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I adored your headcanons!! Any way you would be willing to do Bucky Egan and reader relationship hcs?

John Egan Headcanons

~Relationship Edition~

🎶: Am I willing to do Bucky headcanons? Of course I am, dolly! I’m so so happy that you enjoyed the other ones I did. You adored them? I’m flattered. I adore you. I hope the ones I have cooked up are good enough. If not I’ll do more.

💋: Bucky Egan x Reader. Fluffy relationship headcanons.

Bucky loves physical touch

He follows you around whenever you ago, it’s like having a little puppy in your tracks or a second shadow keeping you company

You two are constant hand holders, you’re always hand in hand. He traces the lines of your palm, kisses each of your fingers, the back of your palm is an ideal kissing zone

He squeezes your cheeks and gives your lips a quick peck before you can even process that it happened. It’s a quick series of warmth. His warm eyes looking down at you, the warmth of his pink lips, and the warmth of your cheeks as you blush after the fact.

When you sit next to him, his hand stays on your thigh with the occasional squeeze

Sitting on his lap > Sitting in the chair next to him

He loves pulling you onto his lap. The closeness, the intimacy, the plush of your ass placed on just the right spot.

A room full of people and you’re comfy on Bucky’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively

He’s a cuddler

You two trade big spoon and little spoon.

How does a 6’2 unit of a man little spoon? Where there’s a will there’s a way.

You like to sleep in? Bucky gives your face soft and gentle kisses in the morning. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. He admires your side profile while you sleep, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your soft lips are parted.

Your boobs are his favorite pillow. So warm and comforting, he wants to stuff his face into them at all times.

More of an early bird? You can wake up early but you aren’t getting out of bed easily. Bucky’s arm is around your waist and it is not letting go. If you manage to get away from the grasp, it isn’t long until his eyes flutter open too. Your weight and warmth are gone.

Also...thigh riding

I mean, look at a picture of this man’s sturdy tree trunk thighs. They're the perfect size for straddling.

If you get excited about something, best believe Bucky is just as excited. Just seeing your smile and happiness is contagious for him.

You know those guys who suddenly act too cool for their girlfriends around friends? Hell no. He’s very proud of you, never ashamed. He’ll tell anyone about you.

Even a random stranger he’s getting directions from on the street. He’ll say loudly, “This is my girl right here! I’m taking her to…”

Chatting to old friends from Wisconsin about baseball and then out of nowhere, “You’ve met my girl yet?”

You were zoned out staring at his face

So, several pairs of eyes all of a sudden being focused in your direction pulls you out of your little trance after a quick “Huh?”

He’s brings you up whenever he can. “Oh, my wife is the same way.” “My wife told me about that yesterday.”

Ever since you two got married, he’s loved the fact that he can officially call you his wife to other people

That one time you went to try on dresses for yet another friend’s wedding and brought Bucky?

You come out of the dressing room and he immediately stops a sales consultant “Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to interrupt ya but ain’t my wife gorgeous? Blue’s her color right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her…Mhm. She says she’ll bring some more for you to try on, babe.”

It doesn’t even have to be a fancy outfit. You could come out of the bathroom after getting ready for a regular day out and you’re met with a long whistle.

“You’ve gotta do a spin, baby.”

You decide to take him on a trip to New York for the first time and this man talks a big game on how he’s gonna blend in so well. “I’m such a big Yankees fan, I might as well be an honorary New Yorker.”

When I tell you he is the most obvious tourist ever, believe me

We ain’t in Wisconsin anymore

The buildings look so much higher than they do in the pictures, he’s gotta look up and stare with wide eyes while people hurry by getting around him.

Bucky resembles one of the trees in Central Park, so he can easily cause traffic when stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

Taking him to his first Yankees game and he’s trying to explain every rule of baseball to you

Meanwhile you’re too busy focused on the big bucket of delicious popcorn he bought you before the first inning

You nod along though, pretending to know all of the different terms and player names that he’s rattling off at you

“They should put me on the field, I wouldn’t have missed that.”

If this man is going to do anything, it’s call you a pet name. Every one in the book.

But of course he has a special nickname for you that he comes up with not too soon after meeting you

Maybe it’s something you remind him of, a certain feature you have, a specific talent you possess

It’s very personalized

Bucky insists on trying to do your makeup one time because “It can’t be that hard” and you end up looking like a Ringling Brothers circus clown

The blush is bright red, the mascara is not limited to only the lashes, the lipstick is over lined to oblivion

He took a picture of you and now it’s taped to the mirror of your vanity along with a bunch of other random photos that have collected over the years

“Now when you do your makeup, you can be reminded of how horribly I did. Whenever you have to wipe something off or redo something think…wow, at least I don’t look like that. You always look beautiful, honey, even when I do your makeup.”

According to him, you don’t need makeup anyway

He loves taking pictures of you. Pin up photoshoots by the beach, candid snapshots of your relaxed resting face while you aren’t looking.

Sometimes the lighting is a little dark, maybe the photo came out a little blurry. But you’re in it, so it’s perfect.

And he’s clingy. He doesn’t like when you’re gone. If it’s been one hour, that’s three years in Bucky world.

Bucky is such a girl dad

You have your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows

A little bit later, he’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s whispering to her but it’s so soft, only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too

He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care..

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of your Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has two little girls clinging to each of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

(Years later, when you two thought you were officially done having kids, the pregnancy test is positive. It’s a little boy. He’s the baby of the family and so much like his dad.)

Another lucky girl gets her own Egan to cherish!

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even if you insist to him over and over that it’s no big deal

He keeps you so close to him not only because he cannot imagine being too far away from someone as amazing as you,

I mean, you smell fantastic

also that dress fits you so well

and your smile makes him lightheaded

your voice is so soothing

Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah…he’s protective. He keeps you so close because he cannot fathom something happening to you.

You can accidentally trip over your own feet and Bucky will find a way to blame himself

Something fell on the floor and you stumbled over it, Bucky should have seen it and picked it up before you had the chance to even get close enough to fall

Bucky’s a man who lives off of reassurance

He loves praise

But he’s not aware of how much he needs it, how much he thrives off it

A compliment will make this man’s day

Reassure him of how amazing he is

Tell him how good he is and how lucky of a girl you are to have him because you are so so lucky

He values your opinion, so your compliments mean so much more than anybody else’s

Every anniversary he writes you a love letter

Always so heartfelt, detailed, and meaningful

He talks about all the reasons why he fell in love with you and continues to fall in love with you every single day he breathes

All the little quirks and habits that you don’t pick up on, but he adores

Maybe something you did the same day he wrote the letter and it’s so fresh in his mind that he has to talk about it

Something special that happened that year

A baby that was born, a trip you went on, and special event, a funny moment, a specific date, something you said to him this year that he continues to think about all the time

Anything that comes to mind

They collect over the years and you put them in a pretty little keepsake box

When you eventually pass on, all of his letters are buried with you

What makes Bucky frustrating sometimes is the fact that he doesn’t like to talk about what he is feeling

He’ll claim he’s fine when something is clearly bothering him

He’ll walk away from an argument declaring that he “doesn’t care anymore” and “you can do whatever you want”

but the reality is he does care

He just hates to yell around his wife, let alone yell at her. It makes his skin crawl.

Bucky lets all the feelings build up inside but just his facial expression alone can tell you that he isn’t alright

And it leaves you feeling confused because why doesn’t he trust you and confide in you enough to communicate?

It’s late at night when you two resolve the conflict

His voice is soft and it takes you by surprise

In situations like these, you always wait for when he’s ready to talk

And when he does his voice is always so small and broken

All is forgiven, all is resolved, everything always ends up okay

No small disagreement or petty argument can break you two apart

Don’t tell Bucky that you are ever insecure about something because he will be utterly appalled

You’re a goddess to him, he worships every single inch of you

Whenever you take your clothes off, he’s taking in all of you with adoring eyes and a parted mouth

Every curve, every beauty mark, every stretch mark

It all comes together to make the perfect picture

He loves the way he fits so snug inside of you, the way you taste, the way your noises blend so perfectly with his to make the most beautiful of melodies

Every moment with you is heaven

How did he go so long without you? He thinks about that often.

