#rock 'n' roll picture scroll

[fishbred717]

ROCK 'N' ROLL PICTURE SCROLL

(sorry for post it twice I corrected some of them)

#fishbred's art bakery 😎 #rock 'n' roll picture scroll #the doors #the doors fanart #ray manzarek #jim morrison #robby krieger #john densmore #this is the rough story. really. #actually the true history is more complicated; Like they had a girl bassist in the beginning. #but I put my effort to make it simple! #enjoy it!

[literaila]

caught a bug

tasm!peter x fem reader

part two to this.

a/n: i am seriously sooo

*

“no, peter.”

“why not? no one will even be there. it’ll be just me and you… and possibly a couple of butterflies.”

he’s been trying to convince you to go to the butterfly pavilion with him for the last fifteen minutes. he even pulled up their website, showing you pictures of bugs that all looked the same and smiling adorably. he’s got a flush on his cheeks from all of his arguing.

where he got this idea, you’re not sure. why he’s so incessant on it, you know. he’s peter parker.

he practically lives to annoy you.

“i think i would rather die than feel a butterfly crawl on me.”

“we’ll get you some insect repellent.”

“then what’s even the point of going?” you ask him. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone; mostly just to avoid looking at him.

and drive him a little bit insane. whichever.

peter scoffs. “to go with me, of course. don’t you want to see a six foot long snake in a tree?”

“no, can’t say that’s ever been on my bucket list. or anyone’s.”

“it’s yellow,” he says, leaning towards you on your bed. he slyly—not—moved from your desk twenty minutes ago. and you try to pretend that you haven’t noticed him inching over. “please will you go with me? i’ll buy you a butterfly gift chain.”

“why would i go to a bug museum?” you ask him, lip twitching. you’re still not looking at him. “i’ve already got one of my own.”

from the corner of your eye you see his brow furrow. “who?”

you shrug. “you don’t know him.”

“i’m sure i do,” peter says, “who?”

“well, he lives off campus,” you look over to him, smiling. “i met him in class and he helped me with my homework… you know, things just went from there. he’s tall. rocking bod.”

peter is frowning.

you sign wistfully. “he’s also terribly annoying and he’s always buzzing around.”

and then you glance at him and he’s glaring.

“that’s not nice.”

“i might need to get one of those electric fly swaggers. you know the ones that look like tennis rackets? and they electrocute bugs?”

peter has his arms crossed. “i got that from the name.”

you pout, leaning towards him so you can ruffle his hair. “aww, peter,” you coo, “what’s wrong?”

he pushes your hand off, pretending to adjust his hair—even though there’s no real point to it. “what did i do to make you this mean to me?”

“i think it was the ‘sweetheart’ thing when we met.”

“what?” he frowns. “that’s endearing. like when your grandma says it.”

“it’s condescending. i don’t want a random man calling me sweetheart. especially when he’s trying to get a seat right next to me. i thought you were a frat boy.”

peter just stares at you with his mouth open.

“you’ve got the hair for it.”

his mouth closes, jaw clenched, and he glares at you again.

you laugh, hanging your head at him. “and anyway, why do you want to go to the butterfly pavilion? i didn’t even know we had one of those.”

peter looks away, swallowing. he shakes his head, and then he looks back to you, his usual smile is tight-lipped. “you don’t want to go to dinner, and you don’t want to get coffee. i just thought…”

“so your next resort was the butterfly pavilion?”

peter holds his hands up in defense. “hey, i figured no one’s ever asked you. i’m trying to beat the crowd.”

“it is literally just you and me.”

“the figurative crowd,” he rolls his eyes. duh. but then his weird smile is back, and he’s seriously looking at you. he clears his throat, readjusting, uncomfortable. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, though. why won’t you go to dinner with me?”

“huh?”

“or get coffee. i mean, i know we joke, but if there’s a reason…” he gestures with his head. “or another guy or something, i want to know. or if you’re just not…”

that into me.

peters face is so painfully neutral. he’s looking at you, except that he’s not. and you’ve never seen him quite like this.

you joke with him all of the time. mess with him like he’s someone you’ve known for decades, and not just four months. but his smile has never looked so fake.

apparently you’ve been staring at him for too long, because peter makes a noise. “sorry,” he whispers, but too loud. “i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just don’t want to keep dancing around it, y’know?”

“you didn’t—“ you clear your throat, looking away from him. “it’s fine.”

he nods, and then he waits.

he gives you several heart attacks, and peter, well, this must be normal for him. making girls feel like their organs are going to fall out of their chest. asking them to random places that of course he likes, because he likes everything.

looking at them so patiently, just like he’s looking at you now. giving them that friendly smile, that evil smile that made you afraid of him in the first place.

you sigh. “i don’t know. i thought you were joking, mostly.”

“for the last three months?”

you look over at him, eyes deadpanned. “peter. you realize how unserious you are, right? like, this cannot be news to you.”

he nudges you. “i know. but there’s only so many times you can make the same joke before it gets old…”

you don’t want to tell him that it has gotten old. that you feel your heart sink a little lower every time he laughs about it, because reality is just…

just.

“well, you’re usually unbearable. how am i supposed to know when you’re being serious, or just annoying?”

peter laughs with his teeth.

“plus, it’s just…” you blow out a breath. “i mean, we’re different, peter. i don’t like doing things like going to dinner or museums. i’m not any good at them. actually, the only thing i feel any good at is being mean to you. that’s easy.”

“well, you’re doing a great job.”

you snort.

peter leans over to try and catch your eye. “it doesn’t matter if you’re good at it. i don’t care about that. and it just means that you need practice.”

“i’m not falling for the ‘we’ll just practice this’ bullshit trope, peter—“

“c’mon,” he says, groaning. “like i’d let you practice with me.”

you roll your eyes at him but lean back against the wall. letting your shoulder brush his.

“hey,” he whispers, moving closer.

“hmm?”

“you like me, though, right? you already know i like you.”

“do i?”

“i wouldn’t endure all of the pain you put me through if i didn’t.”

“true,” you say, sighing. “yeah, i like you, peter. i wouldn’t have let you in if i didn’t.”

peter smiles, a bit smugly and you scowl at him, hating the way that smile makes you feel.

“good,” he whispers, turning toward you. “that means i can do this…”

when peter parker kisses you, it’s like letting go of any doubts. it’s like getting a limb back after years of phantom pain.

it’s sweet and sort, and peters lips are as soft as they look, and so is his hair—

when he pulls back, he’s still wearing that smile. “so, will you go out with me?”

you tilt your head and pretend to think about it. “are you still going to buy me that keychain?”

peter laughs and he kisses you again.

*

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[mxqdii]

Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!

Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?

A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!

saturday sex - theodore nott (18+)

pairings: theodore nott x reader

summary: after missing theo a little too much, when he comes back he helps her with her neediness

warning(s): kissing, smut, p in v sex, choking, dom!theo.

not proofread

after hours and hours of homework, i finally get the time to relax.

laying on my bed scrolling through my phone, i come across an edit account i'm very familiar with.

someone in hogwarts has decided to make some account dedicated to editing people

as i watch the edit, i notice i recognize the person being edited

its my boyfriend, theo.

me just being needy, watching this edit makes me in a heated mood, going into my camera roll, looking at the shirtless pictures theo has sent me in the past

30 minutes later and i've been stalking the edit account, practically drooling at every edit and picture of theo

the door suddenly opens and i'm met with the one and only, in his quidditch jersey, hair wet.

fuck him looking like this does not help the feeling in between my legs

i stare at him, evident lust in my eyes

"what?" he asks, walking closer to me

i stand up, face inches away from him, my eyes flickering to his lips

"theo.. i-" i start but hesitate, looking down

he uses his finger to direct my focus back onto him, looking up at him again seeing the smug look on his face.

"use your words baby" he says, pushing me onto the bed, hovering over me.

i know he won't kiss me until i say what i want.

i groan, "i want you- i need- i need you" i say and he chuckles

he leans in to me, kissing me passionately.

"take 'em off" i say, referring to my pants

"slow down, you're gonna have to wait" he says and i whine

he leaves hickeys all down my neck, hands wrapped around my waist.

after what feels like hours, he finally moves to my pants, undoing them and pulling them down

"lift your hips for me love" (iykyk)

once my pants are fully removed, he takes his shirt off and i trail my fingers over his abs, astonished.

"what is it you need, love?" he asks

fucked out, i answer no hesitation "you theo, i need to feel you"

he chuckles at my neediness and starts undoing his belt.

he takes my underwear off, along with his boxers, lining himself up with my entrance.

"you're sure you want this princess?" he asks and i whine

"yes! please theo"

without any warning, he thrusts into me, going at a soul shattering pace

i let out broken moans and gasps at the feeling

"this what you wanted? to be fucked like the slut you are?" he says, overstimulated with lust.

his hand finds its way to my neck, squeezing.

"you like that? fuck i knew you would" he says, continuously rocking his hips forward

he moves his other hand to rub circles into my clit

i throw my head back, arching my back, feeling the pleasure overtake me.

"cmon i know you're close, cum for me baby" he says and i gasp

the coil in my stomach snaps, everything going white and crashing down.

as he rides me through my orgasm, he has his own, dick twitching inside of me as he lets out groans.

he puts our foreheads together as we both breath heavily.

"fuck that was- just- wow." i say, not finding the words.

"can't have you all horny and unsatisfied isn't that right?" he says and i scoff

maybe i should watch edits of theo more often

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@stargirlv0id

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[jayssluttywife]

I decided to send this as soon as I saw that post🙏🥺. Can you make a fic where the reader came to visit Jay for lunch but Jay got hard by accidentally clicking y/n’s nudes pics that he had in his gallery. He didn’t know that y/ n would visit him. In the end, a normal visit to an office turned into a rough sex session?

🫣

You were like Jay's little personal assistant, getting him coffees here and there, sometimes even bringing him lunch. Today you wanted to speak to him about one of your assignments.

Jay was sitting in his office, slowly scrolling through old photos of himself and the members, and suddenly one caught his eye.

It was a photo of you through your mirror, smiling so innocently when your whole body was exposed. The more he swiped, the worst they got, he even found one of you bent over to show a dildo in your ass and a stuck-out tongue.

He had a growing erection, the more he looked, zooming in on the scandalous parts. This was work but he couldn't stop himself, even a basic picture of you could get him leaking through his pants and he couldn't hold himself anymore.

But before he could leave to the toilet and relieve himself he was stopped, by a settle knock on the door. "Mr Park?" you called out in a sweet voice. He groaned, leaning his head at the back of his chair.

What a coincidence, he was just looking at some dirty pictures of you, and look who it is calling his name so sweetly through the door. Your soft voice called him again as he looked back at the photos printed on his screen.

"Come in" he spoke. You walked in slowly, placing a lunchbox on his desk. You slightly ran up to him in worry, "What's going on Jay?" you purposely placed a hand on his upper thigh.

He opened his eyes, slowly lifting his head up from his chair as you took a step back. You wore not only a tight skirt but a tight button-up, distracting him from your face of worry.

He stood up, stepping closer and closer, closing the gap that was separating you two. He pushed you to the wall grasping his lips onto yours. Your eyes automatically shut, been waiting for this moment to happen for so long.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as he pushed his chest onto yours. One of your hands dropped, slowly falling onto his hard. He pushes your hand away placing his legs between yours.

You moan, giving him entrance to your small mouth as he explores it with your tongue. You start rocking your hips back and forth on his leg, a wet strip forming on his neatly ironed trousers.

You were both so needy.

He pushes your chest onto his desk. lifting up the material of your skirt to reveal your ruined panties. "Oh shit y/n your really wet baby" he coos at the view.

Within seconds, he's stretching you out, synchronizing a moan from the both of you. Before you know it, he starts rutting his hips against yours, a flood of pleasure filling you both up. You start to roll your hips backward, adding another strand of pleasure.

He grips a ponytail he created with his hands, making your back arch as he pulls harder, taking control. You gasp for air as he pushes your cheek flat onto the desk.

"Are you sure you just came here for lunch?" he smirks. You nod your head, reassuring him you didn't come for any other reason.

"I don't think so baby" he comes closer to your ear. "Wouldn't go around half naked to just come eat lunch with your boss" he licks the shell of your ear.

Your breathing stammers, getting closer, and closer, to your release. "Please Jay- hhng! need to cum, right now- on your cock" you whined. He puts a hand on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

"Yeah? c'mon then, do it baby"

You squirt it all out, dripping down yours and his thighs, you moan out his name helping him reach his climax before creaming your insides.

He pulls out slowly, helping you stand up and fix your rumpled skirt. He inspects your looks as you stand there like a doll. Shaking his head he puts a finger on his chin letting out a small 'This won't do' as he drags you to his car and back to his place. Having a long warm shower to soothe the pain.

I'm so sorry if I didn't give you what you wanted, but I honestly tried my best :)

my cutie anon ♡

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #jay x y/n #jay #enhypen jay #jay smut

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober last day Steve/Eddie

& voice kink

read on ao3

MDNI - rated E - modern setting, drunk texting, dirty talk

He was an idiot. A complete and utter menace to himself. Why hadn’t he let Robin take his phone or change the password last night? He had honestly thought if he was that blackout drunk he would’ve just come home and passed out. But no. 

Steve stopped scrolling through all the notifications on his phone and went to make coffee. After a few sips he sighed and called Robin. Hopefully there wasn’t more to the story. 

“Hello?” A deep voice answered and he dropped his phone. 

“Oh fuck. Huh?“ He was looking at Robin's name, but who was this? Putting the phone back up to his ear, he could only stutter, “I-I’m sorry, I’m confused I guess. I was trying to call someone else.”

“Well at least I know your phone does make calls,” he mused. This stranger’s voice was already doing things to him. It was so deep and rumbly and he could almost picture the person curled up in bed. Maybe with his shirt off. 

“I’m really sorry, I’m trying to catch up on what my drunk self decided to do last night,” he winced. “I, um, apparently saved your number under my best friend’s name, for starters.”

The man chuckled and Steve’s dick stirred in his boxers. He was so fucked. “That does explain some things, at least on my end. How about you do some catching up and call me later? If you want. And stop apologizing, sweetheart.” The endearment with the rich silky voice had him holding back a moan. 

“O-okay. Um, could you tell me your name? Please?”

The man groaned and Steve heard rustling which had him imagining the man repositioning on his bed. Oh shit. “So polite now, huh? I’m Eddie. Start on Bumble, for your research.” He snorted and Steve winced. 

“Oh man, it’s going to be bad, isn’t it?” Steve’s face flushed and he was glad this stranger couldn’t see him.

“Not the worst drunken flirting I’ve been a part of, promise. Now,” Eddie yawned. “I’m going to go back to sleep I think. Some hot guy had me up late last night. Hopefully he’ll call me back, though.” Steve couldn’t hold back the whimper as Eddie apparently ramped up his flirting voice and his knees almost buckled. 

