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foolsunz · 6 months

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𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ♥︎

— how the dreamies (minus chenle&jisung) reacts to you wanting them to cum inside you.

⤼ content warnings: creampies (obvs), breeding, possessiveness, choking, unprotected sex, pregnancy talk, degradation (use of slut), praise and use of pet names. ⤼ word count: 1,3K.

౨₊ৎ Mark

cumming inside you turns him on to no end but, the thought of you actually getting pregnant scares the shit out of him. he also just doesn’t he get the appeal but, he’s such a selfless lover and, definitely won’t turn it down if you bring it up.

he loves to creampie you.

also,,, he’d do anything for you so— indulging in the kinks you like so much, and he’ll 100% dirty talk you through it, to rile you up even more.

“shit.. look how hungry your tight little pussy is for my cock,” he grunts, not hesitating to wrap his strong hand tight around your little throat, choking you.

he compels you to keep eye contact with him, setting a punishing pace while he watches you turning into a needy mess.

“eyes on me. don’t close them or i’ll fucking stop,” he threatens, stilling his hips and firmly gripping your waist. “good girl.”

you begin to squirm and buck your hips up against his, a clear sign that you’re embarrassingly close.

“fuck, where do you want my cum, baby?”

he’ll feel indifferent when you cry out that you want him to cum inside you because… sure, it’s sexy as fuck, but he really doesn’t see the difference between a breeding kink and cumming inside you.

he’ll still do it for you though, because he’s so whipped. also never bring it up voluntarily but, will do it in a heartbeat if you ask him to, especially if you pout and wrap your legs around his waist.

poor baby will be so nervous at first but, he also can’t help but listen to your every request happily, only wanting to please you.

he interlocks his fingers with yours and quickens his pace and, despite being nervous— he’ll cum way quicker when you let him fuck you raw because he just loves the way you’re squirming and milking his cock.

“you feel so good, fuck, fuck, fuck—m’gonna cum,” he gasps, burying his face and letting out the most angelic whimpers as he’s about to cum inside you. “love you so much, nngh fuck!”

౨₊ৎ Renjun

ooof. pretty boy wouldn’t even realise he had a breeding kink until he came inside you for the first time.

there was just something about seeing his own cum mixed with your glistening arousal dribbling out of your spent pussy… since then, he made it his life’s mission to treat you like his own personal cum bucket.

“shit, that’s it, baby,” he moans praises into your ear as he thrusts into you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast circles.

at this point, everything’s getting too overwhelming for you— his moans, his merciless thrusts, and his intimidating yet loving gaze.

“you’re so goddamn pretty… fuck, gonna make you mine, baby.”

“you feel so good—shit, ‘m gonna cum. where do you want me to finish?” he asks, desperately hoping you’d say inside of you.

“inside me, please,” you choke out as your legs begin to shake. the knot in your stomach tightens with every rough snap of his hips.

you wrap your legs around his waist to lock him in before whimpering, “use me however you want. please.”

and that’s all it takes for him to see red as he pounds into you, pinning you against the mattress with brutal and merciless thrusts before painting your walls with his cum, fucking it as deep as he can into you, not stopping until he’s empty.

“yeah? you better take all of it, slut, don’t you dare spill a single drop.”

then he pulls out, gaping at your core, watching his seed pool out of you and roll down your inner thighs before fucking it all back into you again.

౨₊ৎ Jeno

truthfully, it’s the possessiveness of breeding that gets him. not only is he obsessed with the way your warm cunt sucks all his cum right out of him but, he loves seeing you covered in him… how messy your tight little cunt is just for him.

he just loves all forms of claiming and the idea of filling you to the brim with his thick spurts of hot, sticky cum makes his head spin, literally.

you can instantly tell he’s out of it when he starts blabbering about how big you’re gonna be after he knocks you up, how good of a girl you are, how he’s the only one who can breed you like this.

“such a dumb little slut, baby,” he moans as his hand reaches around to rub your clit, his ministrations making you gasp. “mhm, can feel you clenching around my cock... fuck— you’re drenching me with how wet you are. we’re gonna have to change the sheets.”

he loves hearing you being loud for him— the sounds of your screams and whimpers going straight to his cock.

when you feel your legs shake and your eyes roll in the back of your head, you beg him to fill you up already and his brain immediately goes into overdrive, his hips once again gaining speed, slamming into you harder as he talks you over the edge.

“making such a mess of yourself, baby.”

“fucking good girl, gonna knock you up and use you like my little cumslut, just what you’re good for.”

౨₊ৎ Haechan

he isn’t the type to initiate breeding but fuck, he’ll go completely feral when you beg him to fill you with his babies. like, this boy will lose it on the spot.

a deep growl escapes his throat, rumbling through his chest into your back as he pounds into you from behind. you don’t need to ask him twice because he’ll quickly flip you over and rail you missionary like his entire life depends on it as degrading words leave his lips.

“isn’t this what you wanted? me to breed you like a bitch in heat?” he snarls, his thrusts getting rougher and faster with every whimper, moan, gasp, whine and sob leaving your swollen lips. “me to dump my cum in your pretty little pussy and knock you up, s’ that it?”

“y-yes nngh, f-fill me up,” you cry out.

he pounds you into subspace, the desire to breed you building up to more than he can handle.

when he feels you clench around him, drool running down your chin, he’ll gently wipes away the drool and any stray tears on your cheeks.

“fuck princess, i want it too… wanna fill up your little pussy so bad.”

“mine, mine, mine, mine.”

he’ll get so lost in the feeling of your walls caving around him that he’ll moan it over and over again.

౨₊ৎ Jaemin

more than than breeding, he just really enjoys the feeling of cumming inside you. like, he definitely thinks breeding is hot and all but, becoming one with you and knowing he’s the only one that can have you this way is even hotter to him.

he gets off at the thought of the mere risk of impregnating you and he definitely isn’t shy to say dirty stuff like…

“gonna fill you so full, there’s no way you won’t be pregnant,” and “you like the idea of that, don’t you? i’ll fill you with so many babies.”

with his thrusts getting rougher and rougher with time— your moans are getting louder and louder, his hips mercilessly snapping back and forth as your mouth falls open.

jaemin won’t tell you but, his mind is full with how his cum will be dripping down your legs for the rest of the day, and he just can’t stop fantasizing about impregnating you, about having kids with you as his insane baby fever kicks in.

the thought alone is enough to almost make him cum on the spot.

like sure, your fucked out face expressions and the way your warm cunt sucks all his cum right out of him drives him absolutely insane but it’s mostly just… the idea of starting a family with you and having kids that look like you and him running around that he finds so incredibly sexy.

he knows he doesn’t want kids yet, but the way you’re clenching around him and milking his cock is making him think twice.

“that’s my pretty girl... you’re gonna let me breed your womb and knock you up?” he growls, clearly just as turned on and far gone as you are. “yeah baby? i’ll cum in you and fill you all up. you’re gonna be dripping when i’m done.”

“just like that, cream my fuckin’ cock, baby.”

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amourane · 3 days

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hate the way you smile

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, comedy, e2l + childhood enemies??

w/c: 4.7k

summary: from the second you met theodore nott you knew that your life would be torturous and that the boy would never leave you alone but maybe forever isn't so bad with theodore nott.

warnings: none just a lot of bickering

a/n: omg this one is a bit long but i finished it!

From the moment that you met Theodore Nott at the bright age of five you knew you would hate him forever. Maybe it was the way he would sneer at you with distaste or the way he would mock you for being a big crybaby whenever he took your toys. All you knew was that you simply loathed his presence.

Your families had been friends and they had initially thought that you and Theo would get along since you were both the same age. What they didn’t expect was the young boy to rip the heads of your dolls and proceed to mock you for crying your heart out. Yet even with all of your constant bickering your families still met up every holiday, bringing the demon child with them to torment your life.

Since that day your childhood was filled with cruel laughter and the mischievous eyes that would watch wherever you went. At age seven, Theodore Nott found it appropriate to fill your bathtub with toads causing you to shriek out in terror when you opened the bathroom door, and him, to run away with glee at your horrified face. At age nine, he thought it would’ve been funny to surprise you by dumping a bucket load of pumpkin juice all over you and he cackled at your expected screams of anger. What he didn’t expect was for you to retaliate by smashing a tray of cauldron cakes into his face.

Needless to say the war between you two started way back then and it had continued, the only difference being that now you both were more mature and civilised and there was no room for childish pranks.

“Suck my cock you mangled prat, I hope you trip and fall to your death you insignificant shit goblin!”

At least so you thought.

You made a move and lunged for Theodore Nott’s throat as anger flared in your eyes. No one paid mind to the scene that was unfolding before them afterall it was a common occurrence for the last six years.

“You enchanted my hair green!” You shrieked as you shook the brunette violently. “Are you out of your mind Nott? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t mess with each other’s appearances, what happened to that?”

Theodore simply smirked and you felt your fury bubble inside you. He tilted his head to the right and acted as if he was actually pondering your question. If you could you would have been breathing flames as you felt yourself grow more livid as every second went by.

“Hmm…I like your hair L/n, really suits the whole vibe you’re going for, don't you think bella?” Theo flashed you a wicked grin as he reached out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers. You slapped his hand away.

“And what vibe am I going for Nott? Please enlighten me since you apparently are the one making decisions for me.”

You should’ve just walked away. You really should’ve just cursed him out and gone to Madam Pomfrey for some sort of remedy instead of staying and entertaining whatever shit-faced idea he had come up with. The moment you saw the smug smirk that spread across his face and the dangerous twinkle in his eyes you knew he was going to spew some absolute bullshit. And you were right.

“Well obviously it’s a statement declaring that you’re mine, why else would you dye your hair to match my house?” The Slythering feigned disbelief, clutching his hands to his chest innocently. “But Salazar, I didn’t know you would be so bold about your feelings towards me bella.”

You felt heat rise and settle on your cheeks as you tried to come up with a colourful comeback to wipe the stupid smirk off his face but the words die in your throat. It was against your will but you could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to stare at you with that flirty glint in his eyes. Your brain spluttered to a stop and you scrambled desperately for something to say.

“Fuck you Nott.” You seethed before storming away with your hands balled into fists. You could hear the whispers of students and you could feel their stares as you stomped to the infirmary, determined to find some way to get your hair back to normal.

Theodore Nott was the biggest pain in the arse you knew and he had never stopped being one. You still remembered when you had received your letter to Hogwarts and he had scoffed at the sight asking why Hogwarts would want a half-wit like you. Needless to say your parents weren’t surprised at the cries that erupted a second later from both you and him.