His heart has never been so full of love, his mind has never been so full of hope

You two complete each other in every way

He was the first to say “I love you”

You were taken back at first because a man who’s so magnetic, charming, handsome, likable, the center of attention in any room he’s in

He’s in love with you

Little did you know he was just as taken back to hear you say “I love you too, Bucky”

He remembers the first time he saw you across a room and how his eyes immediately gravitated towards you

He remembers how nervous he was to talk to you, which was so unlike him it was scary

Maybe his hands were shaking just a little, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat, a never fading smile on his face

And over the years the two of you exchange thousands of “I love you”s

You can talk for hours on end about nothing “important”

Chatting about the random topics that pop into your minds, asking to be discussed

Accompanied by matching glasses of wine

Those conversations are your favorite because it’s a little bubble with you and the one you love, nothing else matters

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I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope it was alright lol

If there’s any specific requests or anything I didn’t touch on that has you wondering “how did she miss this?” please let me know, lovey

Ahhh I love Bucky so much

#masters of the air #mota #john egan x reader #john egan #bucky egan #bucky egan x reader #bucky x reader #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfiction #mota fanfic #mota headcanons #headcanons #not proofread

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undead-supernova · 3 months

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I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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I came up with a little idea based off of Slut! by Taylor Swift and I'm never gonna stop being obsessed with it me thinks. I suppose it could be read as a one shot!

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plot: aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool...what if........all I need is you?

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x bisexualfem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: slut shaming, body image insecurities, Eddie being too precious for this world, soft, comfort, reader is pretty girly and femme, so yeah

Easter Egg Count: 41

wc: 1.6k

“You know I want to be with you.”

“Oh yeah?” he said back, voice light and playful. His smirk was flooding his face, all well-intentioned and sugary sweet.

“Mhm.”

The pool water lapped around you while he laid on his stomach, black towel underneath his shirtless figure. His fingers fiddled with yours to keep pulling you close to the edge. As you looked up at him, illuminated by the hot pink neon glow from your inner tube, you couldn’t help but swoon like a teenage girl. His hair appeared nearly fuschia, darkened by the shadows of the night and the reflection of the porch light behind him.

With a smug yet playful smile, he let out a hum before asking, “And why’s that, sweetheart?”

“Maybe I have a crush on you,” you said softly.

That smile turned into a smirk, his thumb running over your knuckles. You nearly blended in with the water, your turquoise bikini matching the color exactly.

Usually, you wore a one piece to keep the world from commenting on whether your body looked good enough. It was hard enough to love your skin as it was—natural, textured. Stretch marks and cellulite. Scars from childhood mistakes. The exact opposite of whatever airbrushed magazine cover you or any of your peers were on, dolled up like plastic Barbies and whatnot.

But he had gotten you this bikini. Stood you in front of a mirror and traced the outline of your waist and your tummy, chuckling whenever you quivered from his touch. Whispered how gorgeous you were in your ear. Reminded you that no one else was around. You were safe.

(Even if his closest bodyguard, James, was standing outside his front door.)

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding.

“Had no idea,” he nearly whispered.

It felt right to be quiet. The hot California air had finally cooled for the night, the neighborhood surrounding Eddie’s house seemingly devoid of human existence. The Los Angeles skyline skimmed the horizon only when you chose to peek above his fence. The illusion of seclusion when you pretend this was a guarded castle.

“I know. I hid it so well.”

“Exceptionally. You’re a master of deception.”

“Mm, thank you.” The two of you chuckled softly before you tried to gently clear your throat. “So are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to tell me how you feel?”

His eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to find something but couldn’t quite remember what it was. “You already know what I want,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” you lied, praying your insecurity wouldn’t bleed through. “Which is why I want to hear it out loud.”

Scooting closer to the edge of the pool, he began to kiss your hands.

“I.” Kiss. “Want.” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Be.” Kiss. “With.” Kiss. “You.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It felt like bliss, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. All the others were a jumbled mess of Maybe Later and Just Not Looking For A Serious Relationship Right Now. The girls wanted to play the field. The boys wanted something almost too casual. Those outside the gender binary would kiss and flirt at the bar and then ghost you on the dance floor.

But he…oh, he was something else entirely.

“Do we go out on a real date now?” you asked. “Or do we just skip to the sickly sweet, hot and raunchy sex?”

“‘Hot and raunchy’?” he questioned, laughing at your word choice.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Sorry, was I not sexy enough for you the first six times?”

“Never said that, darling.” The nickname had you nearly kicking your feet with schoolgirl affection. “And to answer your question, I think I should take you on at least one proper date before I blow your back out again.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “After three and a half months?”

“As if we were honest about being official until a few weeks ago.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “Besides, it’s better late than never.”

“What a gentleman.”

And he was.

Eddie Munson was nothing short of the nicest guy you’d ever liked. Maybe the nicest guy you’d ever met. He opened every door, from cars to hotels to bedrooms to the cages you'd thrown your heart into. When you left with him after your concert in Seattle, he sheltered you from the rain with his beloved leather jacket. He made you cum twice before he even dared to touch himself, worshiping your body like it was sculpted by the gods. Not to mention the homemade meals and the constant protection from the paparazzi whenever possible. He knew what the media had been doing to you. He hated it. Despised it.

And amidst it all, he still wanted you.

Even the mere thought of it still made you weep sometimes.

But Eddie’s smile began to falter. “What do you reckon the verdict will be when they see us?”

You knew what that forlorn smile meant. You knew what this was doing to him, but it felt like nothing compared to what the outside world thought. It had been done to Whitney. Amy. Rihanna. Britney. Miley. Lindsay. Megan. Lizzo. Taylor. Hell, even Olivia, Sabrina, and Billie were being given hell now that they were emerging into adulthood.

And now it was down to you. Another female popstar thrown to the goddamn wolves.

Before you could think about how pessimistic it sounded, you said, “I’ll be labeled a slut and you’ll be considered a king. The cycle will only continue.”

The media were vipers. Predators. They wanted to hunt you down with cameras and watch you and Eddie Munson do something obscene. Vulgar. Just as his reputation had forewarned. The lead of a metal band (god forbid), along with the residual damage of “devil worshipping music” despite it not being the fucking Eighties anymore. However, in their storybook you were just the right kind of girl for him to corrupt.

He did anything but that.

“I don’t want it to be like that,” Eddie whispered, his eyes shining with the threat of tears. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do.” You shook your head, trying to clear all of the voices and camera flashes out of your head. “I don’t know. I just don’t want this to blow up in our faces.”

At first, the label was furious.

You were a cutesy role model for a demographic that you were not originally catering to. But the magnetic pull of a synthesizer flowed through you with the frizz of the vocoder and the glitter and the bright colors and advocacy and passion and the people—

You were helping people. Especially the teenage girls. You were giving hope and guidance to them. Reminding them that they could achieve dreams far beyond their wildest dreams. Even if they were queer. Even if they weren’t thin.

You were becoming an inspiration.

But after a while, you were seen as merely a PG-13 performer with all of the downfalls of being a woman, a popstar in her early twenties. Your life stopped being about you and started being about the narrative storyline of some fucking fairytale that you had no ability to write yourself, even if it was written in every song you released.

It was sick enough knowing that people who didn’t know you would write books about you some day.

But then you were seen at one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. Your music spiked on the charts despite the bizarre outrage at how different you were. The demographic your label originally wanted began to seep back in all in a matter of a few weeks. Back before you asked him about his feelings. Back before your confessions were frozen in the steam between you.

After that, the label wanted you and Eddie to play it up for the cameras. Stir up attention. Enjoy the ride, write the music, and then profit from the gossip columns and clout. Get more followers, more likes. Be endorsed by another fragrance subscription service or wireless headphones.

Make them money. Risk your heart in the meantime.

It was a gamble, but why wouldn’t someone bet on a losing dog?

“Favorite Beatles song right now?” he asked, drawing your attention away from the world outside.

