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slayfics · 5 months

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Katsuki gets caught being sweet to you.

You started to finally catch your breath being at the top of the hiking trail Katsuki had dragged you out too.

"Alright there, it's just us up here so tell me already. What the hell has been going on?"

"That's why you brought me out here?" You asked.

"Just tell me already, stop being so damn stubborn." He pried you impatiently.

"I told you I'm fine Bakugo, just busy like everyone else." You replied.

"Don't give me that shit. Do you think I'm stupid? The other extras are too dense to notice but I can see how exhausted you've been this whole week. So just tell me- what's going on," He said.

"You didn't need to drag me out here on a hike in freezing weather to do this, you know," You said, slightly irritated at Katsuki continuing to push you.

"Ugh- will you stop stalling and talk already," He yelled, causing you to let out an annoyed sigh. Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the view, his demeanor softening slightly. "You can talk to me, you know," he added, his voice lower and kinder than before.

You stayed looking at the view for a few more moments trying to figure out how to unpack everything that had been stressing you out. It wasn't like some big thing, but a summation of a bunch of little things that were beginning to become too challenging to manage.

A cold breeze blew by causing you to shiver. You wondered why Katsuki had insisted on bringing you up this mountain to talk to you. He could have pestered you in your dorm where it was warm.

Katsuki stole glances at you occasionally then focused back on the view not wanting to intimidate you too much from his glare. Hiking always helped him to clear his mind and gather his thoughts when they seemed too loud. He thought maybe it would help you too, and being away from all your classmates might make it easier for you to talk to him. At the very least it made it easier for Katsuki to be more vulnerable with you. He found it too daunting to express himself fully with all the attention of his classmates around. It was much easier being only in your company.

You took a deep breath, "I guess- it's just been hard to balance everything recently," You finally spoke, breaking the silence. Katsuki made it easy to open up to, as he had no problem sitting in silence for long extended periods. Others in your life felt the need to fill that silence with useless chatter which always prevented you from sitting in your emotions and being able to formulate them into words.

You took in another breath feeling a lump in your throat form. You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on for fear of opening up the flood of emotions and not being able to stop. Now here it was. You didn't want to cry on this fucking hill.

Katsuki patiently waited while you gathered your thoughts.

"It's just been so much and I've been barely keeping up. It's- been getting to me recently. I've been forgetting things I shouldn't. Being unusually upset at things that aren't that big of a deal- and I just- it's dumb." You cut yourself off afraid to say anymore.

"It's not dumb. Don't hold that shit in, it's not healthy," He said encouraging you to keep talking.

You sighed, "I just... know that it could be way worse, and I've been through way worse so- I feel so irritated at myself. What I'm going through now isn't something I can't handle. I know that. So why do I feel so fucking exhausted with everything," You replied wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"Hmm," Katsuki grunted, processing what you said. "You know, it's ok to be tired, and- to not be perfect. You can't just deny yourself from feeling overwhelmed because it could be worse. If you're exhausted now then those feelings are real- and it's ok to have them," He spoke.

You looked down at the view watching the distant cars pass, "Thanks," You managed to say taking another deep breath.

"You shouldn't wait to handle them until they explode either. Trust me, I know what that's like," He said, causing you to let out a small giggle. "You're too damn hard on yourself you know that?"

You let out a full laugh, "Oh that's pretty good coming from you. You're the pro at having too high expectations for yourself," you laughed.

You and Katsuki were wrapped up in your conversation causing you not to notice approaching classmates in the distance. Mina and Eijiro had also decided to come up the hill after class and spotted both of you in the distance.

"That looks like we shouldn't interrupt," Eijiro said.

"Yeah," Mina agreed. "But maybe... we could get a little closer to make sure everything is ok?" She said, pulling Eijiro into the bushes to spy on you and Katsuki. Eijiro was highly against the plan but was unable to protest for fear of you two hearing.

"Yeah I know I have high expectations for myself... that's why I know what it fucking looks like when you're being too hard on yourself. So- tonight I'm coming to your dorm and, I'm making sure you get to bed at a reasonable fucking time."

Mina's eyes widened as she looked at Eijiro, "Coming to their dorm?!" She whispered, and Eijrio covered her mouth, silencing her.

"You mean Grandpa time at 9 p.m.?"

"Shut up! 9 p.m. is late as hell! You damn idiots just don't know how to have a good sleep schedule! Look I'm making sure you get some sleep and tomorrow I'm taking you out. So- figure out where you want to eat, I don't care where. And I'm not letting you say no you need a break," Katsuki replied.

"You don't have to do that Bakugo."

"Of course, I don't have to but, I want to. So just shut up and let me take care of you ok. You better not be afraid to order enough food this time either! I'm buying so- just get whatever you want, alright?"

"Ok ok," You laughed, feeling your mood brighten.

"Next time, just tell me when you're having a bad day or something. Stop making me drag it out of you. I- worry about you, you know? Now let's go back to the dorms. I see you shivering," He said, beginning to walk back down the hill.

Mina squirmed again under Eijiro's hand, keeping her silent. Her eyes said it all. She was in disbelief at Katsuki's words.

"Here," Katsuki said, holding his hand out and offering it to you. "I'll warm your hand with my quirk," he said.

You grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.

"Don't dare say anything about how sweaty my hands are!" He barked.

You giggled, "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care Bakugo. It's part of your quirk, and your quirk is amazing you shouldn't be self-conscious about it. Besides, I'm always happy to hold your hand," You said as you two walked down the mountain.

"Tch whatever," Katsuki grumbled looking away from you as a small tint grew on his cheeks.

Finally, when you and Katsuki were far enough down the hill, Eijiro released Mina.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Mina exclaimed.

"Shh shhh," Eijiro pleaded.

"WHAT- He wants to take care of them?!? OH MY GOD! They are totally dating right?! That's what he said he's taking them out to eat! And he's sneaking into their dorm! Wait wait- when they held hands it sounded like that had before! AND AND BAKUGO WAS TOTALLY BLUSHING! NO WAY!" Mina said looking like she might pass out from all this information.

"Ashido relax, we shouldn't have heard any of that!" Eijiro replied.

"Yeah but but-" Mina exclaimed, her head spinning. "Who knew Baklugo could actually be so sweet! I can't wait to tell Jiro-" She said, pulling out her phone.

"NO!" Eijiro said, grabbing her phone from her. "Uh- sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh but- you can't tell anyone what we heard ok?" Eijiro said.

"WHAT?! I just heard Bakugo being the sweetest boyfriend ever and you expect me not to say anything about that?!"

"YES!" Eijiro yelled. "Look they both like their privacy and there is a reason they were all the way up here talking, Ashido. I think we should keep this a secret and let them do things at their own pace ok?" He said, handing Mina back her phone.

"UGH-" She exclaimed letting out a big sigh. "I guess you're right... but wow who would have thought Bakugo could be a decent person much less a good boyfriend." She said.

Eijiro just shrugged at her words, "I don't know he's not a bad guy like you all make him out to be you know."

"Wait! You totally already knew didn't you!" Mina said, slapping Eijiro's shoulder.

"Hey! I mean- Bakugo is my best friend you know, so yeah I did..." He answered truthfully.

"You suck! Keeping secrets like that from me!" Mina said playfully, waving a finger at him.

"I'm sorry, but it's their business you know?" He said.

"Yeah I understand, guess we should go back to the dorms too now," Mina suggested.

"Yeah it is pretty cold up here, let's go." He agreed as they both started to walk down the hill. "I don't have Bakugo's quirk or anything but- if you're cold you can hold my hand too if you want," Eijiro suggested.

Mina's face tinted a darker pink as she reached out and grabbed Eijiro's hand.

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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“Hey Keith.”

Keith, who is not a twelve year old child, easily ignores Lance’s dramatic flop forward, arms hooked over the back of the couch. He glances out of the corner of his eye and finds Lance already looking at him. He grins when he notices Keith looking. Keith rolls his eyes, not even bothering to try and tamp down his own smile.

“Keith,” Lance says again.

“Mm,” Keith responds.

Lance doesn’t say anything for a moment. Keith can hear his legs kicking. He’s so fucking — he’s so fucking. Ugh. Keith is going to — bite him, or something.

Lance hums, dark eyes tracing over the other people in the room. There’s something Keith can’t name in his expression, something sharp in those deep browns that Keith recognises; the look he gets when he lines up a perfect shot, when he stands grinning in the middle of the training room pointing his broadsword at Keith in challenge, when he leans in close, breaths heavy and teeth clamped lightly on the lobe of his ear. There’s amusement, there; mischief.

“Keith,” Lance says again, face schooled into something prim and serious — but his eyes don’t change. Keith hides a smile. “You need a boyfriend.”

Across the room, Shiro chokes. Pidge’s tablet clatters to the floor. Hunk’s jaw drops. Allura’s hand claps over her mouth. Coran, a notable outlier, watches them with a knowing smile.

Keith, suddenly, gets the game.

Like any of their planned missions, Keith plays along. He schools his face into something casual and unbothered, looking to the side with a shrug.

“Well, there’s this one guy I’m into.”

Some kind of deranged groaning noise eeks its way out of Shiro’s throat. Hunk appears to be praying for Lance’s soul. Keith is, suddenly, more amused than he’s ever been in his life.

“Oh?”

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches. Keith’s hand matches it, struck with the urge to press his thumb to his cupid’s bow.

“Mhm. He’s cute, but…very dumb.”

A strangled garb of a sentence comes from Pidge. She reaches out like she wants to pinch Lance’s mouth with secondhand mortification. The twitching of Lance’s mouth gets faster.

“No way!” he exclaims, comically surprised look on his face. “What’s his name?”

Coran snorts. Keith looks over at him, unable to hold back his smirk any longer.

“…Lance.”

Lance gasps. So does the rest of the room.

“He’s got the same name as me?” He presses his hand to his chest, a ridiculous caricature, now, mouth dropped exaggeratedly wide. “Nice!”

“For fuck’s sake!” Hunk curses. Shiro wheezes and falls to the floor. He twitches a little. Something must be going around. Coran laughs out loud.

Keith grins, wide and ridiculous and showing his teeth. Lance meets his smile, equally as unrestrained, and this isn’t how they talked about doing this but it’s a thousand times more fun and a million times funnier.

Keith looks away, making eye contact with Allura and winking. She looks at him like he has four heads.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. “He’s real cute. Curly hair, big brown eyes. One of those pretty boys.”

Lance scoffs. “Bet he’s ditzy, then.”

“Oh, a little. I love him, though. He makes me laugh.”

Lance does some dorky little half flip move, rolling over the back of the couch and landing with his head sprawled on Keith’s lap, grinning up at him.

“Does he?”

Keith hums, reaching down to run his fingers over Lance’s cheekbones, tracing the bump of his nose. “Yep.”

“Ugh. He sounds like the worst. You have garbage taste.”

“I dunno. I really, really love him.” He leans in close. His hair flips into Lance’s face, making his nose wrinkle. Keith laughs. “He makes me happy.”

“What the fuck is going on,” Shiro croaks.

Pidge nods frantically. “We’re in a mirror realm, we gotta be, something’s not —”

“You should date me instead,” Lance says. There’s a question in his eyes; a challenge.

They say, are we ready?

And Keith responds by brushing the hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks, and kissing him.

“About time,” Coran says.

Keith smiles, and kisses him harder.

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inhuman-obey-me · 9 months

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Human Nature

Word Count: 1330 Description: A sudden discussion about how humans blame demons for all their problems comes up one evening in the House of Lamentation. Turns out, demons don't like to be blamed for human nature. Characters, etc: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, MC -- with a little Asmo/MC at the end can be found on ao3 here

“What is it with you humans?”

You look up from your D.D.D. with a quirked brow, turning to Satan who seems to be wearing an expression of exasperation – at least, from what you can see while his nose is buried between pages of whatever it is he’s reading.

“What are you talking about?”

The demon slowly lowers the novel, now looking rather sheepish. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean that in relation to you, it’s just,” He gestures to the viridian book in his grasp, “I get so tired of reading stories where humans blame demons for all of their problems.”

“Oh, don’t get me started!” Mammon butts in, still laying upside-down on one of the other sofas in the common room as he scrolls mindlessly through Akuzon on his phone, sunglasses nearly falling off his head to the floor. “Forget just humans in stories, they do that shit all the time in real-life, too!”

“Mammon, you probably have caused plenty of problems for humans.” Leviathan doesn’t even look up from his game, his fingers furiously pressing and pushing buttons with a loud click-clack-click that’s slightly maddening.

“And ya haven’t?!” The second-born nearly tosses his phone as he twists to point an accusing finger at the other. “As if ya don’t get all smug about your name bein’ all over the damn place!”

“H-Hey, it’s not my fault people are into sea monsters – oh come on!” The melody for GAME OVER. “B-but even with a good-for-nothing demon like me, humans like to create all kinds of stories and legends.”

Shifting in your seat, you look around the room in amusement. “I mean, the stories had to come from somewhere, right? A sliver of truth in every lie, and all that.”

“Sure, some of the stories have merit. Demons have influenced plenty of people, us included.” Satan shakes his head, placing the book to the side as he straightens up in his seat. “But there are humans who think any and all terrible things done by their own kind are somehow our fault.”

“Right, like I’m not responsible for every greedy human who screws others over.” Mammon shoots the third-born a glare to stop him from interrupting. “But then ya got some humans going on about bein’ influenced by the devil, or demonic possession.”

