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maplesyrupsainz · 5 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙no saving u | LS2˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: logan sargeant x piastri!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, break up, brother's best friend/childhood friends to lovers

warnings: trigger warning many max verstappen mentions unfortunately /j

summary: in which they are pulled together following a particularly messy crash during the last race of the season and an even messier break up

a/n: i got this plot as a request and i love it ahhh i linked the request below!!! hope u guys enjoy i lowkey luv writing logan fanfic especially when max loses something 😆

request!!!: max is getting too cocky and dangerous on the track and he knows you disagree with his antics which causes tension between you, he continues his dangerous streak even though he’s just had the pit lane rules changed for abu dhabi and ends up crashing into logan during fp2, you’ve had enough of max putting himself and others in danger whilst he’s on an ego trip and rush to check on logan after he’s been taken safely from his car and end up going to the hospital with him (you’re childhood friends because he did karting and f3 with your brother), you leave max that night and end up spending more time with logan as he recovers, the summer is spent exploring your new relationship and you go public when you’re spotted in his paddock in 2024, max is humiliated beaten by the worst driver on the grid in his opinion, he’s finally humbled, you could also maybe have logan doing better as he’s had an opportunity to be involved with the cars development, and he even gets a couple podiums in his sophomore year :)

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f1wagupdates we are gathered here today to mourn the alleged death of f1 couple max verstappen and our favourite aussie y/n piastri. please leave your respects below 🙏 we are celebrating with some of our favourite maxy/n moments!

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arlerts-angel · 5 months

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hi!! would i be able to request a smut drabble where the reader meets eren at a party and they end up fucking? erens lowkey a manwhore but when he meets the reader hes smitten immediately <3 theyre both super hornt but the reader is shy n eren takes the lead. sorry if it isnt specific enough or u dont feel like writing. manbun jaeger just has me in a chokehold icl

✎ᝰ a/n: ahhh thank you for this request!! it's a big longer than a drabble (i hope that's okay!) and i hope i did him justice! this is my first eren fic 🖤

☆ wc: 1.1k

⚠︎ cw: dom!eren jaeger x fem reader, porn with some plot, semi-public sex (outside jean & eren's place) degradation, oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging (while sucking him off), penetrative sex, eren has a tongue piercing, pet names (good girl, slut, brat, baby, pretty girl)

♡ taglist: @callm3senpaii @levilxvr @fuyuswifey @stoned-eren @jeannineee @angelescent @softlilpeachxx @girlybelle @arlertwitch @crazychaoticizzy @i-literally-cant-with-this

★彡 𝙒𝙊𝘼𝙃.ᐟ 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙂𝙊?

"christ, kirstein... there's no way you know all these people." eren thinks to himself, pushing past everyone in the congregation. he opens and shuts the door quickly. he grabs the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and taps it on his hand before taking one out and lighting it. he brings it to his lips.

inhale.

he closes his eyes, soaking in the sound of mostly silence, accompanied only by muffled music and his thoughts.

exhale.

he blows a cloud of smoke past his lips and is greeted by a voice behind him. "do you mind if i stay out here with you for a moment?" truthfully, he did mind... until he got a good look at the girl approaching him.

"nah. you good?" he asks, taking another hit of his cigarette. you nod. "yeah, just over the party already." he smirks. "you too?" you nod and giggle. "yeah, one of my friends dragged me here." "i see. name's eren." he glances over at you and offers you his cigarette. you shake your head and politely decline. "no thank you, i don't smoke."

"oh yeah? you're a good girl then, huh? that's why you don't wanna be here." your cheeks grow warm at the sound of "good girl" coming from the pretty boy's lips. you try to respond but words fail you, causing you to stutter helplessly. he takes one last drag before putting the cigarette out.

"you liked that. i can tell." he licks his lips, a hint of light shines on the ball of his tongue piercing. he looks you up and down, feeling a tent grow in his pants. "good girl, hm? bet you fuck like a slut." he grins, glancing over at you. you squeeze your legs together, feeling your wetness collect in your panties. "wouldn't you like to know?" you retort.

"oh, is that right?" he inches closer to you and grabs your jaw in his big hand, forcing you to look at his green eyes. "i love putting brats like you in their place. get on your knees or i'll put you on them myself." your eyes are glossy with anticipation and excitement. as quickly as your heart beats you fall to your knees, looking up at him as he unbuckles his belt.

he pulls his massive cock out of his pants and pumps it lazily in his hand. "open that pretty mouth, baby." he growls. you open your mouth at his command, jolting at the feeling of his cock slapping against your tongue. "now be a good girl and suck my dick." you hesitate for a moment. "i can't, 's too big. i'll choke—" he pulls your hair into a messy ponytail in his hand. "ah–!"

"you'll sound so pretty choking on my cock." he coos, pushing the tip past your lips. that was all the encouragement you needed. you accepted each inch into your mouth until you couldn't fit any more. you begin bobbing your head up and down against his shaft slowly, working up the courage to quicken your pace. you look up at him, batting your tear-soaked lashes at him. "fuck i can't look at you like that. i'll cum." he groans.

you hum around his cock as your tongue swirls around his tip. he grips onto your hair tighter and fucks his cock deeper into your throat, making the walls of your throat contract as you gag. he grunts as he feels his cock twitch. "god damn it. i like that, baby. think you can handle one more time?" you nod and allow his cock to assault your throat. once more, your throat tightens. "ah fuck— just like that baby." he groans, shooting his hot load into your mouth. "so good. so fuckin' good for me."

you swallow the semen he so graciously gifted to you. he helps you off the ground and kisses your lips hungrily. "your turn, princess. can't wait to taste you." he slides your dress up and rubs your pussy over your wet panties. "no use in wearing these. they're soaked baby... and i haven't even touched you." he smirks and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the side.

with your back against the wall, eren gets on his knees and licks stripes up and down your slit before tongue-fucking your entrance. "sweeter than fuckin' candy... this pussy... it's fuckin' mine now." his tongue settles at your clit, flicking it eagerly. the vibrations of his grunts and groans against your bud and the silver ball of his tongue piercing stimulate you further.

"shit—! e-eren–!" you mewl, grabbing onto his hair for leverage. your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself getting close. "gonna cum–ah–!"

eren moans while watching you cum on his face. he slurps up the rest of your juices before slipping two fingers into your pussy. he kisses his way up to your lips, sloppily making you taste yourself. you whine as he pulls his fingers out. "i look forward to breaking you, princess. ready for my cock?" you nod in response, dropping to all fours.

he rubs his cockhead up and down your wet slit, teasing your needy, achy cunt. "gonna mold this pussy just for me." he sighs, slowly sliding the tip into your inviting entrance. once he's past your folds, he thrusts a couple of times to fit himself all the way in you. "shit baby. pretty tight for such a slutty pussy." he slurs.

"mmph–! eren–! fuck me already–! please..." you beg. "tch. you want it so bad? fuck yourself on my cock." he growls. you groan and thrust yourself back and forth on his shaft, quickening your pace as you adjust to his length. he holds onto your hips and pulls you back faster and harder on his cock. "keep it up baby, just like that. shiiiiit..." he groans and reaches a hand under neath and rubs your clit vigorously. "want you to cum all over my cock, pretty girl. mkay?"

you nod and shut your eyes. "fuck—! eren–!" the knot in your stomach tightens and snaps. your walls clench around him as he fucks you through your second orgasm. "fuck yeah baby, i'm gonna cum–" he says with gritted teeth, thrusting one last lazy time into you before pulling out and painting the small of your back and ass with his cum.

for a moment you both collect your thoughts and catch your breaths, looking at each other and smirking. you can't help but hope to keep seeing him. he's mesmerizing, fun, and undeniably gorgeous.

he helps you up and into his arms. "wanna join me in the shower? i'll take care of you... you can even borrow one of my shirts." you accept his hug and agree. "sure, but only if i can get your number." he rolls his eyes light-heartedly and leads you to the door.

"tch. like i'd fuckin let you leave without it."

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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 9 months

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☆｡.:*･ﾟ Sweet Nothings ｡.:*･ﾟ☆

pairing: tfatws!bucky x baker!reader

warning: fluff, multiple mentions of cake, mentions of Bucky with children

a/n: Ahhh I had this idea before going to bed and literally stayed up two hours working on it. I finished it this morning, and I've gotta stay I'm proud of my commitment because I usually take at least a month to finish a fanfiction. Hopefully, there's more where this came from. P.S. I'm not a baker, so I'm sorry if I fudged any details. Feedback is always appreciated but please be kind. Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated but no reposting without credit <3

word count: 1.6k

summary: Reader is a baker and Bucky gets a cake from her to take to Sam's picnic party on the docks (scene from tfatws).

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The bell jingled as Bucky entered Sweet Nothings, the bakery you had started from the ground up. He was instantly enveloped by the sweet scent of baked goods from the array of desserts neatly displayed in the glass case by the counter. Underneath the sugar, he smelled the new chai latte you had just added to the menu. It had been an instant hit, totally trumping the one at Starbucks that everyone raved about. Chai had been a nostalgic drink for you and a completely new one for Bucky. He now had an affinity for it, however, and asked for it every time he entered the shop after you made him the first honorary taste tester of the drink. Now, the shop was bustling since it was happy hour.

Soft music played in the background. Bucky recognized the voice of Taylor Swift, one of your favorite artists. She was one of Bucky's favorites now too. You had impeccable taste, and any song you loved became his favorite. The album that was currently playing was Midnights, the one you had told Bucky he was most like. He loved that about you, how you would associate things like albums and songs with him. It made his heart swell, knowing you thought about him in relation to music, which had a special place in your heart.

You were nowhere in sight, so he assumed you were in the back checking on your bread dough. Bucky approached the barrier that led to the backroom for employees and pushed the door open, hoping to surprise you while you were working. Once he entered, he found you bent over your proving drawer, checking on a fluffy batch of bread dough. He tiptoed up to you and grabbed your waist, lifting you off your feet and causing you to let out a yelp of surprise. Bucky spun you around, chuckling at your reaction (what did he expect when he literally attacked you with a bear hug from behind?).

Finally, he set you down on your feet and spun you around to face him. His eyes were crinkled with laugh lines as he took in your disheveled form. Your hair was in a low messy bun with a few strands astray in the front. You donned a cream-colored beret and a blue long-sleeve over which you had on your cheeky apron that read "Kiss the Cook." It was, of course, gifted to you by none other than your doting boyfriend. A light dusting of flour over your entire being gave you an angelic glow. In Bucky's eyes, you looked more heavenly than all of the desserts in your shop combined.

You blew your hair out of your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest before attempting to glare at Bucky. You didn't last long, however, as his sheepish grin caused you to look down, so he wouldn’t catch you smiling.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me,” you admonished him half-heartedly. “Bakers can be dangerous when startled, you know.”

“Sure, doll,” Bucky still had on that cheeky grin. “I don’t know about dangerous, though. Former assassin here, remember?” He pointed at himself with his index fingers as if you didn't already know. "I think I can handle a blow from a rolling pin." He picked up the nearest tool his hand landed on, which, unfortunately for him, was a basting brush, making his joke fall flat. He sheepishly put the brush away as you tried not to laugh.

You gave him a warning look before turning your back to him and smiling wide. You may pretend to be annoyed by his antics, but they truly brought joy to your heart and brightened up your bland days. You loved your job, but you loved your man most of all.

“I’ve got the cake ready for Sam’s. Just gotta put the finishing touches on it. Did you bring the Oreos, baby boy?”

You turned around to find his face in yours. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve found it incredibly infuriating. But with Bucky, it left you blushing to your core.

He wrapped his arms around you and held up the blue plastic box. “Right here, sweetheart.”

It was a generic nickname that every single boyfriend in the history of the world had called his girlfriend at some point. But somehow, it was almost erotic coming from his plush pink lips with that deep timbre. You sometimes wondered if Bucky knew the effect he had on you.

“Thank you,” was all you trusted yourself to say as you took the box of cookies from him and started peeling off the plastic cover. You moved away from him and carefully placed six cookies on the cake, one on each of the iced rosettes on the border.

“Alright, Buck, I think it’s ready for the party. Lemme just get a box for it, and we’ll be on our way.”

Bucky smiled as he watched you tenderly place the plastic casing on the cake as if it was your baby. In a way, it was, along with all of your other creations.

“Alrighty then, doll,” Bucky grabbed the cake in his gloved flesh hand, then put his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your temple. “Thank you so much for making this, baby cakes.”

You turned pink hearing him use your favorite nickname of all time. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you mumbled bashfully, suddenly shy again in the crook of his arm.

“It’s a Sweet Nothing, which means it’s the opposite of nothing. Doll, this cake is quite literally everything to me.”

“Buckyyy,” you playfully swatted him away. Sure, you were proud of your work, but you still got flustered when people complimented you, especially your boyfriend, who took every chance to make you feel like you were the biggest star in his world.

You eased yourself out of his embrace momentarily to hunt down your assistant. “Lemme just tell Nico to take over the closing shift tonight.”

Bucky nodded and waited patiently by the door for you to rejoin him. You returned and looped your arm around his waist to steer him out of your shop.

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Bucky drove the both of you from the bakery to the docks in his pickup. You held the cake securely in your lap with your right hand and entwined your left with Bucky's. When you arrived, you let go of his hand and moved to open the door, but Bucky reached over you to close it again. Then he climbed out of the truck and rushed to open your door.

"M'lady," you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't help smiling as he took the cake from you so you could climb out of the car. He shut your door behind you, then took off with the cake balanced precariously in his flesh hand.

"Bucky! Be careful!" Your cries were drowned out by Sam's nephews, who were happily trailing Bucky at the sight of the cake. They tried play-fighting with him, pretending to punch him in the face, to which Bucky pretended to stagger backward from the force of impact.

You sighed and let the corners of your mouth lift as you watched your lover boy, totally enamored by his way with children.

Bucky ran to the nearest picnic table and finally placed the cake down safely. You let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you had been holding in and walked over to him.