Throughout your years the two of you had become known for the obvious tension and pure hatred you harboured for each other though it did seem to lean on your side a bit more than it did to his. It had been the same for the first three years, bickering, pranks and whatnot. Then fourth year came and the scrawny boy you once knew had magically grown much taller and his face had lost a lot of the baby fat it once had. All at once Theodore Nott became one of the most sought after boys in Hogwarts and it only made you loathe him more. It made his ego triple in size and it made him much more flirty towards everyone but you seemed to be his number one target. All you wanted to do was to take your wand and puncture that bloated head of his.

Though his appearance changed he still was the boy you knew since you were a child and whenever he smiled you could see the same boyish grin he had way back when he was five. He had always been the same but now he just had a much more pretty face to disguise the fact he was a blithering idiot.

Theo watched as you stormed off, his smile never once leaving his face. He loved to mess with you purely to see the visceral anger that radiated off you every single time. The way you would try to stare him down but the action proved useless as he was much taller allowing him to simply look down smugly. It amused him to see how your reactions never changed.

Ever since you were five you held the same expressions: whenever you were mildly irritated by him you would chew on your bottom lip, whenever you were pissed your eyes would double in size and you’d look like a fire-breathing dragon, and whenever he made you upset you would stare blankly without a word. He’d only ever made you truly upset once and when seeing your face he knew he would never do it again because even if the two of you bickered and fought he would never hurt you.

“Sometimes I think you’re secretly dating because you should see the way you’re daydreaming hopelessly while staring at L/n’s retreating figure Nott, you look like a bloody imbecile.” Draco slapped Theo’s back startling him out of his own thoughts. He scoffed after realising what his friend was implying.

“Oh Salazar’s balls I think I’m going to regurgitate my breakfast. You’ve gone insane if you even think for a second there’s a chance I fancy that creature.”

Laughter erupted from his friends and they continued to mock and tease him obviously not being mature enough to handle the situation with grace.

“I would rather shag the giant squid than date L/n and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Mattheo hummed to himself and smirked. He placed his arm on Theo’s shoulder. “Well then can I ask her out? She’s real hot and I think she’d be interested.”

“L/n might be stupid Riddle but she wouldn’t ever go out with you or even give you the time of day. So don’t even think about doing it.” And with that he left and his friends exchanged knowing glances before bursting into another fit of laughter at their friend’s own obliviousness.

This was so not your day.

Never in your life had you forgotten to hand in homework yet one silly slip up had cost you to spend your free afternoon in detention. It wasn’t your fault you had mixed up the dates on when the transfiguration homework was due.

You begrudgingly opened the classroom doors, finding a seat to sit down for the next hour. At least you were able to catch up on some other classes while you were in detention otherwise you thought you would’ve gone mad. You looked around the classroom save for Professor McGonagall who had already greeted you when you walked in there was no one else there.

It hadn’t even been a minute when the doors burst open to reveal a very tall and very smug Slytherin.

“Mr Nott, glad for you to join us, find a seat please.”

Theo's grin faltered as his eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of confusion dancing across his features before it was swiftly replaced by his trademark smirk. He made his way toward you, closing the distance until there were mere centimetres separating you from him.

“Now L/n, Nott, I have important business to tend to so I assume the both of you are mature enough to sit through this detention. I hope that I don’t hear about any incidents when I am gone.”

It was as if your nightmare had all of a sudden come to life as you watched McGonagall leave the classroom. You tried to protest but it fell upon deaf ears as the professor had already left the room, leaving you stuck with your nemesis.

You whipped your head to face the brunette, irritation flashing in your eyes. Why had he chosen to sit next to you when there were plenty of other seats available? The classroom was far from crowded, yet here he was, invading your personal space with his mere presence

“Why are you sitting next to me Nott?”

“Why can’t I? Do you happen to own every seat in this classroom?” He teased. “I didn’t think you did, so I’m going to sit where I want.”

You grumbled under your breath at his stubbornness, getting up to pack your things. “Fine, but then I’m moving.”

Before you could make your move, Theo reached out and grabbed your arm. “Hey slow down, I have a perfect seat right here.” Your irritation flared at his audacity, and you shot him a scathing glare as he gestured to his lap with a smug smirk. “Why don’t you-”

“Nott, if you seriously propose that I sit in your lap I will hex you to oblivion.”

“Okay!” Theo held his hands up in mock surrender, his expression feigning innocence as he cocked his head to the side, the smirk never once leaving his face. “Stay here, I won’t bother you, I swear.”

You eyed him cautiously, your scepticism evident. You weighed the options before you reluctantly sat back down. “Fine.”

A quiet hush befell the classroom and all that could be heard was the scratching of quills on parchment. That is until you were interrupted by a persistent poking sensation that disrupted your concentration, each jab of the quill more annoying than the last. You clenched your jaw as you tried to ignore Theo but you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him attention and there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of reacting. So he continued to poke and poke and poke.

His incessant poking finally pushed you over the edge, prompting a sharp hiss of irritation from your lips. "What?" You snapped, unable to contain your frustration any longer.

“What are you doing here?”

If there was a competition for incompetence Theodore Nott would sure have won first place.

“Detention obviously.”

“Oh you know what I meant, why are you in detention? Did you do something stupid? Wait, you do that all the time I forgot.” You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them right out of your skull. "Tell me, bella," He continued, his voice laced with faux innocence. "I don't bite."

“Forgot my homework.” You reluctantly mumbled under your breath, feeling all too claustrophobic at how close he was to you. “Not that big of a deal.”

“Oh but it is.”

“What does that even mean, Nott?” Your eyes narrowed. Theo’s face twisted into a playful smirk and he was so close that you could practically hear his heart beating.

He chuckled, undeterred by your hostility. "But it's not like you to forget your homework," He teased, leaning in closer. "There must be something distracting you. Perhaps... thoughts of me?"

As if on instinct your hands reached out to push the unbearable boy away from you and you immediately got up at his incredulous words. You saw the way laughter bubbled and slipped from his lips, mocking you which only added more fuel to the evergrowing fire.

"In your dreams, Nott," You retorted, your voice laced with venom as you rose from your seat, your movements quick and determined. "I would sooner volunteer for a Dementor's kiss than waste a single thought on you."

Theo’s smirk only widened and his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual," He quipped, his voice dripping with amusement as he rested his chin on his palms, his gaze never wavering from yours.

You huffed out an angry breath before picking your stuff up and stalking to the opposite end of the classroom. Luckily, he didn’t follow and you were left in peace for the rest of the detention.

It had been a week and a half since your detention yet Theodore Nott hadn’t approached you once since. In fact, you hadn’t seen him around school a lot, not that you were paying attention of course. It was just weird. Usually his face would pop up in front of you multiple times a day yet he was nowhere to be found. You had even lingered around the Slytherin table at lunch to see if he would show up but he never did.

There was this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even though you did despise Theo you had known him since he was a kid and he never was one to skip lessons much less disappear for over a week. Even his Slytherin friends didn’t know where he went.

That is until today. The moment you had walked into the dungeons ready for your Potions lesson you spotted him. There was a part of you that hoped you would see him today, after all he was your Potions partner. But there was something wrong. His face looked gaunt, pale, sapped of life and his eyes were merely blank as he sat unmoving. His usual demeanour was replaced with one of hollow emptiness.

“Where have you been Nott?” No response. You frowned as you looked at him, he seemed to not even hear you. “Nott? Have you suddenly become deaf?”

“It’s none of your business.” He snapped voice obviously laced with malice as the words cut through the air. The sharpness of his tone caught you off guard, a twinge of hurt gnawing at the edges of your consciousness despite the fact you both had said worse to each other.

You chose to ignore the fact that Theo was obviously in a sour mood and sat down beside him, unpacking your things. There was nothing special about the lesson, nothing that you needed to particularly pay attention to. Not that you did since you were too focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with your partner. Theo didn’t look okay, not in the slightest. He seemed exhausted and his sluggish movements proved you correct as he diced the various ingredients.

You were in the middle of stirring the cauldron when Theo dropped a dandelion root in the mixture causing it to bubble and spit. The concoction spilled onto your hand and you shrieked at the sudden burning sensation that seemed to consume your hand in flames. The sensation is unbearable, a sharp, burning agony that seems to penetrate deep into your very bones. By now the whole class had stopped to look at you not fully registering what had happened. You turned to Theo, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the pain but he stood there frozen, an expression you couldn’t decipher on his face.

“Theo-”

"Fucking hell, L/n." He spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Would it kill you to not be such a clumsy moron? You could've hurt me as well. How can you even call yourself a witch?"

His words were sharp and spiteful. Through the many years of knowing Theodore Nott he had never blamed you for something he did. He might have been an incorrigible prick but he would still apologise if he had ever hurt you genuinely. But as you looked at him you couldn’t recognise the cold harsh look he gave you and you bit back your tears. You wouldn’t cry in front of him.

Despite the fact your hand was in pain you felt something tighten around your chest and it made the air around you feel thick as if you couldn’t breathe. You stood up angrily, opening your mouth to snap back but your vision starts to fade, black spots invade your senses and that was the last thing you remember before you tumbled to the floor.

You woke up a few hours later as you felt the sun shine on your face. You blinked, disorientated, as you tried to get used to your surroundings. The familiar walls of the infirmary materialised and you felt some ease at knowing where you were. Confusion still gnawed at your mind as you struggled to piece together what had happened. How had you ended up in the infirmary? And why did everything feel so hazy, as if viewed through a foggy lens?

Your gaze drifted to your hand, the source of the searing pain. And there, wrapped in a pristine white bandage, lay the answer to at least one of your questions. The memory flooded back in fragments, disjointed and incomplete.

Theo's careless mistake, the scalding mixture splattering across your skin, the sharp cry of pain that had torn through the air, all of it came rushing back with startling clarity.

“Miss L/n you’re awake!” Madam Pomfrey’s voice cut through your thoughts and you saw the woman make her way towards you hurriedly. “That was a terrible burn you had, lucky I had some burn-healing paste on me otherwise you would have had an ugly scar.”

You were still a bit dazed, trying to piece together how you even managed to make your way here. You distinctively remembered collapsing to the floor but that was where your memory stopped and it refused to give you any more.

“Sorry Madam Pomfrey but do you know how I got here? I really can’t seem to remember.”

“Oh dear.” The nurse frowned at your condition. “Mr Nott brought you here. He’s been here the whole afternoon. He's only just popped to dinner. I'm sure he’ll be back. Merlin, the boy did look worried.”

