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We had a patient last night who was a textbook case of electrolytes imbalance as a result of nausea and vomiting. And I didn’t say this to the patient because I didn’t think they’d appreciate it, but it’s kinda great when the way you are so so sick is like exactly like the textbooks say it’ll be. Like not good that you’re having sudden new onset muscle weakness and tingling, but buddy this is gonna get sorted out with an efficiency you won’t believe. We fixed like 85% of the stuff wrong with this patient by midnight and we marveled the whole time about how this patient was seemingly concocted in a lab so I could walk my trainee through a highly manageable crisis

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Short Plot

“Love and marriage - they go together, right?....They do go together…right?”

Oh, you hopeless romantic, you. Of course they don’t go together. Love is for fun and stories and passionate nights away from your betrothed. Marriage is for financial stability and separate beds and arguing behind closed doors.

With your looks, you’ll be lucky enough to find love in one person and marriage in another. But only the rich are lucky enough to find both in the same person. And you, my dear, are far from rich. 

So, put on the clothes I set out for you and let’s be on the way. Your suitors await.

Welcome to Eldoria, a small, seaside town nestled within the land of Orielle. This quiet, fishing town works hard to keep its head above water, oh - no pun intended. But with the sudden rise of taxes and aftermath of war within the kingdom, many of its townsfolk are struggling to keep up. 

Your family included. 

Times are desperate. Otherwise, you wouldn’t think twice about attending the Lovers Ball, nicknamed Serpent's Hollow by Eldoria’s townsfolk. This barter system between your town and the surrounding lands has been seen as a dirty, disgusting scam for many years, but…you need money. You need to protect your family. 

You hastily grab the flier from the town’s community board and stuff it into your pocket, praying there are no curious eyes watching. 

Little did you know, attending the Lovers Ball would soon be the least of your worries. 

Serpent’s Hollow is a fantasy and romance interactive fiction written by Rogue. It’s rated 18+ for sacrilegious themes, violence, sexual content, horror elements, and mild gore. 

Features

A fully customizable MC - name, appearance, gender identity, clothes, pronouns, and more.

A fantasy story with some deeply gothic elements. 

7 romance options (all over the age of 25) with their own fully distinct and separate routes, desires, and secrets. (This story definitely has heavy romance elements; however, there are plenty of options to simply form partnerships or friendships with your betrothed if you’re interested.)

The ability to build some interesting relationships with side characters (some who you may have a small fling with) throughout your journey. 

As you read the story, you’ll build a variety of stats which will impact your gameplay. Choose wisely. 

Your spouse sucks? Good news, you have the option to adopt a pet. How do you feel about a dragon? Oh…well, of course we have cats too. 

Feeling bored in your new home? Should you wish to, you have the option to get a job around town. There are currently five different options. Work at your local tavern, become a gardener, shelve books at the library, [redacted], [redacted]. Oops, can’t say those yet.  

Most importantly, save your family. Or let them rot. I don’t know, that’s on you. 

SWORDS. That’s all, that’s the selling point. 

If you’re looking for a story with a lot of options that will genuinely affect your gameplay, the scenes you read, and the romance you encounter, this may be the right place for you. 

Romance Options

Alastor - He/Him - 29 - Prince of Lyall 

“You listen to me. I paid for you. You belong to no one else.”

Alastor is the first prince of Lyall, currently learning the ways of ruling a kingdom. 

Around the castle, he’s known for his brash attitude and inability to take criticism. However, there’s a quite gentle side to this arrogant prince that only a few see. 

You’ll often find him locked away in his room, pouring over future plans for the kingdom.

For my “I can fix him” trope lovers. 

Hael - They/Them - 27 - Lyall Second Born

“Perhaps fate was never on our side, my love.”

Hael is the second born of Lyall. They are learning the way of ruling at a distance, and as a backup, but they have no real interest or desire in the affairs of the government. 

Around the castle, they’re known for their bright smile and helpful demeanor. 

You’ll often find them sitting around in the sun, wine in hand. 

For my “I need a good cry today” trope lovers.

Hira - She/Her - 25 - Princess of Lyall 

“Shall I cancel the weekly payments we’re sending your family, darling? I didn’t think so.”

Hira is the Princess of Lyall, with no plans to rule. She is truly the last resort. 

Though she has no plans to lead, that doesn’t stop her from working within the town. Being known as the “unseen princess” among the townsfolk makes her job as the town’s librarian a breeze. 

You’ll often find her in the bakery by the library. 

For my “classic enemies to lovers” trope lovers.

Joae - She/Her - 29 - Witch of Lyall

“I’ll be back within the week, feel free to do whomever you please in the meantime.”

Joae is a [redacted] from the land of [redacted], who is [redacted] for [redacted]. Oh damn, all of that is spoiler territory, huh? Sorry, y’all. Let’s keep going.

….I can’t tell you that either. Hmm. 

She belongs to the Seers of Lyall, a coven within the kingdom who work closely with the royal family.  

She’s often seen practicing her craft by the lake behind her coven’s manor. She is visibly at peace while working near or with water. 

For my “slow, slow, slow burn & I loved you first” trope lovers. 

Killian - He/Him - 32 - Tavern Keeper of Lyall 

“Perhaps it's the liquor causing me to say this, but…”

Killian owns the Mystic Goblet located in the heart of Lyall. 

He’s known around town for wooing those who come into his tavern, but never letting them get close enough to know him. 

You’ll often find him out and about in the town, helping the other store owners make deliveries and keep their doors open. 

For my “more than meets the eye even with all that trauma” trope lovers. 

Morana - She/Her - 26 - Lyall’s Privateer

“Shall I prepare a bed for you on the ship, love?” 

Morana has a complicated history; however, she doesn’t let those messy memories stop her from performing her job at the highest ability. 

She’s known among her crew for placing others above herself and her devout loyalty to the royal family. 

You’ll often see her in Killian’s tavern when she’s home. 

For my “touch them and die” trope lovers. 

Nevan - He/Him - 28 - Hired Sword Priest’s Right Hand

“Such dirty desires in this sacred place?”

