.

I take a breath, watching Sal fully sit up from the corner of my eyes. He wrings his hand, tilting his head as he look down at it. "I did a fucking number on you, didn't I?" he proudly states, blue eyes glancing up at me. "I never took you for a dirty whore. But you're a good one."

His words make my cheeks turn a dark shade of pink while my heart slams into my ribs. Anyone else would think he's insulted me, but I know he doesn't mean it that way. If anything, this is more praise. This is common knowledge to me after finding out that he has a degrading kink. Shit, I guess I have one too, then.

I decide to sit up, face-to-face with him. My mask's nose brushing against his prosthetic nose. And I look him dead in the eye, watching and waiting for his reaction as I trail a hand up his leg, over his thigh.

I hear his sharp intake of breath and he leans away from me, getting into a position similar to the one I was just in moments ago. So now I hover over him, meaningfully passing my hand over the impressive bulge in his sweats. That's a nice size.

His eyes flutter shut and a wave of heat hits me again. He's really going to let me do this and I'm all in for it.

I grab the waistband of his sweatpants and work them over his hips and down his thighs. He does much like I did earlier, kicks them off and on top of my shorts. Sal groans when there's less restriction against his hard cock, his sweatpants quickly replaced by my hand as I palm him through his boxers.

Sal hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I should rip these off of you too," I say softly, sweetly. His eyes snap open again and he glares down at me, though that glare is clouded by the lust swimming around in those pretty eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare," he huskily replies, squirming a bit when I squeeze his dick.

"And why shouldn't I?" I ask him, tilting my head inquisitively. "Give me one good reason."

He grunts disapprovingly, glare turning into something more ferocious. "Do it and I won't let you touch me at all."

I shrug. "That's not too bad. After all, you honored your promise. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have to return the favor at all." I say this all while rubbing his dick, watching excitedly as he twitches with each stroke of my hand.

"So what, is this a pity job?" he says between breaths, gasping lightly.

"No," I answer him, squeezing his cock again. "This is me giving in."

His glare morphs, turning into a lustful gaze. He just stares at me, gulping. His hair falls behind him, giving me a perfect view of his dagger tattoo. I can't help but reach my free hand up to trace it, still keeping my hand over his dick that flexes here and there.

Suddenly, it's clear he's had enough of my teasing. He clamps both hands onto my hips, fingers still slick from my liquids. He growls out dangerously, "Come here." Then, he's yanking me toward him. I stumble over his spread legs and clamber on top of his cock-- and he stops me there. I'm tethered onto him, his biceps flexing as I try to move off of him, but he doesn't let me.

"Really?" I say shakily. "You can't let me have your dick? You said 'for now' earlier." I'm not sure where the words or the confidence is coming from, but it's here.

Sal scoffs, shuddering despite his conflicting emotions. "Who says you can't have it?" he grumbles. "Stop being a fucking brat."

"Don't tell me to stop the impossible," I tell him, placing a hand onto his chest to stabilize myself. Don't get this confused, I'm losing my shit on the inside. I didn't expect to be sitting on my arch nemesis's dick with just a thin piece of fabric between us tonight.

"You're gonna be like that? Really? You just came all over me. Be grateful and fucking behave for once," he says, gasping as I move my hips to try and get off of him again.

Our gazes connect when I realize what I've done. And that gives Sal the opportunity to do exactly what he had in mind when he pulled me on top of him.

He squeezes my sides and shimmies his body a little lower. Then, he uses his grip on me to grind my hips down on top of him.

It's a nice feeling, the friction against his swollen cock and my still needy clit. We both groan quietly, the combined sounds so dirty that they become pretty. And I guess that's the way all sexual things work.

I grab onto his shoulders and grind down onto his dick again, biting my bottom lip. Sal groans at the feeling, fingers digging into my hips. I don't mind this at all. In fact, I've decided that I won't be moving. But that doesn't mean I'm about to let go of what he just said.

"You're the one who should be grateful," I whimper, sucking in a breath through my teeth as I push myself onto him again. "I doubt you get cummed on every day, huh? I've behaved long enough tonight. That ship has sailed," I bite out, wrapping a strand of his hair around my index finger as I rut against him.

Sal guides my hips, pushing me to move faster against his throbbing cock. I mewl in response, digging my fingernails into his pale skin.

"That's not a good excuse," he says, his voice grated as he forces the words out through his undoubtedly clenched teeth. "You don't have to be a bitch all the fucking time. Give me a break."

"Never," I tell him immediately, grinding even faster against him as I feel myself working up to another orgasm. It's quick, seeing as I'm still sensitive from the orgasm I had just seconds.

A mind-boggling, erotic, and downright lewd moan leaves Sal's mouth when I thrust particularly hard against him. He sucks in a quick breath and throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling as ragged breaths make his body shake.

I repeat the motion, rubbing myself harshly against him just to hear him make that sound again. It was so unexpected but so welcomed. I felt it in my soul, felt it in my stomach. It was everywhere.

But when I do it a third time, Sal pauses our movements with a hand on my hips. "Vi, stop," he hisses. "We can't be loud. And if you keep doing that, that's what we're both going to be."

I look at him like he's stupid, though I'm reeling on the inside over his admittance of being pretty vocal. That'll be good info to utilize in the future. "How do you expect to cum if I can't make you feel good?" I ask him dumbly, shoving his hands off of me so I can grind my hips into his yet again.

He doesn't seem to like my blatant ignorance of what he just told me. He sits up, looking me dead in the eye with a nasty glare. I guess he expects himself to be intimidating enough to make me stop, but if that's the case, he's got another thing coming.

Even in this position, I slide a bit between his legs and rut myself against him again. Sal's glaring eyes quickly widen in surprise and he watches me for a moment, just lets me pleasure myself against him.

I guess he decides on the fuck-it option eventually because he soon joins me, meeting each little thrust I put out.

He groans out again, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders, holding me close against him. His head drops onto my shoulder as he pushes his hips up to meet mine, his cock brushing my clit so perfectly.

"So good," he whimpers breathlessly, holding me tight against him. I release a shaky sigh chewing on my bottom lip as I throw an arm around his neck, burying my hands in his soft azure hair. "Fucking slut."

My eyes squeeze shut and we're both feeling fucking amazing for the time being. He's decided to ignore me, which means I win, especially if that degrading pet name is anything to go by. And I'm going to cum for a second time. This is damn wonderful.

"I'm close," Sal warns, a whimper falling past his lips as he grips onto me tighter. Holy hell, it didn't take him too long. That's so flattering. "Say something," he breathes.

Say something? What does he want me to say? Does he want permission to cum or something? That's nothing like him. Doesn't feel right.

But then I think back to that phone call we had, when he told me to tell him how much I hated him.

I gulp, scratching a hand up his back. "You're such an asshole," I whine, burying my face into his hair. "You make me feel so dirty, disgusting. And what's even worse about it-- what's worse about you-- is that I fucking crave it."

He groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. I yelp quietly, opening my eyes as he takes control, thrusting his hips against me. The yelp quickly turns into a dirty moan that makes him grip me even tighter.

"Going to cum for me again?" he says between quick breaths and erotic grunts. "What a good bitch."

A shuddering breath falls from my lips as addictive pleasure works its way through me again. I want to tell him to shut up, but I really fucking enjoy when he says things like this. It's so damn nice, makes everything else we're both feeling ten times better.

"Please," I rasp out. "Faster."

Sal obliges, running his prosthetic nose down the length of my neck as we grind harder and faster against each other, the head of his cock rubbing my clit in all the right ways.

And suddenly, I'm thrown into my second orgasm of the night and fighting to stay sitting upright. What helps is Sal's strong grip around me. He lets out a primal grunt of his own before shuddering and moaning deeply, and the warmth that grows beneath me makes my own orgasm last even longer.

When it's all said and done, Sal and I are a mess of bodily fluids and heavy breathing, wrapped up in each other like it's natural.

But as we come down from our highs, the problem with this situation is that this isn't a natural thing for us. What's natural is anger, contempt, frustration. Hate.

So when I've finally caught my breath, I look into Sal's tired, glazed eyes. He looks back at me, no emotions visible as far as I can tell.

"I want a new pair of underwear," I whisper, watching and waiting for what happens next.

Sal takes a deep breath, eyes glancing over my face for a second before he lets the arm around my shoulders fall away. But his arm around my waist doesn't fall, only loosens. Then he shrugs. "Sucks to suck."

Well, it wasn't too hard to put us back right where we were all day. "Oh, you're such a dick," I huff out angrily.

"And you just rode mine," he says proudly, tapping his fingers against my side and tilting his head.

"Not by technicality," I inform him, rolling my eyes as I clamber off of him. I quickly turn around as I fetch my shorts off the tub floor behind me. I'd rather him see my ass over my still throbbing cunt. For fuck's sake. I can't believe I did this.

I step into my shorts and pull them up to my hips then grab the remnants of my lace panties and frown at them.

I turn back to Sal who's still sitting up, looking down at his boxers that are covered in his and my cum. "And what do you expect me to do about this?" He scoffs. "I'm a mess."