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Bucky returned to entertaining the kids a little while after everyone had eaten. He stood atop a picnic table, talking to you and Sarah with his metal arm extended out. Sam's nephew and his friend hung off of Bucky's arm. You were trying your hardest to concentrate on what he told you about his days in the Navy, but you couldn't help giggling softly at the sight of him effortlessly holding up two children using only one of his arms.

When you could finally steal a moment alone with him, you handed him a beer and tugged his arm to lead him to the pier's edge. You plopped down and let your feet dangle, the bottoms of your boots grazing the water's surface. After a moment, Bucky crouched down to join you. He scooted closer so his thigh was pressed up against yours. He put his arm around you, and you sighed softly, leaning into his shoulder and staring at the setting sun. Nose pressed against Bucky's shoulder, you inhaled, reveling in the warm scent of freshly-cut pine and the sweet undertones of amber and musky vanilla.

You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulder, suddenly needing to be closer to him than you already were. He seemed to understand and gently twisted to the side, snaking one arm around your lower back and using the other to bring your legs into his lap. You moved in to kiss him tenderly. Your hands were in his hair, his hands were on your hips, and everything felt perfect at that moment. You could still taste the Oreo cake on his breath, and you broke away from the kiss slowly, smiling all the while. Bucky returned your smile warmly as you turned to look at the sunset.

Bucky watched it paint your face the most gorgeous shade of pink and thanked his lucky stars at that moment. Somehow, life had brought you to him. He had never thought of himself as fortunate, but he was ecstatic now that you were in his arms, and he damn sure was never going to let go of this beautiful thing he had with you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and tightened his hold on you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

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heartfullofleeches · 21 days

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I know I'm probably too late for them but-

Also slight suggestive and messy???

My bbgirl ♣️!!!

You never knew how much I stalk your entire blog when reading ALL of your terotophilia fics

Love me pathetic chunky boys meow meow

Also

I FORGOT HIS EARS!!! VERY SORRY FOR MY MISTAKE!!! Got too focused on tities hands to notice his ears :(((( sorry!!! > <

Also if not a bother to you, can you link all of your description/drawing of your OCS??? I'm so obsessed with drawing them, I need them NOW

-Gar

titty CLOVER?!??!? Ahhh what he looks so cool and adorable, his little blush.. Obsessed with these, i love clover and your doodles sm. This is amazing, thank you so much! 🐰❤️🪄

You find my doodles for my OCS in the "devils doodles" tag and written descriptions in either the "character description/design" tags - all of which I linked below. Thanks again!

#Gonna fall down my casino rabbit hole again .. love pathetic mens ahhh #fanart #devils doodles #character description #character design #<- the tags in question #♣️ my oc

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eddiesghxst · 6 months

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PRICE OF FAME (PART 7/12)

AHHH HERE SHE IS, i hope you enjoyyy hehe <3

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: you and eddie are back to square one...maybe

contains: enemies to lovers trope, themes of sexism/misogyny, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, some jealous!eddie, brotherhood, mentions of eddie's dad being shitty, mentions of a sick family member (reader's grandfather), flirting, and eddie being a sorry mf <3

word count: 4.2k

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Eddie very rarely finds the time to go to the studio by himself.

With the busy lifestyle he’s now adopted, he mostly gets his writing done on the road or when he can’t sleep. And Eddie can’t sleep tonight. He doesn’t want to sleep tonight. He can’t seem to find it in himself to give his body and mind the few hours of rest they plead for because Eddie— Eddie fucked up.

The studio is quiet— because nobody in their right mind comes to a recording studio at three in the morning— and Eddie begins to wonder why he even came here if he can’t write a single lyric. Every line that crosses his mind is too little, too much, too mundane— it’s all wrong. Everything is wrong, and Eddie wants to scream.

Eddie takes another hit of the burning cigarette, rubs his eyes in exhaustion, and places his used journal to the side in exchange for his guitar.

He sits on the couch, the quiet room filling out the whirlwind of unsaid words in Eddie’s mind. He strums a soft tune on the wooden instrument, eyes closed and legs propped up on the coffee table. It takes Eddie a few moments to open his eyes when he hears the door open, and he has to blink a few times to clear the fog of fatigue from his eyes.

And Eddie doesn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes and scoff at the sight of Gareth.

He keeps the cigarette between his lips and goes back to plucking his guitar strings, ignoring the shuffling sound of Gareth walking over.

Gareth is quiet for a long time until he clears his throat, “This is good.”

Eddie opens his eyes again and glances over at the brown-haired boy. Eddie’s face pinches in confusion before Gareth raises the journal, and Eddie huffs out a laugh. “No, it’s not.”

Gareth shakes his head, “No, it really is. I like this line,” he points to Eddie’s messy handwriting.

“It’s not going anywhere. I’ve been here for almost two hours.” Eddie brushes it off.

Eddie resumes his peaceful strumming, and Gareth— Gareth just can’t let it go. Because he misses his best friend more than anything in the fucking world, and it hurts. This hurts. The quiet and the unsaid— it hurts.

“I’m sorry.”

And Eddie thinks, fuck, not now.

“Man—” “No, Eddie I… I fucked up.” And Eddie glances at Gareth because Gareth sounds… Gareth sounds like he’s on the verge of something, something that Eddie has rarely seen from his friend.

“I really fucked up, man. And you don’t have to forgive me, but I don’t want you thinking I don’t regret it— because I do.” Gareth looks at Eddie. Clear eyes, so wide and full of what Eddie can only imagine to be sorrow. “I should’ve never done that to you, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have told her— especially because I hadn’t told you.”

And Eddie is so tired of being angry. He’s so tired of feeling the gaping and missing piece of his best friend— and sure, he wishes Gareth never went behind his back and fucked his ex, but he mostly just wishes things would return to normal.

Eddie is silent for a moment, and Gareth almost takes it as an answer, but Eddie finally says, “Did you really love her?”

If Gareth is shocked, he does an excellent job of not showing it. He only swallows and shifts in his seat, “I thought I did… I don’t know, maybe?”

He’s being careful, Eddie knows, and he can’t blame him for it.

“Do you still talk?” Eddie can’t help but ask because he needs to know. He needs to know so he can prepare himself for whatever bullshit he’ll go through later if he ever sees Chrissy again.

To Eddie’s relief, Gareth shakes his head, “No. Not since… no.”

Eddie nods and says nothing else while mindlessly playing his soft tune.

Gareth shifts beside him, glances down at the journal in his hands, and hums, “So… you gonna tell me who this is about?”

Eddie jokingly glares at Gareth and leans forward to set his guitar down. “S’nothing.”

“That’s a lie.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at his friend, and Gareth takes a deep breath. “Look, man,” he places the journal down, “I’ve seen the way you look at her. And Jeff said he saw you—” “That motherfucker.” Gareth softly laughs but shrugs either way.

Eddie drags a hand over his face and sighs, “I don’t know, it’s… complicated.”

Gareth hums, like he doesn’t believe Eddie, “All I’m saying is if you like her as much as I think you do,” he gestures to the journal, “Then you better act quick.”

And Eddie knows Gareth is right— which is annoying, but he thinks he needs to hear it now more than ever.

Eddie’s not sure when he closed his eyes and dozed off, but by the time he opened them, it was the next day, and Jeff was standing over him with a sly grin. Eddie’s face is twisted in morning confusion and annoyance at Jeff’s proximity, and something heavy is leaning on his side and— “I see you and Gare-bear have made up.” Jeff tips his head to the right of Eddie, and Eddie glances over to where he’s motioned to find Gareth fast asleep with his body leaned against Eddie’s side.

Eddie groans and grimaces as he turns his head, a painful pinch resting at the top of his spine as he shoves his hand against Gareth’s shoulder, voice dry and scratchy from sleep as he speaks, “Shut the fuck up.”

Eddie’s arm tingles under the weight of Gareth, and he grunts, pushing harder at his shoulder, “Gareth, get off me, man; I can’t feel my fucking arm,” Eddie grumbles, shoving the boy off of him, grimacing when Gareth grunts in protest.

Jeff snickers and looks around the room; sheets of paper are scattered across the coffee table, empty beer bottles are strewn on the floor, and a guitar with a busted string lies on the other couch. “Jesus, did I miss the party?” Jeff teases, kicking at an empty beer can as he walks over to the sheet of music on the soundboard, picking it up and glancing over the words.

“What’s this?” Jeff wonders aloud. Gareth opens an eye to see what Jeff is talking about and shifts in his seat as he answers, “Eddie’s apology to the journalist.”

Eddie wipes drool from his mouth as he sits up, leaning over to sift through the rubble for his pack of cigarettes, “Birdie.” He mumbles as he shoves a stick between his lips and lights the end. “Yeah, Birdie.” Gareth sleepily mumbles.

Jeff laughs as he reads over the half-assed written letter. “How drunk were you two shitheads?” He wonders, eyebrows raising at one particular sentence. “And what’d you do that made you finally realize you’re an asshole?”

And Eddie thinks Jeff is asking a lot of questions right now, and Eddie doesn’t have the mental capacity to digest any of them. Gareth snickers beside Eddie, shaking his head with a shrug, moving through Eddie’s cloud of smoke to reach for a beer can, shaking it to see if there’s any drink left before sipping on whatever's there before speaking, “What didn’t he do?” He jokes.

Eddie kicks his heel into the brown-haired boy’s shin, ignoring the spew of curses Gareth sends his way. Jeff tosses the paper back onto the soundboard and turns to the two boys, “Does this have anything to do with her trying to drop the article?”

Gareth shrugs, uninterested in whatever Jeff is insinuating, but the question seems to wake Eddie up quicker than the slow-burning stick between his fingers. “What are you talking about?”

Jeff looks at Eddie as if he’s asked him what two plus two is, “You don’t know?”

Eddie tilts his head, a confused look on his face, irritation lingering on his tone, “Know what, Jeff?”

Jeff’s eyebrows raise, and he lifts his hands in surrender, “Look, Naomi and Birdie were talking at breakfast, and she told Naomi that she’s thinking of dropping the article.” “What do you mean dropping the article, Jeff?”

Jeff gazes at Eddie like he’s lost his mind, “Honestly, man, I don’t know why you’re freaking out when this is literally what you wanted ever since she came along.” He points out, calmly sitting in the desk chair by the soundboard. “I mean, yeah,” Eddie stresses, “But that was before— fuck,” Eddie rubs a hand over his face as he plops back into the plush couch with a heavy sigh. “Before?” Jeff wonders aloud.

“Don’t worry about it.” Eddie snaps.

Gareth snickers again, glancing at Eddie’s depleted state before glaring at Jeff, “Before Eddie fell in love.” He childishly giggles. Eddie glares at his friend, finally finding his shoes and hastily shoving them on, “I’m not in love with her, you fucking idiot,” He swats at Gareth, “I just…” Eddie glances between his two friends before sighing, rubbing his hands over his face again and resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s complicated, okay?”

“Didn’t seem that complicated when I walked in on you two.” Jeff points out, to which Gareth’s jaw drops as he turns to Eddie, “No fucking way. You boned the journalist?—” “Birdie.” “—And Jeff walked in on it? You didn’t tell me that last night!” He exclaims.

Eddie grimaces at Gareth’s words and the fact that he won’t just say your name because, for some weird and obnoxious reason, it pisses Eddie off. “Because it wasn’t like that.” Eddie shakes his head. Jeff makes a face, and Eddie rolls his eyes, “It wasn’t,” Eddie repeats, “Not that it’s any of you fucking losers' business.”

Eddie tries so hard not to seem distracted when they start working on their last song of the album. He tries to put his entire mind, body, and soul into the words and the chorus, but he can’t. Eddie’s mind is somewhere else, wasting away trying to find a way to say sorry and get you to change your mind about abandoning your project because, sure, Eddie’s an asshole when he wants to be, but he has some inkling of remorse and human feelings. He has the ability to feel sorry and know when he’s crossed a line, and clearly, Eddie is far beyond the line.

Eddie’s stomach churns when he thinks about the last night: the look on your face and the tone of your voice, the unmistakable sniffle as you wiped away a stray tear. And Eddie really is a jackass, isn’t he?

Making a kind girl like you cry, telling her she’s ruined everything when all she’s done is stay true to her task. It’s Eddie who’s led you astray, who’s tempted you and poked and prodded until you cracked— and, god, Eddie feels sick to his stomach.

Eddie remembers how that feels. To be pushed and shoved to your breaking point, to where someone breaks you down to the point of giving up. Eddie knows that feeling so well; he dealt with it for so long as a kid before Wayne took him in. Eddie remembers how useless he would feel, how his father would tell him he was stupid and naive for thinking he could be something. And it’s difficult to ignore those harsh words when it’s repeated over and over in your ear, and Eddie can’t believe he let himself do that to you.

Eddie’s kind of frantic when he walks up to you at rehearsals.

He’s fidgety, and he’s aching for a cigarette, and his heart is racing in his chest because Eddie’s not the best at apologies, but he’s also not very fond of the idea of you not being here anymore. As much as Eddie hates to admit it, he likes you being here— because watching you, hearing you, and seeing how you move about a room is addicting. It’s a movie, a show that gets better with every episode, and Eddie has tried so hard to lie and say he can’t stand the show, but fuck, he’s hooked.

You look tired today, uncharacteristically quiet and reserved, making Eddie all the more nervous to break the slight trance you seem to be in. Your lashes flutter as you blink up at him when he approaches you in the backstage hallway, “Can we uh— can we talk?”

You don’t seem eager when he asks, and you don’t sound it either when your eyebrows furrow in distress, and you shake your head, “Honestly, Eddie, I’m not in the mood—” Eddie shakes his head, tone sincere and eyes holding no trace of mischief, “No, I promise it’s not…” Eddie trails off, and you raise your eyebrow, growing impatient with his hesitance.

“It’s about the magazine.” He rushes out. You look confused and unconvinced— and there’s so much going on in the background; staff calling out demands, crew members scrambling to get things done, and Eddie just can’t fucking think. “Well, it’s about you, but it’s also about the magazine— can we step outside?”