“Aww, I haven’t done a possession in so long!” Asmodeus enters the room with a rather woeful expression, dropping a shopping bag onto a table before twirling around, a gleeful grin replacing his pout. “Now, what fascinating discussion are we all having here, hm?”

“About how some humans blame demons for everything bad that happens.” You answer, resting a hand in your chin as you look at the Avatar of Lust with curiosity. “What are your feelings on that, Asmo?”

“My feelings?” He places a hand on his chest, fingers splayed over his heart as a shadow of ire falls on his features. “Ugh, I’d say that humans are totally full of themselves!”

“That’s rich coming from you, Asmo.” Satan rolls his eyes, earning an offended gasp from the fifth-born.

“But it’s natural for me, I mean who wouldn’t be if they had a chance to be me?” Asmodeus perches on the armrest of one of the sofas, one leg crossed over the other. “It’s true, though. I mean, I love playing games with some humans and all, but so much of that is in the past!”

“Asmo, you still try to pull things all the time.” Leviathan huffs, ignoring his younger brother’s sharp look. “You probably aren’t helping.”

“Excuse me, I don’t want to hear that from you, Levi. You’re the one who summons Lotan at the drop of a hat!” Asmodeus waves off the other’s protest, turning to look at you – you, who have just been sitting back and enjoying the conversation unfolding. “Us demons like to feed off all the negative energy that humans can produce, but that’s the thing – a lot of it comes from humans themselves!”

Satan hums in agreement, also fixing his gaze on you now. “For example, we all in this room can sense if you’re feeling a really strong urge in our particular sin and even contribute to it, but we’re the Avatars, and we have pacts. Your average demon out there can tempt all they want, but temptation works best on humans that already have a proclivity to the sin or act in question.”

“And a lot of the lil’ guys you see here, those real low-level demons? They’re manifestations of humans’ sins and negative energy. Meanin’ humans technically made ‘em!” Mammon is sitting up now, adjusting the sunglasses on his head as he leans on one knee. “So really, humans are to blame for those annoyin’ pests.”

“I’m not arguing that.” You nod, remembering learning some of this in classes at RAD. “Well, I’m not really arguing anything, but I didn’t realize you all felt so strongly about this.”

“Don’t get us wrong, we’re used to it. I mean, we’re demons, we have a reputation for a reason.” Leviathan shrugs, his focus going back to his console. “It’s more like a pet peeve.”

“Just like how humans think angels are all innocent and good.” Satan’s words get a round of snickers from the room. “If a human really wants to blame everything bad on us, so be it. But then they only have themselves to blame if we lean into it.”

It’s then that you remember hearing a story about Satan – a time where some human parents got angry and accused him of scaring their child, even though all he had done was return the child’s smile with his own. He ended up traumatizing the humans with his own anger, having them crying and begging on the floor for forgiveness, much to his delight.

You wonder, had those humans even believed in demons before then?

What of your own wrath? Your envy? Your greed? All of those feelings existed in you long before you came to the Devildom, and there were plenty of times you acted on them both then and now. Has it gotten worse since you’ve been here? It was hard to tell, though you did know the brothers’ got rather pleased when you did find yourself having a burst of pride, of desire. Who was feeding off of who?

“I guess,” you muse aloud, “we’re all connected a lot more than we realize.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Satan hummed. “We just like to give humans a little push, now and then. Give them a taste of freedom, of what they want. After that, it’s really up to them what they do. If they choose the path that benefits us, well, we can’t complain.”

“Oh, what humans will do to get what they desire!” Asmodeus dramatically leans off of his perch, putting an arm around your shoulder. He gives you a rather mischievous look, lips curled into a smirk as he turns your chin towards him. “So, tell me, hon – can I tempt you into anything tonight?”

“Get your damn claws off them, Asmo!” Before you can answer, Mammon is already up on his feet and growling at the sight. “You really think you can pull that with all of us here?”

“Y-yeah, you can’t even charm them!” Leviathan voices his envy. “PDA Police!! Stop touching them!”

As the room erupts into familiar and frustrating arguments, you can’t help but feel some mischief swell in your chest – so you raise your voice.

“Why, yes, Asmo. You can tempt me to something tonight. Shall we?”

The brothers fall silent, even Asmodeus staring at you for a moment before his lips split into a fanged grin. “We most certainly shall!”

With a laugh, you find yourself running out of the room hand-in-hand with Asmodeus while the other three yell behind you.

“You little devil,” Asmodeus snickers as he pulls you along, throwing a glance your way.

With a grin, you respond:

“I’m only human.”

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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here's one of the prompts from this ask: presenting... camboy!Rafe

After yet another falling out with Ward, Rafe had to find some other way to make quick cash. He didn't expect to keep this virtual career going for over a year, growing to love the flattery and attention as much as his real-life hookups.

You're Sarah's best friend, a fellow kook-turned-pogue, and spent more time at the Cameron house than your own. This summer, Rafe travels back home from college and gets a little careless, so used to his private dorm where he didn't need to stifle any moans or dirty talk.

It's a late night by the pool, music plays from Kie's speaker and empty beer bottles litter the patio. John B and Sarah are cuddled by the stairs, chatting with Pope as JJ does his umpteenth cannonball, splashing you and Kie as you lounge on floaties.

Unfortunately, it's your turn to get more snacks and drinks. You begrudgingly trek through the big house, already a little inebriated. You gather chips, popcorn and beer on the shiny island counter before a loud noise catches your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow those strange noises and find yourself in front of Ward's office, the door just barely cracked open.

Rafe sits in his father's chair, pristine white shirt unbuttoned with a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Your eyes drift to his arm, the sleeves rolled up and muscles tense under his tanned skin. He murmurs something under his breath and you creep closer, trying to make out his words.

"Hm, is that so? You think you deserve my cock?" His pink lips stretch into a smug smirk, "you're gonna have to bend over my desk and show me where you want it."

The angle blocks his lower half, but you don't need to see it to know what he's doing—the jerking motions of his arm, the hitches in his breaths, and his blue gaze locked on the screen before him.

"If you beg real nice, I'll let you taste my cum. Shoot my load on your pretty face and claim you, maybe I'll even take a few pictures." Rafe groans heavily, his arm speeding up, "is that want you want? You wanna be daddy's little cumrag?"

For the next few days, you avoid him like the plague, but that's hard to do when it's his damn house. Every time he comes around, you slip away, muttering an excuse about going home or doing an errand. Sarah is the only one partly concerned since you were never at Rafe's throat like the rest of the Pogues.

Your luck had to run out at some point: he corners you at a kegger, you should've known he'd show up at the Boneyard with the rest of his friends.

"I've been back for a month and you haven't said more than three words to me."

You grip the solo cup tightly, nervously peering up at him, "hi, Rafe, how are you?"

He laughs, shaking his head. His new buzzcut makes him appear more rugged and confident. Ugh, he never used to make you weak in the knees, but now you're having trouble standing upright—hopefully, it's just the alcohol.

"I'd be better if you didn't look at me like I'm covered in blood. C'mon, you're Sarah's only friend that I can actually tolerate." He rolls his eyes, "don't tell me they turned you against me in a couple of months?"

me thinks... one thing leads to another and you're making out against his truck, your dress hiked up to your thighs as he hooks your knees around his hips. You pull away for a breath and his hand wraps around your throat, his wet lips trailing down to your jaw: "Is it bad that I want to get caught right now just to see the look on JJ's face?"

At the mention of your friends, you snap out of it and shove him away. Guilty and ashamed, you can't imagine what Sarah would think about you hooking up with her brother, and the rest of the Pogues definitely wouldn't be happy about it either.

You leave the party early and once again, avoid Rafe, going as far as faking sick when Sarah invites you over.

fast forward to the filthy stuff: don't even get me started on you starring in his cam shows. Rafe is all too eager to show his viewers every inch of you, how pretty you moan, how you melt with just the slighest of touches.

He's such a tease: he grinds his hard cock along your clothed cunt, showing his fans just how needy you get, "look at that, she's soaking her panties," he chuckles, reading the rush of comments on the laptop screen, "Yeah, she's gonna ruin them tonight—maybe we'll have a little fun and send them to the highest tipper. How's that sound, baby? You want a stranger owning your messy panties?"

He's obsessed with cum shots: he’ll cum on your pretty, tear-stained face or one of your used holes, "open wider for daddy." And of course, you obey, blinking up at him with his seed on your cheeks and lips. He leans down and spits, spreading his saliva and cum on your tongue, "such a good girl, you'd let me do anything to you, hm? You wanna show our fans how pretty you look right now?"

this au makes me very interested in Rafe's and reader's exhibitionist adventures 😳 ofc fooling around at the country club, mayhaps golf cart shenanigans, and definitely riding him in his truck... this will be a full fic 😌 or a collection of drabbles !! we'll see hehe

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Hi! Could we get a Eddie fic where it’s like a timeline throughout their relationship? How they first met, first date, engagement etc? Maybe even the first fight for some angst 👀😂

AN | Please! This idea is so sweet, but also I couldn’t help myself so this is singledad!eddie as well 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 5.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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The first time Eddie Munson met you…he didn't exactly like you. You just weren't his type in any sense of the word - not his type of friend, his type of girl, or his type of associate. He never would have thought that the two of you would have any sort of relationship. It would actually have been laughable to him, if someone had told him you’d be anything more than a bi-yearly presence in his life.

But here you were, the sweet, kind dental assistant that greeted him and his son as they walked into the new dental practice. As soon as Eddie had completed the new patient paperwork and was checked in, you walked up front and called out his son’s name.

The first thing Eddie had noticed was how pretty you were - he could own up to that but the second thing he noticed was how kind and gentle you were with his little boy. Jamie Munson was a small, shy little boy who had been terrified at the idea of going to the dentist. But you had some sort of magical power because the boy relaxed and came willingly with you, Eddie in tow. He had to hand it to you; you had a way with Jamie…and with him.

When it turned out that Jamie was having a bit of an issue with some of his permanent teeth that were coming in, he quickly realized that he was going to be seeing more of you. For some odd, unexplainable reason, thrilled and terrified him. There was something so magnetic about you that it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. It didn’t help that Jamie had practically fallen in love with you and thoroughly enjoyed telling anyone and everyone about the nice lady at the dentist.

To top it all off, Eddie found himself drawn to you as well, finding any and every excuse to talk to you whenever he was in the office. And to his surprise - and yours - he asked you out. It was fumbled and awkward and sweet, all Eddie and priceless. When you’d said yes without hesitation, Eddie had been shocked. When you told him that you had thought about asking him out as well, he was sure he was dreaming.

When you showed up to what turned out to be the first date of many, he was convinced he was living in a sweet, lavender haze.

But it was real, and you were real, and before either of you knew it - it had all become a vivid, beautiful reality.

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Your stomach was in knots as you waited for Eddie to pick you up for your date. Your first date. You never would have thought the metalhead would have one, felt the same as you did and two, actually ask you out. You were almost polar opposites, but you’d developed your attraction to him rather quickly. So quickly that it was almost scary. When he’d shyly asked you out, fumbling over his words and stammering nervously, as he got ready to leave with Jamie, you’d said yes almost instantly.

And…now you were anxiously waiting for him. You looked yourself over in the full length mirror, wondering if you were dressed too formally and or too casually. Your dress was light and pretty, perfect for the summer and you slipped on your shoes before you could talk yourself into changing. Before you could worry too much you heard a loud knock at the door.

“Ugh,” you groaned at your reflection before deciding you looked fine enough and quickly padding to the door. You threw it open without even making sure that it really was Eddie and found yourself breathless as you looked up at him. There was a big, nervous smile on his face and a pretty bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, “Eddie.”

“That’s me,” he chuckled nervously as you slowly stopped yourself from freaking out, “these are for you, sweetheart.”

“They’re beautiful,” you gently took them and clutched them to your chest, “thank you so much.”

“O-of course,” he followed you inside as you walked to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. He looked around, trying to get a feel for you who were outside of the scrubs and office, “you look really pretty.”

“Thank you,” your cheeks - your entire face - warmed up under his attention and concentrated your efforts on arranging your flowers, “you clean up nicely yourself, handsome.”

“Figured I had to try if I wanted to stand a chance of looking remotely like I should be taking you out,” you snorted in amusement at his silly antics. There was something about that was relaxing and made you feel like you’d already known him for so long. This was definitely something you could get used to, “but I’m glad I hit the mark.”

“More than,” you promised sweetly, “flowers and handsome? It’s coming up cherries already. Where are we headed tonight?”

“That’s a surprise!” he grinned eagerly, “if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s perfect, Eddie. Really,” your reassurance made him already feel like he had an actual chance with you, “let’s go!”

Eddie had been debating on what to do for your first date since he'd asked last week. He wasn't sure what angle he should take - fancy and formal or casual and fun - eventually he settled on just being himself. Being the fun, dorky Eddie that he was. Which turned out to be the best thing possible.

"No way!" Your eyes lit up when he pulled up to the arcade, and you saw all that it had to offer. He'd been watching your face the entire time, trying to gauge your reaction. He hoped you didn't think it was too much of a single dad move, like it was the only thing he could think of, "I am totally kicking your ass at mini-golf!"

That brought a smile to his face, "you wish, princess. I happen to be a mini-golfing pro - I can beat a five-year-old and I'll beat you too!"

"You're so on," you almost jumped out of the car, motioning for him to hurry up, "and you're going down at air hockey too!"