“Oh my god,” he breathed. “Uhhh yeah, I’m going to do that. Both of those things. Fuck.”

Eddie huffed a laugh and purred, “Talk to you later, Stevie,” before he hung up. 

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” 

Steve immediately went to the Bumble app and gasped. He had a ton of new matches and messages. Matches that were men. He’d never made the change to his dating app when he’d allowed himself to face that part of him. Probably for this reason. 

But in the mess of rude and gross messages and messages that were just emojis or asking for his number, he found one that said Eddie. 

“Holy shit,” he gasped. Eddie was fucking gorgeous. He scrolled through his pictures and each one was better than the last. Long dark curly hair, sometimes twisted up on the top of his head with little bits pulled out to taunt him. Huge brown eyes with ridiculous eye lashes, the most delicious lips he’d ever seen. Steve never really went for the rock and roll look but apparently he was into it when it looked this good. The shredded jeans with a cropped band tee really converted him. 

There were a few prompts where Eddie had used the voice feature and Steve played the first one. 

Eddie’s caramel voice resounded in his tiny kitchen and he gasped again. “I get way too excited about finding the perfect album in a dusty pile in the corner of an antique shop. Or when someone wants to watch Lord of the Rings with me.” There was another little aggravating chuckle and Steve didn’t hold back the moan.

“This cannot be real.” Steve made himself go back to the beginning of the messages, knowing it was going to be embarrassing. 

It was worse than he could imagine. 

(2:18am) u r so ducking hot n ur voice is driving me

(2:18am) so so crazy

Steve swiped out and went into his contacts to try to actually call Robin. The number listed under her name was clearly now Eddie. He went to his messages and found the thread with just her number and hit call. 

“How are you functioning already this early? You were fucked-“

“Robin, I have a code red! A double code red. I don’t-“

“Wh-huh? What?”

“Apparently I drunkenly hit on this fucking gorgeous dude on Bumble last night and it’s, oh shit,” he rubbed at his face with his free hand. “Well, maybe I didn’t fuck it up completely because I just accidentally called him and he seemed…”

“Seemed?” Robin prompted. He could hear her smirk through the phone. 

“He didn’t seem put off. Like at all. He told me to catch up on our messages and call him back.”

“That’s very cute.”

After putting her on speaker, he swiped back into Bumble, encouraged now by having Robin metaphorically by his side and knowing Eddie still seemed interested after all. 

(2:34am) Thanks, you’re pretty ducking hot yourself. Having a good night?

Eddie let him ramble for a while about his night out with Robin, even Steve having trouble deciphering his terrible drunk texting. It was then full speed ahead for horny drunk Steve.

(2:56am) cd cum jus from ur voice omfg

(3:12am) need ur dick in my

(3:12am) mouth

(3:14am) r wherevr u want rly

Steve winced but saved Eddie’s pictures and screenshotted his embarrassing nonsense and sent it to Robin. 

“Oh my god, Steve.”

“Bobbi I swear to you I don’t remember any of this but I mean I do think his voice is like the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. His morning voice was like-“ he groaned and Robin made fake gagging noises at him. 

“You said you accidentally called him today? So he gave you his number even after all of this disgustingness?”

“Oh, yeah! And I somehow saved his number as you. So when I tried to call you this morning it was him.” He navigated back to his messages and opened the text thread for 👯 Robin Bobin🍦”Oh no.”

The messages weren’t much more coherent but Steve understood what Eddie had meant when he said it cleared up some things on his end. 

“I was texting him thinking I was texting you… about him… oh my god, Rob. What did I drink last night?”

(3:39am) hes soooo so so soooo forgoes

(3:39am) gorgus

(3:40am) gorgeus

(3:48am) Lol oh yeah?

(3:49am) I hope you’re home and safe, babe.

(3:50am) yah I’m in m bed

(3:50am) wanna hear ur voice

(3:52am) Okay lol give me one sec

(3:54am) stop calling me im wating for te love of my life to call dingus

“Jesus Christ.” He chugged the rest of his coffee and sunk into the couch. “Dude I kept demanding he call me but then yelled at him… thinking he was you calling. Telling you to stop calling me because ‘the love of my life’ was going to call. I’m never drinking again.”

“Why did he put up with this? And still wants to talk to you! You must have some amazing pictures on your profile,” she laughed.

“Well you picked them.”

“Oh,” she scoffed. “Then of course he’s in love with you.”

The texts kept coming. 

(4:02am) want to lik ur face

(4:06am) You’re cute.

(4:19am) boo I threw up ☹️

(4:22am) Aww sweetheart are you okay?

(4:34am) malljng asleep

(4:35am) Me too. Get some rest, honey.

“He’s so fucking sweet and amazing, Robs. All this shit I was doing and he was just worried about me. I can’t call this guy back. I can’t believe he answered when I called and woke him up.”

“He clearly likes you, dipshit. Call him back!”

He tortured himself for the rest of the morning going through the messages on Bumble. He saved his number properly (Eddie 🥵🥵🥵) and saw in his call log he’d missed a few calls and a FaceTime call from him the night before. 

He scrolled through his own profile, trying to look at it as if he was someone else. Robin had done most of the profile for him. He groaned and covered his face when he saw a ‘throwback’ picture of him in his Scoops Ahoy uniform from years ago. But Eddie had commented on it, “You wouldn’t happen to still have this outfit, would you? 😏”

Unsurprisingly, on a picture of Eddie in big black boots Steve had said, “I want u tk stomp on me w this boots.” 

He took tylonel and chugged some water and took a shower. Then he found himself back on his couch with his phone in his hand. He replayed all of Eddie’s voice prompts to continue to torture himself. How could he be so attracted to someone’s voice? Their recorded voice, even. In person it had to be mind melting. 

He texted Robin, triple checking that it was the correct thread. 

(1:08pm) what if I move to Guam?

(1:09pm) that means you haven’t called him yet?

(1:09pm) ofc not, Robin! I’ve already made a huge ass of myself

(1:10pm) if he’s interested in you he apparently likes huge asses 🍑🍑🍑

Steve groaned.

(1:10pm) why am I best friends with you again?

(1:11pm) cuz we’re the same person and we were trauma bonded by a terrible ice cream job

(1:11pm) CALL

(1:11pm) HIM

The choice was apparently made for him because his phone was ringing and he stupidly answered it. 

“Um. Hi?”

“Hi. I know I told you to call me but I figured I’d jump the gun since I work later. Didn’t want to miss you.”

“That’s okay. I’m, uh, I’m very embarrassed, honestly.” He covered his eyes with his hand and scrunched into the couch. “I promise I don’t do things like this.”

Eddie made a soft comforting noise. “It’s okay, Stevie. I promise it wasn’t offensive. Intriguing, actually. Endearing.”

God, his fucking voice. He could listen to him read the dictionary. A small groan punched out of him before he could hold it back. 

“You’re okay, though? I was mostly worried about you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for being so nice while I was being a menace.”

Eddie laughed. Steve pressed the phone against his face trying to get it closer to him. “You weren’t being a menace, sweetheart.” His honeyed voice cascaded over him and he made another simpering noise. “What’s got you all whimpery then?”

“Fuck. Your voice,“ he whined. He shouldn’t have been listening to his prompts all morning because he had already been buzzing from it and now getting it directed at him was too much.

“Oh that was for real? I assumed that was just a line.” Eddie definitely made his voice even more dark and sexy and Steve whimpered for real. “Maybe it’s a good thing you never answered last night. Would’ve kept your promise but been too out of it to remember.”

“Kept my promise?”

Eddie chuckled. “You told me you could come just from my voice.”

“Fuuucckk. I mean maybe, I’m hard from just listening to your prompts- uhhh,” he groaned. 

“Oh really?” His voice changed again to a more dark and sultry tone and Steve’s hips jolted up with a low moan. “God you really are, aren’t you?”

Steve did a little breathy “mhm” and Eddie groaned, low and dirty. 

“Oh my god.” Steve was losing his mind. He had never been so turned on from someone talking to him. Every word he said felt like it was going straight to his dick. “Eddie-“

“Holy shit, if you keep saying my name like that I’ll be coming in my pants right after you.”

Steve grabbed the back of the couch to stop himself from reaching for his throbbing dick. He whined again, feeling so desperate already. 

“You’re okay, angel. So you went out last night? With your friend?”

“Oh shit. Y-yeah. Finals are over.”

“Are you in school?” Eddie’s voice seemed to shift again but Steve just shook his head. Then realized he couldn’t see him. 

“Ah- n-no, Robin, my friend. She’s in her last year of college. I’m, uh, not.” A less fun version of humiliation clenched his guts.

“Robin is the one you saved my number under? You seem close.”

“Yeah. We met in high school. She’s, can we not really talk much about her, like right now?”

Eddie laughed. “Sure, baby. I get it. You wanna hear more about me, huh?” He could picture the exact smirk he bet was spread across his face.

“Fuck, sure. Anything. Please just keep talking.”

“You’re so sweet,” he said. “You by yourself? No roommates we have to worry about?”

“Ah- no. Just me. Apartment neighbors, but they’ve probably heard worse-“

“Oh yeah? You get loud, baby? Gunna be loud for me?” He sounded downright pornographic now. Dark and filthy and Steve wanted to roll in it. 

“God, how are you doing this? I’ve never- ah, shit- This is weird, right?”

Eddie hummed. “Not weird, Stevie. It’s so sexy, hearing you get all flustered over me. If it makes you feel better you’re the first person who’s been this interested in my voice,” he chuckled again and Steve moaned. “You gettin’ close, angel?” Steve made a noise he hoped was affirmative. “Not touching yourself, right? Wanna see if you can do it with just me talking,” he dropped his voice low and sultry again.

“Oh my god,” Steve was reeling. How was this possible? “You need to run a 900 line or something.” Eddie laughed again, a real laugh and Steve could picture him throwing his head back, hair flying. His neglected dick throbbed at him. 

“I think it’s just you, babe. Which is fine for me. I don’t usually like this sort of attention. But you’re so genuine about it. You just want someone to take care of you, huh?” The words and the rich silky tone had him moaning again, dick jumping in his sweats. 

“Yes,” he breathed. “So close, please,” he gasped out, letting his hips move uncontrollably. 

“Doing so good, Stevie. Gunna make a mess for me? You’re so amazing. You know you were driving me crazy all night right? Telling me to call and then not answering and telling me off about it. Would go stare at your pictures in your profile and all was forgiven. You could convince me to do anything, baby. Just turn those eyes up at me and I’d fold instantly.”

Steve whimpered loudly, then shoved knuckles in his mouth, suddenly self conscious about his noises. 

“Hey, let me hear you. Want you to be loud for me, c’mon. Know you’ve gotta be so close, little one. Gunna come so hard. I know,” he crooned. “You’ve got me close, too. Picturing you all sprawled out for me, all needy and desperate. Wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you if I was there.”

A loud moan burst out of him and his hips jolted forward again. The thought of Eddie being here, touching him and talking to him was forcing him to clench his fist into the couch to keep himself from touching his dick. 

“Please,” he cried out. 

“Oh, honey, I know. You’re so perfect, so sweet. Making me crazy. Bet you looked so good when you went out last night, yeah? Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Did you dance? Let everyone see you? Did you let them put their hands on you? Slide in behind you?”

Steve groaned and said, “Uh huh.” Eddie groaned back. 

“Yeah, but then you came home and found me. Chose me instead. Because you knew I’d give you what you really needed. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

He was squirming around so much now and constantly making little punched out moans and whimpers. Eddie’s voice in his ear was just right, saying just what he needed to hear and going straight to his cock. 

“Yeah, yes Eddie. Fuck- oh oh,” he rocked his hips, getting a tiny bit of friction against his boxers. 

“C’mon, you can do it. So fucking hot, baby. Maybe we’ll try this again when I see you. Lay you out across my lap and just talk to you. Huh? Think we’d make it? Before I lost my mind and fucked you?”

Steve cried out, almost dropping his phone. “Oh fuck, oh my god-“ he panted and shoved his phone back to his face. “Please-“

“Yeah, you’d be begging for my cock huh? And I’d give it to you. Would give you everything you wanted. So fucking good for me. Now come.” The growl under his voice sent Steve spiraling. 

He yelled out as he came, seeing stars. He dropped the phone out of his hand to clench around the cushion behind his head as his hips continued pumping. 

When he scrambled for his phone his thumb hit the video call button and suddenly he was face to face with the man who just made him come untouched. 

“Oh. Hi.” His face was red and sweaty, hair stuck to his forehead in the little box. Eddie smirked at him, looking mostly nonplussed. His hair was piled in a bun on the top of his head and it made Steve want to yank the tie out. 

“Hi baby. Well? Let me see.”

“Oh my god,” he panted. But he turned the camera around to pan down to the growing wet spot in his sweats, his legs still jumping. 

“Fuck, you’re so ridiculously hot.”

Steve turned it back to his face again but covered it with his hand. 

“Don’t do that, honey. You’re perfect. That was the hottest thing ever.”

Steve peeked out from over his hand. “Really?”

“Really. When can I see you? What are you doing tomorrow?”

Steve giggled. “Tomorrow’s free.”

@lawrencebshoggoth @lighthousebeams

#Kinktober #steddie Kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mine #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #Steddie smut #stranger things smut #we made it to the end lol

[justmeinadaze]

Ghost in the Machine Part 2 (Eddie X You)

A/N: It seems I need Daddy Eddie lately <3

Warnings: Daddy Rockstar Eddie and Fem Stripper Sub Reader, SMUT, degrading, dirty talk, FLUFF, ANGST, reader mentions that she doesn't talk with her parents, fears about releasing control, Eddie doesn't push her (He's a sweet boy), mentions of their jobs and the negatives. Nothing too dramatic in this one.

They do have a text conversation in the beginning and Eddie's is in red.

Word Count 4511

Part 1 Here

“Good morning, pretty girl. Or afternoon rather. I don’t know. All I know is I’m up.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to say I hope you have a good day and we should be finished by about 7. See you later!”

You smile at the messages Eddie had sent you wondering if you should reply. You didn’t want to seem too eager but you didn’t want him to think you didn’t care. 

Ugh! What is it about this man that is making me think shit like this?

Throwing your phone aside, you decide to not respond and go about your day like you normally would. The problem was you didn’t have anything to do. After taking a shower and making lunch you found yourself sitting on your couch zoning out as you scrolled through the tv. After a while you gave up, throwing the remote on the table, and grabbing your laptop. 

I shouldn’t look him up. We’re going to talk later and what’s online probably isn’t all true anyway. 

Sighing, you guiltily type his name in the search bar and browse what comes up. 

As to be expected, a lot of information about Corroded Coffin came up first. You skimmed through regular bio pieces about how they formed and how excited they were when their first single became popular. A few had videos attached that you played, watching how Eddie behaved. He was slightly reserved during each interview, trying not to sound nervous as he spoke. When you found some videos with fans, however, his whole demeanor changed. He became so much more animated and smiled wide as he talked to people especially little kids who had on Corroded Coffin t-shirts. 

