#luckily a devil is always there to catch her

[moonshine999]

Helaena Targaryen : A Fallen Angel

For @theworldisafuckingbleak because we both bow to our wife no matter where she falls and for the birthday wish / cake

#helaena targaryen #it’s not the best but you won’t get much for fallen angel on Pinterest I’m afraid #hotd women as mythical creatures #the finale #if I may #angel #fallen angel #luckily a devil is always there to catch her #helaegon moodboards

[corroded-hellfire]

Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

Words: 3.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes. 

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are. 

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early. 

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong. 

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes. 

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up. 

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him. 

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her. 

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures. 

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.” 

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.” 

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does. 

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.” 

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice. 

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide. 

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie. 

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent. 

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless. 

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses. 

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros. 

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.  

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him. 

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated. 

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie. 

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add. 

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason. 

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear. 

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin. 

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison. 

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers. 

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad. 

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.” 

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles. 

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies. 

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture. 

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?” 

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds. 

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion. 

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone. 

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out. 

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends. 

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!” 

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much. 

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s. 

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders. 

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.  

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes. 

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil. 

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her. 

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.  

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile. 

“Ready to go in?” you ask. 

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey. 

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her. 

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.” 

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class. 

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie.  “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges. 

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her. 

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her. 

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you. 

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk. 

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.  

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you. 

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge. 

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle. 

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in. 

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle. 

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask. 

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth. 

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table. 

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one. 

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit. 

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you. 

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.” 

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine. 

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines. 

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.  

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud. 

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #AYW #AYWS #older!eddie

[chrollohearttags]

Okay Cherry if this is any good indulge me by going wild with this prompt loosely based on my life at work. If it's not good then this never happened lmaooo!

Picture this, Eren works as a salesmen for whatever company you want and one of his charges has a sweet secretary type who always starts off the phone call real formal but then slips into this cheery, almost flirty tone as she rattles on about her bad knee or the latest video game or her yarn order out for delivery last she checked 20 minutes ago (a lil self-indulgent, i know).

He always indulges her and even shares some insights on his life too so now they have each other's sun signs, favorite color, and worst month before she passes the call over to her boss to make the weekly orders.

But one week he's in her city, kinda like a "stop in and say hi to your clients/rep the company" type of deal and he finally sets eyes on the sweetheart who always has a comeback for whatever silliness she gets him to say and dammit if this man didn't almost fallover when he sets eyes on that pretty face. And fuck him side ways when he catches her retreating to the back room. He'll obviously be around the next day around closing time to hopefully take the little lady out (and give her the deepest backshots) before he has to fly home next week.

AHFHDHRJDGSHS babes your mind!!!! >>>>>> this is so genius!!! 🫠🫠🫠 I hope I can do it justice tbh because this has my wheels turning! And thank you for all the beautiful asks you sent me, I’m so sorry it’s taken this long for me to get around to them. But I promise I will be answering them all VERY soon!! 🥹🫶🏾

Eren always strived to be the best at what he done. Whether it was athletics or academics, he always excelled above his peers in every area. The same applied once he was hired as a salesman for the Mercedes Benz dealership in his city. It didn’t take long for the young associate to find success in his career field. From his devilish good looks to his suave charm…possessing the gift of gab that could sell flames to the devil. It didn’t take long before he was the highest earning employee in not the district but soon the region. In a year’s time, he had worked his way up to regional manager and oversaw the entire store.

it came with big responsibilities but even bigger perks. He got to travel to all these places on the company’s dime. Stay in lavish hotels, work poolside and even party all at their expense. But it was to be expected of a young, handsome bachelor like himself. Even so, he was as cautious as he was reliable. He worked hard to maintain his standing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t long for the companionship of another person as well. Luckily for him, he found it in the form of someone he’d least expect. While sifting through a new client list for potential tools and parts for the auto repair team, he came across one that he had never seen before but soon, he’d become even more acquainted with them..or rather, the person who was always on the other end. Yes, the sweet, cheery voice of the babe who answered every phone call. The one who always addressed him as ‘sir’ or Mr. Jaeger and would relay his messages with efficiency along with a ‘my pleasure’ in the most angelic voice he’d ever heard. One that sent flutters all throughout his body each time he heard it. Eventually, he had to know the name of the little lady who had him grinning from ear to ear as he sat with his feet propped up on his office desk. “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, miss? I’d love to put a name to that beautiful voice.” Naturally, she divulges him and reveals her identity. “The name’s (y/n) (l/n). Of course, sweetheart and love suits me just fine.” As he had spoiled you with the sweet pet names. That you’d return with a quickness and send him into a blushing fit. Very unbecoming of the normally collected and stoic man. Eventually, he’d keep the conversations going on a bit longer than anticipated or allowed just to hear more from the once anonymous woman; finding solace, comfort and routine in hearing about work and personal affairs. Chatting it up with you long after the business side of things had been conducted.

time went on and the two of you had grown quite fond and accustomed to the regular phone calls that ensued almost three times a week at this point. Laughing and joking like old friends whom had known each other forever. “I swear, I call at least three times a week and you always answer. Do they ever give you a break?” “Poor things, they’d fall apart without me. Besides, it’s not all bad. I get talk to you so I’d say I’m pretty lucky.” Of course, he loved the flattery. You would find anything to speak on just to keep the conversation going. From your newest crochet project, to his recent acquisition of those new sneakers he’d had his heart and sights set on for a while. Everything from favorite foods, TV shows and colors were revealed in the calls. The funniest perhaps, may have been the topic of astrology and zodiac signs and he had not the slightest clue about that but by the next chat, he told you his sun, rising and moon and you couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fact that he could rattle it off so easily now. “What? A man can’t get curious? It’s interesting stuff.” “Absolutely. I just think it’s so cute. Maybe we can talk about it in person one day over some coffee.”

he holds you to that offer..about a week or so after that conversation when he pays a visit to your workplace as part of a client check in. Essentially shaking hands to maintain good relations with the vendors. But it wasn’t until he went up to the reception desk that he’d get the shock of a lifetime to learn that the pretty lady sitting before him was the one behind the beautiful voice that he chopped it up with almost daily. Big, bouffant curls, round glasses on that gorgeous face with a divine complexion and the most innocuous of eyes. His heart thudded and his face visibly flushed red when you told him your name and extended a hand to properly introduce yourself. It doesn’t take long for him to return it and with a kiss to boot. “I’m happy to finally put a face to that adorable voice.” Smirking as he proceeds to turn and address your other coworkers, who were mechanics and techs, but it’s when you get up to head to the back room; inviting him along under the guise that you had some paperwork for him to complete. And he follows with bells on!..

once you two are alone, all bets are off along with every article of clothing on your bodies. Propping you up on a countertop and grasping the backs of your thick thighs because they looked too good swaying in that tight skirt. Only after a very intense makeout session. Shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths as if you were long distance lovers and not perfect strangers. Even so, it didn’t let up there…peeling your top off and groping those beautiful tits that fit so perfectly in his palms. Taking those sweet little brown nipples into his mouth and suckling as you rode his fingers that he shoved knuckle deep into those thin lace panties. “Mr. Jaeger…” crying out so sweetly that it made his cock twitch in those slacks. Hastily pulling it out as he smirked against your lips. “Please, call me Eren, baby. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we?” And that much was apparent by the way he propped your leg on his shoulder and looked into your eyes as he finally slid inside of you and began thrusting up into you. Feeding you deep, long strokes without so much as a second of breaking eye contact. Your head fell back for a second and he secured it with a hand to the back of your neck. Moaning and whimpering but trying to remain quiet because you’d be fired on the spot if caught. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Look at me while I fuck you..” spoken like a man who knew exactly how to handle a girl like you. Giving you the best dick you’ve had in ages and possibly ever!.. “you’re so tight..fuck.” Grunting as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving soft kisses along the curvature of it. You’d claw your freshly done nails into the flesh of his exposed shoulder blades; right over those tattoos he got done when he was younger. Begging him not to stop as he pounds your pussy relentlessly.

“Right there! Oh shit..” only retracting long enough to spin you around and hit you from behind. Leaving smacks on that big, plump ass that rippled with each stroke. How simple, innocent conversations about knitting and TV shows had turned into this juicy little love affair so quickly…you guys would never know. It could be attributed to the subtle flirtation or the bubbling sexual tension that could no longer be ignored by either party. Regardless, the two of you were knee (or balls) deep rather into this illustrious rendezvous. From the counter top to the coffee table where he fed you collapsed backshots. The whole thing went on until you both reached your peaks. “C’mere, baby. On your knees” ushering you to your feet so that he could paint that pretty face and tongue with his nut. To which he’d kiss you afterwards..

needless to say, he was quite smitten with you after that day. Even having flowers delivered to your desk before you arrived for your shift. Rather than communicating via company lines, you exchanged phone numbers and started texting. Where he phoned you up and invited you out to a nice dinner. Underneath candlelight at the finest Italian restaurant in town. He was a complete and total gentleman, who made that week one of the most memorable you’ve ever had.

something told you it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of the smooth talking salesman

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #cherry’s sweetpeas 🌷🍒 #aot x black reader #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren x black reader smut #eren jaeger smut #black reader smut #eren aot #eren yeager #eren x y/n #eren #eren x black reader #aot drabbles #aot imagines #eren imagines #eren headcanons #black fem reader #eren drabble #aot hcs #snk smut #snk au #cw smut #cw sex mention #queued posts #queued

[rogueddie]

Fake Dating Steddie Fic Rec

Important: READ THE TAGS! Leave a comment and kudos! If I was only allowed read fake dating fics like these, I would die happy 🤞

I Like to See You in the Morning Light

BonitaBreezy

"Wait,” Eddie said, his drug-addled brain catching up suddenly. “Wait! My alibi is that I was having sex with Steve Harrington?”

After it all, Eddie Munson is left to pick up the cracked pieces of his life. Luckily, he has new friends to fall back on.

Words : 27,362 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

you want it straight from the heart (why can't this be love?)

emryses

Steve let out a long sigh. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your fake boyfriend, okay?”

“You could at least sound happier about it,” Robin muttered.

Words : 12,417 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

i’ve got you under my skin

strawberryspence

Steve Harrington has to marry Eddie Munson (also know as the Devil Incarnate), so Eddie won’t get deported back to Canada and for Steve to finally achieve his dream to be a producer.

Or: The Proposal AU Steddie Edition

Words : 49,923 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Saying I love you to your best friend, and to the friend that could perhaps be something more

songsformonkeys

Ever since he discovered that he liked girls - and that, generally, girls liked him too - Steve Harrington has not spent a single Valentine's Day alone. 1987 is shaping up to be the first and that really sucks.

Eddie, fed up with listening to Steve's complaining, agrees to be his date for the day.

Words : 5,901 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

Invitations

nbfutureboy

Steve’s being harassed about his love life, and enlists Eddie’s help over Christmas break to get Dustin off his back. All he has to do is pretend to be Steve’s boyfriend in front of all of his loved ones!

Words : 6,902 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Let's Be More Than Strangers

DrowningByDegrees

It’s meant to be a one-off favor to Robin, Eddie passing himself off as her boyfriend. Robin gets to hang onto the secret of why she never so much as bats an eyelash at the guys who come into Scoops Ahoy. Eddie gets more ice cream than he knows what to do with and the opportunity to pull one over on the former King of Hawkins High. Unfortunately, it all works just a little too well, and Eddie finds himself continuing to come back.

Words : 19,592 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Can we always be friends? (We've got too much love)

sparrow_in_hawkins

Steve offers to be Robin's pretend boyfriend to get the guys at school to leave her alone. She's reluctant at first, until Steve admits that he's not interested in dating girls anymore anyway.

Meanwhile, Eddie's encounters with Steve Harrington had always been brief, but he could never help being captivated by him. Naturally, he doesn't know how to react as Steve starts popping into his life more than ever--probably should do nothing, because Steve has a girlfriend. Right?

Words : 42,525 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

i know what you want from me

hyxzw

After two years of getting rejected from college, and totaling nineteen of disappointing his father, Steve Harrington decides to finally reclaim his life by spending the summer kissing Eddie Munson.

Words : 86,788 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

A Coat of Paint

songbvrd

Steve agrees to help Eddie paint his trailer, but isn't prepared for the bisexual crisis it sends him spiralling into.

Words : 56,334 Chapters : 13/13 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Two Truths and a Lie About Steve Harrington

endzela

Steve is desperate to find a date for his high school reunion, and his best friend Eddie volunteers to pretend to be his boyfriend. What Eddie doesn't know, however, is that Steve has had a crush on him ever since they became friends in college, and although Steve is not planning on letting him find out about it now, spending a week together in the same room might make things difficult. Especially since Eddie keeps flirting with him at every chance he gets.