You grinned. “‘A Taste of Honey’.”

“Ah, from Please Please Me." You nodded. "Sometimes I forget how good their first album was.”

“You know, it’s incredible to me that you know their entire discography and yet I’ve never once heard you listening to them,” you observed.

Eddie winked at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the meow of a cat. Both of you turned your heads to see his black cat, Oz, pawing at the back door.

“Someone wants a treat, the spoiled bastard. At least Puppet has manners," Eddie said with a sigh before looking back at you. "Why don’t you come back in with me, hm?” he asked, lightly stroking your cheek. "Throw a movie on and cuddle or something?”

“Can we?” you pleaded. “Please?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything.”

He helped you out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying you off. He finished up with a gentle kiss to your forehead, the inner tube left forgotten and floating in the water.

“Hey, Eddie?”

His eyebrows knit together. “Yeah? What’s up?”

You could only wonder what it would be like if this didn’t end up in some fit of flames along the length of your graves. Caskets lying side-by-side, big fat crosses sitting on top like a pointed threat. His headstone littered with roses while yours drowned in spray paint. Eulogies and hymns crescendoing into a wave of madness as they repeated your fears back to you: Nothing lasts forever.

Or maybe you’d end up in a small house somewhere, making music together while you drowned out the rest of the world. One day where the chatter would flutter into a whisper and you could walk down the street of some coastal town and not get ogled at. The stars would align and you could say to yourself, It was worth it.

But it was only August, nearly swallowing you whole with the heat threatening to scorch your skin. Maybe yours more than his, but nevertheless there were going to be scars—

You knew to love him was to lose your mind.

And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“For once, I think…” A smile met your lips. “Well, maybe it’s worth it.”

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #also all my readers are bisexual femmes because I said so !!!!#modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x female reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!Eddie x popstar!reader

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 4.6K

A/N: 18+ only! This is just 100% because I am Christopher Bang trash and he has ruined me with that God damn nose ring! This is nothing but absolute filth, soft filth but filth nonetheless. If you enjoy reading it give it a like, reblog, leave a comment an ask whatever. I enjoy reading peoples thoughts and reactions! Tagging @cb97percent for the Channie smut and the baby girls and tagging @ughbehavior cause she's my whole permanent tag list and I love her for it! 😘 As usual warnings and smut below the cut!

*Part 2 here*

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Mentions of casual sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving) cum eating, fingering, protected piv sex, use of sex toys, squirting. Hella praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl etc) a little impact play, Chris has a little bit of a corruption kink if you squint. I think that's everything but if I ever miss something that should be in the warning please let me know and I will add it!

You were backed through the door of an apartment you had never been in with hands that had never touched you exploring your body and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten there. Attached to the lips of a man you barely knew, that was completely out of your league. Christopher Bang. Even his name was cooler than you. After he kicked the door closed behind him your hands came up, pushing at his firm chest, stopping him. He pulled away and looked at you, examining your face for any discomfort with what he had been doing. You looked at him too but you were rendered speechless by his beauty that was outlined by the moonlight coming through his windows. His dark hair was swept away from his face, his brown eyes held a depth that made you wander and lose yourself in them, he had a wide, strong nose with a dainty silver hoop in one nostril, and the softest, plumpest lips you had ever seen let alone touched.

The silver hoops in his ears matched the nose ring he was sporting and with a leather jacket, ripped up band t-shirt, shredded jeans, and shit kicker boots to round out the ensemble, it drove home the fact that this man was exponentially hotter and cooler than you and you had no idea why he wanted his hands and lips on you. You were so plain. You wore clothes that, while they weren’t unfashionable, were not as revealing as the clothing most girls your age were wearing to bars and clubs. You had dyed your hair the same boring color since you were sixteen and you did your makeup one-way. In five minutes with natural neutral shades. You blended into a crowd 100% of the time and you could not be more opposite of the man that was currently holding you in his arms. You must have been standing there in your head staring at him for a long time because Chris finally broke the silence that was lingering between you.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” You blinked quickly and shook your head as you gathered your thoughts back up, trying to figure out how answer him so that he didn’t think he had done something wrong. It wasn’t him, it was just, to describe your sex life as vanilla would still probably be too spicy.

“No, um... I... I just have never done anything like this before. Go home with a stranger I mean. Not that you’re strange I just mean someone strange to me... I MEAN... oh god I’m gonna shut up now.” You buried your face in your hands as it turned multiple shades of pink. Chris laughed and pulled your hands away.

“I know what you’re trying to say. I don’t usually do stuff like this either but you’re just so... so gorgeous and smart and funny.” He placed kisses down your jaw and neck after each compliment. Your eyes fluttered closed and you started to melt under his lips again. He held your face and pressed a kiss softly against your lips, then stopped and looked at you again.

“But if this is too much too fast, we can stop. I don’t want you to think just because were here and have been making out that you have to do anything you don’t want. I’m okay if you're not comfortable going any further. We can just go to bed and go to sleep.” Your heart beat faster at his sweet words and you smiled at him.

“No, I want to... you. I want you, I just... well I don’t... ugh...” You gripped his jacket tightly unsure of your words. Chris pushed some stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Whatever you want to say, it’s okay. You can say it. What is it?” After his assurance the words just kind of spilled from your mouth.

“Why me?” Chris’ brows furrowed and he looked surprised by your question.

“What do you mean why you?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose suddenly wishing you had just shut up instead of asking such a stupid question. Chris pulled your hand away again making you look at him.

“What do you mean why you Y/N?” You bit at your lips nervous to voice a big insecurity to a literal stranger but then word vomit took over again.

“I mean look at you and look at me. You're beautiful and I’m so boring and there were girls there that were more... your type...” Chris cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

“My type?” You shrugged your shoulders looking down at the ground, your shoes, anywhere but Chris’ face.

“Well, girls that would seem more your type and... they were... prettier than me. I’m just... I’m plain in comparison. Why would you want me over some girl that looks like she belongs in a music video?” Chris tilted your chin up making you look at him.

“Like I said Y/N, you’re smart and funny and I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. You are the kind of beautiful that outshines every woman around you in a place like that, it’s why I noticed you as soon as I walked in.” He leaned back and pulled you further into his apartment, walking towards the couch in his living room, leading you along the way, taking off his leather jacket and tossing it aside.

“The way you dress too, it’s so sexy; I can see your curves and edges but I still have a whole present to unwrap and discover and you had this nonchalant confidence when you were sitting there. Not cocky or stuck up. You were comfortable just sipping your drink there alone, like you didn’t need anyone to come on to you or ask for your number to feel good about yourself. It was so fucking sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” Chris sat down on the couch and pulled you down to straddle his lap and you sat on top of him. His hands ghosted over your shoulders and down your arms sending a shiver through your body. In all honesty you looked like that cause you hoped no one would. You weren’t really out to hook up, you were out because you’d had a terrible day and you wanted to drink and forget. Chris just happened to be the man that walked up to you and how could you resist him.

“I was actually nervous to approach you at first but you were way to enticing to pass up meeting.” He leaned in and started pressing wet kisses down your neck again. Everything he said rendered you speechless. He thought you were sexy, thought you were enticing, confident? You tilted your head back giving him better access to your neck and shoulder as you balanced yourself on his lap, your hands on his strong broad shoulders. You pushed your hips down and felt Chris erection pressing against you. He hissed and bit down on your shoulder when you applied more friction against him. His hands slid down your sides coming to rest on your hips and he started to guide your movements as he continued to explain 'why you '.

“Then when I talked to you. God you were so shy it was so cute. You were not at all what I had expected. You were so sweet it kind of made me want to corrupt you, do nasty things to your body.” His teeth grazed your throat and you moaned and clenched at his words. He kept talking and his breathing started to come out labored the more worked up he got. You could feel his dick getting harder pressing against your aching core as he worked you faster against him.

“Fuck baby girl! Feels so good!” Hearing his declaration of how good you were making him feel lit something inside you. You wrapped your arms around Chris’ neck as he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chests pressed together. He attacked your mouth, dipping his tongue into yours in between nibbles of your lips as you continued dry humping him like you were horny teenagers.