Eddie looks away in embarrassment because Eddie doesn’t get flustered very easily these days— there’s not much to get flustered over when you’ve seen it all— but again, Eddie doesn’t do this often— and his neck is heating up, and he knows his cheeks are turning an embarrassing shade of red because you’re looking at him like he’s the biggest idiot known to man.

Eddie drags in a steady breath, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and he grumbles lowly enough for you to hear, thumb brushing the tip of his nose once before speaking, “Come on, don’t make me beg.”

You scoff at that, arms crossing over your chest as you push past him and storm towards the exit, and Eddie follows with a shaky breath.

When Eddie steps out into the alleyway of the venue, you’re leaning against the wall with a deep frown etched across your lips, and Eddie’s fingers twitch for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. You glare at him, “What’s wrong with you?” You snap. Eddie looks at you silently for a moment, confusion written across his face as he speaks, “Huh?”

You glare as you speak, “You’re being weird.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and clears his throat, shifting on his feet before he starts, “Listen, I uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I know we don’t get along and shit but just…” Eddie ignores it when you roll your eyes, “Don’t drop the magazine because of me.”

You’re silent then, for much longer than Eddie would like you to be, and Eddie is thoroughly confused when you scoff, “Excuse me?”

Eddie stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances around the empty alleyway, “Look— believe it or not, we actually kind of need this, and the boys will fucking kill me if I screw it all up, so just… I’m sorry, okay?”

And technically, it’s the truth. It might not be the whole truth as to why Eddie has pulled you aside, but at least there’s some truth to it… right?

You don’t seem too appeased with Eddie’s half-assed apology, considering the way your face doesn't even flinch for what seems like decades. “Well, for starters, I’m not dropping out of the magazine,” and Eddie doesn’t want to unpack the reasoning behind why the tension in his shoulders eased, “And the only reason why I had even debated doing so is because my grandfather is sick, not because some douchebag artist pissed me off.” You snap.

Eddie feels like an ass.

No, he feels worse than an ass, whatever that may be. Eddie feels like he’ll maybe just go back to the hotel and sew his mouth shut because the one time that Eddie tries to fix things, his tongue flaps and spews out bullshit, and then he’s further in the ground than he was, to begin with.

Eddie’s not sure what to do or say because, honestly, he didn’t even think of the possibility that he’s not the reason for you dropping the magazine, and Eddie only then realizes how selfish of a mistake this was. “Can I be honest with you, Eddie?”

Even though you sound and look like you could stab him right now, Eddie thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes are so alive beneath the light of day, and a gentle breeze carries your scent to wrap around Eddie in a dizzying manner. His heart races, and Eddie feels… small.

He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, like he’s damaged things to the point of no return, and it’s all his fault— and usually, it never actually was Eddie’s fault, but this… Eddie can wholeheartedly admit he’s at fault for the agitated look you’re giving him— and Eddie doesn’t know what to do.

Still, Eddie nods— because what else can he do?

“I think we should keep the one-on-ones to a minimum. Better yet, let’s just stop it as a whole.”

“What?”

You take a deep breath, gaze dancing away, seemingly anxious to flee the scene as you speak, “I don’t think this is benefiting either of us— this back and forth. I have work to get done, and honestly, there’s nothing more that I need from you aside from when I interview the band as a group— and seeing as you hate me and I hate you, why don’t we just make our lives easier and stay out of each other's way?”

This isn’t how Eddie imagined things going.

Eddie imagined he would say sorry, and you would give him a pretty smile, and things would go back to… well, not normal, but perhaps something a little better than normal. This is worse than normal. This is so left field of what Eddie had imagined, and Eddie can’t bring himself to say anything.

So, instead, Eddie nods, mumbles a quick agreement, and says nothing more as you leave.

Days pass slower than usual, and you find ways to get busy outside of drafting the magazine. You take frequent walks in Central Park to clear your mind and spend many nights talking to your family over the phone.

Your grandfather is old, and it’s no surprise to the family that he’ll soon see the end of his days, but your mom immediately told you no when you said you would be coming home after getting word of his current state. You weren’t particularly close to your grandfather; you really only saw him once a year around holidays, but you felt the need to be there for your mother, to offer her a shoulder to cry on. However, your mother, ever the sweet lady she is, insisted she would be more than okay with the support of your father and younger sister and demanded that you stay in New York to finish your project.

Still, even though you called home every night, you felt the distance with each goodbye. It ached to be so far from your family at such a time, but the world won’t stop just for you, and time is of the essence in your line of work.

Despite the somewhat gloomy past days you’ve had, each show has given you a moment to breathe and take your mind off the stresses of life. There are two shows of the residency left now, and the boys of Corroded Coffin seem more pumped than ever for the two big nights.

You usually spend time before the show loitering in the green room or waiting out in the crowd, but today, you’ve chosen to have front-row tickets to the chaos that is Corroded Coffin’s dressing room.

There’s a thick fog of smoke dancing through the room; tobacco, weed, and alcohol drenching the walls with their smell as the boys and crew members share drinks and blunts and jokes. You, Jeff, Gareth, and James are gathered in front of the vanity— away from most of the chaos to enjoy light conversation— with Jeff and James sitting in the tall vanity chairs while you and Gareth stand between them both.

“I think we should play something off the new record tonight,” Jeff suggests. Gareth, who’s busy messing with his hair in the mirror, finds the time to respond, “I kind of wanted to do something old. Maybe even a cover?”

James raises an eyebrow, reaching forward onto the vanity desk for a black eyeliner pencil, “You guys are on in like fifteen, man. The stage crew is not gonna be happy about that.” James points out, inspecting the small item before popping the cap off. Gareth snickers as James attempts to apply the eyeliner, “When are they ever happy? Poor guys have to put up with our bullshit every day.”

Naomi comes to stand behind Jeff, draping her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin atop his head. Jeff smirks at her through the mirror, and she smiles, “You agree, right? We should play something new tonight?” Jeff asks his girlfriend, to which she shrugs and glances at both band members, “I don’t see why not. It’s the second to last show, and I’m sure the fans would love it.”

You look over to James as he curses to himself when the pencil tip breaks off. You snicker, not thinking twice, when you step forward to place a hand on his shoulder, “You’re pressing too hard.” You mumble as you gently grab the pencil from him. James watches as you turn to grab the pencil sharpener, shaving off the empty end of the stick until you can see the soft pencil again, “Aw, you’re gonna help me out?” He presses a hand to his chest as you roll your eyes. Whatever conversation Jeff, Gareth, and Naomi are having, you pay no mind to it anymore. “Shut up, take a seat.” You nod to the vanity chair.

James takes a seat, and you shake your head as you step forward, tipping his head back for a good angle as you say, “Remind me again how you’re an artist and still don’t know how to apply eyeliner correctly?” You mumble as you begin softly applying the makeup to his bottom lashline. James smirks, “I can’t be good at everything.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Just look up at the ceiling, please.”

And in the corner of your eye, you catch him— Eddie.

He’s watching you and James with the sharpest gaze you’ve ever seen— angry and daring, and it only falters when you turn to look at him. You don’t know why, but your heart seems to rise to your throat, and there is an annoying twist in your stomach when you see how his jaw ticks in anger. You don’t notice it until Eddie’s gaze flickers down, and you suddenly feel the warm heat of James' hand pressed against your waist.

Your body heats at the attention, and you shy away from Eddie’s accusing gaze, returning to your task. Your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as you apply the makeup, and you try desperately hard to ignore the way James is gazing up at you or the gentle squeezes he gives you when you shift. What’s even harder to ignore is the hole Eddie is burning through your head— and god, why do you feel like this?

Why do you, for some odd reason, wish it was Eddie beneath you? Why do you wish it was Eddie’s hands touching you? Why do you wish Eddie’s brown eyes were gazing at you? Why do you wish it was Eddie’s warm skin beneath your fingertips?

Your body and heart want Eddie for selfish reasons, but deep down, you and Eddie both know it’s best not to venture down the short path you’d started. But that doesn’t mean you don’t think about it. That doesn’t mean you don’t think about what it would be like to have Eddie in all the sinful ways you’d both tasted.

You don’t hear James the first time, but your attention snaps back to him when he gently squeezes your hip, “Huh?” You blink.

James chuckles as you pause your task and gaze down at him. His gaze dances all around your face for a moment, pearly white teeth digging into his smile before he speaks again, “What are you doing tonight after the show?”

And god, why the fuck is James looking at you like that?

You shrug, “Um, I— I don’t know why?” You ask, finishing the last few touches on his makeup. James shrugs, watching as you stand up straight and put the cap back onto the pencil, “I was thinking maybe I can take you out? Like a date?”

You almost choke at that. Your eyes are wide as you blink at James, heart racing and mind a whirlwind of thoughts— and Eddie is still watching you.

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can say anything, Richie bursts through the door with a grin and an exclamation of two words.

Show time.

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part eight

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a/n: ANNNDDD HERE WE ARE, if you've made it to the end and see this, thank you for reading, ilysm and i appreciate any for of feedback, i love to here ur funny, sweet, and smutty thots <3 ALSO A BIG THANK YOU TO @siennamagee FOR THE IDEA OF THE SCENE WITH JAMES, ILY STINK <3 LET THE GROVELING BEGIN !!

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inupibaldspot · 1 day

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Are you taking requests?

Could you do a smut(if you feel comfortable whit that) Older fem reader x aged up Megumi?

Megumi is in college in his second year and reader is his “sugar mommy”

Age gap Megumi is 20 and Reader is 27

(Sorry if you don’t understand something, English is not my first language)

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : sugarmommy! reader, sugar baby! Megumi, dom!megumi, overstimulated, fem bodied reader. | Oh I’m not sure if i can actually write that well :(( I’m so sorry so ill just whip up something quick for you below the cut ᰔ

“Me-Meguuu-nghhhh— megumiii fuckkk!”

Fushiguro groans as he takes in the sight infront of him; you all fucked out of your mind, pupils in heart shape and all streatched out around his huge dick.

The sound of skin slapping against each other accompanied with your slutty moans, makes Fushiguro lean his head back; completely taken in by the view of your riding him, so desperate and needy like your life depended on his dick. “nghhh—ah! megumi, yo-youre so deep~so bigg!” you already had come twice but it seemed your lover still had not had his fill of your pussy as he continues to thrust your cum back into you.

“you’re so messy for me, mama.” Fushiguro says as he trails one of his hands up to grab a hold of your boob which was jiggling with every bounce from you, grinding your clit on his abdomen. Fuck… after seeing this view, he feels like he should be the one paying for this. “You like ah… you like it don’t you? you like younger men’s dick don’t you?” He blabbers, so turned on and pussy drunk, nothing registered in his brain before he spoke.

Megumi takes a second to stop his thrust which makes you whine. This make you open your eyes and give fucked out, cute wet blinks at him. “No more ‘gumi ah… I came…pleaseee… I’m done”

The makes Fushiguro’s cock twitch inside and eyes darken, he tilts his head to the side and in an instant, he lifts your hips and pulls you in at a rapid pace, which makes you let out a whiny cry. The pace Fushiguro was going at makes your legs twitch as you try your best to support your self with arms around his shoulders.

“I-nngh I can’t— please I can’t.” You cried overstimulated.

“Mmhmm.” Fushiguro says as he continues to thrust inside you, his balls form wet slaps as they touch your skin, the room now filled with wet sounds of sex.

“Shit, you tighten around me so nicely…” he doesn’t give a fuck right now at your whines, only focus is on your pussy molding into his dick shape.

“Please megumi… ah-ah…ngh ahhh! I can’t. Ah- I’m sooo full of your cummmm!” You say as you rest your head on the crook of the younger man’s shoulder.

Before you could register what was going on, you had been pushed to your back with your legs on the younger dark haired boy’s shoulder. “Come on now y/n.” He says, his eyes almost had hearts with how pussy drunk he was. He slides in his still hard dick inside your pussy, as it makes a wet sound trying to accommodate it.

You whine, legs shaking as you try to get off. "Gumi too much, I'm gonna cum again!"

“You’re paying me to this, y/n.” Megumi reminds and doesn't even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you "-so you can’t expect me to stop now."

“aahnn too much...too good...hah aah–“ You felt spent, worn and overused yet it was exactly how you wanted to be...so messed up by him that he couldn’t see straight ramming your insides. “it's so big… ah— I’ll make a mess, megumi~.”

“Take it baby… you were begging for this weren’t you.” He says, as his teeth graze your tit, as he pistons into you again and again, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix with each thrust. “The first time you asked me to be your sugar baby, I saw you eye my sweat pants.”

“Such a slut ah-arent you? You asked for this so I’m gonna fuck your princess lil cunt nghh—need to feel your pussy squeeze me y/n” And you do, falling apart as he fucks you through your orgasm, again and again. when Fushiguro finally pulls out, he props your hips up with a pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.

“You’re not filled enough for how much you pay me, I need to cum more,” Fushiguro hides a smirk as he pants, he hands are on your wirst as he makes you pretty fingers fuck his cum back into your cunt.

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wintfleur · 7 days

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Hiii! Could you do 🪷 “placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered” for will smith

౨ৎ irresistible

﹕─┈ pairings ( Will smith x female! reader )

°. — summary ( will’s supposed to be studying, but he can’t focus on anything but you . . . it’s not his fault his girl is so irresistible )

°. — details ( g; fluff, slightly suggestive. w; suggestive actions, but no smut, heated makeout. wc; 1.2k)

﹕─┈ prompt ~ placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( ahhh will !!! Tysm for sending in a request, so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I absolutely loved writing this !!! I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you guys think )

+ could be read as a part 2 to this or just as a standalone.

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Saturday mornings were for cuddling, sweet nothings whispered into each other's ears, messy hair and slow kisses, and of course making pancakes that left your kitchen a mess in its wake. Well for will they were, and don't get me wrong you loved those types of Sundays.

But for you as of late, your Saturdays were waking up early, kissing your still sleeping boyfriend's forehead, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, strong coffee, and studying for hours in the quiet library knowing that you wouldn't be bothered. But this Saturday was different, instead of going to the library alone, your sweet boyfriend decided to join you.

