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sunaluv · 1 year

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I love the "Come get your man" series could you make a pt4????[you do not have to]

I love your work sm!!!keep doing what your doing!!!

Drink water, take breaks when needed, take care of your health both mentally & physically!!and see you next ask♡

wooo we back at it again! thanks for checking in on me bae 🥲 take care of yourselves too!

also thanks for 1k followers 🥳

part 3

feat. kenma, tsukishima, iwaizumi

steamer!KENMA

kenma loves his job. as a professional streamer he’s his own boss, he doesn’t have to be around people too often and he’s become really fond of his little online community (not that he’d admit that out loud).

it’s been a week since your unplanned debut on his channel. you didn’t realize he was recording when you came to drop of his snacks, doing your daily check in. ever since, all the tags with his stream name were aggressively loving, basically demanding him to bring back their ‘mother’ to the screen.

you drop in every now and then to remind his viewers to look after themselves, jokingly scolding them for not looking after your man aswell but it’s all fun and games on both ends.

whilst watching his stream in the room next door, you can help but notice a user in particular.

@/kodzubae: LMAOOO i thought he would be dating someone much prettier😭 didn’t know kodzu did charity cases.

even though the chat was moving before you could read all the comments, your eyes always managed to find whatever the user said about you, and none of it was nice. you didn’t have to be told not to read the comments— it’s an unspoken fact but your eyes and brain always seem to betray you, feeding into your minor insecurities.

you haven’t even realized you were staring at a blank screen. kenmas’ stream had ended whilst you were too lost in your thoughts.

“…you alright?” he asked hesitantly.

though your eyes lit up and your lips quirked at the sight of your boyfriend, he knew something was up— call it a sixth sense of his.

you wordlessly tried to convince him that you were okay, talking and joking the rest of the night until you fell asleep in his embrace but none of it felt genuine. he didn’t want to pry, but it physically hurt him to see you hiding things from him.

totally disregarding the first rules of boyfriend 101: “don’t go through your partners phone!”, kenma unlocked your phone, instantly frowning at the screen before him.

it was her twitter page. kenma knew his lifelong fans, and the handle on your screen now was one of them, except it was full of fan behavior for him and blatant hatred for you.

he felt bad.

it wasn’t exactly his fault, but he still felt responsible for the digs at you that were happening on his live.

the next day, you had woken up hours after kenma. you tend to do that when you sleep with a heavy heart.

in the distance, you could hear him talking, probably streaming. so you opened his stream on your phone and tuned in right on time.

“hey guys,” he greeted. “before we start i want to say something…i’ve become aware that ever since ‘mother’,” he emphasized on the quote marks. “made her first appearance, some of you have not been the nicest to her online and i just want to say that that’s a boundary that absolutely cannot be crossed.”

@/user1: WHAT? WHO HURT MOTHER

@/user2: i hope she’s okay :( luv u mom

@/user3: we’re just going to skip over the fact that he acknowledges them as our parents? okay…

@/user4: cross ken >:( cross ken >:(

“so from here on out, any hate towards her will be an instant block. i’ve told my mods too so behave…” he firmly, yet gently scolded.

“now that’s out of the way, today we’ll be…”

you watched the rest of the stream with a smile on your face. though you were working on voicing your concerns and discomfort, it was nice to know that kenma is willing to work for you whilst he waited.

TSUKISHIMA (tall!reader)

“you look so much taller when you’re not welded into tsukkis’ side, ya know?”

startled, you angled your neck down to see one of your classmates.

you had been avoiding her, and she, you. but it seems she’s finally willing to break this ongoing silent tension fest between you two.

“what do you want.” you deadpanned.

she gasped. “you’re too mean! tsukishima doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you, he deserves someone who is more down to earth, you get me?”

she eyed you up and down to emphasize her point.

taking your silence as willingness to listen, she continued. “i mean your too tall! granted he is too but opposites attract, he needs someone who will look good with him, like me.”

you folded your lips inward to contain your laughter. you and basically everyone knew about this girls love for your boyfriend, but you never pegged her as the type to come at you like this.

“you can have him if you want,” you waved. “kei looooves short girls.”

her eyes lit up in victory, obviously not sensing your sarcasm. “cool, just make sure you break up with him today because-“

“nobody is breaking up with anyone.” a voice shot.

low and behold, your six foot something boyfriend shutting down any advances you were planning to set him up with. though he joined the conversation, he only appeared to be addressing you.

“kei! i-“

“tsukishima.”

“tsukki! i-”

“no.”

he made eye contact with your smirking face over the girls head. “you were just gonna throw me to the wolves like that?” he asked offended.

you chucked. “there’s no wolves kei, look at her” you pinched the cheek of the stunned girl stood in between you two. “she’s harmless, like a poodle.”

she stood, mouth open seemingly in shock.

looking back at him, his face did not let up. you sighed.

“i’m sorry kei,” you breathed through your nose. “i will never subject you to such a horrible, earth shattering, torturous-“

“that’s enough, my god” he groaned. grabbing your wrist, he dragged you by the wrist, only slowing down when you rounded the corner, out of the girls view.

“you know i was joking, right.” you poked his cheek, to which he swatted your hand away.

“i know you’re joking,” his signature smirk appeared. “after all you wouldn’t throw away the opportunity to date the guy you’ve been crushing on for as long as you’ve been here. if i recall, your confession went along the lines of ‘i-“

you slapped your hand over his mouth in embarrassment. leave it to the guy to turn your confession into a weapon against you.

you playfully bickered down the rest of the hall, forgetting all about the girl who had tried to take your place earlier.

IWAIZUMI

“are you sure you’re not only using him to like, get to oikawa or something?”

the first words this girl had spoken to you. you don’t know who she is, or where she came from but she has some nerve coming with such a ridiculous question considering you haven’t formally met before.

“excuse me?”

“you heard me,” her tone was now accusatory. “i’ve seen many girls do iwa dirty because they want oikawa so if that’s the case save yourself an ass beating and leave him alone!”

you don’t know if you have bad memory or what because you don’t know who this girl is and as far as your concerned, neither does your boyfriend.

“i’m sorry, are you a friend of his?” you were more confused than anything.

“i am his and he is mine.”

woah.

you didn’t want to accuse her, but every sign she was showing pointed to a major case of FDS (fan delusion syndrome), a case of the crazies found in fans of the oikawa toru founded by you, maki and mattsun, but you were unaware that this case was also present in your boyfriends own… supporters.

you don’t blame them though because your man is a total hunkkkk. anyways.

right on queue, the door slid open and both of your heads turned to meet hajime’s, and of course he has to show up with a sweaty face, shirt practically clinging to his defined body.

“hajime!” the girl called, running and stopping infront of him. “she’s using you do get to oikawa, break up with her!”

he followed the finger that was pointed to you— confused and lost in the middle of the gym.

“that’s my girlfriend, she doesn’t like him like that.”

the sound of a shattered heart pierced the sudden silence. “w-w-what do you mean girlfriend, she’s after toru i’m sure of it!”

a humorless chuckle sounded from his throat. “trust me, she doesn’t ”

being cautious not to set the girl off, he traversed around her, and straight to you who watched the whole interaction both concerned and amused.

“wowww,” you breathed. “i didn’t know you were also a cause for FDS.”

“what?”

“nothing,” you straightened. “i don’t blame her though. i would go crazy if you walked around looking like that too.”

his face flushed and he turned away. “stop saying things like that…”

you smiled, poking his cheek. “what, i can’t appreciate my boyfriend who’s built like he was carved from the greek gods himself?”

he walked away after pushing your face with his hand, drowning your chuckle.

“c’mon haji, don’t be like that,” you chased after him. “you have to be feeling yourself a little after seeing the affect you have of the seijoh population!”

the girl watched as you made her ‘man’ flush, comment after comment, feeling numb as she watched him get more and more out of his reach.

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prideofcelestia · 9 months

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❝ when you say that nobody got you a cake for your birthday ❞

« characters - lucifer, mammon, satan, leviathan »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

sol ver

LUCIFER

“What?” His eyes widen in disbelief.

“Yeah... so we would all put money together to buy a cake for my other friends but since my birthday fell during the summer vacation, I never really cut any cake with my friends.”

He declares an emergency family meeting where he orders Mammon and Asmodeus to choose a venue for a party, Leviathan to decide the food menu, and Satan, Beelzebub and Belphegor to look after the decorations. He personally hires one of the best pâtissiers in the Devildom to make a cake especially for your party. It will be a private affair with only the brothers attending.

Lucifer will get you another cake to cut in private later but first you must get a taste of celebrating with close friends who are also akin to your family.

When you see the cake, you are rendered speechless. It has a tier for every year of your age. Even if your time is fleeting, every second that has passed and is yet to grace you matters. You matter and they will do their best to remind you of it.

MAMMON

“What would ya say?!”

He is royally pissed at your friends. It's good that you have him in your life now. The Great Mammon will make everything right.

“O-Oi human! Come to my room after classes today.”

“Mammon? I thought you had to stay back for detention.”

“Well don't think about those stupid details, would ya?”

You sigh and accept the invitation. There's no saving one who doesn't want to be saved.

When you enter his room, you know something is off. It has nothing to do with the room itself. It's his nervousness that makes you suspicious.

“Mammon, are you okay?”

“I just- Close your eyes!”

“What? What's this all of a sudden?”

“Trust me and close your eyes!”

“Okay okay!”

You follow his instructions, only to be met with a shy plea immediately as he scurries across the room.

“Open your eyes now... Surprise!”

The cake he gets you is the colour of molten gold and looks like a Grimm from the top.

“Oh my Diavolo, Mammon! It's such a sweet gesture.”

“I couldn't just let my servant go without cutting a cake! What kinda master wo-would I be otherwise, huh?” He manages to say with blushing cheeks.