"Don't ask me," I tell him, opening the shower curtain and stepping onto the tiled bathroom floor. Sal looks up at me with glaring eyes. I smile slyly at him. "Sucks to suck."

He rolls his eyes and stands up, grimacing at the sheer amount of fluids on his underwear. I bet that's starting to get cold. "Don't be a bitch about it," Sal bites out.

I pinch my lips together and cross my arms over my chest. "I'm not being a bitch," I say. "I'm just... returning the favor."

Sal's head snaps up, that aggravation back in his eyes. That's what I'm used to.

"Get the fuck out," he says darkly. But this time, it's not in a sensual way. It's a warning.

So I turn my back to him and head toward the door, forcing my mind to go numb. This was our moment and that's it. It's smarter to keep this as a one time thing even if I'll still crave him for a while.

I twist the door numb. "Gladly."

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A/N::::: i did my best to edit in like the keep reading thing so i don't blind everyone with smut LMAO so we'll see if it works :3

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEH

now i literally don't know where the story is going. this is a rollercoaster, you guys are just the unlucky bunch stuck on the ride with me.

i hope you all enjoyed :3 trust the process! all my love <333

#sal fisher #sally face #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps #enemies to lovers #sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #fanfic #smut

[obae-me]

I randomly thought of this but now I can't get rid of it and I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE (and who better than youuuu who actually takes the time to read the long ass stuff I send <3) . The sassiest Mc who is sweet as sugar but also cold as ice spitting straight facts if her buttons are pushed. Like it would be soooo satisfying to shut the brothers up and put em in their place >.<

Mammon: Oi stupid huma-

Mc: Me? Stupid? Oh really now- That's rich coming from someone who would still be hanging from the ceiling if I hadn't come and saved their ass.

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Diavolo: We can't thank you enough mc for making the exchange program such a success an-

Mc: Honestly I couldn't care less, I didn't even consent to any to this? You just plopped me here with 7 demons who have issues even therapy can't solve... if it wasn't for the free rent I would have ran away long ago.

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Lucifer: You have to obey the rules I have set-

Mc: Why?

Lucifer: Because this is my house and what I say is fina-

Mc: No but literally why :/ You are not my dad also if I want to, I can easily ask diavolo to let me stay somewhere else.

Lucifer: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SPEAKING LIKE THAT FOR A HUMAN I CAN EASILY KILL-

Mc: Sure go ahead , not like you haven't tried that before. Also, for someone who wants diavolo's plan to succeed you sure are doing a bad job at it.

Like plsss PLSSSS I just want the mc to DESTROY them ;like not in the roasting them kinda way but just like saying the plain truth so bluntly that you can't really argue against that logic.

I just want them to set the record straight like- I was brought here without my choice and any warning. Threatened and STRAIGHT UP KILLED and then forced to play therapist for these same ppl who gave a shit about me only when they knew I was a descendent of their dead sister :] (Ik that's not exactly it but you get the point)

Ooo this kind of MC is great, I love thinking about them! They'd manage to probably snap most of the brothers into better behavior after pushing MC one too many times.

The only one that would constantly struggle would probably be Lucifer, who appreciates their boldness and honesty but if it doesn't drive him absolutely mad sometimes.

And oo yeah I think about that nice tasty bit of angst often. In my own head I have it mapped out differently but the thought of MC always wondering if they'd still be dead if it weren't for luckily being connected by blood to someone who lived centuries ago. I've been meaning to write about that eventually, the aftermath of lesson 16 and my personal opinion of why everyone seemed to ignore what happened.

But yes, thanks for sharing! I love just talking things like this out with people!

#not writing #asks

[burgundybmw]

Munson's Mixtape

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 6,058

Warnings: Discussions of sex (PG-13, not 18+), Shower sex (this is 18+! If you don't want to read it, or are under 18, skip past the *** and begin again at the second ***. I tried to make it realistic, so be warned hahaha), Consent is mandatory!! (and can be sexy too).

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: I honestly didn't intend for this chapter to be so spicy, but it sort of got away from me. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Track Twenty One

"Roses? For me? You shouldn't have sweetheart" Y/N didn't understand how Eddie could be in such high spirits. It was a close call, the doctors had to perform emergency surgery on him when Y/N, Steve, Robin, and Nancy dragged him to the hospital. His heart stopped for 86 seconds before they revived him. For 86 seconds Eddie was dead. For 86 seconds Y/N lived in a world without him in it. The surgeon said that he would have died if she didn't stop the bleeding when she did. He was still at risk for infection, but everything was healing well thus far.

"Eddie..." her voice was cracking, tears threatening to fall. She felt stupid. He was alive, he was healing in the hospital, she should be relieved. Everything was going to be okay. She gave her statement to the police, they weren't after Eddie anymore, the horrors of the Upside Down were at bay. Why couldn't she stop crying? Why was this guilt consuming her?

"Come here" Eddie opened his arms out, and she immediately ran towards him. The roses she brought were abandoned on the floor, before she carefully molded herself around him in the small hospital bed. She hated the smell of disinfectant on his skin, the smell of old blood around his neck. It made her sick.

"Don't know why you keep shedding tears for me Princess, I'm alright..." Eddie said as he wrapped his arms around her. Y/N focused on the sound of his heart, how it echoed on the electrocardiogram. Eddie was alive, he was okay, he would heal with time. She repeated that to herself over and over again the past 24 hours.

"Y/N? Come on talk to be sweetheart..." The floodgates were about to open, everything she wanted to say but couldn't. This was the first time she was able to see Eddie since he came here. She should be holding him, telling him she loved him, but she couldn't do that. She was hurt, frustrated, guilt ridden. Y/N lifted herself on the bed and swung her leg over, gripped both sides of Eddie's face, and kissed him right there in that small hospital bed. It wasn't the sweet kiss she should have gave, what Eddie deserved. She was pissed. Her lips pressed hard against his, biting, licking, gasping for air. Until she pulled back from him once again and unleashed some hellfire of her own.

"Never pull that bullshit with me again Edward Munson! You could have gotten yourself killed! Do you have any idea how horrible that was?! You almost made me watch someone I love die a second time! I swear to God, if you EVER put yourself in danger like that again I will beat your ass till you cry, do you understand me?!" Y/N's heavy breaths showered his face. She tried to sound intimidating, put the fear of God into the man below her, but the look on Eddie's face wasn't fear, not even close.

"Look, I know you're trying to be serious with me right now... but that was so fucking hot baby holy shit. I don't think I have enough blood in my body to spare it traveling south" Eddie said with a wolfish grin. He wasn't lying, Y/N could feel the evidence beneath her. She knew she should be upset, chastise him for making light of the situation, but it was so honestly Eddie that she couldn't find it within her to be angry.

"Are you serious right now?"

"As a heart attack" Y/N was about to give a lecture how that wasn't something to joke about but was interrupted by Eddie kissing her again. She decided she'd save the lecture for a different time, when he was safe at home and not stuck in a tiny hospital bed. She allowed herself to enjoy this, a gentle peace that filled the bubble she built around them. The taste of his mouth, the touch of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat grow faster on the monitor. After everything they'd been through, this was well deserved.

"Ahem" Y/N pulled herself away from Eddie to see who interrupted their moment, only to find a doctor standing in the doorway. He was the surgeon who saved his Eddie's life, Dr. Facinelli. He was looked at the young lovers with a twinkle in his eye, a slight smirk on his lips. Y/N could feel her body grow hot with embarrassment as she struggled to plant both her feet back on solid ground. Eddie looked like he didn't have a care in the world, the dumb smile he wore never left his face.

"I feel now is as good a time as any to tell you that intense physical activity isn't recommended for the next 6 weeks" Dr. Facinelli chuckled as he went to check Eddie's stitches. That's when the dumb smile slowly shifted into a look of pure horror, Eddie was clearly not thrilled with the news.

"Doc, come on man. Don't tell me that, anything but that" Eddie begged, and Y/N couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her lips.

"I'm sorry Mr. Munson, we can't risk reopening up your stitches or the burn marks getting infected. If you follow my aftercare instructions exactly you will heal faster, and then you can carry on with any physical activity your heart desires" The pointed look he shot Y/N wasn't missed, and she knew it was up to her to keep the man in the hospital bed in line, something she knew would be no easy task.

"Okay, okay, fine, but what counts as intense physical activity? What specifically can or can't I do?"

'This is going to be impossible', Eddie thought to himself. How he would manage to keep his hands off Y/N sounded like an Olympian sized ordeal. He needed to know all the dirty details of what he was allowed to get away with.

Dr. Facinelli hummed as he checked over Eddie's wounds, thinking carefully of his answer, "I would say that intercourse counts as intense physical activity, any harsh movements of your body that involves your neck is ill advised. The wounds around your arms and knees aren't as damaged and should be okay to move. Any perspiration should be cleaned quickly and efficiently to reduce risk of infection, as well as any other bodily fluids. Does that answer your question Mr. Munson?" Y/N couldn't look the doctor in the eye as he spoke, mortified by the discussion at hand.