Words : 20,057 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec #there will probably be a second part to this #I love fake dating fics so much #but I'm a slow reader so #don't hold your breath lol

[fiapartridge]

💌 and gabe!

this is like my fave ever! ugh i love fluff

“You have a little something on your nose there,” he chuckled, dotting your nose with his vanilla frosting-covered spatula.

A couple days ago, you had suggested that you two bake cupcakes together to bring to his house for the holidays. It was going to be your first time meeting his family and you couldn’t be more nervous. You had to make a good impression; you didn’t know what you would do if you weren’t with Gabe. Actually, you’d probably still be doing well given the fact that your success doesn’t depend on a man, but still—he meant a lot to you.

You gasped, swiping your now cold and currently wet nose with your index finger, inspecting the damage and also taking a light lick of the delicious mixture. “You’re dead, Perreault.”

He raised his brow, a smirk playing on the boy’s lips. “Yeah?”

He had a couple inches on you, or more so a whole foot, but that never deterred your ambitious spirit. He had always laughed at you when you stood on your tippy toes, trying to catch his lips in a kiss or whenever you jumped into his arms whenever he came home from a roadie. And while yes, you were a bit on the smaller side, you always had one thing that he couldn’t resist.

“Mhm,” you smiled up at him, your toes rising as you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his head tilted down to look at his beautiful girl. He always reminded you how beautiful you were, but you never believed him. He would spend his whole life telling you, hoping that one day you would feel it too. His hands hugged your torso. “I can’t wait to meet your family,” you said softly, the sound of the oven baking the last batch of cupcakes long gone as you gazed into his moss-green eyes. 

His shit-eating smirk softened to a small twinkle, his expression so in love you could practically see hearts in his eyes. “They’re gonna love you so much I’m probably gonna have to rip my sister away from you.”

“Well, based on how much you told me about Lil, you’re gonna have to rip me away from her. Honestly, I might start liking her more than you.”

He huffed out a laugh, leaving a light kiss on your forehead. “Guess I have competition now, huh?”

You hummed in response, falling down onto your heels and resting your head on his chest. His heart beated softly, instilling a sense of calm in your anxious mind. His chin rested atop your head as you sighed, peaceful and still. You would be okay, you told yourself. As long as you have Gabe, you will be okay.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Thank you for doing this; you didn’t have to.”

“Gotta make ‘em like me, right?” you chuckled.

“They’ll like you no matter what. It’s hard not to love you.”

You grinned up at him. “Well, luckily for you, you’ll never have to know what it’s like not to.” Your words were like kisses on skin. Gabe had never been in love before you came into his life. He was so sure that he was going to end up alone; his hockey life being too much for any girl, but when you sat next to him in class, your bouncy ponytail swinging with every swish of your head and the way you raised your hand on the hardest of questions, the smartest person in class, he knew that that was it. He was done for.

“But,” you squinted your eyes.

His brow raised.

“You might hate me after this one,” you smirked, taking a handful of frosting from the bowl behind you and lathering it all over his face. Covered in a white sheet of frosting, Gabe held your cheeks, kissing every single inch of your face, consequently getting the frosting all over your face as you protested, pushing against his chest as you laughed loudly.

“GABE!” you screamed, laughing as his kisses tickled your cheeks and the frosting slid onto your eyelids. 

Pulling away, Gabe gazed at his masterpiece, an evil grin planted on his lips. “I think we’re gonna have to make more frosting.”

You scoffed, grabbing a towel from the counter and swiping it across your eyes, getting a good look at the devil you call your boyfriend. “You think?”

#> fias 600 celly! ★ #gabe perreault #gabe perreault fluff #gabe perreault imagines #gabe perreault x reader #gabe perreault imagine #gabe perreault blurb #boston college hockey

[sissylittlefeather]

In honor of Halloween...

"Devil in Disguise"

I wrote a vampire fic but PLOT TWIST Elvis isn't the vampire.

YOU ARE!

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI!!!! Kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), a little girl on girl action, threesome (MFF), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also vampire bites and blood drinking

A/N: this was a fun stretch for me. Please let me know what you think!

Inspired by these pics:

You've honestly forgotten how many years you've been a vampire. You know you were turned at the end of the American Civil War as a means of survival for your children, who are all dead now anyway. After your youngest passed, you moved to France. You followed the American soldiers here in 1944, since they had literally been your bread and butter since you were turned. Now, the war was over, but your job as a dancer at the Moulin Rouge was too good to leave and there was still a steady stream of young men, and even soldiers at times, to keep you well-fed and young(ish)-looking. You had been 33 when you were turned, so that was your permanent age, but when you were well-fed the men assumed you were younger and never bothered to ask if you weren't.

None of the other dancers knew what you were except for Anya, who was also like you and had been a refugee after the Russian revolution. While she was younger, she had become your closest friend in the years since you'd come to Paris.

She was the one who alerted you to the presence of one Elvis Presley in the spring of 1959. You'd seen him on television and knew he was in Germany with the Army, but you hadn't expected him to show up here.

"He's on furlough. The girls are fighting over who will get to be with him first." Anya whispers to you as you get dressed. Luckily you've learned to understand her thick accent. She knew you were always looking for a new challenge and she preferred rich, older gentlemen, so she wasn't interested in this boy, as she thought of him.

"Oh, Anya, I don't know. I'm exhausted and he's sure to be surrounded by photographers and fans. It'll be hard to get him alone."

"You're tired because..." she leans in and speaks softly, "you need to feed. And how fun would he be?"

"Maybe. I don't want to compel him, though. That's too easy."

"Then don't. Go out there and show these little girls how a woman works." She slaps your ass and gives you a wink before walking to line up for the opening dance.

******

After your dances are finished, you're sent to mingle with the men in the club and see if you can't score a few extra tips. You see the throng of people and assume that must be where he is. Swinging your hips as you walk, you move to a spot in his eye line, but far enough away to not draw the attention of the crowd. He's got dancers all around him and he must've kissed a half dozen of them already, but you recognize the look in his eye. It's the same look you have on most nights. He's hungry for a challenge, something new and exciting and not the same girls falling at his feet.

That's when his eyes meet yours. They lock for a good thirty second before his gaze moves down your body. He takes in your black and red bodice and fishnet hose, all the way down to the black heels on your feet and back up again to the feathers stuck in your hair. But you know what he wants, so you pull your eyes away from his magnetic stare and start to walk away, a look of disinterest on your face.

You move slowly across the room, talking and flirting with patrons as you do. Still, you can feel his eyes on you, tracking you like a predator with prey. Little does he know, he's the prey in this scenario and he's falling perfectly into your snare.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him dismissing the girls around him and trying to shake the crowd that follows him, assuring them he'll be right back. But you know better. Once he's yours, he'll be yours for the night.

You keep making your way around the room until you feel a soft hand on your shoulder and a voice in your ear.

"You runnin' away from me, mama?" You turn to face him with a bored smile.

"Should I be?" The hunger in his eyes intensifies with your apathy towards him.

"I'm told I'm a pretty good time. You might not want to run away just yet." He's laying it on thick for you, smiling devilishly, with his lip curled just so. You have to admit, he is very good looking, and you smile in spite of yourself. He leans his head back a little, confident he's got you now.

"Come on, mama. Let's go somewhere we can talk."

That didn't take long. He's less of a challenge than you thought he'd be. Turns out his hunger is your best weapon.

"Follow me." You smile up at him through your lashes and make your way to the door that leads backstage. Once you're back there with a little privacy, you push him up against the wall and kiss him deeply, running your hands down his front to the top of his pants and then back up. At first, he's caught off guard, but it doesn't take him long to wrap his arms around you and pull your body in close to his. He has some skill with his tongue and you realize that you're hungrier than you thought you were. You feel your fangs start to extend, so you pull away quickly and grab his hand, practically dragging him to one of the rooms you use for this sort of thing. He doesn't complain about your speed, though.

When you get inside, you turn and lock the door behind you.

"Damn, baby. Somebody knows what she wants."

"You have no idea." You round on him, trying to keep your fangs hidden until the right moment. You don't want to scare him away too quickly. It takes everything inside you not to just pounce on him, but you take a deep breath and feel your fangs retract.

You push him backwards to the edge of the couch.

"Sit down."

"Yes ma'am." His eyes sparkle with the excitement of being told what to do. You can tell he's used to being in charge, but he's not opposed to letting you take control. You walk over to the record player and put on something jazzy and sensual. The more aroused he is, the more vitality you can derive from his blood. When you get back in front of him he reaches out and puts both hands on your hips.

"Nuh uh." You move his hands back to his lap. "Just look. Don't touch."

"Mmm." He grunts and bites his bottom lip as you begin to move in front of him. You sway your hips seductively and touch your body as you dance. Slowly, you reach behind you and unzip your bodice, letting it fall to the floor. The only thing you have on underneath is your fishnet hose and his mouth drops at the sight in front of him. He adjusts his pants and you know he's well on his way to where you need him. You slide the hose down and kick off your shoes until you're standing in front of him completely naked. He still hasn't closed his mouth or been able to make a sound. You straddle him on the couch and reach for his tie. His hands go to your breasts and again you stop him.

"Did I say you could touch?" He whimpers.

"Honey, please..."

"I will tell you when you can touch me." He whines and flexes his hands before he puts them back at his sides. You begin to undress him slowly, first his tie, then his jacket, and finally his shirt, running your fingers across his chest lightly. He barely even has hair there.

"I need to touch you. Please." He looks at you with puppy dog eyes and bucks his hips up into you. You feel his hardness pushing against his pants. Then, you stand up again and he moans.

"No, honey, I'm sorry..."

"Take off your pants." He does as he's told and frantically removes his pants and shoes and then sits back down on the couch. His cock bounces in his lap and you can't help but be a little impressed by the size of it.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes, please, mama." He looks at you with his eyes wide, dick twitching. You walk toward him and he reaches out, first cautiously and then hungrily, his hands exploring your body feverishly. He pulls you down into his lap and kisses you passionately. He lays you on your back on the couch and kisses down your neck. You put your hand on the top of his head and gently push him down toward your center.

He smiles. He can do this part well and he knows it. When his mouth makes contact with your clit, you yelp a little because it feels so good. He really is talented with his tongue and it's obvious as he licks and laps at you. Then, he slides two of his long fingers inside you and starts to move them in and out. The sensation is almost overwhelming and you feel your orgasm building deep in your core. He knows he's almost got you there too, so he picks up the pace of his hand and tightens his tongue to a point as he licks over and around your clit. Finally, the waves crash over you, sending heat and electricity to your fingertips and back again. You shudder and pulse around his hand and he does that boyish grin again.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" You ask as he makes his way back up your body.

"Honey, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." You push him up into a sitting position and straddle him again, slowly sinking onto his cock until you're stuffed to the hilt with him. He groans and leans his head back on the couch. You feel your fangs extend again with the pleasure and do your best to keep your mouth closed, but his neck is exposed and you're so hungry...

"Honey? You okay?" You realize that you've stopped moving and snap back to reality.

"Mhmm!" You go back to grinding on his lap, pushing him deeper and deeper. That was too close. You have to keep yourself under control better until he's lost in a post-sex drunken haze. Why is he getting to you like this? You need to not let yourself get this hungry.

"Fuck, mama. This feels so good. I'm getting close." You stop and stand up off of him. "What? Why?"

"Not yet." He breathes deeply and leans his head back on the couch again. You grab a robe off the back of the door.

"I'll be right back."

You step out into the hallway and almost run smack into Anya.

"Oh thank God. I need your help. I'm having a hard time controlling myself. Help me finish him off." Anya looks at you concerned.

"Okay. I will help you." This isn't the first time this has happened. You've helped her and she's helped you before. Balancing the desires and hunger as a vampire is a delicate business. Sometimes it takes two of you to keep each other in line.

You open the door again and step in with Anya. He sits up and attempts to cover himself with his hand.

You unzip Anya's bodice and let it fall to the floor, pulling her into a deep kiss, your breasts pressed up against each other. Elvis sits on the couch with his mouth open again, unsure of what to do next. When you both turn to him, he sits up straight and swallows hard. His cock bounces in his hand as he looks at you both there naked in front of him. You sit on either side of him on the couch. Anya's hand goes to his dick and you pull him into a kiss. You add your hand to hers and he groans, watching you both work with his eyes wide.