You resisted the urge to scoff at her words. Theodore Nott, worried. Not a chance. He probably only brought you here because Slughorn insisted, and he couldn't risk getting on the professor's bad side. No, you highly doubted he cared about what had happened to you.

The memory of his harsh words repeated in your head like an echo that refused to go away, a reminder of his indifference to your situation. And yet, despite your efforts to brush it off, a bitter laugh escaped your lips. Why were you even upset? After all, the two of you were experts at hurling mean insults at each other. It was practically a pastime.

Rather you should have been mad at the fact he was the one who caused you to get this injury anyway. If it wasn’t for his stupid mistake you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Then again, you remembered his movements, how his usual nimble fingers were fumbling the ingredients, how he stared at the pages of his book as though they were in a foreign language. Something wasn’t right.

“You’re awake.”

The words startled you and you spotted the Slytherin boy approaching your bed as his face held the same blank expression as before. He sat down beside you and your eyes narrowed. You shuffled away, not wanting to be near him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured quietly and the words caught you off guard. “These past few days just haven’t been the best and-”

“That’s your excuse?” You bristled at his pathetic apology, hoping that you had misheard what he had said. “You mess up our potion resulting in me getting hurt and then hurl insults my way trying to blame me for what happened. And you think simply saying ‘I’m sorry’ is enough? Using the excuse of having a few bad days as your way out?”

He stayed silent allowing you to continue.

“Theodore Nott, you always were an idiot.” You spat, the words tinged with disappointment. “But I never expected you to be such a heartless prick.”

As the final syllable fell from your lips, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the shallow rise and fall of your breath. You held Theo’s gaze and as you studied him you noticed something you had failed to notice before. The dark circles that marred the skin beneath his eyes, the redness that rimmed their edges. The weariness that had been etched into his features.

“I went home.” He finally said, breaking the silence with his words. “Father sent a letter saying it was urgent, that I needed to return home at once.”

You felt yourself deflate and your gaze softened. Theo and his father had never been on the best terms and ever since his mother died they drifted apart even more. Suddenly his attitude made sense and you felt the guilt seep into your senses.

“Turns out his urgent matter was that he found himself another potential wife. Some poor woman to endure his torture and he wanted to happily announce it to his son. He burnt all of my mother’s belongings and if I hadn’t stopped him he would’ve gotten rid of her grave as well.” Theo scoffed bitterly and you saw the way he was trying to stop the tears from falling. “That bastard calls himself my father but not once in his life has he ever cared about me.”

A heavy silence enveloped the both of you as you sat not uttering a word. You knew that he had always struggled with the strained relationship with his family. The death of his mother had resulted in Theo being distraught for weeks as he relived the nightmare whenever he closed his eyes.

“I’m not going back there. I’m never setting foot in that house ever again.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder as you tried to offer some sort of comfort. His eyes locked with yours and you saw how his tears glistened as they fell silently. You felt ropes tighten around your heart and you squeezed his shoulder gently. It had been a long time since you saw Theodore Nott cry. It was a rare sight but that was what made it that much more painful.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You whispered. “I honestly…I’m so sorry Theo. He really doesn’t deserve a son like you. You’re incredible, you know that? You might be irritating and loud and downright infuriating at times but he doesn’t deserve you because you’re amazing Theodore Nott. And, Merlin, if I’m saying that then it must mean a lot because we both know my word is golden.”

You offered him a small smile and your heart warms when you see one tug at his lips too. He looked away for a second and you saw his eyes land on your bandaged hand and he winced.

“I really am sorry for messing up our potion. I didn’t mean what I said, you’re a brilliant witch Y/n, you always have been. I was just being a prat, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s honestly nothing bad. My hand will probably already be back to normal, I heal quickly you know.” You paused as your smile faltered and you chose your next words carefully. “If…if you don’t want to return to your house, you can always go to someone else's.”

Theo chuckled as he shook his head. “No one is going to accept me into their house without turning me into my father.”

“I will.”

Silence. Theo looked at you, confusion clear on his face but your gaze was strong and he could tell you had meant what you had said. You felt yourself flush at his stare and you realised your hand was still on his shoulder and you quickly removed it.

“Accept you into my house I mean. My parents love you and you know they haven’t been on good terms with your father ever since what happened. We would be more than willing to take you in.” You watched as his face contorted into expressions that you couldn’t formulate. “That is if you promise not to fill my bathtub with toads again.”

Laughter fell from his lips, cascading like a melody. He lifted his hands to wipe away his tears that had been streaking down his face. His eyes no longer held the blank emotionless look but rather a certain warmth that you had missed seeing. Your grin widened upon hearing the sound and you found yourself joining in.

“At least you look pretty-”

Your words were cut off abruptly as Theo leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden and unexpected kiss. You froze, unable to comprehend what exactly was happening as disbelief rippled through your body. His hands found their way at the back of your neck and you feel his thumb caress your cheek tenderly. You were still in shock when he pulled away and the last few words of the sentence you were about to say tumbled out of your mouth.

“-when you cry…”

You blinked as your mind tried to grapple at what had just happened. Theodore Nott had just kissed you. Theodore Nott, the boy you had despised since you were five, had just kissed you. He kissed you. Kissed…you. Immediately, your body erupted into flames and you felt your face flush hot at how close the both of you were.

“Your body temperature has risen extremely quickly.” Theo teased and you felt yourself grow even hotter.

“Shut it.”

“Like you’re actually a human radiator.” He continued undeterred by your glare.

“Nott if you don’t want to lose your head I would advise you to shut up.”

Theo grinned and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. “Oh so now I’m back to being Nott? What happened to Theo?” He said his name in a high pitched croon in an attempt to mock your voice and you smacked the backside of his head which only encouraged his laughter.

“You’re actually going to be the death of me.” You groaned as you slumped back down the bed, pulling the covers over your face as a feeble attempt to hide yourself from the pretty Slytherin.

Theo poked your arm and you peeked out to find him staring at you with a bright grin on his face.

"Don't worry." He reassured you, his voice light and teasing. "I'll make sure to stay by your side forever and ever, like a blood-sucking parasite."

“How romantic.” You drawled as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance as you retreated under the covers once more.

“Aren’t I just?”

You ignored Theo’s playful whines for you to let him see your face. Your heart threatened to break out of your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. But even so, you were unable to stop the grin that spread across your face. Maybe, just maybe, forever wouldn't be so bad with Theodore Nott by your side.

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagines #theo nott imagine #theodore nott imagine #theo nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #theodore nott smut #theo nott smut

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gingerhastoomanyobsessions · 3 months

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the lords in black are so interesting to me because. they’re so us. we’re watching the citizens of hatchetfield suffer for our own entertainment just as much as they are. we’re their accomplices in all of it

pokotho made hatchetfield into a musical because musicals are entertaining. and we ate that shit up! it’s soooo fun watching a little man scramble as the world around him bursts into song. the musical genre is satirized because pokey knows how the genre conventions work just as well as we do. we like watching musicals so much that black friday and npmd are musicals, too, even though they don’t revolve around pokotho’s plans as much as tgwdlm. we want them to sing. pokotho does too.

bliklotep is the audience and the audience is bliklotep. trail to oregon calls the audience “the watcher with one thousand eyes” and that’s not all, in watcher world blinky seems to be able to see through the eyes of anyone and everyone who loves spectacle. he wants to see the characters go through angst because WE love angst. it’s fun to watch alice and bill express their buried frustrations. blinky wants it to end in bloodshed because he loves tragedy, and let’s face it, so do we. it’s like that one post about how hamlet is aware of the audience and is angry that we don’t do anything to intervene because we want to see how it plays out. personally, I think blinky could have stopped the woodwards if he really wanted (he’s an elder god, after all) but alice shooting him shifted the narrative so that the emotional payoff would be more fulfilling if they escaped. and blinky loves a good story.

t’noy karaxis has blorbos. we joke about it, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? he’s the fan who watches the movie again and again and again and again to see his favorite character’s dramatic death scene. he’s the guy who writes and reads angst fics by the hundreds because he likes to see his faves cry. he’s the hatchetfield enjoyer who’s on the edge of their seat waiting to see how ted kicks the bucket this time. the bastard’s box is pretty much just an ao3 account filled with whump and hurt no comfort. he’s sadistic AND he genuinely adores ted, because we fans are often cruelest to the characters we love the most. he puts ted through character growth— the realization that his life went the way it did because of his own mistakes, his inability to be vulnerable with jenny before it was too late— and he does that by writing a 56-chapter angst fic that’s still updating to this day

nibblenephim is the fan who voraciously devours every scrap of content that a creator produces and demands more, more, more. let’s face it, the fandom will never let starkid rest until we see this story through to its end. and then someone will demand a sequel series. nibbly is hungry because we will never stop yearning for more stories. he’s simple because that desire itself is simple— as humans, we need creativity like we need air to breathe. nibbly wants more because we want more. and we will never be satiated.

wiggog y’rath is the ruler and the king because he’s the self-inserting writer. I think jon matteson plays paul *and* wiggly for a reason— wiggly is the only lord in black to be played by the same actor in every single show, and that actor also plays the protagonist of tgwdlm. wiggly wants to be the protagonist. he tries to force himself into the human world of hatchetfield because he wants to participate, dammit! he wants to be the bestest ruler that the earth has ever seen! everyone has to love him because he’s going to be their bestest fwiend! when he appears in human form he’s gonna be the prom king! he’s the ebony dark’ness dementia raven way of the hatchetfield multiverse. he wants every human character to bend to his whims and to love him and to put him at the tippy-top of planet earth because he’s the writer and the writer’s main character, you fuckheads, and he can make whatever story he wants, whether the other characters like it or not! if you’ve ever written a self-insert story? congratulations! you’ve been wiggog y’rath.

and the funny thing? I don’t think the lords know that they, too, are as fictional as anyone else in hatchetfield. maybe blinky knows— he sees through the audience’s eyes, after all— but I don’t think the others do. if they did, maybe they’d be a little less tyrannical. a little bit nicer.

but then the starkid writers wouldn’t have much of a story to tell, would they?

#the lords in black #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #npmd #join me in the metafiction analysis hole.#the real villains of hatchetfield are the starkid writers themselves and those of us who want to see the shows!#the only reason the lords in black fuck up the world is because WE want to see that story!!!!!#note: the ‘you fuckheads’ bit was meant to be in wiggly’s voice/pov. I do not think the good people of starkid fandom are fuckheads.

