#I forget sometimes that if you don't want your heart to run off screaming

[lilithbizarre]

me, having not gone outside for over a week now: janey mac wonder why I'm so anxious and dizzy

#lilith ag labhairt #I forget sometimes that if you don't want your heart to run off screaming #You need to get it pumping semi regularly

[hairmetal666]

He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.

Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.

And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.

Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.

And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.

"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.

"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.

True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?

"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."

And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.

"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"

Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.

"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."

Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #but not really though? #hate sex #but only kind of? #idiots in love #smut #i really don't know what this is #it just kind of happened #i thought of Eddie listing things he hated about Steve and it all poured out #this is very i hate the way i don't hate you not even close not even a little bit not even at all #it wasn't an intentional 10 things homage

[kalims]

you say I love you as a goodbye accidentally | all

premise.

"okay," you smile at no one in particular, though you've got a feeling the other person on the line can feel your smile. "thanks. I love you, bye," without a single thought behind your head you hang up and emit a dreamy sigh.

wait.

your smile drops as your face shifts into panic.

completely spaces out, lowkey having a crisis. did you mean it or no? part of him wishes you were because his heart is just gonna start combusting either way. everyone is concerned why he's been staring into thin air for the past two minutes tightly gripping his phone like it's his life support. he looks like he's in a dilemma and two seconds away from suffocation because of how long his breath seems to have been caught away.

can't stop thinking about it and seems more silent when in person with you. *ascends to heaven*

riddle, deuce, azul, jamil, silver.

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is very.. verbal about it. is either bragging to everyone who really does not want to listen to his constant nagging or proclaiming, as in busting everyone's eardrums off with his shrill screams of excitement. if he could he would practically be characterized by someone jumping around the room in a fit of joy and adrenaline. he just has to do something to tame the literal mile his heart is running.

is way more affectionate with you than normal which you don't know if you should be concerned with or happy.

cater, floyd, kalim, epel, rook (sometimes.)

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on the more calming side. but can't help but crack a smile at your words, partially aware that it was out of habit but it didn't exactly stop the myriad of crisis you just sent his mind to. though he looks completely fine on the outside he's just teensy, tiny bit freaking out on the inside. don't worry, all you need to know that he is very pleased about it.

starts to tell you 'I love you too' by the end of your calls, making everyone assume you're dating but it's more like a married couple than a normal.

trey, jade, vil, lilia.

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is just a big fat tsudere that can't seem to look you in the eye properly when you both meet in real life. you have no idea what he's thinking but what you do know is the words you accidentally blurted last night so.. basically two idiots who are thinking the same thing but refuse to talk due to the embarrassment. would talk about it if the other initiates first though..

wants to talk about it but also doesn't wanna talk about it?

deuce, epel, sebek, jack, idia.

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NEVER LETS YOU FORGET ABOUT IT. having dinner? oh would you look at that, that's before you told him the words. raining? it was raining during that time too. do you just want to rest? too bad, because his face is twisting to that smug look and you know full well what's coming out of his mouth next. he's always teasing you about it.

thinks what you said was a joke but doesn't really mind if it is. an 'I love yous' an I love you and he will keep reminding you that :) playfully but uses it against you :'( *descends to hell*

ace, leona, ruggie, lilia.

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immediately brightens up and flashes everyone with his sunshine because he's so happy. his familiar love for you just grows a thousand times bigger than before and he finds himself doing what you ask without any complaints. he just wants to help you <3 cause he just kinda considers you as a family figure now..

leaves idia in the dust lowkey haha.. he still loves him tho

ortho (platonic)

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grins and looks immensely pleased. his giggles are a little ominous but even you can discern the clear happiness in them. it was so subtle that you didn't even notice him straying closer than usual.

can't seem to leave you alone now.

rook, jade, floyd.

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uhm.. hello? child of man? lilia told him that this.. electronic box would make him hear your voice even through the portal of diasomnia but he can't seem to hear anything, nor see anything but a black screen. strange. is it broken? (yes malleus, you broke it because you were too excited to talk to the prefect.)

did not know but probably would have died if he ever heard it and immediately propose to you and stage a ceremony.

malleus.

note. why did I forget about some characters until the last moment lolll. I am out of ideas fr HAHA. perhaps this is the end of the posting streak?

not proofread

kofi

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst headcanons #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar x reader #idia shroud x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #silver x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #rook hunt x reader #ortho shroud x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #epel felmier x reader #ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !

[d34dlysinner]

hello, I hope you're well, I really loved your writing, but as I'm still not sure about certain blogs, I apologize if you don't write or I'm asking in the wrong way. Anyway, I would like to know what the kings' reaction would be to seeing MC sleeping on the couch after a heated argument? Feel free if you want to decline the request, and I apologize if there are any errors in English, thank you ✨

No worries, I do write 😭

I just take my time answering asks at the moment.

Your English is good btw! Thanks for liking my content!!

Satan and argument is probably the worst you'll experience. He wouldn't lay hands on you. He never would want to think of laying hands on you, but there will be screaming and running off to cool off. If he's very angry he'll take some time to cool off. It can even take a few days. Sometimes he would hear advice of others which can help him cool down. He at the end couldn't be very angry with you specifically. And after thinking how cute, and at the same time hot, you were he just needed to see you.

He returns to see you sleeping on the couch. He did sense that you were angry and he knew its because of the amount of time he took while cooling down, not even because of the argument anymore.

He likes it when your angry in general. Even now when it's directed at him. He doesn't feel the same anger anymore and just wanted to take you in his arms at that moment.

He joins you on the couch and shakes you awake. When you complained to him he just had to take a chance and ask.

"You want to vent your anger in a different way?"

You knew exactly what he was asking for and knew exactly that you being angry was arousing him too much.

But you felt some relief that he wasn't angry at you anymore as the problem of before was long forgotten.

Mammon would look at your tiny form on the couch. Asking himself why you would lie there of all places. It's very rare to fight with Mammon and when you do you both usually fix the problem and argument before sleeping.

The arguments most of the time would be you both disagreeing on something. Where you were more heated about the argument than he was. He had this demeanor where it seemed as if he wasn't taking you serious which makes things worse at times.

Seeing you sleep on the couch kind of was like a reality check for him. He would sigh before taking you to the bedroom so you can sleep on a actual comfortable bed instead of a couch.

In the morning he would apologise for acting nonchalantly about the problem and he'll cuddle a lot with you.

Leviathan would be by his own to cool himself after the argument. After a while of thinking he would walk around to search for where you were staying only to see you on the couch.

An argument with him could get very heated. It would be both of you trying to prove a point without seeing the other person's point of view. Or it would be something where you're very emotional and you both need some time to cool off because you don't want it to turn into a "screaming match".

After thinking about how wrong you were or how annoying you were Leviathan still had to admit that he should've listened to your reasoning before cutting you off multiple times.

When he saw you on the couch he sighed and woke you up so you both can try and listen to each other. After the talk he would embrace you and allows you to sleep peacefully in his bed coffin.

Beelzebub would look at you sleeping on fhe couch with a look of amusement pasted on his face.

An argument with him can start with just the way he says stuff. He can be nice, but he also can be very rude if he wants to. Normally he would do it in a joking matter, but at times he does forget to use a filter when he's being serious. He would either apologise later on or brush it off. At times he's happy that you don't take all his words to heart. He doesn't mean to scare you away after all.

When he returns to see you on the couch, still angry with him, he just snickered and joined you on the couch. He would hug you closely and kiss your forehead before apologising for his words.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb thoughts #whb fanfic

[gizmo-writes]

stubborn | spencer reid

warnings: being held hostage by an unsub, torture in the form of slapping, tasers and hair pulling, reader is very stubborn and sassy, spencer is a bit mean i apologize, spencer calls you not smart, being called names like stupid and brat, idk what else

I really wanna write a part 2 about the aftermath so let me know if you wanna see that

"Guys! Guys! I got something!" Garcia rushed into the conference room, setting her laptop on the table and turning on the tv. There you were, completely out of it, obviously with the way your head lolled back. You were heated up, bruised badly and your head was bleeding but you were obviously so out of it that you didn't even notice. "Where is this coming from?" Hotch asked as Garcia shook her head, "I-I don't know, it's pinging off to many towers, whoever is doing this is- is using so many different encryptions and firewalls." (genuinely don't know tech terminology im so sorry if this took y'all out of it I apologize) She was shaking, so worried about you she wasn't sure she could think straight.

Spencer was the same way, but he knew he couldn't think straight. The way you looked, where you were, reminded him so much of how Tobias Hankle had treated him. Every single aspect that he had tried so hard to forget was coming back to him now. The abuse, the drugs, the cravings. He held onto the chair with an iron grip, knuckles turning white. He didn't want to see you like this, he didn't like the thoughts running through his head right now. He didn't wanna see the abuse you were going to endure, he didn't want to hear your tortured screams. This was his own form of torture.

You really couldn't feel anything but you figured that was for the better. Your head rolled to the side, your eyes were open but everything was so blurry you couldn't even see. You could make up an outline of someone, someone tall. For a moment you felt joy, you felt safety. "Spence?" You said. But it wasn't spencer, he was on the other side of a screen and when he heard his name, his heart broke. He wanted to be able to yell at you, tell you that it wasn't him, tell you to run even if you weren't sure if your legs could move. But he couldn't, he just had to sit there and watch.

"Not quite," The man said, walking closer to you so you could see him. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the man in front of you truly wasn't Spencer and was in fact some psycho. You jerked in your restraints, trying to punch whoever was in front of you but yet you couldn't move. "Good try," he chuckled coldly. "Jesus christ," you murmured, looking down to see your hands tied to the chair. "You're begging for someone who doesn't exist honey," the man said. You rolled your eyes at that, "seriously? Why do you care if I beg for someone you don't believe in? Besides i wasn't begging I was-" You were cut off with a sharp slap to your face.

Spencer really wished you weren't so catty sometimes. Sure, he liked it sometimes, especially when you were able to stick up for yourself or him when someone said something rude. But right now he was begging you to keep your mouth shut. "Was that really necessary? You could've just told me to shut up-" once again you were slapped again. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at you. "Okay!" You yelled back. Spencer cringed, "why won't she just be quiet," he groaned. "Spence, she's trying-" JJ started but Spence stopped her, "I don't care what she was trying! She knows better than to fight back when she's unable to physically fight! All this will do is get her in more trouble!" He said, slamming his fist on the table as he watched you. "Kid, she's a smart girl." Derek tried to say but spencer shook his head, "She's not being smart right now." He said.

Spencer was right, you weren't being smart and deep down you knew that but god, you were so fucking angry. Angry at yourself, angry at the man in front of you. You don't even remember how you were taken, you don't remember what you did for this to happen, all you knew is it had to somehow be your fault. "Finally, she shuts up," the man said, grabbing your face and making you look up at him. "You're much prettier when you're quiet. Does your boyfriend ever tell you that? I bet he does because you can never seem to just shut the fuck up," he spat. You clenched your jaw at the mention of Spencer. "How the Fuck do you know about my boyfriend?" You asked, looking up at him angrily. "Why? Does that bother you when I mention him? Does it make you angry that i know about him?" He asked, squeezing your face to the point that it hurt. "Don't fucking touch him," you spat at him making the man pull back and wipe his space of your spit. "God, you're really fucking dumb aren't you?" He said. "Still smarter than you," you said.