"Holy fuck." He whispers as you lean in and kiss each other again over him as you touch him. Together, you lay him down on the couch. Anya climbs onto his face and he goes to work. But when you slide his cock into you, you hear him moan audibly. You begin to bounce up and down on him quickly and he grabs your hips. He has a hard time deciding what to do with his hands as Anya sits on his face and you sit on his dick. He gets her to an orgasm pretty quickly, being as skilled as he is and she stands up off of him. He's surprised when you lean in and kiss him, even with Anya's desire on his lips. He thrusts into you from underneath and you feel another orgasm forming, your fangs starting to descend. She can tell you're struggling, so Anya leans in and kisses you hard.

"I think he's almost ready." She whispers with her thick accent. She grabs his hands and holds them above his head while you fuck him.

"'M gonna come, mama." He groans. You don't stop. Instead, you move faster, your own orgasm just a couple of thrusts away. You slam into each other faster and faster, harder and harder, all while Anya holds his hands. Finally, you scream and he cusses loudly.

"Yes, fuck, oh my god!" He pumps into you weakly as he shudders and fills you with warmth. You come too, hard, and your fangs come out one last time. You can no longer hide them and you lean forward to the soft supple skin of his neck.

"What?!" He begs, but doesn't fight back. You gently pierce him with your teeth and suck as the blood comes quickly. It's sweetened with the energy of his desire and his release and it fills you in a way you didn't think was possible.

As you finish, Anya releases his arms and you lick the tiny marks on his neck, knowing your saliva will heal it quickly.

"Did you just bite me?" He asks drunkenly.

"I did."

"I liked it."

"Most of you do, you just don't know it until it happens."

Anya kisses your forehead and grabs her things, wrapping the robe around herself and disappearing through the door.

He sits up and wraps his arms around you.

"Did you get younger?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Make me like you."

"Oh, no, honey, I would never."

"Why not? Please?" He looks at you with his round blue eyes and you see the pain there. You kiss his hair and hold him close to your chest.

"You don't really want this. I promise."

"What if I really do?"

"I'm not turning Elvis Presley into a vampire."

"Then I'll find someone who will." You look deeply into his sex-drunk eyes.

"We'll talk about this in the morning." You curl up next to him on the couch as sleep approaches both of you.

"I'm not changing my mind."

You drift off in his arms, thinking about what it would mean to release him into the world as a new vampire. Is that a responsibility you're willing to accept? Is it really what he wants? Can you be the vampire that makes the most famous man on the planet immortal?

You don't know. But tonight, you were the vampire that fucked and drank Elvis Presley. And who else can say that?

******

Hope that was a fun treat!

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Taglist:

@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @ashtag6887 @your-nanas-house @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows

Sorry if you didn't want a tag in this one! Either way, I hope some of you enjoy this little Halloween treat!

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[vodika-vibes]

hello!!! Any chance you’d be willing to write an Ezra x Reader with opal and winter??? I read your other Ezra fic and liked it so much I wanted to see another one! Preferably while he’s still with the ghost crew (like 18 or 19), if ya can! Thanks so much 😀

Life Day Conversations

Summary: It’s hard, being on the run from the Empire. You signed up for it, sure, but it’s still hard. Luckily, Ezra is always there to help you feel better about the choices you made.

Pairing: Ezra Bridger x Reader

Word Count: 722

Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love

Warnings: Kind of bittersweet, based off of what I know happens to Ezra

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I still haven't watched Rebels. I just don't have the time, so I hope I didn't butcher him too badly. And I'm sorry if I did.

“Are you sure you want to stay out here?” Hera asks from the ramp of the ship, shivering as she pulls the thick winter jacket tighter around her, “It’s freezing.”

You glance at her, and flash the smallest smile, “Yeah. Just a little longer. I won’t stay out long, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it. We can’t afford anyone catching pneumonia.” You hear the sound of her clomping back up the ramp, and you sigh and tilt your head back, your eyes drifting shut.

1 year.

It’s been one year since the day you defected from the empire. A year since the last time you saw your parents, your siblings, your nephews.

You don’t regret it. Not really.

The Empire is made up of monsters, the worst kinds of monsters. Monsters who look like your next door neighbor.

But you’ve never felt so alone in all your life.

Though, you’re fairly certain that your loneliness stems from the fact that this is the first major holiday away from your family. And as much as you love Hera and Kannan and Jacen…you can’t help but feel like you’re intruding.

You release a slow breath, your eyes opening again as you feel something cold and wet against your cheek. “Huh. It’s snowing-”

How…sad.

It fits your mood perfectly.

“Knock, knock.” You start at the familiar voice from behind you, and you turn to blink at Ezra, “I know you don’t like it when people just barge in, but I figure since there’s no doors-” He trails off, “I bring hot cocoa?”

“Hera is going to kill you if she catches you out here.” You note as you slide over on the boulder to let him join you.

“Pft. I’m not afraid of her.” Ezra hands you both thermos and jumps up to join you, before taking his thermos back, “I also brought a blanket, to ward off the cold.”

You shoot him a look, “What’s wrong, Bridger? Can’t handle a little cold?”

“Hera will kill both of us if either of us get sick, so scoot in. We’re gonna get cozy.”

“I thought you weren’t afraid of her.”

“Wasn’t me, must have been the devil speaking through me.” Ezra says solemnly, before he tucks the blanket around himself and then you, “So, why are you looking so glum?”

“I’m not.”

“Are too. What, you think I can’t tell what you’re feeling?” You scowl at him and he grins as he taps your temple, “Jedi, remember.”

“Cheater.”

“Is it cheating to use your god given powers-”

“Yes.”

He laughs, and drapes his arm over your shoulder, “Come on. It’s just me.”

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you sigh and drop your head on his shoulder, “It’s my first Life Day without my family. I suppose I’m feeling a little…melancholic.”

“You having second thoughts?”

“No.” You shake your head, “Just…feeling a bit lonely.”

“Well, that’ll happen when you’re sitting out in the cold rather than celebrating with your chosen family,” Ezra points out gently, “What’s really bothering you?”

“...I don’t know.” You pause, and pull your knees up to rest your chin on them, “What happens when you leave?”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sure, you say that now-”

“No.” He turns to face you and holds his pinky out for you to hook, “I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever.” He wiggles his pinky at you, “You know a pinky promise is eternal.”

“What are you, five?”

“Five times more fun than you.” Ezra quips. “Come on, even if I do have to go away for whatever reason, I’m always going to come back to you.”

“Until you don’t.”

“Nope. Always. Forever. I’ll always be faithful to you. I love you after all.”

You sigh and hook your finger with his, “Then, I hope you know that I’ll always be faithful to you too.”

Ezra beams at you and uses your joined fingers to tug you in so he’s able to kiss you, “Now, we’d better get back inside before Hera sends Sabine after us.”

“Oh…well…”

Ezra hops down off the boulder, and offers you his hand with a blinding smile, “Come on, gorgeous. It’s Life Day, you shouldn’t be alone.”

You release a quiet sigh, but slide down the boulder to take his hand. 

Maybe change isn’t so bad after all.

#star wars #star wars rebels #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #ezra bridger x reader #ezra x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

[lizzy-theshyone]

Soft Moments

a/n: I know I said that I want to write some reader inserts but I couldn't keep it for this one. This is something more wholesome so please bare with me qwq

summary: If Lailah only listened and trusted him for keeping his promise. Luckily Bael did this time, otherwise she would have been in danger.

cw: Implied sexual content, mention of alcohol and drugs

Ship: (Implied Beelzebub x MC x Bael), Bael x MC

word count: 1607

“I’m almost done, Lailah… I promise. You can go ahead, I’ll catch up to you as soon as I am done with all the paperwork.”

An empty promise again. Lailah paces around in the bedroom she shares with her boyfriends. Even though it’s mostly her and Bael since Beelzebub never really is in Abyssos. Anger bubbles up inside of her as his words continue to echo in her head.

“He should just tell me if he doesn’t want to spend time with me…” she mutters to herself but then Lailah stops in her tracks as she looks out of the window, watching the illuminated city streets as an idea pops up in her mind.

“He’ll catch up… Then he should act on it…” the female whispers angrily, blinded by her emotions.

Without any other thought, she leaves the bedroom and heads for the front doors of the palace. He said he’ll catch up to her, right? So it wouldn’t be too bad if she goes ahead into the city, right? Oh, how wrong she is.

Roaming the back streets of the city, Lailah is incredibly blinded by her emotions so she doesn’t notice some Devils following her. As the Daughter of Solomon she is some kind of a celebrity in Hell, but being a celebrity loved by everyone still has its dangers.

“Ah fuck… Where am I? I have been here before but can’t remember where to go now.” Lailah concludes. She stops abruptly and looks around. Abyssos is dangerous even without the angels attacking and she knows that, but her irrational thoughts got the best of her and now she regrets it.

“I hope he won’t be mad at me…” she murmurs nervously when she turns around in order to go back to the palace only to find herself cornered by the Devils that followed her.

“It’s a rare sight to see the Daughter of Solomon alone in the streets of Abyssos. Let us treat you to a drink.” One of the Devils says in a cheerful manner.

Well fuck.

“Would you like to try some high quality drugs as well?” Another one asks and holds a bag with some purple powder out to her.

Lailah tries to swallow that lump in her throat, that has built itself up due to the increasing anxiety. If stranger danger has a personification, it is Lailah.

With a nervous smile she shakes her head, frantic eyes look for an escape route. She knows those Devils wouldn’t want to hurt her, they are drawn to her because of her heritage. They won’t hurt her, right?

“That’s a very kind offer, but I’m afraid I have to decline. I have an urgent appointment.” Lailah claims with a shaky voice. Cold sweat runs down her neck. She shouldn’t have left the palace on her own. She should have waited in the bedroom for Bael, instead of running off alone into the streets of Abyssos, knowing that others would try to get to her, even though if they are nice.

“Are you sure you don’t have some spare time? Solomon always tried to make time for us.” A third one presses and gets a little closer to the female.

Solomon did, but Lailah is not Solomon himself. Her breath hitches in her throat, unable to speak up again she backs away slowly, her body shaking slightly, until she bumps into someone behind her. She turns her head and sighs in relief when she sees Bael standing right behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“The Daughter of Solomon has an appointment with me, so please excuse us.” He tells those Devils while his arm tightens around her waist. The Devils look at each other in confusion and without any other words, the substitute King picks the female up bridal style and leaves the scene with her. His grip on her is tight as he carries her wordlessly back to the palace.

Lailah on the other side fidgets with her hands, unable to read her savior’s face. Is he mad? Is he relieved? He could be anything but happy with how her little stunt went.

“We talk about that at home, Lailah…” Bael announces with his voice being firm as he doesn’t even look at her, his eyes are focused on the busy streets of Abyssos.

He sounds disappointed but not mad, which is not so bad but not so good either. She imagined something better like cuddling or getting laid instead of getting scolded for her reckless behavior which is his right after all. Since she knows how dangerous Abyssos is, especially around this hour. The streets are packed with all kinds of people and not only the nice ones.

The dissonance of the city is far from enough to drown out the silent tension between Bael and Lailah. The dead air between them remains the whole way through the city and into the bedroom. The Devil places her carefully on the bed before he settles down next to her and pulls her close.

“I know you were mad at me for telling you I need to finish the paperwork, but I can’t have you to going out alone at this hour. I know others don’t want to potentially harm you but the city is dangerous… Lailah, you already have a damn target branded on your chest because of that bastard Seraph Gabriel… I can’t have you in any more danger than you already are…” Bael explains in a half lecturing way as he holds her close, his arms are wrapped around her waist and his head is resting on top of hers.

“I know… I’m sorry… I didn’t want to worry you because you have enough stuff to worry about. I was just… mad and felt a little bit neglected though I know you don’t neglect me in any possible way. “ The female whispers and snuggles up to her boyfriend for comfort. The comforting feeling of his arms wrapped around her makes her feel safe and sound. She closes her eyes and hums contentedly, breathing in his calming scent. A long period of soothing silence follows.

“I don’t know why but I really appreciate to have you all to myself once in a while… But I don’t want to come across as selfish. We are three people in this relationship after all…” Bael whispers into Lailah’s hair, breaking the silence, while he draws circles on her skin with his gloved fingers.

Lailah can’t help but chuckle about that, smiling to herself a little and opens her eyes again.

“Treat it like a reward for doing all the hard work that isn’t actually yours… You’re doing great, Bael… but you need to take more breaks, you workaholic idiot.” She states sternly reaching up to pinch his cheek, but giggles as he grabs her wrist and plants a soft kiss on it. This little gesture reminds her that he treats her like a princess whenever they get to spend time together.

“I know… I know, but I want to get the excessive amount of work finished… Though it becomes more instead of less…” Bael mutters and falls backwards into the pillows with his girlfriend and kisses her forehead briefly, earning himself a sweet giggle of her that makes him smile warmly at Lailah. He relaxes a little further and plays with a few of her purple strands of her silky hair, moving her bangs out of her face so he catches a good view on her mismatched colored eyes.