He swore that he would help you study since he felt bad for distracting you the other day during class, he knows how important your academics are to you. He promised to be on his best behavior . . . and he really really tried too. But he couldn't help but have his mind wander as he watched study.

Between the cute pout on your lips as you focused, the way you absentmindedly bit on the top of your pen as you read the large textbook in front of you, and the way he got a perfect view of your cleavage as you leaned forward to write, made him impatient, restless. His mind clouded with thoughts he shouldn't be having in a library. But what can he say, you were just so irresistible.

“Will” you whisper his name in a warning tone when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, your eyes not leaving your notebook that was filled with your notes, pastel highlighter covered words and little doodles on the sides of the pages. Will did not pause his wandering hand, softly caressing your lower back, his gaze on your side profile.

“C’mon no one is around” he whispered as he moved closer to you, tilting his body to the side as he sat next to you, your knees brushing up against each other. The soft lingering touch making his want for you, stronger. Will's eyes quickly dart around the dimly lit corner of the library they sat at, no one in sight. They were in their own little world.

You look up from your books and to will when you hear the desperateness in his tone, ever since you woke him up this morning, soft kisses on the side of his face as you gently ran your fingers through his messy hair, he's been clingy, only wanting your touch and attention. Two things he wasn't getting as you studied hard, his own books and homework long forgotten.

You could see the desire in his eyes, a look you knew well. Will’s fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, teasingly tracing the skin under it, sending goosebumps in its wake.

You swallow hard and ignore the feeling of desire stirring in your stomach, you had to focus, you weren't going to let your needy boyfriend distract you again. You clear your throat and look away from a now smirking will (he could read you so well) And turn your focus back on your textbook “I only have a few chapters left.”

Will pouts and stops his hand from going lower when you turn your attention back to your studies. He pulls his hand away from your lower back and rests his arm on the back of your chair as he watches you move your hair to your other shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your neck and nape. Your movement gives him a good whiff of your perfume he loved so much.

Will quickly looks around and smiles triumphantly when he sees that they are still alone and out of sight. He leans forward in his seat and closer to you, his arm on the back of your chair dropping down to wrap around you as he leans down, his chest pressed against your side.

You try to focus on the words in front of you, but you couldn't focus on anything but the way your boyfriend was pressed up against you, his body warmth spreading over you. Will's lips twitch up into a smirk when he sees you falter, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your shoulder and up to your nape. Your eyes flutter close as the feeling of his soft lips on your warm skin, a small gasp leaving your parted lips.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips and your eyes quickly open when you feel his hot mouth part, his tongue teasingly swiping against your burning skin. Will leans back in his chair, a chuckle leaving his lips as you quickly stand up and move away his touch, a familiar warmth and desire spreading across your body. Wills eyes darken as he watches your eyes drop to his legs where he was manspreading, softly biting your lip at the sight before quickly looking up to his eyes, stuttering out “I’m going to go get another book.”

You didn't wait for a response before you were turning on your heels and making your way towards the history section of the library, thankfully it was close to where the two of you were sitting. You let out a heavy breath and bring your hand to your nape, softly rubbing the hot skin as your eyes dart over the books on the long shelfs.

You knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well, so you had to get out of there before it was too late and you fell to his charms and touch . . . you were so close to just letting him take you back to your dorm. You stop at the right section and your eyes rake over the long shelf, looking for the right book that you need.

You only notice your boyfriend who followed you when you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, will hums in appreciation and places a kiss to your pulse point, your breath hitching at the bruising kiss.

“Will,” you whispered breathlessly.

A needy groan leaves his lips as he hears you say his name so prettily, and he doesn't wait another second before he is pulling back and quickly turning you around, softly pushing you back against the bookshelf, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips at the sudden change of position. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked down at you, the desire in your eyes matching his.

He can't wait anymore, the way you looked up at him, the desire in your eyes, the way your chest raised in fall as you breathe heavy, your pretty lips parted, you looked irresistible. Will quickly surged forward, and your noses softly knocked against each other as he took your lips in a passionate kiss.

You slid your hand up his side and up his back before tangling it into his hair at his nape, the kiss only heating up as he pressed his body flush against you, your touch sending chills down his spine. A whine leaves your lips as he moves his knee between your thighs, will eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, his hands traveling your body as if he didn't have every inch of your body memorized.

The kiss only gets hotter as gasps and moans leave both of your lips, you found yourself absentmindedly bucking against his knee. You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, needing air and not wanting to be caught in a heated makeout with your boyfriend. Pants leaving your lips as you whispered needily.

“My dorm or yours?”

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archer-fb · 9 months

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u take requests right??

if not ignore this <3

but could u write bakugou with sensitive nipples?? maybe having the reader accidentally discover them one day, and eventually just tease and tease until he cums in his pants

honey yes, the way this immediately got rid of my writers block. I forever love you even more <333

A/N - there is no way I have the brain power to think of a title rn. also im gonna go with virgin bakugo cause yeah

T/W - sub bakugo cause yes, nipple play, mostly virgin!bakugo, soft dom reader, mommy kink, lil bit of degradation, so much praise, aftercare cause yes uhhh I think I got everything but who knows

You have been deep in thought all day since you hugged bakugo brushing up against his chest, then seeing him shiver and let out a tiny moan. You can't but plot something to use this against him, you can't wait

time skip <3

"So sensitive aren't you, baby? All pathetic and whimpering for me just from me playing with your pretty tits?" You say licking and sucking on Bakugo's nipples.

"A-Ah! Mommy please don't stop! I-I'm so close! Ahhh~" Bakugo whimpers, blinking away tears.

"You already close, Katsu? Just from mommy playing with your sensitive nipples. Such a needy little slut for me. You gonna cum, baby?" you whisper into his ear.

"Y-yes mommy! I'm so close~" he shouts to you.

And before you could even answer you see a wet spot form in his pants, he came in his pants. And if you weren't drenched/hard as a rock before, you sure as hell are now.

"Good job baby, coming untouched. Such a good baby boy for me. Now what do you need from me, Katsu? Want some water?" you ask in a state of lust.

"No, Y/n, can we just cuddle? I just wanna be close to you..." he asks shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Of course, baby, whatever you need right now you can ask me. You did so good for me, I love you Katsu," you say kissing his temple.

"I love you too, you're more than I could have ever asked for..." he whispers into your ear already half asleep. You cuddle until he falls asleep so you can clean him up. You climb back in bed with him and end the night with him in your arms.

Loved writing this, I wrote in like an hour. sorry if its messy, its 3am. Hope you enjoyed, loves!

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satrs · 11 months

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Wait can I rq reo x reader x nagi threesome

URGHHH YES ANON!!!!<33 I'm so sorry for the late reply, I'm a bit stressed lately:( Hope ur having an amazing day!! <3

Double Trouble!

Tags; fem!reader. pro!player Reo and Nagi(+18) unprotected sex(wrap your shi up yo). dirty talk(?). 3some(obv). Overstim. Creampie. Messy sex. Cum eating. Nicknames. not proofread.

word count; 1.2k

You never thought that you would find yourself in that kind of situation.

In between two soccer stars, getting the best fuck of your life.

It was originally a silly joke from your side, saying how you wouldn’t mind to fuck the both of them, turning into sweet reality.

„Keep your eyes on Nagi, pretty princess.“ you were in a cage of euphoria, tears streaming down your face as you felt Nagi's hips snap into you over and over again, stirring your insides.

„Can’t, I can’t reo. It’s too much.“ Reo pinched your perky nipples at your statement, „too much? But isn’t that what you wanted pretty? Getting fucked real good?“

You only mustered a shaky moan in return, the tongue threatening to lull out of your mouth, the pleasure the both pro athletes were gifting you almost too much to bear.

„Leave her be. Can’t you see she’s already fucked out?“ Nagis comment caused Reo to snicker, peppering kisses onto your neck and shoulders, heavy breath running shills through your spine as his hard length was straining against his boxers.

„Just wanted to tease her a bit, that’s all. You like that don’t you princess?“, you nodded your head quickly, eyebrows frowning as you felt your orgasm nearing.

Reo let a hum pass his lips, hand traveling from your round tits to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking as you felt that familiar sensation in your lower belly threatening to burst.

„I’m sososo close, fuck! Just like that, please don’t stop.“ You were a total mess at this point. Pornographic moans and whines escaping your mouth.

Just as you were about to cum, you felt emptiness erupting your body, feeling none of the men on you.

“Not yet, doll. Reo still needs his share.” You whined at the loss of contact, Nagis voice echoing into your skull.

„Wanna end things so soon pretty princess? Aww, I’m so hurt.“ The purple haired male stated sarcastically, quick to switching positions with his friend.

His boxers flew to the ground, one hand squeezing the fat of your thigh while aligning himself to your entrance.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you felt Reos cock swipe along your folds, soaked in nagis pre-cum and your juices.

„Nagi Come on. You didn’t finish yet right?“ Reo egged Nagi on, triggering the white haired male to position himself in front of your mouth, his still hard dick pressing onto your plump lips, eager to push his length deep into your throat.

„Say ahhh.“

This was so humiliating. But you were just too out of your mind to think about it any longer, complying to nagis request, plump lips wrapping around his aching cock.

Nagi threw his head back, slightly gasping at the feeling of his tip brushing along your throat. "Just like that."

You moaned around his length as you felt something prodding at your entrance, Nagi's hand flying to take a fistful of your hair and grunting at the vibration of the action.

"My turn now." Reo chuckled at his statement, the hand leaving a red imprint on the back of your thigh from its harsh impact.

He sank in, hips sensually meeting yours, tongue running over his lips as he felt the tightness of your heat. His rhythm got quicker as he felt overwhelmed with the tightness of your weeping cunt.

You on the other hand were a definition of the word mess. You lost count of how many times you already came, still desperately aching for more. Drool escaped the sides of your mouth as you choked around Nagi’s length, the taste of your own juices lightly recognizable on your taste buds, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Reo’s hands wandered over your body greedily.

His fingers danced along your hips, moving up to your breast as he leaned in while attaching his lips to your nipple, tongue dancing around it. You choked on a moan, hand flying into reo‘s locs, tightly grabbing them. He groaned at the feeling, softly biting your nipple, earning a yelp from you, gifting him a deeper angle to hit inside of you.

Nagi was watching the scene unfold before him, eyes hanging low and mouth slightly agar in pleasure, coating himself at the feeling of your throat tight around his tip, causing his grip on your hair to tighten, hips stuttering up into your mouth. You took what Nagi gave you, helplessly complying and letting him fuck your throat sore.

He threw his head back, eyes clenching, „Fuck I’m gonna cum.“ This caused Reo to straighten, the pace of his hips speeding up, roughly stirring up your insides, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. „Shit - me too. Such a good little slut. Letting us fill her up everywhere,hm?“

You didn‘t think he would expect an answer, but as Nagi swiftly pulled out of your mouth, leaving you coughing, he lifted your head up by the hair, causing you to look at him, chin drenched in spit. „Answer him.“

You groaned at Nagis tight grip and the feeling of Reo’s fingers working on your overstimulated bud, whining out an answer. „Yes - fuck! You can use me, fill me up.“ You babbled words out of spite, rambling on about your god knows what orgasm.

The purple haired male’s grip on your hip turned firm, hips stuttering, „Good girl. Where do you want it?“ You whined, looking up at Nagi as you noticed him stroking his cock, cum threatening to leak from his slit. „I-Inside Reo! Please!“

You heard Nagi curse under his breath, biting his lower lip intensely, almost drawing blood. „I’m gonna paint your face all pretty, yeah? Do you want that doll?“, you frantically nodded your head at his question, and not long after hearing a loud groan erupt from his lips, causing you to close your eyes and open your mouth wide, trying to catch every drop of his incoming cum in your mouth.

He did not fail to paint your entire face in his thick seed, a sigh escaping his lips at the sight of it. Reo let out a whine at the sight of your messed up face, one last movement of his hips followed by his dick painting your walls in a white color.

You licked up what happened to land on your lips, causing Nagi to smirk down at you, biting your lower lip after at the feeling of Reo’s cum flooding out of your abused hole. Reo scooped up some of the cum spurting out, placing his finger on your lip. You eagerly licked his finger clean, causing him to smile.

„Never thought she’s such a dirty little thing.“, the white haired stated, taking your chin in hand while his thumb collected some of reo‘s cum escaping your mouth, pushing it right back in.

„I’m not complaining.“, Reo answered, sensually trailing his fingers from the valley of your breasts to your belly button, admiring your painted pussy. Eyes eagerly locking with yours, excitement visible in them.

„Think you can take both of us at the same time now, princess?“ you looked away shyly, thighs pressing together in thought. „Dunno…“

Nagi responded by pulling your thighs apart with one of his hands, squeezing it. „C‘mon doll. We know you can.“

You were in for it now, and you knew this was by far not the end. But what did you expect by throwing oil into the fire? But hey, you only life once, right? A little trouble always gets you going- and especially double trouble.