He can hardly look at you so you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheeks in gratitude. He is ready to explode. Atleast he will explode as a happy demon.

LEVIATHAN

“Ehhh? EHHHH?! You?! Bu-But But you are so amazing and sweet! How can those normies ever forget about you?! It’s not as if you are a pathetic gross otaku li-like me?!”

He takes some time to process the information and feels sad about it. Even he cannot relate to you because his brothers had never let him celebrate a birthday without throwing a surprise party.

It has always been easy to plan for him because he hardly left his room and so the brothers held their secret meetings without a worry. Similarly, it was child’s play for him to plan a small party for you from the comfort of his room.

Your DDD vibrates because of a message from Leviathan.

“Can you come to my room rn? I have something to show you.”

The moment the door opens, the sound of party crackers catches you off guard and before you know it, you are covered in party streamer.

“SURPRISE!”

You blink to find a cake shaped like a gaming controller with "Player 2" written on it in a cute style.

Levi has arranged some of his figurines and Henry’s fish tank to surround the cake. They have a small party hat on top of their heads. Henry swims around happily as if to show off in front of you.

SATAN

He shuts his book in rage.

“The audacity! How could they?” He mumbles to himself when he is alone.

He is only too well acquainted with the feeling of being excluded. It hurts. It hurts when he doesn’t supress his feelings well and the wrath that comes with it is not sweet either.

He feels sad and extremely offended on your behalf but he also acknowledges that his feelings won’t amount to a lot if he doesn’t act on it.

He decides on a small, intimate celebration with the two of you and some of your feline companions.

He gets you a cake in your favourite flavour, carefully listing your allergies, likes and dislikes. He ditches his first idea of getting one that looks like the head of a cake. It would be sacrilege to eat it!

The cats seem to understand the mood because they mewl and Satan sings when you cut the cake. He is awkward while singing so don’t let it get out of his room! The smile on your face compensates his embarrassment.

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me x mc #obey me!#shion script #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #x mc #x reader #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #birthday #fluff

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nyahchan · 11 months

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Childe's Dear Roomate

Modern AU Childe x fem!faceless pornstar streamer reader 18+

TW:mentiones of toys, voyeurism (?) , modern au childe,daddy kink, squirting,

I think you can guess the rest of the tags

This is inspired by a fic I read but I can't find it anymore so idk who to give credits

:readmore: (this shi never works)

Every waking moment

Every hour at work

It all felt irritating

He could only grow restless till his working hours were up and he could leave

Childe's favourite activity of the day was going home, not to relax, not to eat, not to sleep, but to watch his favourite streamer, oh how cute she was! hiding her face with a mask, wearing a wig for extra caution, all while showing her beautiful and gorgeous body to the entire world for money, playing with herself for ___$ , Cumming on the stream for ___$, using various toys for ___$,Moaning a certain viewer's name for special donations and oh so much more! Childe could only feel aroused and angry everytime your stream started, you were showing your lovely body and doing such unholy things in front of so many perverts like himself just for money, he could easily give you the money you need! Just thinking about having you by his side, fucking you every waking moment, giving you the money that you oh so badly need to be doing such things on the internet was enough to make him cum all over his screen as he watched your stream on his computer.

Everything was perfect as usual except for one thing, he had a new roommate now, ugh so annoying, although he didn't need to have a roommate as he had a very high paying job, he oh so stupidly agreed to it one night a few days ago while he was rewatching a few of his favourite streamer's streams, agreeing in the heat of the moment as he was annoyed that someone was calling him asking if she could be his roommate for external and internal reasons for a few days, childe kept thinking about kicking his annoying roommate out but figured it's only for a few days so he didn't even bother looking at his new roommate's face, and with that in mind he kept watching his darling streamer when he realized something, her background was different today and she was telling her viewers how she was at a different place for some internal reasons and to not pay attention to it but childe kept thinking about it over and over again... It looks familiar... Too familiar... Childe kept looking at the background till it clicked in his head, he grinned evilly and immediately dashed to his new roommate's room and behold! His darling was right in front of him, completely naked, a dildo inside her sopping pussy, her face covered with a mask, wearing a wig, her eyes widened as childe barged in. He on the other hand,wasted no time in unbuckling his already loose pants, only in his underwear from the waist down now, wearing a mask himself and going near the screen where she was sitting, "hey guys, today you're gonna see your favorite streamer get fucked by an actual cock instead of this fake tiny little dildo" childe said as he yanked the dildo out with so much force, it caused you to whimper out loudly, still shocked from the turn of events "this will be her last stream so gonna make it a special one ya see" "don't even need to pay today, just watch and see how good I fuck my darling unlike you disgusting perverts, savour this moment in your heart" he says to the screen as he quickly takes his pants off, revealing his long and girthy member ", your eyes widen "w-wait, w-what do you mean my last steam?!" You say all confused "darling, ya think I'm gonna let these animals look at you any longer now that I've found out you're my roommate~ don't worry daddy's gonna pay for everything, no need to do such degenerate things for money anymore, daddy's gonna wife ya up"

and with that, he starts aligning himself against your dripping pussy, you can only whimper in protest, he starts slowly entering you until he bottoms out, hissing at you walls tightening around him "although you just had a dildo shoved in ya, it appears you're still too tight for daddy's cock, never had an actual girthy cock before did ya?" He says smugly as he starts violently thrusting in and out of you, you start moaning loudly, lost in the pleasure, no one has ever fucked you think good before, your eyes roll back in your head as your tongue falls out of your mouth as you stop caring about how your screen is filling up with hundreds of messages , either praising you or degrading you as they talk in detail how they're jerking off right now to you,as you're getting fucked into oblivion, childe on the otherhand could feel his blood rushing to his dick even more as he saw all the comments popping on the screen, a feeling of possessiveness fills him up as he starts thrusting faster and faster while growling to show the world who you belong to now, your walls start tightening around his cock as you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap, but something feels different, very different "i-i think I need to pee, I-i feel strange" you whimper out "then piss on my cock" he grunts as he feels your walls tightening even more, and as if on command, you squirt all over his chest, your back arching as your head falls back, childe's eyes widen at the scene in front of him and he starts smirking mischievously at this new revelation "my my, it looks like someone just squirted~" he chuckles,your eyes quickly widen but he gives you a reassuring smile to indicate this is not something to be ashamed of and thrusts into you sloppily a few more times to help you through your high before cumming inside your pussy himself, you whimper out at the feeling of being filled to the brim by his seed.

Childe quickly ends the stream and places you onto his lap to let you rest up as he coos praises into your ear "no more showing the world your gorgeous body m-kay?I'll give you as much money you need, let's be permanent roommates" he says as he slips the mask off of your face and his as well, then snags the wig off of your head for more air "you look stunning, you know that right? Looked so good when you squirted,it's a shame the mask covered your face, wanted to fully see that tongue sticking out,maybe next time" he says as he brushes some hair off of your face, you might have just found a new sugar daddy, except you're probably gonna be living with him.... And might just become a parent in the process..

#modern childe #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x reader #tartagalia smut #tartaglia x reader smut #tartaglia x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #smut #ajax x reader

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chocsra · 7 months

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general chuuya hcs bc hes bbg

he has long ass natural eyelashes and gets insecure cus of it (since he feels uncomfy bc of his height and feminine proportions), so he tried to rip them off once but koyo stopped him

i think its canon but genuinely practices in the mirror for anything and EVERYTHING AND ITS SO FUNNY

his smirk is 50/50, its either really attractive or really cringe (isa joke)

wears robes at home

hes awkward w kids

when he watches movies he overexaggerates everything and is extremely overdramatic

self conscious ab his fashion will ask for advice all the time

hes really fun to be w and most of the time he asks like an ass (affectionate)

^^ likes calling friends/subordinates affectionate insults like "dumbass" as u can see w dazai and mackerel

sometimes he can get rly mean tho 😒

hit him w the "why are you so mean to me"/"dawg what did i do to you 🙁" and he'll instantly feel bad

enjoys banter and finds intelligence attractive

wears elevated shoes

i feel like the way he talks can come across as flirty to some people, so like hes not a womanizer hes just being nice in a cocky way so its like, "hey ya look nice in that, wear that more, yea?" so sometimes yall just be talking and ur like "what are we"

his music taste is either romantic jazz or rock.

cracks his knuckles a lot

also always has back pain from his horrid sleeping positions??

hes a messy and chaotic sleeper

likes taking pictures of the sunset

his social media account is surprisingly normal - he def posts the most on instagram

^^ his captions to his posts would be smth corny like "what a wonderful evening"

sings when hes drunk to you

knows how to moonwalk

teen chuuya hcs:

tried to be a streamer when he was 15

collects jordans

caresses his motorcycle randomly

told everyone he was gonna start collecting wine and noone believed him

prefers calling over texting

before koyo knocked some sense (and fashion) into him he gave frat boy energy

genuinely loves guitar (electric or acoustic)

WILL SERENADE YOU

music is like one of the only things that can calm him down

but not like just the calming music, yk how sometimes theres sm noise so you need to put really loud music to drown it out? thats him

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #15 chuuya #chocsra #chuuya x reader #15 chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #hcs #chuuya hcs #headcanons #chuuya headcanons

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simplhee · 2 months

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be my +1

synopsis: when streamer heeplays needs to find a plus one to go with him to the Streamer Awards, what does he do? he makes a google form of course! and what happens when up-and-coming streamer y/n jokingly fills out the form, catching heeseung's attention? stream starting soon: be my +1 !!!

lvl 7. - do it for the plot [written 365 words]

in the late hours of the stream, you sit there trying not to doze off. you had seen the first and last peaks of sunlight shine through your curtains, the timer of your stream nearing that 24-hour mark. yunjin had long left, the other roomies dropping by to give you sustenance to keep going. you did take a nap but that energy could only last you so long.

wrapped in a blanket with your hood up you felt like the epitome of a marshmallow, scrolling through twitter to make the time go by faster. you saw people posting clips of the stream and the games you’ve played, art made by your favorite creators, and new tweets about the streamer awards. as you were scrolling, you lingered for a second longer at a post beomgyu had retweeted, something about being someone’s plus one to the awards.

as you pass it, chat becomes lively once again telling you to check it out. “what is it chat? lol,” you say as your eyes skim through the chat.

catluvr: it’s an interest form to be heeseung’s plus one! 🜲 chaewonshusband: heeseung is looking for a plus one to bring! pikachuus: dew ITTT

“hmmm, i don’t know chat, i mean isn’t he one of my friend’s friends?”