Nevan is a hired sword of the royal family, currently posing as the priest’s right hand. He’s quickly learning the church has secrets darker than he could imagine. 

He’s known for his reserved demeanor within the church’s four walls. However, you know there’s someone dangerous lurking beneath the surface with him. 

You’ll often find him in the town's community garden with a novel in hand. 

For my “how have you kept up this facade for so long, you’re an asshole” trope lovers.

"Lover's Ball" flier under the read more.

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Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck

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So TUA is back and the only thing I can think about is Ben fucking with his tentacles 🫣

Thinking thoughts… maybe I will write something about it.

#oh please #i NEED this #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader

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"Two More For Dinner." Poly!DanBert X FEM! AFAB! Reader. A Commission Post.

Hey, hey, hey! SO another batch of commissions have been started! This is first up, a lovely Poly!DanBert meeting the parents with a rushed and hushed hook up trying not to get caught all for the lovely @eggsandbeer! She paid for a 2K comm and I went above and beyond and more than doubled that because the muse took me. I took out some of the more personal details to make this a more straight reader insert for you all to enjoy! I loved doing this, so, so much fun! I hope you all enjoy it too! Thanks for waiting of course, after those last two things being 20K I needed a break but I’m fucking back with a vengence! Three more comms to go after this with one more still open spot to go! Let’s get into it now tho, shall we?!

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Rating: Explicit. Length. 4.7K. Poly!DanBert X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Praise. Degradation. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Oral. Biting. Marking. Hickeys. Threesome. Blow Job. Masturbation. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Restrained Reader. Choking. Gagging. Face Fucking. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Teasing. Multiple Orgasms. Banter.

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They knew this.

They both knew it going into this with you, were all too aware of your situation, you talked about your family often and they were clearly very important in your life. It only made sense that when your relationship changed and pivoted from strangers to roommates to friends, to much, much more than that you’d want them to meet your family.  Even though logically they knew this would happen and come up it still didn’t stop the pair from sharing a look over the dinner table when you mentioned how your family wanted to meet and get to know your latest relationship. 

How much they’d affected you was obvious from how you spoke to how you acted, it was no wonder that they were curious. Your family liked to get together quite often so when a semi-regular dinner was on the horizon it was only natural the trio of you would be in attendance. 

Dan was relatively nervous to be honest. He really fucking liked what you had going on and your family meant something to you which meant that there was a good chance what your family thought about him and Herbert would be important to you, he didn’t want to screw this up. He was confident he would be able to keep himself in check but your shared roommate/boyfriend Herbert, he was much more nervous about. He knew far too intimately how Herbert could be, how his lack of filter could get himself and to be honest, Dan, into trouble as well as his temper. 

You were experiencing some slight unease yourself but overall you were confident that with a touch of coaching that they would do just fine. 

The week leading up to the dinner flew by too fast for Dan’s liking, what he also really didn’t like was how seemingly calm Herbert was. Friday night on their shared commute home the car was silent with the exception of the radio, Dan’s mind was whirring until he couldn’t take it anymore, he turned down the music to ask, “Hey Herbert?”

He had clearly been lost in thought, brows raised as he glanced over at Dan before fixing his eyes forward back on the road, “Yes, Dan?”

“How uh, how are you feeling about tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow?” Herbert questioned, “It’s a day off from work, I’m sure it will be a fine-”

Dan sighed, cutting him off, “That’s not what I mean and you know it! Aren’t you worried even a little about meeting her family over dinner?”

“Is that what you are referring to?” He asked with a roll of his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as he scoffed, “They are just people Daniel, maybe you should calm down.” 

Infuriating is what it was, totally infuriating but he let it go. Maybe it was a good thing Herbert wasn’t freaking out and nervous as fuck, if he was frantic it might only served to worsen how Dan was feeling. 

The next day you were the one to suggest it, turning to Dan as he was busy pouring himself a coffee, “Are you gonna help Herbert get ready?” 

He looked up and across to you, “I don’t know if I have to, he is like, weirdly calm.”

“I mean helping him with what he is wearing.” You stated and he nodded in response, “Oh thank God I was thinking the same thing, don’t worry I’m on it.” 

Herbert took offence. 

Dan was walking into Herbert’s bedroom with him in tow, “Herbert don’t fight me on this, just listen to me please-”

“I will do no such thing! I am more than capable of dressing myself Daniel, I’m not a child!” Herbert grabbed his shoulder, turning him harshly to force eye contact as they stood just in the doorway.

“I never said you were!” Dan said throwing his hands up in defence, “What I AM saying though is that you wear the same outfit day in day out like you are a goddamn cartoon character-”

“A cartoon character?!” Herbert’s mouth fell open, sheer disbelief as Dan continued on, unbothered by the interruption, “-and if every time we see her family you are in the same outfit they are going to think you are fucking nuts!”

“I have no idea how to respond to this, do you really think all of this?” He accused, arms crossed and Dan affirmed, “Not just me, she wants you to wear something different too, okay?”

“I don’t know where you got this idea that my wardrobe has no variety-” He started and Dan opened the closet doors, picking up the sleeve of one of the dress shirts holding up, “Ah yes, how can I forget, the one infamous blue shirt?”

Herbert huffed and turned, he walked to and then sat himself on the bed, “I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this, am I?”

“Not a snowball's chance in hell Herbie.” He admitted with a smile as he began to flip through the clothes available. 

He grumbled about the nickname but mostly let it slide. Quiet fell over them for a moment until Herbert spoke up again. “What cartoon am I in?”

“What?” Dan asked, a turn of his head, seeing Herbert staring at him, arms still crossed and brow creased, “I…I’m far too curious, what cartoon am I supposed to be in Daniel?”

“Oh that’s easy. Scooby Doo obviously-” He said cooly, turning back to the closet, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face, “Obviously?! Scooby Door is obvious?! Who am I exactly?”

Dan came over, clothes slung over his arm, “Your one of those villains they unmask who is all like ‘and I woulda gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that damn dog and those meddling kids-’ you know?” He put on a voice when he did the quote that Dan knew if you were present would have made you laugh. He dropped the clothing next to Herbert and reached out like he was going to ruffle Herbert’s hair, he quickly smacked his hand away preventing that. 