“You know how much I hate it when you do that…” Lailah complains and blushes as he does so, breaking eye contact with him but as soon as she feels his hand on her cheek, she looks at him again shyly. His soft smile sends a warm feeling to her stomach before she leans forward and steals herself a kiss from him.

“I just love looking at your eyes… I think they compliment each other… the dark blue that reminds me of the sea, the yellowish gold that almost matches my own eyes. I know you hate them for their mismatching color, so I have to love them and I am required to love them for you as well…” the Devil confesses with a loving smile on his face and leans in closer to her, his lips almost touching hers.

They keep looking at each other for a while, seemingly minutes, before Bael finally closes the distance between them and kisses her softly, his eyes closing slowly to let himself fall into the comfort of their tender moment. Lailah does the same, letting out a soft sigh and her hands are pressing against him to steady herself a little and to maintain this little moment between them as innocent and civil as possible.

“Only making out tonight? Nothing more?” Bael asks as he pulls away a little with a smirk on his face. His voice is husky and it appears like he is left breathlessly. He pulls her tight to his body by her waist before he takes the initiative to pin her down beneath him, causing her blush to grow bigger.

“As long as we don’t break the bed again, I- I don’t mind us getting at it…” Lailah stutters out while she stares up at him along with a certain sparkle in her eyes, her cheeks have a bright pink hue to them. A smug smile is tugging at the corners of her lips that are sealed with those of her boyfriend as soon as the sentence leaves her mouth, therefore they can finally indulge into their small moment of intimacy.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb #whb bael #whb mc #whb fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #lizzy writes

[yanderelovlies]

Devil May Cry reverse au headcanons

The Legendary Hunter: Vergil Sparda:

He is the legendary demon hunter who is known and loved by everyone in Fortuna. Have a demon problem? Call Vergil. Need a little help with something? Call Vergil.

He isn't good with his feelings, so acts of service are his way of showing he cares. That's how his mother taught him. He may not look like the most friendliest looking but will still help out. That's how he met the mother to his son after all.

Speaking of her, she unfortunately passed away during Nero's birth, leaving Vergil to raise the kid. Luckily, he wasn't alone since Trish and Lady, and eventually, you often helped with Nero when Vergil had missions.

He is still very awkward to affection to Nero. He hasn't had the best example, but he tries. Nero finds it kind of funny.

Unlike Canon, Dante Vergil won't touch pizza, but he would go for a good curry, not gonna lie. He isn't picky, and he is always willing to try a curry he hasn't had before.

The Alpha and The Omega: Dante Sparda

He is a rambunctious and reckless man lusting for power to beat Vergil. This has caused him to destroy everything around him while making him infamous to everyone at Devil May Cry.

He is still snarky and loud, and he uses it to hide the seething anger and betrayal he feels towards his brother. Despite how deep down he just wants his family back.

I won't lie when Dante found out Vergil had a kid it made him even more bitter. The one thing he wanted he didn't have. He doesn't take it out on Nero, but he does fight him.

He doesn't hate his brother he is just constantly upset with him. He wanted everything Vergil had. He wanted to prove to his parents that he was worth saving!

He accidentally separates Vergil and V during a fight. He got a hold of Yamato stabbing Vergil with it. It wasn't for very long, but it taught Dante that his own sword could be used for greater power.

Still really like pizza. He doesn't get to have it often, but when he does, he eats by the dozens. (He also charges it to Vergil's card)

The Devil Hunter: Nero

Even though he was still raised by his father, he still attended the Sparda church, though Vergil had no idea till shit hit the fan. It also brought Nero into his father's devil hunting buisness.

During this, Vergil was aware of Yamato's whereabouts but couldn't bring himself to hurt Nero in that way. So he got better with his demon weapons over time.

It wasn't until he first met Dante that Nero got separated from his arm. Dante wanted Yamato, so he tracked it down with the old research notes from the church.

Before that, Nero and Vergil had a good relationship. Though usually when they hang out, it's quiet between the two, only pointing out things that catch their interest, but it was a comfortable quiet.

Nero has asked about his mom. Every time he does, he sees how much love and adoration Vergil had for her.

He is a Sparda, and he is still rambunctious, but he is a little more level-headed just like his father.

#dmc x reader #dmc dante #dmc #dmc dante x reader #dmc devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda #devil may cry vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil #vergil sparda #dmc vergil x reader #dmc vergil #devil may cry dante x reader #devil may cry dante #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

Could I request an Lockwood x reader where they are often asked if they’re dating but they both deny it and in the end they confess to each other? Thanks so much :)

WISH UPON A STAR

It all started when someone in the cafe asked that one question. “Are you two dating?” I almost dropped my spoon on the table, currently being used to stir my coffee, turning to the couple in the booth opposite. “S-Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.” I stammered, my hand reaching up to fix my round, rose gold glasses. “Are you dating? I’m sorry if I startled you, but you two just look so cute together and I just had to ask.” I was at a loss for words for a moment, but luckily for me Lockwood answered my question, saving me. “Unfortunately not, madam, but I appreciate the compliment.” He flashed his gigawatt grin, smoothing down his shirt. I recovered from the momentary shock, sipping my coffee to dissipate the tension, recovering quickly. “Turning on the old charm, aren’t you?” I scoffed, tucking my strawberry blonde hair behind my ear. “Well, yes, in order to get a stranger to like you, you need to be charismatic, charming. Have you not learned that already?” “I’ve learnt that every stranger we meet turns out to think you’re a selfish jerk.” “Words hurt.” “Exactly.” Later, Lockwood was sitting with George in the kitchen, explaining everything. “They asked us if we were dating, hilarious, right?” He chuckled, pretending like he was wiping a tear from his eye. “What’s hilarious is that you two aren’t dating yet.” George muttered under his breath before speaking up, “Yeah, hilarious.” “Austin and I can never be a couple. We’re too… different.” “As in?” “We’ve two different ways of thinking.” “What you mean is that you pick the reckless way out and she picks the smart way out.” “Exactly. Two different ways of thinking,” They blinked at each other, George much more exasperated than Lockwood, who just appeared to be calm. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “So, after that, a couple next to us asked if we were dating.” “Well, are you?” Lucy asked, lying on her bed and reading while I stress-organised the makeup on our vanity, putting them according to colour. “No!” I cried, waving an eyeliner pencil in the air. “Lockwood’s a tad too reckless for me. He always has been.” “He got a lot less reckless when he met you. And you got a lot more reckless when you met him.” Lucy and I had been friends since we were small. We made a pact with Norrie to go to London, but when that backfired Lucy ran away, and when Jacob’s shut down I went after her, so we ended up here. “What do you mean ‘a lot more reckless’?” I interrogated, now waving a bottle of mascara around like a Harry Potter wand. “Remember when we had that case where you and Lockwood were trapped on the roof with a vicious Type 2?” “‘Course I remember that one, we almost died.” “Again.” We both chorused, counting the many times our lives were at stake. “But it was your idea to jump off the roof, onto the trampoline and land in the pool rather than the safer option: face it head on and wait for me and George to get up there.” “Admittedly, it wasn’t that safe to wait-” “But a million things could’ve gone wrong. Yet you did it anyway.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Lockwood, where’s my cover?” I yelled, chucking a flare nimbly at the oncoming Type 2, an angered victim of a house burglary gone wrong. I drew my rapier, holding it front of me. Admittedly, my rapier was my best tool, since I’d gained my grade 4 very quickly and now could even match and beat the likes of Kipps and Lockwood in a duel. Lockwood claimed that Kipps was a pushover, but if someone beat him at a duel? They deserve a medal. “Right here, Austin!” Speak of the devil. He ran forward, swinging the chain and lashing it forward. “Found the source. Every photo in this house has just one thing in common. Sophia Wallis wears a necklace in them, the same one each time. George messaged me saying that she was strangled to death with it.” “Real nice manner of death, don’t you think?” I said sarcastically, lunging forward and catching “It’s fascinating!” “Do you even have human emotions?!” I snapped. There’s a Type 2, Austin, focus. “Plan D.” “No way. Plan E.”

“Plan G.” “What’s G? We didn’t make a G. Did I authorise this?” “Of course you didn’t. Distract the ghost and run. We stand a better chance together than apart.” “Sound good.” We threw a flare at the same time, meeting our target and running as Sophia screamed, the sound grating my ears as we reached the bedroom, searching everywhere. “Nothing in the drawers.” I informed before moving onto the cupboard. “Nothing on the floor.” Sophia appeared again, and the sound of my rapier being drawn alerted Lockwood, who drew his. “Plan E!” He yelled, and in the heat of the moment I complied, performing an aerial to dodge the flying flare, feeling the object pass between my shins. I started searching, tearing apart the bedsheets until I found the source: the necklace, buried under the mattress. A splash of blood had rusted the metal, but the crystal still glowed brightly. I immediately grabbed the net hanging from my utility belt, throwing it over the source just as Lockwood was knocked back, hitting the wall and falling unconscious. “Lockwood!” I gasped, instinctively moving to check his heartbeat. It was slower than normal, but fast enough to tell me he was alive. I saw his chest rising and falling in an even frequency, but there was blood running down the side of his face from a small cut he’d gained. I tore a chunk off a spare bedsheet, pressing it to the cut and calling Lucy and George, who responded immediately. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

DEPRAC arrived on the scene a few minutes later, immediately taking the unconscious Lockwood on a stretcher and binding his head up. “This could mean a minor concussion, but you and your friends can look after him.” The medic nodded. “We’ll take him home.” “You can watch over him, Austin.” Lucy patted me on the back, not knowing what much else to do. “George and I will prepare some tea for you at Portland Row.” “We will?” George was met with a slap on the head by Lucy, who looked at him with a ‘don’t you dare argue’ face. “Thanks guys.” I smiled, climbing into the ambulance. I immediately was met with the familiar feeling of worry, gripping me as I held Lockwood’s hand, his familiar warmth trying to soothe me. He still had that small smirk like he always did upturning the corner of his mouth. I guess it was his special feature. Apart from his dangerous best plans. “Are you two dating?” The nurse asked quietly, as to not startle me. This time I wasn’t too lost for words, answering almost immediately and surprising myself. “No, but I wish we were.” I took a moment to realise what I just said, “But we can’t. Just as colleagues, this happens. What will happen if we get together?” “I think you should take a risk.” She replied matter-of-factly. I took a moment to think, until it hit me. I just got given love advice by a DEPRAC medic. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Locky. Oi, Locky.” Lockwood woke up to the sweet sound of Flo Bones waking him up, sitting like a queen on the armchair while he was flopped on the chaise lounge. “Flo?” He called groggily, moving to prop himself up. “What’re you doing here?” “Here to see Austy. She’s in a right state, so you can tell me what happened in that there case.” She raised an eyebrow, waiting. “I was hit by a flying piece of wood. The ghost had telekinetic powers somehow, and I was caught in the crossfire.” He explained, hoping Flo wouldn’t ask more. “I may not have gone to no school, but I’m not thick. There’s more, isn’t there?” She gestured for him to continue. “The wood was aimed at Austin. I had to jump in the way or she’d have gotten seriously hurt.” “Are you two datin’?” “No!” He refused sharply, but then deflated. “But I wish we were. However, we work together. It’s best if we keep the line between work and personal where it is.” “That’s something about you that you need to change, Locky.” Flo tutted. “You’re one of my best mates, but you don’t know when to stop being like that closed door on the landing.” “I agree.” George sighed, entering. “Hey, Flo.” “Georgie. You look taller.” Flo briefly acknowledged. “Probably cause I’m sittin’ down here.” “Probably. I had to lift the biscuit rule and use many sugar cubes and coffee sachets to calm Austin down.” “Traumatic experiences.” Lockwood shrugged. “Everyone’s had them. What makes you think she’s any different?” “Cause you like each other.” The statement induced a sceptical grin from Lockwood, who turned away from Flo. “Of course I like her. She doesn’t like me, and it’s bloody embarrassing if it’s one-sided.” “Who said it’s one-sided?” Lucy smirked, sipping her tea at the door. “Are we having a therapy session in here? I don’t need to talk about this, now, if you excuse me, I need to talk to Austin Garcia.” He got up, but his concussion made him trip at the foot of the stairs. “Lockwood, the… stairs.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Are you sure you’re ok?” Austin asked as they took a stroll before curfew. “Yeah, I feel just perfect. What about you?” “I feel good. Better than before.” “Why wasn’t I warned that Flo was coming over?” “Nobody was.” I shrugged. “You know how she has her own key. She says-” “Never throw one away. It always unlocks something somewhere.” We both quoted at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. I felt our fingers intertwine, my finger reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “A rose for the happy couple? On me.” A flower seller asked, holding out a rose. “We’re not a-” “Thank you.” Lockwood interrupted, taking the rose.