"You're just a dork too," he reached for your hand without having to think about it, worrying for a moment that he was being too bold, but realized when you laced your fingers with his, "I was thinking after this we could go to that new diner for dinner. I-if that sounds okay, of course."

"It's perfect," you couldn't stop yourself from kissing his cheek excitedly, "I couldn't think of anything better!"

And Eddie was positive he fell in love with you then and there.

When he dropped you off later that night, he could barely manage to keep it together. He hadn’t planned on kissing you, not because he didn’t want to because he really did, but because he had been so nervous. He didn’t want to fuck anything up; but then you went and kissed him of your own initiative and he almost melted into a puddle on your doorstep.

“I had a good time tonight,” you touched his cheek before kissing him one last time, “I…I’d love to do this again, if you’d like.”

“I’ve love to,” his cheeks pinked as he nodded eagerly, “d-definitely.”

“Cool,” you bit the inside of your cheek, butterflies fluttering all around your stomach, “call me?”

“Of course,” he promised softy, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart. Have a good night.”

“You too, Eddie,” you whispered, watching as he reluctantly stepped off your porch and towards his van, “good night.”

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You’d been with Eddie for just over two years now. It was hard to believe it had been that long already but at the same time it felt like it had been forever. The two of you had fallen into each other’s lives so seamlessly. One of the best parts was that the two of you almost never fought. But, like with everything in life, something had to give.

Eventually you were going to have your first fight. It was inevitable…right? Right.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie came home to find you in the kitchen, singing along to whatever record you’d thrown on the vintage player. The kitchen smelled delicious, clear evidence that you’d been baking which also made his stomach grumble, “something smells good.”

“Hey my love,” you grinned as you walked over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you leaned up to kiss him, “missed you today.”

“Missed you too,” he stole a few more kisses before eagerly eyeing the pie you had cooling on the counter, “it smells amazing.”

“Nuh uh,” you teased, “these are for the bake sale at Jamie’s school tomorrow. I’ll make us something later, promise.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically as you snorted in amusement, “where is the kiddo, anyway?”

“With the Carlstroms,” you turned back to mixing the brownie batter as Eddie raised an eyebrow, “they were going to the theme park and asked if he could go along so I said yes. He really likes Eric so I figured they’d have fun and I’d be able to get all this baking done. They’ll be back tonight.”

“You just let him go?” Edide asked and you could tell from the tone in his voice that something was off, “without even bothering to ask me?”

“Ummm…yeah?” you answered softly, giving him a sheepish shrug, “you were at work, and Jamie’s over at their house a lot so I figured it was okay. We know them, and I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“He’s my son,” he said quietly and your entire face fell as you realized what he was saying. You're not his mother, “you can’t just go and make decisions without me.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered nervously, feeling tears already well up in your eyes, “I-I didn’t mean to sidestep you or anything, I really didn’t think it was a big deal. I’m sorry, I should have asked you before just saying yes.”

“Didn’t think it was a big deal?” he scoffed, “what if something happened and I had no clue where he was? He’s just a kid!”

“Eddie-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head and started to back out of the kitchen, “I’m going to go outside and cool off.”

You watched him go without a word, tears running down your cheeks. You hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to hide your sniffle. If you thought, even remotely, that this would have been a big deal, you would have asked Eddie first. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal at all; you loved and adored Jamie as though he was your own son and you’d never do anything to put him even in the smallest bit of danger. You hoped that Eddie would understand that at some point. You loved both of them with your entire heart.

Eddie came back home a hours later, and while you had been worried, you knew that more than likely he had gone to Wayne’s place. That man could talk sense into him and if nothing else, he often served as a neutral third party.

By the time he got back, Jamie was already home, worn out from playing and being in the warm sun, inadvertently napping on the couch. Eddie relaxed when he saw the small boy, affectionately ruffling his hair before finding you.

“Hey,” he rapped his knuckles gently against the wall as he found you still baking. You turned to him with a nervous expression, a hesitant smile on your face.

“Hi,” you whispered as you stopped what you were doing and set the tray of cookies down, “listen, Eddie-”

“Hang on,” he gently interrupted you, stepping closer and reached out to gently touch your cheek, “before you say anything else, I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did or said what I did. I’m sorry…I hope you can forgive me.”

You softened from his words, leaning into his touch as he brushed his knuckles along your cheek, “I do…of course I do. But I am sorry for not checking in with you. You’re right too, you’re his dad and it wasn’t my place to make that decision.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I shouldn’t have said that either. Not how I did - I am his dad but you’re his mom. And it is your place to make decisions like that. I guess sometimes I still have a little bit of a hard time remembering that I’m not a single dad anymore, especially when I’ve got someone so brilliant and amazing and wonderful by my side.”

“Eddie-”

“I mean it,” he promised and you knew that he was speaking from the heart, “all of it. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him and hugging onto him like a koala, “so much. You and Jamie.”

“I know it and so does he,” Eddie sighed softly and pressed a kissed to the side of your head, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me back,” he chuckled nervously, “not kicking me right to the curb.”

“One little disagreement isn’t going to break us apart,” you insisted gently, “things like this are normal and they’re going to pop up every now and then. But we love each other and we’re a family, so we’re always going to work it out.”

“Of course,” the part of him that worried you would just leave when things got hard was always going to be there, even if just a little bit. But he knew, more than anything, that you were never going anywhere. You were it, you were his forever.

“Daddy? Mama?” Jamie padded into the kitchen and his sweet little voice made you melt. He started calling you that out of his own volition, and it had made you happier than anything. Eddie had panicked and wanted to make sure it was okay, but when you reassured him that it was more than okay, you both knew that this was it. You were a family, “can I have a cookie?”

You exchanged a look with Eddie and you both playfully rolled your eyes. You grabbed one of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and broke it in half, handing a piece to both of your boys, “there we are. Good?”

“Mhmm,” Jamie nodded through a mouthful of cookie, crumbs already on his face. The sight was too adorable.

“Perfect,” Eddie whispered as he looked into your eyes, “absolutely perfect.”

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You’d noticed that Eddie had been acting nervous all day. You wondered if something was wrong, with either him or Jamie, but didn’t say anything. The young boy had seemed fine when Eddie left to drop him off at school in the morning. But Eddie seemed jumpy and off all morning. You’d caught him off guard more than a few times and he looked like he’d committed some sort of crime. When you’d asked him what was wrong, he’d insisted that nothing was wrong but you could tell that he was lying; you knew him well enough by now. Your two-year anniversary was coming up soon and you basically knew him like a book. Which also meant that you knew he would come forward and tell you what was going on eventually.

But when you got home…things were still off.

As soon as you walked through the front door you let out a long sigh as you kicked off your shoes and set your purse down. It had been such a long day involving screaming and sick children, irate parents, and malfunctioning tools. All you had been dreaming of doing was coming home and relaxing with your two loves.

“Eddie?” you softly called out his name as you walked into the kitchen; something smelled delicious already and was practically making your mouth water. You found him standing at the counter, intently cutting up some vegetables. You leaned against the counter and looked at him with starry eyes, as he met your eyes and offered you a small smile in return, “hey handsome.”

“Hey baby,” you could see his shoulders relaxing as he turned to you and leaned in to kiss you. You leaned into his touch, and let him kiss you softly, practically melting into him. When he pulled back, you tenderly took his face in your hands and pressed a few more kisses to his lips. By the time you pulled back he was grinning at you with a pretty pink flush to his cheeks, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed dramatically, causing him to laugh fondly at your silly antics, “lemme take a shower and then I’ll be back to whine all about it.”

“It’s not whining,” he insisted as he often did, “and you know I’ll listen to you talk about anything and everything.”

“You’re a good man,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “hey, where’s Jamie?”

“He’s having a sleepover with Jasmine and Ryan over at the Harrington’s,” he explained and you nodded in understanding. You loved that Eddie and Steve were best friends and that their kids were growing up to be the same, “last minute thing, you know how kids are. It’s just us tonight.”

“Oh?” you raised an amusement as he snorted in amusement, “you know what that means-”

“It means you need to hurry up and shower and come back to me," he flourished his hand, before grabbing the knife and going back to chopping, "because tonight we won't be interrupted by a little visitor."

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or less!” you practically ran up the stairs to your bedroom, ripping off your clothes as you grabbed a fresh set of pajamas. It wasn't too late into the evening but you weren't about to put real clothes back on; instead you settled on the most comfy pajamas you had, which were a pair of Eddie's boxers and an old, cozy sweater. Definitely not the sexiest outfit but perfect for a quiet evening in.

By the time you made your way back downstairs over half an hour had passed and Eddie was dishing up dinner. Your eyes widened at the sweet gesture and it was then that you noticed the pretty vase with all of your favorite flowers on the dining table.

"Oh, my love," you were touched that your sweet, adorable goof of a boyfriend had remembered your favorites and done this for you, "this is amazing. You are amazing."

"I…" he trailed off as he looked you over, big brown eyes growing soft, "wow."

"What?" You looked down at yourself in confusion before turning back to him, "what's wrong?"

"You're so fuckin' beautiful,” your entire face felt like it was on fire from his sweet words. You shook your head, wondering what had gotten into him, but he immediately shook his head as though he could hear the words in your head. He reached over and gently took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his, “I mean it.”

“I’m wearing ratty old pajamas, my hair is wet, and I’m pretty sure I look like I haven’t slept in two weeks,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “but thank you.”

“You’re always beautiful,” he promised as he took your hand and pulled you towards the table. You sat down and watched as he set a plate full of all your favorites in front of you, followed by a freshly opened bottle of beer. He did the same for himself and sat down next to you, motioned for you to dig in, “I hope it’s okay. I know you’re the chef in the family but I tried.”

“Eddie,” he loved the way you said his name, almost like a prayer, so gentle and reverent, “you could have made boxed mac and cheese and I would have loved it. Thank you for this, seriously.”

“Anything for you, baby,” he insisted softly as you nodded, “you know that.”

“What’s the occasion?” you grabbed a forkful and shoved it into your mouth as he paled. You raised an eyebrow and swallowed it quickly, “for making all of my favorites.”

“N-nothing,” he said quickly, his voice climbing an octave. You knew that whatever had been on his mind earlier was clearly still stuck in there, “just wanted to do something special for my girl. Tell me about your day, baby. I’m guessing from your sigh that it was either bad kids or bad parents.”

“Both,” you groaned before launching into a full rundown of your day. Eddie listened intently, making you laugh when you needed it and otherwise providing a listening ear. When you finally got it all off your chest, feeling so much better than you had throughout the day, you asked Eddie about his day and listened just as he had.

The two of you just worked so well together, meshing into each other's lives as though it was always meant to be. And, you supposed, that’s exactly what it was.

After dinner, you cleaned up the kitchen before deciding that the whole evening called for some ice cream and a movie. Eddie even let you choose the film, and you settled on a romantic comedy that you’d been wanting to see. You knew it wasn’t his favorite, but he always watched them with you and you knew that deep down it wasn’t too bad for him either. You promised to watch a horror movie of his choosing in return, and he eagerly accepted your offer.

Throughout the movie you could feel his gaze shift back to you. He clearly wasn't paying too much attention and had something on his mind. Once you were finished with your bowl of ice cream, you set it down on the table and turned to him with a sigh.

"Edward," your use of his full name caught his attention and he turned to you with a sheepish smile, "what's going on? Tell me."

"N-nothing-"

"Bullshit," you groaned, "you've been acting off all day. Is it something I did or said? Are you okay?"

He looked at you for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh and getting off the couch. You looked at him in confusion, hoping you hadn't said something to upset him. You watched as he quickly ran upstairs and you could hear him fumbling around in the bedroom before coming back downstairs.

"Eddie?" You weren't even sure if you should be worried or confused or…something but you were starting to panic.

"Baby," he stood in front of you and you could see his hand trembling with nerves, "I, ugh, this isn't what I planned at all. Not like this but umm, I gotta do it now or I'll never be able to."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"W-what? No," he shook his head fervently, curls bouncing around, "the opposite actually. I-I love you so much. I never expected to meet you or fall in love with you or anything. I just assumed I'd see you twice a year at the dentist's office with my kid. But that obviously changed, and now we're here. And you, you've always been so good to me, and you've been so good to Jamie and I never thought I'd meet someone that loved both me and my son. And we love you so much, and you're just…what I've always been missing and wanting…"

"Eddie?"

"I wasn't planning on doing this tonight but you're just so…everything that I can't not," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, dropping to his knee before he opened it. Oh. This definitely wasn't what you had expected - at all. He opened the blue velvet box and inside sat the prettiest ring you'd ever seen, "will you…will you marry me?"

"Yes," you didn't even hesitate for a moment but then quickly realized the gravity of it all, "wait - you want to marry me? Like for real?"

"For real for real and forever," he grinned as he pulled out the ring and reached for your hand, delicately slipping it on, "the question really is do you want to put up with me forever?"

"It's not putting up with you," you promised, "not with someone you love. And obviously the answer is yes. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you and Jamie."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he admired how the ring on your hand looked before pulling you in and kissing you sweetly, "I love you, so much. I'm sorry this wasn't the most romantic thing in the world."

"This is perfect," you insisted, "I love you more than anything."

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You stared at the stick in your hand and then up at your reflection in the mirror. It was almost like you didn’t know if you should trust either the rest or yourself. But a million emotions started swirling up all at once and with all the other signs that had led you to getting the test in the first place made sense. The little stick exclaiming pregnant wasn’t wrong at all.

“Holy…fuck,” you whispered to yourself, still in disbelief, “how am I going to tell them?”