Spencer couldn't watch this, he couldn't watch you dig yourself into a hole that he wasn't sure you'd come out alive. His jaw clenched as he watched you be tased, your head falling back as you cried out in pain. "Oh my god," Garcia said, shielding her eyes. Spencer forced himself to watch, he had to know, he had to see what happened so he would know how to help you when you got back. He needed to know, despite the fact that these images would be engrained in his brain forever.

"This isn't helping, we need to figure out where she is and I don't know how watching this will help." JJ spoke, half tired of watching you be tortured and half wanting to actually find you. "I don't see anything identifying in the background, no windows, no pictures." Emily pointed out. "She might say something if she knew he was filming. She may know where she is." Derek pointed out. "She can barely even see straight and with how much she's talking she might not even make it through the night," Spencer muttered. "Spence!" JJ said. "What?! I'm right! I love her but she never shuts the fuck up and right now it may cause her death but yet she's still too fucking stubborn to just shut the fuck up and pay attention," He spat. He was angry, he had every right to be. but his anger was misdirected at you. He was mad at the unsub, mad that a man took you and was holding you hostage and torturing you. He wasn't mad at you, a bit annoyed but never mad.

"Spencer, you are not helping us right now. We understand you're mad but you have no right to talk about her like that." JJ said. Spencer just shook his head, jaw clenching. "As much as you may hate this Reid, we need you. And what we need is for you to watch, to listen, see if her or she says something that may give us a hint. Can you do that? Or do I need to kick you out?" Emily asked, giving him a pointed look. "I understand, i Can do that." He said through gritted teeth. He finally sat down and just stared at the tv. He was thankful you couldn't hear him, he genuinely felt bad about what he said but he couldn't even apologize to you because you weren't here.

Your head fell forward after being tased multiple times finally stopped. "Will you be quiet now?" The man asked. You nodded, reluctantly. You wanted to speak but you were in so much pain you couldn't. You were shaking, you couldn't even move your head with how tired your body was. "Good, finally." He said, "now you can get a good look at this." The man said as he walked behind you. He grabbed your head roughly by your hair, pulling your head back to look up. You tried to focus your eyes but you couldn't, everything was so blurry and your head had started to hurt. "Do you see that? They can see you. They're watching. God, that's what makes this fun, knowing they're watching you but they can't do anything to help. Isn't that fun?" He asked. You didn't respond and obviously that made him angry. He yanked your head back by your hair making you let out a pathetic cry. "Answer me," he demanded. "Thought you didn't want me to talk?" You said tiredly. "You're a fucking brat you know that? I don't know how anyone puts up with you." He let go of your hair and your head fell forward once again.

Spencer closed his eyes tightly, breathing heavily. This was torture for him and now he knew the unsub was enjoying it. The unsub knew this wasn't only torture for you but for them too and he loved it. He hated every second of this, he hated every time you opened your mouth. It pained him, he knew you were angry, it didn't take a profiler to see that, but he just couldn't understand why you wouldn't stop talking back.

"I have to go out, you stay put okay?" He said, pushing your hair out of your face. It was oddly tender coming from a man who had just slapped you, tased you and pulled your hair and not in the enjoyable way. "Gotta make sure you look pretty for your boyfriend," he said. He then grabbed his keys and left. You couldn't think straight, everything was setting in so slowly. They were watching, you kept having to repeat that to yourself till you would believe it was true. You tried to lift your head but it just fell back down. You groaned, angry at yourself that you couldn't even look at the camera. You had something to tell them, you had seen the unsubs face and they hadn't. He wore a black ski mask around you and know you knew why, he had been filming this.

"B-bl-blue eyes," you spoke slowly, tiredly. You needed to get this out before you passed out again. Spencer raised his head to watch you. "H-he has blue eyes and brown hair." You had to stop to breathe. "S-scar on his face, left side on his cheek. P-please understand I am okay, i am strong," you croaked out. Your voice was betraying you and you hated it. It made you angry, making you clench your fists. "I can take It.. i-i don't know where I am.. it's the woods- i-I don't remember how I got here. Please- just find me," you closed your eyes tightly trying to hold back your tears. You dug your nails into the wood of the chair trying to calm yourself and ground yourself. Spencer had to stop himself from crying too, "Garcia, did you get that?" He asked. "Yes- yes I did. I'm looking. I'm searching. Uh blue eyes, dark hair, scar- uh- Jeffery Golden," She said looking at Spencer. "Name and address?" JJ asked. "Sending now," Garcia said. The team stood up and were quick to leave, Spencer included.

Garcia kept watch on you, once the team left she broke down and started crying. She had to constantly remind herself that you were okay but it was hard, especially when she was watching you fall apart in front of her eyes. They found the man, Jeffery Golden. But the problem was, you weren't there, you weren't in his house nor his job. You weren't there and that scared the shit out of Spencer. They had the man but no clue where you were and if they didn't find you soon, you may not survive due to your injuries. Sure, he could see the ones on the outside but he wasn't sure about any internal bleeding.

"Where is she?" Rossi asked the unsub who was sitting across the table from him. "Now where's the fun in telling you?" He asked, smirk playing in his face. "If you tell us where she is, we will tell them you cooperated. Now tell us where she is." Hotch said in his demanding tone. "Where's the boyfriend? I wanna talk to him," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely not, you tell us where she is and maybe we will talk about a deal." Rossi said. "Here's my deal, you let me talk to the doctor and then I'll tell you where she is." He said, still smirking.

With that Hotch and Rossi walked out. "Let me in there," Spencer immediately said. "No, we don't know if he's being honest," Hotch said. "That doesn't matter, if he's willing to talk then I should go in there." Spencer said. "He just wants to mess with you Reid, he has said it himself that he enjoys this." Rossi said. "I don't care, this is our only chance. Please just let me talk to him. Please," Spencer begged. Hotch shook his head, "Fine, but the second it goes wrong I will pull you out of there." He said. Spencer nodded before walking into the room.

"There he is, the stunning Dr. Spencer Reid." The unsub said, relaxing in his seat as Spencer and Hotch walked in. "How are you? How have you been?" He asked but no one spoke. Hotch sat down, "Reid," he said. Spencer stared at the guy as he sat down. "Oof, someone is angry, how can you truly be angry over someone like her? If anything I think she needs this. Someone needs to teach her to keep her mouth shut, arent I right, Dr. Reid?" He asked. Spencer was unwavering, showing no emotion. "Where is she?" Was all he asked. "Oh come on, give me something Spence! I know you think of her the same way I do. An annoying brat who has never learned to shut the fuck up and look where it got her. She needed to learn her lesson." He stated. Still he remained emotionless. "You said if we brought him in here, you would tell us where she is." Spencer said. "I said that and I may have lied. But come on, admit it. You hate her just like I do." He said. Spencer slammed his fists on the table, "I love her! Tell me where she is!" He yelled. Hotch stood up, "Reid, out," he said sternly. "No, Hotch he fucking knows where-" Hotch cut him off, "Out!" He said louder this time. Finally, Spencer listened and left the room. "I got something! Y/n said something about the woods so I looked into him-" Garcia was speaking fast but still Hotch stopped her, "Garcia," he said. "I think I have an address." Garcia said. She then immediately sent the address to the team and they were quick to be on their way.

Spencer was the first to find you, of course he was. He was on a mission and the mission was finding you. "Y/n, y/n, im here," he said, grabbing your face gently and pulling you up to look at him. You groaned in response as JJ undid your cuffs. "Look at me, tell me you hear me, please," Spencer begged. "You're so loud," you muttered, giving him a weak smile as your eyes slowly opened. God, it was good to see his face. "I know, im loud, i talk a lot, I worry, but god, im so happy you're okay," Spencer said, stroking your face. "I wouldn't say I was okay," you spoke so softly spencer could barely even hear you. But for once, he was so happy to hear your sass. "I know, the ambulance is coming. We'll get you checked out and you'll be okay." He said. He was the only thing keeping you from freaking out, from worry about the extensive list of injuries you'd have. It just felt so good to be in his hands again that you didn't care about your pain or injuries.

The ambulance showed up but god you were grateful. You felt so close to passing out and you didn't want to. You wanted to see Spencer, you wanted to remember his face just like he could remember yours. You wanted to memorize him, you wanted to love him. "Hey, it's okay, I'm still here." Spencer said as he held your hand in the ambulance. "Spence?" Your voice was soft and hard to hear through the oxygen mask. You pulled it down with your shaking hand. "Hey, no, no, you need that," Spencer said, trying to put it back but you shook your head. "N-no, im so sorry. Im sorry i talk too much. I'm sorry I did this-" Spencer shook his head, "No, you didn't do this, this wasn't your fault." He said, trying to comfort you. "Yes it was Spence, I talk to much, I made him hurt me because I can't shut up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll learn, i promise," you began to cry. You tried to be strong but you knew you couldn't. No amount of sass would mask just how hurt you were.

Spencer hated this, no matter how many times he would say it, you would never believe it wasn't your fault. No matter what he would say, you would never be yourself again. You wouldn't be able to be sassy again, you wouldn't be as stubborn as you was. And he'd miss it, he'd miss every second of it. Every second of you talking back to him, every second of you being too stubborn to stay back with Garcia, he'd miss every single second of it and it broke him.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n

[snaililita]

♥️♠️- Pseudo cat hybrid Lyney headcanons and just general ranting about Lyney-♠️♥️

Omfg if you have cats he gets so jealous

Any animals at all really

Frick if you just hang out around anyone he gets so jealous

Guess you just gotta stop hanging out with people 😔

If he smells anyone else on you you fricking bet he is gonna subtly make you smell like him again some how.

Offer you his mini cape, be particularly clingy that day, straight up do that cat thing where they rub themselves up against you.

You *will* smell like him and that's that.

Stroke his head and run your fingers through his hair PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR HIM

He simply ADORES physical affection and contact so if you are comfortable with it please PLEASE spoil him with it:(

He chirped once infront of you and you won't stop teasing him about it. (It was so cute tho:[)

You know that short "prreow" sound? Yeah he made that sound.

IT WAS SO CUTE RRRRRRAAAGHH

Hisses when it's just you or family around heehee

Kinda like a jokey-not-serious arguement between him and you or Lynette.

He and Lynette just start hissing at eachother and it's both adorable and hilarious💛💛💛

He might meow at you, get upset when you don't respond, realise he spoke cat at you and that you aren't Lynette, and then facepalm himself so hard from embarrassment.

At least you weren't in public.

Don't scratch him behind the ear in public btw he will start purring and get embarrassed; he only wants *you* to see that side of him and nobody else:(

Kinda unrelated but please just smooch him everywhere on the face please give him kisses he is so cute and beautiful and oml he deserves it so much I'm crying T^T

When he gets super sad and cries he just wants to be held and sometimes stops speaking english (or whatever language is called in Teyvat) entirely and just starts making sad cat sounds

You've only ever heard him make the iconic cat scream once and you will never forget it.

It was a beautiful sound.

Your ears were blessed that day.

Can't say the same about Lyney's pinkie toe however....

Will fall asleep in your arms within seconds, that being said he also loves to hold you

Sometimes you will lay down on your stomach and he will lay on top of you and just sleep like that

Will hold you so gently and if you press your ear up against his chest you can hear not only his steady heart beat but also feel the soft vibrations of him purring quietly

GOD I LOVE LYNEY SM I'M CRYING I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE I'M SOBBING AHHHHHH WHY AM I SUCH A SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING

*Ahem* anyways

If he is holding you at night he is super warm and will run his finger through your hair until he falls asleep or you do

Why do I feel like you can't keep your lips off one another...