“Yes I’ve seen it, I know! I just still cannot believe that. And who are you supposed to be? Fred Jones?” Herbert asked incredulously. 

“Even knowing his last name, I think someone’s a fan-” Dan teased. “-but obviously I’m Fred. Now get dressed, we have to leave soon.”

You were in your room and could hear the vague conversation, could hear exclamations but no actual words were reaching you. 

You were sure it was all fine. 

At least that is what you tell yourself. This was all going to be okay, it had to be. You shoved any worry or negative thought out of your head as you left your room and headed downstairs to wait for them so you could all leave. You still maintained your own room even if you wouldn’t end up sleeping in there most nights since the relationship changed, it was nice to still have a space that was all yours. As much as you loved them you needed some time to yourself on occasion. 

You were down stairs, waiting by the door, checking yourself out in the mirror near the door, you looked great, felt even better honestly. No matter how tonight went, at least you had that, at least you looked good. 

You did a small turn as you fluffed your hair up, the lines of your outfit worked beautifully on your frame. You know you looked great but you hear a small whistle coming from behind you on the stairs and you look to see Dan descending with a grin. “Well, look at you.” 

You glanced down at the black short sleeve button up, red skirt, sitting just so to accentuate your waist, and footless black sheer tights, finishing off with black heels with little ankle straps. You looked back up at him, hands out at your hips, a small pose as you asked, “You like?”

He reached the bottom of the stairs and came forward, eyes dragging up and down, you’ve seen that look plenty of times before, you knew that look and what it meant. Dan took your hands as he said sincerely, “I love.” 

“Thank you.” A small smile on your face before you asked, “Where’s our other third?” He let out an amused huff at your joke playing off the term other half in your little triad. 

“He’s finishing getting dressed, should be down soon.” His hands released yours and slid onto your hips, a squeeze and you asked, “How soon?”

“Too soon, no time for much fun which is a shame because with how you look right now-” He let out a sigh and you leaned up, one of your hands meeting the back of his neck, “I mean we can do a little somethin’-”

That was all he needed to hear before he kissed you. 

You returned it immediately. Deepening it, a soft hum against his lips and he tugged you closer, more flush against him. Your lips slid against his and they parted for you, your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him, tongue teasing into his mouth. Time always flowed too fast when his hands were on you, the same way you always got entirely too caught up in him. Seemingly too soon you hear Herbert, “Must I wear this sweater you chose-”

You and Dan broke apart, your hands still on each other as you looked up to see Herbert halfway down the stairs, soft looking navy blue sweater in one hand, his other on the railing, he leaned on it with a smile as he said. “So sorry to interrupt.” 

“No, no you're fine.” You say easily as you pull away and Dan reluctantly does the same as he answers the question as he says, “Yes it’s gonna be cold, wear the damn sweater.” He groans and you ask, “Please?” 

He complies and you thank him genuinely. 

After that you all get your respective shit together and head out the door so you won’t be late. 

The ride over is fine, quick, you arrive and take the lead, walking up with the dessert you bought yesterday to contribute to tonight’s affair. Dan and Herbert followed behind, both surprisingly quiet as you knocked on the door and you heard voices inside pitch up as footsteps approach and the door is flung open for you to be greeted by familiar faces. 

They were shocked to say the least. 

They weren’t expecting it honestly. You mentioned you were in a new relationship but they just assumed it was with one person, not two. When you came in and introduced the pair as your, “-boyfriends Herbert West and Daniel Cain-” the emphasis on the s in boyfriends caused some raised eyebrows. 

You were led away to bring dessert to the kitchen and the boys were brought into the living room and between your family members when you were all settling in hushed whispers were passed back and forth. 

“Did you know? About the uh-” Your mother started and someone followed up, “About the fact there are two of them? No!" 

"I could have sworn she said the name Herbert before." Your brother said and your step dad responded, "Did she? I heard Dan." 

They were all confused but ultimately this was a good thing right? More than one person to care for and look after you could be nothing but a good thing. 

The afternoon started off well. Drinks were gotten, snacks were provided, and talking began. Your grandmother ended up on the couch with Dan and Herbert on either side, a photo album spread out on her lap and telling embarrassing story after embarrassing story. You were seated in a nearby chair, legs crossed and nowhere near as amused as your boyfriends were. 

“So she was really into that song?” Dan asked with a laugh and your grandmother piped up, “Oh over and over and over, it was Sherry by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons till the record wore out.”

Herbert was actually smiling, eyebrows raised, “You wore the record out?”

“It warped from overplaying.” You admitted with a sigh that pulled a loud laugh from the pair. 

However it didn’t stay quite so rosy when your step dad cornered the duo. Asking some of the usual questions, one of the biggest ones of course was, “Where did you both attend school?”

They both responded with “Miskatonic university.”  

To which your step dad replied, “Oh Miskatonic?” He sucked his teeth and they both shared a look and Herbert asked, “What? Is something wrong with that?”

“No, no, Miskatonic is a fine school but it isn’t exactly Ivy League is it? Harvard, now that is a school-” He went on and Dan had to catch himself from letting out a sound of shock and Herbert tensed next to him, it took a lot of him to not say anything. 

Especially when your step dad proceeded to talk about the struggles of being a doctor, even when he wasn’t one, about how hard medical school and like was even though again he had no personal experience what-so-ever.

Dan had to have a hand on Herbert’s shoulder, a hard grip and a tight smile as he tried to listen as politely as possible and not engage. He always had a better handle on his temper than Herbert did. He was listening to your step dad talk about something totally inane and incorrect involving placing IVs when your older brother came by and added fuel to the fire. 

“Yeah medical school almost seems too easy, right dad?” He asked with a big grin. “I mean being a doctor, surgery, it almost seems laughably easy.”

When that dropped Dan knew they needed to get out of there.

They managed to slip away and find you in the kitchen helping out when they said they needed to steal you for something for a moment. You end up in another room, door closed, asking, “Fucksake what is this about? I was helping prep dinner when you pulled me away.” 