“Ch-Chris... I’m...” You were struggling to form words but Chris nodded understanding.

“It’s okay baby girl, let go, cum, ruin those panties for me.” You moaned out his name as you came hard. You clutched on to Chris, finger nails digging in as he thrusted his hips up into yours helping you ride out your wave of ecstasy. After, you laid there straddling his lap, your head resting on one of his broad shoulders, trying to catch your breath as he traced shapes on your back, soothing you, bringing you back down. When the fog in your brain cleared you sat back up looking at him. You weren’t sure who was blushing more now, you or him. You traced your fingers over his face admiring the smallest details, his freckles, the slit shaved into one of his eyebrows, that damn nose ring that looked so fucking good on him. You ran your fingers down the bridge of his nose and he closed his eyes. You drug them down his lips pulling his plump bottom lip down a bit before cupping his strong jaw and kissing him. Now it was your turn to start peppering kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking and biting at his ear, listening to the little breaths he let out when you kissed a sweet spot on him. You slid off of Chris’ lap and knelt down on the floor in front of him. When you got off of him Chris opened his eyes and when he saw you on your knees in front of him, he got a little light headed. You ran your hands up his thighs, over his clothed erection, and towards his belt buckle. As you started to loosen it Chris grabbed your hands and stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that...” You smiled up at him all doe eyed, it made him twitch in his pants.

"I mean I'm already really hard so... you don't have to..." You licked your lips.

“I know I don’t have to but if it’s okay with you, I want to. I want to taste you Chris.” He groaned and rolled his eyes back in his head.

“It's okay baby girl, you can taste it. Only if you want it though.” You bit your bottom lip and started undoing his belt and the button of his pants. He kicked his boots and socks off as you drug the zipper of his jeans down and then he lifted his hips helping as you pulled his pants and briefs down and off. When you saw his hard cock you were not the least bit surprised to see how pretty it was, just like the rest of him. It was above average size wise but not scary big. He was already so hard and leaking precum and you hadn’t really even touched him. Did he like making out with you that much? You gently grabbed the base of his cock and a with a wide, wet, flat tongue you licked a stripe up his shaft before taking him into your warm soft mouth.

“Oh, fuck Y/N! Oh my god that feels... GOD yes baby girl suck me just like that.” You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing on his dick in earnest, taking him further each time. When the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat you relaxed and opened your mouth wider. Chris got the hint. His fingers weaved through your hair holding your head still as he started thrusting his hips up, fucking your throat. The squelching and gagging sounds coming from you as you coated his dick in drool was making him crazy.

“FUCK you’re so fucking good at that baby so fucking good at taking my cock in your throat FUCK you’re gonna make cum beautiful! I’m gonna cum!” He let go of your hair and you pulled off of him and started stroking the head of his cock hard and fast.

“In my mouth Chris, cum in my mouth.” You opened up your mouth and stuck out your tongue as you continued stroking him. It only took seeing you on your knees eagerly jerking him off with your mouth open and ready for him before he was filling your mouth with his big load, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop coming. You held Chris’ cum in your mouth and sucked on the tip of his cock making him shudder, getting every morsel of him before showing him all the cum in your mouth and then swallowing.

“You’re so fucking sexy! Come here gorgeous.” He cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours tasting himself when his tongue invaded your mouth. He stood up suddenly, gently pulling you up with him. He pulled his shirt off and stood in front of you looking like he was carved from marble and you admired the lines of his hard, defined, body.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out in amazement and Chris laughed at your unfiltered reaction.

“If that’s what you want...” He smirked and then lifted you and put you over his shoulder smacking and grabbing a handful of your ass as he carried you to his bedroom. You struggled and laughed the whole way there. Trying and failing to get him to put you down.

“Put me down Christopher!” At your request you were tossed on his big soft bed. You only stopped laughing when Chris’ hands slid up your body and started removing your clothes. Once he had you down to your panties your nerves had come back tenfold. You were about to be completely bare in front of this walking God that had his head between your legs, a breath away from your soaking core, his face closer to your pussy than anyone's had ever been. When Chris went to grab your panties your breathing hitched in your throat and he stopped, realizing you weren’t comfortable.

“Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you...” You shook your head before he could finish the sentence.

“No don’t stop just... nervous.” He ran his hands up and down your thighs gently, comforting you.

“Nervous about what baby girl?” You worried at your lips avoiding Chris’ eyes. You had never had a guy go down on you. Be so intimate with your sex.

“What if you don’t... like... what you see... down there?” Chris’ eyes softened at your words.

“Oh, beautiful...” Chris gently kissed the insides of your thighs. You closed your eyes and let out a shudder of a breath trying to get your nerves in control. He climbed up next to you and kissed you as he ran his hand down your body and you shivered at his touch.

“Is there something I can do to make you less nervous?” You shrugged and Chris nuzzled his nose against your cheek before placing another kiss on your lips.

“Maybe if you could... keep saying nice things to me...” Chris nodded and smiled, looking down at you.

“Oh, does my pretty girl like being praised?” You blushed but you guessed that was what you were saying and shook your head up and down. Chris went to crawl back down between your legs but you stopped him.

“Just... I want you to stay up here with me. I want to be close to you, see your face.” He tilted his head and a had a little puzzled expression on his face.

“You don’t want me to go down on you?” You shook your head no.

“Maybe the next time?” As soon as you said it you realized you just insinuated to a casual hook up that you expected a next time. Chris smiled at you.

“You want there to be a next time?” You had dug yourself a hole and you weren’t sure what the right answer was in this situation.

“I mean if you want there to be... I know this is just... I don’t mean to-” Chris kissed you stopping your tangent before you could even take off on it.

“I would love for there to be a next time Y/N.” You let out a sigh of relief and Chris started kissing your neck and shoulder as he slid his hand down your body. You started to relax a bit as he kissed and touched you. Chris pulled your panties to the side and started to gently run his fingers through your wet folds before softly playing with your clit. You let out a light breath at the contact.

“Is this okay baby girl?” You quickly shook your head not wanting him to stop.

“Yes Chris, faster.” Your words came out softly. Chris took your direction, he ran his fingers down your slit, collected more of your juices on his fingers, and then started rubbing your clit faster adding a little more pressure.

“You’re so wet for me beautiful, I bet my cock would slide right in you’re so soaked. Does it feel good gorgeous? Do you like my fingers?” He had his lips pressed to the shell of your ear like he was whispering dirty secrets to you. You were panting and nodding when his fingers dipped back towards your entrance and slid inside you.

“Fuck! Christopher!” He pushed in until his palm pressed against your clit and then curled his fingers and started pumping them into you deeper and deeper, the heel of his palm adding stimulation to your clit while he finger fucked you open.

“So pretty, you look so pretty falling apart on my fingers like that baby girl. Be a good girl and cum on them for me yea?” When you breathed out your yes Chris started fingering you faster and you went teetering over the edge of your second orgasm, convulsing on his bed like you were being shocked with live wires. Chris ran his other hand softly through your hair, placing gentle kisses against your face as he slowly worked you through the last of your climax. He took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth cleaning your cum from them before climbing on top of you and continuing his sweet assault of kisses all over your face.

“My pretty girl, such a pretty pretty girl. So good coming for me like that and you taste so good. Are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock now too? Hmm?” You could feel his dick pressing against you fully hard again and ready. You pulled him down to kiss him again unable to stop yourself from savoring his full luscious lips. You whispered against them.