Like in a pg way!

You guys are just peppering little smooches all over each other's faces💫💫💫

#adelita writes #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney #soft lyney

[henrioo]

Can I get a Rayleigh x wife reader

Like them being married while being on Roger's ship

✦ ── THE LIFE OF PIRA... MARRIED?: RAYLEIGH

Relationships: Young! Rayleigh x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: What would her life be like marrying young Silvers Rayleigh?

Warnings: Cuteness, married stuff, gender neutral, young Rayleigh and Roger's crew

Word Count: 844

Notes: Here it is! I decided to make it gender neutral as I work better that way, hope you don't mind. It was a little short, but I didn't want to take it too long, sorry for the delay and I hope you like it

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Congratulations! You've just married one of the most wanted, dangerous and hottest men in the ocean! An ordinary, homely life? A house on a small island, children, peacefully and without any adventures? Not over here! His wedding was a party running from the navy, fighting wearing his formal clothes, arriving on the ship completely dirty and yes… His home is the well-known Oro Jackson! What did you expect? You married a pirate!

The crew will try to take it easy on you two for the first few months, at least they tried with all their might. No night watch for you, no looking for both of you when it's late at night, leaving the ship empty for both of you, less confusion, anything to try to make up for you not being able to have a honeymoon trip like everyone else.

Of course they eventually forget that you are married, don't doubt it they really will, so the common confusion will come back to the fore. They'll drag your husband to drunken nights full of women, only to regret it when you beat them all up and make them scrub the deck with toothbrushes. They'll keep giving you services that make you miss each other, only to complain when the two of you disappear to have some alone time together.

For the most part the crew respects you and your relationship immensely, of course sometimes they get in the way of you a little. Like Buggy and Shanks crashing into your room at three in the morning on a hot night just because they're feeling sick.

Or maybe Roger taking him to the most dangerous adventures like invading an enemy ship without warning you only to regret it when he arrived full of bruises and with your husband half dead and having first hand you almost had a heart attack with so much worry.

Or maybe Gaban dragging you out to bars after a busy night only to see Rayleigh in shock remembering that he had promised to meet you and then running off towards the ship knowing you were waiting to have some time together.

They really try but they aren't the best, don't blame them too much, most don't have relationships and if they did they abandoned them in their homelands just to live the adventure. Having a couple among the crew is a little strange as they don't know exactly what they should and shouldn't do. They understand that everything has changed, but they don't understand exactly what has changed.

But of course, they are your relationship's number one advocate! Is someone flirting with Ray or you? So get ready to see a bunch of very angry men and women screaming loudly that you are committed. Do you need a place for a date? You'll see the crew rushing around with all sorts of arrangements to prepare a fancy dinner on the high seas. Gift ideas? You bet they have the best jewels and stolen weapons at their disposal to please their loved one, anything they can help they will gladly do!

Now about you and Rayleigh, nothing seemed to change at first. Obviously you are closer and more intimate but the big changes have already been made, you already live and sleep together. You already wore rings, you didn't hook up with other people, so has anything really changed? Maybe not, but for both of you it was very gratifying to be able to say that you were now married.

He would be more attentive if you needed time together, romantic nights, getaways, anything you want he will get it. He knows that time together is important and that the sea is unpredictable, so any time he can dedicate to you, he will.

What really changes is the future of both, because for Ray the future consisted of continuing to sail until he grew old or died. Without a really big goal after Roger became the king, he just wanted to explore and see more places, live more adventures.

But after you got married? Oh yes, things have changed, he will walk around the islands seeing the couples and their children. Their homes are so comfortable and stable, he finds himself thinking… What if it was you?

What if instead of a ship full of people you had your little house on a remote island, with your little children, your little ordinary peaceful life. Away from adventures, away from dangers, just the two of you and all your enormous love...

He doesn't talk about it much, but if at any point you imply that you'd like to retire and settle down somewhere, he'll definitely take note of it. He will start saving some money and maybe research islands where you could hide and escape the pirate life. Ray loves you and would go anywhere with you, if you are going to live an eternal adventure at sea he is more than ready… But he won't deny that he would love to settle down and have a peaceful life with you.

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Notes: I didn't add an nsfw part because at the time of ordering I didn't accept nsfw requests and I also didn't know if it would be to the taste of whoever asked for it, regardless I liked it a lot

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #one piece rayleigh #op rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #rayleigh x you #silvers rayleigh

[elvisabutler]

show 'em

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: biker austin butler x female reader word count: 2,401 warnings: marking. a touch of blood kink. possessive behavior. unwanted advances from someone who isn't austin. a lot of talk about bruising. biting. p in v sex ( unprotected ). biker austin. austin has facial hair. public sex. sex on interesting surfaces. author’s note: welcome to day 2 of ally's wet hot smut summer, marking with biker austin butler. special thanks to @butlersxbirdy for brainstorming with me for it's been a long time since i consumed biker media as well as @blurredcolour and @eliseinmemphis for their read throughs to make sure i wasn't completely messing this up. to the anon who requested wil for this day, i am not forgetting you, i promise. like i said, i was gonna move you down a bit because i want to make sure you get a good wil fic. as much as i'm critical of my writing with austin and elvis, i am way worse with other media/things. consider this Sons of Anarchy inspired, austin a bit of a jax stand in with the reader as a tara one to be honest. i live for everyone's excitement about this little thing i'm doing over the summer and adore reading everyone's tags/comments/hearing the screams of delight. they truly are my lifeblood for writing a lot of the time.

Dating a biker is, in a word, complicated. Dating a biker when you are not the normal or stereotypical old lady is complicated and a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst of enemies. As they say though, the heart wants what it wants and for both you and Austin that's no different. All it took was seeing him at a restaurant while you ate lunch with some colleagues and you were sold. Of course, with the way his club is set up, with how they do things that are most definitely not legal, you and him know better than to show off his lawyer of an old lady. It doesn't mean you don't show up at the club from time to time, but it does mean that beyond a very select few no one knows who you are to Austin. The shining light to a darkness that sometimes threatens to overwhelm him when he realizes he wants out of this life. You'll help him eventually even if he has to do his time for his crimes. The problem the two of you never thought about was that in not knowing who you were to Austin- you just looked like another run of the mill patch whore.

"I keep seeing you around here," a guy whose name you haven't bothered to learn murmurs from behind you. He isn't important, and you know this because important people know not to touch you in the club. Important people know that even if you weren't Austin's girl- you value your personal space to a degree that borders on antisocial.

Your eyes drift to the other side of the room where Austin is talking with some other members of the club and being sweet enough with the girl trying to hang on his arm. Another person might be worried, might see the woman as a threat but you know better, you know that there's a sting when you sit down from Austin's handprint on your ass and there's a hickey or five on his chest from your greedy lips and teeth. Still, you have to be pleasant, don't you? "You do. Thinking of joining and everyone's been really nice. I think I might fit right in."

The man hums and moves to step in front of you, blocking your view of Austin. His hand moves to cup your chin, tilting it to face him. "I'm sure they have been nice. You look nice too, you know. Could be a good girl on someone's arm."

Bile starts to rise in your throat as you grab at his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away from your chin. "I'm not- You're really barking up the wrong tree."

"Am I?" He laughs as if he's told the funniest joke in the room and not as if he's disagreeing with you over your desire to talk to him. To play along with his silly game. "You keep coming here and I don't see you leaving on anyone's arm. Kind of failing at your patch whore dreams when that happens."

You can't help the way a startled laugh leaves your body at the implication. He thinks you're a patch whore, a woman who wants to fuck her way through the club until someone decides that they want her as an old lady. You like to think you don't give off that vibe and yet apparently you do. "I have a job outside of here. One that doesn't really go well with being a patch whore."

"Really," he starts to move a little closer and you swear you hear a kerfuffle in the direction of Austin. Oh this was going to be bad. "I think you're just playing hard to get. What? I'm not good enough for the new little whore? Not high enough for your tastes? You want Butler? Or one of his little boys? Come on baby, that's not how this works— what the hell man?"

You look up to see Austin yanking away the would be suitor and pinning him to the wall beside you. "That's exactly how it works for her," he looks over at you and his face softens just a little. "He giving you trouble?"

You shrug, your thighs rubbing together through your jeans. "I had it handled."

Austin's eyes zero in on the way you're rubbing your thighs together and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? Which is why if I waited for another minute I'd be seeing his hickeys on my old lady's neck."

The man realizes in that exact moment his mistake. You were already taken and not just by anyone, you were taken by one of the highest ranking members of the club. A man who could very easily kick him out right now if not just murder him for thinking his old lady was a patch whore. "Listen I didn't—"

"You did. You were gonna," Austin snarls, moving his hand to the man's neck. "You thought she was fair game. Thought because she isn't hanging onto me that she was your for the taking. You— No offense, but even if she wasn't my old lady, you're punching a bit above your weight class."

As if to belabor the point Austin sends a punch to the man's gut before letting him down off the wall. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, moving close enough to Austin for him to nip at your neck, marveling in how he sees your skin darkening, a bruise starting to form. "What's a King gotta do to make it obvious she's taken?"

The question is rhetorical but the man and you answer nonetheless with the same answer. "Marks."

Austin's lips curl into a smile that reminds you of a shark— or at the very least some vicious predator and you're reminded of just how attractive and in love with him you are. "Marks," his lips move to your slightly exposed chest, biting harsh enough that you cry out, startled even as your arousal curls inside of you. "You want to look mauled by me, don't you? Debauched by the King? Was the hand print not enough? Was those few hickies not enough? Thought we were trying subtlety, babe."

Your breath quickens under his gaze, as he moves closer to you, causing you to back up against a pool table. The man has barely moved, too concerned the wrong move will get him killed until Austin looks back at him and growls. "Get everyone out of here. Or do something stupid to get their attention. You don't deserve to see this."

A shiver runs through your body at the implication that Austin plans on taking you against the pool table as you look at him. "Aust—"

His hands move to pull off your jacket, a leather number he had bought you after your second date. It's a bit oversized but you preferred it that way, told Austin it meant if your body changed for whatever reason it could still fit. You still remember the night after you told him that, the burn of his beard between your thighs a phantom whisper of a memory among the filth he had spewed from his mouth involving you and him.

"Austin," you utter his name as a warning that has him smirking down at you, doing away with the buttons of your shirt with such ease it's unfair. Your breasts are exposed to him, heaving in your bra and earning a growl as his hands grab at them, squeezing hard enough for you to know they'll be covered in fingertip sized bruises later on. "You going to at least kiss me?"

His face softens just for a moment at the request before he dives in, his teeth pulling at your lip and threatening to make you look every bit of that debauched woman when he was through with you. A moan is ripped from your chest as he takes a hand and busies himself with undoing the front clasp of your bra. You feel the second he manages to undo it, your breasts spilling from their confines and your nipples brushing against the fabric before pebbling at the cold air of the fan above you. Your nipples need attention, he thinks as he pulls away and sucks little marks all the way down your neck and clavicle till he reaches your breast and that little nipple. You get no warning before he bites at it, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to cause that angry rush of blood beneath the surface. You don't normally bruise easily but in this moment you swear your body has forgotten how to control itself. Austin's jacket is pulled off by you as he tries to help shuck off his shirt, noting how you're joining him in marking your territory, your nails dragging red painful lines across his chest and back.