”Oh so sorry, Daniel and I were just drowning out there while you were off chopping vegetables-” Herbert started and you threw him a look, “Drowning? Herbert I know you are dramatic but please, how were you drowning?”

“Your step dad was giving us the third degree which was bad enough until your brother decided to join in.” Dan said and you turned your head up to look at him, “You too? Man I knew this would be a little stressful but to see you so rattled too Cain I’m surprised.”

“You want to know what is really throwing me off is this damn sweater you insisted upon-” Herbert tugged on the collar of it as he turned to Dan, “I don’t understand why I couldn’t have worn what I wanted to.”

“Do I have to explain the cartoon principle again?” He sighed, crossing his arms and Herbert said, “You made it perfectly clear the first time but you wear the same outfit all the time too!”

“When?” Dan asked and Herbert fired back. “At work-”

“Scrubs at the hospital don’t count!” You were watching them go back and forth and wondering what this was really about, there is no way it is what they are saying, there has to be more. You try to turn over some of the reasoning in your mind but come up empty and before you can even begin to vocalise any of these thoughts Dan is cutting off Herbert’s rant with a kiss. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised honestly, it made too much sense. This was a big, stressful thing, a test of your relationship so far, and this? An excuse and chance to blow off some steam and release some tension sounded frankly perfect. You all earned and deserved it, the boys had taken everything in stride and you could make this trip worth it. 

You are reminded of what Dan started back in the front foyer of your shared house, how he kissed you so hungrily and eagerly, hands on you so quickly. That makeout was cut tragically short, you had been left wanting and here was the perfect opportunity to pick up where you left off. 

You waste no time stepping closer and inserting yourself into what they started, your hand on Herbert’s back and you leaning up, a kiss to Dan’s neck and just like that the attention was flipped onto you. 

You were pushed until your back met the wall and you felt those two all too familiar sets of hands on you. Dan was kissing you and there was Herbert, one hand smoothing up your side as he began speaking in your ear, “Quite the little outfit you chose tonight.”

Dan broke away to contribute, “God, right? Talk about distracting, I could barely focus on a thing your mother was saying in the kitchen earlier when you were trying to get that serving dish down, skirt rode up so fucking high-” His own sentence trailed off and he kissed you again, deeper than before. It was like he needed to, as is recounting how much he almost saw, the tease of it in addition to having you right here was too much, he needed to try and satiate that hunger. 

You didn’t have much time before people would come looking for the three of you, couldn’t take as long as usual, your head was nearly swimming as Dan dropped to his knees and Herbert pressed closer. You were in a particular mood and you asked, “You know what I find funny, West?” 

“Please indulge me.” He breathed as his lips dragged over your jaw, kissing along and down to your neck. 

You arch closer with a soft sound of pleasure as you feel Dan’s hands sliding up your legs, feeling the smooth material of your tights disappearing under your skirt. 

“I find it so funny, oh, that you talk such a big game, logic this and intelligence that, but I put on a short skirt and heels, bend over just a little and you can’t contain yoursel-”

Just then his hand is on your throat. Herbert holding you to the wall, strong grip, not cutting off your air supply but certainly not letting you move, a harsh and deep kiss that does steal your breath. He feels you attempt to move closer to return it but his hand on your neck is preventing that. Next you feel Dan’s fingers hook in your tights and drag them down, his mouth nips at your inner thighs and your knees feel weak. 

Thank God for Herbert holding you into the wall as the thighs are pulled down to near your ankles and that same hot mouth presses more kisses on each inner thigh until a hard bite leaves you gasping into his mouth. Herbert pulls back with a smirk, finally responding to you, “Ha, ha, very funny indeed.” 

They had such a good habit of making you eat your words when you attempted to tease. Your panties are tugged down next, and you hear Dan from below say, “Oh she’s so wet right now, always ready, what a good girl.”

“I prefer the term slut.” Herbert hummed, “Always wet, ready and wanting.” 

Dan laid another bite down that had you tensing, inhaling sharply and Herbert pressed on, “I think we should put her to good use.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” You can feel Dan’s smile against you and you wonder just what they have in mind.

In two short minutes you are on your back. Your shirt is open, bra is halfway down, Herbert is palming one of your tits, fingers teasing one of your nipples, tugging on it in a fashion that has you arching closer. Dan is on his knees still, your thighs and panties bunched around your ankles, skirt flipped up, wet cunt exposed, your legs pushed back and his mouth sucking a hickey into your inner thigh. You were trembling, you loved how as soon as the last hickeys dissipated the pair was insistent on replacing them, all in places just for their eyes, your chest, your thighs, your hips. 

More than that Herbert had his pants open, hard cock out and stuffed in your mouth, you were looking up at him, eyes half lidded and hand moving with your mouth as you sucked, your tongue following the thick vein that ran up the underside of his shaft. It was a good thing he was, you all needed to be quiet and that was much easier to accomplish with your mouth full. 

Dan made it worse, when his tongue lathed over the bite mark, almost a small apology for the hurt but his tongue didn’t stop there, up and up until he licked a firm stripe up the middle of your slit. Your eyes squeezed shut as his tongue passed over your clit once before zeroing in on it, swirling with purpose around the sensitive bud. 

You suck harder and Herbert bit back a groan, his hand that wasn’t palming your chest threads in your hair, he thrust forward into your mouth causing you to gag slightly, “Fuck, you can do better than this, right? Focus.” 

You made a sound that could be read as a whimper around the shaft in your mouth, drool was leaking out of the corner of your mouth and you tried to work harder but Dan eating you out so well was making it hard to keep up. “So messy.” Herbert teased as he brushed some of the mess away from your mouth.

Dan was giving himself a hand as he was consuming you whole, you could feel the hot breath fanning over your soaked flesh, pace wasn’t as steady or neat as when he had his attention fully on you but it felt almost better. Knowing he was so hot and bothered, so worked up he just had to jerk himself off while tasting you.