There were a few tabloid reports about actresses he supposedly dated or slept with. One article had a blinding white light flash in his face as he tried to shoo away the people taking the photo. One of the articles had a video of him being thrown into a cop car, sticking out his tongue as they drove away. 

Is this who he really is?

You began feeling yourself get antsy forcing you to click away from articles like that and scroll through his social media. It looks like the only thing he had was an Instagram he barely used however a lot of the pictures he did have made you smile. There was one fairly recently with him standing next to an older gentleman who was wearing a shirt with their band name as they both stood backstage at what you assumed was one of their concerts. Eddie was holding up the rock & roll symbol as the other man was mid laugh. 

Your phone suddenly dinged as a message came through. 

“Hey sweetheart. We’re taking a little break here but we’re almost done so I should be there in about an hour or so. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, Eddie. No problem.”

Closing your device, you began to get ready for your visit from a famous rockstar. 

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Eddie smiled wide as you giggled at his story about the shoot. When he showed up, his hair was relatively styled and he was wearing some light make up they put on him. While you two ate the food he brought, he regaled you with stories of other photo shoots that had been way more chaotic as well as some stories from the road. 

He did make a mental note that you didn’t respond with stories of your own or even say anything really. You continued to grin as you sat there nodding your head and intently listening in as you hung on to his every word. 

“Well, sweetheart, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I’d love to know a bit more about you.”

“Oh, there isn’t much to tell.” 

His eyes scanned over you as you took a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze. “Why do I doubt that?”

“Good question because you shouldn’t.” The metalhead tilts his head to your remark, relishing your sassy tone. “Honestly, there isn’t much to me. I moved here, I strip. I’m broke so I signed up for the ‘side business’ and now I’m here.”

“Mhmm and before you moved here?”

“I lived somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“None of your fucking business.” 

This time Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he glared in your direction. Sass, he loved, but out right disrespect was something completely different.

“Look at me. I said look at me, little girl!” His voice raised as you turned away from him at his first request. “I can handle your attitude but you will treat me with respect and not fucking talk to me like that. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”, you sneer through clenched teeth. 

He weighs the options of forcing you to say it correctly. You weren’t technically his yet but you had let it flow so freely from your lips last night that he considered giving you a bit more of a taste of what a relationship with him would be like or at least the kind he preferred. 

“Good.”, Eddie exhales. “Y/N, I’m not trying to pry but I’m not one of your clients or whatever. I genuinely just want to learn more about you.” He notices you soften slightly so he jumps on the opportunity. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we play a game.”

“Game?”

“Yeah, a game. Think of it like twenty questions. I imagine you did some snooping today before I came over which I also assume has you wanting to ask some questions of your own. Ask me anything you want and I swear I’ll answer but in return I would like you to do the same.”

When your eyes find his chocolate ones again, you can’t help but smile at him. He seemed so sincere and you already told him you struggle with releasing control like that so you thought he would know how to guide you through while getting you to slowly open up. You finally nod and his grin grows.

“Ladies first.”

“Oh, I feel special.”, you smirk. “Ok, um, on your Instagram there’s a picture of you backstage with an older man. Is that your dad?”

Eddie blinks as he scoots a little closer to you. “Interesting. Before I answer, may I ask why out of all the questions, THAT is your first one?”

“You seemed different next to him, happier. It made me the most curious.”

“Fair enough. Wayne was very much like a dad but he’s my uncle. He raised me for a good chunk of my life.” He gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “Do you get along with your family?”

“Define ‘family’.”

“How about we stick with mom and dad for now?”

Swallowing, you push down the urge to tell him to fuck off. “My parents and I haven’t talked in a very long time.”

He nods before taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “Yeah, I know how you feel.”

Eddie’s eyes briefly flash that same glint of loneliness you noticed after he gave you his phone to put your number in. Your brain runs through multiple topics to ask, fearing that if you stay on your current one, he’ll want to dig more into your history or he’ll continue to be hurt by his own. 

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

“I’m scared.”

His eyes immediately locked with yours as he searched with concern. “Of me?”

“No. I told you last night I struggle with letting go of control. A lot of my history…my life…I’ve kept to myself and never really talked about it. I get the vibe that your kind of the same. I don’t want you to be hurt or force yourself to tell me things.”

Eddie turns his body a bit more to face you as he speaks. “Y/N, you’re right. I don’t go around talking about my history because it’s not something people need to know especially since 99% of the people that walk into my life walk right back out again. But…I don’t know, baby. Maybe I’m just really hoping you’ll stay.”

You pleasantly sighed at his last sentence and he smiled in your direction. 

“How about this? How about we talk shop. I tell you what I’m looking for in a relationship and vice versa.”

“Can we still do the questions? Because I have a few there.” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “You said you want to talk care of me. What exactly would that entail?”

“Everything, I guess. I want to talk with you about things like our days or anything really. I want you to feel comfortable being open with me not just emotionally and mentally but physically.  I want to kiss you till your lips are numb. I want to make you cum till you beg me to stop and then some. I really want to handcuff you to my mattress and fuck your tight little pussy till you can’t walk straight.”

Your eyes closed as you tried to control your breathing. 

“Was that too much?”

“No, no. I, um, so this wouldn’t be…intimate?”

Eddie blinked again as his head tilted. “Define intimate.”

“Are you going to get jealous about men at my job?”

“Are you when it comes to mine and other women?” You shake your head and he nods. “No I won’t get jealous but I want you to know that…you at least don’t have to do that ‘side business’ anymore. I can help you if you need money for anything.”

“Eddie, I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“How about you think about it this way? Instead of fucking multiple men, you’ll only be fucking me. I can give you however much you usually make in a night and then some.”

It’s your turn to nod as you push some hair back behind your ear.

“Is there anything you don’t like, Y/N? Something I should steer clear of.”

“Don’t…hurt me. I mean I like it rough but not too rough you know?”

“Gotcha. So no canes, flogs, or any of that other stuff?”, he playfully smiles. 

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“What?! Pretty girl like you in your field doesn’t know about that side of the BDSM spectrum?”, he asks in a lighthearted tone making you laugh. 

“What about you? Anything I should avoid?”

“A couple. One I’m a little steadfast on, the other has some wiggle room.” Eddie takes a sip from his drink before placing it on your coffee table. “I, um, I struggle with being touched. I spend so much time getting grabbed on day in and day out sometimes I just need a minute.”

“I understand that.” His eyes shift to you as he watches you speak. “I mean, obviously, as a stripper men think I’m free reign. When I have a bad day or something I just need people to go away. Can you let me know? Like whenever we see each other, if you don’t want to be touched just tell me and I can fuck off.”

Eddie laughs at your choice of words and it makes your smile widen. You liked his tooth filled laugh; it seemed genuine. 

“Of course. But I expect you to do the same.”, he scolds with joke filled eyes.

“Yes, sir.”, you giggle. “What was the other thing?”

“Disrespect. I can handle sass but disrespect…”

“Define disrespect.”

“The way you answered me before. ‘None of your fucking business’.”, he mimicked making you blush. “I don’t like that. Don’t talk down to me either.”

“Aw, poor rockstar. You don’t like being talked down to or put in your place?” You knew what you were doing and so did he. When he glanced your way again, you could see the fire. It wasn’t necessarily angry but more like he was amused. Now if this is what that looks like, you’d hate to see fury because his beautiful brown eyes were currently burning holes into your own. 

“I don’t know, whore. Do you?” Your mouth fell open at his response as he slung his arm over the back of your couch and scoot so close to you that his knee was touching yours. “I’m not like the other men you fuck, Y/N. I’m not going to throw a tantrum because you talk back or leave because you hurt my feelings. I have no problem playing your game and putting you in your place.”

“Said the man who struggles with ‘disrespect’.” You say the last word in a deep, sarcastic dad tone as you grin wickedly in his direction. The chuckle that leaves his lips, however, startles you as he looks away and runs his hand over his shirt, pretending to straighten it. 

“Oh, baby. I can’t wait for you realize sentences like that have consequences.” Eddie continues to look anywhere else that isn’t your face and it kills you. You desperately want his attention again. “You said nothing too rough but what about things like choking or hitting?”

“I don’t mind either. The, um, the way you choked me last night was okay.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“No. I’ve never done this before.”

“Ok, we can utilize the stop light system. If I ask you what color you’re at, green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. Just say red if you feel uncomfortable.”

“Alright, Eddie.”  You growl in frustration as his eyes remain downcast. “Eddie? Please… can you look at me?”

“Oh? Little girl wants my attention? After being a brat a moment ago, I don’t think you deserve it.”

Your instinct is to touch his chest and curl up on his lap, cooing in your high pitch voice you use on the job to get him to do what you want but after his confession about being touched you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Plus, you have a feeling your normal tactics won’t work on him here.  

Sliding onto the floor, you place yourself on your knees next to his leg.

“Please, Daddy.”

Eddie’s chest deflated as his eyes closed, trying to hide the pleasure hearing you say that gives him. When he opens them again, they meet your big doe ones as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“I really did just come over with the intention of talking to you.”

“I know. We can still just talk if you want to or maybe we can watch a movie…” As you glance towards the tv, he places two of his fingers under your chin, and turns your face back to look at him. 

“We’re not going to watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Oh, um, ok. Do you want to maybe see my bedroom?”

Eddie nods and as he rises to his feet, he extends his hand for you to take, helping you off the floor. 

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

He steps into your personal space and just like last night you can feel his cigarette smelling breath warming your lips as he hovers just above them. 

“Thank you…?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you whisper. 

“Good girl.”

When you don’t move his smile widens as he gestures down a hallway with his eyes and you laugh nervously before leading him to your room. 

“Aw, this is cute.”, he grins as he looks around taking everything in. 

“What did you expect, Mr. Munson? Some neon lights with a stripper pole in the middle.”

You watch him as he continues to explore, ignoring your sass as he scans through your music.

“Geez, I didn’t think people bought albums anymore.”

“I do. I like the way they sound.” Walking over to where he was standing, you run your fingers through you collection and pulled out one he definitely recognized. 

“Well shit. I didn’t know we sold any physical albums either.” Taking the Corroded Coffin album from your hand, he quickly gave it a once over before handing it back to you. “Seems like you don’t listen to it very much.”

You shrug as you place it back in with the others. “What album gets you in the mood for work?”, he asked.

“Huh?”

“You’re getting ready for the evening to go to a client’s house or to the club where you dance. You know it’s going to be a long night of hoots, hollers, and flirty touches with drunk assholes until 3am. What do you listen to, to get you mentally in that headspace?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I think it just depends on my mood.”

“Let me ask you this then. Did you listen to music when you got ready to come over last night? What did you put on?”, he asks when you nod. 

Lightly moving him to the side, you grab the album on top of another stack by the record player and set it up before carefully dropping the needle on the record.

“You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours as the man begins to sing and he can see the music already affecting you as you begin to lightly sway. 

“It’s a band called Two Feet. They’re rhythm and lyrics just…” Your voice trails off as he continues to watch you. He doesn’t move or say anything and his strong, powerful demeanor is making you wetter by the second. This time you move, pushing your body so close to his you can feel his heartbeat against your own chest. His chocolate eyes scan your face before landing on your lips. 

“I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning You're holding me down and Holding me down You're killing me slow So slow, oh no I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning.”

“Please, Daddy.”, you whisper, desperate to feel his mouth on yours. 

Eddie obliges tilting down to kiss you firmly as his fingers tangle in your hair to bring your face as close to his as possible. Walking you backwards towards your bed, he falls on top of you as his lips continue to dance with yours. 

“Y/N...I need to hear…hear you agree to…what I’m asking for.”, he pants out between each peck and heavy breath. 

“I—we can end it at any time?”

“Of course. Of course, sweetheart.”

“Ok. Ok, Eddie.”

He softly smiles as his fingers caress your cheek. “Can I see your body? Can you show it to me, please?”

“Please? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You treat me with respect and I’ll do the same.” 

Rolling to his side, he allows you space to remove your shirt and pull down your jeans with your panties.

“No bra? Naughty little girl.”, Eddie teases as runs his hands along your legs. “You really are beautiful, princess.” Guiding your leg over his waist, you licked your lips as you felt the tips of his fingers glide ever so gently up and down your inner thigh. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and you’re making a mess already.”, he chuckles with slight condescension that has you pouting.

“Oh, come on now, pretty girl. Don’t make that face. Is all of this for me?” When you only nod, his palm lightly but firmly slaps down against your folds making you yelp. “Properly, please. I want to hear you. I always want to hear you.”

“Y-yes, Daddy. It’s all for you.”

You both groan as he slides his fingers between your lips, the sound of your slick causing the bulge in his own jeans get tighter as it pressed against the denim.

“Fuck me, baby. Can Daddy taste you? Are you going let Daddy make you feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please. I need you to.”

After yanking his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor and slides his body between your legs, tenderly kissing parts of your skin along the way. When his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds, your eyes roll back as you loudly moan.

Eddie can’t help but laugh under his breath at the sound. 

“Do you like how my tongue feels, pretty girl?”

“S-so wide. Please don’t stop.”

He does as you ask and your whole body comes to life as he explores every part of your cunt; making mental notes at what makes your whimper the loudest. Coming off you, he gathers some of your arousal with his fingers and slowly pushes two of them into your entrance.

“Goddamn it, sweetheart. You are so fucking tight.” His mouth eagerly wrapped around your clit as he pumped his digits inside you. Eddie’s eyes remained on your face as he watched you squirm and play with your breasts. 

“Yes, Daddy! Pl-please! I’m gonna…”

“That’s it, baby. Let go and cum for Daddy.”

Practically screaming, your body shook as you came, your hips grinding against him. Eddie continued to lick you, smirking as he felt your body twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Kissing his way up to your lips, his smile grew wider as you beamed up at him with hooded eyes. 

“You did good, princess. You taste so good and your pussy is so tight. I’m going to ruin you when I fuck you.”

“You’re not going to fuck me now?”, you whine.

“No, Y/N. Not tonight.”

“Do I get to at least make you cum?”, you ask gesturing towards his groin. 

Leaning against your headboard, he collects you to his side till your head was on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead. 

“You want to make Daddy cum, honey? Go ahead and take out my cock.”

Your eyes remain on his as you tug at his belt with one hand before unbuttoning his pants and guiding them down his hips enough for his cock to spring free. You had felt him the night prior but seeing him now made your eyes widen. He really was going to ruin you.

“You can touch me.”, he murmured.

Licking your palm, you reached out to hold him and his dick twitched at the contact. Your mouth salivated as your thumb grazed the pre cum already dripping from his slit. Eddie deeply exhaled at the action but as you leaned forward with the intention of choking on his cock, his hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. 

“Nu uh. I said you could touch me not taste me.”

“Please, Daddy. I really want to.” He shook his head and you whined. You actually whined like a child as you crooned your face into his neck. 