"We're not a couple, Lockwood."

"What if we were?" We stopped in our tracks. "I think about it every day. Waking up and the first beautiful sight is you. I wish that upon every star every day." He tucked the rose behind my ear, "The thought is simply too tempting to resist."

"Then why do you resist it?"

"Because I never really knew that I should take a risk for love. But I will today. Austin Iris Garcia, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" My only answer was to grab his tie, pulling him in for a kiss filled with fireworks. His hands gently held my waist while mine cupped his cheek before playing absent-mindedly with the stands of his hair.

"WE DID IT, LUCY!"

"GEORGE, I'LL TOSS YOU INTO THAT BLOODY WALL-"

"EVERY MAN AND WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES!"

TAGLIST:

@superpositvecloudshipper

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george karim #flo bones

[bitchlessdino]

Hi, can I have a request? 😇

You now how Mingyu in the last GoSe episode talked about how him and Soonyoung aren't good match (like personality)?

I was wondering about how would it be being in poly relationship with these two. 🤔

Pairing: soonyoung x afab!reader x mingyu

Genre: fluff, slice of life, smut

Word count: 800ish

tags: a lot background, domesticity, smut eventually, bisexual polycule, oral (giving and receiving), pet names, whiny gyu, teasing soonyoung, bossy soonyoung, pussy slapping

author note: I was stuck on how to approach this bc i was wracking my brain on whether I should try a new method like bullet pointing the details or write full thing, so how I decided to structure this a combination of how I've been answering requests lately and how i normally write fic. hopefully, this all makes sense. Enjoy!

Hoshi and Mingyu couldn’t be any more different from each other. Dating both of them is like owning both a dog and a cat. The dog is Mingyu who is loyal, loving, and overbearingly sweet, however, his breed would be Saint Bernard with how big and clumsy he is. With his size, his strength causes him to drop things left and right, causing nonfunctioning household appliances, and occasionally a frustrating Soonyoung that falls victim to his boyfriend's obstructive mistakes.

That did not make Soonyoung perfect either. If Mingyu was a dog, Soonyoung is the most hyperactive cat you have ever met. He's the type to really push and pull when he wants, meaning some days or hours of the day all he wants is affection, other times he's very self-involved and absorbed in his own interests. Those days when he's distracted, he's forgetting things like Mingyu making dinner at home when he decides brings home takeout.

You admit fights happen sometimes. It's inevitable with these two. Some days topics would vary from the type of movie playing for movie nights (Soonyoung loves his romantic comedies, while Mingyu was always interested in something jam-packed and exciting), to the contrast in cleanliness between the two (Soonyoung doesn’t even know where the vacuum is stored in the apartment).

Luckily, serious fights were rare and easy to make up since you play such a neutral role. You often found yourself to be one of the mediators in those situations and were thought to be a voice of reason. No matter how big the conflict got, no matter the length, the volume, or the reason, there was always a resolution. So as fun as a poly relationship may be, it's not a perfect science and that's fine. It was exciting because it was unconventional, yet at the same time, as loving as another monogamous relationship.

The sex, however, that you can't get from a relationship that wasn’t polygamy.

“Holy shit, baby, you’re so wet.”

Your excitement drips from Soonyoung’s finger like nectar, oozing more when you see him catch their sheen from his fingers into his mouth. You audibly moan at the scene, vibrating around the cock wedged in your mouth, causing its owner to jolt in place. With his knees bent in the pillows and gripping the bed frame for balance, Mingyu lets out a weak gasp, grabs you by the head, and shoves his cock far in your mouth just to get you to shut up. “‘Young, do not do that. I almost busted in her mouth.”

Soonyoung scoffs, “You talking to me again? What happened to being mad at me?”

The shorter man flicks a slick finger up your slit, hearing your whimpers ensue, causing Mingyu’s cock to twitch again in your mouth. The taller man gnash at his bottom lip to hold back his moan, glaring at his boyfriend who was smiling like the devil. “F-fuck you.”

“He doesn’t mean that, kitten,” Soonyoung averts his attention to you, eyes batting at you with feigned innocence, “He just can’t think with your pretty mouth around his cock.”

Soonyoung pushes two digits deep inside your prep cunt, your whines like music, and he feels your hips buck up in his direction, hungry for Soonyoung to move already. He thoughtfully moves inside you, twisting them, and plays with you gently. Drool seeps out of your mouth. Your legs slightly flail, clenching around his fingers while simultaneously trying to play the part for Mingyu. The man with his hands in your hair holds you with great care. He pulls the hair away from your face, seeing your eyes watch him with sincere eyes, bobbing down on him like you have a million times (which maybe you did).

“I really can’t,” Mingyu grunts, he caresses the side of your cheek, holding its warmth,“Soonyoung make her cum already.”

Sooyoung slows down on purpose, agonizing his partner’s poor pussy. You whine relentlessly, and Mingyu follows, feeling himself about to fill your mouth to the brim with his scorching cum. The blonde looks at them both. “Tell me how much you want it, Pup. I want to know how much you want Kitten to cry around your cock.”

“The fuck?” Mingyu retorts.

Soonyoung lands a tight slap to the eager cut, noticing you clench around to nothing, as you again vibrate around Mingyu’s cock, the poor man moaning loud enough to echo the room. “You piec–Come on, baby. Cry around my cock, hmm?”

“Not enough. Tell them you want to see their pretty face fucked out while we fill both their holes.”

“Mmh, baby doll. Love. I want to see you be good for ‘Young and me. Be a pretty toy for us while we fuck your cunt and mouth nice and good, Okay? Can you do that for me? For us?”

You nod at the taller man, earning a pat on the head. Mingyu smiles down at you sweetly, lightly grasping your chin, happy to have this brief moment to yourselves until Soonyoung once again interrupts. The older man pulls himself up to drag the articles of clothing off his lower body, the angry throbbing cock catching your eye in an instant, internally begging for that to be inside you.

“We can’t keep our puppy waiting now, can we kitten?”

#mingyu smut #soonyoung smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #hoshi smut #kwon soonyoung smut #kwon hoshi smut #seventeen mingyu #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen x you #seventeen #asks #anon asks

[justhere4thevibez]

annual writing self-evaluation

thank you @pipergirl17 and @erythromanc3r for tagging me!

1. List of works published this year (in no particular order):

oh gosh, I've been busy-busy this year with fanfic, so here goes!

Complete works:

... And a Hellcheer New Year 

Galentines and Valentines

Hold Onto Me

Devil in the Woods

Every Time I Run, I Run to You

Eddie and Chrissy Go to a Wedding 

Knocking Me Out With Those American Thighs

Cooking Up Something Sweet

Please Don't Say You Love Me

Let Me Start Over Again

You Got Me Good

Be My Breath (Through the Deep, Deep Water)

This Old Man

Do You Wanna Touch Me

My Words Will Be Your Light

She'll See I'm Not So Tough 

She Knows What She Wants

Give Me a Taste

The Right Kind of Sinner

Release My Inner Fantasy

Hooked on a Feeling

Whiskey & Wine

The Graveyard Smash

Long Is the Road Out of Hell 

In a Sentimental Mood

Set My Soul On Fire

Burnin' Out of Control

WIPs:

Looking For Something Dumb To Do

I Can't Get Rid of You 

If You Fall, I Will Catch You 

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

hmmmmm, that's a tough one! I love them all for different reasons, but I will say I'm very proud of Long Is the Road Out of Hell because it's my longest fanfic to date (almost 60k!) and at one point I really wasn't sure if I'd be able to finish it. but I did!

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

tbh if I'm not proud of something, I won't publish it. but I think the work that frustrated me the most was Whiskey & Wine, my kinktober fic. I pushed myself too hard with too big of a goal and burnt myself out halfway through. but I did learn the importance of setting boundaries for myself (and why I need to be careful committing to challenges 😅)

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

not gonna lie, once I publish something, the words tend to leave my brain, so I don't always remember what I write lol. I should probably keep a doc of good lines from my fics so I have something to present when people ask me 😂 but here are two excerpts that I'm pretty proud of.

Devil in the Woods: He had loved her since the first time he opened his eyes to find her snuggled up on his chest. He had loved her longer, since the moment he’d held her in his arms on that endlessly rainy night. And longer still, he’d loved the little girl who played jacks with him on May Day and laughed at his wild antics.

Hooked on a Feeling: He knew he could be… a lot, as kinder people said. A goddamn nuisance, according to everyone else. He didn’t mean to be, he just tended to… latch on to things. Kind of like a bulldog (but in a nice and lovable way, thank you, Jeff). And right now he had ChrissyChrissyChrissy clamped tight between his jaws, and he hoped to god she didn’t ask him to let go.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

I have a few regular commenters who give me the longest, loveliest comments where they literally analyze each chapter section by section 😭 it makes me feel so loved. but as for one individual comment, I distinctly remember a commenter from one of my early fics commenting on a really tough scene I did re: chrissy's eating disorder. they said that they also had an eating disorder, and that chapter was very healing for them. I don't think I'll ever get another comment as powerful as that.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I go in and out of mild anxious/depressive episodes, mostly due to outside stressors, and that makes it really hard to write. writing is the one constant joy in my life, and when I don't even feel like doing that, I know something is very, very wrong. but luckily, they don't usually last too long!

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

mike's redemption arc in Long Is the Road! that one was a total curveball to me, and it only came about because it was the closest place I could think of to have Chrissy walk to after her mom kicked her out. total accident, but it spawned on of my favorite sibling-ships for chrissy that I've ever written!

also writing wayne's pov! i never intended to do that, but once I started, his voice just kind of stuck in my head 😂

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I wrote a lot. like over 300k of fanfic. and i even got back into writing some original fiction, which I'm so excited about!

I also started writing smut for the first time in 2023, which was something I never anticipated doing, let alone enjoying! but it's been super fun

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I'd like to work more on my original fiction, maybe get a short story published. I'd also like to get better at world-building! I tend to get so focused on the characters that I forget they exist in a place I should spend some time creating lol

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction all the way! she's been such a wonderful beta reader, cheerleader, and overall positive influence on my writing. I Can't Get Rid of You wouldn't ever have happened without her support and feedback!

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

ooh, buddy! pieces of myself get sprinkled all over the damn place 😂 but as for specifics...

Galentines and Valentines opening scene was reminiscent of the girls' nights me and my college friends used to have (and still have sometimes)

Hooked on a Feeling had elements of my own past experiences of being laid up in a hospital (and being very annoyed about it)

This Old Man was absolutely inspired by my love of Columbo

You Got Me Good definitely included some of my own thoughts and feelings about when I get a little too high 😂

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

give your writing time.

it's so tempting when you have a new idea to jump on it and then get frustrated when it doesn't immediately turn out the way you want, but I've found that if I give myself time to think over a piece before I write it, and let it sit for a little while after I write it, I'm much happier with the end results!

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

finishing my three WIPs! and hopefully a little christmas fic 😂 I don't have anything else immediately in the works, thank god!

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

@1lostsoul0fishbowl @pearlypairings @rose-n-gunses and anybody else!!!

#vibez answers #annual writing self-evaluation #fic writing #writer games #dash games

[queen-of-many-fandoms]

GN!Reader & Omega — Chaotic Bff Shenanigans (Headcanons)

@violetjedisylveon

Requests: Open

Masterlist

Apologies for any typos or low quality (I'm a little rusty at headcanons), I don't have a beta reader and I started writing this really late at night. Or should i say early morning? (A.n. Cont. at end of post.)

Also, Happy (late) Life Day!

Chaotic Besties doesn't even begin to describe the two of you. More like Twin Terrors, Double Devils, Cohorts of Chaos . . . you get the idea. It was almost like you'd both made it your mission to singlehandedly give the Batchers grey hair.

On one of their trips they stopped on a planet that was in the middle of it's rainy season. When the Batch wasn't looking you and Omega got into a mud fight. By the time you're done, you both were covered head to toe in mud. Echo shook his head, muttering "Now I know what Rex felt like", and shooed you both into the fresher to clean the mud off.

Crosshair found some toy blasters that fired foam darts when the Batch was getting more supplies. He bought them for Omega and you to practice your aim. Totally not just because he thought you'd have fun playing with them. You both used them to sneak attack the Batchers.

An your pranks! Oh, Ka'ra help the poor Batcher that was on the receiving end of one of your pranks. They learned that lesson the hard way. Put simply, don't keep the two of you cooped up, without entertainment, in the Marauder for longer than 3 days. It was three weeks of haraan. Never again.