“Fuck me Chris.” That was all he needed to hear from your lips. You slid your panties off as Chris reached over to his night stand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped it open and rolled it down his cock. He sat back on his knees and lifted your hips placing a pillow under you to make you more comfortable. Then he spread your legs around him and lined his throbbing dick up with your entrance. He looked at you wanting one more confirmation that you wanted this as much as he did. The foreplay, the touching, condom on, none of that mattered. Chris would pull the plug on all of it if you didn’t want this. But you did. You ran your hands down his forearms and held on to his slender wrists, you smiled up at him and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I want you Chris, please.” He closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“God, I want you too baby girl.” Chris eased the tip of his cock inside you. Even through the condom you could feel how hard and warm he was, could feel him twitch as he pushed himself deeper inside you. When Chris bottomed out the tip of his dick nudged your g spot just right and you let out an unexpectedly loud moan. Without pulling out Chris thrusted into you harder hitting the same spot again and you couldn’t help the squeal of a moan that came from you that time.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun. Hold on beautiful.” That was the last thing Chris said before he gripped your hips tightly and started fucking you deep and hard. You held onto his wrists tightly; it was all you could do as he tried to split you in half with his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck yes yes Chris yes fuck me hard just like that baby fuck!” Chris was losing his mind watching you underneath him taking his cock so well begging for more. He wanted to make you lose yourself, he wanted to make you forget everything else, wanted you to only be able to scream his name. He slowed his pace down but started rolling his hips as he thrusted into you reaching divine places inside of you that made your toes numb.

“Baby girl, I wanna do something... to you, with you. Would you let me show you?” You looked at Chris a bit wide eyed unsure of what he meant by that but you said yes. Even though you had only just met Chris, you trusted him because you knew if you didn’t like or want what he showed you he wouldn’t do it and would be okay with stopping. Chris leaned over his cock still buried deep in your dripping cunt. He reached into his night stand again and pulled out a wand vibrator. As soon as you saw it you clenched around his dick. You had never used a toy with a partner before but you liked the idea of trying it with Chris.

“I think you might be trying to kill me.” Chris laughed.

“Are you okay with it?” You smiled and nodded.

“Absolutely.” Chris grinned ear to ear and set the vibrator down on the bed next to you. He grabbed your hips and started slowly sliding in and out of you again, teasing you, fucking you with enough force to make it feel really good but not enough to make you cum. Once you were lost in the rhythm of Chris’ thrusts, your eager hips meeting his every time he pushed into you, he picked up the vibrator, held it gently against your pussy, clicked it on the lowest setting, and started fucking you harder. If you had to bet money on the over under of the time it took you to cum once Chris turned on that vibrator, you’d have to guess about 5 seconds. It was like the finger of God came down and touched you. You had never cum so hard in your life. Chris clicked the vibrator back off and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Chris fuck, fuck, Ch-Christopher, FUCK!!” Chris slowed down and then stopped to feel your walls flutter around his cock as you shook uncontrollably under him.

“F-f-ffuck Chris! FUCK!” Your body contorted in pleasure as he gently ran his fingertips over your buzzing skin.

“You with me? You okay baby girl?” You shook your head up and down gnawing at your lips, coming down from the mind-blowing orgasm Chris had just given you.

“Talk to me beautiful I want to hear that pretty voice. Are you okay?” You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“MMMYes, Chris I’mmm okay baby.” He smiled at the use of the pet name.

“Good girl, so good for me.” He leaned over and pressed kisses against your warm body.

“I’m gonna lay down here baby girl and I want you to climb on top of me and ride my dick like it’s yours beautiful.” He climbed off of you and laid down on his back. You got on top of him and sunk down on his thick cock. Before you could start moving Chris pulled you down on top of him. He gripped your hair gently, kissed you and then pressed his lips to your ear.

“I want you to ride my cock like it’s yours baby girl, because it fucking is. Now take it.” His words came out as a growl and it made your pussy gush around him. You pushed yourself up on his chest, braced yourself, palms down against his pectoral muscles and started riding him like a god damn porn star, grinding and gyrating your hips against his, taking his cock whole again and again. All Chris could do was hold on to your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“FUCK Y/N! FUCK! God damn baby ride it! Ride that fucking cock! Take it baby girl!” Chris gave your ass a smack as you continued to fuck his brains out. You sat all the way down on him, taking him to the hilt and started rocking back and forth, your clit, already sensitive from the multiple orgasms he had given you, rubbing against his firm pelvic muscles.

“Oh my God Chris you feel so fucking good inside me, so fucking DEEP!” You clenched hard around him and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Fuuuuuuck baby girl, you’re being so good for me, you’re my good girl aren’t you. So- fuck! So fucking good, gonna make me cum!” You closed your eyes, tilted your head back and ran your hands through your hair enjoying the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you, you moved your hips hard against Chris’, your cunt swallowing his cock whole. Chris picked up the vibrator again and pressed it against your clit and the spot just over his cock you were riding. He clicked it on and all the way up. You left your body, you were certain of it. You could feel yourself floating. It was instantaneous. As soon as Chris clicked on you were coming, contracting and squeezing his cock with your walls, the vibrations from the wand rumbling through his body as well. It was like his cock was buzzing inside you.

“CHRIS, CHRIS, FUCKING FUCK, CHRIS YES FUUUUCK CHRISTOPHER!!” You started squirting and Chris tossed the vibrator aside as he came hard into the condom while you drenched him. You twitched and shook as your rode his cock through the high. Chris sat up with you in his lap holding you close as he started to soften inside you.

“Fuck baby so fucking sexy! You did so good for me, made me cum so fucking hard baby girl.” He leaned you back and laid you down on the bed softly, his hands behind your head. He took off the condom and tossed it before laying down next to you, pulling you close and spooning you, running his hands across your sensitive skin again. You loved the way Chris’ hands felt on you, they felt strong and he made you feel safe. After he cuddled you for a bit Chris went to get cleaned up and grab clean sheets. When he came back he had a clean warm rag for you as well. You stood up on wobbly legs and wiped yourself off while he put the dry sheets on the bed. Once you were done he took the rag and the old sheets and tossed them in the hamper in his closet. You stood there like a new born baby deer unsure on your legs and not really sure what was supposed to happen next. Do you lay back down? Do you get dressed and leave? Chris interrupted your thoughts when he took you in his arms again and kissed your temple.

“Come here baby girl.” He easily lifted you up like a bride and set you back down on the bed before climbing in and pulling the covers over you both. He pulled you close again nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Is it okay if I hold you? I get kinda cuddly after I cum.” He let out a little laugh and you melted back into his hold.

“Yes it’s okay, feels nice.” As the two of you laid there falling asleep you remembered Chris mentioning when he first saw you, how you were nothing like what he expected and you realized, from when you first laid eyes on him at that bar, that he had been nothing like you had expected either.

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wolfoftheblackflames · 2 months

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Here's something cute for you, don't mind me I just had this scene in my head and wanted to share it =3

It was quiet in the new hotel, everyone had returned to their new rooms after a long day. Charlie kicked off her shoes to release her red hooves, sitting down on a chair as she rubs her ankle. "I don't know how she does it managing this place. I can't feel my hooves from all the work I had to do." The princess sighed removing her red jacket and setting it on the chair she was sitting on.

Charlie smiled a little at the photo of her and Vaggie on the nightstand. "Vaggie said she needed the day off but wouldn't say why..." The blonde leaned back thinking of her beautiful angel girlfriend. Though those thoughts were interrupted when Razzle wandered over holding a box. "Whatcha got there?" Charlie blinked tilting her head as she noticed a small note ontop of it.

"Baaap!" Razzle gleefully handed his mistress the box letting her read the note before scurrying off again.

"I saw this and figured you'd look really nice in it, so wear it for me and come to the new courtyard. Love Vaggie." Charlie read the note aloud and blushed. Her excitement grew when she undid the ribbon on the box and looked inside. "Oh wow!"

Inside was a rather nice maroon colored suit, with black cuffs and matching slacks as well. Charlie smiled softly, seeing the beautiful little pin on top of the garment. It was an apple with grey wings. "Better not keep her waiting." She smirked with a cute squee.

Once dressed, Charlie made her way down to the back of the hotel, which had a beautiful new courtyard that her father Lucifer had designed with the pin attached to her coat. Her eyes wandered around, taking in the gorgeous scenery as roses of all colors bloomed alongside some plants from all over Hell. Though what made her eyes go wide was past the beautiful rose arch.