"So I can't be on top or give head for 6 weeks... Christ..." Eddie began, much to Y/N's embarrassment, "but hand stuff is okay? And what if she was on top? Is that okay too?"

"Normally I would say it would be best to avoid it entirely, but I was a young man once myself, so I will try to give a realistic recommendation for you and your lovely lady over there" This was the least sexy conversation about sex Y/N has ever had.

"Throw me a bone here Doc, I'm begging you" Eddie looked like he was halfway ready to jump to his knees to do it.

"I would say with proper cleansing for both you and your partner before and after activities, those two options could be acceptable. I would still wait a week before engaging in that type of sexual intercourse, but 'hand stuff' as you put it is fine, and always use protection when engaging in intercourse. If at any point the wounds look infected, red, or hot to the touch you come back to the hospital immediately. If everything heals as it should, any physical activity is permissible after 6 weeks" Dr. Facinelli finished his assessment and gave Eddie the all clear to leave the hospital the next day, with a note to come back every Monday for the upcoming weeks.

Y/N was concerned about the amount of bills that would follow Eddie's visit, but the good doctor told them he was taking the case pro bono publico. Apparently, Dr. Facinelli was a good friend of Y/N's father, and he asked the surgeon to take on Eddie as a client as a favor. She was unaware that her father did that for her, for them. He didn't mention it when they spoke the previous day. It didn't surprise her; her father often threw money to solve problems or show affection. Normally it would bother Y/N, but she wouldn't refuse the olive branch he extended to her. Chrissy would have wanted her to try and fix their relationship, she always saw the good in people, even when she shouldn't. Y/N would do that for her, for Eddie, and for herself.

The kids stopped by Eddie's room shortly after Dr. Facinelli left, all of them were so excited to see how he was doing. Y/N gave Will a hug when he waltzed in last, feeling bad she didn't acknowledge him when she first stepped foot in the hospital. Mike had asked how they knew each other, and Will told him how she used to babysit him. Introductions were given, and Eddie was so excited to meet both Will and El, much to Mike's embarrassment. Apparently, Mike wouldn't shut up about the two of them during Hellfire meetings. Y/N noticed that Will got a bit quiet after he realized his friends joined another DnD party after he had left, but quickly jumped at the opportunity when Eddie asked if he wanted to join Hellfire.

"The campaign could use you Will the Wise, it would be an honor to have you"

Y/N loved how kind Eddie was, that even though he didn't know Will personally, he knew exactly what to say to make him feel welcomed. She knew Eddie and Will would get along well, just like he did with the rest of the kids. It wasn't hard to see how much they adored him. Dustin was beside himself when they first brought Eddie to the hospital, he cried for hours in Y/N's arms as they waited for news from the staff. His mom had to drag him home when he refused to leave the waiting room and came back as soon as Eddie was cleared for visitors. Y/N was upset she missed it at first, but she knew that speaking to Chief Powell about Chrissy's case was more important.

Steve, Robin, Nancy, and the kids all corroborated her story that Eddie was innocent. Lucas told Chief Powell how Jason had threatened him with a gun and nearly killed him. They embellished a few details, and due to Jason's demise in the old Creel house, the police considered it a closed case. It was disappointing how quickly they believed their story, how little effort they took to properly investigate her sister's murder. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but it kept Eddie out of prison. It was the only silver lining she could find.

After speaking with Uncle Wayne, Y/N picked up Eddie from the hospital and brought her to her house. Her parents had already packed up their belongings and moved to the Hamptons, so they had the space to themselves. Y/N had moved her belongings to the master bedroom, everything she packed away in Rick's car. She bought new linens and a comforter, and all the medical supplies Eddie would need.

The master bedroom had a large walk-in closet, more than enough space for their clothes. It also had a bathroom attached to the room, with a large bathtub, shower, and double sink, so Eddie didn't have to go far to use the facilities. The arrangement freaked Y/N out a bit first, sleeping in her parent's old bedroom. It was the only room in the house that fit their needs, and after changing the bedsheets and throwing up some of Eddie and her stuff, it felt more like theirs rather than her parents. Eddie was just amazed they could both sleep in the same bed with plenty of space. She reminded him about the Doctor's no intense physical activity rule, and Eddie threw a mild temper tantrum after the fact. It was sort of endearing, hearing him curse out the demobats and the medical staff.

"If you stop complaining, I'll let you take a shower with me" Y/N teased as she set down the last box of Eddie's stuff. The act was more out of necessity than pleasure, it hurt him to move his arms above his head. So, she knew it would be better to assist him then cause unnecessary strain, but he didn't need to know that.

"You won't hear a peep out of me sweetheart, not when that's on the table" Eddie replied, comically zipping his lips shut. Y/N walked over to the man in front of her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I like hearing you talk, so don't shut up on my account, besides..." Y/N began, before softly whispering in Eddie's ear, "I like my men vocal."

She turned around and made her way to the bathroom, removing different articles of clothing with every step. Eddie stood motionless in front of the bed, eyes wide in shock. Y/N was down to just her underwear when she entered the bathroom threshold, her naked back exposed. He quickly shot his eyes up to look at her face, an action built from years of muscle memory. Then he realized he was allowed to look, he didn't need to hide from her, not anymore.

"Lucky for you I never shut up" Eddie replied before he could think better of it. It wasn't his proudest moment, or his smoothest, but it got a laugh out of her. He didn't know what deity blessed his ass to be given such a gift, but he wasn't about to take it for granted.

"Now, are you gonna just stand there and chit chat or are you gonna join me? I'm getting a bit cold here" Eddie didn't have to be told twice. He took off his clothes as quickly and carefully as he could, tossing the old bandages in the waste bin beside the bed. Y/N was already in the bathroom, the sounds of water running filling the space. It took him a few seconds to gather the nerve to walk in and join her. It would be the first time he saw the love of his life without clothes on, and it scared the shit out of him. He knew he looked gnarly, with all the stitches and burn marks. He was terrified that Y/N wouldn't like what she saw, but when he finally walked into the bathroom all that fear flew right out the window.

***

Because there she was, Y/N Cunningham, naked as the day she was born, in the shower only five feet away from him. The glass door to the shower hid nothing, the steam from the water not yet clouding his view. Her head was tilted back under the water, eyes closed as she washed her hair. Eddie watched the suds cascade down her body, and he definitely didn't have enough blood in his body to warrant the raging hard on he sported underneath his boxer shorts. It was the last article of clothing he had on, waiting for her to give the go ahead to completely strip down.

"Jesus Christ..." It sounded like a prayer coming out of his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes bright and teasing.

"You can't shower with boxers on Eddie, you should probably take them off before you come with me" Y/N was certainly right about that. He could feel his cock twitch in his boxers, straining to be released from its cotton prison. Eddie slowly lowered the last bastion of his modesty, wincing as the fabric pulled on his cock. His boxers pooled at his ankles before he quickly kicked them away, Y/N's eyes followed the movement.

There was just the glass door separating them now, and Eddie watched as Y/N scanned every inch of his body. Her eyes widened when she saw how hard he was, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when he saw her squeeze her legs together. That movement alone gave him the confidence to step into the shower with her, keeping enough space so he didn't poke her with it. Eddie thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but she wasn't having it. Y/N pressed her warm wet body against his and swallowed the heady groaned that escaped his lips.

"You're absolutely gorgeous" Y/N said in between kisses. Eddie could feel warmth blossom within him, and the praise washing over him like the water from the shower head. He kissed her harder, rubbing his hands wherever he could until it hurt. He fondled her tits, gripped her ass, rubbed up and down against her waist and back. Eddie never wanted to stop touching her, relished in the feeling of her skin against his. His hips moved of their own will, his cock rubbing against her middle. Y/N moaned into his mouth when he pressed against her clit, he was desperate to hear the sound again.

"Eddie" God in heaven he loved the sound of his name on her lips, especially like that. A soft, obscene whine that couldn't be contained. He rubbed against her harder, finding the rhythm that made her legs shake. Y/N's moans were getting louder and louder with every pass of his cock against her clit. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, a safe distance away from the wounds on his neck.

It nearly killed him when Y/N pushed herself away. Eddie was about to ask why before he saw her descend to her knees. Her hands trailed softly down his chest before she gripped the sides of his hips. He watched she stared at the flushed red tip of his cock, a small bead of pre-cum threatening to spill over. Y/N flicked her tongue against it and dragged it against her teeth. Eddie almost came right then and there.

"Can I?" Y/N asked sweetly, her head tilted to the side in a way that was much too innocent considering what she was doing to him.

"Fuck yea sweetheart" Eddie tried to come off as devil-may-care, but his breathlessness easily gave him away. Y/N giggled at his response, pressing gentle kisses down his shaft. No one had ever touched him like this before. Sex was always quick and dirty, a romp in the sheets until they finished. Y/N was taking her time with him, savoring him like he was something precious, like she loved him. Then she slowly dragged her tongue on the underside of his cock, and all coherent thoughts left Eddie's brain when she finally wrapped her lips around him.