You couldn’t even see it, eyes still closed but even if they were open there was no way from the angle you could see him with his hard cock in hand but that was fine, the thought fuels you. The sloppy technique still felt fucking incredible, you needed to hurry though, you’d almost been gone ten minutes. You would never live it down if you were caught like this. 

Your family was busy with some pre-dinner board game and they usually really got into their games, that game wouldn’t last forever though. 

The orgasm crept up quickly. The pair knew your tells way too easily, especially when one of them had a dick in your mouth, you would almost totally stop bobbing, tongue would slow down, breathing would slow and Herbert said, “Don’t stop Dan, she’s really close, aren’t you?”

That time you whimper and nod, so close, and the man between your legs hums in response and that pulls you even closer. A few more strong and firm flicks over your clit, Dan’s own hand slows in touching himself, making sure to keep it consistent, ensure your end and it works of course. 

You cum against his tongue, squirming as the pleasure sweeps over you and Herbert tugs on your hair and shoves deep as he can into your mouth making you choke down any sound that might have spilled out when you came. You gag but it doesn’t lessen how hard you cum, if anything it increases it, Herbert lets out a quiet curse of your name as you suck indulgently on the tail end of your orgasm. 

You are still shaking when Herbert gives you some relief and pulls halfway out and you feel Dan move, his mouth lifts, “Fuck you taste incredible.” He sounded out of breath and you felt him pressing against you, hot and hard, throbbing and it made your eyes shoot open and look down at him. 

His eyes are burning into yours with a question and your brows furrow with a shaky nod, you wanted it, you needed to feel him. He looked almost relieved you wanted him so much, his hands on your hips, he lines up and sinks into you with one smooth motion. The stretch makes you groan around Herbert’s dick and he pulls hard on your nipple as he shh’s you, “Shut up. Are you trying to get us caught?” 

No you weren’t, you swear, but how can you shut up when he talks like that while you are getting split open like this? How can you do anything but moan?

“You are so fucking tight.” Dan breathed, as he started to move and Herbert took over, his hand in your hair still guiding you, thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth as Dan’s hips rocked.

You had to really make yourself fight to keep quiet but Dan angled you just right and hit that sweet spot that had you groaning around Herbert and he shoved deeper to try and shut you up. It didn’t help that Dan was panting openly, fucking in harder, slight sound of skin on skin. The three of you were a truly dangerous combination. You all fed into each other, got so caught up that not losing yourselves in the rhythm and pleasure was nigh impossible. 

“Shit, not gonna last, God-” Dan’s head tips back, face a little flushed, showing off that long neck and one of his hands lifts off your hip, between your legs, thumb pressing down, messy circles rubbed into your clit and you tighten around him. 

You aren’t going to last either. 

Herbert cums first, spilling down your throat, his hand no longer on your chest, biting his palm to stop himself from moaning too loudly. You swallow him down greedily as his hips stutter until the stimulation is too much and he pulls out with a small hiss from the brief over stimulation from you still sucking. You suck down a deep breath and bite your bottom lip before a truly perfect thrust from Dan and a swirl of his thumb has you gasping out, “Oh fuck M’ gonna-”

Herbert’s hand leaves his mouth and covers yours, he tugs hard on your hair to help silence you as your cum for the second time around Dan’s hard cock stretching you open. You breathe hard through your nose as you ride out the pleasure and the hard squeeze of your walls mid-orgasm makes Dan break. 

He isn’t sure how he manages to hold it in but he cums inside of you with a shuddering exhale. The feeling of him spilling inside of you at the end of your orgasm leaves you shaking below the pair. 

You take a long minute to revel before starting to untangle. 

“Holy shit did I need that.” Dan admitted and you laughed quietly, “Right?” 

Herbert was assisting to pull your panties and tights back down as you were tugging your bra back into place and doing the buttons on your shirt back up. The panties were put back into place quickly after Dan pulled out so the cum would leak back into your own underwear instead of onto the floor, a stain that would be way too hard to explain. “How about you Herbert?”

You asked as he was fixing his pants, “Much more relaxed.” He said honestly before rolling his shoulders and then grimacing, “And much sweatier thanks to this sweater.”

Dan rolled his eyes as he did his own belt up, “I’m so sorry Herbert, okay?”

“I dunno if I can forgive you.” Herbert sighed and you sat up, arms thrown around his shoulders, a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth as you asked, “C’mon lighten up.” 

“I’ll try.” He deadpanned and you and Dan both laughed.

You all made sure you looked fine and like you didn’t just have a threesome in the other room hushed and rushed as you slipped back out to join everyone. They were still wrapped up in the board game and dinner prep. No one noticed you were gone for around fifteen minutes. Dinner went off without a hitch and no one noticed either that you kept shifting in your seat from the mess leaking out of you. 

Well not no one, Dan and Herbert certainly did and the smiles over the table shared, the same kind that are made over a private kind of joke made you grin in kind. 

#HOLY SHIT #THIS IS SO GOOD #IM IN LOVE

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pairing. eddie munson x female! reader 

an. well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know what came over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3 synopsis. after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods. 

warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d. 

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#DEAR LORD #IVE GONE INSANE #I AM #WRUFF #LIKE #OP #THE ANIMALISTIC SOUNDS I MADE WHILE READING THIS #JESUS FUCKING CHRIST #whoever is lucky enough to have a chance at fucking me should read this first #as a manual #eddie i need u #eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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#OP #DEAR LORD OP #JESUS FUCKING CHRIST #I AM CLUTCHING THE AIR #FUCKING HELL #NO WORDS #NO BLOODY WORDS #i am so h . word i cannot lie #eddie i need u

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Imma fight each and every one of yous who don't use the 'keep reading' feature

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Just imagining pining after Dwayne on the boardwalk. You’re in town for the summer—doesn’t matter why. Somehow you wind up at the boardwalk late in the evening, going through shop after shop, until your eyes land on the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. Seriously. How can someone be so beautiful?

Maybe that’s why you keep coming back, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pretty boy with long, black hair one more time. And, at some point, the pretty boy starts staring back. You don’t remember when it started, only that his eyes would find yours as you stood on opposite sides of the boardwalk. The distance between you was vast—neither of you coming within ten feet of each other—but it didn’t matter.