“How are you going to tell who and what?” Eddie. Of course your husband had to come home and upstairs at that exact moment. Him and his perfect timing; you could practically curse the universe for it. He was grinning, all big and dopey, at you as he leaned against the door, “what’s wrong, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Y-you’re here…”

“I am here…in my home after work,” he held up his hands and waved them around as you swallowed thickly, “alright, out with it. What’s up?”

“Here!” you practically shoved the white plastic stick into his hand, squeezing your eyes shut as you anticipated his reaction. You were almost positive that it wouldn’t be bad, but your stomach still churned with nerves…baby you supposed.

“What the fuck,” he whispered it so softly that you almost didn’t hear it. He looked at you with wide eyes as he held up the test, “you’re pregnant?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbfoundedly as you shrugged your shoulders, “I-I guess so.”

“Wow,” he opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water, “you’re pregnant.”

“I’m sorry,” it blurted out before you could even think about; it was just your natural instinct.

“Baby, why are you sorry?” his face fell as he wondered if you didn’t want to have this baby at all. Maybe you were upset at the positive test while he felt exactly the opposite way, “do you not want this?”

“No, no, no - I do,” you promised and he relaxed slightly, “yes, god, yes I do. I just…it’s habit? I feel like a kid right now, pregnant and feeling a hundred different emotions right now.”

“Well, princess, I’m happy to tell you that while you are pregnant, which I am very, very excited for, you’re in our home and we’re married and have things kind of figured out.”

And that was enough to make you feel better and relax…but it also made tears well up in your eyes as you studied your husband, “I’m excited too. Nervous, but excited.”

“C’mere,” he set the test down on the counter and pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you melted into his warm, soft body. Eddie could feel your tears soaking the fabric of his shirt, and he responded by pressing soft kisses to the side of your head and rubbing your back in soothing circles, “I love you so much. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling, but fuck I’m so in love with you. There’s no one else I could ever imagine doing this with.”

“Really?” you looked at him with wide, teary eyes and he nodded softly before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re already an amazing mother,” he reminded you, causing your heart to swell. You loved Jamie so much, just as though he was your own, which you knew he basically was. At the beginning you worried if the young boy would ever accept you as his stepmother or even tolerate you. But it was so much more than that - you were his mother and he was your son. And now you were adding another little Munson to the mix, “and you will always be.”

“Thank you,” your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss away your pout. He didn’t stop until he felt you smiling against his lips, “you’re an amazing dad, best friend, husband…everything.”

“Flatterer,” he teased as you giggled at him, “we’ll figure it all out together. And if you ever want to kick my ass for knocking you up, I give you full permission.”

“I’m sure - no, I know, I’ll take you up on that offer at some point,” you shook your head at your husband’s silly antics, “no we just gotta figure out how to tell Jamie.”

“You can just tell me,” you heard his small voice as he padded into your bedroom and jumped onto the bed. You and Eddie exchanged a look before he shrugged at you as you sighed softly. These Munson men were going to be the death of you.

“Should we?” you asked him under your breath as Jamie watched the two of you intently.

“It’s up to you, mama,” he kissed your cheek, “he might just explode if we don’t tell him…or he’ll figure it out in a day or two.”

“He’s too smart,” you agreed before sliding past Eddie out of the ensuite and over to Jamie. You crouched down so you were almost eye level with him and tenderly brushed a few rogue curls out of his face, “oh, my love. Daddy and I…we have some news to share with you.”

“Are we getting a dog?” his big, brown eyes practically glittered with excitement as you chuckled softly at him.

“Not quite buddy,” Jamie looked at Eddie in confusion before turning back to you. You were ready to go out and get this sweet boy his new dog and whatever else you wanted. But…you were pretty sure that was just the hormones talking…no need to get too crazy just yet.

“Oh…what is it then, mama?”

“Umm…well,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “we’re having…you’re…you’re going to get a little brother or sister soon.”

He was quiet for a moment and your heart started to hammer in your chest as you worried that he was going to be upset. That would definitely have crushed your soul a little bit. But then, you heard him gasp excitedly before he threw his small arms around you in his best attempt to hug you; you didn’t hesitate to tightly hug him back, “finally! When?!”

“It’s going to be a little while bud,” Eddie answered softly, coming over to sit on the bed next to his son. He leaned over and kissed the top of his head, “mama’s gotta grow them first.”

“Wow,” he looked at you with nothing short of awe as you beamed at him, “I’m gonna tell all my friends! I’ve been wishing for a brother or sister for s’long now. Finally!”

You exchanged a look with Eddie, both of you laughing softly. This was everything you could have dreamed of and more.

“Ahh, I love you both so much,” Eddie pulled you both in for a hug, squeezing you until you and Jamie were giggling wildly, “my three favorite people all in my arms.”

And yeah. This was everything.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #st

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bloodynereid · 1 month

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Could I request a scream story where reader is Tara and Sam’s younger adopted sibling who had a rough life, and they think the others’ lives are more important than theirs, and they get hurt and Tara and Sam are protective but scared for them?

Of Flowers Flooded With Blood

pairing: tara carpenter x sam carpenter x adopted sister reader (platonic)

warnings: blood, stab wounds, mentions of murder, hospitals, hiding injuries, near death experience, general scream warnings

description: when you hide a stab wound from your siblings and it almost has disastrous consequences.

a/n: I AM SO SORRY i swear i was going to write this earlier and then just didn't. i hope this little drabble makes up for it though! i had fun writing it so i hope you enjoy.

The adrenaline started to dissipate slowly. You were sitting on the concrete sidewalk, not caring about how dirty the New York street was. The distant sounds of sirens and talking from your sisters felt like background noise, they kept fading in and out as you tried to take deep breaths.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Tara. Are you?” You said, straining a smile when your older sister sat down next to you. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her. The action sent a pang of pain through your side that you were trying to ignore.

“Better than I was when three crazy murderers were coming at us.”

“I’m sorry about Chad.” You said suddenly, giving your sister a reassuring pat on her knee.

“Me too.” Tara uttered sadly as she pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Hey guys. Ambulance is coming soon.” Sam said as she sat down to the other side of you, mirroring the motions of Tara she put an arm around your other shoulder. The three of you were now in some kind of makeshift hug.

“You okay, Sam?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Are you?”

“Hmmm.” You hummed in affirmation as you felt the heat and love from your sisters encase you. Lulling you into a space right before something as the pain in your side got stronger.

Under the layers of blood on your shirt and jacket lay a deep stab wound, one that Ethan probably got into you right before you smashed one of the glass cases on his head. It felt irrelevant to tell your sisters about, Tara was already starting to mourn Chad and well Sam had this haunted look in her eyes that was beginning to scare you.

You weren’t even their real sister, even if you shared a bond you hadn’t been their sister until a few years ago. You used to just be Tara’s friend until their mom adopted you and the crazy events dealing with Amber and Richie happened.

The sounds of an ambulance got louder and louder as the world started to blur around you. A few moments later your head suddenly slumped down and everything was black. Leaving you in the void between life and death and your sisters in a state of complete and utter panic.

Loud beeping slowly pulled you out of the darkness, it almost felt like you were floating. Maybe you had died. A feeling of sadness washed over you when you realized you would be leaving your sisters behind. You should have said something…

Your thought spiral was suddenly interrupted when the feeling of a solid warm was felt all around you. As if someone or two someones were holding you.

“Ugh?” You groaned and tried to open your eyelids, only to feel shuffling from both sides of the bed.

“Sweetheart? Are you awake, little sis?” Sam’s distinct rasp made a smile slowly tug on the corners of your mouth.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Oh God, don’t do that ever again.” This time Tara’s voice cut through the fog that you now knew was caused by painkillers, not death.

“Tara?”

“I’m here too. You’re going to be just fine.”

“Hmmm. I love you guys.”

“We love you too, now go back to sleep, sweetheart. You deserve the rest.” You felt a pair of lips press a kiss to your forehead as you were slowly pulled under again. This time fear wasn’t gripping you with its claws, instead it was love and joy for knowing that you had your sisters there.

i am getting through requests yayy! i have another scream rq in my inbox so expect that at some point soon.

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #sam x reader #sam carpenter x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 2022 #scream x reader #scream x you #scream x yn #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #scream franchise

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swamiiyasssss · 4 months

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Make-up Sex w/ Vox Pt. 1

A/N: AHH TYSM all for the love on my previous Vox post. I still can't get enough of this man . I need to rearrange his wiring system. Enjoy this angsty/smutty drabble with our TV munchkin. Also...Small reference to THAT Margot Robbie & Di'caprio sex scene in Wolf of Wall Street.;)

NSFW BELOW

Arguments can get pretty nasty between the both of you. He’s loud, and you’ll be damned if you aren’t louder.

Although….you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get turned on by him angry and raging like that. You had a hunch he was like that too lol

Still, this recent argument, something about Alastor being ”touchy-feely” with you at a gala, ( ugh, you should let Vox just fuck him, he’s EVERYWHERE in your relationship ) made you mad. Like, really mad at him. This was certainly a first. You’ve been annoyed, teased, but never real deal pissed at the TV demon....

You’ve been aware of his insecurities, he’s a soft soul like that, but to outright insinuate you’re cheating on him?? With his nemesis of all people???? Someone slap this idiot.

You two stopped talking for the following days after the argument. A lot of side sneers, comments and eye-rolls. Certainly, a lot of pent-up energy, with nowhere to be released.

“Pass me the salt, please?” You gritt out the ‘please’, a real effort to begin peace negotiations.

He grimaces. “Like you’re gonna pass yourself around to Him?” His eyes don’t leave the newspaper.

“Fuck you,” Tears swell, your appetite is lost, and the day ruined.

So this was the game he was playing? Fine, You’ll play it alright.

You stumble back to your shared bedroom. You don’t notice him standing up, trying to apologise. He took it too far. He knew he’s been wrong, but he shares your stubborn streak. Still, he won’t loose the one anchor in his life; you.

Too late. You’re out for blood.

You’re gonna punish this man in the most delicious way possible, give him a taste of his own medicine.

You manned your battle-armour, a sultry, deep purple lingerie, covering your figure with intricate lush lace patterns. And your thighs, the same one’s he literally melted for, were donned in sheer stockings. A pretty present ready to be burst opened. You were gonna make him go haywire.

You braided your hair, wore your favourite jewellery, a necklace wit a diamond ‘V’ pendant on, a gift HE gave, and headed out to the door, ready for a ‘night out with the girls’, or so he thought.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His eyes are locked on your body, on your waist. Everywhere. Jaw dropped.

You clicked your tongue. "Friend's invited me to the club. I’ll be out late.” You made sure to sway your hips oh-so-slightly as you turned around to get your bag. “Don’t wait up for me.”

He barked a laugh. Electricity rippled around him. You smiled. This was too easy. “Wait up for you? Baby, what makes you think I’m letting you leave looking like that?” He starts coming closer.

You stand your ground. “Like what?” You bat your eyelashes; his knees almost buckle.

The hallway light dances on the curve of your waist. He teleports to you, just enough to cage you in against the wall. He claws the concrete next to your head. Blood rushes to your clit. Its ecstasy.

“Don’t fucking play with me, cute stuff.”

"You started this shit." You spit, grabbing him by his collar. His eyes flare into a neon red.

He trips on himself, almost falling on to you, and you watch his lips almost touching yours. "...You're finishing it too."

Something primal kickstarts in his wiring. HE THROWS you over his shoulder; you squeal, and teleports you both to the couch in the middle of the living room.

The leather bounces under your weight as he pushes you down. He's unbuckling his belt, taking off his clothes, muttering curses under his breathe.

"Fuck-- Aren't you just a peice of work."

" You planned this, didn't you? Slut."

"I'm gonna fuck this attitude out of you, beautiful."

You just sat there. Admiring him. Pitiying him. He wasn't ready for what you were about to say. You almost backed out, but Hell, this was too good.

As he was struggling with his buckle, you extended a leg, your high-heeled platforms already on. Your foot stops his palms on his beltline. He snarls. He looks up at you, glaring. "What are you doing."

You shake your head "I'm mad at you, Vox." With a heavy sigh, you drop the bomb. " When I'm mad, this TV demon isn't gonna touch me for a very, very long time."

His face is priceless.

It's not his fault you look so damn gorgeous in the lace, with his initial moving up and down on the curve of your chest. You're breathing hard; he's breathing harder. He needs to be in you, say sorry and be sorry in his own special way.

"And from now on, " You spread your legs farther, and you swear you can see his heart dropping in his chest. "It's nothing but short, short skirts around the house."

You curl your tongue. "Honey."

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Pt. 2 coming soon !

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therapycat21 · 7 months

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All Right Now Part 4

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I’ve been on cloud 9 since that night, he has been texting and calling me almost every day, calling just to ask if I was feeling okay, what kind of flowers I liked, and how I preferred cats over dogs. For the first time, it feels right, actually true and real. Compared to the last few years and the relationships I’ve been in, this falls at the very top of my list.

Ever since that night at the restaurant I’ve been counting down the days until I get to physically see him again, we both have been so busy with life that I'm only able to see him on Facetime.

But today is the day of his game against the Jets and I'm so excited to finally see him again, and bring my mom to her first football game.

My thoughts still swirling, I’m interrupted by a knock on the door, checking the time, I know it’s my mom. I run to the door and open it to see my mom in full Chiefs gear, also wearing a #87 jersey like me. I give her a giant smile before we pull each other into a deep hug. “Ugh, I missed you so much Mommy,” I tell her, getting a little emotional from not seeing her “Oh I missed you too my baby” Our hug lasts a few more seconds before we let each other go. “So, how's Travis?” she asks. Yes, I already told her about him, I can’t not tell her, we’re way too close for me to keep secrets from her.