It was a beautifully set up romantic dinner, and most of all, Charlie's eyes landed on the gorgeous angel standing by the table, looking rather shyly. Vaggie smiled at her though the outfit she wore was just breathtaking, the dress matched Charlie's suit with its lovely maroon, and black motif with it being a backless dress so her wings could pop out if she wanted to. "Surprise hon... Do you like it?" The woman replied as Charlie looked at her stunned.

"Oh wow... Y-you did all this?" Charlie shook her head to regain composure. She clearly must've been staring for too long since Vaggie had a darker shade of blush tinting her dusky cheeks. "Vaggie it's so wonderful, thank you." Charlie beamed walking over.

Razzle scurried over as the little goat demon poured the two some sparkling apple cider. "Well, I can't exactly lie to save my life, so I had to keep you busy somehow." Vaggie giggled as she and Charlie sat down at the table. "So I enlisted some help." She smiled a bit at Razzle, who politely bowed.

"And here I thought you wanted a break love?" Charlie smirked playfully, since this romantic dinner did take a lot of work.

"Hon this is my break. I get to have a date with the women I love." Vaggie replied sharing an equally as playful smile.

Charlie couldn't help but blush at that cute smile, she always loved it when her girlfriend smiled. Though she was curious at how Vaggie pulled this off without her noticing, then she noticed Razzle wheeling in their dinner, a delicious turkey feast. "You had Razzle do most of it didn't you?" She chuckled as Vaggie nodded.

"Only some things like cooking and setting up." The angel replied brushing some hair away. "I went into town to find the outfits for tonight."

"You chose Maroon because it blends yours and my favorite colors, right?" Charlie giggled since she did like red and pink while Vaggie was more so a purple kind of girl. "And this?" She motioned to the pin.

"I had your dad's help with that one." Vaggie stated as around her neck was the same one but in necklace form. "He seemed thrilled about it."

Charlie rolled her eyes but smiled. "I like the fact we're matching now with these. I'll treasure it always, my beautiful angel." Her voice sounded loving and sweet with a soft purr. Vaggie couldn't help but blush at that.

The two talked and enjoyed their dinner as soon Vaggie finished and stood. Her stride elegant from her training with Carmilla Carmine. "Care to dance with mi amor?" Her gaze soft as pink looked into red.

"I'd love to, but babe, where's the music?" Charlie chuckled standing up and taking Vaggie's hand. She then looked over as Razzle sped back over with a CD player and turned it on before leaving the girls alone again. "Well that answers my question."

With the soft tempo, the two began to waltz. Of course, Charlie slightly fumbled it, but Vaggie made sure she didn't fall. It felt like nothing else was there in Hell as the two moved around the beautiful greenery of the garden. Charlie smirked and twirled her small girlfriend, making the angel laugh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you love to dance?" She giggled noticing how fluent her girlfriend was.

"Couldn't exactly find the right partner before to do this with. So I was often alone back up in heaven..." Vaggie's fell slightly but perked back up again when Charlie lifted her up. "Whoa hey!"

Charlie smirked and playfully set Vaggie back down before kissing her angel on the cheek. "You're not alone anymore, though. So please don't hesitate if you ever want to go dancing ok? I'd love to be your dance partner." The princess smiled nuzzling her girlfriend.

Vaggie couldn't help but stay close as the tempo of the music granted her the slow dance. "Oh Charlie... Thank you." She leaned into her taller girlfriend's chest, smiling. "I feel more at home down here with you than I'd ever had back up there."

The princess felt heat rise to her cheeks again but smirked as the music picked up the beat again. "I'm glad, and can I tell you a little secret?" She playfully dipped Vaggie, who yelped in surprise. "You're the only one who makes me feel so free and safe. My title, my parents, none of it changed your view of me." She started leading the dance as she spoke, making Vaggie a little stunned. Charlie lifted Vaggie up again, smiling the biggest grin. "You supported my dreams and even gave me feedback on them too. You lifted me up when I felt sad or lonely, and above it all, you saw me for me." Vaggie blushed harder than ever as she was perched in those loving arms staring down at her loving princess.

"Charlie..." Vaggie started but couldn't find the words.

"How in hell did I get such a strong, hot, and wonderful girlfriend is beyond me. But I do know I love her more than anything." Charlie giggled as she then blinked her eyes sparkling as her angel spread her wings while wearing the brightest shade of golden blush on her face. The princess saw those wings shimmer in Hell's light as she smiled letting her own demonic form peek through as red horns and a long black tail came out.

Vaggie watched those eyes shift from ruby red to a bright yellow and smiled. "I love you too, mi amor.." She leaned down cupping Charlie's cheek with her hand and planted a kiss on those beautiful lips.

The two remained like that for awhile until Vaggie moved back and lovingly held those cheeks. However she noticed that beautiful devilish glint in those eyes. "I think I'll show you my surprise then, shall we return to our room?" Charlie giggled and shifted around so she'd have Vaggie in her arms princess carry style. "I think you'll love it."

"Whatever it is, I think I might." Vaggie chuckled cuddling her girlfriend as the two came back to the bedroom. Though Vaggie was confused when Charlie didn't immediately squish her into their mattress. She watched her princess put her down on the comfy bed and move to the vanity. "Hmm?"

Charlie looked nervous as her tail twitched, but she gulped and pulled something out from the drawer. She soon walked over with a loving yet nervous smile. Vaggie tilted her head as Charlie whispered to herself, "You can do this." And proceeded to kneel down to the beautiful angel on the bed. "Vaggie... Would you.. Do me the honors of becoming my queen? My... Wife?" Charlie presented her a ring. It was golden with a vine motif and a brilliant apple center fixated with what looked to be an amythst.

Vaggie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Tears began to form as she just tackled Charlie. "Yes, I'd love to, hon!" She replied making Charlie beam and also start to cry.

"Hey I nearly dropped the ring silly! At least let me slip it onto you first!" She was laughing and a sobbing mess. Vaggie moved back enough to let Charlie slip the ring onto her finger as the two giggled. "I never knew I could get this happy."

"Me neither mi amor..." Vaggie then pulled Charlie in for a deep kiss. The latter returned it equally as it became passionate. The two slipped onto the bed as their night had just began.

(And cut! Hope you guys enjoy my Chaggie fic! I've seen stuff where Vaggie teaches Charlie to dance and where she also gives Charlie a ring too. Made me squee and want to try my hand at it.)

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #cute as fuck #razzle #dancing #spoilers for episode 6 #spoilers for episode 7 & 8

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The Other Shrimp

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader You go to Floyd's highschool reunion and meet his ex, who happens to be a shrimp mer.

Cw: I'm spreading my bisexual Floyd Propaganda and no one can stop me! Also, reader is referred to as tiny by Floyd, but I hc he's ginormous in his mer form, so do with that what you will.

Floyd had made you come to his high school reunion. In his words, "I want to show off that I captured the best Shrimpy in the entire world."

While you weren't sure if you appreciated agreeing to date him being referred to as him "capturing you", you appreciated the sentiment. So after receiving a potion that would allow you to breathe underwater for the three day trip, you were now in an underwater venue surrounded by merpeople of all shapes and colors.

You'd left Floyd momentarily to grab a snack from a table. When you turned around, you saw a gorgeous mermaid hugging him, and running her hands up and down his arms.

She had orange hair, and two long white antennae that would have blended with her hair if they were an inch shorter. Her lips were orange and her skin was a blushy pink. Along her torso and arms were orange stripes, leading to an orange tail. She shone like the sun, and you were immediately upset that she was touching your boyfriend.

You swam over to them, snack in hand, and Floyd's eyes lit up when he saw you. Good, he was bored with her.

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, pulling you into his side. "What took you so long, I was getting bored." He pouted.

"Oh!" She said brightly. "Are you a shrimp mer too? I'm a banded coral, what are you dear?"

"Nope, shrimpy is my human. But," Floyd wrapped his tail and arms around you and gave a light squeeze. "Look how tiny they are!"

"Floyd," you wheezed as he squeezed tighter.