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 6 days

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candlelight 🕯️

hii it’s me again! congratulations on 1k!! i’ve thinking about this recently (a lot) because im seriously in my miguel ohara kick🥰

but can you do shy & nerdy reader with popular miguel who are dating?? he adores making her flustered and how shy she is.

he makes her ask for his help because he knows how badly she needs him? because she’s just so stressed out about school and stuff? as always if you’re not comfortable writing totally ignore this! this is my first time requesting smut so i don’t know if it’s silly or not! but if you write it i know you’ll do good by it bc ur such an amazing writer😌

-🎀

hiiii, thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting! ahhh, i'm so thrilled you asked for miguel; i was dying to write him and probably will more, especially if people want; i hope you like it! i hope i got enough of the request in here

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader word count: 2.2k notes: modern au, established relationship, fluff, smut (i'm going to keep with marking where it gets smutty, though, bc it's like a full fluff fic before any smut, for those who only want the fluff; MDNI!) part of my 1k celebration!

so, i trickled in just a bit of spanish because i'm actually a native speaker so found the opportunity exciting; i don't want translations to be annoying in the middle of it or for you to have to scroll to the end, so thought putting them here was best: mi amor / amor mío: my love / literally something like love of mine but works more like emphasis cariño: term of endearment kind of like dear, literally affection mami: another term of endearment, more often cheeky or sexier descansa: rest dime: tell me que maravilla: a joke from the movie, literally what a marvel / wonder, kind of like how wonderful or even just amazing hope i didn't miss any others

The phone buzzing beside you startles you almost completely out of your chair. Coffee makes you jumpy. An entire pot in one night makes you… suspect what you’d be like on cocaine. You’d thought you’d put it on silent. No phone till at least one paper is done, you’d told yourself. Finals had you reeling, and you were desperate to make some progress. When you grab your phone, you see a text from Miguel:

You take your headphones off, and sure enough, a moment later hear a knock at the door. You open it to a Miguel in loose sweatpants and hoodie, dark hair messy, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Even these clothes could do nothing to hide the impressive broadness of his shoulders.

“Hey, baby,” he says through a bright smile. He kisses your cheek and steps into the apartment. “I know you were trying to focus, but I was getting worried.” “Sorry, I had my headphones on; the neighbors were being too loud again, and I really needed to focus.” “No, not the waiting at your door, mi amor. I’m talking about all of… this,” he gestures wildly around the apartment then his gaze lands on you. “Those dishes were there when I was here days ago, and even though I’m pretty sure adding anything to that tower would topple it, you haven’t. When’s the last time you ate?” “I ha—“ you begin to retort, but he cuts you off. “And I mean real food.” You start again but just give up and shrug. “And you.” He steps close to you and frames your face with his hands. You lean into his touch as he caresses your face. “Baby, you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” You blush and look down immediately.

It used to be worse, before you got together. When you were confused about his even noticing you, and instead he’d flirted with you. Even now that he was your boyfriend, it took very little from him to fluster you.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He always does.

“Don’t you? My gorgeous,” he kisses one warm cheek, “gorgeous,” he kisses the other, “girl,” he gives your nose a concluding peck.

You nod shyly. “C’mon, cariño. Tell me,” he encourages, his tone still teasing but ever adoring. “I want to hear it." “I know you think I’m pretty,” you whisper. “Pretty? No, amor mío, I think flowers and bright colors are pretty; the ocean or a view of the mountains, too. But you, you are beauty personified.” “Miguel, stop,” you whisper through the smile you can’t help, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs lightly. His hand comes to your hair and scratches lovingly.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He gives your forehead a kiss. “Before I told you you look terrible, baby.” He starts laughing loudly and holds you closer into his hug when you smack his chest and try to pull away.

“That’s so mean!” gets muffled into his sweatshirt. “It’s not mean; it’s true. You’re still beautiful, but you need a break.” “I can’t, Miguel. I’m drowning in work still, and you know being sick last week really got me behind, and it feels like no matter how long I sit there, I’m no closer to finishing anything, and you’re right my apartment is falling apart, but every time I do something else I feel guilty for stalling on work, and, and —“

Before you can find another overwhelming thing to list, Miguel is hushing you and stroking your back in his warm embrace.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He sways you lightly then pulls back a bit to look into your eyes. His hands are caressing your face again, and his fingers brush lightly under your eyes, where you know there are dark circles, as he whispers, “You haven’t slept.” He sound sad rather than accusatory.

“Okay,” he starts softly. “Look, I know how much you have on your plate, and I’m not telling you you’re wrong to be stressed. I get it. But you can’t get it done like this, running on fumes and caffeine. How about this? I’m going to help you relax tonight, you’re going to forget about everything you have to do, you’re going to sleep well, and then tomorrow morning you’ll get back to it all.” “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. And I’ll rest after finals.” Just then a car horn blares near your window, making you jump cartoonishly. “Yeah, you seem totally fine,” Miguel deadpans teasingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, Y/N… And accepting a little a help, okay?”

You nod lightly. “Great,” he gives you a quick peck and moves toward your kitchen, hunting around your barren fridge and cabinets. “Here’s the game plan then. You are going to put on your favorite playlist then go take a warm shower for as long as you like. Your kitchen is as empty as your stomach, so I am going to run down the street to pick up some empanadas then I’ll work on cleaning up this war zone a little bit when I get back.”

“You don’t have to clean.” “Stop fighting me,” he tsks. “Besides you know I don’t mind cleaning. I’m glad I’m not hearing complaints about the food at least,” he laughs. “I love empanadas,” you whisper defeatedly. He cackles. “Who doesn’t?” He kisses you as he moves past you toward the door. “Be back soon. No working! I expect you in the shower when I get back.” You quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. You were still too shy to say anything teasing, but he’d been working you out of your shell during your time together. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t really like that aspect of being with Miguel.

His eyebrows mimic yours, and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t give me that look, mami, or you’re not getting me out the door, and you’ll miss out on the empanadas.”

You pull the neck of your shirt up to cover your face, making him laugh. You hear him bound back over to you from the door. He pulls your shirt back down, gives you a short but intense kiss, then heads out.

Miguel is back before you know it. You are in fact in the shower when you hear him return. You’re already rinsing, but you linger a little longer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water easing the stresses off your tense body.

When you leave your room to join him again, you’re immediately hit with the delicious smell of food. You see it resting on the counter and find Miguel washing your dishes.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso, resting your head on his back. “Hola, cariño,” he coos. “I’m almost done.” You nod into him, humming.

When he finishes up, he turns in your arms, bringing his own large ones around you. He leans down and kisses you softly. “Hungry?”

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles.

You opt to eat on the sofa, getting comfy. Miguel does most of the talking. Between how tired and how hungry you are, you don’t have the energy or available mouth to talk much. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to regale you with his silly stories.

When you finish, Miguel cleans up, holding you down and giving you a faux menacing look when you try to get up to help.

When he comes back, he settles much closer to you than he had been before. You relish his warmth, physical and emotional, and lean into him.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

“Hm?” “Like this.” He adjusts your body so you’re facing away from him and starts massaging your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were until the amazing feeling of its being relieved somewhat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NSFW beyond this point ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Miguel,” you exhale approvingly, earning a chuckle.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck deliciously, “Reminds me of other times you end up whining my name.”

It’s shocking how quickly he works you up. You turn to look at him, and when you do, his expression shifts from teasing to intrigued.

“Oh?” he asks. He smirks. “I know that look.” He leans in and kisses your neck sloppily, and you whimper. You’re embarrassed at the sound, but he seems to like it. You feel him smile against the skin under your jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but I need to know what that is to give it to you.” His voice is much lower but just as mischievous.

“Miguel,” you complain. “Dime, mi amor.”

“I —“ Any other words get caught in your throat. Your throat he’s busy sucking on.

“Please, baby. C’mon, I know you can. Tell me what you want.” He runs his teeth along your neck like he knows you like. You often joke he feels like he has fangs when he does. “I want you,” you tell him.

“Yeah?” “Mhm…”

“I’m yours, mami. How do you want me?”

“I want you to make me feel good.” “Oh, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” He punctuates his words with kisses, working his way up your neck, your jaw, your mouth. “Tell me how,” he whispers, and you feel his lips grazing yours with each word.

You want to relax, and you know exactly what relaxes you the most. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyebrows jump in surprise. Such directness was unlike you. Your exhaustion was probably weakening your filter, and the way he was already making you feel certainly wasn’t helping it. You almost get shy about it, but when you see just how dark his eyes have gotten, see his Adam’s apple bob and his bottom lip come between his teeth, you keep yourself from shrinking away. He nods slowly, staring deeply into your eyes, then kisses you hard. “Get naked,” he says gruffly.

Already starting to do as he says, you weakly whisper, “You too?” He chuckles lightly but obliges quickly.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing him like this. He’s so beautiful. His broad chest and toned abs; his caramel skin and dark hair.

You look back at his face and find he’s noticed you staring at his body. He’s so confident, you think he’s going to tease you about it. Instead, with an adoring smile, he tells you, “That’s how I feel when I see you, too.” You lean up and kiss him, pouring all the emotions you can’t articulate in words into it.

Without disconnecting your lips, his body guides yours back down until you’re completely prone. He keeps kissing you until you’re breathless, lovingly attends to your neck and down your chest. He lingers there, his tongue making you arch your back, pushing your body up into the sensations he’s delivering. He sucks harder at your visceral reaction then hotly finishes his path down, his face now aligned between your thighs.

He looks at you intently and whispers, “Que maravilla.”

He looks up at you, eyes black storms you lose yourself in as his mouth connects with your body.

From your delightful vantage point, you watch his muscular shoulders contort as he moves to pleasure you. He looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying it, and seeing him so into it gives you confidence. You start subtly moving your hips in rhythm with his motions. His hands tighten where they hold your thighs, and, mortified, you interpret this as his telling you to stay still, so you do.

Then Miguel shakes his head hard — the vibrations of which shoot shocking pleasure into you — and he pants, “Keep doing that. Show me how you want it.” His strong grip pushes and pulls you in a movement close to what you were just doing. You take over and move faster. He’s nodding now, and the shake of it has your thighs shaking on either side of his head.

You’re making loud whimpering sounds when you yell, “Mi — ahh — Migueeell.” He doubles his efforts, picking up his pace and pressing hard against you. You come on his face, and he looks feral as he eats you through it. When you’re done, he licks up your entire slit before shuffling his body back over yours. You’re chest to chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your head. “Good?”

Your cheeks warm, and you nod shyly. He giggles and gives you a peck. “You’re adorable, mi amor.”

Your legs feel delightfully like jelly as you move them, wrapping them around his waist. He hums approvingly and gives one thigh a tight squeeze, pulling it impossibly closer to his body. He begins stroking it as he kisses you lazily. Your hands entwine in his thick hair, stroke his strong back, hold him close.

When he shifts his weight slightly on top of you, you notice his hardness against your body.

“You want me to…” you whisper, thrusting your hips up into his in place of words.

“Uh-uh, maybe in a little bit, baby, but for right now, I just want you to relax.”

He continues kisses you languidly, enveloping you in his body heat, and as you close your eyes and melt into the sensations, you’re sure you’re going to have no trouble sleeping soundly tonight.

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tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol · 8 months

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How would the bots and cons handwriting be like? (Sorry for my bad English lol)

Ahhh! I love this idea! Had WAY too much fun with this.

Bots and Cons Handwriting

Optimus:

-Can write insanely neatly, and in literally ANY font

-Everything he writes looks like it came straight from Google Docs

-He can perfectly recreate Comic Sans, much to the children's amusement

-Handwriting KING

-He's too powerful

Arcee:

-Her handwriting is gorgeous

-She writes very neatly, definitely in cursive

-Everything she writes looks like a diary from the Victorian era

-Majestic✨✨✨✨

Ratchet:

-Cursive, but MESSY cursive

-Like, REALLY messy cursive. What is he even writing? Who knows? It's a mystery.

-You know, cuz, like, that's how a pharmacist's prescriptions look, and he's a medic. Lol

-Ratchet has messy pharmacist handwriting

Bumblebee:

-His handwriting is so cute😭

-Basically Comic Sans

-Not PERFECT Comic Sans like Optimus, but just bubbly and adorable

-Having legible handwriting is something he practices a lot, since his voice box is broken. Writing is a nice way to express himself if need be.

-He has kindergarten teacher handwriting

-My dyslexia would be so happy

Smokescreen:

-Neat enough handwriting, but HE WRITES SO BIG

-All caps, all the time

-He goes through too many notebooks, because he saves NO space

-Poor guy. He just has a big personality

Bulkhead:

-Unreadable

-His hands are just way too big

-Very messy. Only Wheeljack can read it because he and Bulkhead share the same braincells

-Bulkhead and Ratchet get in arguments, because Ratchet's reads Bulk's handwriting, and is like: "Bulkhead, your attempts at penmanship are downright INCOMPREHENSIBLE."

And Bulkhead's like: "You say that like any of us can read yours!"

And Arcee's like: "I second that."

And Bumblebee buzzes in agreement.

Ratchet just rolls his eyes, like "ugh." Because he can't argue. HIS handwriting is gibberish, too.

Ultra Magnus:

-Opposite of Smokescreen...Ultra Magnus's handwriting is TINY!

-Seriously, where is it? You need a microscope.

-Only the humans can read it, because it's so small. And even THEY have to squint

-It's also PERFECT. His handwriting is very neat

and blocky, like a typewriter

-If only we could actually see it

Wheeljack:

-He's like, a graphic design CHAMPION

-He learned handwriting from Miko, so he loves big bubble letters. He decorates them with cool patterns, like flames, and lightning bolts

-Very stylish

Megatron:

-What I can only describe as "spooky cursive"

-Very formal, and kinda gothic

-He'd use some kind of calligraphy pen with very dark, splattery ink, or, like, whatever the Cybertronian version of a quill is.

-He's an elegant guy...well, sort of, except most of what he writes consists of:

"My dearest Starscream,

It is with great regret (note my sarcasm, Starscream.) It is with great PLEASURE that I must inform you...

I have caught you invading my stash of dark energon, once again.

I will be grinding you into scrap metal momentarily.

Yours truly,

Lord Megatron."

Starscream:

-Starscream has the ABILITY to write neatly, and in cursive

-But he writes very scribbly, because he's angry

-If "ranting" was a font, it's the font he writes in

-Also, he probably keeps a rage journal, where he trash talks everyone he knows

-Somebody help him🥲

Soundwave:

-Handwriting? What's that?

-He probably uses his internal computer to make documents, and prints them

-And when he prints things, they probably slide out of his neck. Terrifying. So he prints things to freak Starscream out

-It's beautiful

-If Soundwave was FORCED to handwrite, he'd do it in computer code, or morse code, or something weird like that. Everyone would be baffled trying to understand it.

Airachnid:

-Very splattery

-But that's what happens when you use energon and human blood as ink.