🜲 tokkiteok: do it for the plot lol hakudragon: i mean why not ohnaurs: YAUR

“okay, okay. i mean why not? ya know i bet a ton of his fans already filled it out so he probably won’t notice lol. i got nothing to lose”

some time had passed before you reached the end of the form, chat encouraging you to keep going whenever you had second thoughts.

“okay y’all, i submitted it,” a tired smile on your face as the stream exhaustion kicked in. “well with that, that concludes my stream. it was a fun stream chat, i’ll miss youuuu”

nightwingsbooty: we’ll miss you too !!! sunshinehoody: come back soon pookie motherbin: LOVE YOUUU ☑️💎 jenaissante: it was fun :D

“buh byeee” a smile on your face as you wave goodbye to your stream. hitting the end stream button on obs you sit there for a few more minutes before starting to get ready for bed.

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pairing: streamer!heeseung x fem!reader content/genre: strangers to lovers, college au, streamer au, fluff, crack, (potential) angst, smau warning(s): swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is still open !!!

©️ simplhee 2023

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httpslexii · 10 months

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Hello! :D

Could you do Quackity dating headcanons? I can't find more than I red (hope wrote it well :)) ;-;

Can I ask for no nsfw?

Also-

Can I be 🇵🇱anon?

Hope ur day is well :3

Stay hydrated, and in good mood

Love ya!

₊ ๑ ˗ˏˋQuackity dating hc's

Quackity x gn!reader

sorry for the delay i'm playing minecraft lmao

I think Quackity is a man who doesn't like to show you on his streams for privacy, but if you're a streamer too, maybe you and him will do a stream or video that shows you are dating.

The chat always suspected that you were together since an erroneous publication that showed that both were in the same place.

he lends you his hats<3

He is embarrassed that you kiss him when he is live

Nicknames in Spanish and if they have an argument over food or something like that, he speaks in Spanish

He teaches you Spanish

He lets you comb and stroke his hair, as long as it's off-stream

If you go to the same university, you two always walk to it together or go by car.

sunshine and sunshine protector¡¡

He introduces you to his English and Spanish friends.

Playing minecraft or roblox with him

He invites you to play with him in his streams

Having to play horror games by his side because he is terrified of them

Bringing him food because the time passes when he is streaming

He invites you to his minecraft server (qsmp) as a staff (like cucurucho) or as a player.

so, now what lmao

how is your day? :)

stay hydrated 🇵🇱 anon¡¡<3

#quackity fluff #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

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awfulwriter123 · 7 months

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Happy Birthday! (Rhea Ripley x Reader One-shot)

Okay, my birthday was recently so I wanted to write something fluffy and cute and this came to mind. Happy reading!! ❤️❤️❤️

Warning's: 0, just fluff

"Hey Y/n! Good to see you!!" Raquel said as she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You smacked her arm as best you could to tell her 'Too much' and she quickly put you down so you can breath, but not for long as Liv pulled you into a hug as well.

"Ready to go shopping birthday girl!?" Liv said as she shook you by your shoulders roughly, getting a laugh out of you. "Yeah yeah you lunatic." You said before quickly looking over your shoulder seeing your girlfriend, Rhea leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.

"You sure your gonna be alright if I go?" She quickly waved her hand at you. "Yeah of course, go have fun with your friend's babe! I'll be here when you get back." You smiled before quickly running to her and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you." You said as you hugged her tightly before practically bolting out the door, Liv following not to far behind.

"How long did you say you need her out for?" Raquel asked as she looked at Rhea. " A hour and a half, two tops think you can keep her distracted long enough?" "Oh yeah, don't worry we got her." Raquel said whilst smiling at Rhea.

"HEY! RAQUEL!! GET YOUR ASS IN THE CAR LET'S GO SHOPPING!!!" Liv screamed out the passenger window as Raquel and Rhea noticed you had your arms crossed with a pout on your lips in the back seat, assuming that Liv beat you to shot gun.

They shook their head's while chuckling. "See you in a bit Rhea." "See ya." They said to each other as Raquel walked out the door to the car. You waved to Rhea as you guys pulled out the drive way, to which she waved back before closing the front door.

"So where to first birthday girl?" Raquel asked looking at you in the rear view mirror. "Let's go walk around the mall for a bit." You said as you leaned up against the window as a big truck drove past, you swore it looked familiar, you just couldn't put your finger on it. You shrugged to yourself before paying attention to Liv as she asked you a question.

~Meanwhile~

Rhea paced the living room for a minute waiting on Damian and the rest of the boys to get here. As she was about to pull out her phone to message him she heard knocking on the door.

She walked up to it as Barry and Luna were standing by it ready it case she needed them. She opened the door to find Damian, Dom, and Finn all standing there, they each have some kind of party supplies in there hands. "Ready?" Dom asked while holding a box of what looked like streamers.

Rhea smiled at them before opening the door more for them to come in. "Let's get to work." She said as she walked out to Damian's truck to get the last box of supplies.

~Time Skip~

"You have fun birthday girl?" Liv said while turning in her seat to look at you, as you sipped on the slushie that you guys got while walking through the mall.

"Oh yeah, that was great guys! I needed to get out the house for a bit. Thank you." You told them with a smile on your face. "Of course." Raquel told you as she shot you a quick look through the rear view mirror before turning her eyes back to the road.

You guys pulled into your driveway, one thing you noticed right away was the garage door was closed, you swore it was opened before you left. You quickly shrugged it off as you got out of Raquel's car.

You guys walked up to the door, as you pulled out your keys in case the door was locked, which it was. You three walked in and turned on the lights, before jumping as you heard a mixture of voices yell. "SUPRISE!!!!

You turned to see Rhea, Damian, Dom, and Finn all standing there with smiles on their faces, streamers all set up, a big 'Happy Birthday!' banner, and some balloons and present's sitting around.

"Oh my god!" You said as you quickly rushed to Rhea and give her a bone crushing hug. "That's why you wanted me out of the house so much huh?" You said as you pulled back from the hug to give her a teasing smile.

She looked at you b before shrugging her shoulders. "Wanted it to be a surprise." She said giving you a smile, one which you returned. "Hey! Where is our hug's?" You turned your head to look at Dom (who was looking like a dejected puppy), Finn, and Damian before giggling and rushing over to hug as thanks for setting this up.

After giving each of them hug's, you saw Liv and Raquel bring out a cake from the kitchen and set it on the coffee table before they all started singing happy birthday. To say you were happy to celebrate your birthday with your friends and your lovely girlfriend, would be a understatement, you were ecstatic.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea x reader #rhea ripley #the judgement day #damian priest #dominik mysterio #finn balor #raquel rodriguez #liv morgan

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aihaitahm · 11 months

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having a crush on streamer ! roommate ! blade

cw: suggestive, not proof read sorry.

probably streams something like valorant or league (sorry.) or he streams himself drawing ! he enjoys streaming but he also just does it for extra money… he knows he’s attractive. doesn’t talk/commentate that much but he has some dry humor that makes people intrigue especially for how he is. when he gets annoyed at whatever he’s playing, he would cuss a lot but not like… throwing his keyboard across the room.

would stream with silverwolf and gets a bit annoyed whenever she beats his ass whenever they play together. sometimes they meet up and also play horror games together. blade has a straight face but is actually terrified that he screams “fuck!?!!?” while silverwolf stares at him with a straightface like it wasnt even that scary -_-

anyways, moving in and discovering he was your roommate was interesting. he wasnt really shy… just awkward, and may come off a bit condescending and mean but if only you could see his red ears whenever he interacts with you. at first you were wary of him whether or not he would do his own share of chores so you nag at him multiple times. spoiler alert: he does do his part<3 this is where you both start interacting more by playfully being sarcastic at each other.

“tsk you know i do chores when youre not around… you gotta trust me more will ya?”

“okay sorry…”

it was a rough start getting to know him as a roommate since he is always in his room when youre around or when he goes out a lot whether to the gym (which you find yourself staring at his figure or analyzing it behind his baggy shirt) or to hang out with his friends, he comes home late. but a sweet gesture he does is when you wake up in the morning, you see a bunch of food or take out on the counter as a thank you for cooking and leaving some for him.

he finallt brought his friends around (silverwolf and kafka!) and they introduce themselves to you while they nudge blade teasingly. like how could he hide his precious roommate from them. thats when they started asking you questions while blade’s ears are perked.

“so dear are you single? what do you like and dislike? to think bladie wouldnt even talk to his dear roommate… dont make them feel lonely blade ‘kay?”

“yea… i am whyd you ask? and i like ___ and dislike ___. and oh im fine!”

“whats your type! do you like games? can we play ? we can play with blade too if you want!”

“stop with the questions you two. and excuse me i talk to them… kinda.”

“sure you do.”

after that interaction, blade is a bit more talkative to you now but still a bit closed off. thats when you questioned him about the noise he makes and asks if he streams. he embarrassingly said yes while he continues to answer your questions begrudgingly.

you tend to text to your friends about him and march 7th starts teasing you to no end. dan heng kinda warns you about him but would support you to no end… just dont get in blade’s bad side. stelle or caelus would purposely create scenarios where you have to talk to blade since they have a lot of classes with him.

one time you were going home after seeing your friends until you came home to see he was making a meal for himself, shirtless. in which he blushes deep red but shrugs it off as he smirks. you were surprised and actually squeaked, telling him to put a shirt on.