Eddie could count on one hand the number of blowjobs he's had in his life, and none of them could compare to this. The heat of Y/N's mouth, her soft wet tongue swirling around the head, her hand rubbing up and down length of his cock where she couldn't reach, it was absolute bliss.

"Shit Y/N, your mouth is fucking incredible" Y/N moaned around his cock as he said it, and the vibrations nearly pushed him over the edge.

"Doing so good for me sweetheart, oh fuck" Eddie was getting dangerously close, and he couldn't stop the stream of babbles that flew out of his mouth, "Shit, you feel so good, you're so good at sucking my cock, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" Y/N kept moaning around him, and Eddie desperately tried to hold himself back. It was too soon to be this close, they just got started. Then she started rubbing his balls, and Eddie could barely remember his own name let alone remember to keep himself from finishing too soon.

"Holy shit, I love you so much, you're fucking amazing, oh God, don't stop, please don't stop, just like that baby, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, you gotta, fuck, gotta pull off or I'm gonna-"

Y/N didn't stop, she didn't pull out. She pushed Eddie's cock deeper into her throat and swallowed him whole. It propelled him right over the edge, a deep wanton groan ripped straight out of his throat, and the babbling never ceased as she took everything he had.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh shit, oh fuck, oh God, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, fuck yes, yes, yes!" Eddie could feel himself spill down her throat, it just kept coming, and coming, and coming. Y/N swallowed every last drop of his little death, sucking the soul straight out of his cock. He knew it was much too fast, his stamina was usually much better than this, but the euphoria that flooded his veins lessened his shame of cumming too soon.

Y/N pulled off his cock with a slight pop, and Eddie swore he could cum again when he looked at the smug look on her face. Red hot embarrassment sank deep into his gut, and he couldn't stop the word vomit that followed after.

"I promise I normally don't cum that fast, you see, uh, it's been awhile, and holy shit that was good, like really fucking good, and I haven't jerked off in like two weeks, so, I'm honestly kind of surprised I didn't cum the second you started to blow me, which I probably shouldn't have told you, but my head is kind of fuzzy right now so if you could please shut me up I'd appreciate that-" Y/N pressed her thumb against his lips, and Eddie nearly collapsed in relief.

"It's okay Eddie, no need to feel embarrassed" she says as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, "I wanted to make you feel good. That was for you because I love you, I promise I'm not upset" Eddie moved to kiss her, but she turned away at the last second.

"If you're not upset, why can't I kiss you?" Eddie asked, his voice nearly frantic. He was terrified he fucked up his first intimate moment with her, and that she might never want to do that with him again. It would be her choice and he'd respect that, but deep down he knew he'd never forgive himself if he ruined everything.

"Eddie my love, I just swallowed your cum... You could probably taste it still. I know most guys think that’s gross, it's okay to wait a bit" As much as his heart soared with the endearment, and how relieved he felt knowing he didn't screw up, he couldn't help but feel slightly peeved with the last statement. It took everything in him not to roll his eyes with how nonsensical it was.

"Most guys are fucking cowards then. You just gave me the honor and privilege of putting my dick in your mouth, and now I want to kiss you til my lungs start to collapse from lack of oxygen. You think I care if I can taste it? Quite honestly, it sounds super fucking hot. So, are you gonna let me kiss you or what, sweetheart?" The second Eddie saw her head nod yes, he gripped both sides of her face and crashed their lips together. He could taste the salty essence of himself on her tongue and swallowed every gasp that escaped her swollen lips.

Normally, Eddie would have dropped down to his knees and ate her out like a man starved, but Doc told him it was forbidden for the next six weeks. He believed in returning the favor the same way it was given, even if he was often left hanging on that front. Eddie didn't want Y/N to settle for anything less, but if he wanted to avoid another trip to the hospital, he'd have to deal with using his fingers instead.

He trailed his hand from her face down her neck, lightly passing over her chest. He gave her breasts a light squeeze before trailing down her stomach. Eddie could feel the trimmed hairs of her pussy underneath his fingertips, mere inches away from where he needed to be. He was just about to press down on her when Y/N gripped his wrist, halting his movements.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to, I'm fine with just taking care of you. If it's too much trouble I can take care of myself later" What Y/N didn't want to tell him is that none of her other partners had ever made her finish before, and she didn't want Eddie to be disappointed if he couldn't either. He had just gotten out of the hospital, still healing from the attack of the demobats. Under other circumstances she wouldn't feel bad letting him try, but she didn't want him to overexert himself trying to do something she could easily do herself.

"I want to sweetheart, more than fucking anything. If you don't want me to that's fine, but don't stop me because you think it's too much trouble. It's the least bit, and I would love watching you cum on my hand" Y/N felt the sharp intake of breath fill her lungs, her pussy throbbing at Eddie's words. She'd be lying to herself if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. The nod of her head was slight, her nerves nearly getting the better of her.

"Use your words sweetheart, yes..." Eddie slightly inched his way down, "...or no" and quickly pulled his hand back. Y/N gripped his wrist harder and pulled him against her, a high-pitched whine escaping her lips.

"Yes Eddie, please!"

"As you wish" Eddie pushed his middle finger inside her, pumping the digit in and out slowly as he went deeper. Y/N flung her head back, banging it against the ceramic wall of the shower. A shock of pain hit her skull, but she ignored the feeling entirely. She hadn't been touched in so long, and most of her past partners didn't take the time for foreplay before they went right in. She felt him move his other hand to cradle her head as he pushed his ring finger inside her. Despite the warm water cascading around them, she could feel an entirely different wetness between her thighs.

Eddie started to move his thumb between her folds, just slightly off target from her clit. Each brush rubbed against the side of it, and Y/N whined with neediness. He was so close, so close to touching her right where she wanted him to.

"Is it good for you baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie asked, voice deep and husky. Even when asking her a question he sounded confident, sure of himself. Something must have flashed across her face, a look that gave away that he wasn't quite there.

"You gotta tell me how to please you Y/N, it's okay, just tell me where" Y/N hesitated, nobody had ever asked that of her that before. She assumed the men she was with would get insecure if she said anything, but here Eddie was, asking her what to do. Not an ounce of insecurity in his voice.

"Can you move your thumb up a little bit? And to the left?" Eddie followed her instructions, pleasure washing over her as he got closer to her clit.

"Here?" Eddie's eyes were dark, his pupils nearly blacking out the chocolate iris she loved so much, so honest with their intensity. It was hard to look at him, with the water running down his face and his fingers knuckle deep inside her, like staring straight into the sun.

"A little more to the left" Y/N whined, her eyes not leaving his. Eddie moved his thumb a mere centimeter, and stars shot out behind her eyes.

"Right there! Don't stop! Right there, Eddie!" She gripped his forearm with both hands, digging her nails into the skin. His thumb was rubbing tight circles around her clit, the two fingers in her pussy pumping faster and faster. Y/N could feel her legs begin to shake; momentarily afraid she'd collapse onto the shower floor from the blazing inferno swirling deep inside her.

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, don't stop, please don't stop, right there, right there," she was begging like a bitch in heat, not an ounce of shame within her as she could feel her orgasm creep up on her. She was so close; no man had ever made her this close before. Eddie kept that rhythm, desperate to see her finish.

"You're close now sweetheart, I can tell. Your pussy is throbbing, just itchin' to cum. I know you want to, you wanna cum so fucking bad. Right on the edge. You're so fucking wet baby, totally soaking my hand, you want me to make you cum? Is that what you want Princess?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Eddie, make me cum, I wanna cum so bad!" Y/N could feel tears pool in her eyes, threatening to fall with every brush of Eddie's thumb on her clit.

"Then cum for me Y/N, cum right fucking now" Eddie bit down right where her neck met her shoulder, like a vampire in the night. Y/N keened with pleasure, and felt him curl his fingers deep inside her. He pressed against something she never felt before and lightening shocked down her spine. He kept rubbing that same spot and she felt her orgasm crash over her like the snap of thunder.

"Oh God, yes! Fuck, Eddie I'm cumming! Oh, oh, oh," Y/N screamed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He worked his fingers inside her, waves of pure rapture consuming her whole. Eddie kissed, licked, and sucked on her neck as she came down from her high, her whole body vibrating from the aftershock. Once her orgasm finally ebbed away, he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, licking them clean.

"I will say, no one's ever thanked me before. That's a first for me sweetheart" Eddie teased, popping the digits out of his mouth.

"Well, no one has ever made me cum before, so it's a first for both of us I guess" She was still trying to catch her breath, her heart still pounding heavily against her chest. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows at her comment, a small scowl on his lips filled with distaste.

"A part of me wants to say I'm sorry no one has treated you the way you deserved, but my ego is way too satisfied with knowing I'm the one who gets to do it now" Eddie replied with a smug grin.

"Alright Tiger, slow your roll. We've got to get cleaned up now or Dr. Facinelli is gonna be on your ass for infected wounds because we didn't listen" Eddie chuckled at the reprimand, placing a soft kiss on Y/N's pouty lips.