Shockwave:

-Writes in calculator font

-Like, the font a calculator has

-He says it's "the most logical font"

-Starscream constantly judges him for it

Breakdown:

-Definitely not neat, but not Bulkhead levels of messy, either

-He doesn't have the best handwriting, but he can make some pretty good doodles

-If, for some reason, Megatron assigned Breakdown and Knockout a task involving handwriting, Breakdown and Knockout would both doodle instead of being productive

Knockout:

-Ooo! So majestic!

-It's very bold

-His handwriting is suave and announcer-y, just like him

-It'd also be curved slightly to the right, like italics

-Almost like something you'd see in a commercial, or a movie trailer, or a billboard

-Like a NASCAR advertisement (y'know, because race car)

#It would honestly be so funny to watch Cybertronians trying to use a tiny human-sized pencil #having existential crisis over whether Soundwave can be a printer #tfp #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #tfp arcee #tfp optimus prime #tfp bumblebee #tfp ratchet #tfp bulkhead #tfp smokescreen #tfp knockout #tfp starscream #tfp megatron #tfp airachnid #tfp ultra magnus #tfp breakdown #tfp wheeljack #tfp soundwave

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distorted59 · 8 months

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A Week In San Francisco

summary: Where she’s Kirk's younger sister and her parents are on vacation. So, she’s forced to live with her brother and his bandmates for a week.

pairing: Kill 'Em All!James x fem!reader

warnings: none, just kissing, y/n is around 19

word count: 1699

A/N: Actually one of my first requests! hope you enjoy! sorry if there are some mistakes! xo (this was beta read like once or twice idk)

part2

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Y/n sighs and drops her baggage to the floor and knocks on the door. She is sweating, but not just because of the heat. Nervousness kicking in as she knocks on the door again.

“Open up, asshole.” She murmurs.

It’s a warm summer night, August of 1983. Nice time for a holiday, right? Well, that’s exactly what her parents thought. Leaving her to live with her brother Kirk and his bandmates for a week. Their first album “Kill ‘Em All” had just come out and they already felt on top of the world.

She’d met them a couple times and even saw one of their shows. They’re fun guys to hang out with, for like a day… And she has to live with them for a week no less. Knowing how messy they can be, she's a bit on edge, certainly not 'cause she thinks they're cute…

“Hey, baby sis!” Kirk opens the door with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey.” She gives him a slight smirk. “Please let me in, I’m dying in this heat.”

"Yeah! Of course!” He lets out a short laugh and grabs her bags, letting her in. With a big, welcoming hug, he squeezes the air out of her lungs, as if the girl wasn't feeling hot enough. “So, how was the trip?” He puts the bags down and guides her to the kitchen.

“It was alright.” She shrugs. “The AC on the bus was terrible, but it was better than nothing.”

Kirk rummages around in the fridge and holds up an ice cold beer bottle. His eyes travel from his sister to the space behind her.

“You want a beer? Oh, hey James!” He grins.

Y/n turns around and smiles at the blonde boy, “Hey James, nice to see you again.”

James doesn’t know where to look and smiles back, blushing tremendously. “Hey! Uh, hey.” He clears his throat. “Good to see you again too, y/n. How uhh-“ he walks to the fridge and grabs a beer himself. “How have you been?” He almost gulps half the bottle down.

“Fine, you?”

“Go-“ James starts.

“Oh! He's great now since you’re here!” Kirk interrupts James. “He hasn’t shut up about you since we last saw you.”

“Dude!” James exclaims.

Y/n opens the beer and takes a sip, eying James down. He does the same and the silence almost turns awkward.

“Ahhh, there she is!” A loud voice beams out. “The cuter-looking Hammett!”

“Lars…” She smiles and puts her beer on the counter before being engulfed with a tight hug from the drummer.

“It’s so nice to finally have you here!” Lars boasts excitedly. “Come on, I’ll show you your room!”

“I can take her!” Kirk frowns and grabs her bags. “I got her bags, see? Besides, she’s my sister. I should give her the tour!” He pouts.

James snatches one of her bags out of Kirk’s hand. “Shut up, Hammett.” He walks down the hall, smirking at Kirk.

Y/n looks at her brother with a questioning look and Kirk just returns a defeated one. “Just…” he sighs. “Follow them.”

“It’s okay.” She giggles. “You’re still my favorite member, big brother.” She kisses his cheek and Kirk groans, over-exaggerating being grossed out.

“Eww! y/n!” He whines.

“Don’t be such a baby!” y/n taunts.

“You two coming?” Lars yells from around the corner of one of the rooms.

“Yeah!” They both answer in unison.

“Me and Lars share rooms and James shares with Cliff.” Kirk explains while they’re walking down the hall.

“Where’s Cliff anyway?” She asks.

They stop at a room where both Lars and James are waiting for them. She peaks her head inside the room and sees Cliff sitting on a mattress on the floor, plucking at his bass and a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

“Sup, y/n!” Cliff smiles. “Sorry for sitting on your bed here.” He crawls up and flashes her a boyish grin.

Cliff walks up to her and gives her a tight hug, she holds onto him tightly. He smells like smoke and beer, but so does the entire house. She’s not complaining, though.

“My bed? But this is your rehearsal room, right?” She looks around at the guys.

The room is covered in posters and pictures from magazines. From Motörhead, Black Sabbath and Misfits to Led Zeppelin, Diamond Head and Iron Maiden. Lars’s drum-set is in the corner and around the room are some amp’s.

Kirk and James’s guitars against the wall, some torn notes on the floor. Probably forgotten lyrics. She notices a notebook laying on one of the amps, but her attention is also taken away from it as the floor is littered with empty beer cans.

“Yeah, the only spare room we had.” Lars explains.

“We all agreed on giving you some privacy.” James smiles politely as a slight blush creeps on his face again.

“Sorry for not tidying up.” Cliff grabs some cans. “We try to stay civil here.”

“Says you!” James laughs.

“Yeah? Whadda ya gonna do?” Cliff taunts and throws an empty beer can towards James’s head.

James dodges it and laughs while flipping him off. Cliff wiggles his brows and flips him off as well. Y/n chuckles and grins at the scene in front of them. Yeah, she’ll survive them.

“Look, I know it’s not like home…” Kirk walks towards her. “But, this is all we had and we all sleep on mattresses too!”

“It’s fine, man!” She reassures them. “It’s generous enough for you guys to give me my own room!”

“Okay, good!” Kirk smiles and she sees all the boys sighing with relief, almost like a weight fell off their shoulders.

“What? You’d thought I’d get mad?” She smirks.

“Maybe, we could’ve handled you though.” James teases and gives her a playful nudge.

After spending some time around her, James is looking at her with an excited twinkle in his eyes, and his confidence is rising again. He hasn't stopped thinking about her since he last saw her and made a promise not to get nervous or shy. It's time to work on that part because he's already failed it.

“I bet you would.” She tilts her head and shoves him back, laughing while doing it.

“Listen, guys. I’m sorry if you still wanted to jam tonight.” She puts her bags next to the mattress. “But, I would really love to get some sleep. I’m beat.”

“Oh, that’s fine, y/n!” Kirk smiles. “We’ll be out of your hair, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, boys! Thanks again!”

While y/n gets ready for bed and is in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. James is pacing around in his room. He forgot his notepad in the rehearsal room, now temporarily y/n’s room.

“I can’t just walk in now.” He murmurs to himself. “She’ll think I’m a creep, prancing around her stuff or something like that.”

He grunts and starts pulling his hair slightly. “Fuck it.” He decides. “I’ll just wait and knock.”

James walks out of his room as he goes over what to say to her. He’s too deep in his own thoughts and looking at the floor when he bumps into someone.

“Oh, shit!” The voice says.

“Fuck! Sorry, y/n!” James apologizes.

They look into each other’s eyes until both of them start laughing awkwardly. James scratches the back of his neck and clears his throat.

“Uhm, my notepad is still in your room.” He explains. “I didn’t want to just walk in without you knowing.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” She assures. “Go ahead and grab it.”

“Great, thanks.” James nods and smiles back.

Both of them walk into her room and James starts looking for his notebook. “You see, I left it somewhere here.” He motions around with his hands.

“Was it the one with a blue cover?” She asks.

“Yeah? Did you see it?” His face whitens. “Did you read it?”

“I didn’t, don’t worry.” y/n grins. “I saw it when I walked in, it’s on the amp near the drums.”

James looks over at the amp and lets out a relieved sigh. “Awesome, thank you!” He smiles, shoving the notepad in his pocket.

He walks back to the door ready to walk out, but he turns to her before leaving. “We’re uh, going to the… the beach tomorrow.” He says. “Hope you brought a bikini.” He mentally face palms himself and his face reddens.

“Or… or a bathing suit! Just… as we're going to the beach. Just… forget I said that.”

She giggles and walks towards him, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Biting her bottom slightly and it doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

“Don’t worry, I brought it.” She assures.

“Good…. Good.” He mumbles as his eyes travel down her neck and to the hem of her shirt. “Nice shirt.” He compliments when his eyes linger over the print “Motörhead”.

“Thanks.” She smirks. “Goodnight, James.”

Y/n turns around, but before she can walk away, James grabs her wrist.

“Wait!”

“Yes?” She turns around, the slightest amount of hope in her eyes. Wondering what he still wants from her.

“Goodnight…” he looks down at her lips before looking back up into her eyes. Y/n does the same, biting her own bottom lip again.

“You wanna kiss me, don’t you?” He smirks.

“Maybe, do you want to kiss me too?” She smiles playfully.

“More than anything right now.” He whispers and leans in, kissing her. Carefully at first, but it turns into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands loosely on her hips as he pulls her body closer to his.

“Fuck…” he murmurs in between kisses. “Want you…”

She breaks the kiss and gives him one final peck before shoving him out of her room softly. He looks at her in defeat, his lips are pink and swollen and his blonde hair messy and in front of his needy eyes.

“We got the whole week, baby.” She winks at him and closes the door.

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her-power · 1 month

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Fixation on the Darkness (Part Three: Dark Romance! e.m. x fem! reader)

‼️🚨18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚨‼️

Trigger/Content Warning: Dark! Somewhat Souless! Eddie! Strong sexual content, blood play, unprotected p+v, choking, hair pulling, rough intercourse, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (f receiving *for now*), fight or flight responses, grief, thoughts of unaliving self & others, manipulation, violence, smut, some fluff, angst.

Summary: Full summary on part one.

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Shoutout to my girl who helped me work the edits in this one! @fearless-wretch-insanity

He was already there when you got home. He had brought you flowers; dead ones, but it was a nice thought. Seemed pretty metaphorical as well, he found the joke funnier than you did. You weren’t in the mood for him; the murders had been on your mind the rest of the night. He notices your disdain when you fix yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it only made him happier. He enjoyed watching you flinch away from him, it felt like a game to him.

“Aww, did someone have a tough day?” He mockingly frowns at you from where he leaned against the door in the kitchen. You grip the knife in your hand after you cut the sandwich, and on impulse you whip the knife towards him. He catches it with one hand, smiling large. His eyes glimmer as he walks towards you and you attempt to avoid his gaze, realizing your mistake, forgetting that this man wasn’t anything close to the Eddie you once knew. Not that the Eddie you knew would make you want to throw a knife at his skull, but you’ve surprised yourself a lot these last few days.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He says, his voice low, but he was still smiling. You had nowhere to run, nowhere to safely get away from him, but you weren’t afraid. You held your own.

“I’m sorry I missed.” You say, keeping your face still, meeting his eyes. He grins larger, his form closing the gap between you as he held the knife in his hand. You don’t take your eyes away from his; you knew that’s what he wanted you to do, to wonder what he was gonna do with the knife. He brings the blade up beside your cheek, your breath hitches but you don’t look away from him.

“This wouldn’t have killed me, you know.” He grins, biting his lower lip. “I’m already dead.” His cheek grazes your ear lobe as he leans behind you, dropping the knife in the sink, taking the sandwich from your plate and taking a bite. “Why the sudden urge to maim me, my love?”

He scrunches his face mid bite, spits the sandwich from his mouth onto the floor. Your face morphs in disgust because even though that was gross, he was still cute when he did it. “Your bread is moldy.” He tosses the sandwich in the trash and wipes his face.

“So what exactly do you do at night when you leave here? Murder people?” You just asked him straight out, you were too tired, now too hungry to bite back the lingering questions.

His eyes flash with delight. “Murder people? I’m offended you would think I would waste my time killing innocents…the ones who don’t deserve breath in their lungs are ones I take my time with.”

“So it is you!” You yell at him, your anger seething. “They found two bodies by Lover’s lake!”

“Ahhh yes. Heard about that.” He smiles. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart, that’s not me. Been doing this life for awhile now, I’m not that messy.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, your head pounding, your eyes were filling with tears. “What…even…are you? What are you? You’re clearly not human. You died…somewhere. And now you’re here. You’re you, but you’re not. You’re this thing. I look at you and I see the face of the man I fell in love with, the man that made me promises that he couldn’t fucking keep. And I should be grateful right? Grateful that I have a part of you back? But I’m not! Because you’re not even close to being him! Yet here I am, drawn to this presence of yours. And I don’t even know why! You claim that I’m yours, but fuck that. The only person I belong to is dead. I guess you’re just the next best thing.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “Are you done?”

Your face falls, and rage courses through your veins. “Fuuuuuck YOU, you fucking monster!” You yell, pushing past him but he’s quick, and he pulls you back against his chest. His hand pulls roughly at the back of your hair, and you groan. His cold hands grip your arms tightly and you struggle in his grasp. His cold breath hits your neck, and you shudder.

“Your sob story pains me, it really does. I’m surprised Eddie himself didn’t throw himself in front of a train with how much you complain.”

You try to break free, but his hold tightens painfully. “Fuck. You.”

His nose runs along your cheek. “Mmm. Not yet. If I haven’t made myself clear, you are mine. You’re not his. He doesn’t exist anymore; you’re stuck with me. I may have just walked back into your life a few days ago, but I’ve been watching you for over a year. And you can’t stand here and claim you don’t love it because your body tells me otherwise.”