I try to hide my smile but inevitably it pops out “he’s good, he called me today before heading to the stadium, he’s a little nervous” I tell her, she frowns slightly “Why’s he nervous, he plays absolutely amazing” she tells me “we know that but he’s more nervous about how they'll treat me cause we all know they're gonna be ticked off about me being there and doesn't want it to give me bad press” I tell her slightly frowning.

I look over at her after not hearing her say anything. She is slightly smiling “What are you so smiley about?” I question

“Oh nothing, this is just the first time I’ve ever heard one of your boyfriends actually be concerned for you, your feelings, and your safety.”

I sigh turning back around and gathering my things to leave “We have not had that talk yet Mom, so please refrain from saying anything about that to him.” “Oh honey if you think that man does not want to be your boyfriend, you are very mistaken, if only you saw how he looks at you,” she tells me grinning.

Looking at her confused, I question “What do you mean how he looks at me?” she belly laughs from the doorway looking at her phone “From when you guys went out to dinner that night, I’m looking at the picture now”. I look at her in a panic and rush to open my phone and find what she is talking about. Opening Instagram I see a post from ENews.

Mouth agape in shock “Oh my god, I can't believe they saw us.” I say out loud. My mom laughs loudly “Honey no offense but you're a famous singer and he’s a famous footballer, of course, they would’ve found out. Look It’ll be okay I promise” I sigh a little in relief from her reassurance.

But I still have to let Travis know, that is what gets my nerves to skyrocket not knowing how he’ll take the information. I shake my hands a bit to shake off some of the nerves hopefully “Ohh man, okay let’s go, we will be even more late if we stay here” I tell her smiling at her assuringly. We both left the apartment.

1 Hour Later in The Chief's Family Suite

We both found our seats and ordered ourselves drinks and some light food. I lean over to my mom “So? How is it so far?” I question smiling at her “Oh honey this is so fun, I wanna do it every weekend” she tells me smiling.

Before I respond we’re interrupted by someone calling my name I turn around to see Kylie and the two girls. I jump up to go greet them “Hey you guys, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I say while hugging Kylie she hugs me back responding “I know Jason decided last minute to come so his mom didn’t have to drive by herself” I nod smiling before turning my attention to the two girls and bending down to reach them “hey pretty girls” before I can fully greet them they both rush in to hug me “ugh I just love seeing you two” I tell them, letting them both go and standing back upright.

“Oh you guys, this is my mom Katalina. Mom this is Kylie Travis’s sister-in-law and these two beautiful girls are his nieces” I introduce them. My mom stands to greet them pulling them each into a hug “Oh it is so nice to meet all of you, I heard so much from y/n, do you wanna sit with us over here?” she asks. Kylie smiles before nodding and guiding the girls into the seats between me and her. I look around searching “Where’s Jason?” I ask Ky “Oh he’s grabbing some drinks and snacks with his mom, he should be here soon.” she lets me know “Their mom is here?” I question with a twinge of fear lacing my voice. I can tell she noticed because of the sympathetic look on her face “Don’t worry Trav and Jason have been telling her amazing things about you, I know she’ll love you” she reassures me. I give her a small smile before turning back to my mom waiting for the game to start.

A few minutes go by before we hear the oh-so-boisterous voice of Jason Kelce. Me and mom turn to face the sound and see Jason with a smaller and shorter woman. We wait for them to greet Kylie and the kids before I stand up to greet Jason “Hey, there my girly!” he says reaching to pull me into a bear hug.

Laughing I hug him back before letting go and introducing him to Mom, he reaches around and pulls her into a hug before guiding us to meet Donna who he said was his mom's name. “Momma, this is y/n and her mom Katalina” I smile about to reach out and shake her hand before she laughs and pulls me into a motherly hug “Oh it is so nice to meet you sweetheart” After a few seconds she lets go “it’s so nice to meet you too, Travis talks about you all the time” I tell her smiling, she laughs “touche my dear” she smirks at me. I blush before introducing her to my mom. After all of the pleasantries are done we all sit down. My mom was on my right, Donna on my left with Jason and the kids, and Kylie on her left.

The game finally starts and we finally see Travis run out onto the field with the other players. Once the players are settled on the field I see him look over and up straight at me with a soft fond smile on his face, he slightly waves at me before turning back to the game.

I blush and turn to see his action brought attention to me in the suite. I look down to see some of the crowd taking pictures and videos. I catch the eye of one of the fans before smiling, blowing them a kiss, and waving at them. A few minutes of this go by before everyone goes back to the game with fans occasionally looking back up here at us. In the meantime, me, my mom and Donna are all laughing and making jokes together. (if only I knew what gonna come from that on the internet).

And as expected I look up from the field to the jumbo, smiling as I see my own face. I give a quick smile and wave before turning around and showing my jersey number with a proud smile on my face. Everyone gives a laugh before I sit back down and the jumbo goes back to the game.

The laughter halts for a moment after seeing Pat throw the ball and Travis jumps to catch it, everyone stands up jumping and cheering as Travis runs to make the touchdown with them winning the game against the Jets. The stadium breaks into hollers and screams, me included. Kylie still standing screaming for Travis reaches over and hugs me before Donna pulls me into a hug. We all hug each other before everyone calms down as Travis does his touchdown dance.

As the excitement dies down, everyone starts to gather their belonging. I’m then approached by one of the workers. “Hello, we were asked to escort you down to Travis and the car is that okay?” he asks me I look over at my mom, and she gives me a smile slightly pushing me towards the doors “go, it’s okay Donna and I are gonna go out to eat and talk some, okay” I smile reaching over to give her a big hug telling her I love her, I do the same to Donna “tell him he played amazing for me and I love him” she tells me I give her quick nod before nodding to the man and rushing over to go see Travis.

After a few minutes of walking, we hit the elevator the man guides me in before pushing the button to go down, a few silent seconds go by before the man slightly turns towards me “I’m sorry if this is unprofessional but Is it okay If I get a picture with you for my daughter? She loves your music” I look at him “Absolutely and believe me you’re not being unprofessional, how about I make a video for her, what’s her name ” he smiles reaching to fish his phone put “Her name is Jessica” I smile as he turns to video and I lean over to say a few words to her before he thanks me to put his phone away. I grab my phone and ask for his information “Is it okay if I get your information, I’d like to send her some stuff if that’s okay” I ask. He looks at me in shock before hurriedly nodding at me “Of course, you just made me the father of the year” he jokes at me, we laugh and talk a few more before the doors open and we’re greeted by Travis leaning against the wall with a few teammates. He gives them quick goodbyes before I walk out.

He makes quick strides toward me lifting me into a deep hug, his face pressed into the side of my hair. “Oh I missed you so much,” he tells me still hugging me. I relish in the feeling of his warmth before responding “I missed you too” he lets me go putting my feet back onto the ground “Oh by the way your mom asked me to tell you that you played amazing and she loves you” he gives a fond smile before it turns quizzical “you and my mom talked?” he questions. I panic a little “I’m sorry I didn’t know she was gonna be the—” he cuts me off with a laugh “Baby, it wasn't a bad thing you talked to my mom I was just surprised I thought she wasn't coming to this game that’s why” I sigh in relief happy he isn't upset “yeah Kylie said Jason decided to come last minute and drove your mom too” I tell him. He nods understanding.

“Anyway, did you wanna go home and watch a movie and chill for the night?” he questions. I nod profusely, excited for a chill night in before a concert the next day. “Yes please” I smile at him he gives me a nod before grabbing my hand and turning me towards the doors using his other hand to brush the back of my head pulling my forehead to kiss it “Oh you’re so adorable,” he tells me before stopping abruptly “what’s wrong?” I question he turns towards me “I was about to walk out this door exposing us to the world before asking you if you’re okay walking in public together yet?” I blush a little before raising my hand to his cheek “I am totally okay with being seen in public with you” I tell him proudly. He blushes turning his head down before nodding and clasping my hand in his leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. “Alright let’s go announce to the world I am the proud boyfriend of the infamous y/n l/n,” he says pulling my arm. “Ho ho hold on there a sec, boyfriend?” I question pulling my arm from his hand to get him to stop walking. He looks at me sideways “Um yeah, In case you didn’t know we’ve been together since I even looked at you that cool with you?” he smirks at me staring intensely. I blush underneath his gaze I ponder for a second “Yeah, yeah it’s cool with me.” I tell him before turning back to the door.

He nods also turning back to the door and we are then blinded by flashing lights as we are engulfed in the sounds of flashing cameras and screaming fans.

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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The One in Red | k.m.g

Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1530 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, Strangers to Lovers(?)

Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption, bad puns, and terrible pickup lines. Mingyu is wearing THAT red suit. So that’s a warning. Kissing.

Smut Warnings: Public sex, sorta? They fuck in a closet. Unprotected sex (don’t do this in real life, this is fiction). Slightly rough sex, against a wall. Big Dick! Mingyu.

Authors Note 1: Thank you to @here4btsfics for beta'ing this fic for me. I love you so dearly 💕 also thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil @love-strike and @seungkwansphd for reading this and then yelling at me. hehehehe I love the dynamic, but really thank you all so so much for all the support as always 🥺🥰 Authors Note 2: tagging @baljinciaga because she asked 🥰 Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“This is so dumb,” you muttered aloud.

“Excuse me?” You turned around to see a handsome man, a man you only thought existed in celluloid and the pages of romance–erotic–novels.

“Eavesdrop much?” You shot back, making him grin.

“You spoke out loud to yourself, plus you said dumb,” he answered.

“I’m guessing you turned because it’s something you get called a lot?” You fired off, and he held his hands up in defence.

“Oh, ouch.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I just, ugh. I hate the forced merriment of New Year,” you admitted, and the stranger nodded.

“Well, what if I got you a drink to help drown the sorrows?” The man asked, and you shrugged.

“Or better, you got me one for calling me dumb?” He offered, and you pouted and nodded as he sat at the bar next to you.

“So, what's your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he responded, and you simply rolled your eyes.

“What about you?”

“Kim. Kim Mingyu,” he said, offering his hand to you, and you took it, shaking it lightly.

“You think you’re James Bond or something with that introduction?” You joked, and he shrugged.

“Possibly.”

“Well, like him, you have plenty of admirers,” you said, gesturing to a group of women and men who were ogling at him.

“To be fair, I don’t blame them,” you mumbled, the alcohol loosening your lips.

“Oh? I look good?” Mingyu asked.

“Oh, you know you’re hot, with this stupid red suit, and your stupid tits on display, and being tall and handsome,” you complained, making him grin.

“I heard stupid a lot,” Mingyu added.

“You’re incredibly hot, and I’m sure it makes anyone feel stupid,” you elaborated, making him nod as he took a sip of his drink.

“Well, you never told me why you’re here,” Mingyu said.

“Ugh, my friend dragged me here, but she found her catch of the night and ditched me,” you answered, and Mingyu frowned.

“That’s kind of shitty,” Mingyu noted, and you shrugged.

“To be fair, that was our ambitious plan, to look hot and get laid,” you admitted taking another sip of your drink.

“Well, the night is still young,” Mingyu observed.

“What about you? You’re hot, and I’m sure you have no problem getting someone, so why are you here?” You asked.

“Well. Honestly? I came here for a business thing, but then I saw you in this lovely dress, and I thought, ‘aww, we match,’ and I wanted to talk to you,” Mingyu replied, and you stared at him.

“You wanted to talk to me because I wore a dress the same colour as your suit?”

“Yep.”

“What if I wore a different colour?” You challenged.

“I’d still approach you. You’re beautiful,” Mingyu responded.

“What?” Mingyu asked when you smiled at him.

“You’re doing better than the other guy who hit on me,” you noted.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he was giving me terrible pickup lines,” you explained.

“Oh, but some can be decent,” Mingyu defended.

“Try me.”

“Tell me, are you tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all night.” Mingyu said, making you groan.

“Nope!”

“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I got lost in your eyes.”

“Hell, no. Mingyu, these are terrible,” you said, laughing as you swatted his arm, noting how buff he was and imagining what it’d feel like to hold those arms as he pounded into you.

“Well, I’m usually a lot more direct. I don’t like to waste time.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Mingyu finished his drink and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting your ears, his hand finding yours as he traced it.

“Kitten, you told me about what your plan was for tonight. Want to make it come true?” Mingyu asked, and you bit your lip to bite back a moan.

“Oh!”

“Unless you prefer crappy pickup lines, in that case, hey girl, is that a phone in your back pocket? Because that ass is calling me,” Mingyu said, and you let out a deep sigh, grabbed your drink and finished it.

“Fine.”

“Fine, what?” Mingyu asked.

“You can help make my New Years' plan come true, and it’s only because you look sinfully good and not because any of your pickup lines worked,” you responded with a pout.

“Come on. We’re finding a room in this fancy bar,” Mingyu said, taking your hand and guiding you along with him. He moved smoothly, manoeuvring you out of the crowds and into the nearest storage room.

Mingyu locked the door behind you before turning to face you. Your back was pressed against a wall, and you were staring– well, undressing him with your eyes.

“Like what you see?” Mingyu asked, smirking.

“Shut up, you know you’re hot,” you muttered, making him laugh as he approached you.