His fingers roughly tugged on your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“Who’s in control here?” Your lips formed into a thin, defiant line causing him to yank harder making you moan at the action. “Answer me.”

“You are, Daddy.”

“If you want to keep giving me that fucking attitude, Y/N, I can jerk myself off while you watch. Be grateful I’m allowing you to do anything.”

“Can I at least spit, please?”

Taking hold of your palm, he brings it to his lips as he lets a glob of spit fall into it and places your hand back around him. Watching his face, it killed you that it was now contorted in annoyance. You wanted him to feel as good as he had made you feel.

As you began to stroke him, you curled your body closer to his and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to give you attitude. I just want to feel you in my mouth so badly.” Eddie moaned at your confession as your hand twisted around him, your thumb occasionally grazing his tip. “I want to feel you in the back my throat. I want you to feel me gag around you and make a mess over your cock.”

His calloused palm ran down your side till you felt his fingers pinch your nipples making you mewl in his ear. 

“That’s right, Daddy. Touch me. Use me to cum.”

“Fuck. F-faster, baby.”

“Is that you need, Daddy?”, you coo as you pump him quicker, squeezing your hand tighter around him.

Eddie’s lips land on yours for a passionate kiss as his tongue massages your own. You mewl at the taste of yourself as his mouth travels down your cheek to your ear.

“Your hand feels so good on me, sweetheart. Fuck… maybe if you beg me…D-Daddy will let you swallow his cum.”

As his lips and tongue caressed your throat, his ear hovered just close enough to your mouth for you to whisper you pleas to him as he groaned at the sound. 

“Please. Please let me taste you, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please…”

Eddie’s jaw went slack and you felt his face scrunch against your skin. Roughly gripping the back of your neck, he guided you over his cock and you opened your mouth just enough for him to thrust himself inside of you. 

“Fuck me, babygirl. Your mouth is so fucking warm. Don’t move. Daddy’s going to give you what you want.”

After a few more sloppy movements of his hips, he grunted above you as you felt ropes of his release hit your throat. As soon as his hands fell, you utilized the opportunity to run your tongue along his tip, licking him clean. 

Gently kissing up his stomach, you laid your head on his chest as you listened to him breathe. It took him a while before his fingers finally reached up to play with your hair as he laid his arm on top of the one you had strewn across him. 

“Eddie? What are the rules for after?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Do you want me to go?” You didn’t see but he softly smiled as you held him tighter.

“No…but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m actually quite comfortable if I’m being honest.”

“Me to. Which is new for me.” He cranes his neck to look at you and you lean back a bit so your eyes can find his. “If I’m being honest.”

“I don’t know if this needs to be said, Y/N, but you’re safe with me. If at any point you do feel uncomfortable or you need tell me something please feel free to be open with me.”

Nodding, you smirk as you sit up, grabbing the bottom part of his jeans at the legs and tug them off before throwing them aside. Eddie watches you with amusement, grinning as well as you tug his shirt over your head and climb back into bed to pull his boxers back up over his hips. 

Turning off your bedside lamp, you take his hand, and place his arm over your waist as you melt your body into his own. Sliding his other arm under your pillow, he leans forward to softly kiss your shoulder as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Good night, pretty girl.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

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[emocxnteddie]

!! Musicians Heart !!

Couple/Ship; Colby Brock x Male!Reader(He/Him pronouns used)

Genre; SFW

AU Where Reader Is A Punk Rock Musician.

Warnings; None.

Colby was looking at his phone, scrolling through instagram when he saw a familiar name, someone he'd known in high school. M/N L/N. He looked at the account, and noticed the pictures.

He was shocked to see that M/N was doing good, even better then Colby imagined. He saw that M/N had started a music career, which he was surprised to see.

He noticed he made music similiar to punk rock. Colby couldn't help but notice the videos and pictures of M/N on his instagram wearing quite attractive outfits, aswell as videos.

Colby quickly sent a friend request, his curiousity getting the better of him.

A few hours had passed, and Colby heard his phone go off with a notification. He looked at the phone, and noticed M/N had accepted his friend request, even sending him a message.

{Username} - Hey, you sent me a follow request, why? I mean you are way more popular on here then me.

{Colbybrock} - Well i just recognized you from high school, you M/N L/N right? I think we went to the same class.

{Username} - Huh, well yeah, i'm M/N, you also pursued a career in social media?

{Colbybrock} - Hahah, yeah, i did, hey maybe if your in LA sometime, we can catch up?

{Username} - I'm actually in LA for a concert i'm doing, perhaps we can take a drink at some cafe in town during the day?

{Colbybrock} - Sounds good! Tomorrow sound good at [insert Cafe name] around 12 pm?

{Username} - Yup, sounds great, see you tomorrow, Brock.

Colby looked at his phone, feeling himself smile. He had no idea why he was doing this, but it felt right to do it. He thought M/N looked so good in the pictures.

Colby decided to listen to some of M/N's songs, feeling himself love them. He enjoyed the way the lyrics worked together, and the beat of the music.

That night he fell asleep listening to M/N's music while thinking about the meetup he would have with him tomorrow during the afternoon.

The morning rolled around, and the time was 11:45 pm, Colby had arrived at the cafe that he and M/N had agreed to meetup. He was looking at his phone while waiting. Soon he heard the doors open to the cafe.

There stood M/N, wearing [Think of something Alt Style clothes you'd wear]. Colby smiled at M/N, and walked over to him. "Hey, M/N, It's Colby, we talked over insta yesterday!" Colby said awkardly.

M/N chuckled, and nodded, "I know, also great spot you picked out." M/N said, and Colby chuckled. "Thanks, i know it's a small cafe so not a lot of people go here, meaning we get more privacy from fans." Colby said, and sat down in a seat across M/N.

"Smart, i mean most people know i'm in town so it's good to see a place where i can get some stuff done in private without being bound to my hotel room." M/N said, and looked at the menu. Colby couldn't help but admire the way M/N looked, his [Hair style] was to die for, and his [Eye color] were beautiful.

Colby sighed, and looked at the menu he'd gotten. "So, how was life for you after high school?" Colby asked, and M/N looked at him. "It was alright, like a year after high school ended i began making songs." He answered, and Colby nodded. "That's cool, i began doing youtube with Sam, remember him?" he asked M/N, and he nodded. "Yeah, Sam Golbach, right?"

Colby laughed and nodded, "Yup, him and i are still best friends." Colby thought about Sam for a moment then looked at M/N, noticing they had made eyecontact. "Uhm-" Colby got tongue tied, and his face heated up.

M/N grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Cat got your tongue?" he said, teasing Colby.

Colby shook his head, and looked back down at the menu. "Nope.." he groaned, and sighed. M/N had noticed his reaction, which he found amusing. "It's cool if you think i'm hot, i mean i think you look good." M/N hummed, and decided what he would order.

"I'm gonna have a [Drink name] and a [Dessert], what about you?" M/N asked, and Colby became peachy pink on his cheeks. He cleared his throat, nervous.

"I'll have a black coffee and a cupcake." he said, and M/N looked at the waitress politely, "One black coffee, one [Drink name], a cupcake and a [Dessert]" M/N said, and the waitress nodded and walked to the kitchen to hand the order to the chefs.

"Did you mean what you said that you find me good-looking?" Colby asked, his voice shaky from embarrassment. M/N nodded and chuckled at Colby, "Yeah, I did." he said and smiled at Colby.

They had spent an hour talking and catching up in the cafe, and now they were walking back to M/N's hotel.

Once they got to the gate to the hotel, M/N looked at Colby and kissed his forehead. "It was nice catching up with you, Brock," he said, then left Colby dumbfounded outside the hotel.

Colby was shocked but happy. He giggled and took a deep breath. He knew he had to call up M/N some day, this was great catching up.

#colby brock #colby x male reader #colby #sam and colby #male reader #x reader #x male reader #male reader fluff #mlm #reader #colby x reader

[azulera]

We Go Together

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Summary: Jadon wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Notes: don’t know where this one came from really bt i literally gave myself b*tterflies while writing it … it was so fun and i think its so so cute. also helloo to the JS25 girlies how are you :) hope u enjoy :)

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“This is so random, but, I can’t lie. I hate braids. Like, on girls.”

Jadon looked at Reiss from the side of his eye, barely lifting his head from the back of the couch. Maybe they’d been vegetating on the chocolate-colored sectional too long, the blue light exposure from watching TikTok after TikTok finally getting to his friend’s head. It had to be that.

“What, bro?”

“They’re childish, brother, look.” Reiss leaned over, showing Jadon a clip of a girl being spun in a salon chair, with bright blue box braids trailing down the cape around her back. Reiss sucked his teeth twice before the video even ended. “It’s a little kid’s hairstyle, like primary school plaits. I do not rate them.”

Jadon laughed in a loud burst of sound, and shook his head at his friend’s wild take. Reiss’ complaining had triggered an image in his mind that easily refuted each of the critiques he brought up. He pushed the phone away from his face.

“Nah, you’re tripping. Braids are fire. Especially with the little baby hairs out, slicked down and that.”

“Noo, bro, the baby hairs get so extra!” Reiss rocked in his seat. “It’s gotta go, the whole style’s dead.”

“Maybe on gyal you see, but my girl, her things different. I’m telling you.”

“Oh my days– you almost did it, you know? You almost made it ten whole minutes without mentioning Y/N. It’s been 2 years, bro, we get it, you’re locked down, it’s cute, whatever.”

Jadon shrugged, a smile on his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“I’m jus sayin.”

Reiss laughed, and switched subjects to show him another TikTok he thought was hilarious, but the picture in Jadon’s mind that his friend had summoned was too strong to ignore now, the warm feeling in his chest too sweet to pass by quickly. He half-listened while Reiss explained the meaning behind the joke, and scrolled to your Instagram profile. He went back a few weeks to spring break photos where you were sea-side in a flowy linen outfit with waist length braids falling over your shoulders, caught in the ocean wind. A minute later, he’d reposted the photo to his story, with a caption below.

“I love box braids. 😍 And my girl 😍”

He smiled again when it published, his thousands of followers viewing the image and leaving a flurry of cherry red hearts rising in the corner of the screen. Reiss, realizing he was no longer being listened to, peeked over Jadon’s shoulder, and rolled his eyes.

“You are such a simp, bro. I would banter you more if I wasn’t a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry, brother, it’ll happen for you one day. When you stop hating on girls’ hairstyles, I bet. Saying braids are dead, nah, you’re mad.”

Reiss shoved against his shoulder, but quickly slipped back down his internet rabbit hole, and a text came into Jadon’s phone.

Y/N: not u reposting my old pics lol you were lurking?

Jadon: No Jadon: Actually yeah Jadon: Reiss was trashing braids and i had to set him str8 Jadon: Can you come by?

Y/N: you 2 are mad i swear Y/N: and i thought u and him had plans after the match?

Jadon: Nah the braid comment was too much Jadon: I wanna see you

Y/N: yeah thats poor from him. i can be there in an hour :) Y/N: and i just got fresh braids done yesterday, i forgot to tell you lol

Jadon: 😍

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“What’s your middle name then? William? Zachary?”

The question registered only faintly in Jadon’s headset, all his focus instead zeroed in on the pixelated movements of his starting XI as they ran alongside Marcus’ XI. The teams were so well-matched that every possession was a battle, and the 85th minute found them in a deadlock with one goal each. It wasn’t quite the time for casual conversation.

“My middle name? What do you mean? No-no-no-no!”

One of his center backs made a sloppy pass, and a pressing forward had intercepted it. Thankfully, the keeper recovered and the score remained 1-1.

“Stop trying to distract me, bro! It won’t work.”

“M’not, I swear! It’s just the letter there on your bracelet. It’s catching the light and I can see it through the screen. And it’s not J or S, so.”

Jadon looked down at his wrist for a moment, at the thin gold chain draped along the left one with a capital letter and small, earth figure hanging in the center. Marcus was right – the jewelry did shine in the light coming in through the window and glowing from the computer monitor, and the sight twitched the sides of his mouth.

“It’s not my middle name, it’s for–wait, wait–”

Jadon paused the game and Marcus cursed over the headset. Still, he went on unbothered, more than happy to provide context around the question his teammate had innocently or not so innocently posed.

“So the letter, that’s for my girlfriend's name. She bought it for me for my birthday, couple years back. It’s nice, innit.” The grin that had started as a twitch now stretched across his mouth. “And the little earth thing is like, it’s like a reminder. That when I’m away, different country, different city, whatever. She’s always with me.”

Marcus smiled at him over the monitor, shaking his head even as his fingers itched to get back to the match.

“Aw look at you, Sanch, big softie. It’s too bad your missus ain’t here now though, to save you gettin whooped in FIFA.”

“No, you’re lucky she’s not here, really, cause I’d have been on a hattrick. It’s a miracle you’re even gettin a sniff, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop chatting then and press play. Five more minutes and then we’ll see.”

Jadon resumed the game and leaned forward in his chair, his thumbs flying over the buttons. When his team paused for a corner minutes later, thoughts of you, which had been simmering under the surface ever since Marcus’ inadvertently brought you up, flashed through his mind. It was hard when he was in Manchester, and you were in London, but the little spiel he’d given his teammate reminded him, just as the bracelet did, that if the two of you could ever be considered “apart” it was only ever in a physical sense, never an emotional one. There was nothing that could separate him from you as far as he was concerned, unless he were to tear his own heart out of his chest or something equally dramatic. He decided instead to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing the letter charm softly to his lips. It was your name he whispered against the gold, uncaring if Marcus could hear, as he sent the cross flying towards the box.

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“Can I help you find something, sir?”

The salesgirl rested a hand on his forearm as she asked, and Jadon flinched at the touch. He’d been in the shoe store for a few minutes already and no one had noticed him yet, but the intensity of her look told him he’d been recognized. She was suddenly stood so close some of the hair from her ponytail brushed against his shoulder, and he could see the dark clumps in her heavy lashes. Her fingers were cold.

“Yeah, actually,” He stepped away from her while he talked, letting her hand drop. “I’m looking for a pair of those, uh, ugg slippers, slides, the ones with the fur. Do you have those?”

“I believe we do!” She flashed him a smile that lasted too long to be comfortable, and then turned slowly on her heel. “Follow me.”

They walked to the winter footwear section and she lead the way, walking slower and swinging her hips more than was necessary for the 30-second trip. Her performance, however, was lost on Jadon, who had opened up his phone to read his most recent text thread.

Jadon: Baby pick a color, it’s important

Y/N: for what?

Jadon: Don’t worry about it just pick Jadon: Red, blue, black or brown

Y/N: don’t even know what i’m choosing 😳 Y/N: but i’ll say red, it’s our fave

Jadon: 👍🏽

They’d come upon the display of slip-ons, and the girl swept an arm over them, slipping back into a sales monologue about their current popularity with customers, and how the fur-lined interior was more comfortable than any other ugg shoe she’d tried. He thought her boss must be somewhere around, but noticed there was no one near them.