“I can still say no.” You say through your teeth.

“Of course you can. I’m not that much of a monster where I’m deaf to the word no.” He giggles. “I guess that little bit of Eddie is still there. Monsters like that still exist sweetheart, I’m just doing my part to eradicate them.”

“How noble of you.”

He chuckles in your ear. “You know how to test me, sweetheart. It would take me two seconds to snap your neck and bleed you dry. But there’s something about you that stops me from doing so. You’re intoxicating. Even your essence radiates something so…appealing to me. That’s why I can’t stay away. I have this unfortunate need to protect you.”

“My hero.” You sneer looking at him and he loosens his hold on your hair but keeps his grip on your arms.

“You should be more careful of me, sweetheart.” He says, his teeth grazing your ear lobe and you shudder out a gasp. He grins, his hand slides to your belly, his cold hands gently rubbing your skin under your shirt. “Try to be a good girl and don’t throw sharp pointy things at my face, wouldn’t want to ruin your seat.” You scoff, pulling out of his grasp and he lets you go, laughing. You lean on the back of the couch for support, glaring up at him. “What are you?”

He shrugs, smiling. “Been trying to figure that out for the last year since I’ve crawled back out of that place.”

“What place?”

He pauses, tilting his head and grins. “Heaven.”

Your eyes narrow and you shake your head. He’d continue to be cryptic, keep secrets, keep you guessing, make you wonder. You don’t press further; you needed to numb yourself. Or wake up from this nightmare. Both sounded appealing. You ignore him as you walk back into the kitchen to rifle through your liquor cabinet. You find an unopened bottle of bourbon and pull a glass down. You could feel his eyes on you as you unscrew the top of the bottle, pouring the brown liquid it into the glass. You knock it back in one swig, wincing as the liquid burns down your throat.

You stare out your kitchen window into the darkness, the moon was full and hung low.

“What do you eat?” You ask him, pouring another glass.

“Food, like you, I just don’t like my meat cooked.” You can hear the smile in his tone and you take another sip. “Blood, but that’s a special treat. I don’t need it to survive.”

You chuckle. “So, not a vampire.”

“No.” He smiles, you can feel him behind you. “Does that disappoint you?”

“No.” You turn towards him now, holding the glass against your chest. “Why did you come find me after a year?”

He smiles at you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder. “I wanted to know what your grief tasted like.”

You swallow hard, your heart does a back flip. For some reason you don’t believe that’s all.

“Do you love me?”

He stretches his arms, grinning, taking the glass of bourbon out of your hands and taking a sip. “Define love.”

You take the bottle from the counter, putting the top to your lips. You could feel the alcohol buzz in your veins. Your empty stomach didn’t help, but it made you looser, made you care less. “What we were.”

He blinks, you see a familiarity cross his eyes for a moment, but it goes away, his gaze cold. “I don’t remember.” You set the bottle down on the counter, you reach up to touch his face. He doesn’t move away from you, just watches as you run your hands over his cheeks, his jaw, his soft lips. His face was cold. You move your hands down to the center of his chest and open your palm.

No heartbeat.

Why would there be?

You stare at the top of your hand, trying to will the feel of his heartbeat. When there was nothing, you pull your hands away, but he takes them back. He pulls them up to his face and you curl your fingers through the curls in his hair. His eyes linger on your lips.“Put your mouth on mine.” He says softly, and you throw yourself at him. He stumbles backwards, trying to find his footing as he hoists you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. You moan as your tongue goes into his mouth and his hands grip your face, his mouth moving to your lips, your chin, your neck.

He crashes your bodies against the wall in the hallway on the stairs, the picture frames shake and his lips meet your mouth again. You groan at the impact, but the alcohol was making you brave. You also wanted to feel something else, you wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by him. Eddie was passionate and sexy in all the right ways when he was alive, but you knew this would be different. He sits on the steps, pulling you to his lap and you peel off your shirt. His eyes blackened as he stares at your naked chest and he takes both of your breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipple as your head falls back in pleasure.

“Bite me again.” You breath out, his cold hand cups the back of your neck as he stares up at you in wonder. “I want to know what I taste like.”

That was true.

A growl rumbles in his chest, and he spins you around so your back is against the steps. He rips your pants off of you, the fabric falling to the floor and he pushes your legs apart. You lean on your elbows, sighing loudly as his mouth kisses your inner thighs, your navel, and he pulls your underwear down with his teeth. You lay naked as he sits back on his heels, admiring you. You watch his entire face change, his eyes darkening to a red, the webs under his eyes, and his teeth grow.

“Where?” His voice was deep, a wetness forms in between your legs. You run your palm over your inner thigh.

“Here, and…” your hand goes up to touch your neck. “Here.”

He grins widely, leaning his face towards your waist. “Do you want it to hurt?”

You swallow hard, and nod once. “Yeah.”

He grins again, moaning to himself. “Woman after my dead heart.” Another growl is heard, and he lets out a loud groan. You feel the sharpness of his teeth bite into your skin and you gasp loudly. It hurt so fucking bad, but as soon as you felt his tongue lap around the bite your entire body buzzes with adrenaline and pleasure, you grip at his curly hair. He lifts his head up gasping after a few moments, moaning and smiling.

“Unnnnghhh. I can taste the alcohol in your blood.” His fingers move around the blood pooling from the bite, your chest heaves as he glides his fingers up your navel, over your breasts. You see the bright red smear of your blood as he brings his finger up to your lips. His finger toys at your lips, and you open your mouth. He moans softly as he pushes his fingers further into your mouth and you suck your blood from the tips. It tasted like metal, it was warm, sweet, you thought you maybe could taste the alcohol too. His other hand moves down between your legs, palming your clit gently. The sensation was unreal, you couldn’t stop the noises that were coming from you as his fingers glide against your tongue. Pulling his hand away, you meet his mouth, kissing him hungrily. Your hand travels down to his stomach and over his pants, you feel his hardness through his pants and you grip him in your hand. He groans against your mouth.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say breathlessly. He grins at you, his teeth stained in your blood, you could barely feel the pain from there, you could only feel the warmth of the liquid as it dripped down your leg.

“Will you admit that you’re mine?” He whispers, the tip of his tongue licks your lips from the top to the bottom. You pull his head back by his hair tightly, and he chuckles, straining in your grasp but he smiles. His throat rumbles, you could tell he was enjoying this side of you. He still flashed his fangs; your blood was dripping from his chin as he grinned.

“Only if you admit that you’re mine.”

He chuckles again. “Now and forever, baby.”

You kiss him again, and the next moment you feel like you’re floating. When you open your eyes, you’re in your bedroom. He lays you down and stands over you. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, and your eyes scan his beautiful form. He pulls off his pants in one motion and he just stares at you. He was so beautiful. Even in this light. Even with how menacing he looked. His wounds were almost fully healed, only scarring remained. His muscles clench as he looks at you, ready to eat. You bend your knees, opening your legs for him. You run your hand over the blood from your thigh, running your hands along your skin, trailing the blood in a stripe over parts of your body. His eyes dart around your skin and watches as you move your blood-soaked hand towards your clit. He moans, diving into your pussy and sucking on your clit. You moan loudly, pulling at his hair, and you feel his tongue lap the blood from your thigh, licking and sucking your skin all the way your breasts, sucking on your hardened nipples. He hovers above you, his discolored eyes gazing down at you, and you run your thumb along his lip. The blood still wet.

You were holding your breath before he slid himself into you, and when you felt the length of him stretch you out painfully, your nails dig at his back, and you exhale loudly. He lets out a moan, his face resting near your neck as he thrusts into you deeper. You cry out, tears spring to your eyes at the pressure, and the sensation causes your toes to curl. He leans up on his arms, smiling at you. He slides out of you slowly, and then slams himself into you. Your back arches and a broken moan escapes you. He does it again, and again, and again. His hand grips your thigh where your blood still drips onto the sheets, and he goes faster.

“Unghhhhh, oh…my…god…fuck…fuck.” You moan loudly and he lets out a satisfied grunt as he rocks his hips. The headboard violently hits the wall, and you swear you heard it crack. He meets your lips, roughly putting both your hands together and pinning them above your head. His lips go to your throat, and he meets your eyes. You angle your throat up towards his lips and he groans. A sound escapes him that reminded you of a wild animal, and you scream when you feel his teeth bite into your neck. He fucks you harder as his tongue laps the blood from your neck; you felt hot and cold all at once, your neck stung, but it was such a different sensation you couldn’t form into words how you were feeling. You grab his ass, forcing him deeper into you and he groans, his bloody mouth meeting yours. He still has your arms pinned. You felt dizzy, but he stopped drinking from you. He leans back to look at you, his eyes flash with delight with the sight of you. You couldn’t stop moaning, he felt so good inside you. You watch as he brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites. He holds your chin in his hand and moves his wrist over your mouth. His blood was surprisingly warm as it drips onto your lips, your chin, and he presses his skin to your lips, and you suck. He moans at the contact, and you grip his wrist, letting the sweet, warm liquid flow down your throat.

“You’ll feel better in a minute.” He says to you, and he was right. Something burned in your veins, and your orgasm hovered at the apex of your thighs and your tummy. He pulls his wrist away, grabbing your thighs and rocking you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of him was unbelievable, his face, chin, chest and stomach were covered in your blood, his blood. You felt sticky all over and felt so much more alive than you had in months.

“Come for me, baby.” He grunts through his teeth. “I know you’re close, come on baby…” he groans and you cry out as he slams into you. “Unnnngfgggh come on, just like that baby.”

Your nails dig at his back, you feel your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hits your depths and you’re screaming in pleasure. He continues to roughly fuck you; your moans were broken shrieks and gasps as he continued his rhythm. He shudders above you and a guttural growl escapes his lips as he’s coming inside you, his warm seed painting your insides. His head lays on your chest, his tongue swirls around the blood on your skin, gently sucking on your nipple. He grins against your skin, and you sigh loudly.

You wanted more.

Your entire bedroom looked like a crime was committed; there was blood on the walls, the sheets, the floor. You had ridden him on the floor, begging him to bite you more and feed you some of his blood after. Your entire body was sore, but you kept going. He took care of you, but he also violated you and you let him. The way his blood felt in your veins made you feel drunker, but it also made you feel like you could take on anything.

When you could no longer feel your legs, he had carried you to the bathtub. He had already filled it with warm water, and you had relaxed as soon as it hit your skin. He had sat behind you in the tub, gently using a washcloth to the wipe the blood from you. It was such an intimate moment between the two of you, so calm and gentle. It felt like before, like you and your Eddie. You sat there silently, watching the water turn a shade of pink and wishing with all your heart that it could stay like this forever. This was the only moment you felt where you were sitting with Eddie, these gentle moments like this. Your neck stung but you didn’t feel any marks, you wondered if his blood had something to do with that. You were so tired; your head has lulled onto his shoulder, and you could hear him sigh in annoyance. Then, he lifts you out of the tub and carries you back into your bedroom. You’re surprised to see that your room looks like it did this morning, no trace of your earlier activities remain. He lays you down, throwing the covers up to your chin. Your eyes are half lidded as you watch him get dressed.

Before you realize what you’re doing you hear yourself ask, “Do you know if he thought of me? Before he died?”

He pauses, looks over at you with his brow raised and replies, “I don’t know.”

“Do you really not know, or you just don’t want to tell me?” The pillow smells clean.

“I don’t know.” He growls. “Go to sleep.”

“Will you lay down with me?”

He lets out an annoyed sigh. “Will you stop bringing him up?”

You nod against the pillow, your eyes feeling heavy. You feel the bed shift with his weight, and you curl yourself into him. He stiffens at the contact but then you feel his cold hand slink over your waist. You had fallen asleep quickly and dreamt of better things.

Dreamt of Eddie.

Trying to find you.

Eddie had waited until you had fallen asleep to leave the house. He was surprisingly sore himself; he didn’t know what had gotten into you. But he couldn’t complain, he would fuck you over and over if you asked. He could savor every moment with your blood if you asked, too. It bothered him more than he liked to admit everytime you brought up the “old” Eddie. Something inside him stirred every-time, like he was remembering a distant memory of what you two once were. That Eddie was somewhere deep inside him, somewhere locked up never to return again. You were worried he was committing murder.

Well, he was. Just to the people who didn’t deserve to be living. The actual murderers, rapists, abusers, child molesters. Eddie enjoyed taking his time with them. He enjoyed watching the fear in their eyes and their light dim out when they took their final breaths. He had hidden in the shadows when he got to the road leading to Lover’s Lake. The snow made everything still, and he had to be careful. He knew investigators would still be scoping the area, so it was a good thing he knew how to disguise himself into the darkness. He needed to see what he was dealing with, if he had to shelter you from a possible serial killer, or it was something that came out of the same place he did. He smelt the blood before he even got to the area, there was a lot of it. He scales up the bark of a tree and balances himself on a branch. He spots three crime scene investigators, a local police officer, and someone from the FBI. Eddie immediately could tell this was the work of a human. The blood splatter started towards the tree line, looking like they were dragged a long a path. There were imprints in the dirt of different types of shoes.

“It’s so similar to last year…” one of the investigators say, his flashlight shining on the ground, the snow on the ground made everything brighter, and the blood more pigmented. “Not so much the eyes but the limbs…more blood loss.”

“Well, our main suspect was cleared because there was no evidence, and he’s dead.”

“They never found his body though.”

“He’s dead, Chris. That kid never stood a chance from where he was allegedly killed in the earthquake.”

“Do you think he did it? Even though he was cleared?”

“I didn’t think he had anything to do with it in the beginning. It’s always the boyfriend. He turns up missing, presumed dead, throws a big speech at the town meeting about demon worshipping and causing mass hysteria. Textbook murderer right there.”

“I guess we’ll never know.”

“Unfortunately, no.” The investigator sighs. “I think we did enough searching here for any other evidence. We have enough blood samples. The medical examiner is processing the blood from the leaves.”