He is yours as much as you are his and you want the world to know it after this. You've always wanted the world to know, despite the consequences you know are likely to follow the pair of you. He groans and whimpers a bit above you as a hand moves down to undo your jeans, mirroring one of your own. "Gonna maul me too, babe? Make everyone see I've got this old lady on my arm who's so powerful that everyone wants her?"

The whine that leaves your lips is embarrassingly loud and you are entirely aware that multiple people likely heard it but Austin's right, you want to maul him. You want both of you to be so covered in marks from each other that there's no question of who either one of you belong to.

"That's not an answer, babe. Come on, tell me what you want," Austin coos, as he allows himself the pleasure of pulling your pants and panties down just enough to expose your vagina to the cool air.

Your hands move to try and pull down his pants, frustration finally getting to you as you wrap your legs around his middle and force them down that way, his cock springing from his boxers as you tried to move against him. "I want everyone to see I'm your old lady, Austin. I don't want the women on you and I don't want to deal with any more guys like that who think I'm just a whore."

A snarl of aggravation rips through Austin at the word whore and his hands grip almost painfully at your hips. "If you're anyone's whore, it's mine. My pretty and smart little whore."

His fingers move down to between your legs, his fingers sliding easily through your folds and brushing against your clit when he pulls them out, he thinks he ought to taste you on his lips but settles for rubbing your arousal on his neck. A scent marker as primal and animalistic as it was. You swear you clench around nothing at the sight and grind against him once more, aching and begging for his cock. Smiling, he grips the base of his cock and guides it in, a low groan leaving his lips as he feels the tight grip of your vagina around him. This was his pussy to fuck. Your body was his to mark in whatever way he saw fit with your permission. The power he felt from it and the power you had over him because of it was unmatched.

The pool table's fabric felt strange against your back and you know you're likely to have some form of a burn to go with the burn of Austin's facial hair against your skin and the bruises he's sucking on your chest as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig harder into Austin's back, wanting to draw blood, to watch it drip from him as some form of sick claim. Marks only mean so much when they're not permanent but there's something about the idea of drawing blood from him that offers the chance to tie him fully to you. His thrusts are starting to speed up as you try to clench around him, using your internal muscles and a trick you know he enjoys.

"Babe. Not— I know we gotta be quick but kegels?" He whines pulling away from your skin and grabbing both sides of your face to pull you in for a harsh kiss, his beard scratching against your chin. "Wanted to take a little time."

"Tonight," you whisper, crying out as one of his hands somehow snuck down between your legs to pinch your clit. "Right now I just want to look like yours."

At your words Austin's eyes narrow and he thrusts even faster, keeping up with the way your hips chase his cock as he pulls back only to slam in over and over again. Things become a flurry of hands gripping and teeth and lips biting and sucking to the point where you're unsure of where he begins and you end. Your orgasm comes expectedly, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you almost fold in half from the pleasure your body feels, the aftershocks hitting you in the form of mild shakes even as you feel his come inside of you. Austin collapses on top of you, his entire front pressing against you as he catches his breath, seemingly trying to bite yet another mark on you.

Outside of the room you hear noises of people wanting to get back inside, whining about how it's hot outside and you roll your eyes. For a bunch of bikers, they could be so delicate about some things. "Austin, come on, we gotta get up."

The man in question whines against your skin, his lips curling into a pout you can feel before pulling away. "Don't wanna. I'm the King, they can wait."

You watch as Austin's head moves as your body jiggles when you laugh. A part of you wants to agree with him, but the part of you that's always mildly more mature knows better. "You are, but if you get up, you can show 'em off."

His eyes blink for a moment as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, his brain trying to piece together what you said before a hopeful grin flashes across his face. "Does that mean I can show you off too?"

"What's a king without his queen?"

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#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #biker austin butler #ally's wet hot smut summer #ally writes

[atlasscrumpit]

In the end / part 2

(part 1 here)

(part 3 here)

"Now, soldiers. I apologise for my daughters attitude, she's not as obedient as you two." He said as you began to cry.

You went to go run for them but your Father stopped you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Now, dear. You've been so good lately. You wouldn't want to ruin it, would you?" He whispered in your ear as you looked at them longingly.

"I don't understand." You whispered, as you stopped fighting against him.

"Well, we cloned all three of you. Killed the clones and let the team find the bodies. It was my brilliant idea to bring you all here. I know how much you love them, dear. Aren't you happy? I've made them better." He said as your brain did the only thing it knew how to do, it turned off.

"Yes, father. I'm happy." You whispered as he loosened his grip on you.

"Now, let's see you all train together. I used to see you fighting along side the Avengers. All three of you worked together so well, hopefully that's still inside of you." Your father said as he backed away.

You nodded and got into position, the soldiers did the same.

All you could do was be numb, that's all you had to do.

What else was there to do?

You began fighting them, the only way you could try to hurt them was imaging they were your father.

After an hour it was too much, you couldn't keep pretending.

You screamed and fell to your knees before quickly jumping up and grabbed Steve, you pinned him to the ground while sobbing.

"Steve! Please please I know you're in there!" You screamed before Bucky ripped you off of him.

"No! Please you have to remember!" You shouted from the floor.

They were about to attack again before your father stopped them.

"Enough, Y/N back to your room." Your father said as you hiccuped and glared at him.

He gestured to the guards behind you and they grabbed your roughly.

"No! Please!" You screamed as they dragged you away.

You caught one last glimpse of them as the guards dragged you around the corner and to your cell where they threw you inside.

You screamed and ran at the glass bullet proof door, making them laugh.

They walked away as you fell to your knees.

"They're alive." You whispered in disbelief.

Maybe you were too hopeful, but a part of you knew you could get them back.

You could break them out and get their memory back.

Your shoulders slumped as you cried softly.

"I need you back, please."

--

After about half an hour your father entered your 'room' with a sandwich on a plate for you.

"Sweetheart, I brought you a snack. I shouldn't have introduced them so suddenly, I knew it would be too much for you." He whispered as you cried softly.

"It's been a year but sometimes I forget how sensitive my sweet girl is. I'm sorry, darling." He whispered as you looked at him with anger.

"You're sorry for telling me the truth? You're not sorry for pretending to kill them? For breaking my heart? For torturing me? For torturing them!" You screamed as you stood up and pushed him over.

"You took everything from me!" You screamed as you grabbed him and shoved him against the glass door.

"I fucking hate you so much." You growled as he smiled.

"You don't hate me, darling. You love me, I know how badly you need me." He whispered as your face fell.

It was time to turn your brain back on, let your emotions out once again.

Bucky and Steve were alive, it meant you had something to fight for.

In one quick movement you grabbed your fathers gun and shot him in the head.

You panted and stepped back, blood dripping down your face.

"No, I really do fucking hate you. And this time I'll be sure you fucking stay dead." You growled before you grabbed his Id card and opened your cell door.

You wiped some of the blood off your face and began walking down the halls.

You passed a few agents, but they didn't question you.

Your father usually let you roam around free anyway.

You kept walking until you found the training rooms again, seeing Bucky and Steve training together.

You readied your gun and shot the two guards in the room as Bucky and Steve looked at you in shock.

"You don't remember me, but you will. I've got a special mission for you."

--

You were on the back off a Hydra motorbike, clinging onto Bucky.

You'd made it out, all three of you were covered in blood but you'd done it.

You didn't think it would be so easy to get them on your side after everything, but maybe they still remembered you somewhere deep inside their minds.

You were trying your hardest to not cry, even just clinging onto Bucky while we rode away was making you upset.

It was the closest thing to affection you'd felt from him in so long.

You couldn't keep track, but you rode behind Steve until the bikes had no fuel left.

You'd made it to a small town and you knew what you had to do.

Bucky and Steve stood on guard while you used the pay phone.

"Please." You whispered, praying his number was still the same.

"I don't know who this is, but I'm not singing happy birthday or signing your boobs." You heard his voice say as you chuckled, you did you best to keep your tears at bay.

"Hey, Tony. I know none of this will make sense. It's Y/N, and I need help." You muttered as the line went quiet.

"Give me your location." He said as you sighed in relief.

You told him where you were before hanging up.

You knew Tony wouldn't question anything until he saw you in person.

You sat on a bench with the soldiers in front of you.

"What's the purpose of this mission?" You heard Bucky mutter as he turned to you.

"We're supposed to follow Hydra, why did we listen to you?" He continued, his eyes searching for something.

You could see the smallest bit of Bucky trying to come through.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, before all of this we knew each other." You whispered, Bucky sat beside you as Steve looked at you both.

"Your name is Steven Grant Rogers, we were all apart of a team. We saved people." You explained as Steve looked at you in confusion.

"My father tortured you both, made you into Hydra agents. The world thinks you're dead, they think I'm dead too. I thought... I thought you were both dead." You whispered, quickly wiping your tears away.

"How did we know each other?" Bucky asked as you smiled a little.

"We were in love, all three of us." You replied as he stared into your eyes.

You slowly rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes.

For the next hour you all sat in silence until a jet landed on the street in front of you.

You quickly stood up and saw Tony and Natasha exiting.

"Hey, guys." You muttered as they stared at you in disbelief.

"What the fuck."

#Mcu #Marvel #Avengers #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Stucky x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Part 2

[plentyoffandoms]

maybe fluffy nick wayne x female reader?

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestler Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: None

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @unique-opportunity

Hope you like it

WC:619

"Come on, Nick." She squealed as she grabbed my hand, dragging me through the crowd towards the ferris wheel.

After being on the road and travelling with AEW, I finally got a bit of a break, and the first thing I did was get on the plane and head home. Head home to her.

I didn't let her know that I was coming home, but I stood outside her door, ringing the doorbell, standing there with a bouquet of her favourite flowers.

I heard her scream, "Just a second." And even hearing her voice made me slightly nervous, just like it when I first asked her out for our first date. Just like when I asked her to be my girlfriend.

The door finally opened, and her eyes went wide when she saw me standing there.

"Hey baby." Was the only words I got out before she slammed into me, making me take a few steps back as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her just as tight as she was holding me.

"I missed you so much, Nick." She muttered against my chest. Hearing those simple words made my heart swell.

I kissed the top of her head. "I missed you too, baby, so very much."

We spent every day together. We were either alone or with our group of friends, but this is our last night together until I have to head out to Florida.

Just my luck, the fair came to town. I got as many tickets as I could, wanting her to go on every ride possible, as well as any games.

We hit every single game possible. I made sure to win as many as I could, letting her pick out each prize as they would be going home with her.

I would run each prize back to my car and rush back to her.

One time I did that, I came to find her standing next to a photo booth. "Want to get your photo taken?" She asked me.

I get my photo taken each and every day. Hell, even walking through the fairgrounds, I could see people taking photos of the two of us or people coming up to me asking for a photo and/or autograph.

"Anything for you, baby."

We split the photos I half, the two already in my wallet, ready for me to take everywhere with me.

Now we are on the ferris wheel, her curled into my side as we took in the last moments we have together.

"I don't want you to go, Nick." I cupped her cheek in my hand, and she turned her head to look up at me.

"I don't want to go either, but this is what I do, baby."

"I know. I know this has been your dream forever, and I am so happy and proud of you, but I am just scared."

"Scared? Why are you scared?" I really am confused.

"That you are going to find someone new. Someone who lives and breathes wrestling, instead of just being a sometimes fan." She looked away, staring off into the night sky.