“Do you have the red ones in an 8? And also a 5.5.?”

“Let’s just see!” She bent at the waist, searching the rack of boxes for the numbers he’d requested and making little noises of exertion all the while. Jadon’s eyes were still on his phone, searching for the notes app entry where he’d saved your clothing and footwear sizes and preferences years ago.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, sir, it looks like we only have the red ones in a size 8 and up. Are you sure you need the 5.5?”

She’d moved down into a squat, and now looked up at him through her lashes, biting on her lip. Her eyelids fluttered like there was something stuck on them.

“Yeah, I gotta have them. One second, please.”

Jadon: Pick another color, sorry Jadon: show you why in a bit

He looked up from his phone, waiting on your reply, and found the girl staring back at him. She took his returned gaze as some sort of invitation.

“You know, we sometimes have more stock in the back, extras that don’t make it on the shelves. We could go take a look together, if you want? The door has a lock on it.”

Jadon’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He looked around the store bewildered, at a temporary loss for words, because all he could think to say was “Don’t you see my girl standing here?” and regrettably you weren’t. He couldn’t believe that anyone could look at him and not see that he was yours.

“Woah, no – absolutely not–” He stepped away from the girl for the second time, putting his hands up between them to maintain the distance. “I’ve got a girl, still.”

“And? I’ve got a man, too. But you’re Jadon Sancho.” She blinked her lashes harder, looking at him again with a challenge in her eyes that he wanted no parts of. Now, he wished he’d said “no” when she’d asked to help him.

“Nah, you have lost it.” Jadon laughed shakily, still in disbelief that she was propositioning him so boldly when he had your name written right there on his forehead. Or at least that’s how it felt. He shook his head and walked to the furthest part of the shelf where the brown colorways were kept, keeping a wide distance from her crouching frame.

“I’ll find them myself, yeah, thank you.”

The girl made a frustrated noise that he would’ve had to strain to hear, before she stood, her eyes still focused on him. She paused a moment, and with a shrug, took off to another part of the store.

Jadon breathed a sigh of relief. Just after, his phone buzzed with your response and it was just as he imagined.

Y/N: brown, then. it looks good on both our skin (whatever it is)

His smile returned.

At the register, he snapped a photo of the two stacked boxes just before they were bagged up and pressed send.

Jadon: Early bday present for u ❤️ Got a pair too cus I wanted us to match

Y/N: 😁 omg! thank u babey Y/N: that’s so sweet Y/N: i didn’t think you fancied them tho

Jadon: ❤️❤️❤️ Jadon: Yeah they look bare comfortable Jadon: And i need people to know we go together when we go out 😭 u don’t kno what i go thru

Y/N: ugh ur so brave, going out in public for me Y/N: thank u for ur sacrifice

Jadon: my **pleasure, innit ❤️

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“That’s what you’re wearing? You're sure?”

Jadon continued primping himself in the mirror beside you, flattening the crease in his jeans, and fitting clear glasses onto his face. Lastly, slowly, he dragged his palms down the lines of his shirt, and turned to admire the details on its back.

“Of course I am, what you mean? Got it customized and everything, just for your special day, didn’t I?”

The shirt was jersey material and a bright lilac purple with two grey stripes down the front, but the other side was what had made your breath catch when he’d pulled it out of his bag. Y/N’S BOYFRIEND it read, in sparkly block letters across the back.

“I love it! I love it so much. I love you! Come here.” was all you managed at first, through rapid kisses to his lips, cheeks, and neck, but now that the shock had passed the meaningfulness of the gesture began to set in. You hugged him from behind then, feeling the prickle of the glittery letters against your chest through your robe. The love and appreciation you felt was overwhelming.

“How’d you know I’d wear purple, too?” You murmured into his back.

“Cause I just know.” He answered, looking extremely proud of himself. His hands curled around yours as they travelled up his chest, bringing the left one up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You'll make me cry, you know. Ruin my make-up.”

“Nah, none of that. Go on, finish gettin ready.” He squeezed your butt gently. “They’ll have shut the lights off already, and I need everyone to see.”

Now, inside the small party being held in your honor you were convinced the shirt looked even better, shimmering under the flashing dance-floor lights and complimenting his tanned skin. Together with your lavender shirt-skirt set you looked like brown-skinned Barbie and Ken, like two halves of the same whole, and knowing so made your “birthday girl” glow increase tenfold.

Through the night you floated between groups of friends and acquaintainces, trading memories, laughing hard, and saying thank you for the thoughtful gifts and warm messages given from those who’d come to celebrate. Jadon stayed by your side without fail, clocking the eyes on his garment as he passed, and it seemed the the edges of his smile extended each time there was a whisper of “Aww” or a gasp of surprise. Every now and then he would drop your hand, letting you stray a little ahead of him before wrapping an arm around your waist or joining hands again, so that anyone who hadn’t seen the first time knew exactly who “Y/N” was. When you realized what he was doing, it first made you laugh, then feel warm, and then drag him onto the dance floor so you could pull your bodies close.

“I’m not gassin it, am I?” He asked into your ear, hands carefully pressing your back to his chest. “I’ll go chill, let you dance with your friends.”

“Nah, you’re exactly where I want you.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder for a moment, closing your eyes, feeling the gentleness of his hands on your waist, of his voice in your ear. Remembering how it was your name on his back for all these friends and strangers in the party to see. The music bumped and your bodies’ continued swaying to it.

“I’m happy you’re here, baby. And I can’t stop thinking about your shirt.” You let out more of the happy giggling that had characterized the night. “It’s my favorite gift so far.”

He shrugged, and you felt the movement against your back.

“I’ve been out the city for a while, innit. Just want to make sure people know what it is, that they ain’t forgot.”

“Do you think I don’t do that?” Your body stilled between his arms. “Is that why you’re on about it so much?”

“No, I don’t think that.” He guided your waist to keep moving again, making a lazy circle in time to the beat. “But I gotta make sure. You know that with me people always got something to say, innit. Always speculation, rumors and that. So I do what I can to make sure there ain’t no questions, about us, I mean. Cause there ain’t.”

“Well, I don’t think nobody’s gonna get confused after tonight. You couldn’t have made it any more clear.”

Jadon only laughed, his actions tonight already saying far more than a million words could. He ducked his head down into your neck for two, three warm kisses, squeezing at your hip, and his soft lips on your skin made you shiver.

You turned in his arms towards him, wrapping yours around his neck.

“It makes me feel so good, though, that. That you’re so proud to be with me. Makes me feel very lucky, and special, very in love with you.”

“You are special.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile, and you scratched one hand into the hair at the back of his neck. ”You’re everything. And you’ve held me down for so long, baby, there ain’t even nobody else to think about. It’s just you, innit.”

“I love you” you spoke, a smile breaking across your features, leaning against him, cradling his face, parting his lips in a gesture that said mine. He returned the kiss and the three words in one breath, his heart thumping, and the only thought in his head a repeat chorus of yours yours yours.

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[lewisthot]

hate

summary: lewis and you hated each other but one night that all changed rating: 18+ words: 2.5k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: warning this degrading and rough. let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! part 2

for as long as you’d known lewis you had hated him and the feelings were mutual. you don’t know why and how it all started, something about him rubbed you the wrong way but unfortunately you couldn’t escape each other - both having mutual friends, you were forced to hang out. on this particular night a friend was throwing a party, you were having fun and enjoying yourself on the dance floor but the night was early. you ran into lewis as you went to grab a drink, he gave you a dirty look that you couldn’t not call out.

‘and what the fuck’s your problem?’

‘jesus, did i say anything?’

‘no you just gave me a dirty look for no reason’

‘no i didn’t’

‘so that look was for who?’

‘there was no look’

you rolled your eyes sipping on your drink, you should’ve just walked away but you quite liked the back and forth with lewis, not that you’d ever admit it.

‘so you picked out tonight’s lay?’

it was his turn to roll his eyes.

‘fuck off’

‘i’m not judging, if you wanna be a whore, go ahead.’

‘you can talk, you were practically fucking that guy on the dance floor a minute ago’

‘and? i’ll actually fuck him later’

‘have fun with that’ he chuckled, a smug look on his face which irritated you but with that you decided to go back to the party walking away.

a few hours had passed since your encounter with lewis and now you were tipsy and your feet were sore from all the dancing so you went to find a bedroom to hide out in for a bit. unfortunately for you it appeared lewis had too, finding the only available room the other turned into a coat room.

‘ugh, what are you doing?’

‘what do you want?’

‘i wanted some quiet for a bit.’

‘so did i, find somewhere else’

‘this is the only free room and besides it’s not your house’

you kicked off your heels and laid down, lewis sitting on the edge of the bed on the other side. you both scrolled through your phones ignoring each other’s existence but you got bored quickly and maybe it was the alcohol but you decided to speak to lewis again.

‘so, did you find a women to bed?’

‘why do you care so much? jealous?’

‘ugh, you wish’

‘no i don’t, you’re the last person i’d want’

‘okay sure, if you had the chance you'd fuck me’ you don’t know what possessed you to say that but you were always a little more outrageous when tipsy.

‘clearly you’re the one who wants me’

you rolled your eyes kicking him lightly, trying to push him off the bed but he grabbed your ankle pulling you forward.

‘get off me!’

‘don’t resort to violence then’

‘shut up’

the way he had dragged you had caused your skirt to ride up but you were so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t noticed not till lewis had turned around to insult you further but whatever he was gonna say was lost when he looked right down between your legs, swallowing hard. when you saw his eyes wander down, you quickly realised why.

‘take a picture it’ll last longer’ you don’t know why but you didn’t pull down your skirt, maybe it was the lustful look in lewis’s eye or your own urges but you opened your legs wider.

‘fuck off’

‘stop staring then’

‘stop being a slut and close your legs’

‘make me’

your words hanged in the air, the tension thick. lewis hand loosened around your ankle trailing up your legs. he shifted forward his hands to your inner thigh now, your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

‘can i touch you?’

‘you already are’

‘always a smartass’

‘can i touch your pussy?’ you nodded your clit was throbbing and your pussy soaking wet at this point, you were desperate for his touch, frustrated.

‘say it, tell me you want me’

‘fuck sake, lewis i want you’

he chuckled lightly brushing his hands over your clothed clit, teasing before pressing his fingers through your folds and circling your clit. you moaned rocking your hips against his hands, you were certain if he continued you would’ve cummed but you wanted more.

‘lewis…’

‘what is it babe?’

you knew he knew what you wanted but he was gonna draw it out of you like he needed to hear the words out loud, you didn't want to comply though. you whined, closing your legs in protest, he chuckled not surprised by your move.

‘so needy, stop being a brat and open your legs and tell me what you want’

‘ugh, stop teasing me and stop calling me a brat!'

'behave and be a good girl then'

he slid your panties down, seeing how soaked you were he groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy. he climbed on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours.

'you're dripping wet and i've barely touched you. i thought you hated me?'

plunging his fingers into your wet hole and thumbing your clit at the same time, you held his face kissing him hard and ignoring the annoying question but lewis wasn't gonna let up, biting your bottom lip pulling away slightly.

'well?' he stilled his fingers inside you waiting for your answer.

'well, i do fucking hate you right now!' he pressed on your clit, 'answer me'

'like you said i'm a slut, if it wasn't you it would've been someone else'

you hoped that would piss him off and it did, his face so close to yours you could see the flash of annoyance in his eyes. he resumed his actions, curling his fingers ripping a moan out of you. he looked smug at the sounds of pleasure he pulled out of you which would normally infuriate you but his fingers felt so good and when he started to kiss down your neck, you dug your nails into his back screwing your eyes shut as the pleasure started to overwhelm you but before you could reach your high, he pulled his fingers out. forcing your eyes open you were met with him licking your juices off.

'god you taste so good'

he smirked knowing whatever protests you had been momentarily paused clearly enjoying the sight of him having a taste of you but not for long, you slapped his chest.

'fuck lewis, i was so close why'd you stop'

'you were being too loud'

he chuckled, that wasn't really the reason but you were a little too loud like there wasn't a house full of people downstair and sure the music was loud enough to drown out your moans but not for anyone walking by. crawling back off the bed, he pulled you by the ankles as you stood up lewis sat, patting his lap you obliged straddling him. your faces a mere inches away from each other felt a lot different to moments earlier. you both wrapped your arms around each other capturing each other’s lips in a passionate kiss.

‘fuck me already’

‘shut up’

you bit his bottom lip which only turned him on even more, grabbing at this trousers undoing them you pulled out his hard cock. already leaking precum, you wrapped your hands around his cock dragging the precum up and down. he groaned against your lips, kissing you his nails digging into your hips. pushing aside your panties you ran his cock and up down your folds coating him in your juices before you slowly sank down.

‘shit!’ he hissed as your pussy enveloped him, strangling his cock. ‘so fucking tight’ kissing down your neck he pulled your top down freeing your breasts, he took them in his mouth sucking and biting your nipples, your threw your head back letting out a cry of pleasure, your ministrations faltering. his hands back on your hips he couldn’t handle your slow thrusts anymore, he wanted no needed more.

‘is that all you’ve got? come on give me more’

he goaded you knowing it would piss you off like he always enjoyed doing so but it worked you sped up, your tits bouncing with every thrust which only made lewis harder, he grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss, so hungry and desperate as you swallowed each other’s moans. as much as he enjoyed watching you bounce on his dick, he wanted to fuck you, take control. he stilled your hips, pulling away from your lips ever so slightly as he caught his breath.

‘up’

‘why?’

'see this is why i need to bend you over, i need to fuck you into submission, you never shut up'

he pulled you off, manhandling you with ease he gripped a handful of your hair as he pushed you onto the bed. for a moment he appreciated the view of you splayed out, back arched, grabbing your ass he gave you a spank. you yelped caught off guard, you turn your head looking over your shoulder narrowing your eyes but he ignored your eyes admiring the view.

'look at you just waiting for me, you're gonna finally be a good girl?' not wasting any time he slammed his cock back inside you, his free hand snaking between your legs circling your clit.

‘fuuu—’ you couldn’t get the word out, gripping the bed sheets the pleasure overwhelming you. lewis’s pace was relentless, pulling out till nothing but the tip was left and then slamming back in. your body pliant to his will, he pulled you up against his chest, wrapping his hands around your throat he nibbled on your ears as he whispered filth into them.

'you take me so well baby, you see why being a good girl is so much better'

‘shut up an--'

his slapped your ass, his hand around your throat tightening, thrusting deeper.

'and?'  he chuckled poking fun at how with a thrust he could silence you, 'you always such a bratty little slut? or is just with me?' he paused his attention on your clit, his other hand moving up from your throat grabbing your jaw to face him 'if you don't wanna be a good girl then maybe you don't deserve to cum, maybe i should treat you like a brat and punish you, would you like that better?'

'lewis please...'