“Those poor kids. They were so young. I don’t understand how they could be fully drained of blood and only this much of it was left at this scene.”

“That’s what we’re gonna find out.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s a lost cause again.”

Eddie listens as their voices fade off into the distance and waits until the area is dead silent. He jumps down from the branch, landing gracefully on his feet. He kicks the dirt around with his toe; it was still wet with blood. If the bodies were drained of blood there would be more of it, it unsettled him a little that there wasn’t. It was also pretty comical to him that his name was still brought up in regard to last years murders. He was surprised that one of the investigators didn’t believe it was him from the beginning. Would’ve been nice to have someone like that on his side.

Too late now.

He had a new life.

He glances over at the water, the stillness of it all. The way the moonlight hit the half-frozen lake reminded him of an optical illusion. It was a mirror image; eerie, beautiful. He recalls being so terrified on this lake when his friends dove into the water to save Steve Harrington. He recalls shame. Shame and guilt. He chuckles; those feelings were the tastiest. He turns from the lake; he wasn’t gonna find any answers here. He just had to be more vigilant, keep an eye on things if they seemed off. If the murderer was smart, he wouldn’t hit the same spot twice.

He walks back towards the road when a painful flash stings him behind his eyes. He groans, his body falling awkwardly against the tree.

“Come on!”

He’s smashing the bats with the trash can lid, his veins were seething with rage. He needed to come back to you.

He tries to walk a few more steps and collapses to his knees, he growls, the pain radiating behind his eyes into his ears.

“Eddie the banished…the freak. What do you want the most?”

The voice was deep in his ears, monstrous, guttural, sounding like it was in a lot of pain. He was already dead; he could feel it.

“I promised her…” He says weakly.

“Yes. You did. That promise is broken now. My world is open as both worlds collide. Exist as one. Eleven couldn’t stop me, she still can’t.”

“Please…bring me back.”

“Too weak…can only bring some of you…for a price.”

“Name it…”

“Your soul. I will control your soul.”

Eddie nails dig into the cold ground, the pain in his head getting worse. He could feel that part of him that was once Eddie trying to break free, but that was impossible, he has control, not the good natured, fucking metalhead freak you love so much.

“Don’t. Even. Try. It.” Eddie says through his teeth, and eventually the pain in his head subsides. He lets out a groan, getting to his feet on shaky legs. This was new, he thought. Seems like the monster didn’t take his entire soul, just pieces.

Well, this was going to be a problem.

You had woken up more refreshed than you had in weeks. There was something different about you when you looked in the mirror. Your skin was clearer, your eyes were brighter, your hair even seemed thicker. It was cold, but the sun was warm. The snow was melting, it dripped noisily on your roof. You wanted to go to the cemetery. Even though he was physically here, part of you still imagined the person who loved you could hear you. It brought you a sense of comfort, being able to sit and just be there with the essence of him. You threw on your long black peacoat and buttoned yourself up. A certain smell hits you and you almost topple over. You press your face in the collar of the jacket and inhale.

It smelt like him.

There was lingering cigarette smoke, a hint of old spice and mint. He loved this jacket on you, he would tell you and he would hug you close, nuzzling his face in the fabric.

You felt tears spring to your eyes and you inhale through your nose. You take your car keys from the hook and walk outside. You wait a few minutes for your car to warm up before you pull out of your driveway. You push a cassette tape into the slot, and James Hetfield’s booming voice comes through the speakers. You drum your fingers along the steering wheel as you drove along the road towards the cemetery. The iron gates approach your view and you make a slow turn into the path. There was more to see since the snow melted, and as soon as your eyes fix on the top of a young boy's head in front of Eddie’s grave, you almost jump out of the car without putting it in park.

“Hey!” You yell and his face snaps up to look at you. You watch as who you assume is his friend jump out from the bushes and run the opposite direction, dropping spray paint as he ran. The kid who saw you lost his footing and ended up tripping over his own two feet. You had grabbed him by his jacket, pinning him roughly against the tree. You could feel your eyes blazing as you stared at him.

“Looks like your friend left you here. What a shame. Could’ve got a two for one deal.”

The kid struggles in your grasp, he didn’t look older than seventeen. “He made me do it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Bull shit. No one makes you do anything, make your own choices.” You didn’t know what was coming over you, but the sudden urge to continually smash his head against the tree was so overwhelming it was starting to scare you. “You’re lucky I caught you before you painted over his name. Do you know how long it takes for his uncle to get the paint off? No? Well you probably don’t care, do you? You just want to look like a badass in front of your friends. Hey, I get it.” He tries to break free from your grasp, but you push him roughly back against the bark, this wasn’t you, but…you enjoyed this. “It’s nice to look cool when you’re this age. But you’re gonna listen to me. You’re gonna catch up with your friend and you’re gonna tell him that if I ever see you or anyone else in this cemetery, I’m gonna dig a fucking hole in the ground and I will bury you alive. Do you hear me? And if that doesn’t work, I will light it on fire. Your parents won’t be able to recognize you because you’ll be fucked up beyond belief. Do I make myself clear?”

He trembles in your grasp and nods his head. You grin at him, knowing the smile was sinister. “Good. Now run along, don’t want to keep your friend waiting. Pick up the cans of spray paint. Littering isn’t cool.”

You grin as he runs away from you, picking up the cans of spray paint as he run and almost stumbles on his two feet again. You get to your feet and when you turn you see Dustin standing by Eddie’s grave, looking at you with wide eyes. You sigh, feeling immediately guilty.

“Dustin…”

“Was that really necessary?” He says to you.

“They’ve been tagging his grave, of course it was.” You say walking towards him.

“There’s one thing to scare them but you threatened them. What are you doing?”

“Dustin I was joking.” You tell him, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“No you weren’t.” He shakes his head. “I get that you’re grieving and that you miss him but so do I. I’m not gonna take that out on a younger kid.”

“Aren’t you tired of this town still branding him a murderer? After everything?!” You yell at him.

“Of course I’m tired of it! But nothing will change. We just have to deal with it.” He sighs. “He wouldn’t want us to be fighting right now.”

“No. He wouldn’t.” You sigh, running your hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.”

He nods, giving you a sweet smile. “It’s okay…I’m just worried about you, dude. You’re alone in that house, you don’t come out anymore. Steve said he spooked you the other day.”

“Well he seemed spooked when he left.” You walk around to the front of Eddie’s grave, wiping the melted snow off the top.

“Yeah, the murders.”

“You better not be going out by yourself at night still.” You say sternly.

“I’m…not.” Dustin gives you a goofy grin.

You stare at him. “Dustin. I’m serious. If there’s a serial killer out there or even a wild animal, you need to be careful.”

“I am careful.” He tells you.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. And come to my house if you don’t feel safe. I don’t care what time it is.”

He sighs. “Okay, mom.”

“Dustin…” you put on your stern voice.

“Okay! Okay! I promise! Jeez.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him.

“You’re worse than my own mom.”

“Someone’s gotta look out for you. Eddie would come back to haunt me if I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You stood in your kitchen after nightfall and stirred the pot with homemade soup. You had the Ride the Lightening album playing low on the record player in the living room as you cooked. Once you had felt it was ready to be served you pour yourself a bowl, as you turn you gasp, Eddie was standing in the doorframe with a smug smile.

“Smells good.” He smirks. “Doesn’t smell like it’s been sitting out for a year.”

“Help yourself.” You give him a sarcastic smirk, walking to the living room couch.

“I already ate, thanks.”

You roll your eyes, setting your bowl on the coffee table waiting for it to cool. You turn the speaker up on the record player as Fade to Black began. You hear Eddie’s breath hitch, and you turn to him.

“What is that?” His eyes are wide, he looks pained.

“What is what?”

“That…that sound…what…” he takes a step back, his shoulder bumping into the doorframe as he shakes his head.

“Music?” You raise your eyebrows. “Metallica? Did you…”

“No!” He screams, causing you to jump out of your skin and he loses his balance, walking backwards back into the kitchen. “Turn it off! Turn it off…ungghhhhhhahhhh!”

Your eyes widen as you watch him hold his head, his face scrunched in pain. “Eddie? What’s wrong? What’s…”

You freeze mid step as he groans out in pain, he falls to his knees screaming. His fingers are pulling at his hair, and you get on his level, trying to pull his arms down. He pulls away from you, scrambling backwards until his back hits the lower cabinets.

“Fuuuuuuck! No! Stay away! You’re not supposed to be…aghhhhhhhh!” You watch in horror as he continues to scream, he’s smashing his back against the cabinets, almost cracking the wood and just as quickly as it started, he stops. He’s breathing heavily, his hair is covering his face, his hands are shaking.

You slowly crawl towards him. “Eddie?”

He lifts his gaze to yours. A soft whimper escapes you; your hand immediately flies to your mouth. His eyes.

They were no longer that odd color; no longer had hints of red and orange. They were brown.

Chocolate brown.

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, his eyes wide and fearful. You felt your throat close as you try to swallow; the two of you are just staring at each other. He says your name, his lip trembling.

You move closer to him, and he still watches you. “Eddie?” You reach your hand out to touch his face and he flinches; his hand automatically grips your wrist but not hard. He stares in your eyes; his other hand shakily goes to cup your cheek. His touch was still cold, but…his eyes.

Your fingers twirl in his hair, his eyes are filling with tears and he asks you. “Are you really here?”

Words are stuck in your throat, but you nod. A whimper escapes him and he’s pulling you towards him gently by the back of your neck, hugging you to his chest. “I tried to get out so long ago…but…I was stuck. Then I heard the music…oh god, I found you.

You pull back to look at his face. You touch his hair, his cheeks, his lips. You needed to make sure this was him, that he was real.

You think of a memory.

“Do you think I’m funny?” You ask him, laying your head on his lap. It was summer 1985, you two were in your back yard.

He giggles. “Yeah. Only because you think you’re funny.”

“That’s rude.” You laugh. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Obviously.” He laughs, rolling his eyes. You reach your hand up to run your fingers over his scalp and his eyes flutter closed.

“Do you love me?”

He gazes down at you, smiling sweetly, his dimples large. “Always.”

You stare into his eyes.

“Do you love me?” You ask him.

His eyes dart from your lips to your eyes. “Always.” A tear falls down his cheek and you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms hug your waist, and you cry, his shoulders shake with sobs.

“Oh, I missed you so much.” You mutter into his shoulder.

“I was trapped.” He tells you. “I could see…some of the things that were happening through his eyes…my eyes. It was like snapshots. I would hear your voice, and it was like a force was holding me back.” He pulls back, cupping your cheeks. “How bad did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “Not bad.” A part of you felt guilty, guilty for the things you’ve done with him. You felt guilty for how his soulless part made you feel. How a part of you craved that feeling; that pain.

“Where did you go?” You ask him. “No one will tell me anything. Dustin said you died…but your body was nowhere to be found…the earthquake destroyed most of the trailer park…”

“Earthquake?”

You nod. “Completely destroyed most of Hawkins. It’s still in disrepair.”

He inhales a shaky breath. “We were too late.”

“What?” You raise your eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Dustin…he’s okay?” He looks panicked now.

“Yeah, physically but…Eddie, what are you talking about?”

He stares at you, like he’s trying to find the right words. He holds your face, leans forward to kiss your lips softly. You automatically kiss him back but pull away and your eyes narrow.

“No, no. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to say cryptic shit and then kiss me to make it all better. You’ve been keeping secrets from me since Chrissy Cunningham was murdered. What are you protecting me from?”

He stares at you, his eyes dart all over your face. “I can’t tell you.”

You narrow your eyes. “Eddie. I have spent over a year not knowing what happened to you. And then you come back to me as you but you’re not you. You’re mean, dark, manipulative, and somehow - I still love you. What happened to you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” He whispers.

“Try me.”

So, he tells you.

Not everything, but enough.

The important things.

How he really died, how he made a deal.

He literally made a deal with the devil.

You stare at his face, your eyes wide. “Get it back from him.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It was simple enough for you to give it to him. So, get it back! Find him!” You move away from him and get to your feet to pace. He stands with you, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He says gently, his eyes rimmed with tears. “It was the only way.”

“But that part of you doesn’t even want to be with me! That part of you just wants to fuck me, use me up and take control!” You’re sobbing now. “What am I supposed to do now?”

He walks towards you, taking your face in his hands and you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “Look at me. I will find out a way to change this.”

“How?” You cry. “You said it yourself that you were trapped.”

“Trapped inside the upside down. Which is him. Time doesn’t make sense there, and neither does physical beings or bodies. I could hear the music; I could see the light to get back to you but I don’t know how long I have until he realizes I’m gone.” He curls his fingers in your hair. “Tell Dustin everything. Tell him that I’m alive…just…different.”

“But what about the murders?”

“The murders?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Two people were found dead at lover’s lake. They won’t say what happened…but what if it’s this Vecna?”

“It’s not.” Eddie says quietly. “Not by a long shot. He’s too weak.” He stares at your face. “Please be careful, I can’t lose you.”

“The other side of you has an obsessive need to make sure I’m safe, so I think I’ll be okay.” You smirk at him, gently touching his face, and he runs his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Listen to me. I know how dangerous I am, especially without my soul. If I do anything that hurts you, or if something doesn’t seem right. You kill me. Do you understand?”

“Eddie…” Tears stream down your face.

“Promise me.” He shakes your face gently. “Promise me.”

You let out a sob. “I promise.”

He flinches and shudders away from you, holding his stomach. You take his hands, holding them to your face. “No no no no. Not yet, not yet! Don’t go yet.” You cry and he lets out a choked sob, and he shakes his head.

“You need to let me go; I will find you again.” He says, clenching his teeth and he winces in pain. “Annnghhhh. I promise you.” He holds your face, kissing you once, twice, so sweetly.

“Eddie.” You cry, holding his hands tightly. “Don’t go, please, please don’t leave me.”

“Remember what I said. Talk to Dustin.” He pulls back from you, and you see his eyes start to change. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, and the wind brushes through your hair and he’s gone, the sound of your front door slams and you collapse to your knees, wailing in heartbreak, in grief.

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