"Baby, look at me." I said it a couple of more times until she did.

I took both of my hands and cupped her face, so she was looking into my eyes.

"No one, and I mean no one could ever take me away from you. You have owned my heart ever since you walked into our history class back in middle school." I kissed her lips gently.

"You are the only one for me." I said, breaking the kiss, putting my forehead against hers.

"I love you, YN LN. Never forget that."

"I love you too, Nick."

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#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #nick wayne fluff #nick wayne imagine #nick wayne fic #nick wayne x f/Reader #nick wayne x you #nick wayne fanfiction #wrestler x f/reader #wrestler imagine #nick wayne

[kusagrasskusa]

Jeff the Killer X Reader

Ecstasy :)

Based off Ecstasy by Suicidal Idol-

TW- this song contained abuse so that's gonna be pretty prevalent in this oneshot. Like pretty extreme abuse. As well as drugs. We like to keep things dark here on this blog sometimes :)

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She said as she took his hand, caressing his leathery face with her innocent little smile. The look of despair in her face as she said

Fucking come here, give me your heart

Her disillusioned eyes squinted as she held up her sweet smile. He could feel her heart pulse heavily in her chest as she breathed out slowly, her air warm against his lips as he said

Just you and me, to infinity

It started when they met in school after he moved. She invited him over, they kissed, they grew close. When he came back from the hospital after the "incident," she invited him over again. Something special had happened that he needed to see.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy

He thought as he saw her. The first time he ever felt a sense of bloodlust as he saw her surrounded by the bloody corpses of her parents. It gave him an idea that changed his life forever.

Kiss me on the lips, choke me on the floor

A match made in heaven- or hell, one might say. They shared sensual love and feelings when they finished their families and left town together. Truly best friends.

She didn't want to just fucking stay friends though. They spent too many nights together to just be friends. Why didn't she just speak up?

Drag me around, and push me right against your door

It was because he couldn't stay nice. He changed. She'd cry out as he tossed her around the room. She'd stare at her scarred in the mirror after every night they'd spend together. Her face of terror when she'd look in mirror: she felt like a punching bag that only got worse as they grew older, and he grew stronger and larger.

I'm your little doll, come and play with me

Why didn't she leave? Why did she stay? She could have ran away after letting him use some of the coke she found off a random fucker she stabbed to death. He was so worn out from grabbing her by the hair and throwing her around that he just passed out on the couch in the place they "borrowed."

Dying all my hair, we could be in the scene

Moving across the world, living the edge of reality, it seemed. He'd hurt her so much more along the way. Simply killing his victims wasn't enough for him anymore. The drinks and drugs didn't satiate him. She'd begin to steal clothes from the women she'd kill to try to appease him, make him value her body a little more. Give him special nights. But he never stopped.

Lights out, you don't tap out

Another episode: he'd freak out, high off his fucking mind as he'd toss her around. She'd scream, barely able to recognize him anymore. Begging all the while trying to hold him, calm him, love him. His crazed expression as he slit her throat, licking the blood off before locking her tears. What was that feeling in her chest and thought in her mind as she feared for her life?

You're so crazy, manipulate me

Hug him once more as he returned to normal, then to kiss him. Tell him to go to sleep with her. That's what she did after every episode.

His annoyed face but loving arms was enough to make her forgive and forget once again. Her smaller form curled up against his larger, muscular form was the greatest feeling in the world. He could be so sweet at times ❤️

Fucking chase me, fucking break me

Then he'd get more deadly each time. Holding her down, beating her for messing up their strategy of breaking into a new house. Fuck, her body just got up and started to run on its own; something she never did before. Something she knew she could never get away with.

You're my everything, please just r- me

His words and fists felt more brutal than anything else she had ever experienced. He'd drag her throughout each room, make her beg for her fucking life. All she wanted to be loved Jeff, but he never loved her for anything more than her body and what she could do for him. He knew she wouldn't even protest if he took advantage of her fearful state; even after how badly he hurt her this time.

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She whispered as she weakly kissed him. The girl sat there, straddled on top of him as she weakly breathed out, her dilated eyes revealing the high she was experiencing. Her lip was busted and eyes dark from bruising he caused her just a little earlier. But he wasn't surprised to her so in love with him still.

Fucking come here, give me your heart

And this time, for the first time, he said back that he loved her.

Just you and me to infinity

Her giggles were always the sweetest thing. She melted into him; kissing him and hugging him tightly. Maybe it was possible that a place had been moved in his cold heart for her. Maybe that disgust for his love of her was why he hurt her.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy

But he still did it. And she still loved him for it.

Piercing on your lip, it's perfect

Like always, she'd dress in something new and pretty by the time he'd come back. She'd always be ready to see him with food, although nothing special, since it's always small things she'd take after murdering a family.

Never seen another girl this perfect

Like a fucking slave, he'd think.

Sticking out your tongue for the picture

Yet, since the day they met, she'd be so happy and obsessed to the point that she didn't care. He can think however he wants and she'd be happy; every photo, video, and every live moment was evident. She was always so happy.

You're so pretty, you're so popular

The night came to where he'd finally call her his girl. She cried hard that day into his freshly cleaned hoodie, cuddled up against him as he'd hold her close. He really did feel grateful for her, although he never showed it. She showed him what it was like to kill and enjoy substances, and she kept him clean, fed, and safe.

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She'd sing for a moment, her usual obsession shining through in any moment he was on her mind. And he was always on her mind. Sometimes, it annoyed him, though, and small annoyances always went a long way.

Fucking come here, give me your heart

She'd cry out as he'd throw her across the room, leaving her in pain and in tears. Extending her arms for help as he's turn to walk away.

Just you and me to infinity

But she always had her way. He'd always come back to her, ready to love on her after getting the rest of his rage out. The same cycle they'd been doing since nearly a decade ago, when they were 15 and ran away from home.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy (ecstasy, ecstasy...)

#Spotify #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #jeffery woods x reader #creepypasta jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta jtk #jtk x reader

[dragon-chica]

Enid Sinclair - Hands Are Made to be Held

Fandom: Wednesday

I hope you enjoy, Anon. :)

She carries a little tube of cherry vanilla lotion everywhere and the strong scent just feels like it matches her so well.

Her hands are super soft and always smell like her lotion, very well cared for and her nails always look so nice too.

She loves painting your nails too, especially if you'd like to match! Or she'll do something else that fits you perfectly.

You love when she holds your face and can't help but want to just sigh and stay like that, breathe her in.

Enid loves physical touch and PDA but doesn't want to be a 'cringey couple' so it's extra perfect that she adores holding your hand!

It's just something cute and sweet and a little way to show each other affection anywhere.

It's just automatic that if you're beside each other, your hands are locked, neither of you think about it anymore, it's just natural.

Sitting beside each other, shopping, walking together, cuddling, one of her hands will be in yours.

She definitely gets one of those 'holding hands mittens' so you don't have to worry about about getting cold. (Not that you did anyway, werewolves run hot and her fingers are always intertwined with yours)

Everything about Enid screams "Cute" and that includes her small hands.

You tell her they fit perfectly in yours and she lets go so she can grab your face and kiss you.

She will also play with your hand/fingers absentmindedly, lightly tapping each of your knuckles or clasping and unclasping your hands.

Sometimes with a pen, or just her fingertip she will draw little things on your hand and tell you to guess (Hint: it's usually a heart).

Enid also loves measuring your hand against hers, whether there's a big difference or hardly any, she just adores doing so, decides you're perfectly compatible.

Kiss her hands and she will melt. Lift her delicate hand to your lips in greeting like a period film and she will squeal at how romantic that is then try to calm herself and answer like a "proper lady".

Will almost forget she's holding your hand when she gets excited about something and go running off, dragging you along while you try not to stumble.

#Enid Sinclair x reader #Enid Sinclair imagine #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #my stuff

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 7

HELLO again! This chapter has my heart because I wanted to do a slightly different Haymitch. Oh, and Daisy has my heart.

TW: sexual assault

MASTERLIST

7. The Task

«So remember darling, you have a day off. We have to work on the interviews.» Effie declares in her Effie's voice, which you adore but right now you find slightly irritating. You know it's not her fault, it is you the one too close to a bottle. It's there, because of Haymitch, and sometimes you want to feel numb too.

You are scared, because a day off means that whatever you have to do is coming. You try to dismiss it, you take a big breakfast and you are mostly reluctant to do anything today when there’s a knock on the door.

You freeze wondering about the worst, but then you hear Effie with a relieved tone. «My kids!»

Her kids? Must be… you run to the door and you find Katniss, Peeta and Cinna.

Katniss looks amazing. She has long chocolate brown hair and she looks like she's glowing, and Peeta, pretty as he is, seems happy. Cinna is handsome, as always.

«Thanks for the hospitality, we are staying just for the night. We wanted to see the rest of the team.» Peeta explains with a sweet voice.

«Do you want tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? I think I have an addiction to hot chocolate.» You offer, and come to hug them. You are not as close as Effie to them (Effie is basically a second mother for the both of them, with Mrs. Everdeen's problems and Mrs. Mellark's temper) but you know them from the moment they were born.

«Been there, done that. Try it with hot pepper. Tea, if you don't mind.» Answers Peeta. Dear heavens, you missed them. 

Well not like Effie, you never saw her so happy. 

«My kids, all grown up!» She cooes them like they are actual babies.

Like your old days as a maid you are on automatic pilot and you go in the kitchen to make tea, ignoring your escort's voice saying "There are avox for that!". You don't care, you want them to have a bit of privacy.

In the kitchen you have to suppress a scream because you see Haymitch, almost hiding.

«You scared me!» You touch your heart. 

«'M Sorry, sweetheart.» He smirks. Of course. 

«What are you doing here alone in the dark?» You want to know. You light the kitchen fires to make tea, and you watch him funny.

«Searching for supplies.» He lifts a bottle. Gosh, it’s seven in the morning. He is starting early today.

«Katniss and Peeta have arrived.» You inform him, and since you are in the dark you dare to take the bottle and take a sip, before returning to the tea. See? Bad men, bad habits. 

«I’ll come in a minute, little thief.» 

You look at him better and notice he wears the grey vest. This outfit on him is exquisite, you only want to undress him. Well you always want to undress him. Or talk to him. Or having him close to you. Maybe you have a problem.

«Do you know how sexy you are with this on?» You put your hands on his chest. You can’t shake off the sensation that something is wrong, but you can distract yourself.

He looks smug, even if he is drunker than usual, and he places his hands around your hips and his lips on your shoulders and neck. «Do you want to forget about them for ten minutes?» 

«Given that Peeta is a darling and Katniss is adorable… no, I don’t want to. Why are you hiding?»

«The fact you think Katniss is adorable, sweetheart, explains a lot about our thing here.» You burst into laughter and give him a kiss, then you turn around to spill the tea, and he slips a hand under your shirt. Thank heavens he can't see your face.

«They will know and you will ruin my image for them, I’m a teacher you know.» You lecture him, but you both know you are joking. And when he is that drunk he is cuddlier than usual. Or at least, he wants to take you to bed more than usual.

«Oh no, they will know I fuck the perfect Princess Daisy.» He mocks you, as he begins to bite your earlobe. You have to get out or you will never succeed, your willpower is not that strong when it comes to Haymitch Abernathy. «What will they think when they’ll know you look ravishing with your lips around my-» 

«Haymitch!» Maybe he is really drunker than usual. You try not to care that you are now blushing like hell. «Come with me, I’m giving tea to the kids.»