"Here let me help you," the mer said, extricating you from your again pouty boyfriend. "Believe me, I know just as well as you how tight Floyd's grip can be. Why, when we were dating…"

"Huh?" You choked.

"That was so long ago, let's talk about something fun!" Floyd sighed.

"Some things never change," she laughed, playfully hitting his arm. You wanted to tell her to keep her mitts off your man, but you didn't want Floyd to think you were unreasonable. Luckily for you…

"Shrimpy, I wanna go back to the hotel and squeeze you," Floyd "whispered", wrapping himself around you again. "I'm not feeling this party anymore."

So with as polite of a goodbye as you could manage, you both left the party.

….

You were back in your room with Floyd wrapped tightly around you, and you were still thinking about that mermaid.

"Shrimpy, your worrying is ruining my squeeze time. What's wrong?"

You hadn't realized you'd been that transparent. Then again, Floyd was exceedingly insightful when it came to those he cared about.

"How long did you date her?"

"Who?"

"That coral banded shrimp mermaid," you said nervously.

He looked at you, confused, and said, "About a month. She wanted to get at her parents by dating someone "dangerous and risky" and I thought she was squishy. So that's that."

"Why'd you break up?"

"Cause I got boooooooored that's why. I didn't love her," he rubbed his face against you with a playful smile on his face. "But I looooooooove my Y/N."

His face turned stormy for a moment, and he said, "So don't even think about breaking up with me, or I'll have to turn you into a real shrimp."

You giggled, "I won't break up with you Floyd."

"Good," he changed positions so he could flop on top of you. "Why are you asking about her?" Then he got a wicked smile on his face, and burst out laughing. "Wait, you're jealous, aren't you?"

"I am not," you pouted.

"Yes you are! You're so silly, Shrimpy. You're jealous of someone I dated for only a month, but you're fine with me hanging out with goldfishie? You're hilarious, I love you so much," he buried his face in your neck, still giggling.

"Look, I know it's silly, but she was so beautiful, and her voice was like listening to an angel chorus, and she's a mermaid, and an actual shrimp, so I was…"

"Shrimpy," he propped himself up on his forearms so he could hover over you. "Y/N. I love you. Not anyone else. Not someone I used to date. You. And that's never gonna change. You know why?"

"Don't say because I captu…."

"Because I captured you!" He leaned down and kissed you softly, then lowered himself to cup your face. "And I'm not gonna let you go."

You felt relief fill you, and initiated your own kiss. Then it hit you.

"Wait, what do you mean I'm 'fine with you hanging out with goldfishie'?"

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd x reader #twst floyd

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duchezss · 5 months

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My favorite details/moments from Trolls Band Together because I have a problem.

Lemme just get this out of the way and say the soundtrack is a certified banger oh my god.

When brozone tries and hits the perfect family harmony the first time the colors that they get outlined in are all separate, the three colors don't blend at all.

Just Floyd comforting Branch....😭 😭

Branch's little hops when him and Floyd were talking about the bunker WAHHHH.

The real emotions of Branch missing his brothers while simultaneously not wanting to see them like???

"There goes my back" when JD was throwing Branch LMAOO.

The entire design of Mount Rageous is so whimsical and gorgeous I'm in love.

When the whole screen shakes when JD hits the counter eh oh el.

"If there was a brother I'd do this for...I'd be Floyd" WAHHHH.

The old MTV style music video Watch Me Work has.

Floyd singing with the posters of brozone floating around 😭

"Tiny, Poppy, Branch, and this random dude" I SPIT OUT MY DRINK LMAO.

"Are you a narc?" OH I LOST IT IM SO DEAD.

All of Branch's old hairstyles being references to Justin Timberlake's real hairstyles.

"Poppy seed" awwwww.

Branch's little "yay" is so cute.

The ongoing ring pop joke is actually so funny I'm sorry.

The way Bruce and JD just throw Branch on command.

Bruce still being considered the heart throb even though he's got a dad bod, a wife, and children 😭

THE BLEEPED OUT CURSE WORD I WAS IN TEARS.

The amount of songs they fit into Brozone's back is actually impressive, and the way they mesh so well together??? Legitness.

"That's not an idea, those are shoulder pads" I just can't...

When Floyd's hair started turning white and he was going transparent....WAHHH 😭 😭 WHEN I GET YOU VELVET AND VEENER WHEN I GET YOU......(But also the details to show how fast his health was declining? Someone cooked)

Branch's iconic clue board.

Bruce holding tiny diamond since he's also a dad.

Branch trying to be brave and talk to the clown but as soon as Viva came at him he backed up. That's such a real response I love is so much??

Clay's hair being green? Which kinda hints that JD or someone made him dye his hair yellow when he was younger.

Viva calling Clay "Mr. Clay" is actually the cutest thing everrr

Clay and Bruce's handshake, I also kinda like that it implies that they were really close, kinda like how Branch and Floyd were close. I think it really separates JD from them.

Also everyone's reaction to JD being super cold while everyone fawns over Branch.

Clay's so smart 😭 (and autistic) I love him so much.

All the brothers cute dancing in It Takes Two ❤️

The very real response of Viva not wanting to talk about her trauma and also not wanting Poppy to leave.

"I don't wanna lose my brother either" I feel like no one talks about how brave Clay is. He's in the same boat as Viva, he thinks Bergens still attack trolls, and he's going out into the world for the first time in who knows how's long. Just because he wants to help save Floyd, like that's so sweet???

Floyd's dead face was way funnier than it should've been.

"I thought ghosts just floated away" the delivery on this line is unmatched.

Floyd speaking one younger brother to Veener was so 😭, especially cause you know he felt like Veener did when Brozone was still active (on a lesser degree ofc) I can't.

We don't talk enough about how fire all of the choreos are, like they got professional dancers to make these dances, AND YOU CAN TELL OML.

JD's need for perfection constantly getting in the way of the greatness they all could achieve.

Branch being the voice for all younger siblings out there who will never be respected by their families hit me. But I also think there's something to say about the JD's of the world. The older siblings they took charge because they felt they had to. All parties end up getting hurt.

Also Branch actually wanting them to be a family so sweet. It really embodies the naive hope of wanting to stay together that youngest children have, but it's not unattainable. You can still be close with your siblings into adulthood, no matter how much time has passed, and that's what this movie represents as it's core.

"I didn't think we'd both find ourselves tied up on this honeymoon" WHATTTTT.

BRANCH AND FLOYD HUGGING THROUGH THE GLASS WAHHHHHHHH. Also Floyd being the only brother to respect that's he's grown....I just love them so much 😭

The whole interaction of all the brothers reuniting while in the diamonds is so funny for no reason lol.

Viva understanding she was wrong and striving to do better for her sister >>>

BRO THE ENTIRE CLIMAX IS SO GOOD??? THE TENSION?? THE MUSIC??? IT'S JUST PERFECTION. THE SONGS CHOICES WERE SO GOOD, AND THE WAY THEY REARRANGED WATCH ME WORK TO BE SO INTENSE IS BRILLIANT. THE SONG JUST KEEPS BUILDING AND THE STAKES GET HIGHER, IT'S WAY TO GOOD.

"Actually I've got two really brave sisters" When the message of this movie is that found family and blood family are just as important as each other, and that no matter what you get to pick who your family is >>> 😭

When Clay falls hard while in the diamond, Bruce and JD immediately check on him, meanwhile he's just focused on Floyd. The older brotherism... 😭

The message of this movie also being that perfection isn't important, but rather balance, harmony, and communication are key. ❤️

The acapella opening of Better Place....just.....wow.....

Clay's adlibs eating everyone up??? Kid Cudi I was not familiar with your game hold on.....

When they hit the perfect family harmony all their colors start mixing, showing their respect for individualism and also for the group.

The way Floyd eyes light up when they're all singing is just 😭

Branch building the bunker for all of them 💔, Floyd remembering the waterslide, all of them hugging?? Just peak filmmaking idk.

"Jail it is" also apparently someone did the math and in our world the twins would get over 6 life sentences for their crimes hello???

All of the boyband references are so funny idc.