"Whatever you want sweetheart, I'm all yours"

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It took longer than Y/N would like to get them both cleaned up, too many distractions and wandering hands to get the job done efficiently. After they stepped out of the shower, she carefully rubbed medicine over Eddie's stitches and put new bandages on. They got dressed into their pajamas in comfortable silence, content with the afterglow they both felt.

Y/N helped Eddie down the stairs to the living room and plopped him on the couch. After she made sure he was comfortable, she walked towards the landline right beside the television stand. She was far too tired to cook anything, so pizza would have to do. Once her order was placed she took her spot next to Eddie on the couch and turned the TV on, some mindless show to fill the silence in the room. He placed his hand on her thigh, rubbing gentle circles into her skin. It was then she realized she never felt so at peace in her own home, and she wished Chrissy was here so she could share it with her. Y/N hoped her sister had found her own peace now that Vecna was gone. She followed that train of thought before Eddie interrupted her with a question she didn't want to answer.

"So, what are we going to do now? Are you going back to Notre Dame?" Eddie asked, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Why? Sick me already Eddie?" She didn't know why he was asking this now, after everything that happened.

"Of course not sweetheart, if it were up to me I'd stay in bed with you forever," Eddie paused, taking a deep sullen breath, "but I know you have to go back to school. You're way too smart not to, and I'd hate for your grades to suffer because of me. I just... I just wanted to know how long I have to keep you for myself until you go back"

Y/N knew he was right, it had been nearly two weeks of class she'd missed. She called her professors the day before, telling them that her sister had been murdered and the police needed help with the investigation. She also called her roommate Maya, who was absolutely beside herself with worry, telling her she was alright.

They were all understanding, and told her to if she missed another week, it wouldn't affect her GPA too much. Each of her professors said they'd work with her on catching up, that it would take a decent amount of extra work, but it was possible to do. Fortunately, she didn't miss any exams, her last midterm was the day before Chrissy died. None of that comforted her though, the thought of leaving Eddie was too painful to think about. She knew it wasn't healthy to be this clingy, but his near-death experience was still fresh in her mind.

"I'm allowed another week off before I have to go back. I don't have classes on Mondays, so I can drive back to Hawkins on the weekends and drive back Monday night. Cheerleading practice is on Tuesdays and Fridays, so I'd probably come straight from there" It wasn't the best solution. She'd be spreading herself thin with keeping up with everything, but it had to be done.

"That sounds like a lot of work sweetheart, I don't wanna be a burden to you" She didn't know how Eddie could possibly see himself as a burden, he was the best thing in her life. Y/N placed a chaste kiss on her lips and gently placed some of his damp hair behind his ear.

"You could never be a burden Eddie, ever. I love you, and I'm doing this because I love you. Relationships can be a lot of work, but you're worth it. I promise I'm going to be fine" He didn't look very satisfied with her answer, a small frown on his face.

"You'll take a break if you need it though, right? If you're too stressed out or too tired, please stay on campus. You have to take care of yourself first..." Eddie began, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, "once the six-week sentence is done, I'll come up to visit you. I don't want you doing all the work to come see me"

"You'd miss Hellfire to come spend the weekend with me Eddie?" Y/N watched as he opened his mouth and closed it again, clearly not thrilled with her question.

"I promise I'll drive up right after Hellfire, I've postponed enough of them as is. But we can still spend the night together in your dorm room when I get there. Hopefully your roommate won't be too annoyed with my ass constantly loitering around" Y/N knew he would never postpone Hellfire for her, and she didn't expect him too. It was nice to hear his honest answer, and it made her feel better knowing there was some type of plan.

"I'm sure Maya would love you, and so would the rest of my friends. I can't wait to introduce them to you! They can be a little too much at times, but I'm sure you can handle it" Y/N chuckled, imagining introducing Eddie to her cheer friends. She knew he'd get along with the DnD group, but a bunch of Notre Dame cheerleaders bombarding him with questions might be a lot.

"Have you met me sweetheart? Too much is my middle name"

"Edward 'Too Much' Munson?" Y/N asked.

"Damn right"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x cunningham!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanficton #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things x reader smut #stranger things smut

[rise-my-angel]

that is the best thing ever. I love Readers disaster family. adopted children and grown ass adults included

All the main Baratheons living in Kings Landing was absolutely absurd. Just peak clown behavior from all four of them. None of them even really like each other but they all feed into each others stupidity with joy.

Loras surprises the reader by taking her on a "romantic" walk through the gardens, because at this point he and Renly have gone all in on using you as a sheild to hide Loras's relationship with Renly from public eye. The brothers all know its not real and that you begrudgingly do it for Renlys sake, but you sat down to join in a meal between the three of them right after. Only for a period of silence to pass before Stannis was the first to speak in the dryest tone known to man, "Shall we set a wedding date, Robert?"

That was how everyone went so long without realizing the truth of Roberts children. Because before he became a little psychopath, Joffery as a child was just petty enough that he fit right in beside you with how often you two fought exactly the way Robert used to fight with Stannis as boys.

The reader at 13 got into a fight with 9 year old Joffery that ended in you shoving him face first into the mud. And when you both were dragged in front of Robert and Stannis, Robert just looked at Joffery like "What am I supposed to say, you couldn't push a girl into the mud before she did it to you?" Joffery argues that your older and Stannis just goes "She's the size of a pole, a gust of wind could knock her over."

Not even her grandfather is spared the curse of Baratheon nonsense, because Steffon Baratheons goddamn best friends his whole life were deadass Tywin Lannister and Aerys II Targaryean. Meaning if he hadn't died years before Roberts Rebellion, he would've been on the opposite side of a war against his own sons. Which the reader absoutely has not let go of. You visit the family mausoleum on Storms End and you purposley leave your grandmother an offering at her tomb but just glare at your grandfathers. Stannis just stands there like "Seven Hells she's just like fucking Robert."

Or you are not aware how lucky you were to not have Stannis there when you and Jon married, because there would be zero chance he wouldn't make another smart ass comment like "For someone who doesn't like house Targaryean as much as Robert you seem to have followed in their footsteps. Marrying your brother that is." Just every opportunity to purposely leave out the "in law" part of that relationship just because the flat, unamused look on your face when he says it bemuses Stannis to no end on the inside.

Like its no wonder the reader grows up to have this bizarre found family of her own. Honestly I could go on about the readers childhood growing up in Kings Landing for hours it was like living in a non stop comedy between the four main Baratheons.

And thats not even getting into the sheer degree of shenanigans that occured in her time half growing up in Winterfell.

#i have so many random tid bits about the readers past #like living in kings landing was just never a single moments peace for her

[bi-bard]

But No Amount of Freedom Gets You Clean; I’ve Still Got You All Over Me - Jess Mariano Imagine (Gilmore Girls)

Title: But No Amount of Freedom Gets You Clean; I’ve Still Got You All Over Me

Pairing: Jess Mariano X Reader

Based On: You All Over Me

Word Count: 1,012 words

Warning(s): mentions of past break-up

Summary: (Y/n) tries to live in a world where their ex is with someone new before they even get a chance to breathe. That only gets worse when it’s the only thing everyone can talk about.

Author's Note: So much of this plot was decided on based on spite.

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I didn't spend a lot of my free time in Stars Hollow.

It was too small. Suffocating.

It wasn't the comforting small town that it wanted to be. It honestly felt a little creepy at points.

I thought I had finally found someone that agreed with me. Someone that didn't make me feel stupid for wanting to leave. Someone that made me feel truly heard for the first time.

And then he got bored.

Jess and I had moved to Stars Hollow around the same time.

We hit it off immediately. He made me feel heard and seen. He said I made the town more bearable. We had become each other's safe spaces. I felt... loved, to put it simply.

Then, he left me.

It was hard to live up to the girl he chose. Rory was perfect in the eyes of everyone around her. I never thought Jess agreed. Turns out he did.

Hanging out in Stars Hollow wasn't an option after that.

It took a day for Jess to leave me and find her.

I couldn't walk to the store without seeing the two of them together. I hadn't gotten a chance to breathe. To find my footing again before I was forced to face the fact that I wasn't what he wanted. That he was happier sweeping me under the rug.

I had tried to meet someone new.

We were just friends. Two people that wanted to hang out. That was it.

He was okay leaving Stars Hollow to hang out. He understood that I wasn't a huge fan of hanging out there. I thought that maybe I had figured a few things out.

I thought I was starting to feel... clean again.

He had only tried to make a move once.

We had been doing homework together while talking. I looked up from my textbook and was met with him leaning over to kiss me. His lips only touched mine for a second before I jumped back. He accepted when I said that I wasn't ready for that yet. He refused to let me apologize for it because it "wasn't something I truly control over".

I don't know if he ever realized how much that small amount of understanding meant to me.

He was just dropping me off for the day when I saw Jess sitting on my front steps. He was looking down, reading some random book that was probably mine because he never gave any of them back.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"What," he asked, leaning around me to look. "What the hell is Jess doing here?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "He's dating my ex."

"You were dating Rory," I asked. How much did I miss by avoiding this town?