«I’m on my way.» He is lying, you know he is lying, but what could you do? You can’t give him advice on his job, or pointing out that the kids he loves immensely are here and he doesn’t want to meet them, and he is already smelling like a liquor bottle. 

«Is everything okay?» You dare to ask, but he shrugs his shoulders and puts a kiss on your head. 

«Keep your mind busy with something more important than me, doll.» So, it's a no. The answer is no.

«You are important!» He rolls his eyes and you know it’s time to withdraw. You don't want to be another displeasure, you know there are good days and bad days. «Ok, I’ll go. Just… I’m here if you need anything.»

«I just need a drink, sweetheart.»

«Daisy?» You hear Effie’s voice in the living room, and you quickly give Haymitch a last kiss before you go. 

«Effie? Oh.» There are two men at the door. They are tall, taller than your mentor and definitely taller than you, and dressed in black. Stereotypes. You don’t know what to do, you look at her petrified. It’s Snow, it must be President Snow calling you.

«Go, darling girl. Go.» She pushes you, to prevent the men from taking you with their poor manners.

«Effie…» You call for her help, even though you know she can’t do anything.

«You’ll come back in a minute.»

«Don’t tell Haymitch.» You beg her, and you are a little reassured when she nods. 

You are accompanied to the car by the two men, and you only want to run. You think of running, but you don’t want Snow to hurt Effie or your mother. You grew really fond of Effie, and now you consider her as one of your best friends. She means so well, and she always hugs you when she thinks you are sad, you really want to protect her. 

You don’t think of yourself as a particularly nice person, you play nice, you are gentle, but not because of your heart, it was just because of Holly’s education form. Holly was strict when you were little, preparing you for the life of a nice, kind, gentle adult. You don’t typically do things for the good heart, you do it to protect yourself and the people you love. Effie was now one of them.

«Miss Pinecone, please wear them.» One of the men hands you a headphone. You never saw something so little, but you wear it.

President Snow’s voice comes from the headphone into your head, like magic.

«Miss Pinecone, welcome. I told you I’d come for you. Now, I have a very precise task for you. There are people who wants you, I’m sure Effie Trinket and Mr. Abernathy didn’t fail to tell you. You are going to meet one of them.» You keep the breath. You knew that, but it’s not easier.

«…To kill him.»

You gasp. Snow wants you to kill someone? You never killed anyone. You never even killed a rabbit. 

«You only have to know this man's name is Marius. He thinks you are there to accomplish his pleasure. Pretend, and then use the things my guards will give to you. The odds are in your favour today, Daisy.»

You watch the guard as he gives you a little cup. 

«For the tea.» He explains. «Don't open it until you are ready to use it. Don't swallow it.» Poison, you think. He wants you to use poison, and in a way is better than another weapon like a blade or a dagger. You can manage poison.

It's a human life, you monster. That's the thought you keep repeating in your head and you regret it.

It's a man who thinks he can rape me because he bought me. That's the other way to think about it.

They drop you in a house and you enter slowly. It's huge, you only can see the room you are in because all the doors are locked and nobody can be seen. The room is empty and it has white walls and a tall roof, a little spooky maybe. 

But there's a dress and note. "Wear it."

You wear it, dick.

You open it and you let out a gasp. It's a little pink dress with little roses on it and a heart neckline, you were not born yesterday, it has a clear reminder.

This guy just made it a lot easier.

Shaking like a mouse you wear it and you try to watch yourself, but you don't have a mirror to do it. Your legs are exposed, and so your cleavage.

«What a great honour, one of the best tribute of the year.» 

You turn around to face the voice you listened to. It's a man in his early 40s, very tall and thin, and his skin is orange. Literally orange.

«You are Marius.» You say. A stupid thing you blabber.

He comes near to you. He smells like chocolate, but not the great hot chocolate you had this morning, a sick, too sugary food. You wonder if he is going to leave you a golden mark with his ridiculous dyed skin, you hope not.

«Yes, I am and you are very beautiful.»

You don't know how to speak. Your mind yells "Stupid! He wants you to be nice, so be nice!  Act, pretend!" but your body cannot do anything.

He stops in front of you and out of nowhere he slaps you. «When somebody says something nice, what do we say back?»

This bastard, I have to make him pay. I’ll cut his throat, no one slaps me. You think, but then you calm yourself. You can’t do it, you have to protect the people you love. Effie, Holly, Haymitch. You repeat their names.

This awakes you. «Thank you.» You let out in a guttural voice. «Can I have some water?»

You don't know how to slip the liquid in this disgusting man. It's in your underwear, protected, for now.

«Oh I've planned something better than water. Come with me.»

He is trying to be nice, you realise while he pushes you in another room. He is far worse than this, you can sense it in his eyes, in the way he moves. More violent, more ruthless. You hate him more and more by the second.

The second room is spookier than the first one, ambiguous. It's a bedroom with a giant mirror on the roof and a big bed with red sheets. Red sheets, how foolish is this Capitol puppet?

He hands you a glass of something and he takes one too. Ok, here's your chance. 

«You are a beauty for a district girl.» He compliments you. It’s a test.

«Thank you.» You don’t want another slap. 

«Do you want to do a spin? Like Katniss, last year?»

He wants to see your body. Something tells you once you do that he won’t joke anymore. 

«You first!» You try to smile like the perfect princess of the Capitol, that’s what he wants, what he bought you for. And given the pink innocent dress, he wants to ruin this image of you, to make you dirty. «I’ve never seen such beautiful skin colour paint in my district.»

Because we are not clowns in our district. 

He is vain, like every other capitolinian. So he smiles and does a twirl like a fool, and in a moment you spill the liquid in his drink. 

«Now your turn.» He puts a hand on your tight, and you stiffen. His touch is like ice. 

«Can I, can I drink before?» You ask, and you feel his grip tightens. 

«Of course, my darling.» He has put something in your drink, it has to be, why would he be so condescending then? Not giving you water, making you wait for the glass. So you take just a little tiny sip. But he drinks it all, and this is what matters.

You have to do the damn twirl. You begin to spin and you bow for him, and in that moment he presses you against the wall. 

«We’ve had our fair time to know each other, Twelve.» He informs you. 

No, you are not going to wait for the poison. 

«Please, please don’t do it!» You beg, but he puts a hand on your mouth.

«I bought you, bitch.» His eyes are cruel, cold. 

You bite him with all your strength and run as fast as you can to the door, but when you try to open it you find out it’s locked. From outside. You can’t get away, you are trapped.

«I’m going to fucking kill you, slut.» 

He tries to get to you, but his legs start to succumb. You run to the glasses to use them as a weapon if you need to, but you don’t. He starts to suffocate. His eyes become blood red, he cowers and starts shivering. 

Now it’s the time to feel empathy, but you can’t.

«President Snow did it, I didn’t. But I wish I would.» You say to him. If there are any cameras you are fucked.

You did it for the people you love, you repeat yourself, but there’s a little voice in your head that replies And you became a murderer.

You watch him as he throws up blood and then he finally dies. You shouldn't, but you can’t keep your eyes off of him. 

«Miss Pinecone, it’s time to return to the penthouse.» A guard opens the door and he escorts you.  

«Darling girl.» Effie keeps you in her hug until you are ready. You can’t tell her anything, but her embrace is a consolation. You stripped out of the dress the moment you arrived, and now you are in your nightgown, shivering like you are in a snowstorm. «It’s ok, it’s going to be okay.» She pampers you like you are a kid, and you let her. 

«You can go to sleep, we had a very busy day.» You say after a while, and she shakes her head. Well, she shakes her wig. 

«But you didn’t eat.»

«I’m not hungry, really.» You think you couldn’t eat never again. You feel bile in your mouth. «Where is Haymitch?»

Because if you are not going to hug Effie, you are going to hug Haymitch. You need to be in his arms.

«He is his room, but Daisy, he is not alright. I can manage it, if you want to go to your room and just sleep.» 

«No, Effs. You do it every year, I can take it from here.» 

She knows too well you are stubborn, so she gives you a pat on the head and goes to sleep. Gosh you love this woman.

The moment you step into Haymitch’s room you realise it’s one of these days. Haymitch, as cunning and brilliant as he is, is an addict. You can’t expect him to be perfectly fine, especially not this time of the year. You just didn’t want it to be a bad day today. 

You open the windows, and there’s vomit on the floor. It’s ok, not your first rodeo, and thanks heaven you didn’t eat. Your mentor is in bed, wasted like hell.

You try to stop the shaking, but he doesn't even fully realise it's you. You quickly clean the vomit and you sit on the bed with him.

«Haymitch, it’s me, it’s Daisy.» You try to talk suppressing the tears. They are no use right now.

It's actually fine. If you focus on helping your boss you can't think about what you just did. You repeat that to yourself, along with "I need to survive" and "I need to protect them".

«I did it.» Haymitch blurs and you caress his not-so-clean hair. 

«What have you done?» He tries to take your hand, and you let him. You know you should be furious, but you are too tired. All you want is for him to scoop a little, just enough to let you have your space. 

«They didn't want you, but I did it.» He keeps trembling.

«They didn't want me?» Who is he talking about? It seems a little too precise.

«Collateral… damage. But I said no. I did it.»

Ok, stop. If he didn't want to tell you this when he was sober, you have no right to know it when he's wasted. Especially since Snow is probably listening right now.

«It's ok, you did good. Do you want to sleep a little? With me?»

«…Missed you, sweetheart.» You don't dare to kiss him on the lips, not after he threw up - even you have limits. But you crave human touch, you crave his hugs because in his arms everything is safe. He will protect you.

«I missed you too, Haymitch.»

#fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x fem!reader #haymitch imagine #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch x reader #the hunger games #bad feeling #woody harrelson

[mo0dy-succubus]

Out with the Old, In with the New.

Does this count as a bit of angst?

Squirting

Soyeon x fem!reader

Scissoring

Use of alcohol

You've been dating this guy for a few months now. You were madly inlove with him, well maybe a little to much. You always felt your relationship was one sided, he would always stay out late and party and come home dead drunk, and sometimes would ask you to come pick him up from being dead drunk. He was always flirting with other woman even while yall were out on a date. He always blew it off saying that you were just over reacting. You assumed that you just were and being a bit jealous. He always made it up to you a bit by having sex, not that he was bad in bed or anything, no no, he was AMAZING in bed,it was good sometimes but as time went on, sex got less and less even if yall did do it he would give no aftercare and would usually leave you to clean up. Despite the red flags you just thought it was just part of a relationship.

One night you came home very late. Your was being a dickhead again and gave you alot of work to do keeping you late at night. So after work you didn't get home till 8 pm and had to walk because your boyfriend had the car. You unlock your apartment door slipping off your shoes and coat. You look around surprised by not seeing your boyfriend right away so you assumed he was just upstairs sleeping and forgot to turn the lights off, again. You walk upstairs to your room to be greeted by the sight of your boyfriend cheating on you with another woman. You gasp and scream your boyfriend turns around yelling "BABE IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!". You were to heart broken to listen. "YOU FUCKING DICK I CANT BELIVE YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT ITS OVER!!" You shout at him before running out of the apartment. You ran and ran no where specifically, just far away from him. After running for a bit you stopped and started walking. You then passed by a bar and entered.