“put some clothes on damn it.”

“well stop looking its really that simple.”

since your friends, you, blade and his friends came to the conclusion you both like each other, do you actually confess? no but obviously you both are stubborn and would rather deal with the sexual loving tension. roommates who decided to do grocery shopping together one day. to go out and maybe look for a pet. roommates who sometimes rant to each other about deep personal stuff. working out together. following each other on social medias. wt this point march 7th and kafka is practically screaming at u and blade’s face to confess.

that was until you were knocking at his door and he wasnt there since you already brought him his food. you came in his room for the first time to see his stream was on and people were wondering who are you. looking around his space, you found some of the little gifts you gave him and saw his phone glow up to a silly cute picture of you that you sent. making you feel flustered bc goddamn it you just needed to hand him his food.

‘alhaithamscatboy: ohmygod are u blade’s partner?!?!!? the one silverwolf was teasing blade about!

eimikofanpage69: theyre so fine!!!! oh my god !!!! wdym yall are just roommates?

KAZUSCARAFAN: UR LYING WHEN U SAY UR JUST ROOMMATES. ‘

“(name) whyre you here? oh you brought me food. thank you. uh sorry about my chat.”

“ah yes actually theyre my lovely partner.“ blade said as he pecks you on the cheek and the chat goes crazy. literally making it viral.

after the stream, you confronted him and freaked out. asking him if he just did it for the views or if he actually liked you that way. which makes him infuriated because how could he ever do that to someone he loves and respects.

“i like you okay? i… love you a lot more than i can ever express and i would never do shit like that for views. i had my eyes on you ever since you moved in. i just didnt know if you do. im sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“you didnt. and i-i love you too… now you should like, kiss me better bladie.”

“call me yingxing or ren instead.” he whispered as he kissed you on the lips passionately.

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr #honkai star rail fluff #honkai x reader

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 6~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names (pretty, baby, pretty girl), ML calls self “daddy”( lemme know if y’all are into it or not XD), Descriptions of Sadistic violence, implications of past SA, gore, blood, torture live stream, Oral on m, live stream exhibitionism, long part, smutt sat the end!

AN: Sorry this one took longer than usual, i wrote like 11 different drafts and didn’t like any of them XD finally got to lucky number 12 and bam, let’s goooaaaarrrrr 🐶✨

“Isn’t it way too soon though…?” You ask in a slightly joking voice, not wanting to sound stressed.

It definitely stressed you out though.

You’re finally thinking somewhat rationally now. Asking yourself all those questions you should have asked that that first day he arrived for example…

How did he find you?

How did he get here?

What on earth did he do with Jared’s body?

Is he going to get away with that? How?

And How can he be so… Fine, after Murdering someone.

And those are just the ones you can think of off the top of your head before he responds.

“What?” He runs a hand through his bangs, “You sayin’ you’d rather stay in this danger infested shithole than come back w’ me?”

You try and pipe up, “N-no… That’s not what i’m saying at all, Jasper…” but you lose your voice at least halfway through.

A fear you’ve never even fathomed creeps it’s way into your soul.

“ ‘S what it sounds like, pretty.” Jasper’s voice is frigid.

This stings you more than anything ever has… You completely let your guard down to him. You actually trust him.

“Jasper, I am NOT saying that. I just think it’s way too soon for me to move in with you. I still have to pay off next month, not to mention breakin’ my lease, an I d-don’t know—”

His whole demeanor reverts in a terrifying instant. His eyes filling back up with adoration, “m’sorry, pretty girl. I’ll take care of everything and make up f’r twistin’ your words like that.” He sighs relieved, “I should’ve known that was the reason.”

It’s not the whole reason…

But you think better of adding anymore fuel to those embers, and possibly burning down the whole forest around you.

He fishes out an old looking phone, “Dev, get the delivery van ready. Sendin’ ya some coords.” While he’s closing the door and locking it behind him.

You stand there dumbfounded.

“W-wait! Jasper?!” You put on the first pair of shoes you see and run after him. He’s only on the first set of stairs going down when he hears you, and turns to wait while you re-lock the door.

“Ahh, y’wanna come watch daddy work, hm? Is that it, pretty baby?” He smirks.

You can’t tell if he’s serious, but you become bashful nonetheless. “Uh… Sh-sure! W-wait. What— what are you…? Where are you…?” your brain short circuits as you try and figure out where to even start.

He slings the bag over a shoulder, then reaches up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “’m kiddin’, pretty, let me take care ‘f it. I’ll bring ya a souvenir.” He winks, his pupils almost completely eclipse the beautiful icy blue of his irises. He looks so different right now. You can’t honestly tell what emotion he’s full of, but it sends a chill down your spine regardless.

You nod, nuzzling your face deeper into his palm and kissing his skin.

“Kay, please just… stay safe… I love you, Jasper,”

“I love you, pretty girl” he purrs, then bumps his forehead to yours. “Stay inside till I get back. I need ya t’ skip work if ‘m not back yet. ‘kay pretty? I know you wanna do all this on your own, and I need ya t’ trust me, lemme take care of you right now”

With slightly stinging eyes, you nod.

“‘At’s m’ good girl,” He presses forward, his lips barely touch yours in such a sweet gesture it makes your heart flutter.

How this guy can make you feel every emotion, and every feeling in all the books is beyond you.

“Whaddo ya think, Issac… This one thinks he’s some sortta little cartel king.” Jasper coos teasingly. The edge of his blade tilting up the bound and gagged man’s chin, with the tip dangerously close to puncturing that delicate little artery. “Thinkin extorting helpless lil ladies makes him s’m kinda badass,” His smile drips with malice.

“Oooh! Oh! I like the snitch treatment!” Issac excitedly hops over to Jasper’s side. His own blade glinting in the dim van lights as he waves it around.

“Be careful with that, would ya?” Dev.In snaps lovingly, as they lean against the opposite wall with their arms crossed.

“What do you think little king? Want your tongue cut out, n’ getting throat fuck by my knives?” He pauses as if to think, “or would you prefer ‘f I carved ya a pussy of your own? I could bring ya t’ that little place you like to send all those nice young ladies… Whats it called again?” He grins.

“OH OH OH! I KNOW THAT ONE! Me! Pick me!!” Issac raises his hand like an excited kid in school, “The pit!!!”

“mmhm! that’s it, I’m sure those clients of yours would have so much fun with a big boss like you all chained up… They’d prolly pay big bucks too,” The knife *shings* as he pulls it out from under the struggling man’s chin.

“Ooo! Jasper yur a genius! Can I change my vote!?!?” He raises his hand and waves it around as if he’s a kid voting on the family car trip to stop for candy.

“What do you think Dev?” Jasper looks over his shoulder to the body double with glowing eyes.

“I polled the viewers already. Overwhelming majority favor him getting his own cunt,”

“Well would ya look at that… I guess it’s time for a song change then.” Jasper turns off the music completely, looking directly at the man.

You fell asleep who knows how long ago on top of your blankets, and awake to the feeling of the bed shifting with a new body’s weight.

You feel scared at first, before it quickly morphs into joy.

It’s dark in the room now, but you reach up and hug them. “J-Jasper?” You whisper sleepily.

“‘Yes, pretty. I got cha some presents, though, I need ya ta just look, ‘nd not touch the first one.” He gets back up to turn on the colored room lights, “The second one’s all yours.”

They’re both in cute boxes covered in a cat print with little bows in your favorite color.

“Which ones which??” You ask.

“Here, pretty… remember, only look…”

You pull the ribbon, and your face drops when you take off the top.

You gag.

It’s… It’s a man’s…

Images of Jared’s concaved and bloody face, with a furious Jasper above him, flash behind your eyelids.

“W-Who? J-Jas—” Your body shakes as you swallow trying to hold in the rising bile.

“I know, pretty…” He pets you softly, “It’s a little hard to look at. but I wanted to give ya the proof that you’re free now.” He smiles calmly, his pupils are a normal size, you notice, even in the lower light.

“J-Jasper…” Your eyes are wide, but when he tells you that you’re free…

You can’t help feeling relieved.

“I d-don’t want to know what you d-did. Please don’t ever tell me…” You ask with a quiet voice before handing the closed box back. “Th-thank you Jasper.”

“‘f course, pretty girl,” he puts his hand back onto your head, his fingers trailing through your hair.

“mmmm,” Your eyes close for a second… “Wait!”

He pulls away with a smile on his face.

“D-do you wanna stream t’night?”

He licks his lips, “Why, pretty? Ya got plans f’me?”

“O—okay… C-close your eyes fora sec… And h-hit live, b-but wait t’start ”

“Oooo~ I like this already” His big grin shows off his long canines.

You put on a collar that Jared got you… You only kept it cause it’s cute.

You hope Jasper likes the idea though, and then he can get you a new one, and you can finally burn this one.

Trying to be stealthy and failing, you climb under your desk with a burning hot face.

Since he’s slouched pretty comfortably, his legs are already a little spread. You thank him for that in your head.

Your palms travel slowly up his thighs, stoping in his lap over his pants zipper and button.

This is a skill you hated having before, but you’re kind of excited to use it on him.

Your hands tremble slightly.

You look up to see a stupid smirk on his face, telling you he definitely knows what you’re about to do.

Maybe you’ll still surprise him.

You free his dick, your mouth falls agape never have actually looked at it this closely.

“When can I start, prettyy~” He almost sings.

You get comfortable between his legs, and rest your arms up on his thighs. “N-Now.”

Steeling your nerves you take a big breath, then you start by licking long strokes up his shaft. You feel his bulging veins against your sensitive muscle.

His leg twitches, making you a little more confident.

He doesn’t taste like the others. It’s not disgustingly salty at all, kinda just tastes like the rest of his skin. You sigh happily at that.