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mrfoox · 2 years

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This is the second time this week I feel so nauseas I don't think I can make it to my courses and I feel like they believe I'm faking it

#miranda talking shit #I have been a faker in the past to avoid school bc of all the anxiety it gives me but this whole mess #I am not. This last 3-4 months ive thrown up more than i ever have before in like actual years #I feel reasonably comfortable with the courses place but i am genuinely sitting wirh a bucket trying to not throw up on these days #I asked if they could set up an call or something so i could attend by distance ... But yeah they sound tired of me #I know i cant control it and i have these days on my free days too but the whole thing of having to justify myself makes me anxious #Bc technically im not sick in the normal sense. Mmmm shoot ne #Genuinely my biggest fears is explaining myself and not being believed. I have nightmares of that when i wake up crying

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lesbiandonnanoble · 6 months

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ranking torchwood members by how nightmarish the blunt rotation would be. number 6 ultimate least worst is gwen but only because i love drama so much and don’t mind comforting people if they cry. any smoke sesh w gwen you’d walk away knowing the funniest most insane interpersonal drama on the planet. three hits in her eyes would already be getting red and she would lean over and say “SWEAR to me you won’t repeat this to anyone, but” gwen babygirl i am all ears. i would roll for you and just sit and watch you smoke it. at #5 honorary mention for suzie. she would find the perfect music for the vibe. she would roll an immaculate joint. the conversation would be heartfelt, pleasant. real.. by the time i realize i’m slowly dying and she’s gaining strength i wouldn’t even care tbh. ideal joint-sharing experience. #4 would be owen because i know that as long as i laughed at his jokes he would smoke me up indefinitely. his delusion that he’s cool and badass would get more embarrassing and apparent when high like mac it’s always sunny levels . and you might have to suffer some hero complex stories but i just know his very cool-looking bong has crystal clear water the second he knows anyone’s coming over. #3 is easily ianto. high chances of bringing a really uncomfortable weird energy to any smoke sesh. i once met a guy who said he’d been practicing rolling joints since he was a kid with paper and pencil shavings and then rolled the joint that fucked me the hardest i’ve ever experienced and that’s what smoking ianto’s shit would be like. except he’s just sitting there looking at you with wet dog eyes the whole time. his vibe would be still weirdly too professional, like the business major who tries to network at house parties. toshiko my lady.. second worst person to smoke with in torchwood not for any awful reason. her jokes would be the funniest out of all of them. her laugh would be enchanting. but you can tell she’s so nervous and trying too hard and the vibe gets more and more awkward and you desperately want to tell her it’s fine but you worry calling attention to it might make her feel worse and you stare at her and she stares at you, takes a beautiful bong rip, and says something so self deprecating you have to look away. the #1 most nightmarish person to share a joint with in torchwood is obviously jack. he pulls out a bag of purple shit, a strain he informs you is called ‘megacock OG’, and loads it into his 23rd century fucking instant vaporizer and promises it’s “got a hell of a kick” and you blink and it’s 20 minutes later and you’re flinching nearly shitting yourself every time his stupid fucking dinosaur swoops overhead ,sweating buckets, and he’s grinning slapping the table laughing opposite you while his genuinely cringeworthy sex stories, seemingly endless, ring in your ears like churchbells.

#my personal prognosis after rewatching one season of torchwood #torchwood #doctor who #jack harkness #toshiko sato #ianto jones #owen harper #gwen cooper #my stuff

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sorcerous-caress · 11 days

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I'm so jealous of Daniil. Having only played the Haruspex route so far in both game, each time I'm invited to the Bachelor's place I turn green with envy at how he resides at an actual proper house with a real room and a real bed.

A real bed with a whole bedframe. A pillow with an actual pillowcase!! His bed even has sheets!

He has WINDOWS. His house is in a nice neighbourhood, and his roommate is a very attractive woman. There is actual furniture in his room. Not one hint of fungus growing on the walls or rust!

Can you imagine living there as your lair? Spending the whole game knowing you have a real house with a real bed to go back to at the end of each night? Seeing Eva's face every day before leaving to do quests?

Meanwhile, Artemy is stuck in this dumpster room of an abandoned factory. Cuddling with rats on his makeshift bed, held by nothing but a wooden panel, some boxes and a dream.

A pillow so yellow it has its own ecosystem where bugs established real estate. Is that even a pillow or is it some random rock Artemy found and chucked in there? Is it a stale loaf of bread?? Why is it hard looking?

But no, you don't even get to keep the rock roach pillow because in P2, they take it away.

Fuck you Artemy, you had it good for too long. No pillow now because what are you gonna do about it?. Fold your mattress instead to have a resemblance of a faux sense of protection under your most vital organ during the long hours of death rehearsal that you call sleep.

Somehow, they made the bed even more unstable looking. As if that thin panel in the middle could hold Artemy's weight without caving in. Oh, and apparently, I ran out of boxes to use for furniture because the bed and the table have to share custody of the same box.

We have downgraded into barrels now, as you can see :) No, I don't know what they used to contain inside.

Waking up every day to Sticky's snotty face telling me not to spit in the wind and nagging me about cleaning up the week-old human organs thrown around that are stinking up the place.

THERE IS MOLD GROWING ON MY WALLS. RUST FLAKES FALL FROM THE EXPOSED METAL PIPES DOWN INTO MY CEREAL EACH BREAKFAST.

This single wall holds so much mold and fungus that they started crossbreeding and evolved into new, never seen before types of bacteria. Satan's asscrack is more hygienic than whatever biohazard plagues of Egypt this slab of concrete contains.

I live in the gutters. My only neighbours are an illegal gang of minors with a hatred for furries and another illegal gang but of adults this time who sell me bullets way above the market price. A dangerous neighbourhood where you can't have shit because SOMEONE STOLE MY BULL.

The basement I reside in has no windows, the smell is pungent and fucking vile down here. There isn't even a space for a bathroom.

This is my kitchenette/bathroomette/showerette/cupboardette/surgery tools disinfection stationette/sinkette/watercoolerette/toilette/fridge.

also my buckets yk.

One bucket for the makeshift bathroom, another for holding important organs and loose guts during surgery, a third one as a cooking pot for making tasty meat grub soup and the final one for murky water after sweeping the floor.

What do I use to tell them apart? Oh nothing :) I just mix em up every now and then, oppsie daisy.

Oh and the floors are CONSTANTLY wet for some reason. Yeah sticky slipped and almost broke his neck the other day so watch your steps.

There is also this eerie room with literal garbage and broken furniture right next to the entrance. Don't worry about it, sometimes I hear someone crying and screaming for help when I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just the factory being silly lol.

Now this? This is where the M A G I C happens. This is where Artemy the Menkhu makes his famous herbal remedies and natural mixtures. This is where the Panacea for the infamous sand plague gets made!

In a rusty empty food can.

Falling into a bucket with shit stains.

MEDICINE BABBYYY. GET YOUR WEAK SOFT BONED ASS BACK TO THE CAPITAL BITCH, THIS IS HOW REAL MEN MAKE REAALLL MEDICINE!! RAWRRRRR🦅🦅💥💥

Meanwhile, dickovsky has the view of the cathedral and polyhedron just around the corner from where he resides. He has a backyard with a lake, and all I have is a swamp behind my basement. I trudge through the mud each night, collecting weeds and herbs to mix and trade so I and the two orphans who adopted themselves into my life don't go starving.

Not to mention the gaggles of herb brides loitering outside and giving me a false bad reputation.

That dandy douchbag has a pharmacy, a grocery, and a tailor right next door. The closest establishment to my shrekcore place of resident is a dingy basement bar with shady drinks and no bouncer to check for ID, I saw two kids in there once.

Pov: a qt3.14 surgeon says his dad isn't home and invites you over.

#♡otherfandoms #♡pathologic 2 #♡pathologic #artemy burakh #daniil dankovsky #pathologic 2 #pathologic classic hd #the haruspex #pathologic

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steddiewithachance · 7 months

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"Likewise"

(Steve shows up to Wayne and Eddie's house with all of his belongings on his back and it makes Eddie remember when he was in the same position)

Dedicated to my lovely and wonderful AND awesome friend, Birdie

Read on ao3 here

Eddie and Wayne have always been pretty inseparable, since Eddie was 11 and made a trek across Indiana to find him. But after all the Vecna shit happened, after the manhunt and the three week hospital visit, Wayne had been especially clingy. Wayne's version of being clingy is constantly asking Eddie to do mundane things with him, it's intense love and worry and near loss disguised as casual invitations.

Eddie is endeared by it even though he'll play his part: roll his eyes and act annoyed like it's a chore.

This afternoon Wayne had knocked on Eddie's door and asked "Hey Eds wanna come out'n watch the game with me?"

And Eddie flung open the door with a huge sarcastic grin. "Me? A sports ball match TV game? You know I wouldn't miss it for the world, Uncle Wayne!" Wayne scoffed and Eddie grabbed his acoustic guitar so that he could entertain himself while he kept Wayne company in the living room.

Which is where they are now. Eddie is spread across the couch. He's aimlessly moving his fingers around the fretboard until he finds a chord that sounds nice while a sports announcer drones on in the background. Sometimes Eddie will look up to find Wayne in his old recliner watching him instead of the game. Eddie doesn't say anything, just gives him a reassuring smile.

It's raining kind of hard today, which normally would be stressful. Eddie and Wayne would be running around the house with buckets trying to catch water from all the new places the rain was leaking in. But with their shiny new government gifted place, they could sit back and enjoy the weather.

Eddie violently startles when someone knocks on the door. He sets his guitar to the side and Wayne turns the TV volume down. "Who is it?" Eddie calls out while walking towards the door.

"Steve." He hears in response.

When Eddie opens the door he's confronted with a very distraught-looking boyfriend. He looks like he's been crying, he has two dufflebags and a backpack, and he's soaking wet from the rain. Eddie immediately steps back and lets him in.

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" Eddie asks closing the door behind them even though he has a pretty good idea what the bags mean. Steve sniffles and lets his stuff fall to the floor. He startles when he realizes Wayne is in the room too. He's quiet for a few moments, maybe composing himself, Eddie thinks. Always trying to be brave and strong even when he doesn't have to, this one.

"Can I sleep over tonight?" Steve asks like it's taking a lot of effort to do so, even if he's slept over a dozen times already. "My parents... I need a place to stay and Robin's out of town and I felt kinda weird letting any of the kids see me like this" Steve wipes his nose but his sleeve is just as wet and he looks miserable, so Eddie reaches out and wipes Steve's nose with his own sleeve.

"I'm gross, sorry" Steve apologizes.

"Of course you can stay here, Stevie, is that even a question? Let's get you something dry to wear-" Eddie tells him, when he's suddenly and overwhelmingly hit with the dreamy feeling of deja vu. He looks back at Wayne wondering if he's thinking the same thing. Wayne's meets his gaze and his mouth twitches into a half smile.