'say it, tell me what a good girl you can be'

'i can be a good girl'

he slapped your ass, 'yet you haven't been?' he shoved you back down into the bed ass up only, gripping your hair to anchor himself as he continued to slam into you ignoring your clit.

‘god you're such a fucking slut, so loud like there isn't a house full of people downstairs. i bet you don't care if someone hears you, walks in on you being used you like a hole'

you whined pleading for his touch. lewis having felt you had been punished enough, resumed his assault on your clit causing your legs to buckle, he smirked at the reaction loving how sensitive you were.

'no one can fuck you like i can'

your pussy clenched around him as the words left his mouth, wondering if there would be a next time. you were both a mess of moans and grunts, your stomach tightening as you felt your climax nearing you gripped the bedsheets.

‘fuck! lewis i--' you're trying to get the words out, it felt like an impossible task the pleasure overwhelming you. 'i’m gonna cum’

furiously circling your clit, he slammed into you hard and deep one last time, your body writhing as your climax hit you, your body from pliant to stiff as the waves of orgasm washed over you and when you clenched your pussy lewis faltered, pushing him over the edge he gripped your hips as he came hard, which only made you clench even more as you felt him fill you up. he slowly pulled out watching as you winced at the loss of his cock, breathing hard as your body shuddered slowing coming down from your high. he watched as you toes uncurled and your grip of the bedsheets loosened, your pussy continuing to clench around nothing - the sight would've made lewis hard again if it was possible. you were about to get up but lewis stopped you.

‘let me watch my cum drip out of you for a moment’

you turned your head, opening your mouth to say something but you couldn’t find the words so you just stayed bent over legs wide open letting lewis enjoy the view. he flipped you over though, wanting to see your face.

'i didn't get to watch you cum, if you hadn't been such a bitch...'

'no you just got too feel me cum, so tragic...'

he gathered the cum dripping out spreading it up and down your folds, you moaned too sensitive you tried to close your legs but lewis already you pinned open with his and for a while he just lazily rubbed your clit, slowly plunging his fingers into your aching hole.  it was torturous, the only sounds filling the room was your moans and the squelching sounds, it was obscene. it didn't take very long, chanting lewis's name you tumbled over the edge once again. he leaned down pressing his fingers on your lips, you opened your mouth taking his fingers covered in a mix of your juices sucking them clean.

‘tell me why do we hate each other again?’

‘don’t think this changes anything, you’re still insufferable’

he leaned down kissing you like you hadn’t just insulted him a moment ago, except it was soft not rough like before. you held his face stroking his cheek, this felt different but you couldn't figure out why and before you could he pulled away.

‘always a delight’

he smirked, his tone was dripping in sarcasm the softness gone. tucking himself back in, he left for the bathroom, coming back out with tissue to clean you up - the least he could do he figured. walking into the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror, your neck and chest littered with marks.

'what the fuck!? i look like i've been railed' he came up behind you, assessing the damage he had done he just grinned, your tits still exposed. you rolled your eyes adjusting your top and skirt, you cleaned up your makeup and fixed your hair.

'you forgot these'

he smirked as he dangled your underwear up, snatching them from him you quickly put them back on. the haze of sex wearing off, the awkwardness set in walking to the door he followed after you.

you turned to him unsure of what to say, 'how do i look?'

'beautiful'

you expected a sarcastic reply not something so sincere, you were thrown off unable to think of a witty response. he smiled amused at the look of confusion on your face, he wasn't gonna hold his breath waiting for a thanks. he wasn't even sure why he said it, it felt foreign to be complimentary now, fully dressed not under the spell of lust.

he reached out grabbing the doorknob, 'you go first and i'll wait a minute so no one sees us'

you gathered yourself remembering you hated him and he needed to be reminded, 'we're gonna pretend like this never happened okay.' and with that you walked away.

read part 2 here

#lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton fanfic #f1 smut

[fictoculus]

౨ৎ a peek into their camera roll...

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FEAT... itto

A/N... i'm planning to do this with more characters in the future, so lmk who's camera roll you'd like to see next!

✧ first and foremost, it wouldn't be itto's camera roll if it didn't have beetles! (he loves you more than beetles though, not to worry) there are beetles fighting, beetles on rocks, beetles on trees, beetles sleeping, beetles eating, even a beetle on his head, oh and a beetle on ushi. speaking of ushi, there are quite a few photos of him too, most of which when he's asleep or cheering itto on in his... courageous beetle battles.

✧ now that's over and done with, it's time to get to the more interesting photos, don't let him hear you say that though, you'll never hear the end of it.

✧ he has countless photos of you, probably hundreds, maybe even thousands, it's impossible to tell. initially, he had a folder named "my numero two-no", which he soon gave up on after returning home from your second date with 87 photos of you (and some of him too, his is numeru uno after all). let me share with you some of his favourites...

✧ a photo of him giving you a piggy back ride; his most prized possession. he misses you? he'll look at that photo. you're sad? well you're smiling now, because he's just sent you that photo. it's his home screen, his lock screen, his profile picture on almost every social media account he owns - the list goes on and on. shinobu is genuinely sick to death of that photo, and (mentally) retches every time she sees it.

✧ a photo he asked some passers-by to take of the two of you infront of the naganohara fireworks show, his right arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close, his left hand holding up the peace sign. his smile is almost as bright as the fireworks themselves, lighting up your heart every time you look back on it. you're to the left of itto, also holding up the peace sign, but reaching up your other hand to hold his chin, squeezing his cheeks ever so slightly. he always says he looks silly, but you think he looks absolutely adorable and (of course) very, very handsome.

✧ last but not least, a series of photos showcasing the pair of you chasing each other around in an empty field. said photos were taken by genta (one of the arataki gang members), and not a single one of them is clear. scroll fast enough and it becomes a very blurry stop motion video of a beautiful couple chasing eachother lovingly through a romantic field of greenery... or atleast that's how genta put it. it was undeniably a complete mess, but the pair of you loved them nonetheless, and have laughed at them a hundred times over, itto's face mere moments before he loses his footing never failing to amuse you.

✧ anyone could tell from this man's camera roll alone that he absolutely adores you; the way his eyes shine whenever he scrolls onto a picture of you giving it away, whether you're beaming at the camera or pouting at itto, who was smirking back at you with a smug expression.

✧ there's a video that you don't even know about, but the oni finds himself watching over and over. it was taken, unsurprisingly, by the gang members from the perspective of a bush... can you see where this is going? once the camera is finally wiped clean and starts to focus, you come into frame, seemingly returning from a visit to the bathroom. it's crystal clear when and where this was recorded: yours and itto's first date. only after the 6 minute mark do things start to get interesting, the harsh muttering and whispered bickering silencing as itto leans over the table, inches away from your face but hesitating to get any closer... until you pull him in by the chin, pouring your entire heart out into this singular kiss. every time he watches it back, his heart skips a beat, remembering how you had been so gentle with him, yet showed him just how much you wanted him. it truly was a magical night.

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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#genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #itto #itto genshin #itto x reader #itto headcanons #itto fluff #fluff #genshin fluff #nb!reader #gn!reader #camera roll #itto camera roll #.typingptera

[worldheadcanons]

☆ miscellaneous stalker au canada headcanons!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and canada. warning for stalking (in general), general violence/murder mentioned, + nsfw in the last four headcanons.

author notes; live laugh love this little freak. he’s literally wild about reader and i ADORE that about him. he’s the type of guy to go “me and my partner don’t argue they bash my head in with a rock and i walk it off like a man.” he’s crazy.

matthew williams!

— matthew spends about an hour every day scrolling on his favorite shopping sites in search of things he thinks you’d like. he’s a smart shopper, if nothing else. he seems to know every secret coupon in the world. he really enjoys buying you cute clothing and trinkets he finds online. plushes, slippers, new satin pajama sets, sexy underwear, cat themed mugs, kitchen supplies to replace your old ones— god, not to mention the glorious food he delivers! it’s never more food than you need. it’s just enough so that you can eat your fill and still have a bit extra for later. it’s like having a sugar daddy, honestly. you occasionally feel bad for him and try to convince him to stop spending so much money on you, but williams manages to dismisse your concerns with ease. he lives and loves to serve you, he says. 

— if you identify with one of the binary genders then he’ll eventually start calling you a ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ over the phone. it’s not something he’s stubborn about, so if you ask him to stop he will. it’s nothing really sexual as he mostly uses the pet name to tease you, enjoying the way you roll your eyes or huff at his words. matthew never dishes out something he can’t take, so you deciding to mirror him isn’t an issue. in fact, he takes pleasure in it, grinning to himself in the bushes of your front yard. you’ll tell him to be a ‘good boy’ and turn himself in to the cops and he’ll simply laugh into the phone. “y/n,” he’d coo, “i can’t turn myself in. you know you’d miss your good boy too much if i went to jail.”

— he’ll occasionally show up at your place of work depending on whether or not your job deals with the public. if you’re something like a fast food worker or a cashier, then you’ll definitely be seeing him from time to time. he’s clever enough to not let you hear his voice off the phone. he’ll either avoid speaking entirely or put on a completely different voice to the best of his ability. williams likely won’t even do anything related to your work, mostly sitting or standing around and pretending to be busy on his phone or, if he’s in a store, pretending to browse for something. he watches you, occasionally taking pictures when he can. when he gets home, matthew prints them out, adding them to a physical scrapbook of semi-blurry photos taken of you. pictures from your front yard.. from your back door.. in the store.. in the parking lot.. in your own bedroom…

— one day he actually sends you a text. when you block the first number, williams texts you again through a different one. the text message comes after he sees you going out the house with another person. he takes offense to the mere sight of you with someone else and it’s here where he starts to show his more violent side. it's a jarring wake up call for you. you couldn’t help but begin to think of him as someone different.. someone romantic instead of creepy. someone almost cute instead of murderous. how silly of you. you slid your phone into your pocket but his message continued to echoe softly in the back of your mind. ‘have fun tonight. if i catch their hands anywhere near you, they'll end up in your mailbox by morning ❤️’

— he stalks you on any and every open social media account you have. instagram, twitter (you tweet the strangest things, matthew loves giggling at your musings), tiktok, tumblr, facebook— hell, he’d look through myspace if he had to. whenever he’s bored at work he starts browsing through everything he can. he just wants to feel connected to you. it’s not enough to have a small picture of you taped to the inside of his briefcase. besides, williams wants to stay updated on your life and scrolling through your social media definitely helps with that. 

— on the more sexual side of things, god does he love to masturbate. the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him hump into a pillow like a dog, whining and groaning softly to himself while still trying to seem present on the phone. not to mention the countless blurry pictures of you that are now covered in his cum. he doesn’t want to waste his clear shots of you, matthew would much rather keep those clean. he just wishes he could get his hands on you and show you how much of a degenerate you’ve made him into. it’s a real shame you don’t get to hear the way he groans your name as he cums all over the place. it’s always a messy finish with him, even though he finds the clean up process to be embarrassing. williams never learns his lesson.

— just let him into your house, just once, and he can make your dreams come true. he wouldn’t mind being dominant or submissive, most of the time he just wants to see you get off. he’s the type to kiss the ground you walk on and then fuck you like an animal all in the same night. matthew would be rough with you but still clearly worship you and your body. williams adores giving and receiving praise during sex. he dreams of the day you’ll tell him he’s doing a good job, really, it would mean everything to him to hear that he’s pleasing you. in return, he’d coo into your ear that you’re the only one in the world for him. the only one he’d ever want or need. every inch of your skin would be covered in gentle kisses after he fucks you. he’s a god at aftercare and would make sure you feel like royalty before even thinking of settling into bed beside you. 

— he really wants to see you covered in his cum one day soon. positioning doesn’t matter to him, he just wants to see you completely wrecked. williams wants to see your legs shake and your tight little hole quiver. he wants to see you beg for more even though you’re so fucked out already. god, the things you do to him. you’ve made him into such a sick man.

— matthew enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. he’s great at it and even if you’re not the best he would help you get better. he’d have you cum into his mouth over and over until you’re twitching with ecstasy and he’d never even lift a finger. all williams needs is his mouth. his eyes would look up at you with a mischievous glimmer, almost as if he was wordlessly teasing you for enjoying this so much.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia headcanons #canada x reader #matthew x reader #matthew williams #hws canada #stalker au #stalker au hetalia

[wannieswifey]

His car isn’t yours

A/n so I saw a TikTok saying Wendy’s album concept couldn’t be read as a wlw relationship based on this song title, and clearly they’ve never been in a homoerotic co-dependent female friendship in their formative years.

 

Solemnly, she’s sat in the passenger seat of his car, the windows are rolled down allowing a chill breeze to sweep against her cheeks making her shiver despite the thick hoodie draped over her figure. The man beside her chats softly against the humming of the radio, she caught very little of it. She’d dressed appropriately for the weather when he’d picked her up at eight o’clock, but now it was close to two am and she just wanted to crawl into bed in her pyjamas and scroll through the hidden folder of photos of you two she had in her gallery.

When you two had found out you wouldn’t be attending the same school anymore for university, both of you were suitably crushed. However, where you had clung tight and promised to write letters and visit once a month, Wendy had pulled away wanting some independence and to develop new relationships outside of you for once. Understandably you had stopped texting after a while, Wendy didn’t blame you.

Her eyes mindlessly trace the pattern of the stars in the sky as they continue to drive along the deserted roads, it’s a beautiful night, but spending it with this guy and his lousy attempt at a date was really souring the view. Absentmindedly, she reached down to grab tissue from the door, but then she realised it wasn’t your car, this stranger didn’t carry tissues, or makeup wipes or even emergency snacks like you used to. Instead, she swiped her sleeve against the moisture gathering on her face, not caring about the uncomfortable stickiness of the fabric.

Secretly she hoped she’d be stronger, that she’d forget her life at home and start fresh or that you would come back to her begging for another chance despite her being in the wrong.

Wendy finally noticed the car had stopped when he appeared by her side opening the car door chivalrously, however it only served to irritate her more.

All she could picture was you two sat in your car in this very driveway, every Friday night, ranting and raving about the current class drama or holding hands and rambling about your future apartment, even giggling and making out away from the prying eyes of her parents.

He’s crouched down now Wendy notices and he’s speaking so softly to her, but she only catches the question ‘can I come in?’ before she shoots up and stumbles away from him, rambling out an excuse and maybe an apology but by then she’s inside. The door slams shut, and she slides down against it, she’s opening her messages before she can stop herself and by then she’s constructed a sheepish ‘hey’ text to you.

Her head rocks back in exhaustion. Then her phone chimes, a mocking red exclamation mark appears beside it and a label saying ‘not delivered’.

#red velvet x reader #wendy x reader #red velvet x female reader

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

//I'm going to send this 2 days early because I don't know if I'm free tomorrow

Can I request a ficlet of Safrina video calling Brandy(cause she's still in bed) and showing her ranger in training duties around galar? You can pick what duties it is, Safrina's just happy she can talk to a ranger that's willing to talk to her

//Hihi we dm'ed so you already know but for the other readers' sakes saf's mod is in a totally different time zone so I was fine with the early submission!