Flattening your tongue now to cover more area underneath his girth. While licking more eagerly, you’re getting more and more excited to please him with your mouth.

“Aw, Thanks,” He starts talking to the viewers. You look up and meet his eyes, “W-welcome back everyone, sorry it’s been a minute, my girl and I have been very busy the past couple days.”

You grab his cock in both hands, still having enough room for it, you wrap your lips around the tip too. Your lips have the perfect grasp on him, right under his glands. You suck hard, using your tongue to lick his tip while he’s inside your mouth to, and then expertly tug yourself off slowly with a loud *pop*.

Accidentally you tug on his piercing too, and he pushes his hips up.

“H-hey yurmomstinks, welcome back. S-sup, toxickitten.” His small stutters have you giddy, you really are doing it!

You made sure before hand he’s in the “just chatting” category, so you can reach up and grab one of his hands. You put his fingers under your collar to pull it.

“mmmhmmm,” he groans and looks back up at the chat, “U-uh, I-I’m good! How’re you, upset-b-beaver”

No other time that you’ve done this has ever turned you on… But you’re noticing yourself getting soaking wet.

More spurred on by your own body responding lewdly, you flatten your tongue under the tip, and open your mouth wide.

You look up to make sure he’s making eye contact, and breathe a big puff of hot air over it. Precum leaks out over his piercing and you savor it, it’s so much better than any other. You actually like the taste of his.

God, why is this making you so wet…

You close your eyes for a second, smiling and moaning.

His whole body shudders in response, you see his breathing becoming deeper, and his eyes are wide.

You aren’t aware, but he’s never enjoyed getting head this much either.

While he’s still staring into your eyes, you kiss his glands and give small little kitten licks there lovingly.

“A-ah um— Y-yeah, good for you m-man!” he clears his throat. “N-no! hah, um, yeah, I d-don’t know what we’re doing later, might get…” he takes a long breath “Chinese or… sss’mthin” The last part comes out slurring as if he’s drunk.

You are surprising him!! He wasn’t expecting this and you feel more and more in control and empowered as you go.

This is so exciting!

His face is getting so much redder everytime he looks down at you, and he really doesn’t want to pry his eyes away from you. It’s making you feel so warm and content.

“mmm y’taste so good Jasper…” You moan quietly, only for him to hear, as you take it into your mouth and relax your throat to go as deep as you can.

You almost touch base before pulling your head back.

You let your tongue become a bed for the underside of his length, then you go down further, touching your nose to his groin.

He sucks in suddenly.

“Uh-y-yeah, that, hah, movie n-nights are still thurs—days”

He remembers he’s holding your collar suddenly, having forgot all about anything other than your pretty, puffy lips taking care of his dick.

He pulls you by it gently at first, watching as your eyes close, enjoying him playing with you.

You pull back and breathe while you can, he pulls you back against his body and your airways get blocked.

“mm!” You moan, and gag not being able to breathe is usually so scary…

Usually.

But you trust Jasper, and this feels so hot…

He runs his fingers through your hair with his other hand, and continues talking to the viewers while you work him.

“Y-yeah, just like that,” He slips, a low moan leaving him, as he bites his lower lip, “Y-yeah, I mean,” He clears his throat again, “Y/Username is riiiight here. mmhmm. I’ll tell her y’all say hi,” His smug composure is quick to return, but it doesn’t discourage you.

You go down all the way, your nose pressing against his body, as his dick fills your throat.

You gag around his size, and tears stream down your face.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him with everything you’ve got.

He groans and his hips start jerking, chasing you as he gets higher and higher.

“Huh? O-oh, s-sure…”

Hearing his stuttering increase in frequency and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth you increase your speed, saliva runs down your chin.

“Mm!” He convulses not even worried about the chat anymore, and you suck as hard as you can.

“Ah! Y—Y/N!”

You take it as deep as you possibly can, and feel his burning hot cum shoot in thick streams down your throat you swallow around it making sure to hold his eyes with your own tear filled ones.

When you finally stop enjoying his powerless state of involuntary bouncing, while you keep sucking and overstimulating him, you remove yourself and open wide with your tongue out.

It shows him you swallowed every single drop.

He stares, mouth agape, as his mind stays utterly blown for a bit, until he reaches up and turns the stream off without saying a single word.

You beam full of pride, as he wipes at your tears.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #oc jasper #yandere oc #male yandere #reader x yandere #yandere smut

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themissinghand · 3 days

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Welcome back!.How is your life?.Hope it treats you well. Can I make a request for Kim Dokja x readers? For example, readers know everything about Kim Dokja before the tragic incident so readers always protect him and take care of him secretly. Readers give birthday gifts to Kim Dokja secretly.I want Han Soyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk.

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Lingering

Summary: In which you died from the infamous and cliche truck-kun, and now finds yourself lingering as a ghost.

Or, you decide to become the babysitter of your favourite reader and suicidal squid, Kim Dokja, but from the shadows.

Pairing: Platonic! Kim Dokja x Neutral! Reader

Note: Heyyy Anon, just living the dream! Thanks for your patience! Hope that this fluffy little short can make your life a little better today.

Warning: Kim Dokja’s past angst, but we try to mainly focus on the positives.

★・・・・・・★

Kim Dokja couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Strange occurrences—objects moving on their own, and random whispers (of love and reassurance?) in the stillness of the night, left him on edge.

It all began when he jumped off the roof.

It freaked him out when it first began, was it because he hit his head too hard?

Sometimes, he would find instant ramen ready at his table when he came home late. His room that was messy before, slowly became clean overnight.

Convenience store food would appear the next day, with a note that says to eat all of his meals like a mother would nag their son.

It’s strange, but oddly, heartwarming. He slowly began to accept these little things.

Maybe it was his guardian angel that his classmates sometimes would say, or maybe a ghost decided to take pity on him. Whatever it was, it felt like he wasn’t alone in this world.

“Kim Dokja! You murderer son of a-” Before Kim Dokja’s bully could even finish his sentence, a book suddenly whacked him in the face.

“What the- Who’s throwing books-”

Then a shoe.

“Hey! Get whoever is doing that-”

Then, a teacher’s briefcase.

While his classmates fussed around in fear, he felt the wind and a gentle tug on his shirt. Spooked, he looked around too, but he found nothing.

Another tug, but this time, Kim Dokja followed, because he too wanted to leave without his classmates hanging on him again.

“Hey! What are you kids doing?!” As if by coincidence, the moment he walked away from the alleyway, he overheard a teacher scolding the students for stealing his briefcase.

For a moment, he heard a very faint laughter in the air, and for the first time in a long time, Kim Dokja too had a little smirk on his lips.

Startled, he quickly covered it, before dashing back to class.

Whoever this ghost was, thank you.

“Happy birthday, Dokja-ya.”

Kim Dokja never expected to see a slice of birthday cake in his room in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a single candle lit, and he let out an involuntary gasp.

For a moment, he thought it was beautiful yet so simple.

One slice of cake, streamers decorated his walls, and even gifts on the ground.

For the first time since his mother went to jail, he had a cake for his birthday.

“Thank you.”

He made a wish, before blowing out the candle.

He wish that he could see his ghost friend one day.

Just like that, years passed by, and while Kim Dokja’s life went by mediocrely, he felt like he was not alone.

Kim Dokja tried to communicate with the ghost, but nothing seemed to work. While he can hear this ghost friend, it seems like they couldn’t hear him.

Even writing a response to them was useless, because they never wrote a response back.

It was as if she could only interact with him, but not the other way around.

It made Kim Dokja feel shameless, only taking more from this sweet ghost, and he couldn’t reciprocate at all.

Perhaps one day.

“Ahjussi, why do you have a ghost that follows you around?”

Kim Dokja immediately turned around to see the confused Lee Jihye, who should there with the same confused expression.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn't see this before, but you have a ghost following you and us everywhere. Look, it’s right behind you!” Dokja looked around, but no matter where he turned, he didn’t see a ghost.

“What? We have a ghost haunting us?” Han Sooyoung commented with arms crossed.

“Is that why we always somehow have food, and how this idiot keeps getting lucky?”

“The ghost is nodding! They’re flying away and-hey! Don’t get too close to me!” Lee Jihye suddenly started running away.

Was it because Lee Jihye’s powers, the Ghost Fleet, involves ghosts? Which gave her affinity with ghosts?

For a moment, Kim Dokja felt bitter, because he tried very hard to communicate with his ghost friend for so many years, but nothing had worked.

“What, you knew that you had a ghost following you and you let it? I knew you were crazy.” Han Sooyoung nudged him, and he returned an eye roll.

“The ghost has been helping me for a long time-”

“What the heck? And like, they helped you through your past trauma and everything?” With a nod, Han Sooyoung’s expression turned even more in disbelief.

“You’re a crazy bastard.”

“Yoo Joonghyuk is the sunfish bastard actually.” When everyone turned to face the protagonist, he felt a chill down his spine when the said sunfish man glared at him.

“...valid, you’re the idiot then and he’s the sunfish bastard, a perfect match clearly.” Kim Dokja had nothing to say to that.

“What did you say-” A ruffle of Yoo Joonghyuk's hair made everyone shut up.

“Oh my god.” Yoo Joonghyuk whipped around with his sword in hand, but to everyone including Dokja and excluding Lee Jihye, there was nothing.

“He looks so fucking stupid, he’s fighting the air-” Han Sooyoung couldn’t even finish, because she was already sprinting.

Like everyone else, Dokja did his best to hide his laugh.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK- WHOEVER YOU ARE, HELP ME GHOSTIE!”

As if on cue, the sunfish was jolted back, as if he was pulled back by the neck. Even the protagonist let out grunt in shock.

“Master!”

“GET HIM!” Han Sooyoung cheered and added more fuel to the flame, and the best part is, somehow, Yoo Jonghyuk was struggling.