The first time you walk past him is in the parking lot. He’s straddling his bike, and he’s just there. No one and nothing stands between you. You almost say hi, but your throat seizes shut immediately. But you do offer him a small, wobbly smile. Later, you’ll realize that’s the first time you’ve actively acknowledged him. It’s not quite a ‘hello,’ and not a ‘good bye.’ It’s awkward and short and you’re chastising yourself as soon as you do it—

But he smiles back.

The first time he enters the same store as you, you nearly have a heart attack.

It’s a candy store. You’re pursuing the neon treats in their acrylic cages when he comes in with those boys he always hangs out with. His friends, maybe? Brothers? They don’t look alike, and you’re not sure. The pretty boy stands on the other side of the shop, a display of cotton candy forming a barrier between you. You try to pay attention to the candy in front of you—you really do—but you can feel his gaze. His face is slightly obscured by wisps of pink and blue, but you can see his soulful brown eyes peering back at you.

It feels like a scene from a romcom. A meetcute between the two leads. The two of you slowly sliding along the displays, mindful of the wall between you. You don’t speak, but you don’t need to. A small smile plays on his lips—as if he’s saying hello, you. As if he’s acknowledging this weird, unspoken crush you have. As if he thinks it’s amusing. But there’s no malice in his demeanor. Teasing, yes, but good natured. Curious.

And then he’s gone, and you’re left flustered from the encounter. Somehow, it makes things feel more real. Like there’s no more pretending. The scene has been set, and tensions are building—the audience’s heart swells with anticipation. It’s only a matter of time before it breaks. The stage is set, the prelude over, and now comes the action.

The first time he speaks, you were unaware of his presence. When you arrived on the boardwalk, his bike was nowhere to be seen. Neither was he. You tried to stifle your disappointment by visiting some shops you hadn’t been to before. You found yourself at a small bookshop with carts of books stationed outside, leafing through a random copy, when you feel someone approach the cart. You don’t look up. You don’t even notice. Not until—

“Hi.”

—Not until he speaks.

The first time you speak to him, he’s smiling. It’s cute, and impish, and you realize something.

“Hi.”

You realize that he’s much, much prettier up close.

#OH MY GOD #OH MY DEAR LORD #THIS IS ADORABLE #IM IN LOVE

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yknow i'm both a fanfic author and an artist and I've realized that with fics i always hate them when i finish em but then after a few months I'll reread them and be like "shit this is actually good",while with art i finish it thinking it looks great and then when i look at it a few days later i hate it

#rambles #idk whats that ab #fanfics #fanfiction #art #yayayayay

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Breath of life

Poly!Lost Boys x Witch Reader (though chapter 1 is focused on Dwayne)

Summary:A night of some magical practice brought upon you something or someone more than you bargained for

Chapter 1 of ?

A/N:uhh slay im starting another series and praying to god i actually finish this one,if not y'all can yell at me until i do.This was supposed to be a one shot but then i realized it was a tad bit too long so i decided to cut it up into a few parts so yeah!Have fun <3

Inhale

Exhale

Oxygen spread through your body, focused breaths the only thing that could be heard in the empty little field you were sat in.In your laid a small dying flower,it’s petals now lacking the vibrancy it once held.

Frustration was starting to build in your body,you have tried this spell many times before,no luck each time and it was starting to seem like today would be yet another failure.Times like these made you miss Jackie,the old eccentric woman you had grown to know and love.You met her freshly out of high school after starting to work at her humble little shop of the arcane,filled with all types of unique trinkets.

Word spread that she was extremely overprotective over it and it shocked you that after so many of your peers applied to work there you were the one chosen,Jackie had said it had something to do with your energy,the aura surrounding your body.Still,that woman didn’t make it easy on you,she treated each item with such care and couldn’t have anything less from you,hell you were sure that if it wasn’t for her health showing her age of 78 she wouldn’t have even hired anyone in the first place.

Your spiritual skepticism was gone just a few months into working with her,seeing things that couldn’t be explained no matter how many times you tried,figuring that the talks around town about your boss having less that human abilities weren’t rumors after all and after a year of working with her you had more in your hands than you ever thought possible.No longer were you just an employee,no,you had grown to be her right hand man,her trusted apprentice.

Right now you were wishing that you had more time with her,having only learned the theories she thought.Sadly she was gone before she could teach you how to put those theories into practice,leaving behind a heartbroken and confused you.Though she didn’t leave without any last words,a note on her colorful,creaky old desk showed that.In it laid all the information about what you could sell,what not,but most importantly what you should keep for yourself,specifically two huge boxes filled to the brim with items she deemed you would need to continue the spiritual journey she had laid out before you.

Among those items was a huge book that now was before you,filled with writings from Jackie’s own hand.You were reading over what was supposed to be an easy spell,just something that could breathe life into the smallest of living things.Biting your lip,your hands trembled slightly as you were trying not to grow mad at the lack of action that was happening,knowing that anger wasn’t an emotion you wanted to bring into the spell under any circumstances,that would only do more harm than good.

As you were chanting the words quietly you started to imagine that Jackie was here with you, guiding you,her voice mixing in with your own.Suddenly you started to feel as if something invisible was flowing from your fingertips and into the plant that laid cupped between your hands.The brittle leaves slowly started to saturate and to your amazement the once dead flower was now bursting with life before your very eyes.The gasp you let out could probably be heard from a mile away and you couldn’t stop yourself from jumping up off your kneeling position, letting out more than one “FUCK YEAH!” in the process.

Little did you know you weren’t as alone as you thought you were,a pair of eyes on you this entire time.The darkness did a good job at concealing them,the moonlight not bright enough to show even a trace.

Behind a tree,around 20 feet away from you,stood a brunette,his mouth gaping at what he had just seen.See Dwayne was just going on a stroll around town when he had laid his eyes on you,causing him to follow suit.At first he figured you’d make a good meal,something young and pretty he could sink his teeth in,though the scene that just unfolded in front of him changed that completely.He started to wonder if the food Paul had given him earlier was laced with hallucinogens or something causing him to see something that wasn’t there,and if it wasn’t for the faith smell that the flower let out as if came back to life he would’ve believed that to be true.