Eddie grabs Steve's stuff and pulls him into his bedroom. After he sets everything down, he gently runs his hands up under Steve's shirt, until it's all bunched up right under his chin. Eddie pulls the wet fabric over his shoulders and off his arms. Eddie leans forward and plants kisses on each of Steve's perfectly freckled shoulders.

Once Steve is all changed and sat on the foot of the bed, Eddie stands over him and wraps a blanket over his head and shoulders like a little burrito. He looks adorable like this, all cozy.

"You want to talk about what happened, or not yet?" Eddie whispers, to keep the energy in the room gentle and light. Steve shakes his head without thinking and looks up at him for reassurance. Eddie leans down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "That's okay, Babylove. You know you gave me crazy deja vu walking through that door with your duffle bags in the rain?" Eddie places his hands on either side of Steve's blanketed head.

"When I came to live with Wayne it was raining too. I always thought rain was a bad omen, you know? But then in english class one year, we talked about how in literature, rain is like symbolic of change and new beginnings. And I thought, 'yeah actually that makes a lot of sense'." Eddie speaks quietly while Steve looks up at him, listening. "Do you want to hear the story of how I met Wayne?"

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1977

When Eddie steps out of the school building he sees that the cloudy sky has gotten darker since recess. That's a bad omen, he thinks to himself, but hears it in his dad's southern drawl.

He makes his way towards the front school gates, twisting his backpack strings together, a nervous habit. A swarm of children, mostly younger than him, begin to unlock their bikes from where they're chained and wheel them towards the street. Eddie pushes his way through the crowd to do the same.

He feels kind of sick grabbing the handlebars of a bike he knows full well shouldn't belong to him. He should have known that when he asked his dad for a bike it would have been stolen from some other poor kid. He feels terrible thinking about the night his dad brought it home and put a sticker over where another kid's name was carved into the paint. He shakes his head and rides over to the tree where he promised to meet his best friend, Daniel.

Daniel's already there waiting for him, talking loudly to some kid from the other sixth-grade class.

"See you Monday!" Daniel yells out as the kid hops on his bike and takes off down the street. Daniel has a smile on his face, always has been better at making friends than Eddie. He's a sweet kid, but kind of naïve.

"Hey," Eddie mutters propping his bike against the tree. Daniel turns towards him and his eyes immediately catch on Eddies forehead.

"I still can't get used to you without hair. It's weird." Daniel says petting Eddie's buzzed head. "I kinda think it looked better before."

"Yeah yeah, I already told you my dad made me." Eddie swats his hand away. "Did you ask your brother? About driving me to Hawkins?"

"Oh yeah... he said it's too far. Sorry." Daniel barely looks regretful. Eddie's heart drops.

"What?! But did you tell him I could give him money and weed?" Eddie's starting to panic. If Daniel's older brother Paul, who just got his license wouldn't drive him to Hawkins, he was gonna have to think of a new plan, and fast.

"Oh no I forgot that part, oops. Well he's picking me up in 10 minutes, just ask him yourself." Daniel complains, and Eddie doesn't blame him for not taking it seriously. Daniel doesn't understand the urgency of the situation, Eddie hasn't really told anyone why he needs to get to Hawkins so badly.

Eventually Paul pulls up in front of them, hitting the curb a little which just screams new driver and Eddie grimaces. Beggars can't be choosers, he supposes. He follows Daniel to the car. The kid gracelessly plops into the passenger seat and Eddie leans down to talk to his brother through the open door.

Paul has long blonde hair that makes Eddie miss his own hair desperately and a scar on his lip that he apparently got while skiing one winter. As always, he looks handsome, Eddie admits to himself and tries not to blush. He shakes the thought.

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"Was he more handsome than me?" Steve interrupts Eddie recounting the story. He's pouting.

"Steve," Eddie exhales exasperatedly, "Not even close. Let me finish the story though."

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"Hi Paul."

"Hey kid."

Eddie's face twists up, doesn't want Paul to think of him like a kid.

"Look Paul, I really need your help. I need to see my uncle and I would really be grateful if you could drive me." And before Paul can object Eddie adds, "I have money and weed that I can give you in exchange."

Paul clearly considers this. "How much?"

"How much weed? Uh I dunno a baggie?" Eddie puts his fingers up to demonstrate how much weed he remembers there being in the bag.

"No no, how much money?" Paul chuckles fondly. Meanwhile Daniel is ping ponging his head back and forth between his brother and Eddie.

"I have like forty bucks. I know it's not a ton, and it's a far drive, but this is really important." Eddie pleads. Paul stares out the windshield for a few moments.

"And you wanted to go tonight?" He asks Eddie who nods fervently. "When would you need a ride back?"

And Eddie looks at Daniel who seems bored by the whole ordeal, who is picking at the netting on his backpack. Eddie knows that if this plan works out, he won't be coming back at all. But Daniel's been good to him and Eddie hates disappointing people, so he does what his father taught him to do: he lies.

"I'm sure my uncle will drive me back, s'all good." And Paul nods his head.

"Okay kid. Let me drop Daniel home and I'll come pick you up from your place." And Eddie's heart skyrockets. Okay shit, he's actually doing this.

"Thank you! Thank's Paul. That's cool of you. Thank you." Eddie smiles big, shows all his teeth even though he's still missing a few. Paul nods and Daniel reaches forward to close the door when Eddie realizes this might be the last time he sees his best friend.

"Wait!" Eddie interrupts and grabs the door.

Paul and Daniel look at him worriedly. "Can- can I have a hug before you go?" Eddie asks Daniel shakily. He feels his throat tighten and his eyes go a little blurry. Fuck! He's always so emotional, despite Al's best efforts to chastise the sensitivity out of him.

"I guess." Daniel says, weirded out by Eddie's sudden change of tone. He unbuckles his seat belt and holds his arms out. Eddie fiercely tugs him in and realizes that Daniel can probably feel him shaking now. "But I'll see you Monday right?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to will his voice to come out strong. He pulls back giving Daniel a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Yeah man, see you. And see you tonight Paul. Thanks again." And instead of looking Daniel in the eyes again he turns away and grabs "his" bike.

Eddie's waiting outside with his bags and a map with directions that he carefully planned out a few nights ago. He's praying to any and all gods that his dad doesn't make it home before Paul get's there. Every time he sees a car turn onto the street he panics and prepares to run.

Despite the bad weather, and Eddie's paranoia, Paul pulls up first and Eddie lets out a huge sigh of relief. Eddie smiles at him and puts his bags in the back seat. The teen looks at him with soft eyes, clearly not as gullible as his kid brother. Knows what's really happening.

"Do you have everything?" Paul asks when Eddie sits in the passenger seat and hands over two twenties and a little bag of weed he stole from his dad's dresser. Eddie nods. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Eddie thinks it would be nice to have a brother like Paul. Never got to know him too well, but he seems to care.

"Yeah man, double and triple checked." Eddie looks into the rear view mirror just in time to see his dad's black pickup truck round the corner. He sinks into the seat. "Shit man, go! Drive!"

Paul startles into action and hits the gas. It doesn't seem like Al notices because he pulls into the parking garage speeding recklessly like he always does. When they're a few streets down, Eddie sits up again and opens the map.

"Am I gonna get arrested for kidnapping you?" Paul worries, wide eyed, as he makes his way towards the highway.

"My dad's afraid of cops. I really doubt he'd call em." Eddie responds before briefing Paul on the directions (ironically) to Hawkins' police station, where hopefully someone will know where his uncle Wayne lives.

It's a quiet drive. Eddie finds that he's not sure what to talk to a 16 year old about and would rather pay attention to directions. He can tell Paul wants to ask what he's running from, but refrains, which Eddie's thankful for. When they're about ten minutes out from Hawkins, it starts raining.

Eddie feels guilty that Paul will probably have to drive two hours home in the rain. He voices this concern, but Paul, the saint he is, reassures him it's no big deal.

Eventually they pull up to the police station and Eddie hauls his bags out of the back seat before coming back around to the passenger side door. He leaves the map with Paul and the set of hand written directions on how to get home that Eddie made for him.

"Thanks again for everything, Paul. Drive safely."

"Eddie do you want me to wait to make sure you get where you're going?" He asks softly and Eddie doesn't remember a time where anyone spoke to him with such care. He wants to cry for some reason. Wants to take him up on the offer, but doesn't want to inconvenience the teenager more than he already has.

"I'm okay, but thank you." As soon as Eddie slams the car door shut and turns towards the station, he starts to cry. He hears the gravel crunching as Paul pulls out of the parking lot behind him. Maybe this was all a mistake. He takes a deep breath, wipes his eyes and steps through the glass door.

"Hello, can I help you?," the woman behind the front desk asks, pushing her glasses down to get a good look at Eddie who is dripping rainwater onto the linoleum floor.

"Yeah. I'm here hoping someone knows where Wayne Munson lives? He's my uncle."

The woman holds up a finger and makes her way to a desk in the back of the station. She clears her throat and starts talking to a man.

Eddie shifts his weight as he tries to make out their muffled conversation. He looks up when a tall man sticks his head out and examines Eddie from across the room. The cop nods at the receptionist and grabs keys from his desk.

"You're looking for Wayne Munson?" The man, "Hopper" his badge reads, says while walking over.

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"That's when you first met Hopper?" Steve interrupts again with a small smile. Eddie rolls his eyes, fondly. He nods.

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"Yes sir." He responds to the officer.

Eddie wonders if Al has started looking for him yet. Wonders if Al walked into his room and saw half his belongings gone. Probably not. And even if he did, he'd have no idea where Eddie went. Too uninvolved in Eddie's life to know the names of any of his friends.

"Alright, he lives in the trailer park. Forest Hills. Let me drive you over." Hopper waves his hand and steps into the rain. He opens the passenger seat of his car and ushers Eddie inside.

The thing about this whole situation is that Eddie knows next to nothing about his uncle. Only hears cutting remarks about him from his father once in a blue moon. But it's the kind of cutting remark that might actually mean Wayne's a good person, if it's coming from Al. Eddie only knows he lives in Hawkins, because Al mentioned it once, in passing. "Lives in a little shit hole town no one's ever heard of while I'm out here making it big in the city," he had bragged. But it's not like Al talks enough about Wayne to immediately suspect that this is where Eddie might have ran off to. He's trying to convince himself he's safe now.

Eddie is accompanied to Wayne's door by the officer. Hopper knocks aggressively before Eddie can even get it straight in his head what he's gonna say to Wayne. The rain is coming down hard now. He's hugging his canvas duffle bag to his chest, trying to protect his sketchbooks inside from the downpour.