"Yeah," he replied. "Want me to walk up with you?"

"No, no," I shook my head. "I can handle this. Can you just stay parked here until he leaves?"

"Sure."

"Thanks," I moved to get out at last. "See you later, Dean."

"Later," he waved as I shut the passenger side door.

Jess looked up as I did. He closed the book and stood up.

"What do you want," I asked.

"To talk," he replied.

"You've had weeks to talk," I rolled my eyes. "What is it?"

"I feel wrong with things being like this between us," he explained. "I don't want to worry about seeing you and worry about you being pissed with me."

"I'm not."

"You clearly hate me-"

"I'm not wasting any more energy on you."

Jess stepped forward and cupped the sides of my face, gently running his thumbs along my cheekbones. I faltered for a moment. The last time he did this, he was about to kiss me for the first time.

I pulled myself together and shoved his hands away from me.

"I won't accept some half-assed apology just so you can clear your conscious," I said. "You wanted to leave me and date someone a day later. That was your choice. You get to deal with the guilt of that. It's not my job to help you with that. Not anymore."

"I don't want to hurt you-"

"Too late."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave," I cut him off.

"No!"

"You don't fucking get it, do you," I replied. "Your head is so far up your ass that you don't get it. You left. You left and started dating someone a day later. It hurt. A lot. I don't have to forgive you. I'm still recovering from everything. I... I'm dealing with what you did. You don't get some blind forgiveness."

"You're just latched onto me?"

"No, you were important and you leaving hurt," I explained. "It's more like you're a stain that I got stuck cleaning up."

I was turning around to walk away when he spoke up.

"You'll never move on like this."

I froze and turned around.

"Jess, you're the one on my doorstep," I said bluntly. "As far as I can tell, you're the one that can't move on."

Jess stood there in silence for a moment before turning around to storm off.

I let out a deep breath. I barely registered Dean getting out of his car. My first thought was that he was going to follow Jess, but he didn't. He walked up my pathway, not giving Jess a glance.

"You alright," he asked.

I nodded.

He still pulled me into a tight hug. I closed my eyes and hugged him back, trying to hold back my tears. I felt Dean kiss my head before stepping back. He grinned at me gently before going to walk back to his car.

"See you tomorrow," he said, looking at me over his shoulder. I nodded and grinned.

I walked inside and went to grab some water in the kitchen to calm myself.

My mom was standing in the kitchen.

"I like Dean more than Jess," she commented.

I scoffed at her and went to walk out again.

"I'm serious," she called out to me.

I didn't have it in me to tell her that I agreed.

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Author's Note: Dean's part in this plot was born out of pure spite.

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#jess mariano x reader #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls fanfiction

[fic-heaven]

CARDIAC ATTACK!

Young! Metalhead! Silco x Fem Artist! Reader

(Chapter 1. Wake up! - next-)

[Modern Au/ Strong Vander x Reader themes but this story is Silco x Reader aimed]

[fluff/ heavy angst/ jealousy/ use of alcohol and drugs / smut / brats being brats]

C.1: (mention of cheating, maternal abandonment)

Something became crystal clear the moment you moved from Piltover city.

Your mother will never come back. And honestly? As much as it stung, you and dad were much better without her... She confirmed it the moment you two came back home early from your school's art exposition while she stayed home because "she was feeling sick" and found her with none other than her boss playing adult's Wii sports on the couch.

Before your father could even react she pushed him out of the door and dragged you with him.

You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what they were doing when dad said with fat tears sliding from cheeks to chin that they were probably having a private meeting. I mean... You were eighteen not six, and you always knew you mother wasn't the greatest person... But this? This was extreme.

Anyway, after that nightmare of a day, you two moved to your grandparents' house... Which was pure disaster since you never got along with your dad's side of the family. Luckily, you two didn't last long there after two months later your dad excitedly told you that two were moving with his new girlfriend who happened to be his best friend for a long time until your mother decided she was too good for him to have female friends. Which was fine? I guess? Except she lived in ZAUN. Your mother always warned you about that city, but oh well, fuck your mom. She was a virus and your father and you were no longer infected by that woman.

Besides! Dad's new girlfriend didn't look evil at all, actually, she seemed nice! She was excited to meet you, she even came to your grandparents' to help you guys move and presented herself as Silvia. Silvia was really friendly, cuddly and empathic when she learned about the whole situation from your perspective, and apparently she had a son around your age so you wouldn't feel too lonely you supposed.

Your curiosity increased when you asked about said boy and Silvia said he couldn't come because he had a very important meeting with his "cool kid rock band". That totally lit your eyes, your stepbrother seemed cool, you were hoping he was just as friendly... You should ask him if he would let you hear how they played if he's okay with it.

After a long car ride to the new place, you noticed Zaun didn't seem as bad as every Pilt citizen painted it. Sure the roads seemed murderous and the people looked tired and done with life, but the neighborhood you guys were staying in was calm and everyone seemed polite enough, that was far more than your old neighborhood.

Maybe the only pain in the ass was finding a new summer job... But Silvia had the greatest idea as she was showing you two around town that Benzo, your stepbrother, had plenty of friends everywhere and could plug you somewhere for the summer "You two will get to know each other better!" She smiled. You tried not to have your hopes up just in case but that plan sounded alright.

Surprisingly Benzo didn't come to your new home for like a week until Silvia abruptly opened the door grabbing the boy by the ear, she was fuming and talking so fast you couldn't understand a word when the boy stumbled to drop himself to the couch you were sitting on. You thought she would join you both in the living room but she went upstairs, her face an angry red surely going to your father to fuss about what happened, she probably already said all she had to say before she even arrived home with her son.

So you and him stayed there. Silent.

You looked at him from behind your sketchbook as he seemed to fumble with his school bag. Yeah he totally looked like her mum. With brown hair thrown backwards in a bun and dark eyes, he was also pretty big looking like a grizzly bear. He was wearing the typical rebellious teenager kind of clothes, with big black military boots, chained plain brown pants and a black shirt you couldn't quite point for details since his patched bag was right in the front of his chest covering the design.

"Y'know it's rude to stare."

Tensing, you hid your face more behind your sketchbook and blinked up at his bored eyes.

"I... S-sorr-"

"I'm just fucking with you kid, I'm Benzo."

Oh!

You relaxed your posture once more and smiled, he seemed to do the same straightening his shirt of... Slipknot, you noticed. Ah you knew that band!

"Hey! Haha okay, you scared me for a second, I'm (y/n), your-"

"Step sister, yeah mum told me on the phone. Sorry I couldn't greet you properly. One morning I went out with the boys, one thing led to the other and before you know it you get a call from your mother screaming 'cuz it's been days since you left your bassist's garage."

You gave him a puzzled look at that and he seemed to find your reaction amusing but didn't have enough time to continue before you interfered.

"You have a band right?"

And that led to a pretty chill conversation with Benzo about his passion for music, apparently he was the drummer of his best friend Vander's band and didn't get along with their bassist and Vander's second best friend, Silco. You didn't press for information, the guy pretty much told you much more than you thought he would share being the first time you two met, you did kind of voice your surprise at his open behavior, he shrugged saying you were the new addition to the family and you had a good vibe. That totally made your cheeks burn, chest puff and smile for the rest of the conversation because of your delight. Also contrary of what Silvia said, they didn't play rock, they played something called Old School Deathcore, whatever that was.

You weren't very familiar with all the music terms he was using but Benzo seemed nice and he was comfortable sharing his passion with you, so that was great.

You two didn't break the band conversation until you leaned slightly forwards, that caused your sketchbook to almost fall out of the couch until he broke the fall quickly grabbing it and curiously peaked the page you were doodling, you usually would have snatched it back but heck, he was your new cool stepbrother who shared his passion with you and-... Was making a weird face at the page?

You suddenly felt embarrassed, you loved drawing demons and monsters here and there sometimes but some people found them too graphic and disgusting.

"Did you do this?" He asked not looking away from the page, you hummed in agreement and then he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes with a mischievous look "Vander is SO going to love this... Would you like to design something for us? Like a cover or something? Or maybe some shirt designs? I like yer art style, you are hella skilled!" That earned another wave of delight hit you and you couldn't help but smile widely which he mirrored

Y- "SURE! Wait, only if you help me find a job though-"

B- "Wanna meet the band?"

Y- "Heck yes"

B- "Then you got yourself a job as our artist and if Vander likes you enough, which I'm sure he will, he'll make room for you at his grannie's coffee shop, he said they were looking for people."

Y- "Are you... Sure?"

B- "Absolutely positive"

You couldn't help but give him a big excited hug, one he thankfully returned but less crushing and more assuring.