He stood there for at least 15 more minutes,watching you gather up your stuff and leave the field.After you were gone he went up to where you were just stood,looking for even more proof of what he just saw,and proof there was.He saw the tiny flower which was very much alive,so vibrant that it made everything else there look dull.Quickly thereafter he had gone to search for the rest of the boys,needing to tell them what he had just witnessed.

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Marko llaughed in his face when Dwayne said he saw a “witch”,Paul’s own laughter joining in right after.

“Oh did they have green skin and a broomstick too?” Paul poked,clearly not believing him.

“I know what i saw” Dwayne growled,annoyed at his companion's disbelief.David was quiet though,if this was any of the other two blondes telling him this he wouldn’t have believed them but he knew that Dwayne wasn’t the type to bullshit like this,not often at least.

As the bickering between the three other boys continued David chimed in.”Take us to where you saw this” he more or less ordered,which Dwayne gladly did.

Luckily the flower was still there when they arrived,standing out from the less than lively nature surrounding it.That wouldn’t have been enough proof to convince the rest of Dwayne’s story but they could clearly feel something different in the area around the plant,a type of energy they hadn’t felt before.

That night they had discussed a plan,if you were truly what Dwayne claimed you were they were more than interested in getting to know you,having not met anyone else with less than human abilities in their years in this town.

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Days passed since your last magical expedition and you now you were proud to say you got the hang of bridging any type of small to medium-sized plant back to life and so you wanted to try something new.Your bag felt heavy as it clung to your shoulder,the spell book with you once again,though this time you weren’t going straight to the field.You decided to grab some dinner while out and visit the local bookshop,a little treat for yourself.

The bells hung from the wooden door of the bookshop jiggled as you entered,grabbing the attention of the boy,no older than 17,which was working on the register today.You vaguely remember his name being George,the son of the bookshop owner.He smiled as you entered,eyes taken off what you could only guess was an action comic he was holding in his hands.A short greeting was passed and after that you had gone to surt the shelves for something eye-catching.

As you were lost in the mystery section you heard the bell jiggle again and then the faint sound of George asking if he could help whoever it was out,though the sound of his voice gave off confusion,as if the customer wasn’t someone he’d expect to see in his pa’s shop.You payed no mind to it,half lost at the titles spread out before you, again ignorant to the stalking you were subject to.

Dwayne had almost walked straight into the light pole when he saw you walk by in town,his eyes following you like a hawk.Again he was on his own but this time he wasn’t going to just let you walk away so he started following in your step.After a 3 minute walk, he found himself standing inside a bookshop he had never even thought of visiting before.Your scent was strong inside there,a perfume he recognized as the same one you wore all those days prior.

He turned down the teen who asked him if he needed any help and went to browse the many shelves in the sore,trying not to look too suspicious,the last thing he needed was to scare you off.You on the other hand paid no mind to the world around you which was something Dwayne had noticed you did.

After scanning through many titles a certain book had caught your eye but it stood on the highest shelf,out of your reach and Dwayne saw this as a golden opportunity.Just as you were about to turn around to go ask for a chair,you felt something brush behind you.With a soft “hm?” you turned around,only to be greeted by a peculiar sight.Right there stood a brunette long haired man,tall,clearly handsome,yet what surprised you the most was his style of choice,a leather jacket with nothing underneath in a bookstore?

Dwayne must’ve seen the confusion on your face accompanied by your slightly fastened heartbeat.”Looking for this?” he asked,a toothy grin plastered on his face and the book you wanted in his hands.

At that your eyes landed from him to the book. ”Oh yeah!” you answered,trying to hide any embarrassment you felt for staring at the man,then,without another word,you grabbed the book from his hands.Dwayne’s eyebrows furrowed at that,suprsided that you had done it without even a question,though he couldn’t even question it because as quickly as you took it you opened your mouth to speak yet again. ”I’m guessing you got it for me?” 

He only nodded at that,the motion causing a small smile to grow on your face. ”Thank you then,i needed the help” you now grinned and Dwayne swore he felt his dead heart warm up a tiny bit.He had thought you were cute since the first night he had laid his eyes on you,but up close like this cute seemed like an understatement.

Just as he was about to ask for your name George popped in between the shelves the two of you occupied, calling out to you. ”Dad told me to tell you that some book you ordered arrived” he said,and before Dwayne could mumble one word you were saying a quick bye and leaving to the register,seemingly very excited to pick up whatever package had come for you.

He thought that maybe he could wait for you to finish up and try to spark up a conversation again but just as he was thinking of what to say he saw you quickly exiting the store,a spring in your step as you greeted a friend right outside.Dwayne couldn’t do much other than watch you leave hand in hand with them,this interaction leaving him with more questions than answers.Who were you he wondered and he vowed he wouldn’t let you slip away this easily the next time he saw you.

That night he had flashed a clear image of you in his mind,sharing it with the rest of the boys,they were going to figure you out.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys dwayne #tlb 1987 #tlb dwayne #tlb x reader

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1k words into my TLB x witch reader fic and they haven't even properly met them yet...this is gonna be LONG

#dear lord #i spent so much on their backstory #hopefully it turns out good #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine

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hmmm I want to write something about the boys ...👁👁

#perhaps i shall #the losy boys #tlb #the lost boys x reader

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lessons in design | 3 

gif credit: @illusionsofforever​

PART ONE. PART TWO. MASTERLIST. 

pairing. office au! | virgin!edward nashton (the riddler) x female! reader series summary. edward is in charge of registering the new recruits. it’s boring and dull work, but he happens upon the newest member of the design team and becomes a little bit too interested in her startup. 

warnings. rigggghttt – 18+, male receiving hand job and oral, public oral, spit as lube, sub/dom dynamics (m!sub, f!dom) dirty talk, subspace (not named), come eating. not beta’d. an. besties i love u guise sm thank u for reading my shit. pls comment and reblog if you enjoy<3

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#dear lord #dear everything holy #and unholy #oh my #like 👁👁 #sheesh #in love #edward nashton #the riddler

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ik ppl talk about stalker / obsessed Edward but sometimes i think abt it the other way around w the reader being obsessed. imagine working with Edward and hes awkward and shy and so so self conscious, that your every attempt at subtly getting his attention is lost on him. imagine you leave him small tokens and gifts on his desk, Youre the one doing the staring. the one stealing something small and so so insignificant he doesnt even notice its missing...but You know. he cant understand the sudden feeling he gets that eyes are always on his back. hes use to it, but not in This way. it feels different this time. i imagine it so vividly in my head im like *grabs him like a squeaky toy*

helllloooo dear jesus yes. have this lil unedited drabble i just wrote about it. this feels soooo much like the reader's pov in lessons in design

It was so easy because he didn’t know that you existed.