“As are you, kitten. Do you know all I could see was red when you walked into this place tonight?” Mingyu teased.

“One more lame joke from you, and I’m leaving you with blue balls!” You threatened, making Mingyu grin.

“So you’ve been thinking about my balls?” Mingyu joked, making you sputter.

“Come here, kitten, let me taste how sweet that smart mouth is,” Mingyu said as his hands found your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. His soft lips met with yours and pulled you into a searing kiss. His lips moved against yours, and his grip around your waist tightened as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, making you moan, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned further into the kiss, and Mingyu’s hands slid down to your hips, and he pulled away from your lips.

“Can I?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded impatiently, making him grin.

“Fuck, you didn’t wear panties?” Mingyu asked as he hiked up your red dress to your waist.

“I can’t be having panty lines now, can I?” You teased.

“Yeah, clearly,” Mingyu mumbled as he moved to kneel.

“What are you doing?” You asked, making Mingyu stand up straight and stare at you.

“I need to prep you.”

“Don’t be cocky. I’ll be fine,” you argued, making him smirk.

“Very apt choice of words, kitten,” Mingyu responded with a grin.

“Can you just fuck me?” You whined, and Mingyu grinned as he quickly moved to push his trousers down, pulling his hard length out, hissing when the cool air hit his erect member.

“Gladly, kitten,” Mingyu responded as his arms found your waist. He easily lifted you into his arms, pressed you into the wall, and guided his thick length into you.

“Fuck,” you gasped. You whimpered in both pain and pleasure; he was so big.

“Could have used prep, right?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

“Pun intended?” You asked, and Mingyu only grinned in response.

“Of course, kitten,” Mingyu answered before thrusting into you.

Mingyu’s movements were rough and quick, but his thrusts were precise, and you were falling apart on his cock, embarrassingly quickly.

“You sound so fucking wet. Can you hear yourself?” Mingyu asked, his lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck. You could only whimper in response.

“Imagine if you squirted on my cock. God, I’ll walk back in there with your cum all over my trousers,” Mingyu continued to spew absolute filth as he fucked you, making you moan at the possibility.

“Inside,” you moaned, and Mingyu swore he could have cum right then and there.

“Fuck, okay,” Mingyu breathed out as he took a second to collect himself and then continued to pound into your cunt.

“So good,” you moaned as you held onto his neck, possibly scratching him, as he thrust into you. One particularly hard thrust sent you ever the edge, making you cum, whimpering, and clenching around him. Mingyu came a few seconds after you and held you in his arms.

The two of you just stayed that way for a few seconds, and you were about to speak when you heard muffled cheering from outside. You looked at Mingyu, confused, who simply smiled at you.

“Happy New Year,” Mingyu said as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, making you smile into the kiss.

“Well, I guess I started the year with a bang?” You joked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Who’s making the shitty jokes now?” Mingyu asked.

“It’s the sex. Your crappy humour is contagious,” you defended, and Mingyu only smiled.

“Uh, do you want to put me down?” You asked.

“Oh fuck, sorry!”

Mingyu gently placed you down on the floor, helping to pull your dress down as he pulled his trousers up.

“Pity, I didn’t soak your trousers,” you mumbled as you patted out the creases in your dress.

“I mean, there’s always a next time?” Mingyu said, his voice low and hopeful. You placed a hand on his toned bicep, making him turn to face you.

“Next time?”

“Well, how about you spend the first day of the new year with me?” Mingyu asked.

“Oh?” You teased. “What’s in it for me?”

“More orgasms, shitty jokes, and you’ll not want to spend it with anyone else,” Mingyu responded.

“Lead the way.”

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lilylylalil · 3 months

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Normal Fucking Day

Alastor × Reader

Before reading, i will like to inform you that this version isn't finish and will never will be, if you want more information i will put a link where i talk why, anyways hope you still enjoy.

Warnings: cursing, blood, killing, reader has a problem

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Fucking shit…

who could have thought that your co-worker could be a degenerate fucking cult leader…?!

I am sorry but i am done from this shit. Nope this shit is worst then the time that my mother tried to stab me with a fucking sandal. Actually i prefered if i could go to that time then this shit….

Ugh, why the dangerous psychopaths are the hot boys? Literally he is soo fucking hot Alexander. I could say some catching quotes like: “i don't mind you stabbing me~” but i could say that for shits and giggles! Not when that person literaly tried to stab me!?

Alexander almost stabbed Reader untill he paused and look at Reqder and ask:

“Do you always think aloud?”

“Shit! Did i say that aloud?!”

“yes and you are doing again”

As Reader was distracted as she felt ashemed and Alexander had the time in succeding in stabing her on her left shoulder.

“Fuck! You motherless son of a bitch! Hope you choke on a dick! No actually i hope you choke with your salivia! Hope you have the most stupidiest death! I want it to be so stupid that they can't make it public! Like…you electrocute yourself when you tried to use a sex toy when you could be in a bathtub with water you dumb shit-”

Of course Reader inuslted Alexander for the 15 minutes or at leats she planned that but Alexander didn't let her and knock her out.

You may be wandering why didn't she fight back? Well the same reason you start your homework at the last minute. because both of you are stupid.

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When you opened your eyes you were tied down on a..table…?

“oh great. Do you know people this is how almost every porn video start?”

Actually you didn't know shit because you never saw a porn video in your life, i guess It's a curse and blessing at the same time or…maybe you have been cursed by the god of porn because you didn't watch in your entire life a porn video…

“what the fuck.”

You didn't even look at your surroundings but now with the voice that interrupted your thought you notice there is at least 34 people surrounding you.

“Oh, did i talk at loud again my thoughts?”

You said as you look at them. You had a feeling they were done with your shit without even seeing their faces. Well, it's not your fault they chose to be in a cult.

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“Borther and Sisters, we are reunited in this beutiful demoniacal hour for our sacrifice for our lord-”

Before Alexander could say something else Reader interrupted him

“if i die as a sacrifice can at least die in peace knowing that i died to a hot god or whatever..?

One in the crowd said

“how dare you, you insolent-”

Reader again interrupted

“yeah yeah, “how could i?” but did you forget how your leader captured me? He propose me a one night stand and he knows how I am weak for pretty boys or girls~”

“okay just stop” Alexander said “Can't you be fucking serious for once in your life?! aren't you afraid for you life?!”

“ho you sweet summer child. Bold of you to assume i love my life-”

“would you shut up if i give you a dollar?”

And that actually did shut Reader as she was similing like an idiot with her one dollar that could not even spend, if the sacrifice was a success or she doesn't escape.

But guess what? Did she even try to escape? Nah, will she regret it? Probably but like she said “future problems for future me”

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As the cult do its ritual, flames, dark shadow and a dark black light come from no where. Reader wasn't a religious type but that didn't mean she didn't believe in supernatural beings, she was pissy because she didn't have any popcorn for this or maybe she should film it but she thoughts that if she publish on YouTube no one could think the video is real but she could always do some buzz!

Reader didn't have an angel or demon on her shoulders. No, she had another version of her but with an expensive suit with expensive glasses that always thinks “mmmh…is it worth it the effort? Is it beneficial with money?”

anyways like every sane person you think, why Reader is thinking about that when she is in an horrible situation ?! Well i don't know Charle, why are we alive when we will die at the end?!

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Before Reader could lose any other type of sanity (if it even exist) she stopped her thoughts and look what the fuck the cult members summoned, it could be funny if they summoned an instopable force without any morality and kills you but also the memebers…AHAahah…oh fuck..you realise you jinks it.

And guess what? You were right, the thing that they summoned it attacked everything and killed every members that tried to run away, you didn't know how after all you closed your eyes to not be even more traumatized then you are already but you could certainly hear their screams of pain, it feel like hearing souls from hell getting tortured there. It felt like the entity knew exactly how to inflect pain to give the most horrible death possible.

Even when the screaming stopped you open your eyes again after a good minute and you didn't believe what you are just seeing! A fucking furry…?! Actually you have no idea if It's a half wolf but you are sure that his aesthetic is a little too red for your liking and it felt like even if it had a humanoid appearance it was everything but human. That thing had too much of a dark aura to not feel like fleeing like a little bitch but you were lucky because mama didn't raise a bitch so you are going to face him! Wait- actually mama didn't raise anyone. She was a bit-

Plus it's not like you had a choice, you were still tied up.

You waited for your end (even if you didn't want a furry to kill you, i mean the ears could make you laugh if you weren’t in such a horrible situation)

And waited

And still waited until you see that that thing was looking at you curiously, ominously like it was thinking what to do to you.

Well the little human was right for once, the demon was interested in her why she wasn't screaming or trying to escaped, it isn't as fun if the victim already accepted Its end. That completely cuts Alastor appetite.

“sooo…” a voice break the tension “are you gonna kill me? After all normally i was suppose to be the sacrifice…”

Alastor's smile went even wider as he said with enthusiasm “Oh my dear! Actually that was the plan! But you seem more interested alive." Was that a compliment?

“oh…thanks..? I think….?..”

Alastor chuckles as your no longer tied down with a simple gesture of Alastor's hand.

“Well my dear..should you introduce yourself?”

“you know my mom said to not talk to strangers-” you tried to joke but that beast gaze was becoming a little too dark

.....

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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"Do you think I would have had a soulmate?"

Grian looks over at his phone from where he's been painting his nails. It is 11:34 PM here on Hermitcraft, and he and Mumbo are having a guy's night. It's traditional; Mumbo being on a trip right now isn't about to stop them, now is it? That's what video calls are for.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I'd been in that Double Life thing, I - well, goodness, I didn't do so well at Last Life, you killed me so early, I barely got to experience the endgame, I went right after Jimmy, I mean -"

"Are you trying to make me feel bad again?" Grian asks, gesturing with the brush from his nail polish.

"No, no, I know you wouldn't apologize. You still haven't, after all," Mumbo says cheerfully.

"You're trying to make me feel guilty!" Grian exclaims.

"Is it working?" Mumbo asks.

"You're the worst," Grian says.

"You're the one who killed me," Mumbo says.

"Ugh," Grian says. "One time. One time, and you never let me live it down!"

"I mean, technically, if we want - if we want to be technical, it may have been, uh, one time that it actually counted, but given how long we've known each other, saying that it was only one time that you've killed me is -"

"Ugh," Grian says again with great emphasis, attempting to indicate exactly how done he is with this train of thought. Mumbo makes a half-snorting laugh over the phone.

"Anyway. If I'd been there for Double Life. Do you think I would have had a soulmate, properly and such?"

"Mumbo, everyone had a soulmate, that's how the game worked," Grian says.

"It would have been an odd number of people," Mumbo says.

"We would have - Lizzie would have done it. Maybe she would have been your soulmate. Game wouldn't have worked if you were on your own." Grian looks back down at his nails. "It was all about - look, Mumbo, the whole thing was about keeping each other alive."

"And killing each other," Mumbo says.

"Well, yes, that too," Grian says. "And killing the others." He pauses. "Each other. And - you phrased that oddly. The point was not to kill your soulmate. The point was the opposite of that, really."

"But you did," Mumbo says with great concern.

"I - no, I didn't kill Scar, a warden killed me, which - I apologized," Grian says. "That's not - why do you think you wouldn't have a soulmate?"

"Well, uh, it will sound silly when I say it out loud," Mumbo says.

"Mumbo, we are having a guy's night. The whole point is saying things that sound silly when you say them out loud. All the things in the world you wouldn't say in front of anyone else. Mumbo, I just told you that I apologized to Scar. I wouldn't admit that to other people if I were being waterboarded."

"You know, I think you think that's charming sometimes," Mumbo says. "It's not."

"Ugh," Grian says.

"You can change the topic other ways."

"So can you!"

"Is it that obvious that I'm derailing - oh, well, uh, I suppose it is," Mumbo says.

"It's - I don't think I get attached to people quite like that, is all," Mumbo explains. "I don't think, um - well, you know, from how you all have talked about it. It's a little like - you get close to people. Even Scott or Pearl or - they got close to... ideas. To people. Sometimes I think, um. I don't - I don't get attached to people like that? Closely. I don't think I could give myself to someone else. And I don't think I naturally - bonding with someone in a way they'd do that for me doesn't seem... real? Like I could..."

He pauses. Grian lets the silence linger. It is clear Mumbo is trying to figure out how to say something.

"I don't think I could let there be someone, who by dying, would kill me. Uh. Oh dear. That sounded sort of dramatic, like that, but -"

"It's not about letting," Grian interrupts.

"I think maybe it is. A little bit, it is," Mumbo says. "I mean, look at Cleo. Look at Scott. Look at -"

"It's not about letting. It's not about - sometimes you don't have a choice," Grian says. "I don't know. I think you'd - there's nothing wrong if you don't feel - Scar and I are not an example you should feel bad for not -"

"Oh, I don't feel bad for not being you two. Really, I think there's something wrong with you two."

"...thanks," Grian says.

"My point's more - I don't think my brain, uh, in the way -"

"You don't have to feel like you can give yourself up for someone," Grian says. "It's okay. You don't - you'd have had a soulmate, it just would be a bit different, is all."

Mumbo pauses. "Are you sure?"

Grian shrugs. "Even if you don't think you're attached to me, I'm certainly attached to you."

"Oh. I'm attached to you too? I think? Is that a normal thing to say? You know, I think there might also be something wrong with us, actually."

Grian cackles. "Yeah, that's about right, isn't it?"

Mumbo hums. "I mean, you did kill me," he says.