"Wayne Munson? It's Jim Hopper with Hawkins PD. Open up." Hopper announces, knocking again.

And almost immediately after he knocks, the door opens a crack. Eddie sees a man with greying dark brown hair cut close to his head and a patchy beard. Wayne's eyes drop to Eddie almost instantly.

"Can I help you?" Wayne asks. His accent is stronger than Al's, Eddie notices.

"I have a kid here who claims to be your nephew?" Hopper says gruffly, scratching his mustache. Wayne opens the door wider, looking Eddie up and down with wide eyes.

"I'm uh... Al's kid?" Eddie adds quietly. And Wayne's face goes through a variety of emotions before nodding to the officer.

"Thanks Jim, I'll take it from here." Wayne mutters. Eddie watches as the officer tips his head and offers a "stay dry folks," before getting back into his car.

"Come on in, kid," Wayne says opening his door for Eddie to walk past him. Eddie takes in his surroundings. The place is... sad looking. There's hardly any furniture, just a TV and a recliner in front of a coffee table which is covered in empty beer bottles. In the corner of the room there are a handful of boxes, one of which is filled to the brim with different colored mugs. This confuses Eddie a little, but overall Eddie's not getting a good vibe. Probably still better than living with Al though.

He turns back to see Wayne watching him carefully. Eddie clears his throat.

"I'm really sorry to come unannounced like this. I know we don't really know each other, and you don't owe me anything! But I- I didn't know where else to go and I was wondering if maybe it would be okay if I stayed here for a little? I can sleep on the recliner or the floor I don't need much. I just can't- I can't go home." Eddie is shivering now, he's not sure if it's anxiety from the situation or if he's just cold and wet.

Wayne nods his head and reaches his hand out for one of Eddie's bags. "S'alright kid. Let's get you dry." He took Eddie's bags and set them against the wall. He disappears down the hallway leaving Eddie shaking by the door, before reappearing with a towel. Eddie wraps it around himself while Wayne stands and looks around the place, likely, realizing how uninviting it seems to Eddie.

Wayne walks towards the coffee table and starts grabbing empty beer bottles.

"You don't have to clean for me, I don't mind." Eddie says meekly, but Wayne continues on anyways.

"S'alright kid. Why don't you get changed into something dry. Ya have any dry clothes in those bags of yours?" Motioning towards Eddie's belongings with a hand full of bottles. Eddie kneels and unzips one of the bags feeling around for something dry which most of it is. Eddie pulls out a new pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Bathroom?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Down the hall to your left."

When Eddie reemerges, the coffee table is clean. And Wayne looks up at him, puts on a smile which seems forced. He must be able to tell by Eddie's face that the smile isn't as reassuring as he was going for. He sighs and scratches the back of his head.

"Should I not have come here?" Eddie asks while stepping out of the hallway and towards the door. He's in desperate need of reassurance, just wants to know if he's safe here or not.

"No! You were right to. I mean Al, is he-" Wayne is searching Eddie's eyes for answers. "Is he hurtin' you?" Wayne crosses his arms but then quickly uncrosses them. Clearly uncomfortable, nervous. And it's making Eddie feel that way too.

"Yeah." Eddie admits into the quiet of the room softened only by the sound of rain pattering against the roof. Wayne exhales and rubs his face.

"Fuckin' bastard." Wayne mutters under his breath. "He's a piece of shit, I'm so sorry kid." Eddie just nods, agreeing. "It's uh... Edward right?" Wayne asks coyly. Eddie wonders when Wayne last talked to Al.

"I go by Eddie," he quickly amends.

"Eddie, alright. It's nice to finally meet you then, Eddie." Wayne roots around in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes before thinking better of it and tucking it back into his pocket.

"You can smoke around me, I'm used to it." Eddie shrugs and leans against the wall.

"Yeah well you shouldn't be." Wayne grumbles. He rubs his hands together and claps. "Okay so I only got one bed. I'm gonna wash the sheets and then you can take it tonight. I'll sleep on the recliner there until we figure out somethin' better. That sound okay by you?"

"No! I don't want to take your bed-"

"Just temporarily kid, s'alright. But first let's get you some food. You're as thin as store-bought thread." Wayne grabs a pair of keys off the kitchen counter and jingles them playfully.

"I don't have much around here, so lets go to the diner and then get some groceries on the way back, how's that?" He asks. Eddie nods in agreement.

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"He took me to go get blueberry pancakes. It kinda became a tradition. To get blueberry pancakes any time I had a real bad day." Eddie shares while petting Steve's damp hair.

"What made you leave home that Friday? Before the school year was over?" Steve asks, seemingly distracted from his own problems which is what Eddie was aiming for.

"Al's girlfriend found out I was..." Eddie gestures between the two of them, "you know. She was constantly holding it over my head. Said she was gonna tell him. I didn't want to find out what would happen when she did."

"And he never came looking for you?" Steve furrows his brow. Eddie smooths it over with his thumb.

"I dunno. Maybe he talked to Wayne. But eventually we found out he was sent off to prison for grand theft. He's such a disaster, my god." Eddie sighs and tilts Steve's face up towards him. "Do you want to go get blueberry pancakes, Angel? It's been a day, huh?"

"I'm so sorry to say this, Eds, but I hate blueberry pancakes." Steve shrugs the blanket off his shoulders. Eddie gasps in horror.

"You dare speak ill of my comfort food, Steve Harrington?" Eddie dramatically responds, pushing his forehead against Steve's. Steve smiles and pushes him back.

"I like chocolate chip though." Steve tries to amend. And Eddie nods in understanding.

"Okay princess, let's go get you some chocolate chip pancakes. Can I invite Wayne?" Eddie starts tearing off his pajamas and scrambling around the room for outside clothes.

"Yeah, of course Wayne can come." Steve sighs and lays back on the bed looking much more like himself than he did when he got here.

"'Kay one sec," Eddie pulls on his favorite Judas Priest shirt while he stumbles back out into the living room. "Hey old man?"

Wayne looks up from the TV at Eddie. "Everything alright?" He lowers the volume again, even though it wasn't all that loud to begin with. Wayne always does this, it's like he can't think while something is playing in the background. It's impossible to add commentary when they're watching TV together because he'll either not process what Eddie said or not catch what the TV did.

"Yeah. We were thinking of going to the diner for pancakes, it's been a day. You coming?" Eddie combs his fingers through his hair realizing he probably still has bed head. Wayne looks up at him with shiny eyes.

"I'm proud of you, y'know?" Wayne whispers. This catches Eddie off guard.

"What? For what?" Eddie crosses his arm. Doesn't like when Wayne gets sappy.

"Being a decent kid. Taking care of people the way you do." Wayne gets up and reaches for his keys just like he did in '77. "Real glad you found me when ya did, son."

"Likewise, Uncle Wayne"

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #uncle wayne #wayne munson #wayne munson is a good parent #steddie fluff #steddie fic rec #steddie microfic

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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i love how you write for leo! could you write an hc of him dating a daughter of dionysus?? thank you sm <3

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of dionysus! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of dionysus! reader hcs warning: cursing probs but we keepin it clean today apprently author's note: as always, i get so scared to start these and then i start and it just spews out of me. so much fun but literally starting is worse than anything else fr

i just know you two go HARD together like aint nobody silly goose like YOU TWO silly goose

just two people in love trying to have the best time all the time

what could be better than that??

you guys just feed off each other's crazy energy

"...what do you think would happen if you fake proposed to me in this raising canes rn??"

"...wanna find out??"

like you guys be doing crazy stupid shit just for shits and giggles

and then you come back to camp and bounce up to your father like

"guess what guess what guess what-"

"what, honey?"

"LEO AND I JUST WENT SKY DIVING!!"

cue diet coke being spit everywhere

tho mr d really has no problems with leo

obvi he would love it if no one dated his daughter but honestly...he's grateful it's leo out of all the kids at camp half blood

and when you and leo nervously walked up to him to break the news, bro didn't even react

"dad...leo and i are dating. i know, i know, you don't like him-"

"nah, he's a good kid. we're good."

"...what?"

"what, what? it's not he's intimidating or dangerous or anything. the kids as thick as my pinky-"

"DAD!"

"IT'S TRUE?!?!?"

leo still thinks about that late at night fr

it be haunting his dreams

the pranks you two pull go crazy stupid

like, shit people shouldn't even be thinking of, let alone executing

how you guys managed to fill the whole ares cabin with ball pit balls without anyone knowing until dinner was over is still a mystery to everyone at camp

mr. d always pretends to turn a blind eye when this happens, his daughters #1 supporter

"mr. d, you literally just saw her dump that bucket of paint on me!!"

"who? what? do you hear something? i should really get my ears cleaned out-"

"mr. d!!"

"imagine that, the god of insanity is starting to hear voices in his head. weird."

he's always gonna look out for his little girl (I deserved this from my own father but that’s totally not important and that sentence totally doesn’t make me want to cry-)

if he so much as senses you and leo got into a fight, it's over for leo

he's done for

a goner

toast

one foot in the grave

mr. d will drag that boy by his ear to you, forcing him to apologize, even if you were in the wrong

bro does not care, you can do no wrong in his eyes

"dad, i just killed someone," you said once, glancing up at him over your poker cards, testing to see what he'd say

"well, are you asking for help or advice?" he replied without batting an eye, reaching for his cup and taking a sip

the real ride or die of this story

you and leo are quickly labeled the craziest couple at camp

a title worn so proudly

bc you both know it doesn't matter what other people say about you two

you're having the best time with your best friend and lover at the same time

win win situation if you ask me

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #leo valdez x reader

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sc0tters · 7 months

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All For Us - Nico Hischier & Jack Hughes

summary: when Jack walks in on you and your boyfriend things that a turn when he is invited in to join.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and male receiving), swearing, mild use of degradation (slut mentioned once).

word count: 2.71k

authors note: this was an idea I’ve been working on for days and I loved it. If nobody asks for that bucket list part I might actually cry… Kei this is the full thing of what I’ve been showing you! Part of me thinks I’ve forgotten how to write smut so if this was shit I’m sorry!

Nico swore you were his little goddess.

It seemed like everything he threw in your direction you succeeded at, and this was no different. With the team making playoffs Nico felt like it was his job to host the celebration for it.

And who better to be in charge of planning than his girlfriend of eight months, you. Luckily for Nico it was a job that you always did well at but tonight you seemed to hit it out of the park “you did so good baby.” Nico mumbled into your ear as his lips nipped at your neck.