“I. Will. Kill. You. Han. Sooyoung!”

“I take it back, your ghost friend is the best.”

“Damn right I am!”

While laughing, for a moment, Dokja froze when he saw a light blue silhouette of a laughing person, holding the back of the protagonist’s coat.

They looked like a teenager who never grew up. Unkempt hair flew everywhere as they laughed and teased Yoo Joonghyuk who managed to break out of their grasp.

“Lee Jihye, can you use your skill?” Kim Dokja felt motivated even more when that silhouette faded. She blinked for a moment, before she nodded as if she understood.

Maybe, this might work.

“I need to be near water.” With haste, the two of them found a lake and with some deep breathes, she activated her stigma, Ghost Fleet.

Even if it’s only a small possibility.

It was a small activation, but it was all Dokja needed.

Bookmark.

Luckily, his bookmark was successful, and was able to copy her skill even if it’s at the partial level.

He just hoped it was enough.

He closed his eyes and imagined that same silhouette again.

Ghost Fleet.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a beautiful person floating before him with a hopeful smile.

“Can you see me?”

Kim Dokja didn’t hesitate to try and hug the ghost, except he couldn’t touch them.

[Fourth Wall is shaking]

“You can see me? You can hear me?” Dokja nodded. He looked up again to see a young teen staring back at him bewildered.

To think that such a child was looking over him all these years in silence, all by themself…Dokja did not know what to say.

He now had so many questions to ask you.

How did you die? Why did you decide to help him? Why didn’t you leave? Why did you protect him?

But none of them came out as he felt gentle touches on his hair and his back.

It has been more than 10 years since he had known his ghost friend, and this was the first he had seen you in person.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is…” You paused, as if to remember, “(Y/N). It’s been a while since I said my name.”

“(Y/N)...” Dokja whispered, before taking a step back.

“My name is Kim Dokja.”

Then he bowed deeply.

“Thank you for taking care of me for so long.”

“You deserve everything, Dokja.” Your words startled him, never in his wildest dreams would he hear something like that.

“So there’s no need to thank me. I’m doing this because I love you.” He looked up, and you gave him a hug.

“I want to help you reach the end of this story.”

His breath was caught in his throat, he was overwhelmed by emotion.

How could he have such a kind and generous person by his side? How could he be so lucky to have someone like you?

“I will help you too.”

Dokja wanted to return the favour, whether it would help you pass on, or even bring you to life. Whatever it is, he wanted to help you and reciprocate your kindness for all of these years.

“I’m already happy, I finally can talk to you.”

Before he could respond, he heard a cough from Han Sooyoung.

“So, are you gonna introduce us to your ghost friend or are we just gonna have to see you hug the air with no context?”

Kim Dokja also heard the shing of a sword, and turned to see Yoo Joonghyuk glaring at him while cleaning his sword.

“You should tell them.” You grin, and then thank Lee Jihye who in turn turned smug for being the best of the children.

Kim Dokja let out a sigh, it’s going to be another long story, but it’s worth it.

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this is me trying | wilbur soot

"so i got wasted like all my potential"

Wilbur knew how you felt, he had been cheated on before. He knew how absolutely shitty it was, how it felt to be betrayed by the one you love. He had sympathy for you, truly, he just wanted to help you feel better. So he walked with you down the block in silence. He would talk when you were ready to. You were stuck in your own head, so confused and hurt. So embarrassed, humiliated in front of people you didn't know. Sure, you didn't know Wilbur, but being with him was so much better then staying at your house. You had so many questions, so many spiraling thoughts.

As the two of you reached the bar, Wilbur opened the door for you, letting you walk in first. You made your way to the bar, sitting at a stool. Wilbur sat next to you, "So... howre you feeling?" Wilbur asked as the two of you waited for the bartender. "I don't- I got cheated on," you said, still slightly in disbelief. How could Karl do this? Karl wasn't like this? He was loyal, sweet, caring. He wasn't a cheater, or at least he didn't used to be. "Yeah, still hasn't set in, huh?" Wilbur said, waving the bartender over. He ordered for the two of you as you placed your head in your hands. "He was asking me to marry him... then i find out he slept with his best friend. Like- like that doesn't feel real. Is it even real?" You asked, looking over at Wilbur. "Yeah... it's very real. It won't feel real for a while, or at least for me it didn't. I didn't believe it, I didn't want to. I didn't want to think about how someone who swore they loved me, could so easily throw that all away for some guy they just met at a bar," Wilbur explained. You understood now why he was being so nice, he had been through this before himself. He had been hurt and betrayed. "I'm sorry Will," You said, sighing and taking a drink of the alcohol that had been sat in front of you. "That was a year or two ago.. hell, I can't even remember now." Wilbur shrugged. He grabbed his drink, holding it towards you, "To being cheated on?" He chuckled. "Oh, fuck off," you giggled but clinked your glasses together anyway.

You drank with Wilbur, talking about random things. He was a perfect distraction to the things that had happened. You learned a lot about him in that short time together, learning that he was in a band, he was a fellow twitch streamer and so on. But as the night continued on, you were filled with dread, you'd have to go home at some point and be faced with Karl. "It's getting late, ya know?" Wilbur said and you nodded. "I don't want to go home." You slurred. "I uh- you can stay at the hotel I'm in? I just don't think Karl would be happy with that," Wilbur made a face of disgust at the mention of Karls name. "Why does it matter what Karl wants? He's the one who cheated. He can stay with Sapnap for all I care," You slurred once more, anger building up in you. "Okay.. how about we just get back to the hotel? Okay?" Wilbur said and you nodded. He used his phone to call an Uber. Once the Uber arrived, wilbur helped you to the car. He was gentle with you, careful not to let you fall since you were way drunker than he was. The two of you got into the car and made your way to the hotel.

Once at the hotel, Wilbur once again helped you from the car and up to his room. As the door to his room opened, you made a b-line to the mini bar. "Wait! No, no, no. No more for you," Wilbur said, grabbing the mini bottle of tequila from your hands. "Fine, whatever," you said sadly. You walked over to the couch, laying down. "What're you doing?" Wilbur asked. "Going to sleep," you said, looking up at him. "Take the bed, i Can sleep on the couch," Wilbur said. "I'm not sure you can fit on the couch," You giggled and Wilbur nodded, "that's fair.. I Can sleep in the chair. Just please take the bed, you deserve it after the night you had," Wilbur explained. "Mm, fair enough," You once again giggled before standing up and stumbling over to the bed. You kicked off your shoes and got under the covers. Wilbur grabbed himself a blanket before getting settled in the chair. "Thank you Will," You said, looking over at him. "No problem, just don't throw up in my bed." Wilbur said. You giggled and nodded before closing your eyes. Wilbur smiled, happy he had found ways to make you giggle in such a rough time.

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Mousetrap

Author’s Note: So, if you’re a thirsty hoe like me, you follow @poppy-metal and if you follow them then you may have seen this ask Poppy-Metal Anonymous Ask ... that anon post gave me all the inspiration for this story. I hope I did the ask justice!

I could not stop and when I tell you that it flew from my fingertips! So, please enjoy this smutty Halloween centered one shot!

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Pairing: Plus Size Reader x Eddie & Steve

Summary: At Steve’s Halloween Party you find yourself in a sticky situation. Eddie & Steve help themselves.

Warnings: This is DUB-CON, multiple partners, SMUT - Consider yourself warned!!

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Mousetrap - A Hawkins Halloween Sexy Story

"Hey! Don't leave that there! People will be here soon and I want the place to look presentable."

Sighing grumpily you huffed at your overbearing friend, "Stevie, it's behind the couch. Do I really need to worry about it? It's a bottle cap, not a pile of garbage!"

Setting out a bowl of pretzels with a thump, Steve looked at you with frustration in his eyes, "Come on. It's the- the principle of the thing. It's about respect, ya know?"

"Yea, Bunny, show Stevie some respect!" Eddie came sauntering into the room, Hawkins police officer costume recreated perfectly, at exactly the wrong moment.

Your hand found your hip as your eyes narrowed his way, "I'm a mouse, actually. See-" pointing to the headband you wore, "-round, cute ears and adorable whiskers. And I do respect our host, Officer Munson. I just-"

"Don't wanna pick up after yourself?" Countering your comment, Steve finished your sentence before plopping his cowboy hat on his head. His Halloween look was completed with a leather vest, holster holding a bright orange squirt gun, and a pair of pointy toed boots that clopped with every step he took.

Knowing you were beaten by the dynamic duo of Cop and Cowboy, you shrugged, resigning yourself to do their bidding, "Fine. Fine! Let me find the damn thing so you'll both stop busting my balls."

"Gotta have 'em first, sweets." Eddie teased, tossing a pilfered pretzel into the air and catching it in his open mouth.

"Ha. Ha. Don't you have something else to do? Help Sheriff Steve with streamers or, or tap a keg?"

Eddie crossed the carpet in a few long strides, looking every inch a domineering man of the law, his silver cuffs clinking. When he was at your side he peered over the arm of the couch, "Later. First, I wanna see you clean up your mess, since I’m the law in these here parts!"

"Yes! Make sure she does, Eddie!" Steve practically hollered down the hallway, a stack of records balanced precariously in his hands, party preparations almost complete.

Shaking your head, you snark in Eddie’s direction, "I don't need a babysitter, ya know."

"Coulda fooled me." Was the only answer you received from the law man.

Rolling your eyes, you size up the Davenport, planning a course of action. It’s close to the corner, but you are confident that you can reach the small lid without having to move anything. Inhaling, you divert your attention to the task at hand and climb onto the sofa, balancing on your knees. Leaning over the back of the couch you scan the overly patterned rug for the elusive bottle cap which started this whole debacle, "Damn!"

"What's the matter, Miss Mouse?"