Sometimes though, you could wrangle one of her brothers into helping you with pranks. Wrecker was always on board with pranks, no matter which of the Batchers was the target. Surprisingly, Crosshair would help you with pranks. Not directly, but he would be the look out, distract the target, or give you ideas. (And if Hunter's the target, you can bet your bottom credit Cross will help you with the prank.) Echo, however, is The Master when it comes to pranks. If you wanted to pull off a really good prank, he's your man. (Rex didn't exaggerate when he said he was a menace.)

Whenever you were able, you and Omega would have a sleep over in her "room." You'd almost always end up staying awake long after everyone else had gone to bed, just talking and giggling over dumb stuff. (Until Tech catches you and lectures you on the importance of a good night's sleep. Oh the irony.)

One night you both had a ✨️brilliant✨️ idea. 'Why not create our own secret code just for the two of us?' (Once you created it) You used your code, hand signals you had come up with, to plot pranks right under the the Batchers noses. (Anytime one of her vode (usually Tech) started to catch on to the signals meanings you'd change to new signals.)

One day while being lazy outside on whatever planet they'd stopped on, you'd both realized that out of all of her vode, somehow, you'd never pranked Crosshair. And that needed to be remedied. (👈 it was that thought right there that should've made you realize you probably needed your heads examined.)

Regardless of what the prank was, the repercussions would be swift. To say that your life flashed before your eyes would be an understatement. You both thought you were as good as dead. Luckily, he seemed to be in a slightly merciful mood (shocking, amiright?) and settled on chasing you up a tree and waiting at the bottom. You were treed like a pair of tookas being chased by a massiff. He eventually lets you climb down. . .

Only to ambush you a little later. He gave you both a good dunking in a cold lake. You and Omega then decided that it was better pranking with him rather than against him. (That was probably a smart decision if you wanted to actually live to old age.)

Tech makes Omega a data pad. Big mistake. Especially with the camera mode. Because, like her brother Tech, Omega records (pretty much) everything. One of your favorite past times is trying to jump scare Omega's vode. It's always hard to jump scare Hunter. (Which makes it all the more satisfying when you do.) The two of you also now have plenty of blackmail material. 😌

Another thing that was a common reoccurance, was you and Omega bringing any injured or lost animals you found back to the Marauder. This time it was a tooka.

Omega: "Can we keep it?"

Y/n: "It's hurt and it can't take care of itself."

Y/n & Omega: *puppy eyes* "Please?!"

Hunter: "I'll think about it. But no promises."

(There's now a one eyed tooka that runs around Cids bar. He's become a favorite with the regulars.)

One planet they visited was covered in snow. Apparently Omega had never seen nor played in the snow. So, obviously, you taught her all the tricks you knew for building snowmen, snow forts, and making snowballs. And, obviously, you just had to put that knowledge to use by ambushing her vode. You got your shebs handed to you. Her brothers have good aim and a wicked throw.

Some bonus ones I had nowhere to put:

Hunter mixing up your names 'cause he's a Tired Dad™. "Omega– Haar'chak!– I meant Y/n!"

Hunter swears having you two around has sped up his aging.

You both are also very curious and love to experiment. Sometimes with not the best results: “What if we…” (literally a minute later) *something explodes*

(A.n. cont.)

I'm terribly sorry that it's not quite what you asked for. I really struggled with the original request and ended up scrapping what I wrote multiple times. Also life and the holidays kicked me in the shebs. It always happens the minute I say I have free time. Every time.

I really do like your idea though, so maybe (big maybe there) I can eventually write it as a oneshot. I'm so so sorry I couldn't get it done quicker.

#platonic #omega the bad batch #requested #headcanons #star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #can someone pls give me a crash course in how to tag? #seriously I'm so bad at it #queen-of-many-fandoms #omega & reader

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

Ace 🔥 ❤️‍🔥and Nami 🍊 🧡as a Couple HEADCANONS! *CRACKSHIP*

It's been ages since I wrote One Piece fanfictions and my first time doing anime headcanons! Honestly, I never knew I would ship Nami and Ace together, who are my top favorite characters from the series. Then I realized they are my favorite crack ship as I imagine them as a couple, which is now my One Piece Otp XD! I mean, come on! Ace is hot, badass, and hysterical. Nami is beautiful, badass, and hilarious. Well, fans said Ace has Isuka, and she is from Ace's Adventures novel, but I am more team Nami as always since I watched this series. Also, I need to catch up on watching this series, but I am back into watching it, and yes…I spoiled myself on the series a bit, but it's a long series (don't judge me; I saw a lot of spoilers on the internet. Seeing it as a surprise is magic while watching for the first time, but I fail at it), and it's one of my favorite anime series of all time when I first got into anime. Also, I know (SPOILER ALERT) Ace dies… 😢. But I am keeping him alive in my One Piece stories/one-shots. I never knew I would grow close to Ace, but he's such a great big brother to Luffy, and he's a badass. Also…really attractive as hell😳. But then I imagined him in the Strawhats crew, but only for fanfics if he was alive and why not. Also, Luffy is happy to have his brother with him. It is also a good excuse for him being close to Nami as a Strawhat crew member. Or Nami as a Whitebeard crew member? But here's their headcanons!!!!! You can imagine you are Nami to have Ace or be Ace to have Nami in this headcanon of mine just to let you know. I DON'T OWN ONE PIECE!!

Firey Couple ❤️‍🔥(Ace is fire since he has fire devil fruit powers, while Nami...HAS A FIERY ATTITUDE😂)

Really care about each other

Got along really well during the Alabasta Arc with Ace as the major ally. (Back then, I skipped forward to see episodes of Ace because I really wanted to see him while I was getting into the series. Well, I feel like I started the show because of him. But I heard it's really good, so I'm watching the series also and I love it. One Piece is one of my favorite anime series.)

Nami was really shy when she was around Ace as he came over to visit, and she started realizing she had feelings for him.

Ace said he likes her, causing her to melt and blush so hard.

Our boy made the first move on the first kiss. He thought Nami was gonna punch him, but she didn't since she accepted the kiss, meaning she likes him back.

Ace is such a gentleman to her (he respects her space and makes sure she is alright). He can be protective of her, but only in fights and dangerous adventures.

Nami would be the clingy one in the relationship. (Not possessive, just being cute by koala hugging him when she misses him. Ace doesn't mind it since he loves it a lot and finds it cute)

Ace would get clingy too, when he's tired and wants to snuggle her, Nami finds it cute.

Yes, they do get jealous.

Nami would get jealous if someone flirts with Ace in front of her. Luckily, Ace is a respectful partner for Nami. He is uncomfortable and would kindly let the girl down, saying 'he's taken' or 'I have a girlfriend'. Nami would step in by just hugging him from behind while pouting. Ace would smile before giving her a kiss on the cheek to let her know he's still hers.

Ace gets jealous when a guy tries to flirt with Nami...oof...he tries not to beat the shit out of him. Though if the guy isn't listening to Nami when she says 'not interested' or 'I have a boyfriend'...Ace would come over to her aid by telling him off or would beat the crap out of him if he's sexually harassing Nami. Nami would punch her stalker, but sometimes they would dodge her attacks. Nami doesn't mind Ace beating either guy's ass who flirts with her since he deserves it.

Nami would laugh if he fell asleep out of nowhere, as she finds it funny, but he doesn't do it when they are together without making her think he's bored of her. He would fall asleep if they were snuggling together on the bed or couch since they both feel relaxed.

Nami may be greedy for treasure, but she deeply cares about Ace, her family, and her crew. Ace doesn't mind since he knows where she got the nickname 'Cat Burglar'. But he knows the real story of why she cares about treasure.

Nami tells Ace of how Arlong treated her and what her village went through in hell because of him. Ace was furious about how she was treated. Nami then cries as she brings up that story. Ace would hold her as she cries in his arms for her comfort. He lets her know that he's sorry since he couldn't be there for her and what she went through. Nami assures him it's alright and not to feel bad since it's finally over, and she's living her best life out in the seas, making Ace feel better.

Ace telling Nami that he is Gol D. Roger's son was nerve-racking for him. Nami was surprised since she had already known through the news when it was revealed during the Marineford War. She told Ace that she didn't care who his father was. All she cares about is that he is a wonderful and amazing person with the amazing life he deserves, which makes Ace surprised but smile as he hugs her.

Talking about what happened at the Marineford two years ago was hard when Nami saw the scar on his torso and one on his back from Akainu, yet survived. (a devil fruit user comes in with healing powers to save Ace's life, but it costs his savior's life.) Nami tearfully confesses that it was terrifying that he almost died. Ace comforts her and lets her know that he's still here for her. He lets her know that he won't die and will live, making Nami smile.

They would bond over their tattoos.

If they go shopping together, Ace isn't a shopping person but is happy to go to be with Nami. Ace isn't controlling of what Nami wears since he wants her to be happy and comfortable so she can make her own choices as an independent woman. Though she would love to hear opinions from other people for fashion advice, she chose Ace. But Ace said she looks great in everything as she is model material, making her the luckiest girl on Earth.

PDA - They would hold hands while walking around town, and Nami would sit on his lap, or while sitting next to each other, Ace would have his arm wrapped around her waist. However, if someone looks at either one of them based on how good-looking they are (I mean, have you seen them?), they would get jealous and have their arms linked together.

Make out session - somewhere quiet so no one would stare at them.

Ace's favorite body part on Nami is her eyes since he finds them pretty, and he can stare at them for hours.

Nami's favorite body part on Ace is his freckles since she finds them cute, and they suit his childish personality.

🔞This is where they get steamy with each other (SKIP TO THE FLUFFY IF YOU AREN'T READY FOR IT!)

If they get turned on, Ace's favorite body part on Nami would be her legs, and Nami's favorite body part on Ace is his entire upper body when he's shirtless (He's always shirtless, but he would wear tops sometimes to cover his scars and not blow his cover. This him in After Timeskip. IDK how After Timeskip Ace would dress, but why not. He does have a slight stubble on his chin, like Sanji from the Post Timeskip, and his hair has grown a bit longer and when I think of Ace looking like that...🤤 ALSO BOI PUT A SHIRT ON!!!! I CAN'T FOCUS ON YOUR ABS WHILE WATCHING THE SERIES TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ace would teasingly spank or grab her ass to tease her or a sign of knowing he wants her so badly.

They are turned on by each other when they are alone together.

Ace would definitely be turned on if Nami is sitting on his lap.

Nami would 'model' in her new lingerie to show Ace, but he prefers her without the lingerie she's in.

Ace is excited for the 'Happiness Punch' when they are in bed or when it is just them in the bathroom together before getting in the bathtub or shower.

He does have a thing for her breasts. He would watch how her breasts bounce as she rides him while on top of him or when they have sex in front of a mirror. He would grope them or use his mouth and tongue on them to Nami's pleasure.

Ace wouldn't go too rough on Nami, so he wouldn't hurt her, but she would tell him when it's okay to speed it up.

Ace was a gentleman during their 'first time'.

Kinks? Temperature Play since Ace has devil fruit powers that are based on fire. He wouldn't burn Nami and is careful to not burn the bed, lol. He would have his entire body heated up while they are having sex. He would warm his hands, lips, and tongue to touch every part of Nami's body to make her go crazy for him.

Besides doing body heat during sex, he would calmly heat his body up to keep Nami warm on cold nights while snuggling.

Oral? Ace would give it to Nami to drive her crazy as she's moaning his name out and begging him for more to his pleasure. Ace doesn't care if he doesn't receive one from her if she ain't up to it, and he still loves her and wants her to be comfortable. He did say he prefers his...c*ck in her clit to his pleasure, making her blush mad. (A/N - As a writer, I get uncomfortable with how I want to write my love scenes. I will explain it in another post. Anyways back to the headcanons!)

Fingering…Nami is a moaning mess when Ace fingers her while he kisses her neck or breasts along with his tongue.

Positions...any sex positions to face each other since Ace wants to see her face while he makes love to her so he can kiss her also. He would take her from behind when they have sex in front of a mirror.

Public? Ace would make love to her in a private hot spring somewhere to make their temperature play hotter.

Ace prefers to have sex in bed with Nami so he can sleep after, which Nami doesn't mind since it's comfortable, and be sure they have towels, so the bed ain't sticky when they go to sleep.

Masturbation? (OH HELL NO!!! I am not comfortable writing it!!!!!!! I am sorry!!!! AGAIN I DON'T OWN THIS FRANCHISE BUT AS A FANFIC WRITER NO THANK YOU!) The couple prefers not to touch themselves if they are separated from each other. It feels weird. It's not the same when they touch each other while they are having sex together.

Love marks? - Ace is the king of leaving hickeys everywhere on Nami's body (neck, boobs, and thighs). Nami would leave some on his neck but would leave scratches on his back (to suit her title as the cat burglar).