"You juiced me for my soul, don't you start -" Grian says, and the boy's night devolves back into familiar bickering. The coating on Grian's nails ends up uneven. They do not fall asleep until after one, and the next morning, Grian is exhausted and happy.

#grian #mumbo jumbo #double life smp #a bee fic #(this is tagged double life because while it takes place ON hc it's not about that)#anyway. uncertain whether mumbo's supposed to be aro or autistic or both here. possibly both?#also i just wanted to write some silly grian and mumbo dialogue that was also heartfelt #sometimes i'm in that mood you know

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pooplyface1423 · 2 months

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Nightmares

Almost every night after Lucifer was cast down to hell, you always had the same dream him calling out to you, either saying he was sorry and how he wished. ~He was there for his family~. But it always ended with you waking up all sweaty and teary-eyed, and you sometimes wondered if he ever dreamed of something similar.

He did.....

When he was first cast down to hell, he didn't really have them .After he was all alone, he started to get them more frequently it was always the same kinda you mostly called his name, then started to cry saying stuff like why did u leave me? Or did you even love me? On certain occasions, you said you loved him but would never forget all the mistakes he did.

The most recent one went like this

There, he was drifting off to sleep when he heard your beautiful voice

"Lucifer~"

"Huh?"

"Lucifer, wake up Hun come over here~"

"Y/n!?"

"Where are you!?" He said, getting up from bed

"Over here~"

He quickly walked up to the door

He opened the door, and he smelled food?

What's going on?

When he had enough courage he opened the door

There you were in you, beautiful purple dress you loved so much making him pancakes?

"You finally woke up! Ugh, I thought you were in deep sleep, baby~. " you said softly, squeezing his cheek

"Go sit down. Breakfast is almost done~"

"Th-this doesn't seem right where are we?"

"What do you mean Hun? Were at home~"

"N-no, you're in heaven. im in hell. How is this happening? "

"Hunny, stop worrying bout that nonsense and sit down~"

"I-is this real?"

A long pause filled the room until you spoke up

"Don't you want us to be a happy couple again? Lucifer~?"

"Just sit down dear the food is getting cold~"

"Answer me y/n."

"We can be happy here lucifer don't make this so difficult,~" you said. In a harsher tone, but your sweet tone still there

Lucifer started to back away from you

"Don't you want the happy life we had long ago back?" You said your sweet honey like tone gone

Everything around him started to get foggy. You walked over to him and said

"I guess I wasn't enough for you, right? Your lame lucifer, I'm ashamed I even met you. You're the same selfish little shit as always only chasing your stupid dreams, not ours. You're pathetic. And to think I loved you Ha!"

"STOP I KNOW THIS ISN'T YOU"

"But it is me Hun"

"NO, it isn't the y/n I know is caring, So STOP"

Lucifer was starting to get light headed everything was getting foggy. Then..

Lucifer woke up with a loud gasp helooked around his room. Nothing.

He bravely opened the door and looked over at the kitchen. Nothing

Everything was just a bad, very bad dream he thought

You would never talk to him like that, right? He knew you were caring for and a lovely person who wouldn't hurt a fly.

You would never hurt him, right? You used to love him

Nothing wrong would ever happen to him involving you

Right?

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Phew, I finished this somehow. I remembered how the script went and just changed a few things here and there

Hope y'all liked it

Tag list

@lxkeee @yourmommylol04 @vann13 @adaizel @selvyyr @juskonutoh

#my post #hazbin hotel #x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #~the most radiant angel in all of heaven~

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luvrcami · 11 months

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“ ENEMIES ”

TW: smut

ethan morales smut

It’s been two months into senior year and everything’s been going great. Well- Almost everything. The now popular “hot pocket” member, Ethan Morales, has made my life a bit difficult. But me being me hasn’t let that get in my way.

Me and Ethan have had a problem ever since he accidentally spray painted and vandalized my car and i broke his skateboard as revenge. I have to deal with him and his friends insulting me every day. But that’s fine, i can deal with it. Maybe.

It’s a Monday and i’m entering school with a smile on my face. Today seemed like a great day- “Hey guys look who’s coming!” I hear the irritating voice of Ethan yell while his friends laugh. I groan and roll my eyes at them. “Are you seriously going to ruin my mood right now? Just leave me alone.” I said and walked away. “What if i don’t want to” He winked jokingly “You’re clearly obsessed with me” I said and winked back sarcastically.

He scoffed and walked back to his friends. I smirked and walked over to Eleanor and Fabiola. “Was Ethan bothering you again?” Eleanor asked. “Yeah, he just seems obsessed with me at this point!” I complained. “What if he likes you?” Fabiola questioned causing me to laugh loudly. “No way! He basically hates me as much as i hate him!” I exclaimed before the bell rang, signaling us to go to our first period.

SKIPPING TO LUNCH

It was now lunch and i was sitting with Fab and Eleanor, munching on my sandwich as i felt Ethan’s stare behind me. “Ethan’s staring at us real hard right now..” Fabiola pointed as Eleanor nodded. I roll my eyes and keep taking bites of my sandwich. “He’s coming here Y/n” Eleanor said. “Ugh! What does he want-” I yelled. “Hey guys” He said calmly, glaring at me. “What the hell do you want Ethan?” I asked sassily. “I’m having a party tonight and i was wondering if you guys wanted to go” He said. “Hell no-” I said but got interrupted by him. “I’ll see you girls there” He smiled and left.

“That sounds fun! A party!” Eleanor exclaimed happily. “There’s no way i’m going” I told my friends. “Come on Y/n! You can just ignore ethan! We can have fun” Fabiola convinced. I thought about it and groaned. I did have this cute dress i’ve been wanting to wear. “Fine, i’ll go” I mumbled. “Yay!” Eleanor clapped softly.

AFTER SCHOOL

I had already told my mom about the party and she surprisingly allowed me to go. I was now applying a bit of makeup in my room. I was wearing this off sleeve basic black dress and looked stunning. I smirked and grabbed my small purse to leave.

“Bye mom!” I yelled, opening the front door. “Woah. Bye honey” She raised an eyebrow at how i was dressed but didn’t really care. I got in my car and drove to the location.

I got out of my car and walked into the loud house that smelt like alcohol. I scrunched my nose at all the people and slowly walked, searching for my friends. “Y/n” I heard Ethan say behind me as he grabbed me by the shoulder. I flinched at his loud voice and he walked in front of me. “Uh have you seen Fab and Eleanor?” I asked him awkwardly. His eyes looked at my body up and down as he smirked. “Nah, but let me get you a drink” He offered. I gave him a disgusted face. “No thank you” I faked a smile and walked off to look for my friends.

“Y/n!” Fabiola exclaimed as she saw me. “Where’s eleanor?” I asked her. “Oh she’s over there talking-” She pointed over at Eleanor making out with Trent in the kitchen. “-With Trent” She gasped. I laughed and shrugged. “They’re meant for each other” I say as i grabbed a cup. She nodded.

I stood there with Fabiola chatting until she started drinking too much and starting getting tipsy. “That girl over there has been staring at me since i arrived. She’s so fine” Fabiola said. I looked back to see a brunette girl glare at her. “Go talk to her!” I told her and that’s what she did.

I stood there, a cup in my hand staring at the crowd. “You having fun?” Ethan asked, his voice scaring me. “Jesus Ethan!” I yelled. “Come here” He slurred, obviously a bit tipsy. He grabbed my hand which made me blush a little and guided me upstairs.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as he took me to the bathroom. He closed the door and got closer to me. “I wanted to apologize for being a jerk to you.” He said, i didn’t believe him so i laughed. “I’m being serious, Y/n. I don’t mean shit that i say to you. I just say those things because i like you” He confessed, which made me go silent. He took a step closer to me and whispered into my ear. “You drive me crazy, pretty girl” I shuddered at the feeling of his breath against my ear.

I looked at him and he leaned in, crashing his lips into mine. He made it more intense by gripping the side of my hip. I held his cheek to deepen the kiss. “Gosh i’ve been wanting to do this for so long” He whispered against my lips. “You’re crazy.” I chuckled and smashed my lips into his again.

He picked me up by my ass and placed me on the sink counter. He broke the kiss and went down to my neck, sucking hardly. I moaned at the feeling. He smirked and continued sucking. As he finished marking my neck he tugged on my dress. “Is this okay?” Ethan asked. “Yes, Yes, more than okay” I told him which made him slide up my dress, revealing my lacy panties.

He smirked and pulled them down. He got down on one knee and slid one finger in. “You’re so wet for me” He said. I whimpered softly. “More, Ethan.” I pleaded. He didn’t listen and continued with one finger. “Please” I begged. He smiled and put another finger in while he had another finger circling my clit. I moaned loudly at the pleasure. He started thrusting his fingers in faster which made me gasp. “I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed, arching my back.

He took his fingers out and i sighed. “What the hell Ethan!” I yelled angrily. He chuckled at my anger and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants down and taking a condom out. “You ready?” He made sure. I nodded desperately.

He put the condom on and entered me, his size stretching me out. “Fuck” He whimpered as he thrusted into me. I moaned loudly before he covered my mouth. “Quiet down, baby” He said. He held onto my thighs for support as he thrusted rapidly into me. I threw my head back and bit my lip at the intense pleasure.

He took one hand off my thigh and rubbed my clit as he thrusted into me. Him groaning and me moaning. “Shit Ethan! I’m gonna cum!” I yelled. He started going faster. “Do i make you feel good?” He asked as he smirked. “God yes” I moaned. I put my arms on his shoulder as i came on his dick, moaning loudly. He then came into the condom, moaning loudly too. He pulled out and threw the condom in the trash. “You’re amazing” He complimented for the first time and kissed me on my lips softly. I breathed loudly. “Want me to drive you home?” He offered. “Didnt you drink too much?” I asked. “Not really. I’m fine to drive you and if you want i can stay there with you” He said. I smiled and nodded.

#ethan morales #nhie #nhie s4 #nhie netflix

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ugh-yoongi · 10 months

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ONG i neeeeed more brothers best friend seokjin you write him so well all awkward and flustered but then… not. Would you ever continue that Drabble or give us a prequel?

ah, thank you! <3

ask and ye shall receive. sorry it took me so long, but here's that time they fucked in the bathroom.

(read the original drabble here.)

want it anyway

pairing: seokjin x f. reader genre: brother's best friend au; smut warnings: reader is a brat again & is wearing a dress, spanking, one corpse joke, brief protected sex, nonstop bickering, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1.2k

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Seokjin only knows you’re rolling your eyes from your reflection in the mirror. Maybe Seokjin only knows a lot of things in that kind of way, because you’ve been over this a hundred times and it’s getting a little old. You’re not even a couple, but you’re now able to finish his sentences, already know what he’s going to say.

You roll your eyes again.

This earns you a swat on the ass. Despite the amount of noise on the other side of the door, it’s loud in the cramped space of your brother’s bathroom, and Seokjin immediately pales, goes stock-still like he’s at war and his life depends on going unnoticed. You think he’d abandon you to press his ear against the door, but he keeps his hand against your bare skin, grips tighter when one second passes and then two.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he says. If it wouldn’t get you spanked again, you’d roll your eyes for a third time. Talk about stating the obvious.

“Really?” you deadpan. “Would’ve thought we had all the time in the world to fuck in my brother’s bathroom.”

He reaches around, gently tugs at your bottom lip. “Either put this mouth to good use or keep it quiet. No more bratty comments.”

“One might argue the bratty comments are putting it to good use.”

“Not me. Bend over.”

“I am—”

“More, then. Can you at least pretend to be helpful?”

Of course you can, but you’re not going to. Not with all the grief Seokjin had caused you up to this point: all the looks across the room, the way he’d choked and had to excuse himself after your brother had seated you two together at dinner and you’d rubbed his thigh just as the meal was winding down, the panicked text he’d sent from the bathroom saying his boner wouldn’t go away, to which you’d replied he was far too old to call it a boner, to which Seokjin had sent back an eye-roll emoji and asked if you were going to come help him. Maybe later was your response.

“Later” wound up being twenty minutes. Long enough to clear the table and half-ass the dishes. Long enough for your brother and the rest of his friends to break out the beer and video games. Long enough for you to slip down the hallway unnoticed, knock on the door, roll your lips at the exasperated look on his face. Long enough for him to drag you inside and lock the door, pull the skirt of your dress up and over your ass.

Seokjin sighs, undoes his belt. Makes another face at how loud the metal clangs together. “Why are you like this? Do you honestly think you’d die if you weren’t a shithead for five minutes?”

“Who could say?” you fire back. “You wanna take that risk? Might end up real weird for you.”

“Ugh, why—”

“You’d have to explain to my brother why you’re in here with my corpse.”

There are a lot of reasons that, of all your brother’s friends, Seokjin was not a smart pick for the kind of mutually beneficial relationship the two of you have, but sometimes he’s the best. Because it’s as easy to rile him up as it is to fluster him. Because one second he’s huffing and complaining about your smart mouth, and the next he’s rolling a condom on, pulling your panties to the side, and pushing inside.

“Fuck.”

You’re not sure who says it. Could be you, already overwhelmed at the stretch and the fullness. Could be Seokjin, with the way he’s rolling his hips and desperately trying to stay quiet; the way he whines a little every time his skin slaps against yours so he steps in closer, fucks in deeper, has to bury his face against the side of your neck to muffle his moan.

The proximity has you dangerously close. Has Seokjin’s cock pressing exactly where it needs to for your legs to tremble, knees threatening to give out. Lips still pressed against your neck, Seokjin smiles, asks if you’re close, if you’re gonna come undone for him.