You needed a drink bad. You sat down at the bar and ordered a few shots. After a few shots of whiskey you already felt tipsy, not enough to forget your shitty boyfriend. You were heart broken, you ordered a few more shots before a woman sat down beside you. "The usual Ms. Jeon?" The bartender said. "Yep you know it." She said taking the drink the bartender handed her. You look towards her direction admiring her beauty. "You look terrible what happened to you?" She said turning in her chair to face you. You stuttered from the sudden question she ask you "o-oh u-um I caught my boyfriend cheating on me.." you say tracing your finger around your short glass. "Tch classic... Men are dicks.." she says finishing her drink. "I'm such an idiot I can't belive I've dated him." The woman looks at you. "Don't beat yourself up, things like this happen". Her calmness and poise makes you blush a bit.

You continue to talk to her a bit just small talk and laughing. "I'm getting bored you want to leave? Don't worry I'll pay" the woman say before passing the bartender her credit card. "Thank you how much fo I owe you" you said about to pay her back. "No need my treat" she says getting up about to head out. You follow her out of the bar before stopping. "W-where are we going?" You say trying to keep up with her. "To my house, please come I don't want you to go back home you seem like you need to get your mind off of some stuff right now, I don't live far we can walk" she says. You agree and follow her to her house making small talk along the way.

You both arrive at her house, if you can call it that, it was more like a mansion. You both enter and you sit down on her couch. "Do you want anything to drink?" She says looking through her large liquor cabinet. "Oh I'll just have a cocktail...O-old fashion!" You say a bit nervous."Good choice" she says getting out the necessary items. It was strange going to a woman's house who you just met but that was the least of your concern, you didn't want to be anywhere near your 'boyfriend' at the moment. The woman walks back with your drink and a glass of wine for her obvious and sits down on the couch beside you.

"You have a nice place..I'm sorry I didn't even catch your name" you say to her looking at her beautiful figure in her black dress. "Thank you, it's my husband's...well use to be husband we are getting divorced. Oh and my name is, Soyeon. Jeon Soyeon." She says taking a sip of her wine. "I'm Y/N, you have a lovely name, I'm sorry about the divorce.." you say looking down a bit. "It's nice to meet you and Don't feel bad, he wasn't a good person anyway, things just don't work out like you expect them to" she says with a sigh.

You don't know what it is about her but you felt so intrigued by her. Her beautiful face, her curves, her black hair that flowed naturally and framed her face. You don't know if it was because you were drunk or something else but you felt welcomed by her, yall continued talking more and more getting to know each other more while taking in more drinks for the night. "Y/N..." soyeon says looking at you directly into your eyes. "Have you ever hooked up with a woman before?". Her question strikes you by surprise, you've always considered yourself straight, well you have only dated men in your life up till now. "U-um no, I identify as straight I belive" you say blushing a bit "have you...?" You say back questioning her answer. "Yeah a few times..just experiment things in high school and college" she says in a calm voice. "I'm guessing you haven't kissed one either, hmm?" She say back. "N-no I haven't".

Soyeon finishes her wine and puts the empty glass down on the coffee table before pulling you into a heated kiss. The sudden kiss catches you by surprise, you didn't pull away from the woman, you don't know why, the kiss between yall deepens, her tongue passes your bottom lip making you open your mouth slightly. Her tongue enters your mouth exploring every nook and crevice. Your face burns hot as the kiss goes on. She strokes the side of your face and moves her hand down to your side pulling you onto her lap. You break off the kiss your eyes hazy as you gaze down at the sexy woman staring at you. "That was hot~" she says Biting her bottom lip. She kisses your neck taking off your clothes leaving you in your undergarments. She steps back and removes her own clothes. You gaze at her flower tattoo on her shoulder as she approaches you again lifting you up. Despite her small frame she picks you up with ease.

She puts you down on her bed and crawls on top of you coming down to your face. "I know it's your first time with a woman~ relax and let me take care of you~" she whispered seductively in your ear. You nod as you feel your pussy getting wetter by her voice. She moves her hands down to your thighs spreading them gently. She lucks her lips at the sight of your glistening wet folds. "For someone who is 'straight' your are very wet for me~" she says with a slight laugh. You blush in embarrassment from her comment. Soyeon lowers her head between your legs, kissing and nipping gently at your inner thighs. You shiver as you feelvher breath hit your clit.

Soyeon lands a few more kisses on your thighs before taking a slow sensual lick of your pussy. You gasp at the feeling of her tongue between your slit. You've been given head before but it was nothing compared to what Soyeon was giving you. "Ahh~" you moans out as soyeon continues to savor you. "You taste so sweet~" she says pulling away a bit before giving her attention to your clit. You inhale from the pleasure you are receiving. You whine out as soyeon places small kitten licks on your sensitive clit. The pleasure from her tongue is to much before you could say anything you were already cumming.

"Already hun~? I barely touched you yet~" she says teasingly. You gasp trying to catch your breath from your orgasm. This orgasm was like non other. You reached it very quickly. It was like soyeon knew your body inside and out. Like she knew what to do and how to do it. "P-please I want more~..." you whimper out needing her touch again. Soyeon moves her head back down between your legs. "AahH~ Fuck~" you moan out feeling a bit overwhelmed as the sexy woman eats you out. Soyeons gazes up to look at you straight into your eyes as she laps up the juices flowing out if you. You felt like a prey and she was the predator.

You watch as she continues to move her tongue up and down your soaking cunt to your clit sucking on the sensitive bud hard. "S-soyeon~.." the pleasure consuming you whole. Soyeon pulls her mouth away and pushed her long slender finger inside of your wet craven. "M-m~ ye-yes~ right t-there~" you gasp and pant as she pushes in another finger curling both of them up into your G-spot. Soyeon kisses your neck and chest as she fingers the fuck out of your pussy. You feel your second orgasm rising as she continues her fast Pace. You clench around her fingers as you cum for the second time.

Soyeon removes her fingers giving them a delicious lick. You watch exhausted as you see soyeon lap up your juices from her fingers. Soyeon kisses you, snowballing your cum into your mouth to taste. She parts your legs more and positioned herself between them. Your clits touching as you feel her leaky pussy against your. She lowers her hips and begins moving her hips in a circle sending low pleasurable sensations to your body again. You moan as soyeon begins to scissors you. "Shit~ you feel so good against me~" she moans out moving her hips faster causing more friction. Soyeon was basically riding you, and she was riding you good. Soyeon picks up her speed her moans becoming more sporadic as her grinding gets sloppy. Soyeon chases her own orgasm as you feel your third orgasm of the night. You squirt hard on her pussy as she continues to achieve her climax. Soyeon grips onto your hips moving faster as her orgasm finally hits causing her to jerk a bit as she cums against you. Yall both pant as soyeon helps you both ride out your orgasm. Soyeon plops down beside you,her chest heaving up and down. "W-wow.." you say "T-that was amazing..." you turn to look at soyeon, her tired eyes looking at your bare body as she pulls you toward her. "I'm glad you liked it" she say. That was the last thing yiu remember before crashing.

The next day:

You wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling. Your head pounding as you turn around. You are greeted by the sight of a lotus flower tattoo. You take a moment to realize where you were, not home and not in your bed. You sit up abruptly in a panic. "Ugh my head..where are my clothes.." your hangover was the least of your worries. You look over at the naked woman and turn back around to look for your clothes. "Mmm..." you hear a groan as soyeon stretches waking up. "I-im sorry did I wake you up?" You say trying to cover your bare naked body from soyeon. Soyeon looks at you and rubs her tired eyes before getting up "No *yawn* you're fine" she says walking to her bathroom and grabbing a robe to cover herself. "Are you hungry?" She says walking out. "I-I don't want to be a bother, I can go home" you say stumbling a bit trying to look for your clothes.

"Stay, let me take care of your hangover" she says going to the living room. You follow still covering yourself a bit. You see your clothes on the couch and rush over and grab them. Soyeon goes to the kitchen and gets you a glass of water. "Are you hungry? I can get you something to cure your hangover" soyeon says looking through her freezer grabbing out an ice cream bar to cure her own hangover. "No thanks I'm fine"  you say to her. You are either bad at lying or something because soyeon still ended up giving you a bowl of cold buckwheat noodles to eat. You eat them thanking her for feeding you. "I'm sorry for crashing at your place like that". "Don't worry stay as long as you'd like" soyeon says sitting down across from you. "I've never had such an experience with another woman, thank you". Soyeon laughs a bit "no problem you would be surprised by how often I hear that, I want to have you around more you seem like fun" soyeon say with a smile. You nod in agreement, something tells you that you are never going to go back to dating men.

Did anyone catch the 'up to (G)-Idle' reference I did 😳🤫

ALSO IK SOYEON ISNT A BIG DRINKER ITS JUST FOR THE STORY (lowkey was going to use minnie for this story) I want to make a pt 2 to this kinda :p

#fem!reader #gidle smut #gidle #gidle soyeon #kpop #kpop smut #smut #soyeon #soyeon smut #angst? #alcohol #caught cheating #lgbtq

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Your Light At The End Of The Tunnel

This is a little gift and personalized piece for @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @ajokeformur-ray Please excuse me for being super late🙈 Actually, I planned to finish this little thing as a Christmas gift. But I didn't make it in time because I'm so busy and stressed out with everything. So I had to make a few changes. Also, I haven't written anything for Eddie (or anything at all for that matter) in ages so I apologize if my characterization isn't exactly good. But I still hope that you will like it a tiny bit. I love you lots, Eri, and I wish you nothing but the absolute best🫂🥺

Summary: You don't feel very good lately, because university and your job are taking a lot out of you. This doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie and Uncle Wayne, so they decide it's time for a night off for you. And once again you realize how much they mean to you.

Tw: physically and mentally exhausted reader with self doubts -> but it's a fluffy comfort piece

Word count: 1526

(The gif is how he looks at you because he misses you and worries about you. He loves you so much and he only wants the best for you.)

It's evening when you're finally done with your long shift and you're heading home. Exhaustion and stress eat at you, but you try to forget the thoughts of your long to-do list just for a while while listening to the familiar and soothing melodies of Ozzy's music. You need some distance and time to yourself to clear your mind from the same tiring routine of getting up, working, doing housework and studying, and going to sleep. Your job a break from uni, uni a break from your job. Over and over again. And it wears on you, even if you enjoy your work and studies. Pesky and hurtful thoughts are almost a daily occurrence. Voices whispering to you that you are not working hard enough, not being good enough. They have a fun time picking at your brain and making you feel like shit. The urge to give up is strong. Sometimes you feel like screaming, hiding or running away.

But you don't. Never.

No matter how heavy and crushing the weight on your shoulders feels, you know there's light at the end of the tunnel. That shows you how much more you are. How strong, smart, determined, kind, wonderful and amazing you are. So very loved and cherished. And that these bad thoughts of yours are nothing but lies and untruths.

At first you don't even notice his van parked in the driveway in front of your house as you walk around the corner, head down and music blasting from your headphones. It's not until you bump into something - or better, someone - that you look up. Eyes wide, heart hammering against your ribcage. But as quickly as the initial shock came, it turns into a deep sigh of relief. The corners of your mouth twitching upward into a small, tired smile.

There it was, your light at the end of the tunnel.

Wild hair flies through the air as he turns to face you. Big brown eyes so soft and warm that it almost makes you want to cry with love and adoration. Just this pretty and bright smile of his makes your heart feel lighter, as if the missing parts are clicking back into place.