First fic, hot n ready and full of fluff! Under a readmore for length. Saf n Brandy have a lil video chat.

@safrina-shards

It was a quiet night. Or rather, if you want to be pedantic, a quiet morning. A quiet 1:16 in the morning, if you want to be both specific and pedantic. Brandy was sprawled out on her bed, her good leg hanging off the side and her face alight with the dull blue glow of her phone as she aimlessly scrolled. She knew she should be asleep. Sleep was important for proper healing, and the recently stitched up gash on her leg needed all the healing it could get. But she had been on strict bedrest for the past few days, and barely able to hobble around even her own apartment in the cast they had set her leg in to keep it immobilized. The first day the immobility left them fidgety, and they spent the day bouncing between trying (and failing) to learn how to crochet, reading, talking with her poochyena, and texting anyone who might text her back. That energy evaporated over the next few days, leaving Brandy with a dull headache and the urge to do nothing other than lay in her bed, cycling between restless sleep and scrolling through her phone.

Their scrolling was suddenly interrupted by an incoming video call. Brandy furrowed their brow at the number, which caller ID did not recognize, and which seemed to be coming from outside Paldea. Probably a telemarketer, given the time. Although telemarketers didn’t typically try to videocall people. Confused, Brandy accepted the call.

“Hi, Ms. Brandy!” A familiar face popped up on screen. Safrina, described by Brandy as “the only child I will ever interact with” was smiling brightly and waving at the camera. She appeared to be outside, a backdrop of snow complimented her bright red winter jacket. The bright sun confused Brandy for a moment, before she remembered that the two of them were in completely separate time zones.

“Whoa, hey Saf. Was wondering what that phone number was. One sec, you probably can’t see me, let me turn on a lamp.” Brandy pushed herself up, careful to not jostle her wounded leg. Michael and Macaroon, who were both sleeping with her in the bed, huffed slightly in annoyance. Brandy clicked her bedside lamp on and leaned back against the wall. “There we go.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen you before! You look…” Safrina paused, taking in the face that was looking back at her from her phone. Brandy looked, in a word, bad. Dark bags hung from dull, red eyes and her dark hair had clearly not been washed in a good long while. “…Kinda like papa! A bit.”

“Yeah I guess I don’t…really…post pictures of myself-“ Brandy started to respond, speaking slowly as she took in what Safrina was saying, “-wait, what do you mean I look like your papa?”

“I found your number in the ranger database! Raixu showed me how.” Safrina brightly plowed on, ignoring Brandy’s question.

“…Guess that makes sense. Is something up? You need advice?”

“Um, sort of? I thought that since you’re sad about not being able to go outside that I could call you and bring you on patrol with me. Like a virtual patrol! So maybe you won’t feel so stuck inside and so you can tell me stuff about how you patrol.”

‘Little scamp’s tryna get free training out of me.’ Brandy thought, a small smile briefly pulling at the corner of her lips. “Sure, kiddo. Sounds nice. Let’s rock and/or roll. Flip that camera around so I can see what you see.”

Safrina beamed, and seemed to bounce slightly on the spot in excitement judging by the sudden shakiness of the camera. The camera flips around, and Brandy is shown a view of the snow-covered hills surrounding Circhester.

“I’m not too far from the base today, since I’m by myself. They wanted me to take a look around and just look for anything weird or out of the ordinary. They tell me to do that a lot, but I don’t actually know what’s supposed to be weird, really. Oh, and there’s a bergmite! We get lots of those guys…” Safrina happily rambled on as she started marching through the snow, being careful to hold the camera up and point it at whatever she was looking at. Every now and again she would steal glances at Brandy’s face in the camera, trying to gage the older ranger’s reaction. Brandy’s face, however, gave next to nothing away. She continued to show almost no expression, looking almost bored as Safrina chatted away.

‘Maybe that’s just what she always looks like.’ Safrina tried to console herself, her stomach clenching in nervousness at Brandy’s continually bored stare. She lifted her water bottle to her lips for a drink, trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, hey. Piece of advice. Staying hydrated is important or whatever, but you don’t want to be too hydrated.”

“So I…shouldn’t drink lots of water when I’m working?” Safrina asked, somewhat confused.

“Nope. If something happens and you get knocked out or badly injured you do not want to have a full bladder.” Brandy rolled her eyes to the side, clearly remembering something unpleasant. “Trust me.”

“Oh…okay.” Safrina replaced the bottle of water into her bag, clearly still conflicted about this particular piece of advice.

Finally, after a few minutes of trekking through the tundra, Brandy’s expression shifted from neutral to inquisitive, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in far too close to her screen, giving Safrina a great view of her greasy, pillow-creased forehead.

“Hey, Saf, what’s that plant over there?” They asked, still squinting at the screen. “I think like 20 meters ahead and slightly to the left, about a foot tall. The little clump.”

“Oh, that?” Safrina spotted the plant Brandy was looking at, stomping over to it through the snow and crouching down. “Um, I’m not really sure. Raixu told me about some of the edible plants and berries around here, but he didn’t mention this one. I think it’s really common, I see it around a lot.”

“Oh, hell yeah. I don’t know it either, we can go through how to identify it together.” A proper smile appeared on Brandy’s face, and her apparent excitement eased some of Safrina’s nervousness. “Do you have a field guide? Also, do you know what to look for when identifying plants?”

“Um, there’s a field guide back at the base, but it’s supposed to stay there. And I think, kind of? You gotta look at what it looks like, right?”

“Yup, visual appearance is definitely an important piece. What shape are the leaves? Are they toothed or smooth? What colour is it? Is the stem hairy, or thorny, or smooth?” Brandy propped herself up further, going into full lecturing mode. “There are other things you want to look at too. Like, what state is it in at this time of year? Is it blooming yet? Also, what kind of conditions is it growing in – is it in direct sunlight, shade, on a hard or soft surface, what kind of elevation is it at, that kind of thing. And then also, what else is growing around it? Is it mostly others of the same species, is it growing next to a particular type of tree or bush, is it growing in a clump or more spread out? Getting the whole context of where and how it’s growing is super important.”

“O-okay! That’s a lot, let’s see…” Safrina crouched down, getting a better look at the plant she had seen a hundred times before. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember the long list of questions Brandy had just rattled off. “It’s got long, thin leaves, kinda like grass. And um, the stem is green and smooth. It’s got a big white fluff on the top, it looks like a cute little buneary tail. It’s in a big clump of itself, and there isn’t much else nearby. Oh, there’s a couple trees way over there.” Safrina points the camera away for a moment so that Brandy could get a look at 2 trees visible in the middle distance. “I think they’re pine trees.”

“Yup, those are white pine. Good eye, kiddo. White pine has nice, long, soft needles that act as a natural dewormer for wild pokemon, and the fallen branches and stumps make for a great fire starter. And they smell amazing. Great trees, white pines.”

“Okay! The plant is also in direct light, and the ground underneath it is pretty hard, and we’re up in the mountains so I guess the elevation is…a lot?”

“Got it. Good stuff.” Brandy was visibly excited now, smiling as she scrolled through whatever it was she was using to look up the plant using the details Safrina had provided. “Looks like that’s probably fluff grass, as you said it’s pretty common in that area. The cottony fluff breaks apart in the wind to spread its seeds, and is sometimes used as stuffing. It’s got lots of medicinal properties – the leaves can be used to treat diarrhea – must be high in fibre – and the stem can be used to treat tapeworms in humans and pokemon. It prefers high elevations with more acidic soil – which the falling needles from the pines would provide. That would make them a great litmus test for the overall health of your area. If they start to wilt out of nowhere there might be something wrong with the acidity of your soil, which could point to something wrong with the pines.”

“Oh, wow!” Safrina blinked, pulling out a blue, sparkly notebook to write down everything Brandy had just told her. “They can do so much, I thought it was just normal grass!”

“That’s the amazing thing about trees and plants and stuff.” Brandy was beaming now, clearly happy to have learned about a new plant alongside Safrina. “Everything is so much more complicated and cool and intertwined than they look. There isn’t a single plant out there that isn’t worth learning about. And once you learn about one it tells you so much about everything else around it.”

Brandy’s excitement was clearly contagious. Safrina’s eyes were practically sparkling as she looked around eagerly for more plants to show Brandy. “There’s some bushes over that hill over there, can we learn about those too?”

“Fuck yeah we can! Look at you, knowing immediately what’s in your area. You’re killing it as a ranger, Saf. Let’s go look at those bushes.”

Safrina beamed at the compliment, and shot off over a nearby hill to find the bush she had mentioned to Brandy. The two of them spent the next couple of hours hunting down as many plants, bushes, trees, and lichen as they could find, both of them equally delighted at every new fact they discovered about the world around Safrina’s base. It wasn’t long before Safrina’s notebook was filled with notes and drawings of everything they found. It wasn’t until a notification came through on Safrina’s phone that they finally stopped.

“Aw, I just got a message telling me to head back to the base,” Safrina said, clearly disappointed.

“Yeah, I guess we have been at this for a while. That’s fine, that gives you a chance to cross reference everything we found with the field guide that’s at your station.”

“Oh yeah, that’s true! I’ll do that. Thanks for teaching me how to look up plants! I had lots of fun.”

“Same here, kiddo. Hold onto that sense of wonder, it’s what makes this job worthwhile. Thanks for the call, Saf. It was super helpful.” And indeed, even though she remained greased up, unwashed, and eye-bagged Brandy looked leagues more alive than she had at the start of the call.

Safrina beamed, pleased that her plan to cheer Brandy up had worked out so well. “I’m glad! Byyyyye, Ms. Brandy!”

“See ya, kiddo.”

The two of them hung up. Safrina started heading back towards her base, a spring in her step as she walked. And Brandy put down her phone and finally, blessedly, was able to catch some real, actual sleep.

#safrina shards #ooc post #100 followers event

[sydsaint]

DILF TIME 📣📣📣📣📣📣📣📣

Summary: The reader hangs out with Jack's mother and sister for the ALLOUT PPV. She's eagerly waiting for the moment that she can let Jack's family know that she's not only never liked them, but she's also got a new man.

It's AEW's PPV night, with ALLOUT starting in under an hour. You walk backstage with Jack at your side, chatting with him about his match on the card. 

"Thanks again, Y/N." Jack thanks you with a soft smile. "I don't think Christian would try anything with my mom or sister, but just in case." 

You nod, matching his sweet smile. "It's no problem, Jack. I'm happy to sit with your mom and sister during the show. Though we both know I'd much rather be on the card." You fake a laugh, hiding your disappointment behind a friendly smile. 

"Hey! You'll be on the next one, I'm sure." Jack assures you with a light pat on the shoulder. "Anyway, I'll see you out there tonight." He turns towards the locker rooms and smiles at you one last time. 

"Mhm." You hum with another fake smile. "See you out there, Jack." You wave as he disappears around the corner. 

Once Jack is out of sight you pull out your phone and scroll through your contacts for a second before dialing a number at the top of the list. The line rings a couple of times as you make your way out of the backstage area to find your seat. 

"Well well well, now I know Y/N L/N isn't calling me mere hours before I'm about to end her best friend's career, is she?" Christian's sultry voice cuts through the phone, and you can hear the smirk on his face. 

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. "I just dropped the dork off backstage, I'll be in the front row with his annoying ass mom and sister." You inform him in an unamused tone. 

Christian chuckles at the news and you can picture the sinister look on his face. "Good girl. I'll you see out there then, gorgeous." He purrs at you. 

"Mhm. You owe me for this, Cage." You remind him. "You are making me sit next to Jack's idiotic family for at least two hours, after all." You sneer at the thought of having to hang out and pretend to like Jack's family. 

"Oh, you'll get your reward, Y/N." Christian replies. "And it'll rock your world, honey. I can promise you that." He adds. 

"It better." You blow out an annoyed sigh through your nose and hang up the phone. 

You make your way out to the arena and head to your seat. When you arrive Jack's mom and sister are already there and settled into their chairs. You put on a fake smile and walk over to them. 

"Rachel! Sophie! How are you guys?" You smile and sit down in the empty seat next to them. 

Rachel is the one sitting closer to you so she's the one to greet you first. "Y/N, so nice to see you again, sweetie." She greets you. "Jack let us know that you'd be sitting out here with us for his match against Christian." She explains. "Thank you for looking out for us." 

"Yeah, like I was telling Jack earlier. It's no problem, Rachel." You assure her. "How are you and Sophie feeling about tonight?" You ask her. 

"A little nervous," Sophie admits, wringing her hands in her lap. 

Rachel agrees with her daughter and comforts her quietly. "Yes, but we've got to believe in Jack, right?" She reminds Sophie. 

"Rachel's right, Sophie." You chime in. "Jack knows Christian well, he's got this." You lie to both their faces with ease and settle back into your seat as the show finally starts. 

You sit mostly silent for most of the show, right until it's time for Jack and Christian's match to begin. Christian comes out to the ring first and makes his way down the ramp with that usual smug smirk on his face. You rise to your feet with Sophie and Rachel as Christian gets to the bottom of the ramp and turns to the three of you. 

"Awe would you like at that." Christian laughs as he walks over to the barricade. "You guys really came all that way to watch poor Jack lose?" He laughs, leaning over the barricade a bit. "You know, Y/N, this match isn't going to take long so I'm free right after." He winks at you. 

You keep a scowl on your face to match Rachel and Sophie. Reeling your hand back you attempt to smack the grin off Christian face, not that it works. He simply takes a step back with an even more self-entitled grin and winks at you one more time before he slips into the ring. 

You sit back down, knowing that you're going to catch hell later for smacking him that hard. Sophie and Rachel sit back down as well and whisper to one another while they wait for Jack to come down to the ring. Jack's music hits and everyone stands back up, you glance at Christian in the ring who watches you with a grin as Luchasaurus comes out and runs Jack through before the kid even has time to get down the ramp. 

"Oh my god?!" Rachel and Sophie both cry out. 

"Stay here." You fake a worried tone and hop over the barricade. 

Luchasaurus drags Jack down the ramp and drops him at the foot of the ring for Christian. Cage hops down to the floor and walks over to Jack, but you step in front of Perry first acting like you're there to shield him from Christian. 

"Quite the little actress, aren't you, Y/N?" Christian smirks down at you. 

The worried look on your face warps into a grin. "Oh, I try." You shrug and step off to the side. "Sorry Jack, but it looks like you couldn't cut it, huh baby?" You lean down to Jack before you let Christian have him. 

You turn around and catch a glimpse of Rachel and Sophie. Both of them wear looks of pure shock as they stare at you. You walk over to them with Luchasaurus behind you and laugh. 

"Awe, what's wrong Rachel?" You laugh. "I thought that your precious Jack had Christian's number?" You tilt your head to the side with a laugh. 

"We trusted you!" Sophie blurts out in a half-sob. 