All you can do is nod, and you do.

The sound Seokjin makes when he comes is nearly enough to pull another orgasm out of you.

There’s a brief moment of calm. Seokjin pulls out slowly, laughs a little—the huff of air feels nice on your heated skin. In the mirror, you watch as he hesitates: looks like he wants to kiss you. His lips had stayed pressed to your neck the entire time, and it only now feels strange that he hadn’t done it. Feels like you’ve been robbed of something, and you wonder if you should mention it. God knows you aren’t shy about asking for what you want, but Seokjin’s hesitancy has you second-guessing.

He doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he busies himself with tying off the condom. Crumbles up some toilet paper and cleans you off first, then himself. Fixes his clothes. Mumbles a shy, quiet excuse me and then he’s taking your place at the sink and splashing cold water on his face. When he surfaces, he still looks beautiful and not at all like he’d just fucked you right where he stands.

“Should I go first?” you ask. Normalcy feels weird. A little wrong.

Seokjin shakes his head. “No, I’ve been gone longer. Give me a couple minutes and come up with a story.”

You snort. “Probably won’t need to. They’re all so drunk they probably forgot we were even here to begin with.” Seokjin doesn’t look relieved. “Fine, go. I’ll figure it out.”

“Sorry—”

You wave him off. He still looks torn, but he turns to leave anyway, and it’s only when he goes to unlock the door and let himself out does he realize he’s still holding the tied-off condom and that torn look morphs into panic. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Huh? Just throw it away.”

“Your brother will see it!”

“Oh my god, who cares—”

“Should I just flush it down the toilet—”

“Are you insane? You won’t put it in the trash, but you’ll clog his plumbing?”

“Well, I don’t know! Can’t you just take it with you?”

“And do what with it?”

“I don’t know! Put it in your purse!”

“Ew—”

“Please!”

“No, Seokjin, that’s disgusting. Are you serious?”

“Please. Please! I’ll owe you one. I’ll do whatever you want, I just can’t throw it away, it’s too risky.”

“Put it in your pocket, then!” He pulls a face. “Oh, so you’ll have me store it in my purse, but putting your own cum in your pocket is too much? You know what—”

You rifle through the drawers, sighing in relief when you find a box of pads. You pluck one from inside and open it, temporarily sticking the pad itself to the counter. With as unamused an expression as you can muster, you hold out your hand and wordlessly ask for the condom, which Seokjin hands over with trepidation. You place it in the wrapper and toss it in the trash.

“There. Can’t even tell.”

He points at the pad. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“You’re gonna stick it in your boxers and suffer. Consider it your favor repaid.”

Seokjin squawks in protest, but it dies on his tongue as soon as you pull the bathroom door open.

#seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #bts smut #bts x reader #seokjin fanfic #bts imagines #seokjin imagine #work: 1kfm #jewel answers

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farity · 7 months

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Obsession, part 16

He liked moments like these. The quiet, everyday moments he had with her. Watching a scary show with her head on his thigh, him playing with her hair and smiling to himself whenever she covered her eyes. The way she laid down with three blankets on her but her bare toes peeked out at the other end of the sofa.

"Ugh, that was horrible," she said, laughing, as the credits rolled. Her phone buzzed and she sat up. "I have my appointment."

"Where is it?"

"In the main house, the empty study."

Aemond sighed. "No."

She looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"There is recording equipment there. I will call and have her come here - I will turn things off, and I have to talk to Aegon anyway."

Of course. Alicent had wanted the meeting somewhere she could record the conversation. She knew Aemond's office here was bugged as well, but he'd turn it all off. Besides, he already knew everything she would talk about, he'd been there for most of it, hadn't he?

She leaned over to kiss him, happy he'd made time to spent watching a silly show with her. She knew what was coming, and she knew his mind had to be racing a dozen different ways to prepare.

* * * * *

"What do you see happening long term here? In a year or two, where do you see yourself?"

You looked at the statuesque blonde sitting across from you. She had a kind smile and a very loud laugh, and Aemond had greeted her with a hug, which he rarely bestowed on anyone but his family.

"I want to do my own thing, I want something that is mine," you began, "I get it, there are limits to what I can do, but I want to be useful, I can't just do nothing all day."

"How about personally? "

Aemond had told you that she knew about your marriage, but you didn't know how much he had told her. You decided to be honest. What the hell was the point of therapy if you were going to keep shit to yourself?

"I love Aemond. I sure as hell didn't mean to, and he sure as hell didn't mean to love me, but he has told he he does and I believe him. It wasn't supposed to- I don't know."

"It happens sometimes. Some arranged marriages end up becoming love matches in the end. If you think about it, it is a very specific type of person who can fit into a family like this, to make someone born to it feel comfortable and allow them to be vulnerable."

You nodded. "I don't know how well I fit in with all this. The thought of spending my life knowing there are people out to get Aemond, out to get me, it's daunting."

"It is good that you realize that. Sometimes people are drawn to the allure of danger, but you need to live with the person behind the façade, build a life that is solid and a good foundation for what may be some difficult times."

"I went to my boss's funeral a couple of days ago."

"I'm sorry about that." There was a sincere empathy in her voice, her beautiful blue eyes kind as they gazed upon you. "There will be collateral damage - not just death, but the loss of friendships, of the familiar."

You took a deep breath. "I think I was mourning that as well. I cried like a fool, and I know it wasn't all for her."

"You were mourning the loss of your old life, the loss of anonymity. That is a very real loss, if it is all you've known. You are very strong and introspective to realize that."

* * * * *

Aemond was coming back from the main house when your session ended, and he smiled at the therapist again when he saw her. She was probably the only person he literally looked up to, because in her killer heels, she positively towered over him.

"Thank you, Brienne," he said as he clasped her hand.

"Of course. I'll see you next week?" she said to you as she slipped her bag over her shoulder.

You shook her hand, "yes, definitely."

"We'll be in Tarth soon, by the way."

Brienne smiled conspiratorially. "So I have heard," she said as she walked out the door. "Say hi to Papa for me!"

Aemond kissed you after locking the door. "Aegon has had a crush on her for years."

You pictured your brother in law next to Brienne, and laughed. "I bet he has."

"She's smacked him more than once when he's hugged her for too long, but I think that just makes him more in love."

You laid your face on Aemond's chest. "Are you still going?"

His arms tightened around you, "I didn't want to, but they're too quiet. If there's one thing the Baratheons aren't known for, is being agreeable and placid."

You said nothing, but the thought of him going to Tarth unnerved you. He'd be careful, of course, but you knew there were no certainties in this world.

"What's the deal with Brienne?" you asked, trying to distract yourself. "She's not at all what I expected."

Aemond squeezed you gently before heading to the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" he asked as you followed him. "Brienne is not what anyone expects, least of all her father. The fact that she's, you know, got a university degree and works for a living is an insult to him."

"Gods forbid."

"Exactly. I mean, Father always thought it was 'cute' how we let Helaena help with all that 'computer nonsense'," he scoffed. "He never knew how vital she is to us, regardless of how many times we told him."

"Is Borros Baratheon the same?"

"Yeah, one of the old generation," Aemond nodded, then took a long drink, and you watched his throat work, the forearms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves. "Borros considers it a tragedy that he never managed to sire a son."

You smiled, "he sounds delightful." You sipped at your drink and then put the glass down, closing the distance between you and Aemond. "Come with me."

He didn't ask, he took the hand you held out, putting his own drink down and following you.

"I hope you've finalized all your plans for Tarth," you said, looking at him over your shoulder.

"I have. Why?"

You walked into your bedroom and pulled him down for a kiss. "Because I want you. Because I want to have my husband before he leaves."

He let you deepen the kiss, let you begin to undo the buttons on his shirt and push it off his shoulders, and you felt the tension lighten under the gentle touch of your fingertips. "Gods yes," he whispered as your mouth found the spot on his neck where his pulse beat.

You shoved him onto the bed, stepped between his thighs and began to undo the belt and zipper on his pants. He watched you, chest rising and falling, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He lifted his hips to help you slide down his pants and boxers, and slid up to give you room. You slipped off the oversized sweater you wore, pushed down the leggings, to reveal a pale pink bra and matching underwear in the sheerest lace, that covered nothing at all.

"Fuck."

You slowly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "Well, that is my plan." Kneeling between his thighs, you took him in your hands, making him gasp, and then you took him in your mouth, and he let out a long string of profanities.

You began working him slowly, your tongue tracing around the head and the vein on the underside of his length, going as far as you could as his thighs tensed with the effort to keep still.

"I'm not- I'm not going to last," he panted, and when you hummed around him, he swore again, and you felt one hand slipping into your hair. "I want to come inside you," he muttered, and you raised an eyebrow before pulling your mouth off him.

He grabbed your arms, pulling you until you were straddling him, and then he was tearing off your underwear before impaling you on his cock. "Fuck yes. By the Seven, you feel good."

You reached back to undo the clasp on your bra, tossed it aside as you began to move. Your hips rocked as you rose and fell, the feeling of fullness had you squeezing your breasts, your head falling back as he gripped you so hard you knew you'd find marks later.

More, you thought.

You heard desperate sounds from Aemond, knew he was close, and then he slipped a hand between your bodies, your gasp turning into a moan as you realized how far gone you were. You felt him get even harder inside you and it was enough to send you over the edge, your thighs squeezing his hips as your body tensed, his fingers relentless between your legs, prolonging your release until he groaned, his own orgasm taking over as you collapsed on top of him.

You felt his hips stutter against you as you slowly floated down. One arm went around you and you felt him roll over until you were on your back. He buried his face in your hair and you wrapped your arms around him.

"I will go to battle every day if this is how you send me off," he said a minute later. His hand was running up and down your arm, and you pressed a kiss to his neck.

I'd rather you didn't go to battle at all, you thought, but said nothing. Choosing him meant choosing his life, and you knew that.

"Will you let me know how things are going as much as you can?"

"Of course." He looked down at you, kissed the tip of your nose. "Maybe we can go somewhere after all this is done."

Your eyes widened. "Really? Just you and me?"

He pressed his lips together. "With some guards."

You nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."

* * * * *

Aemond left his wife curled up on the sofa, a book in her hand as he promised her he would be back as soon as possible. It was strange this, knowing there was someone waiting for him to return.

He knew his family wanted him to be safe, but he'd never been with anyone long enough for them to matter, for them to be around when he left to potentially confront someone.

He'd gone over the plan several times with all his men, taken Aegon's input and thanked Helaena for her logistics help. He'd had Cregan Stark's name on a list of people he could call on, Stark had offered, after all, but seeing his sister so happy pulled at him and he decided not this time.

Selwyn Tarth had cleared the airspace over his land, offered as many man as Aemond wished, along with transport and weapons if needed. While Aemond was hoping it would not come to needing such resources, he appreciated the offer, and had requested a discreet amount of both firearms and vehicles.

"We're starting our descent now, sir," his pilot said, and Aemond went over the plan one more time. Every contingency, every detail, he ran through it all.

* * * * *

"I want my accounts released."

Aemond stared at Borros Baratheon, dark eyes flashing in anger as he leaned over the desk in his office.

"They will be, as soon as all our conditions are met."

There was a knock on the door and a soft voice was heard through the heavy door. "Dad?"

"I want your goons to put their guns down so my daughter can come in."

Aemond nodded and his men put their weapons away.

"Come in."

The door opened and a young woman walked in. Aemond didn't know which girl it was, but he wondered at her sudden appearance.

"Floris, come here, sweetheart."

He put an arm around her, kissed her temple.

"Look, I didn't know Viserys was going after you. I gave him what he asked for, but he didn't run his plan by me. I'd like to apologize for that."

The young woman looked down at the ground and Aemond began to get a bad feeling.

"Marry my daughter. We become family, there is no animosity between us."

"I can't marry your daughter. I'm already married."

Borros smiled. "That's easy to fix. Your wife isn't from any of the Houses, it's not like it's an advantageous match. My Floris is-"

"lovely," Aemond interrupted, "but I'm not marrying her, Borros. She's going to Highgarden."

Floris looked up then, "Willas Tyrell?"

When Aemond nodded, she turned to her father. "Father, I-"

"Shut up, girl. Are you sending my girls all over fucking Westeros?"

"I'm making advantageous marriages for them, they will all be part of families pledging their loyalty to the right side."

"And then what, when they're all married off, do I get my accounts back?"

"Dad!" Floris looked at her father, brow furrowed.

"Once they are each married and living in their new homes, you get your accounts back. After providing proper dowries to each of them, of course."

Borros glared at Aemond. "Dowries? What the fuck is this, medieval-"

"This is what happens when you make bad choices, Borros," Aemond said, "you'll keep enough to live here comfortably. And I'll leave some men to make sure you don't get in trouble."

There was the sound of something rolling around and Borros looked out the window. "What the fuck is that?"

"I will send instructions for each girl's wedding - congratulations, Floris, Willas is a very intelligent and kind man. A pleasure as always, Borros." He didn't add that she'd have to cope with his grandmother ruling over the family, but that was not his concern.

He walked out with his men as Borros ran out in time to see most of his stockpile of weapons being loaded onto a large truck. He smiled as the older man began screaming in rage.

A moment later he was shoved to the ground by one of his men as shots rang out. He turned around, gun already in his hand, as Borros aimed at him again.

He heard Floris scream and several more shots rang out before he felt a sharp, burning pain in his chest, and then everything went dark.

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