"Welcome to the Children of Zaun, lil's sister"

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This was something I thought of last night. It's hella hard for me to finish whatever I write but I'll make extra effort in this one, we will see where it leads me lmao

#arcane #arcane silco #silco #silco arcane #silco x reader #metalhead! silco #cardiac attack! #benzo #vander #accidentally deleted this #im crying #young silco x reader

[dragondemoness]

Natsumi kuzuryu with make reader who has the talent and personality of chieko Maki Let's go with an enemies to lovers scenario or her trying to trick him to get information on him. Also let's slip in a coffee scene of affection🙃🙃🙃

Chieko Maki's info: https://www.quotev.com/story/11950461/Danganronpa-Abandoned-Sanity-CLOSED/9

I'm honestly not a fan of how this came out, but I hope you enjoy this

Natsumi Kuzuryu and Reader Who's Like Chieko Maki (Danganronpa Abandoned Sanity)

She was suspicious of you the second she saw you

What did the talent of the "Ultimate Hero/Heroine" even mean?

So she spied on you, to see how you really worked

What you did was take out a villain and leave without your expression wavering once

She just didn't understand you

There had to be more to you than just that

Surely, you had some sort of mutation that made you so strong, right?

Well, she planned to find out

She always felt like she lived in her brother's shadow, and maybe she could prove that she was more than just the Ultimate Yakuza's little sister

And so, she watched your every move

When she got out of her class, she would hide around a corner while you were just going about your day

She didn't approach you directly

She hadn't been the nicest to you, so she figured you had a sour opinion of her

But no matter how much she watched, she found nothing

She saw you being bombarded with missions and requests, exasperated at the many cameras being shoved in your face, and passing through the halls as people whispered rumors about you

But even then, she couldn't find the secret to your talent

She was getting irritated, and finally decided to confront you

It was just after school, and she found you while you were leaving

"Hey! You!"

You turned and looked at her

"Ah, so the stalker girl finally decides to reveal herself to me."

Natsumi froze, and her eyes widened as she stared at you

"What?"

"You thought I didn't notice? For someone who comes from the biggest yakuza clan around, you're not that good at being stealthy."

Woah

Finally, someone who didn't bring her brother into it

But that didn't matter

"W-Well, it wasn't my fault! I was just trying to figure you out!"

"Figure me out?"

"Don't play dumb! Your talent... How did you get it? What do you even do?!"

"Well... I just help people in need, I guess."

She scoffed at your answer

"Don't make me laugh! That can't be it! You have to have some sort of mutation that makes you so strong! No way can you just deal with some buff-ass people without breaking a sweat!"

You just looked at her, confused

"I don't have a mutation or anything. Being a hero doesn't even mean just taking out villains."

Now she was confused

"Then what does it mean?"

"It just means helping people who need it. It means doing what any decent person would. Sure, that includes dealing with criminals, but that's not all I do. And as for my strength, I work out. That's it."

You had her speechless

It appears she had been ignorant about your talent and what it is you do

And instead of just asking you about it, she just insulted you and spied on you like a creep

"Well... I guess I made myself look stupid, huh? You must think I'm a weird, stupid bitch, now."

"No. Why would I think that?"

She looked at you like you were crazy 

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't you?! All I did was insult your talent and act like a creepy, stalkery bitch instead of just talking to you like a normal person!"

"Your insults didn't even bother me, honestly. At least you weren't hovering around me because you wanted to benefit from my talent."

So, you really didn't care?

Well, color her surprised

"Has that happened to you before?"

"Yeah. I don't really have 'friends'. People get close to me, only to ditch me when they got what they needed."

In a way, Natsumi felt that she could understand you

"I don't really have friends, either. I'm basically just known as Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu's little sister. And even if people did approach me, I would just end up pushing them away because of how I act."

You thought about it for a moment, then you spoke

"Hey, maybe we could be friends."

Natsumi looked up at you in surprise

"Really?"

"Sure. I don't see a reason why not. We can go hang out at a coffee shop or something."

Part of her wanted to reject you, to call you stupid for even suggesting it

But she knew deep down that she wanted a friend, and that she needed to make up for her behavior towards you

So she finally decided to swallow her pride

"Yeah. Let's do that."

And so, you did

You headed to a nearby coffee shop and talked for a while

You got to know each other, and you saw Natsumi soften up more and more the longer you talked

You made this a regular habit, and soon, you became good friends and something more

You had a feeling her brother would be a bitch to deal with

But for now, you could at least enjoy your dates and appreciate each other's presence

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #natsumi kuzuryu x reader

[kneeanderthal]

vol 2 spoilers ahead !!

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honestly I'm so confused on how bad the season 4 volume 2 ending was, like it was so bad, so bad. They put these shields on the main cast or their favourite og characters, (and I mean you can tell who has plot armour; cough cough nancy, mike, Steve, Erica and most of the main cast, they couldn't even kill of Max).

like the death set up for eddies painful monologue and dustin sobbing over him to Max and lucas as Max cries about not wanting to die. then dying and all of Hawkins falling. WONDERFUL. but then instead of sticking to that they revive Max and now she's just a poorly written plot pusher for season 5 who is nothing but brain dead.

and the time skip? every season the duffers finish of the season with some neat and tidy time skip that pulls at emotions and doesn't leave many loose ends, they hint at what is to come in the following season without letting it feel unfinished.

but season 4, lord it was awful.

2 day time skip, California crew comes back to Hawkins after having little to no screen time and absolutely zero threat to face. they reunite at the wheeler house, but this reunion is like 0.2 seconds long and then there all like "oh boy where's lucas and max".

they show lucas reading a book to what you would assume be alive but blind, and broken Max, because why else would you bring her back to life, but it's her brain dead with all of her limbs broken.

will, mike and eleven all have their reunion with lucas it's short lived because we need 5 minutes of eleven sitting on Max's bed crying, holding her hand and saying im here. she searches in her like black mind magic realm for Max, she can't find her (this is what she does in her room at hoppers cabin as well), ding ding Max is brain dead so eleven pulling her magical reviving powers out of her ass is all for nothing.

then they all hop in the van and go to hoppers house to hide el from the military, which just disappeared for all of chapter 9, and left the California crew as filler and comedy. they clean, there's a moment between nancy and johnathon where he asks if they're okay and nancy is all like "uh yeah tots" after she spent all of season 4 eye fucking Steve.

will and Mike talk about eleven again, shocker. mike is all like "I'm glad one is dead and rotting" and wills like "uh no he's alive, and although I could have become a main character and been used to help defeat vecna no we stayed in Nevada. oh and by the way when I entered Hawkins I felt him again". and he's having his moment which is just as short lived as ever as what you think is going to be the military pops up.

but nahhh it's just Joyce and hopper with no Murray or Russian dude 1 or Russian dude 2. they have these terrible quick little reunions which pull absolutely no tears, then will touches his neck and then again you think he's going to have more than 5 seconds of screen time but nah.

they all walk onto a field touch some flowers, look at the sky which just looks like a red storm nothing to scary scary, then it cuts to black.

and don't even get me started on the like relief station set up for some of the characters, like Dustin's section with eddies uncle IS GREAT. it jerks a few tears, shows a character grieving grieving character that died in that season instead of just being like; "oh yeah nah they're completely fine dont worry about then watching their best friend die brutally".

then there's the whole stupid Steve being sad about not getting it on with nancy after his whole character arc evolves around him finding himself, accepting that he doesn't need a partner to be Steve, and that he likes babysitting the kids. but instead of the duffers biting the bullet and having Steve be killed of and have a reaction of heart break from everyone, they decide that he should throw all his character development away for the same dusty ship.

then robin instead of getting closure in waiting for her right time, they just give her whatever, because like what evs. she gets to talk to vikkie who is now boyfriendless and still not interested, even through whatever nice interaction they had.

I guess I just thought since they said so many things leading up to volume to that it would have some happen.

they pushed on about byler happening or getting more screen time, AND wills sexuality being addressed (which is like me because him having this massive im gay thing after spending 4 seasons hiding it and being this quite kid doesnt really fit his character) but no he's just used to push the plot of mileven further, after spending all of season 3 and most of season 4 working towards them growing apart and not needing eachother.

they said it would be more scary ??? and also 5 people would die, but like 5 people didn't die, and at least not people important to the plot, 1. papa. 2. eddie. 2.5 Max. 3.jason?

anyways I'm starting to understand why some people dislike the duffers poor writing.

#stranger things #stranger things volume 2 opinions #volume 2 #byler vs mileven ? #steves character arc #character deaths #poor writing #also ignore any spelling mistakes and what not im on mobile #the duffer brothers suck

[speakingagain]

It's been a few days since I updated. I have been busy.

I did get fired. I didn't even cry! Does that mean I am a big girl now?

I meant that as a joke but then my brain made it dirty, whoops.

I ended up getting another job within 48 hours. I actually received two job offers, and I have another set of interviews for an even better job here next week.

All in all, I wasn't too upset. Like, yeah it sucks, I got fired over my own dumb mistake and it was a REALLY good paying job, but honestly, I didn't really enjoy the job all that much.

And the hours were shit.

Good benefits though, I'll give them that.

Today, I restarted my therapy journey. And like, real therapy, not me doing journaling and Pinterest prompts.

I had a couple realizations already. 1) I have gone almost a whole year without anything traumatic happening! (I know the bar is on the floor).

2) me getting overwhelmed and giving up on school my senior year could have very well been influenced by me getting SAed by my first boyfriend and I just didn't realize it. (Long story, don't want to get into it right now.)