Ace is really affectionate to Nami after they make love to each other. He holds Nami tight in his arms as she snuggles against his chest, hearing his heartbeats while he kisses her forehead and plays with her hair. Then he falls asleep before her, and she smiles at how cute he is before she falls asleep with him.

Morning sex? Depends on how sleepy Ace is when he wakes up and when he's in the mood. Nami doesn't mind but would love to snuggle him more with his face buried against her breasts.

THEM AS PARENTS AND MARRIED💖

Nami was in tears when he popped the question to her before she accepted. The proposal took place on a ship.

A beautiful wedding that was on an island. Their crewmates (Straw Hats and the Whitebeard Pirates), allies, and family came to celebrate the couple's marriage. (Nami's wedding dress she wore was from the PLACOLE Wedding when the One Piece girls did a sponsorship with them. Ace doesn't have a tie in this because...does he really need a tie when he can rock those iconic beads?)

Had an amazing wedding night together.

They didn't really leave their crew. They just decided to settle down at an island for pirates who settled from the seas as they start a family.

Really great helpers to each other with housework.

They would talk about becoming parents as they see couples with children of their own.

Amazing parents to two daughters - 1st daughter Rouge (named after Ace's mother), 2nd daughter Bellemeré (named after Nami's adoptive mother) born 2 years after Rouge was born.

Both were happy to find out that Nami was pregnant with their first child.

As Nami's pregnant belly grows bigger, Ace kisses her stomach nonstop.

Ace was worried about Nami during labor since his mother passed away when he was born due to an overdue birth date to protect him.

When Rouge was born, both of them were overjoyed to have their first child born.

Ace promises to himself that he will be there for his daughter and his wife after his father leaves, and he is a wanted criminal. It made Ace feel 'abandoned' without a family until he met the real family that he deserves. He wants his daughter to live throughout her childhood with love and respect.

The couple knows there are consequences of becoming parents.

Changing their baby's diaper

Trying to calm their baby down from crying

Feeding her (Exhausting for Nami as she breastfeeds her)

Have do these in the middle of the night when they are sleeping

Ace would be lovingly staring at Nami breastfeeding their daughter since it's a beautiful thing to see from a mother with his wife as one.

Nami would smile at her husband, who was asleep on the couch, with their daughter sleeping on top of his chest.

They would hold their daughter's hands together as they walk around town together.

They would let their daughter sleep in their bed with them at night for her comfort if she gets scared of thunderstorms or has nightmares.

The couple talked about having a second child since Rouge is slowly growing up and has someone with their daughter, so she isn't alone.

After realizing they were pregnant with their second child, they were overjoyed when they were first pregnant with Rouge.

Telling Rouge was easy by saying, 'You are gonna be a big sister. There's a baby growing in mommy's tummy.' Rouge was happy as her parents smile, but then...'How are babies created?' asked Rougue, making her parents blush really deep red. (I thought this would be hilarious to add! 😂)

Rouge would talk to Nami's pregnant belly, saying how excited she is to meet her baby sibling and wanting the baby to come out soon. Ace and Nami would smile at how excited their daughter is to be a big sister.

When their second daughter Bellemeré was born, the couple were happy to meet her. Rouge loved her already when she met her little sister.

The couple both love that their daughters got along really well.

The couple don't have a favorite child among their daughters. They love their daughters equally.

Ace would use his devil fruit powers to entertain his daughters to their amazement by making fire butterflies.

Nami would have her companion Zeus to give them a ride on his back to fly around to their enjoyment.

Their daughters look like their parents. Rouge looks like her father with his freckles and yet looks mostly like her late grandmother/Ace's mother. She has Nami's hair color. Bellemeré looks a lot like Nami but has Ace's hair color.

Ace and Nami can be the papa bear and mama bear when they protect their daughters from danger.

As their daughters get older, Rouge becomes a Pirate Captain of the 'Rouge Pirates'. Bellemeré joins the Revolutionary Army.

Devil fruit powers? Rouge eats one during her journey as a pirate which gives her the power to control the power of Gardens. Ace gives her great advice on being a devil fruit user since he is one too. Bellemeré doesn't eat one but her mother taught her how to use the power of the weather.

Nami and Ace would be proud of their daughters of how they are living their life at seas as they would call them everyday through the Den Den Mushi.

#ace x nami #ace one piece #portgas d ace #ace #cat burglar nami #nami #one piece nami #namixace #acexnami #nami x ace #headcanon #crackship #nami one piece #fire fist ace #anime #anime and manga #manga #eiichiro oda #i ship these two so much #i will go down with this ship

[the-writer-arcane]

the beginning of the end (day four)

PAIRING: ziggy berman x cit!gn!reader

SUMMARY: nurse lane isn’t around to help with ziggy’s burn, but luckily you are.

WARNINGS: N/A

WORDS: 1.2K

A/N: merry christmas or happy holidays!

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The cabin is empty, the redhead discerns as she continues to call out for Nurse Lane. Her voice dying in her throat as she walks into the woman's office, an open book lying on the desk. Leather bound cover and all, whoever created this was clearing going for an antique vibe. Slowly, she turns the book towards her, gripping the edges as she begins to read.

"I don't know who you are, but I doubt Nurse Lane would appreciate you snooping," Your voice rings in her ears as you lean against the door frame. 

She spins on her heel to face you, a soft gasp leaving her mouth. "You scared the shit out of me." Nothing, just a blank stare from you as you push yourself away from the wooden frame. Glancing over her shoulder, you frown at the contents of the book. The Devil's Mark. "Hey, are you deaf or something?" Your attention snaps back to the girl in front of you.

"No, I'm just used to ignoring people."

The redhead raises an eyebrow, something like amusement playing in her eyes that she won't let show on her lips. "That's great, but uh, where's Nurse Lane? It's kind of urgent."

"So I heard, you could die any minute now." You watch as recognition registers on her face from the words she had called out earlier to a supposedly empty cabin. She opens her mouth, presumably to ask if you'd been lurking in the cabin before she got there, but you beat her to the punch. "No, I don't know where she is. Probably taking her break before the influx of campers that are no doubt coming."

"Well, at least I can say I tried," She shrugs, but doesn't move from her spot. Her eyes are wandering the cabin now. "Why would there be campers coming?"

"Well, it's day four of a shitty summer camp where kids can't seem to keep their hands to themselves. Either petty fights or fucking in a patch of poison ivy. Doesn't really matter, they'll need medical attention either way." You roll your eyes. "Not to mention the stupid Shadyside vs Sunnyvale shit that's always going on. I give it half an hour before someone gets seriously hurt."

This time, she does manage the smallest upturn of her lips. "Your calculations might be off on that one." She lifts her arm, revealing the angry patch of flesh that's darkened over time. "I got burned," she answers your unasked question.

"Shit, you okay?"

"Still standing, but Nick wanted me to make sure it wouldn't get, like, infected or anything."

You frown at the mention of Nick Goode before nodding slowly. "I can patch you up, might not be as good as Nurse Lane's, but I promise you'll still get a lollipop."

Full on smirk now, and you can't help the way your eyes fall to her lips. "Yeah, 'cause a stranger offering me candy isn't weird." She lowers her arm, wincing a bit as the wind resistance causes her burn to sting. "You promise you know how to use this stuff?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

She shoves her way past you, not bothering to say excuse me or allow you to lead the way, as she makes her way into the medical room. You catch a whiff of fresh air, and something warm as she moves. It takes you a minute to remember that you're supposed to be following her before you actually start moving. Practically jolting forward, as you realize you've been standing there way too long to be considered normal.

She's sitting on one of the cots as you enter, already holding her arm up and gently running her fingers over the burn mark. "Got a thing for pain, or do you just lack self control?" Your tone joking as you ask, making your way over to the medicine cabinet to grab a roll of bandages and some ointment.

"Neither," a pause. "Probably both, who knows what living in Shadyside gets you."

You sit on the cot across from her, humming softly in lieu of a response. Twisting the cap off, you gently squeeze some of the ointment on your finger before attempting to rub it on her burn. Attempt being the operative word, with only one hand she keeps moving and the ointment is smeared across her arm, the burn barely touched. "I'm starting to get the feeling you're not good at this."

"Well if you would keep your arm steady-"

She takes the tube from your hand, holding it out for you. Wordlessly, you stick out your finger for her to squeeze it on. "Do it yourself." She tilts her head to indicate her arm, and you use your now free hand to grab onto her bicep, the other one coming to rub the cream against her arm successfully this time. "Look at that, getting better already."

"Now, I just need to wrap your arm with the bandages so the cream can do its thing."

"Go ahead."

It takes a few moments in silence before you realize she's watching you, and the feeling, the knowing you have her attention so entirely is… too much. You clear your throat, hoping your voice doesn't crack as you speak. "So, I know you're a Shadysider, who's prone to accidents, and not great in the control department, but I still don't know your name."

"It's Ziggy. Ziggy Ber-"

"I just wanted to make sure you actually got help instead of writing it off as just another injury." Nick's eyes slide over to you before sliding back to Ziggy. He frowns at your close position, not noticing the bandages half wrapped around her arm, having dropped them. "But I can see you're fine here. You're good, right?"

"Yeah, Nick, she's fine."

He's full on glaring at you now. "She can answer for herself."

"Yeah, I can answer for myself." Ziggy says, drawing both you and Nick's attention to her. Against your better judgment your eyes are scanning her face in a manner you hope is subtle. You glance over to Nick out of the corner of your eyes, and you know the look in his eye, you've seen it before.

"Oh." They both look at you, and you swallow, trying to collect your thoughts. "Right, yeah." You nod, quickly, but you can't help but feel like your heart has slowed down considerably. Ziggy and Nick. You stand, leaving her arm only half bandaged before making your way towards the entrance, and consequently to Nick.

"Wait-" Ziggy starts, but you're already making up an excuse to get the hell out of there.

"Cindy- Cindy's probably looking for me, y'know? Probably needs help cleaning something. You- You know how to dress a wound, right Nick?"

Nick nods, but you barely see it cause you're already brushing past him. "Good, yeah, just wrap it up."

And you're gone.

Nick turns to look at where you ran off too. "What's their problem?"

Ziggy glances down at the bandage coming unwrapped. "I don't know, here, help me finish this?"

"Yeah, yeah of course."

It's only after the wound is properly dressed and she and Nick are beginning to walk out of the Nurse's cabin that she finally asks, "How the hell do they know my sister?"

"Oh, Y/N? Cindy's been training them to become a counselor."

She doesn't get a chance to ask anymore questions before she hears Cindy's voice calling her name, and while internally she groans, outwardly she rolls her eyes. Nick stifles a groan as he leaves her at the hands of yet another lecture.

Distantly, she notices that you're not with her sister like you said you'd be.

#jwykwa verse #ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman #ziggy fear street #ziggy berman x gender neutral reader #fear street #fear street 2 #fear street x reader #gender neutral y/n

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

Master of Puppets

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: When he isn’t being a murderer or a satanic worshipper, Eddie realizes that he has to spend his time doing something or he’ll absolutely go insane. Luckily, Metallica has released a new song and he needs to make up all the days he missed practice. And as if he weren’t lucky enough, he had a girlfriend who was willing to help..in more ways than one.

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN: Smut, Fingering, Praising, Guitar Lessons from the Eddie Munson ™️

BEFORE READING: This is my first time writing in second person and my first like smut/one-shot (a smut-shot, if you will) so completely bash me 😇😇 anyways this was based off of something on Tumblr/Reddit where it said that Eddie had to learn Master of Puppets in such a short time yada yada. Credits to the owner(s) to that idea and uh enjoy 🕴so sorry if it’s long and it was 4 am when i wrote this but still

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You out of all people knew that Eddie Munson was not a killer and you had known since the very beginning of your relationship when there had been awkwardness between you then the comfort blossomed into something new. Chrissy Cunningham was found within the Munsons’ trailer..grotesque and bones snapped so severely that it didn’t look like bones were within her body anymore. Her eyes were filled with blood, running down the sides of her face and you saw for yourself when you went to Eddie’s trailer first thing in the morning. Sure, it was a weird routine but it was fine since he was always asleep until you shook him awake until the boy basically fell off. But Eddie wasn’t in his trailer and there was a dead body in the living area..ironic. Your thoughts about this morning was interrupted when a red haired girl and a curly haired boy stormed into the place where you work at.