You shrug again as the bell rings behind you. "Your mistake, sweetie." You turn on your heel sharply and climb into the ring where Christian is towering in victory over Jack. 

"That was an A+ performance from you, I'll admit." Christian chuckles when you step over Jack. He slings an arm over your shoulder with a grin and you both head up the ramp. "Now, about that reward." 

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Nothing this chapter, maybe a tiny bit of fluff here.

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It was the day after your release from the infirmary and it seemed everyone was being extra cautious around you with the exceptions of Gojo and Nanami. Who had informed everyone that morning during class that you were completely harmless, though Megumi and Itadori still seemed a bit skittish to give you any pats or even the high fives they normally gave. Nobara was the complete opposite to your surprise, she simply asked. "If I pass you my phone to show you a picture of this cute guy are you gonna break it or fry it or something?" When you told her no, she shoved it into your hands and began scrolling for you making faces and squealing about shirtless men. Making the boys grimace and roll their eyes. After all the mess of the last few days, being in class and feeling the slight normalcy again helped heal the blow you took to your wounded resolve, but Nanami's words ran through your mind. This was serious, and you had to learn to be better. You had to get stronger, and this was how you were going to do it. You were going to go all in.

Before class let out for the day Gojo clapped his hands excitedly. "REMEMBER EVERYONE SUSHI TONIGHT!" Nanami just stood stoic as ever but continued for Gojo, as if to stop Gojo from being more eccentric. "We are celebrating Y/n making a full recovery. We're going to Sushi-Go here in Tokyo." Nobara squealed in delight and Itadori high fived Gojo. "YOU ROCK SENSEI!" Namami just stood against the wall nodding in your direction. " Everyone be ready to leave at 5:00 by the front of the school. Ijichi will be driving us. Dismissed."

Gathering your bags Nobara chatted excitedly about getting sushi and how the guy in the forth picture she showed you had rock hard abs that she'd like to, as she put; "Ride off into the sunset with." Then winked making you burst out laughing and turn red. "Good god woman you're absolutely feral!" You teased. Nobara stuck her tongue out. "In our line of work is it so bad? I could die any day and If I had the opportunity I'd take it in a heart beat, and I mean really take it." Winking at you again, all you could do is laugh.

"Have I ever told you, I love your sense of humor Nobara?"

"That's why we're friends and by the way." She turned and pointed her finger into your chest. " You still owe me a shopping trip. Don't think your little stint in the infirmary made me forget." Making your way to the door you groaned.

"I didn't go to the infirmary on purpose! I literally almost died." you whined. "Yeah, yeah, you burned something with your hand and got stabbed in the arms and blacked out. We almost die all the time. WE'RE GOING THIS WEEKEND Y/N! You're not gonna be on a mission for a while from what I hear so you won't have that excuse not to go next time." Stomping her foot and smiling victoriously. "It wasn't an excuse I literally--"

"Y/n" You heard next to you. Stopping your little jesting with Nobara you realized it was Nanami that was calling to you. "Yes, Sensei?" You straightened up, facing him. "I'd like a moment with you, if you could." His gaze shifting over to Nobara. "In private."

Nobara looked a little irritated but then she smiled and simply said. "I'll see you after you're done. We'll get ready together." and walked off with Itadori and Megumi. After they were out of sight Nanami walked you to a set of doors and gestured for you to go inside, walking in you noticed that this room guessed was the faculty lounge.

"Take a seat."

You did as instructed and took a seat on a long comfy looking green couch that took most of the room. Nanami sat across from you and began to speak. "I hope you've taken my words to heart Y/N. You seem calmer today. How are your hands? How is your mind after everything? You didn't really say yesterday in what way you were feeling. This whole situation was a mess but I wanted to hear from you, what you're feeling about your training. Are you going to continue or are you still feeling unsure?"

It was nice to know Nanami cared enough to check in with you; you were his responsibility as a student you knew that but, for some reason it really warmed you.

"I haven't had any issues with my hands at all and believe me I went around touching things for almost all of yesterday. I think I'm good there, and I think Gojo was right. It's got to be something mental. As for continuing my training, I don't think I have a choice. I thought about it and I realized that even if I do leave, I'll never forget. The curses won't go away and I don't want to be afraid forever. I'd never forget what I know and I want to get stronger. This whole experience just showed me how weak I am, I want to go on."

Nanami's seemed to relax a tad more.

"I'm happy to hear that Y/n. I know everything is up in the air right now with your technique but there really is no better place to learn. Regardless of Gojo's lack of tacked. He was right." You thought for a moment you saw Nanami shutter. "Never let Gojo know I said that."

A small chuckle escaped your lips. "You're secret is safe with me."

"Good, we'll work slowly and figure out what we can about your technique. You'll be taken from your usual lessons and paired with myself or Gojo for your own personal training. Rest assured, Gojo won't be pulling anymore antics, at least not for a while." Taking a long sigh you realized this wouldn't be the last of Gojo's antics which to be honest amused you.

"This whole new life is expect the unexpected. I learned that the hard way but it's a way to learn. Plus who knows, maybe one day I'll be able to see through Gojo's antics myself." Nanami smiled slightly.

"That's a good way to look at it y/n." Reaching into his jacket Nanami pulled out a small box and set it on the table in front of you.

"But regardless of Gojo's antics I still felt it right to give you a proper apology on my end. So please take this as a token of my sincerity and know going forward, I'll make sure not to but you in a compromising position again." You took a look at the small box in front of you caught off guard by such a kind gesture. Nanami was always so stoic so this was really surprising to you.

"Sensei you really didn't need to, I don't even blame you. There's nothing to forgive."

Everything he said, you understood. If you were Nanami and some strange new sorcerer came in with some power that was unknown, you'd be curious too. At least that's what you thought to yourself.

"But I'll say thank you Sensei and I forgive you. Just next time, let's hope things aren't so lethal." you teased and took the box and went to open it. Opening the box you saw inside was a small charm. It was strange looking wrapped in black fabric. Being completely honest with yourself, you had no idea what it was and felt immediately embarrassed for not knowing. "Thank you....what is it?"

Nanami just nodded and took it from you to examine it with you. "See here" Nanami pointed to the text. "It reads Yakuyoke. It means to ward against evil. I don't believe in silly things like this personally, and it won't do anything for you on the battlefield, but I thought it might help having something like this with you."

It was extremely thoughtful and to be honest, even if it was just a piece of fabric with some text it made you feel better, maybe not safer. but better. You'd be lying if you said it didn't give you a lump in your throat. "Th-Thank you Sensei. I'll cherish it." You took the charm and slid it into your pocket.

"That's all for now Y/n, But remember. Once we start training again. Give it your all. Take this experience and use it to make yourself better. If anything, use the charm as a reminder." Nodding, stood and you bowed to your Sensei and departed.

Nanami stayed seated smiling to himself. Things felt like they were on a good note for now, and that's all he could ask for going forward. Giving you that charm would do absolutely nothing for you on the battlefield, but maybe it would help the uneasiness in your mind. Your spirits were good and he was happy for that, but Nanami was no fool. There would be a next time, there would be more death. More anguish....

Sighing at his own depressing thoughts he sat himself up almost ready to leave his seat when the doors opened and in trotted Gojo, hands in his pockets making his way to the couch. Sitting across from Nanami, "That was cute."

"You heard our conversation?" Nanami questioned.

"That charm won't save her in battle."

"No, it won't. If you were listening I told her as such but maybe it'll help the battles in her mind. Knowing that we are here."

"So, What made you get her a gift?" Gojo prodded.

"She's my student and she was hurt due to my negligence."

"You've never felt compelled to get anyone anything unless it was forced Nanami. You felt sorry for her."

"I did. Maybe even a bit guilty too."

Gojo stretched on the couch and mumbled. "Yeah me too. I mean Itadori's first mission was a disaster but he knew at least somewhat to expect. His first curse was with Megumi and he even has Suku-" stopping in his tracts. Gojo shot up from his relaxed position. "Does Y/N know about Sukuna?"

"No." Nanami realized. "Sukuna hasn't manifested himself on Itadori in front of her yet."

"I wonder why, he's not usually silent around anyone." Gojo pondered. Then remembered your black markings..

"Nanami do you still have that picture on your phone?" Nanami nodded and passed his phone to him. Scrolling Gojo found the picture of your unconscious body again and examined it.

"Nanami.. These markings remind you of someone?" Nanami took another look and grimaced. "How come this situation feels like it just got a whole lot more complicated." Sighing Nanami began to massage the bridge of his nose, dropping his phone on the table.

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Gojo had heard your conversation with Nanami. He was a little irritated to be honest. He and Nanami had thought of the same thing. Getting you gift, Gojo was just going to get you a card with some money in it. He didn't know you that well and money always worked with women and god knows he had enough of it. But seeing your reaction to Nanami's gift. He wanted to get you a better one. Nanami got you a gift that touched you, maybe Gojo could think of something just as good. He went ahead into the city to try to find something but as he searched he was still plagued with the sudden revelation he and Nanami deduced. Well, mostly him. He'd give Nanami assist points. This situation had taken a very unexpected turn, but as you said in your conversation with Nanami. "Expect the unexpected"

"What a curious one you are.." He thought of you. During the time you were in the infirmary he could tell you had been depressed, even shaken. He wondered even to himself while you were there if you were just going to bow out and quit your training. It wouldn't have been smart knowing how curses were. If you did leave you'd probably die. So Gojo had secretly been hoping you'd just pull through it and when you did it was a relief to him. You'd spent all that time training with him, failing miserably. But you were trying. He hated to admit it, but if you decided to leave he would feel a little bummed out.

Regardless, He had to find you a gift and all this thinking was making his headhurt.

"Urgh." He groaned and decided to treat himself to some ice cream before dinner for all the trouble this was causing him. On his way to his favorite ice cream shop something shiny caught his eye.

"No way!" He laughed. A small stand with numerous small pieces of homemade jewelry caught his eye, one piece in particular. Examining it he smiled big. "This'll be perfect."

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Everyone arrived to the restaurant on time thanks to Nanami's direction and everyone was enjoying their dinner.

"SAKE!" Gojo cheered grabbing a large piece of sushi and stuffing his face.

"No. This is a student dinner." Nanami sighed and placed his napkin on his lap before taking a bite of his food.

"You're no fun! This is to celebrate Y/n! We should party?! Have fun!" Gojo whined.

"I'm having fun and the sushi is great." You smiled brightly towards Gojo and took a bite of your sushi. Nobara was eating to fast y/n couldn't tell how many pieces she'd eaten.

"I love this restaurant!" She said in between bites. Itadori was laughing at Nobara's feral eating and Megumi just sat eating his sushi quietly.

For Gojo, this party was too tame but decided it was the perfect time to liven it up a bit.

"EHEM." Gojo clapped his hands together. "Attention my precious students and Nanami."

Everyone stopped eating and turned their attention to Gojo who quickly made his way to your seat. Coughing to clear his throat he began,

"In honor of Y/n living through her first fight with a curse and living through the complete utter ass beating you got from it. I got you a present!" Smiling widely Gojo shoved a small box into your hands.

Nanami raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the reason she got into such terrible shape in the first place?"

Gojo just waved Nanami away. "Nonsense, that's all in the past now. Like Y/n said she doesn't blame anybody and she'll be able to tell my antics sooner or later right?"

You flushed red. "You heard my conversation with Nana-"

"Just open the gift." Gojo poked you and you swatted his poking finger.

"Okay okay! Thank you Sensei." Nobara, Itadori, Nanami, and Megumi all watched you unwrap the paper around the box. Gojo stood over you proudly waiting for your reaction. Discarding the wrapping paper you opened the box.

With one glance you burst into laughter and turned the box around to show the others. With the sight Itadori, Nobara, even Megumi began to laugh uncontrollably. Even Nanami couldn't help but chuckle. Inside the box was a necklace with a small charm, and that charm was a frying pan.

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[cryptiles]

Hey I'm sending a request for the match up event, and I would like it to be for Obey Me please.

My personality type is INFP, I'm a taurus and a non-binary, bisexual. I practically live off of coffee and energy drinks and I adore any content that has to do with horror. In my spare time I love to either read my mangas/comics, draw, take photographs of flowers and plants or listen to rock/metal music and take naps. I'd also say that I'm more of an introvert than an extrovert, however once I get to know/grow more comfortable around certain people I'll begin to talk a hell of a lot more.

(I hope this was enough info and if it wasnt/it's too much sorry)

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MATCH UP FOR COFFEE ADDICTED ANON

— details ; obey me x non-binary! reader ; match-up based ; obey me m.list ; no stated pronouns

— requests are open as of 22/8 —> 5 match-ups left

— a/n ; hello hello you didn’t give me a name so i hope the nickname is okay for you aha 😼 im finishing up requests in my inbox so i’m speeding through these.

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drum roll ~ i match you with … belphie !!

• if you live off energy drinks and coffee i’m assuming you’re tired most of the time and therefore need these drinks to keep you awake.

• what better than to have this sleepy fuck constantly try to cuddle with you in bed even when your alarm is ringing.

• its constantly getting snoozed by belphie or you.

• the first few times you both shared a bed with one another belphie would allow you to get out of bed when the first alarm rang , not without some whines here and there.

• as time went on he would move towards the night stand on your side , snatch your phone , snooze the alarm and put your phone on his side of the night stand.

• sneaky little bastard.

• if you scold him for it he’ll just snuggle up closer to you , i mean you cant scold him if he’s that cute right ?

• he adores taking naps with you , its his favourite part of the day.

• anytime anywhere if you need a cuddle buddy and personal body warmer feel free to sleep right next to him and he’ll instinctively wrap his arms around you.

• both of you enjoy the horror genre a lot and occasionally watch really bad ones just to make fun of them.

• if you both watch with mammon it’ll be you guys laughing at his reactions instead of the tv.

• belphie loves smelling flowers and occasionally walking in the garden , he finds it relaxing and the smells of the fresh flowers are comforting.

• he’ll bring you out to the garden to take pictures and plant new ones to grow just for you.

• belphie will point out which flowers look the best on camera , believe it or not he picked up a few things about photography through asmo.

• when he’s awake , he’ll scroll through the internet to find new places with nice scenery for you to take pictures and bring you there to indulge in your hobby.

• you like comics / manga ? no problem theres a whole shop in the house itself called levis room.

• if you mention a comic / manga you want to read he’ll barge into levis room , take it and give it to you. [ he says levi agreed but we all know he just took it and is too lazy to deal with levis shit so he’ll deal with it later. ]

mini scenario !!

“ the main character is hella stupid , like god the killer was right there a second ago why did you go and check the same exact spot ? “

“ right. i mean at least come up with a better way to kill them off. “

“ its lazy , boring and overused. “

“ at least taunt the victims more to build up suspense. “

“ yeah taunt them like how y’all did to me. “

“ mc no- “

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© 2022 cryptiles. please do not repost / translate my work and post it to other social media websites without permission , thank you.

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