Eddie’s tone is light, playful, but it manages to frustrate you further. Gruffly, you grumble, "I can't find it!"

"Maybe you just gotta look harder?" Was this his idea of helping? Biting your tongue, you stretched your arm out, not quite touching the floor, wiggling into the frame of the couch in order to gain a few inches. It doesn’t work, but you’re getting closer, so you shift, laying your tummy over the back cushion, your ass sticking into the air. You know you're in trouble when a cool draft tickles the back of your thighs. For your mouse costume you'd worn a short polka dot skirt with a little belted tail and underneath it all a pair of lacy underpants, ya know, just in case someone saw them.

Now someone has. Eddie wasn't trying to peek, honest and truly. It's just that when you tilted your hips up your barely there skirt bunched around your waist and before he knew what was happening, Eddie was staring at the plump outline of your pussy lips through a filmy layer of white lace.

The connection in his brain short circuited but the one between his heart and his dick was working overtime. Instantly hard in the dark jeans he'd worn, Eddie was so distracted that he didn't hear you ask for help the first time.

"Eds? You still there? Can you help?"

Shaken out of his stupor, Eddie mumbled a quick apology, crowding as close to your bottom as he dared, "Yea, what do you need?"

"Longer arms! Can you hold me so I can reach a little farther?"

Did you know what you were asking? Eddie had his doubts, but if it gave him the chance to touch you, your soft skin, then, fuck it. He was all in.

"Ok, like this?" Circling your thick waist, Eddie pressed you down just a bit, in what he hoped was a stabilizing move. Below him you bucked, the curve of your ass bumping his pelvis, as you struggled for a few more inches.

Hair in your face, blood rushing to your head, you groaned, "Not enough. Maybe-" And you were cut off by the feeling of long, clever fingers on the velvet of your calves, lifting you slightly. It was enough and you frantically dragged your hands along the bottom of the couch in search of your trash which so offended Steve.

What you couldn’t see was the blown out look of lust in Eddie’s face. His pupils had taken over, turning his stare dark. Licking over his bottom lip, biting into it, Eddie struggled to combat the urge to do something drastic. Something unasked for but often hinted at, something so wrong and so right.

He ghosted his palms higher, higher, higher, until he could feel the damp heat of your center. Were his eyes playing tricks or was that a wet spot in the gusset of your panties? Adjusting his grip, rings biting into the ample flesh of your legs, Eddie let his thumbs pull your cheeks apart, the view of your panty clad quim making him hum.

You had felt all this touching with a detached air, after all, you were on a mission which required concentration. But the longer you stayed bent over Steve’s sofa, sweat beading on your forehead, feet kicking in the air, breathing limited by your awkward position, realization began to dawn. Gliding against the fabric back of the couch you struggled for purchase, hoping to push back to standing, but were stalled by Eddie’s warmth behind you, "I got ya, baby. No need to worry."

Swinging your head up, you were desperate to see Eddie, desperate to cover your flashing bottom, only you couldn’t get enough leverage in the tight space between the wall and the sofa, "Um, Eds, can- can you help me?"

"Huh?" It was like he was in a fog, unable to process what you asked, his mind filled only with the sight in front of him. You, open and vulnerable and dripping.

Eddie couldn’t say when he'd popped open the rivet of his jeans, he just knew that his cock was heavy and hot in his hand, precum pooling enough to ease his stroking. Was it his fault that your dainty drawers were so intoxicating? Idly flicking at the ruffles, Eddie's finger traced the elastic for a beat before slipping under the flimsy barrier protecting your sex.

Again you rocked your hips, the touch electric and also shocking. Eddie was your friend. Your hot, rock star, nerd friend. Not a friend with benefits, not a boyfriend. A friend.

And sure, you'd thought about him in a non-friendly way. How well he filled out his leather jacket, cigarette smoldering between his lips as his caramel eyes filled with laughter was the essence of sexy cool, in your opinion. Or, when he thought no one was looking and Eddie doted on you with kind words, little prizes, and tiny touches. It was difficult to separate your fiction from reality in those moments, but you managed somehow.

Now, entirely at his mercy, you wiggled in fear and anticipation. He wouldn't take advantage of you, not like this, right? Not with Steve in the house, surely?

The couch dipped. Eddie’s boot clad foot nudged yours further apart as he pushed your panties to the side. His fingers dipped into your core, a shallow intrusion, only to pull away glistening with your slick, talking to himself, "So wet. You're so wet, babe."

"Eddie!" It squeaks out of you, lacking the authority and autonomy that you need to break through his clouded judgment.

"Hmm, Imma help you, don't worry." His voice sounds mindless and you huff as you try once more to scramble into a safe position but only succeed in grinding into the unrelenting hardness of Eddie’s ready body.

It's useless, a thing you realize when Eddie circles your swollen clit with the tip of his fingers. Muscles in your stomach quake, the feeling too much and not enough in equal measure. When he presses those same digits straight into your narrow channel, the air leaves your lungs in a rush, fresh arousal slicking your walls.

"Oh, honey. You're so tight. I knew you would be. I knew it." His free hand squeezes the globe your ass, flesh bulging under his palm, as you bloom around his thrusting fingers. With a guilty clench you feel the start of an orgasm, hot and quick, flaring through you. Before you can let go, Eddie pulls free with a groan, and you regret the loss, fidgeting under his hand craving more.

The empty feeling doesn't last long because the round fullness of Eddie’s mushroom tip parts your lower lips earning him a high pitched squeal from your rounded mouth. The stretch is sinful. Part pain, part pleasure, and you're torn. Should you fight or submit?

There never really was a choice. Not for Eddie. Not for you.

In a breath he's buried deep inside of you, pelvis flush with yours. A hand along your spine steadies you against the plush sofa pillows as Eddie angles up with every forward roll of his hips. Without a place to push up on, a hand hold to grab, you can do little more than lie there and take it, jolting on Eddie’s intrusion in squeaks and starts.

Each rough forward press from Eddie drives you painfully into the Harrington’s couch, your hip bones bruising, the fancy textured fabric burning your skin. He doesn't care about that. He can't. Not when you're clinging to him, your internal muscles molding around him, the sound of slick skin filling the room as he moans your name repeatedly.

And that's what draws Steve into the living room. Noises that are familiar and distinct but shouldn't be heard. Not now when the party is about to start and certainly not in his family living room.

Rounding the corner, Steve’s eyes go wide at the sight of you, bent in half, your ass pressed tightly to Eddie’s hips, your legs pinned to his sides. Eddie’s ass is out too, his pants and boxes gathered above his knees, but that's not keeping him from fucking you thoroughly. He watches raptly as Eddie draws all the way out, cock dewy from your desire, angry and pink. Your cunt quivers, silently asking for more, and Steve grunts as he sees Eddie oblige you with a vicious hammering thrust that knocks the breath out of you.

Your fingernails claw at the couch back, Eddie’s newest assault rubbing your g-spot with each drag of his veiny length, and you can't fight the biological response of your body, "Oh, Eddie!! Oh, no!"

Fighting it, you try to stop the tension building in your muscles, willing yourself to think about anything but the powerful piston of Eddie’s cock. But then he’s nudging deeper, burrowing further than anyone has gone before, and your hips are moving without thinking. Meeting him in wet slaps where your bodies are merged. Forced against the brocade of the couch, you have just enough friction, just enough pressure, in just the right places that even though you didn’t want it to, a blinding white climax rips through you.

He feels the tightening of your canal, the rhythmic press and release of your velvet vice, and stuttering, shouts, "F- Fuck, yes!", as his spend splashes against your cervix.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, your mouse ears are on the floor, and still, you moan wantonly when Eddie slips from between your legs. There's shuffling behind you and with weakening energy you try again to regain your feet. That's when you hear Eddie’s chuckle, "Howdy partner!"

Steve’s voice cuts through the dawning quiet, soft but tense, "What the hell?"

"Don't be mad that I had her first!" Eddie’s almost begging for forgiveness, trying to catch his breath, as you’re immobilized, balanced precariously after being used, cheeks hot from exertion and embarrassment.

"But we talked about this Munson. There was a plan!"

Eddie sighs, regret in his voice, "I know, I know. But trust me, Stevie-" his ringed hand pats your butt sweetly, "-she's ready for you now."

You hear a neediness in Steve’s tone that you've never heard before as he answers, "Yea? Got her to open up for me, Munson?"

"Anything for you, big boy." Pride, that’s the undercurrent of Eddie’s answer to Steve. It makes goosebumps rise on your exposed flesh, from worry and wonder.

Now you have to speak, willing strength into your voice, "Steve? Can you help me? Eddie? Please?"

New hands tug your panties down until they're bunched as your knees. It's Steve, strong and stoic, who spreads your dripping pussy lips, "You gotta help me first, hon. You help me and I'll help you."

The way he says it makes perfect sense and you feel your head bob uselessly behind the couch as Steve guides his thick erection into your cleft. If Eddie was long, Stevie has girth, and you feel so full you are positive permanent damage is being done to your insides as he buries himself to the hilt.

Steve slides a hand under your body, tickling your throbbing clit as he snaps his hips into you over and over and over again. The backs of your thighs are red from the stinging smack of both boys and the repeated slap of their skin on yours. You are overwhelmed by the raw need you're feeling; how your body is accepting the base behavior of your most trusted guy friends, how another orgasm is drawing energy to your belly, how you want Steve to cum in you, because of you.

Your open palm connects with the seat back, a dull thump, as your toes curl and your eyes roll. It’s happening again, the pleasure overbalancing the situation, tipping you into pleasure as you cry, "Steve! Oh Jesus Christ! Steve!"

Shivering now, you collapse completely, Steve’s strength holding your hips high enough to keep rocking his cock into you. Eddie’s watching, his dick back in his hand, the show too sexy to ignore. He starts talking, running that mouth, "Fuck Stevie, you gonna cum? Fill her up? She's gonna be a fucking mess when you do!"