You recognized the girl who had her Walkman clipped to her jeans: Max or Maddy was her name and her headphones were hung around her neck. The boy who stormed in wore something that was ripped out of Miami Vice if you included the cap that read “Thinking Cap” with bold letters dashed across the white material. “Hey, Steve, how many phones do you have?” The boy asks, his overeagerness spilling over the counter as your coworkers had gathered around the TV installed in the corner of the video store and Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Two, why?” Steve asked after the boy’s firm question. “Three, if you count Y/N’s.” Robin added on as you tried to mind your business, trying to keep that image of Chrissy dead on the floor off your mind. You don’t see shit like that everyday unless it was in a video game or if you were a homicide detective, but you definitely weren’t. You were working some shitty job, shared a shitty trailer with your somewhat shitty boyfriend since he failed to graduate and because you couldn’t go to some shitty, fancy college, you stayed in a town where the devil basically lived. As if you had hit the bottom of the barrel and were scraping to stay alive. Sudden exclaims of surprise caused this dark reality to tear from your vision as the curly haired boy shoved his duffel bag over the counter and knocked down a stack of tapes, one of them hitting your ankle harshly.

“No, no, no! Not my tapes!” Steve exclaimed, as he held up his hands in complete distress and you watched the kid sit in the computer chair, typing away rapidly. Damn, this kid definitely had his mind set on something. Max had joined him but didn’t hesitate to give a small yet awkward wave to you which you returned back before going to help Robin pick up the clattered tapes. “I need it to search up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers.” The boy, Dustin as you learned from Steve’s rants, explained which most definitely catches your attention as you hand Robin the last tapes and even she caught onto your confused yet lingering stare on the computer.

You spoke up,”What’s up with Eddie?” Max looked at you, almost reluctant on even telling your two coworkers and the redhead sighed in complete disbelief. You learned about the Chrissy situation, how she went with Eddie back to his trailer, and all you felt was jealousy bubble into your chest. Why would someone like Chrissy even be around Eddie Munson? It felt wrong to be jealous but then again, what else was he doing when he said he couldn’t make it to your house during the nights? Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you heard chatter go around the VHS store, listening to your coworkers and their children-friends-thingy call around to look for Eddie. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like decades as you made the last call on your phone, everyone’s eyes on you as they watched you twirl the yellow phone cord around your finger.

The girl you spoke to, Jordyn was her name, was one of Eddie’s best friends, someone you genuinely got along with however you hung up with a hopeful look which transfers onto the others and Dustin asked,”Well?” You explained to the group about the address to a “Reefer Rick” where Eddie mainly got his drugs from and how he sometimes crashes there whenever your parental figures were home. A few days later, a bunch of shit had gone down within the span of hours with a villain called Vecna, Max floating in the air, Robin and Nancy outrunning the guards. The Nancy Wheeler, the 4.0 GPA golden student, had out ran a couple of rent-a-cops with TwiddleDee by her side and you smiled whenever it was mentioned. The past couple of events rarely got any of you to rest so they did a thing called “Max Watch” however Dustin was last on supervising her but you came to realize that as you shot up from the floor of the Wheeler’s basement and listened to Dustin’s TRC-walkie talkie crackle with static.

“Dustin? Dustiiinnn..Dustin! Dustin!”

You groan in complete exhaustion, rubbing your eyes which were bloodshot from lack of sleep and stepped over Robin’s sprawled arm on the floor. Eddie’s voice continued to crack through the radio signal and you wondered how nobody woke up to Eddie’s squeaky voice. You pull the metal ringed antenna, held down the microphone button, and said,”Eddie, please stop, it’s like 8 in the morning.” You heard him shuffle which caused you to furrow your brows since it was rather early but Eddie was especially excited since he was glad to hear your voice again.

“Y/L/N, hey! Babe, listen, I need a food run because these SpaghettiOs taste like dog shit..and maybe a six-pack. Y’know how beer calms my nerves, right?”

Unfortunately, you knew and mumbled quietly in frustration. Whenever you woke up from some sort of sleep or nap, you felt extremely crabby however after hearing Eddie’s voice, you felt sorta better and nodded. “I’ll bring you weed too.” You said, jokingly and quickly turned off the walkie talkie before he could even protest. You stepped over the sleeping teenagers and looked at how they were sprawled out around the Wheelers basement. You felt bad if you didn’t leave a note so you grabbed a sticky note, a pen, and furiously wrote the food situation before leaving the Wheelers’ house. It wasn’t a lie when you said that you..liked? Loved? Whatever, you got along with Eddie so well that you would practically do anything for him..even if that meant stuffing wrapped Ding Dongs into your satchel and cans of microwaveable food. Before you left, you went up to your room and saw a wrapped guitar case peering out at you from your closet.

You remembered when Eddie gave you his B.C Rich guitar with the jagged edges when he was drunk, afraid he would break the guitar and you were too high to even say yes. Maybe he would stop annoying your group if he was busy with something so you threw the musical case over your back and braced yourself for the cruel bike ride to Reefer Rick’s house. Who even nicknamed themselves like that? A whole colony of trees surrounded Hawkins, making it feel isolated than ever as your legs moved up and down, rubber wheels squeaking against the lone road. This bike ride starting to kill your stamina with the satchel full of food starting to pull you off to the side until you saw the familiar house where Steve almost had his throat slit with a broken beer bottle.

“Finally!” Eddie cried out when you handed him the canned food and reeled you onto a chaste kiss before holding up a can of corn like a worship. You had to admit, when he wasn’t a murderer or a satanic worshipper, he was pretty cute and he began to put away the cans discreetly as possible, but turned his head after watching you set something down. “Wait..babe, did you—“ He interrupted himself as he walked over to the guitar cover and you watched as his eyes practically fill with hearts, his ringed fingers grazing the strings. “So, you could stop annoying us.” You explained with a grin so hard that it hurt your cheeks and he rushed back up to kiss you feverishly. His metal rings felt especially cold on your warm cheeks as you both smile into the kiss and you sat down while you watch him sit down with his guitar.

He took off his necklace which revealed his guitar pick and you watch his face fill up with excitement as it strummed against the strings. “Ah, shit,” Eddie says suddenly as he pressed his flat palm to his forehead,”Metallica came out with a new song, huh? Master of Puppets?”

How could you forget? He was practically blabbing off about it as he played aimlessly on his guitar while he sat in between your legs. Those days were something that you could never forget, even now as you both stare at each other and you look away, feeling flush yet flustered. Would his eyes still be on you if you looked up? You didn’t wanna find out. “Uh, yeah. It’s pretty..metal.” You answer, feeling yourself cringe on the inside for even trying to use Eddie’s own slang but the mousy haired man had chuckled lowly and scratched his neck.

You could see how tired and frightened he was, making you wish that somehow you could fix this sad feeling within him. “Could you teach me how to play? I always see you play those really loud songs..and Max always complains to me about it." You sat there timidly, watching as Eddie's face lifted a bit. It seemed as if both of your feet had been glued to the ground, scared to move for a reason you couldn't fathom. Footsteps echoed around you, leading you to curiously lift your head to follow the noise. Insane yet mousy hair covered some of the wall before slowly making its way back towards you, "How much do you know about playing?"

Suddenly, you felt every detail of his body among your back as you scooted forward to leave him some room and his rings pressed into your warm skin. You felt your mouth suddenly go dry as he placed the guitar pick in between your fingers and placed his head on top of your shoulder. “She’s heavy.” You say in order to try and ignore the feeling of his toned abs against your back. For a druggie, he seemed well-toned and you felt the ropey muscles of his arms against your arms. “Please don’t drop her.” Eddie says, a little nervous too about the amount of contact you had with each other and you could barely focus on the notes that he was talking about, causing you to mess them up.

“It’s fine, babe, let it go.” He warns after seeing your face slightly tightened with anger and guided your hand back to the chords. His breath felt hot against your neck but you were too frustrated to even realized and didn’t even realize that his other hand had gripped your thigh until now. You didn’t say anything, hoping that he could just ignore the fact that you were messing up so much and the guitar pick was starting to leave marks within your fingertips. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” His lips ghosted your earlobe, his non ringed fingers had rudely pushed up the itchy skirt you wore and stroked the inside of your leg.

Your jaw became slightly agape at the sudden contact against the place where it made your knees weak, but his words encouraged you to actually learn and his breath made your skin be covered in goosebumps. Your fingers were starting to have string marks of the guitar against your skin but you jolted slightly as Eddie’s fingers ran up and down your panties, creating a..friction. But it wasn’t enough for you. It had been days since your last encounter together and who knows? This might be your last one before he possibly goes to jail or worse, end up dead. You shake your head of these possibilities as his fingers run over the wet spot created within the cotton material and your grip on the B.C Rich guitar had tightened.

“Eddie.” You cried out, desperate for him to touch you and you felt his smile against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then the soft strokes stopped. The friction was gone and it filled with dissatisfaction as he carefully placed the guitar away. Anything for his precious fucking guitar, but you had to admit, it did look pretty good on him. “Really? After all—“ Before you could even protest, he tilted your head back and feverishly smashed his lips onto yours.

His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, kissing you roughly and you returned the same energy back as the room basically filled with just the noises of your lips smacking against the other. His fingers returned to the same place, just above where you were soaked and aching for his touch down there. He rubbed a few circles around your clothed area before he lifted up your hips and pulled off your underwear. He pulled you back into the kiss as your panties dropped down to your ankles and you felt like your stomach was going to lurch at any second.

You hadn’t done it much with Eddie, only doing it whenever you or he had a stressful day, but this felt like something else worldly. It felt..desperate but in a good way due to the fact you hadn’t felt this good since the recent events with the group. Actually, you needed an escape so here you were, his hands in between your legs in some random strangers house. Yet you liked it. His middle and ring finger formed together, reaching down to rub your wet cunt and it caused you to groan into his mouth where he was starting to kiss sloppily.

His fingers were sleek now, glossed with your wetness and you bucked your hips forward to get him in deeper within you. Blatantly, he obliged and slowly inserted his two fingers inside your pussy, a low moan from you had vibrated his lips and you both pull away from the kiss for air. His fingers moved slow, listening to the wet sound that made your hips buckle and you threw your head back onto his shoulder. You both were fully clothed yet you could feel his erection against your back as he fingered you faster and you moaned loudly with your face screwed up in pleasure.

“You did so good for me during that lesson, babe,” he whispered into your ear as his thumb met your clit, causing the feeling to be overwhelming,”Hell, maybe you’ll be their newest bassist.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

His hand clasped over your mouth, your moans vibrating within his calloused palm in the fear of being caught by any of the local residents and you felt the familiar feeling of a slow-building climax pool at the bottom of your stomach. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” He cooed into your ear as your hips bucked into his open palm, moving his hand away from your mouth and you gasped at how the cold air hit your exposed skin. He leaned down to pepper open mouth kisses across your neck and his other hand cupped your breast.

He lifted up your shirt, your nipples growing hard by the lakeside air that flew into the window, and pinched your breasts which caused you to squeak in complete surprise. “Asshole!” You hiss but his fingers only pumped inside your pussy faster and the wetness slapped against your thighs, causing you to moan. Your fingers grasped onto his leather jacket and you felt the pins of his jacket dig into your back since it was impossible to ignore now.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Your voice had changed pitches as your climax approached and your pussy convulsed around his boney fingers, your jaw hung incredibly low as your hips snapped with your legs shaking. Eddie let out a soft groan, a wetness growing on your back but you ignored it as your climax washed over you like a wave of water and you moaned loudly as you came into his fingers. You shudder in pleasure as his fingers slowed down, making your orgasm last longer than usual and your stomach rose and fell heavily. “Oh, fuck.” You spoke through your heavy breathing and his hand dropped from your breast while his other pulled out from your pussy. That day, you thanked God that Eddie hasn’t missed a single guitar lesson.

“My, my, my. Look at this, babe.” Eddie spoke in a low voice and held up his glossy fingers. His veins easily showed through his milky white skin and you could see the somewhat transparent residue that laid on his fingers. A light sweat covered your forehead as he spread open his fingers, the white substance becoming stringy and it dripped down his fingers slowly. He looked super fucking proud as you lifted your hips to pull back on your underwear and you grabbed his wrist. “Y/N, what’re you—“

His sentence was abruptly cut off when you placed his cum covered fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself as your tongue swirled around his fingers and licked it clean with the taste of salt residing into your tastebuds. Eddie’s face screwed up in disgust as you pull your shirt down and he cried out,”Ew!” You looked at him, flabbergasted and realized that there was a wet spot in the crotch area of his jeans. Oh, you were definitely going to make fun of him for that. “At least I didn’t cum in my pants.” You say with confidence and he quickly looked down at his pants, flustered.

“No, that’s not, uh, I spilled water there earlier.”

“You came in your pants, dude.”

“No, I didn’t!”

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AUTHORS NOTE.

…i..idk what to say. this took like forever to do so uh..sorry if there was a whole lot at the beginning less smut but uh..im flabbergasted. im bamboozled. im astonished. anyways shout out to my bsf atlas for helping me write this uh yeah

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