Or at least it seemed that way. Morning Edward, you’d always greet, smiling up at his lanky frame as he walked through the office, backpack slung over his shoulder, battered paperback in one hand, reusable coffee cup in the other.

He’d glance at you, eyes wide in an odd kind of panic, eyes looking over your open frame as you turned to him, beaming like a sun ray.

He never said a word.

Sometimes, he’d raise a finger around the book he was carrying, his long finger signalling a hello.

He’s a busy guy, you told yourself. Busy and quiet…you’d bought the book he was holding.

Sniffed it out in a second-hand bookstore, the spine snapped, cover bent and somewhere in your mind, you imagined it was his copy. Imagined him handing it to you with an eager smile – you’ll love it, I know you will.

Not that you’d tell him that. Not that you’d tell anyone that. You’d sat it on your desk, hoping he’d see it on the way to his cubicle, but if he had, he hadn’t let you know.

Every week, Miranda in accounting would bring in a box of biscuits.

She’d leave them on the kitchen table, and they’d be raided before Edward ever got a chance to get at them. One time, you’d walked in on his picking at the leftovers. You’d held your cup of tea, tried to be nonchalant as you slid up next to him, peering over at the black, plastic tray.

Oh, all the good ones are gone, you’d noticed, sipping your tea. Edward glanced up at you. Mouth opened, as if he so desperately wanted to get a word out, but all you heard was the rush of his breathing, followed by the chill as he scuttered away.

His favourite was the ginger ones, so you’d befriended Miranda.

Hey Mir, how are you? Hey Mir, how’s the kids? Oh, I love those biscuits you bring in…yeah, totally – all the good ones are gone though, by the time I get to them. My favourite? I’m so glad you asked…

You’d left the pile of ginger snaps on his desk, wrapped in a white tissue – a small token of the little obsession you had. Leant on your desk and watched him put his backpack down. He looked down at the tissue -- unpeeled the little gift, surprise marring his features and you waited, begged for him to look up at you, but all he did was put his blue parka on the back of his chair and snapped an edge of the biscuit into his mouth.

You tried not to be obvious with your staring.

You really did. At first, it was easy. He was always buried in something – his computer, paperwork, his packed lunch – that he never noticed it. Your lingering glances.

You, walking towards the stationery station that was next to his desk, blunt pencil in hand. With beady eyes, you’d look over his cluttered desk, trying to see what he was doing before you jammed the pencil you’d snapped into the machine and hearing it whirl. Looking over your shoulder.

He’s wearing blue today. Hmmm, those are new shoes. Squinting, looking at the small figurines he had there. His small succulents that looked like they were dying.

One evening, you were doing your weekly shopping and happened upon a tiny, novelty watering can. You stared at it. Thought about his dying plants. Thought about him filling it with water and carrying it to his desk, trying to not spill the water over the small, circled top.

You got to work early and left it wrapped on his desk. No one was about, so you let your eyes wander over his array of clutter. Saw a little blue ball of blu tac and picked it up, casually walking back to your desk with it, rolling the adhesive putty between your fingers.

When he saw the watering can, he blushed. Went a deep red, then tried to hide his surprise by shoving his glasses up his nose and putting the gift to the side. Still, as he put his backpack down, you saw his precious little face erupt into an innocent, small smile.

He must have sensed you around. You weren’t exactly discrete with it – not anymore, anyway. You were always hovering near the stationery cart with your array of sharpened pencils. He must have heard you scoff, going, gotta clean this thing out, followed by the banging of the machine against a bin.

Must have saw how obvious you were being, saying good morning to him while you played with the blu tac you’d stolen off of his desk. Saying, anyone want coffee? Near his desk, just so you could make it for him.

Okay, everybody squeeze together, the photographer ordered. It was the yearly photo op, and everybody in the office had to take part.

Hovering around the edges, you waited to see where Edward parked himself so you could run in, a faux panicked look on your face. Miranda going, come on honey, they’re about to take it! And Edward turning to the sound, seeing you, then feeling you as you rushed in, brushing against him, then taking his arm in yours to anchor yourself there before grinning at the camera.

When it was printed, you noticed that he was looking at you. A mix of shock and panic on his pretty face, looking down at you while you grinned at the camera.

You flicked through the array the photographer had taken, and his eyes had never shifted. Always looking at you. His confusion bleeding into wonder, then on the last one, a smile.

Still, it was getting annoying. His inability to realise you were there. To get the god damn picture. You wanted to walk up to him and take him by the shoulders, shaking his frame, saying, I like you, you idiot! But to no avail. One night, you decided. You had to amp up the pressure.

#OHHH #creep me era i love it

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lessons in design | 2 

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PART ONE. MASTERLIST. 

pairing. office au! | virgin!edward nashton (the riddler) x female! reader series summary. edward is in charge of registering the new recruits. it’s boring and dull work, but he happens upon the newest member of the design team and becomes a little bit too interested in her startup.  

warnings. 18+. public hard on, male masturbation, male receiving oral, stalker-ish behaviour and sub/dom dynamics (m!sub, f!dom) baby i’m not even here, i’m a hallucination type beat, (again. i’m sorry, they’ll fuck at some point i promise) 

an. thank u for the love on part one!!! in this one he’s even more pathetic ur welcome !!! <3 also pls comment & reblog if u like, love u. 

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