"Yea. Fuck yea. Gonna take my load? Huh? Answer me, honey." There’s a quick pop on your bottom and you squeak at the sting.

Meek, mousy, you sniffle, "Yes. Please Steve, Eddie, please! Cum inside me. I, I need it!"

"Shit!" He hisses as his release hits hard, mingling with Eddie's, the overflow spilling out of you, coating your upper thighs, as Steve finds freedom outside of your folds.

Quickly he yanks your panties back into place, patting your still fluttering hole through the lace, "Keep these on. I want you to feel us all night."

Before you can answer him, Steve grabs your shoulder and brings your head up. It’s too quick and for a long second your head spins now that you're upright again, blood draining from your face. Your once clever make-up is a mess, your tail is up under your boobs and the skirt you ironed before driving over is wrinkled around your waist. The desire to hide hits you but you’re pinned in place, in front of the two fellas who took shameless advantage of you, smirking knowingly your direction. Eddie speaks first, "Aw, poor Miss Mouse lost her ears."

"Bet they're behind the couch, huh, babe?" Steve nudges you with a wicked grin. They were fucked off of your head, falling after Eddie’s first push, and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it from happening. The memory nearly makes your knees buckle. Raising seemingly innocent eyes, you agree quietly, "Uh huh, but-"

"But?" Eddie’s eyebrows are raised, curious about your response, loving the wreck innocence on your face.

"I- I don't think I can reach them. Not without help." A hot wave rolls over you at the idea that you’d become trapped once more, open and available to Eddie and Steve. Just the thought of it happening again makes you squeeze your thighs together, the squelch from your panties unignorable and you see the satisfied look that passes between the pair. They heard it too.

Even though he sounds sympathetic, Steve’s eyes betray him. They still hold an unspoken need in their dark hued depths, one that makes you shake under his gaze, nervous and timid. When he’s standing directly in front of you, Steve pinches your chin, ensuring you can’t look away, “Aw, look at our little mouse. She’s a mess. Think she needs to fix her make-up so no one else finds out what a little slut she is for us. Right, Eds?” “Absolutely. Lemme grab those ears.” With no effort, Eddie leans over the creased cushions and extracts your head piece. He’s standing at your back, reaching over your shoulder to hand your hairband to Steve as if you weren’t sandwiched between both of their hot bodies. Steve edges closer and you take a tentative step back, right into the broad plain of Eddie’s chest. You’re half afraid that he’ll try to kiss you and terrified that he won’t. At your waist, Eddie’s hands have found their grip and he stills your movement, making sure that you’re snuggly fitted between him and the former King of Hawkins High. Meek, you mumble, “Can- can I have my… my uh- my ears?” And you gulp when Steve doesn’t respond with more than a slight head shake, “-Uh, please? Can I have them, please?” Making a show of it, Steve draws his wide palms along your sides, cupping your bruised breasts for a moment, before returning your headband to its rightful place, “See, all you had to do was ask, Miss Mouse.” Eddie’s chin digs into your shoulder, his breathy response an echo in your ear, “She’s a good girl, Stevie. So good to us.” “Yea, she really is. And she’s gonna keep her legs and her mouth shut, right?” He’s nodding and you feel yourself mirroring the bob of Steve’s head, agreeing wordlessly to whatever he’s asking. The doorbell rings, shrilly intruding on this shared moment between the three of you, but Steve isn’t in a rush. He doesn’t move and neither does Eddie. If anything, they both take the extra time to touch you in places they shouldn’t; Eddie coasts a hand over your quads, cupping your butt before smacking against the dimpled skin, just enough to sound without stinging. Steve trails a finger down your nose, brushing a stray tear from your cheek, before laying his hand over your clavicle, dangerously close to your neck. Again the bell trills and Steve shouts, “Just a second!” before pressing his mouth to yours, his tongue sliding seamlessly past your parted lips, snatching the air from your lungs. Eddie nuzzles into the space below your ear, nibbling there, praising you quietly, “So sweet, baby. Can’t wait to taste all of you.” Bullied between them, your soft figure is buffeted by their rigid bodies, a whimper of want eaking out of you because of their unceasing attention. When Steve breaks away, you chase him with open lips, only to hear his rueful chuckle, “Eager, huh? Don’t worry baby, we’re gonna give you everything you want.”

“And more!” Eddie adds, spinning you in his arms, his fast kiss knocking any other thoughts from your head. Off balance, you clutch at the lapels of his taupe sheriff’s shirt, and he smirks against your lips, pleased at your desperation. When the doorbell goes off for a third time, Steve grins at Eddie, “Make sure she gets cleaned up- her face, anyway. Ok?” but Eddie doesn’t answer, prompting Steve to throw his hands on his hips, “Ok, Munson?” Panting hard, eyes on yours, Eddie concedes, “Yea, yea, Harrington. On it.” It’s only when you’re in the privacy of the locked bathroom, staring at your red rimmed eyes in the mirror, the darkening marks of Eddie’s teeth on your throat that you realize just how far things have gone. Using cool water, you swipe at the mascara running over your cheeks, removing the drawn on whiskers that had been so cute an hour ago. Sniffling a little, you dry your face, willing yourself to calm down before joining the growing group already enjoying Steve’s Halloween bash. Carefully, you use your eyeliner and fix your tiny black nose. Fluffing your hair, you rearrange the soft gray ears and smile at your reflection. No one would know. Well, no one but you, Eddie and Steve. To everyone else you look like a cute little mouse, round and soft and sweet. But you can’t shake it, the self-conscious tingling that forces you to look around the room, nervous and jumpy. Worried that something will be said, or someone will guess at what you were doing before beer was poured and music started pumping. You can’t forget. Not when Eddie’s eyes are on you all night, wild and hungry. Not when Steve’s pointedly ignoring you, cold but protective. You are a mouse. A little innocent thing. And you’ve been trapped, just waiting to be eaten.

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Dodger’s Reveal

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

Summary: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger

!Short but sweet!

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“It is so gonna be a boy” I huffed as Chris helped me pull on my baby pink sundress over my bulging stomach, his hands taking their time gliding over my body as usual. This whole time he could not keep his hands off of me, and who am I to complain?

“No honey, that’s a daddy’s girl in there, I can feel it” He replied smugly, running his hands over my belly, bending down to help me put on my shoes.

“Either way I jus hope they’re healthy bub”

“Don’t worry they will be, it’ll just be like when we had Landon” He cooed standing up right, a passionate kiss being put onto my lips as he held my hand dearly.

“Alright mama, let’s go down, ma and all are waiting for us”

“hmm okay” Slowly with Chris' help we made it down the staircase, his hand always staying at the bottom of my back while the other held onto my hand. Our living room had been decorated with blue and pink balloons, streamers covering the place along with plates of food.

“Dada” we heard Landon shout from Lisa's arms, squirming to get down and running as fast as his 3 year old legs would let him into Chris' arms.

“Ya excited buddy, ready to meet your new baby sister or brother” Chris hummed, blowing raspberries into Landon's neck, everyone awing at the sound of his giggles and squeals filling the room.

“I wan baby sister, no brother” He pouted playing with Chris' gold chain of St.Christopher. Smirking Chris looked at me before saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I promise you’ll get a sister either way”

Rolling my eyes at him I beelined straight for the snack table and picked up a pink plate.

Filling up my plate with all sorts of pastries, sausages and all that good stuff; stuffing my face afterwards as I sat in the garden on the chairs set out by the pool.

“Easy there mama, ya might choke” I heard Chris say from behind me, stealing a cupcake off my plate and eating it all in one go,

“Babe I wanted that one” I pouted now missing the chocolate treat, hearing him pull a chair over and sit right beside me.

“Well you can still have it gorgeous, no worries” Within seconds he had pushed his lips to mine, the remnants of the chocolate cake filling my mouth as his tongue played with mine.

“Now that was nice” He teases pulling away after leaving a series of small pecks, a big wide smile on my face at the public display of affection.

“Where’s Landon bub?” I asked looking around the garden to see him not with any of the other relatives.

“I dunno ma wanted him for something” He shrugged pulling me to stand up with him,

“Y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke” I heard Scott say from behind us, a giggle leaving me as Chris gave him the finger.

“Anyways ma wants everyone inside now, it’s time”

“Shit baby you excited” Chris said turning to me, his eyes twinkling while he jumped on the spot.

“Yes baby, but not as excited as you it seems”

Walking into the house, there sat a massive cardboard box in the middle the floor, gold lining wrote out “boy or girl?”

“Hold on where’s Landon?” I asked seeing he wasn’t here for the big moment knowing how excited he was to find out,

“Oh don’t worry hunny you’ll see” Lisa smiled nodding at me knowingly, giving Chris and I the scissors to cut open the ribbon on top of the box.

“Alright guys, here we go” Chris said as we each pulled open the box cover, to reveal golden balloons?

“Our baby is gold?” I questioned confused as everyone’s eyebrows also seemed to furrow in confusion.

“YEEHAW” We heard Landon scream from the other room, in came Dodger with pink balloons attached to his back, Landon riding on him like a horse with a pink cowboy hat.

“WHAT ON EARTH” I shouted watching them run past us and into the crowd of family members,

“ITS A GIRL” Chris shouted from beside me, hugging me tightly before running over to Landon and throwing him up into the air, “TOLD YA BUDDY, YOURE GETTIN A LITTLE SISTER”

“YAAYY” Landon shouted not realising what his part was in all this, my heart swelling at the sight of my growing family I felt tears brim my eyes before the watergates flooded open and suddenly I was sobbing.

“Babe? are you not happy? what’s wrong?” Chris asked looking at me with Landon in his arms,

“are ya kiddin me? I’m freakin delighted Evans” I sobbed rushing in for a hug, feeling Landon's small arms around me, both of my boys putting kisses onto the too of my head.

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