Clay being excited to get to know Branch 😭 also JD reading a book in the back that presumably Clay recommended him?? That's so cute? He's really trying y'all, they're all trying, and that just warms my heart 😭

*NSYNC making their first song in over 20 years for this movie is actually the craziest thing ever I'm obsessed. Also they all designed their little trolls which I think is so cute.

The last songs....just bangers....I can't even, I sound like a broken record, why is every song in this movie so good.

Fav adlibs speedrun (from the last two songs): Floyd little "yeah yeah", Clay's "dohhh, ohhh," one of the nsync members "show the wayyy", Bruce's "so excited", Branch's "ohh" & "ayeee"

The layering when they all sing together is too good. It sounds so gorgeous and if you listen closely you can hear each persons vocals.

Also I just need to talk about the music production and mixing for a second. This movie has three version of Better Place, all of which are unique. The main one is the NSYNC version, which is notable for it's little rap section. The Family Harmony version use's the intro/pre-chorus as the main part of the song. It also lets the song slowly built, and adds instrumentals as the song progresses. The Reunion version doesn't use the intro/pre-chorus, but rather mainly focuses on the chorus. It also uses the bridge from the main song as the post-chorus/refrain. Just a very creative use of the song tbh. Also the instrumental differences between Watch Me Work and Mount Rageous? Like it's the same song, but the way they add more classical elements and more layers to build the tension and the song as a whole?? I have no words. Perfection.

Obsessed with this movie. If you haven't seen it pls go watch it.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls movie #brozone #this movie had no right to go so hard #I definitely feel normal about this movie and don't spend every waking moment thinking about it 😀#can't stop listening to the soundtrack tbh #so glad spotify wrapped is over lmao

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dearsnow · 1 year

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THOUGH I KNOW MY HEART WOULD BREAK

Part 1 || Part 2

- your best friend has come to collect you after your first true night out, and you can’t keep your feelings in any longer (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst that will be resolved ⚠️ strong themes of alcohol / being drunk and smoking, there will be a second part)

word count: 1,187

a/n - aaa my first patrick fic!! i’m definitely going to make a second part because i absolutely cannot leave this unresolved lol. lightly inspired by “francesca” by hozier :)

Partygoers whirl around you, blending flesh with flashing lights and the strong smell of alcohol. You laugh at the feeling of people brushing by your shoulder, the slight touches sending shivers through your skin. You’ve had way too much to drink, and you revel in the feeling.

God, you never knew how good being drunk felt. That’s the problem with never getting out- you won’t get to experience how light your feet are after a couple glasses. You hardly even notice the arm slung around your shoulder.

“There you are. God, you got me worried sick! I can’t leave you alone for one night, can I?” The man half-grins. You instantly recognize him. It would be hard not to, with his brown curls and gorgeous smile.

“Patrick! What are you doing here?” You slur, melting into his touch. Your best friend has come to rescue you. The thought, slippery and soft, sets butterflies loose in your stomach. Patrick Verona is at a party for you. And you love him more than your voice could ever say.

“Oh, you know, just to mingle.” You begin to nod before he cuts you off. “No, I’m here to take your ass home.” His expression turns sullen as a hint of worry lingers in his eyes. His eyebrows are pinched, and it takes your last drop of willpower to avoid reaching up to smooth them with your thumb.

You scrunch your nose. He’s yelling over the cacophony of noise in the background, but his voice is all you can focus on. “But I’m having fun for once in my miserable life.” You poke his chest. “You can’t take that away from me, not right now.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely going home. Your goody two-shoes butt will not appreciate waking up in a stranger’s house.” You frown. “Trust me.” He’s speaking a bit quicker than normal, but you’re so focused on how his eyes reflect the light that you barely notice. Nothing in the whole entire world is prettier than this moment. Not the mountains, or fresh dew, or that perfume bottle you saw in a thrift store once. He is beautiful.

You let out a sigh, slightly disappointed that you won’t be able to revel at the strobe lights for much longer. The mess of color around you was abstract art in your mind, a canvas splattered with paint. In any case, however, you will always follow Patrick. Even to the ends of the Earth.

“Ok…” You trail off as he leads you out of the stranger’s house. He’s been smoking again, as told by the lingering scent on his shirt. You’ve always hated his smoking. The smell, however, lights some sort of fire inside you. You just wish it didn’t hurt him.

When you get outside, he wraps his jacket around your shoulders. The night is cold, but the stars are out. They twinkle above your head, and your breaths form clouds in the air. The noise of the party is muted, and the sky is spinning, and Patrick is worriedly waving his hand in front of your face.

That’s really the last thing you remember before you’re walking through your front door. Your parents aren’t home, thank God. There is no chance they would be happy with this situation- you, drunk, and Padua’s most feared boy bringing you home.

“Careful,” He mutters as you stumble into your bedroom. How he got you in a car is a mystery, considering the fact everything in your line of sight is blurry. You could hold a book two inches from your face and not be able to see a word. You sit down on your mattress, patting the spot next to you. He sits, and you feel the familiar little jolt in your abdomen that you always feel when he’s close. You can hardly look him in the eye; not just because you’re drunk, though that is certainly a factor.

Your room is dark, and your floor is messy, and so is his hair. You suck in your breath. You want to say something, anything, and your mind can only come up with one idea.

You need to do this. You’ve been thinking it for so long, and he deserves to know. Something in your mind is telling you not to, but the liquid courage in your veins is telling you ‘yes, yes, a million times yes’. Even though it might break your heart, the words slip past your lips like a snake to hang in the heavy air.

“I love you.”

“What was that?” His eyebrows raise as he looks at you like you’re insane. That didn’t really come out of your mouth, did it?

“I love you, Patrick. Always have.” You smile, eyes slightly unfocused. “In a more than friends way.” He can smell the alcohol clinging to you, and he hates it.

He laughs, though the sound is laden with sorrow. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No, I really mean it.” You put your hand over his warm ones, and he doesn’t pull away.

He’s been waiting for this moment for the entire time you’ve known each other. He loves you so much it makes his heart ache. He knows the sound of your voice like his own, and he’s convinced your hands fit his like they were always meant to. Patrick fears that his head might explode until he realizes one sad little thing. It was too soon, too intoxicated, and too uncertain.

“Get some rest, girlie. I’ll find you in the morning.” He stands up, eyes burning. He needs a smoke, a drink, and a place to let himself feel the self-pity coursing through his veins. This means nothing, he tells himself. You make a pitiful sound, trying to follow him, but he can walk faster than you can stumble.

You’re so drunk you probably don’t even know what you’re saying to him. He can’t accept it, and he can’t reciprocate. If he did, he would be the biggest douche in the world. The kind of douche that preys on his drunk friend the minute they say something they would never mean while sober.

You grip onto his t-shirt, but he gently pries your hands off. You’re near tears now, and you wish he would just stay. Why can’t he, you wonder. You love him. You love him so much, so intensely it puts poetry to shame. You love his cologne, the way he speaks, his humor. You know him so well you could find him in any life, and your hands do fit his like gloves, and he can’t just leave you like this.

But he won’t let your drunk words ruin what you have. It’s too precious to be tossed out after one little slip-up. He’s not one to scare easily, but this moment is more terrifying that anything he has ever had to do in his entire life.

He needs to leave, and he needs to pray that he can get over this.

As he closes your bedroom door, separating you from the only boy you’ve ever truly loved, he mutters, “I hope you don’t remember this tomorrow.”

#solar eclipse.#patrick verona x reader #patrick verona #10 things i hate about you #10tihay #x reader #patrick verona imagines #heath ledger #fanfic #fanfiction

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zenkindoflove · 2 months

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Summer Heat - Chapter 10

Title: Summer Heat

Relationships: Elain x Lucien, Eris x Male OC

Rating: E

Status: Multichapter - WIP

Summary: Summer Court is hosting the Summer Solstice Summit and the Night Court is sending their best emissaries to attend. It will be Elain's first time mingling in another court, and it's a good thing she has an expert guiding her: the mate she's been ignoring for the last two years.

Post-ACOSF, Elucien and Eris x OC.