And I bought my family's old van today. It's technically my first car. Technically not, because I bought a jeep with my ex husband but when I left him, I let him keep it because I couldn't afford the payments and he didn't really take care of it well and he was just using it as a way to keep me around.

But that's TWO of my goals for this year! And it's only March!!!!

I have never done like a new year resolution until this year. I frankly think they are stupid and most people don't actually follow through with them anyways.

And I suck at follow through, something my mother has made many comments about recently. Which means I am really starting to get on her nerves again, so it's good practice!

I should go look at my goal list and remember what all I put down lmao

But I'm really kind of proud of myself. I finally did something to get myself on my feet. Like, I've been working on it for a hot minute but like, my efforts are finally coming through and manifesting into shit.

Do you know how cool that is?

I've been without hope of a future for so long.

I'm 24 years old, 25 this year. Every so often, I get reminded that I never expected to make it to 17 years old. Or 18. Or 19, or 20, or any number after.

I'm so genuinely surprised I'm still alive.

And when I was with my ex, I had planned a future. I knew what I wanted it to look like.

I wanted a old white house, in a field filled with grass and wild flowers, and my dog Sable running around living her best life(still 5 years old, she is immortal in my delulu). A porch swing next to the front door, overlooking the pond on the east side of the property. The whole place is surrounded by dense and dark green trees. A simple brown fence, around the front porch and walkway to the road dividing the property.

I knew what my fairytale home looked like. I never once planned on how to get there.

Today, I'm learning accountability, discipline, and hard work. Today, I made a step forward to having my dream life. Today, I worked towards improving myself.

Today, I planned the path I needed to get from point A to point Fairytale Dream House.

That's so weird to me.

And not to be super dramatic, but I genuinely think that today is the day that I made a major change in my life. Today, is the first day of the rest of my life.

Sounds sappy, I know. But, there's so much shit in the world that makes it so hard to want to get old. It's so hard to want to see a future, let alone plan for one.

So yeah, it's the first day of the rest of my life. Fight my sappy ass.

[mmoarte]

it is sad to me to watch the women in my life all go through the same thing. i wish as a society we could devalue romantic relationships and value ourselves more. i have been there, you have been there, we have all been in relationships that were awful and toxic and we felt we couldn't leave because well, who would we be without them? im very sure men go through the same thing, but i have never experienced it firsthand so thats another story for another day

my friend is in this god-awful relationship with this old ass man who treats her like garbage/kind of childlike? he has no hobbies, no interests, no friends, all around red flag kinda guy but yet.... she stays with him. countless times she has ranted to me for HOURS about this guy and i've said well to be honest if this relationship is as bad as you're making it sound i think it may be time to consider being alone. however, she is a person who 100% needs a male presence in her life that she can compare herself to/work for/god knows what. it doesnt seem like he gives her any sort of confidence and from what i've been personally and heard from stories he really just makes fun of her and brings her down. and its so hard to watch a friend slowly become nothing because of a relationship. she doesnt want to have fun anymore, she doesnt want to try new things, she's anxious all the time, and i honestly dont think she wants to be in this relationship and im sure if someone gave her an out she would take it.

but anyway, life is fucked and people are fucked and no one knows how to live independently especially not women and we let men rule us and our lives and we do what they want to do and we change and morph ourselves for these stupid ass men and we lose ourselves completely and then were 30 and we have done anything we wanted and we've wasted all our time on this stupid man who doesn't care if we live or die

#thoughts

[talea456]

Hey, @wearewatcher! I've got a request for Ghost Files! (And honestly, something for Shane to do...cause I think he's who can answer this call...you know, the chosen one.)

Flesh out ghost/paranormal world-building, please!

Listen, I like to zone-out listening to ghost hunting things on Youtube while doing my hyperfixating on my puzzles and such, and y'all, most ghost hunters have THE WORST headcannons. (And they ask the dumbest questions ever.) For example:

1) Like, creepy basement ALWAYS = demons!! What? That's dumb. Why would some all-powerful, evil being just be hanging in a basement of all places? (Idk man, I think the biggest evil in the world is like...people who commit genocide or maybe exploit others for their own gain?)

But okay, let's say basement = demons. Then, why are the demons always in the basements? Going a bit Good Omens with this right now, but...are they actually on their demon "lunch break?" Like, they head to dark, damp places to be left alone, but then all these stupid humans come in with their loud-ass spirit boxes and bug the shit out of them? Is that why they're always like "RUN," "EVIL" and "LEAVE?" ...'Cause if I'm on my lunch break, same demons. Same.

-> If so, I think it would be nice to share some new ideas for keeping humans out of their way. Like, maybe they just don't realize that "creepy victorian girl in a nightgown" isn't enough to scare 21st century humans away. (Not that it's their fault they don't know that. It's hard for adults to keep up with teenager trends, so I can only imagine how hard it would be to keep up with human trends if you're immortal.) Maybe they need to consider appearing as a giant spider like Shelob or something. Most people would run away from Shelob. Or appear as a roach or bug infestation or something (you know, like the insect cave in Temple of Doom). Other than potential fumigators or entomologists, most people would skip going to the basement in that case.

2) Also the stupid theory that the demons need energy from fear?? Makes no damn sense. There's energy freakin' everywhere in nature! That's what makes even Physics 101 so annoying--all those forces and such. So...why would their fuel need to be emotion? And okay, sure, if for some supernatural reason emotion is their food, why only human emotion? Why couldn't they just freak out a raccoon and be good with that? If I were reading a Fanfic and the author did such lazy-ass world building, I would stop reading. (Please ask the basement demons if they also think this theory is stupid next time you're down there.)

-> And also, if you go back to the Conjuring house, maybe suggest to the bent-neck lady that she should try crawling in a back-bend like a Japanese ghost for additional fear/creep factor...'cause word is out on her bent neck thing, so it's probably lost the same "scare" level it used to have. If human fear = food, girl is probs starving! So help her out, please.

Other random questions that I want to ask ghosts instead of the stupid "how did you die?" or "do you know you're dead?" questions:

If you're just going about your day without a body, do you still like, go to the bathroom and stuff? I mean, Everyone Poops (as the children's book says), but if you don't have a body, you don't need to poop. But if you don't think you're dead, then you must be going through the act of pooping, 'cause not needing to poop for like 100 years is kinda a dead give away (pun intended) that you're dead.

Do you have to wear your fancy outfits after death? Can't you just change into like pajamas or something more comfortable than a full suit or victorian dress? I mean, COVID shutdown proved to us that living humans turn to pajamas as often as possible, so I would assume ghosts would too. (OH SHIT! Is that why there are so many lady-ghosts in nightgowns in the UK? They're just getting comfy???)

Do they miss food? (Cause I would totally miss ice cream, pizza, burgers, etc.) Or can they have ghost-feasts like that imaginary meal the lost-boys had in the movie Hook?

(I could think of more, but I should probably wrap this up.)

In conclusion: Do the other ghost-hunters a solid by completing some world-building so the bullshit at least makes sense.

#watcher #ghost files #ryan bergara #shane madej #ghost hunting #neurodivergent thoughts

[sakurakitsume]

Fuck it, I'm angry.

I hate how society works. I hate how my job pays absolute dogshit. I hate that I can't move out.

I make like £6 an hour. On average I get 8 hours a week. I do my best to get more, but my work's budget can only go so far - and this place works around my uni. My stupid ass mother charges me £300 a month. Go figure. It's only that my dad gives me money every month that I can fucking pay her.

I want to be a teacher. I want to be the nurturing and caring presence for teenagers that my teachers were for me. They cared so much about me and refused to deadname me, even when my own mother didn't accept me and the head teacher told them to stop. I want to shape young lives, I want to help kids with anxiety, I want to encourage their interests.

Now, typically, you need a degree for that. And I've tried! This is my second time attempting a degree. Last year it was animation and shit traumatized me. I got anxiety, I got depressed and I lost all sense of self. I lived on my own and I loved that part.. but everything else was pushing me further and further down. I couldn't keep up with work. I found the teachers terrifying. I found talking to anyone paralyzing.

But hey! This year is different, right? No. Art history. A topic I should find easy. A more specific form of media studies, one of my specialities. No. Impossible. But now I live at home. I have no privacy. I have to hide my depression and anxiety - at least last year I could be openly anxious and depressed, right? It's awful. I'm terrified. I'm meant to know this shit, but I can't do it. I have no idea anymore.

Now, I only applied for uni because I need a degree to be a teacher and my family pressured me into going into uni.

Well, guess what? There's a way to do it without that! I can be a teacher without degree! Amazing, right? No more uni! I can go through becoming a teacher without the hell that is university (which honestly shouldn't be considered the standard path. Fuck that) which is GREAT.

Until i try telling my mother that

And she tells me off

For finding a path that will lead to the same job, but is much easier for me to handle?

What the fuck.

All i want to do is be a teacher. I just want to help kids learn. Fuck, I'd teach anything as long as I was teaching.

Why is the world like this..?