The two of you were stood in the back of your shared apartment watching as his teammates interacted with their girlfriends, wives and other teammates “stop it Neeks.” You warned sending your boyfriend a serious look as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

You had been on your period for the last week and the week before that the boys were away for ten days. So to say that Nico felt deprived and horny “nobody would notice if we just went back to our bedroom.” The captain pointed out tracing his fingers on your stomach as it sent shivers up your spine.

It made you shiver “behave,” you shook your head pulling his arms off of your stomach as you stepped away “hi Jacky.” You smiled locking eyes with younger hockey player as he walked back inside of the apartment.

Jack tried to hide the fact that he had a crush on you “h-hi,” he stuttered cheeks turning pink.

The boy never said that he was good at hiding that. But in Jacks defence he was actually the one who introduced you to Nico when you were still in college working as a bartender in your free time “baby don’t punish me!” Nico groaned watching you wrap your arm around Jacks.

You turned your head to face your boyfriend as you stuck your tongue out at him “so what have you been up to?” You asked giving the Hughes boy your attention once more.

Part of you would have been proud to say that you lasted two hours before Nico’s advances came out on top “don’t you want me to make you feel so good?” Nico proposed digging his thumbs into your sides causing you to let out a whimper “you think you can get through this in twenty minutes?” You shot back scratching his jaw as you leaned against the counter.

It made the boy scoff “I could make you come in two.” He mumbled into your ear as you pushed off of the counter “gonna hold you to that.” You wanted to hate how Nico could get you feeling horny but as he pushed your buttons you knew you loved how well he knew you.

Nico smirked as you locked your hand with his “not a word,” you grumbled shaking your head as you pulled him in the direction of your room.

You sent one final look to your friends who were all so focused on themselves “think you can be quiet?” You asked making your boyfriend laugh.

His hands were on your hips as he pushed you past the door letting it shut behind you “you’re the one who is going to fucking scream.” Nico’s warning made your thighs clench together.

As you both made your way into your bedroom you dropped to your knees grabbing at his belt “uh uh baby,” Nico clicked his tongue as he took your hands in his “said this was for you.” The hockey player mumbled placing his hands on your shoulders giving you a soft push before your knees hit the corner of your bed forcing your upper body to land on the mattress with a bounce.

Nico took in the sight of your body as he smiled letting his fingers dance over the waist of your shorts “don’t tease me Neeks,” you begged getting cut off as his lips hit yours.

He swore he was going to melt tasting your cherry lipgloss on your lips “so fucking pretty.” Nico gasped pulling away as he went to focus his attention in your shorts.

You didn’t know what to grab as he hooked his finger in the band of your shorts taking your panties with it letting the fabric drag along your legs “so pretty.” The hockey player repeated blowing warm air on your slit as he went face to face with it “don’t make me wait.” You whined trying to drive your pussy in the direction of his face.

The hockey player rolled his eyes wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer to him “don’t start thinking you’re in charge all of a sudden.” Nico warned not giving you enough time to argue back before he let his tongue lay flat against your slit as he licked the line from your pussy to your clit.

You gasped locking your fingers in his hair “oh god,” your eyes went wide as he sucked at your sensitive nub “it’s just me baby.” Nico spoke against your core sending shivers up your body.

That accompanied by his fingers that began to thrust into your pussy made you moan “don’t stop.” You begged grinding your hips against his face.

The sound of him sucking on your clit was like music to your ears as it was accompanied by his gaze that you felt in your soul “want you to look at me.” The boy mumbled punching your clit with his other fingers so you’d look at him “fuck Neeks.” You cried only begin able to watch him for a few seconds when his tongue went back to working on your clit.

After only a few weeks of being sexually active with you Nico learnt that the way to get you to your high the fastest was to have you watch him eat you out. There was something about having him stare back at you that made you come so much quicker “they can’t hear you over the music baby.” He reminding you as your hand slapped over your mouth.

As much as Nico wanted you to go all night he knew he only had a few minutes before someone would start thinking things “I’m gonna come.” You announced driving your head into the mattress as your hands gripped at the sheet beneath you.

It made Nico smile “let go for me baby,” his words were like music to your ears as you cried out in pleasure with your body shaking as you came.

Like always Nico helped you through it before you pulled his head up from between your thighs “you did so good baby,” he cooed capturing your lips in a kiss as you moaned teasing your release on his tongue.

The moment was one of many that you two usually shared after sex “oh shoot,” the door to your bedroom opened causing you both to whip your heads around to see Jack stood at your door “I should call you back.” He added quickly hanging up the phone as you two locked eyes with him.

It didn’t take Jack long to see that you weren’t wearing panties making his cheeks grow red as he froze with fear “you want him to stay for round two?” Nico asked turning his attention back to you.

Nico wasn’t one for sharing usually so it surprised you “really?” You cocked your head as he smirked “know you wanted a threesome for a while now.” Nico let his lips move down your neck “who better than to have it be the boy with a crush on you?” His words sent a chill down Jacks spine.

He had been caught.

You sent Jack a smile “why don’t you shut the door and come in?” You cocked your head being all friendly as Nico got up “you can suck him off.” Your boyfriend explained as he pecked your lips “this pussy is off limits,” he explained cupping your core as you gasped.

Jack almost felt jealous seeing how your boyfriend didn’t have to try hard to make you feel as good as he did “you’re gonna work for your second one tonight.” Nico’s words made you smile. You were getting your second favourite position tonight.

Reverse cowgirl was arguably one of your favourites as he had you bouncing your ass on his lower stomach as his fingers dug so hard into your sides you swore you were going to have bruises the next day.

As Jack walked closer you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt as you kissed his lips. It was softer than what you were used to with Nico but you also thought that the boy was probably holding back because your boyfriend was watching you “help him get undressed baby.” Nico ordered from behind you as he now lay naked on your bed.

You got off of your bed as you smiled “not fair having so many items on now is it?” You asked batting your eyelashes at him “fuck no.” Jack grunted as your hands undid his belt.

There was minimal lipgloss left on your lips but it had now been replaced by your come that Nico had on his tongue “you’re so hot.” The younger boys confession made you smile as his boxers hit the floor revealing his cock that hit his torso. From behind you the sound of Nico’s soft grunts could be heard as he obviously found this situation hot.

Jacks shirt was the last thing to go as you threw it across the room before he cupped your cheeks pulling you into another kiss “think you’re in too much now.” His voice was low as you raised your arms letting him pull your shirt over your head leaving you in your red bra that Nico loved “my dirty little slut knew she was gonna get fucked didn’t she?” Nicos voice reminded you that he was there.

You nodded letting out a whimper when Jack used one hand to undo your bra “fuck me.” His eyes went wide seeing your pierced nipple.

It was a surprise for Nico during one of the road trips “she loves getting her nipples sucked.” Nicos words shot to your core as you rubbed your thighs together watching Jack lower his head to wrap his lips around your nipple “fuck Jack,” you moaned tugging your fingers in his hair.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak letting the taste of the titanium bar linger on his tongue before he decided that he had enough “go sit on your boyfriends cock f’me.” He ordered taking you by surprise.

Nico let out a grunt when you didn’t move “listen to him princess when he tells you to do something.” Your boyfriends words made you turn around to him as you nodded making your way back over to the Swiss man on your bed.

You swung you leg over his torso bringing his cock up to tease your clit before you let your warm pussy sink down onto his cock swallowing it whole “fuck baby.” Nico moaned digging his fingers into your hips as you began to bounce on his cock.

Jack watched the situation in awe “c’mere Jack,” you whimpered opening your eyes as your hands gripped at your boyfriends thighs beneath you.

The Hughes boy made his way to you stopping between his captains legs “you think it’s hot watching your captain fuck his girlfriend?” You asked barely getting the words out before a moan left your lips hearing Nico grunt from behind you.

You ran your hand over his cock palming it as you waited for an answer “so hot,” he gasped when you removed your hand “don’t tease me,” Jack warned at your little kitten licks at his cock.

A smirk on your face was short lived when Nico landed a smack to your ass “when he asks you to do something baby you do it.” Nico ordered causing you to nod “sorry Neeks.” You mumbled letting your lips form a pout.

Your boyfriend laughed “don’t apologise to me,” he shook his head “apologise to the boy you’re about to suck off.” His coarse voice made you clench around his cock.

Jack ran his fingers through your hair as they formed a makeshift ponytail at the base of your hair “‘m sorry Jack.” You frowned continuing to bounce on your boyfriends cock “you know how to make it up to me pretty girl.” Jack voice had your pussy squeezing around your Nico’s cock as your lips wrapped around Jack’s.

The Hughes boy let out a grunt “see how lucky I am Jack?” Nico asked turning his attention to his teammate who was enjoying how your mouth took his cock.

Jack nodded seeing how you looked through your eyelashes “makes me feel spoilt knowing that I get this everyday.” Nico smirked as your moan was swallowed by Jack’s thrusts that went deeper into your throat “whenever I want.” He added clearly wanting to remind his teammate that you were still Nico’s and that he was sharing you for the night.

You honestly had to make a mental note to make Nico jealous sometime if he was going to talk like that as he fucked you as dirty talk was a totally new territory for you two “would have kept her a secret.” Jack confessed as you swirled his cock around with your tongue.

Nico let out a laugh “had to give my girl what she wanted.” Nico found your sex bucket list a month into your relationship and he decided that he would spend the rest of it helping you tick things off. The next thing on the list was sex in a public space and he had just the idea for that.

Both boys went quiet shortly after that as it was clear you were getting close as you were still sensitive from your first orgasm “you getting close baby?” Nico grunted feeling you clench around his throbbing cock.

Your head bobbed Jack’s as you nodded letting out a whine “just a little bit longer,” Jack was getting close but it seemed that neither boy wanted to come before you.

The air in the room was hot as the sound of skin slapping and male grunts bounced off of the walls “fuck baby.” Nico groaned hearing your gurgles around his teammates cock.

Neither boy thought that they could last much longer “I’m gonna come,” you cried feeling your vision go blurry.

Jack took over thrusting his cock into his hand “come on my face.” You barely got those words out coherently as Nico practically fucked you into oblivion.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck as your body shuddered “shit baby,” Nico was right behind you as your pussy clenched around him squeezing his cock as he shot his release into your pussy.

That finally gave Jack the green light as he shot his hot ropes of release spurting it onto your face with most of it landing in your mouth “swallow it baby.” Nico ordered smiling as you listened to him before you stuck your tongue out to show both boys that you had listened.

Nico slid his cock out of you placing you onto the bed as he got up “I’m gonna put you in the bath tell everyone you weren’t feeling well.” Nico explained seeing as your fucked out look was no state for you to be interacting with your friends.