"Woah, woah. Easy there, sweet thing. I gotcha, I gotcha." Eddie feels warm against you as he pulls you close and wraps his arms around you to hold you and keep you from stumbling. "Another long day, hm?"

"Mhm..." You don't have to say it out loud for him to understand. Sometimes actions speak louder than words. And the way you cling to him like a drowning person to a life preserver is more than enough of an answer for him.

"I see." Now it's his turn to sigh deeply. Of course, he doesn't miss the state you've been in lately. It worries him and if he could, he would take all the burden off you. But even if he can't carry your burdens, he can carry you. Give you some relief and time to slow down. He kisses the crown of your head. A gesture so tender, a look into the metalhead's warm and gentle heart of gold. "Do you think I can take you to our place? I know, work and uni and shit. But Uncle Wayne and I would love to have you with us tonight. That's why I'm here, sweetheart."

Your eyes are welling up with tears as you look at him. Tears of gratefulness. You try to blink them away but to no avail. Eddie quietly hushes you - something he learned from his uncle - and wipes away the wet trails with the pads of his thumb. Even the slightes contact of skin on skin makes you melt. You nod and give him another small smile, but this time it reaches your eyes. "Please. Just...just let me take care of a few things, okay? And then we can get the hell out of here."

You giggle a little and place a soft kiss on his cheek. And if you look close enough, you can see him blush just the slightes bit - he's such a sweet and pretty boy. You hear him mutter something under his breath as you walk past him and go inside. You stop for a moment in the hallway of your house and think. Your thoughts are circling around all the things you should be doing. You feel the familiar and hated feeling of your chest tightening. It's hard for you to take breaks, to take time for yourself. There are only so many hours in a day and most of the time you wish you could be in more than one place at once - that would be super helpful. You need to... No. Not today. Not this evening. You call Eddie and Uncle Wayne to mind. They give you the strength you so desperately need. They wouldn't want you to come home after a long shift, only to keep working until you can barely stand on your feet from exhaustiom and the whole world starts to spin around you. No. You shake your head, trying to mentally brush off your worries. And so you keep your promise and just grab a few things you need for your stay at the Munson trailer.

When you go back outside, you take a deep breath. You see Eddie bouncing on the balls of his feet, and you are greeted with a big smile. "You ready, sweet thing?" As soon as you nod, Eddie takes your bag and carefully throws it onto the backseat. He opens the door for you and gestures you to get in with a little silly bow, making you giggle at his antics. He helps you with the seat belt - safety first - before he jogs around his old van and plops down on the driver's seat. The ride doesn't take long, thanks to Eddie's, well, wild driving style and the two of you loudly singing along to your favorite songs of Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. But honestly, you wouldn't want it any other way. It is perfect.

As soon as the van speeds into the driveway and the trailer comes into view, you are greeted with the familiar silhouette of Eddie's uncle. He's patiently waiting for the two of you on the front porch. When he sees you, he stomps out his cigarette and waves at you.

"There you are, kid. 'M glad my son was able to convince ya." He opens his arms for you with the kindest smile on his lips, and maybe you walk to him a little too fast to hide how much you missed him. Wayne chuckles and squeezes you affectionately as you hide your face in his flannel shirt and take a deep breath. A mix of cologne and the stale smell of his last cigarette. Only when his arms loosen around you do you let go of each other and you look at him. Your heart feels light and warm - more at peace -, the way only the Munsons can make you feel. "Now how 'bout we go inside, hm? It's a little cold out here, isn't it, boy?" You both give Eddie a look and laugh when you see him shiver and roll his eyes, grinning. A real metalhead like him would never give up his leather jacket and vest, right?

First Eddie takes you to his room so you can put your things away and get comfortable. To your surprise and delight, you find that he has even cleaned up a bit. No more stains, new bedding. And a dedicated place for your night light on the nightstand, even if Eddie is your noble knight protecting you from the demons of the night. Silly boy loves to hear your giggle when he calls himself that. He hands you one of his most comfy band tees - preferably an Ozzy or Dio one - because he knows wearing it will make you feel calmer and more comfortable, before leading you back into the living room where Uncle Wayne is already sitting on the old sofa. You take a seat between the two men and sigh deeply. You hear the TV running softly in the background, but you don't hear it. Your brain feels like it's full of cotton. Naturally, you reach for one of Eddie's hands to hold it. The metal of his rings cool against your heated skin. It's soothing in a way, grounds you and makes you understand that he's really there with you. Your eyes get heavy and you allow yourself to gently rest your head against Wayne's shoulder, making him smile and hum in approvel.

Finally your mind and body can rest a little, being together with the two people who mean the entire universe to you. You feel at peace, loved, cherished and understood. And even though the world can be scary, tiring and too much, you know that you can do it. Because you are not alone. The Munsons stick together. On good days and bad. They are your light at the end of the tunnel.

#okay not me being super nervous for no real reason😅 #I hope it's not too bad #but if it's bad you can tell me and I'll try to write something new #I'll hide forever now🙈 #personalized piece #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #gifts for friends

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Beach Bunny

hello, here's my first John Marino fic! Let me know what you think!

Requests are open :)

John watched you as you sat on the bed with your laptop in front of you. You were working on an essay for one of your college classes. You had one of your favorite playlists playing in the background as John was on his phone. 

“Flashing back to New York City

Changing flights so you stay with me

Remember thinkin' that I got this right

And now I wish we never met

'Cause you're too hard to forget

While I'm cleanin' up your mess…” you sang along to Lie to Me by 5 Seconds of Summer. John was watching you sing as you typed your essay. He thought you had an amazing voice. You had a decent range too. However, being a singer was not what you wanted. You wanted to run your own business one day. That’s why you were writing an essay, for your business class.

You stopped singing and focused on your essay, and John went back to his phone. He loved hearing you sing. You always sang in the car, while you wrote, and while you were doing household chores. Good Girls by Beach Bunny started to play next and you groaned, it was one of your favorites. 

“I'm tired of dumb boy talk

Of getting close

You say you won't, you do

And act as though you don't

You're not a ghost

I'm not afraid of you

I started letting go

You let me know

That you were just confused

And I still think that you're cute

But I need you to remember that

Good girls don't get used,” you sang your heart out to this one with your eyes closed, feeling the lyrics. John watched you with heart eyes. He loved the sound of your voice. Once the song ended and another started, you could feel his eyes on you. Looking over, you felt a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sorry, sometimes I get carried away when Beach Bunny is on. They’re my favorite,” you confessed shyly.

John shook his head, smiling, “I love it.”

You smiled and moved your laptop so you could jump onto his chest and hug him, abandoning your essay. John easily caught you and chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around your back. He grabbed his phone to look at something.

“Whatcha doing, Johnny?” you mumbled into his chest.

“I’m looking to see if a Beach Bunny concert is coming up,” he said.

You perked up, “Really?” You shifted your head so you could see his phone screen. You hoped and prayed that there was a concert nearby and soon.

John scrolled through the tour dates and found one in New York City, “Babe, it’s tomorrow!” He exclaimed making you jump off of him in excitement.

“Can we go? Pretty please, Johnny? Are you off tomorrow?” You rambled out all the questions that popped into your head.

“I am off tomorrow. Let me see if there are any tickets left,” John mumbled as he messed with his phone.

“So?” you asked impatiently, looking back and forth from his face to the screen.

“Tickets are $239 each. Damn. Who’s headlining?” he questioned.

“Melanie Martinez!” you exclaimed, “It’s going to be a great tour.”

“Gotcha, got the tickets babe,” John declared smiling over at you. “No shit?” you almost screamed, and he nodded. This time you did, jumping back onto his chest as you placed kisses all over his face.

John laughed before wrapping you in a bone crushing hug, kissing the top of you head.

“Happy?” He asked you quietly.

“More than happy,” you said lifting your head to look into his eyes, “Thank you, Johnny.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” John muttered lovingly.

“Now I got to find something to wear,” you yelled while leaping off of John, in route to your closet. Shuffling through your dresses, you groaned, “I gotta go get something new, I think.”

“Let’s go shopping,” John suggested.

A broad smile graced your features, you reached out your hand towards him. John has a toothy grin on his face. You loved the missing tooth, and he knew it. He gets out of bed and grabbed your hand. 

At the store, you had a few dresses laid over you arm as you both walked to the dressing room. You grabbed John’s hand and pulled him to a room and shut the door. He sat down on the chair while you hung up the dresses and put your purse down. Kicking off your shoes, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head with John’s eyes watching your every move. You tugged off your shorts and reached out for the first dress. It was a spaghetti strapped dress with a maroon floral print

Looking in the mirror, you turned to see the different angles of your dress, “Baby, what do you think of this one?” 

Locking eyes with him in the mirror, he smiled, “I like this one.”

You smiled back, “I’m going to try on the black one,” you stated reaching for the short sleeved dress. Slipping out of the maroon dress, you effortlessly slid on the black dress, John’s eyes never leaving your form.

“Babe?” you question.

“Black looks good on you, but I like the tank top dress,” John confessed.

“Okay, last one,” you said referring to the cheetah print body con dress. Yanking off the black dress, you watched John’s face. He was practically drooling at you. Slightly turning, you decided to put on a little show for the last dress. Letting your hips sway in your cute light pink panties, you reached for the cheetah print dress and slowly slid into it, knowing that John’s eyes were on your ass. You turned back around to see his hooded eyes slowly looking up to your face, stopping on your breasts. Your cleavage in this dress made your boobs look imaculate. 

“O-okay, this one is my favorite,” John stuttered standing up. He made his way over to you with his hands resting on your hips.

Blushing you reach up to tangle your hands into his curls, “I think it’s my favorite too.”

He leaned down and pressed a needy kiss to your lips. You deepened this kiss while letting your hands roam his arms. 

Breaking the kiss, he pulled away, “Let’s go buy this and go home,” John whispered, “got a few things I want to do with you.”

“Is that so, Johnny?” you asked with doe eyes. He nodded and sat back in the chair, giving you the cue to change back into your clothes. After changing, you bought the dress and went home to take care of a few things before bed.

The next night, you and John were standing in line for the concert. You dressed in the new cheetah print dress and John in a nice button up. You gripped his hand while your other hand held his bicep. You rested your head on his shoulder as you moved forward little by little.

However, John could feel you bouncing. You were so excited. 

“Babe, relax, you’ll see them soon enough,” he laughed.

“I’m trying, believe me,” you retorted giggling.

After making showing your tickets, you found your seats. You sat down and John’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. Talking about anything and everything, you waited. The lights suddenly dimmed and you sat up in your seat. The opening band played their set and left the stage. You both enjoyed them. Your eyes never leaving the stage, you see Lili Trifilio make her way to the middle of the stage with her guitar strapped to her shoulder. 

You quickly stood up, John following suit, as she greeted the crowd and started to play Weeds. You cheered and sang along. John nodded his head along to the music and enjoyed watching you have the time of your life. Towards the end of their set, they played Cloud 9, another one of your favorites. John enveloped you in his hands as he swayed you back and forth to the beat of the song. You were in perpetual bliss, listening to your favorite band in concert and had the love of your life wrapped around you. 

Before the last song, Painkillers, you turned around in John’s arms and gave him a big kiss.

“Thank you for this experience,” you gushed.

“Anything to see you happy, love,” John smiled. You turned around to listen to Beach Bunny’s last song, enjoying John’s presence and the atmosphere.

#john marino imagine #john marino #john marino imagines #nhl imagine #nhl