You nodded sending Jack a smile as Nico picked you up “have a nice night Jack.” You send him a salute as Nico made his way to the bath tub that sat in your bathroom.

It had been about twenty minutes since Nico went back outside that he then came back into your bedroom “you have fun tonight?” Nico asked crouching down next to your bath.

Often times when he came back from road trips he’d sit by the tub catching you up on whatever the team did “thanks for letting that happen.” You nodded puckering your lips as you signalled that you wanted one “for you I’ll complete that list in a heartbeat.” Nico listened to your request as he pecked your lips.

“So what should we do next then?”

#nico hischier smut #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #jack hughes smut #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #amber writes fics

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blueicequeen19 · 11 months

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Who’s It Going to Be?

Warnings: non-con, forced oral, dry humping, cum play

I gasp as Rafe’s fingers tighten around the column of my throat. I couldn’t scream or fight him. He was so much taller and stronger than me with a murderous look in his eyes as he searched my face for answers that I couldn’t give him.

“Don’t lie to me.” Rafe hisses, slamming my back against the wall of apartment and making the pictures on the wall rattle.

“I want to know where your sister is and you’re going to fucking tell me.” Rafe snarls, loosening his bruising grip long enough for me to suck in a painful breath. I open my mouth but he cuts me off, squeezing my windpipe again.

“She owes me a lot of money. A lot. So I’m not dumb enough to think she’s actually still on the island so where did she go to?” Rafe snaps, pressing his body so hard against mine that I could feel every hard outline of him. Especially how hard his cock was straining in his shorts.

“I’m—not—telling—you—shit.” I bite out, my eyes filling with tears from the pain of his hold and lack of air. Rafe’s gaze darkens further as he glares back at me before letting his blue eyes trail down my body like I was a fucking bag of coke. That was the problem. Rafe was my sisters dealer and she stole from him.

“I guess I could offer you up to the cartel as payment instead. Your sister mentioned you being a stuck up little virgin. People pay big money for that.” It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on me. Fear sunk into my bones and I started to tremble, the tears starting to flow.

“Or I could keep you for myself. Make you earn back every fucking dollar she took from me.” Rafe licks his lips, reaching down to palm one of my breasts over my sleep shirt. I whimper, trying to swallow against the palm of his hand.

“What will it be? You? Or your sister?” Rafe snaps, finally moving his hungry graze back to my face. My bottom lip quivers as Rafe leans down and nips it with his teeth, gently sucking the flesh into his mouth before releasing it. I try to turn away but i can’t. I couldn’t call the cops without them involving my sister. It would only make things worse. I was screwed.

“I’m curious how those lips would look around my cock.” Rafe rasps, reaching down to adjust himself before lowering his zipper.

“I bet you’ve never sucked dick before. Let me show you.” Rafe pushes me to my knees and I sniffle, coming face to face with his massive erection.

“Rafe, I-I can’t.” I cry, leaning away as his tip weeps precum.

“Sure you can. Surely a little thief can suck a dick.” Rafe fists my hair with one hand and slaps his cock against my lips with the other. I squeeze my lips shut and he paints them with his precum with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Come on. Open up. I want to hear you choke.” Rafe rasps, slapping his cock against my lips again. He yanks hard on my hair, making me cry out so he can quickly shove himself down my throat. I immediately struggle and gag, trying to push away but he doesn’t let me; pinning me between him and the wall.

“Ah ah, watch those teeth. Relax your throat. You bite me and I’ll pop that ripe little cherry.” I slump in defeat, relaxing my throat and gagging as he starts to use my throat for his own pleasure.

“Oh fuck. That’s good. You’re doing so good. You might even be better at this then your sister.” Rafe groans, making me glare up at him. I can’t stop gagging but every time I think I’ll lose it, he pulls out just enough for the reflex to go away.

My eyes widen as his cock starts to throb and swell in my mouth. I’ve never given a blowjob let alone swallow someone’s cum. Just as I’m starting to panic, Rafe yanks free and yanks me to my feet, spinning me around and shoving my front against the wall.

“Rafe! Wait! Wait!” I cry as he yanks my sleep shirt over my shoulders and tears my panties down my legs. My legs nearly buckle as he presses against me, fitting his length perfectly between my cheeks and thrusting just as hard as he had in my throat.

“Fuck, it would take nothing for me to slip just a little lower and claim one of these little holes.” Rafe moans, plastering himself to my back as he dry humps me. Desire like I’d never felt before flooded my veins creating a painful throb between my legs.

“Would you like that? You wanna be my personal little fuck toy? You’re pretty when you cry.” Rafe nuzzles my neck, kissing and biting as he thrusts harder with pleasure filled grunts.

“No.” I hiss, just as his body slams harder against mine until he stills, his warmth shooting up my back and running back down the crack of my ass with a heavy sigh.

“You’re awfully wet for someone saying no.” Rafe growls, suddenly sliding two fingers through my slit. I jerk against him, zaps of pleasure shooting through me as he circles my clit. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s doing.

“Stop.” I bite out, trying to move out of his grasp.

“I’m just marking my territory. I want you to be covered and full of my cum one way or another.” Rafe growls, suddenly thrusting a cum coated finger into me. I gasp, trying to pull my hips away from him but he doesn’t loosen his hold on me. Next his finger finds its way into my ass and I cry out, the sensation foreign and unexpected.

“Stop it. I hate you.” I snarl, feeling him smile against my neck before biting me hard. A sob escapes as he sucks the tender flesh, marking me further.

“From here on out, I own you. You don’t talk to anyone else or go anywhere without my permission. I’ll fucking know and you won’t like what happens.” Rafe presses against my clit again and I jerk, hating the way my body is reacting to him. Rafe fists my hair, yanking back on the strands and capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, sealing my fate.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #obx2 #dark!rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #outerbanks rafe #dark rafe cameron #tw non con #dark content

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sunohws · 3 months

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fuck you - choi yeonjun

pairing: sub!yeonjun x dom!male!reader

synopsis: You find out Yeonjun has a degradation kink after an argument.

genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni.. degrading, semi-public sex, college au

word count: 0.8k words

a/n: yeonjun. i finally made smth for yeonjun. I CRIED FOR 2 DAYS JUST FOR THIS TO BE LIKE 800 WORDS. IM SO ASHAMED. I WANTED TO MAKE SMTH LONH AND UNFORGETTABLE FOR YEONJUN BUT I CANT CUS I GET FRUSTRATED..

im sorry its so short..

"You are so annoying, you know that?"

"Maybe you should cry about it."

"I don't know how you're even allowed to walk into this fucking college with that peanut brain."

"No swearing please Mr. Kim!" The teacher piped in, though she knew both students were much too caught up in their argument to listen to anyone.

"Oh my god, did you get any love as a child?"

"Apparently much more than you did."

"What shoes your mom got on?"

"Are you trying to get killed?"

"Try, you fucking lunatic."

"I'm not all bark like you are Babyboy I don't recommend saying shit like that."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

"Mr. Choi and Mr. Kim, would you please sit back down? I'd like to continue my class."

The looks she received was enough to nod her head and sit herself down, letting them continue. The entire class even looked entertained.

"You are just so entirely pathetic it's hard to even look at you."

"Oh really?"

Yeonjun looked a little taken aback, spitting out a "yes? you're so hopeless." You gave him an amused look, challenging almost. You leaned down, face coming terribly close to Yeonjun's ear so that no one else could possibly see what you were saying.

"Then why are you hard?" You whisper, lingering there for a second to watch Yeonjun's face go red. He sat down, faced forward, and told the teacher to continue with class. "Finally." She huffed, carrying out the lesson. Yeonjun put his head down on his desk, realizing he was actually hard. 'What the hell,' he thought.

He heard you laughing quietly, you were way too amused by this situation. Soon class ended, and Yeonjun was too embarrassed to say absolutely anything as he tried to silently leave the class. He checked to make sure you weren't following him, then slipped into an old janitor's closet. 'God I wish there was a lock on this fucker.'

He tried to go behind some buckets and such against the wall so if anyone did enter, he wouldn't automatically be caught. Yeonjun attempted to quietly palm himself, using majority of his brain power to not think about you. Maybe he really liked arguing. Maybe he really liked being littered with insults by a very gorgeous boy with rings and piercings and a soothing voice.

"So, yeonjunie has a degradation kink, hm?" Yeonjun's eyes flew open, seeing you standing tauntingly in front of him. "I don't have a-" You moved forward suddenly, flicking Yeonjun's chin up to meet your eyes. Your knee pressed in between his thighs.

"I really never took you for a slut, you know? You can't even stop yourself from moaning my name." Yeonjun choked on a moan, his head rolling back against the wall. "It just happened, okay? I would never like you like that you fucking creep" Your knee pressed against him more making Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You seem to be enjoying this a lot." You leaned in further, "Are you okay with this?" He eagerly nodded yes of course, finally admitting he wanted it. "Tell me if i go too far, please." You pulled Yeonjun forward to connect their lips, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other.

Yeonjun grabbed at your hand to force it onto his own throat, you got the message and lightly gripping his throat. You brought your other hand to palm at Yeonjun's dick that was still hanging out for some reason. Yeonjun whined loudly, his head banging against the wall roughly every time he threw it back.

"You like pain too, hm, whore?" You said against his skin, biting on the soft flesh. Yeonjun couldn't stop shivering and groaning. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, starting to pump at the base. "How pathetic, you're so hard for me?"

Yeonjun moaned purely at the words; tears were streaming down his face already from the stimulation. "Do you want me to suck your sad little cock, hm?" He nodded vigorously. "Words, Yeonjun."

"Yes, please! please y/n" He choked out. You slowly put the entire length into his mouth, Yeonjun rendered speechless as the moan was caught in his throat. You started to go faster, bobbing up and down until you could feel the back of your throat being hit. You gripped his thighs harshly, using all your might to bottom out each time.

"Oh my- oh my god, im-" Yeonjun suddenly came into your mouth, feeling embarrassed and scared that you might not have wanted that. Though, you swallowed every drop possible, wiping your chin and licking it off while making eye contact. You liked the bittersweet taste. Yeonjun swore he could get hard purely off of that sight alone, but he was still trying to catch his breath.

You re-did the black-haired boys' pants, making sure he was clean and okay to go back to class. Yeonjun brought their lips together again for a slower kiss once you got up.

"Fuck you." he spat, though smiling slightly.

"Name a time and place." you laughed, smiling as he left the closet.

I FINALLY WROTE SMTH FOR YEONJUN...

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