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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | w. maximoff

rating 18+ only | pairing sub!wanda maximoff x dom!fem!reader | word count 2.8k | main masterlist

A ✦ AFTERCARE

babygirl loves aftercare!! after you’ve slutted her out into a state of wicked debauchery, where her tears have made her mascara a runny mess, but it’s not comparable to the one between her legs, and she’s been quivering in your arms with erratic breaths as she comes down from her earth-shattering high — she’s in love with the way you treat her like a princess! you’ll bring warm towels and carefully wipe up her sweat and slick, pepper her forehead with chaste kisses and whisper sweet nothings, feed her slow sips of water as wanda’s gives you the most adorable puppy dog eyes. aftercare to wanda is so so important.

B ✦ BODY PART

wanda’s favourite body part of yours is your definitely your hands 😵‍💫 for her there’s just so many things to love about it! the both of you have matching rings, and she loves it when you gently stroke her hair or massage her back. but also the way your grip her thighs and ass when you’re aroused, trying to get as much of her as you can in your hands, the way your long fingers prod at all the sweet spots inside her pretty cunt, the way you stuff two thick fingers into her mouth as she drools and moans your name… wanda could go on and on about the veins in your hands and the practiced speed and dexterity of your fingers, but she would just get wet again.

you’re honestly in love with every part of wanda, but if you had to choose one it would be her tits <3 they’re so pretty, such bouncy little things that you love to play with… you could honestly spend hours with your mouth on her tits. just alternating between sucking on her big nipples or kneading them with your hands, as wanda gets wet from your touch. you love to smush your face between her tits, it’s oddly comforting and reinvigorating. also, you’re in love with the way wanda’s tits look, the light-brown shade of her nipples that you constantly love to squeeze just to mess with her, the freckles that dot the valley between her two mounds. they’re so perfect, and they’re all for you.

C ✦ CUM

wanda cums so hard when she’s with you, shakes and cries as she orgasms. babygirl is one hundred percent a squirter, so easy to please and play with. she tastes so good, an addictive bittersweet taste, and you always have to lap up her sweet nectar from her wrecked pussy. you’d make a show off sucking her juices off your fingers, and wanda would look at you with her lips parted and eyes darkened, and you would stuff your fingers back into her mouth so she can taste herself on your fingers.

D ✦ DIRTY SECRET

wanda’s filthily obsessed with public sex. she loves the thrill of it, the adrenaline running through her veins when you fuck her in a changing stall of a clothes department, when you have her pressed up against the brick wall of an alley behind the bar. she loves it when you stuff your fingers in her mouth to muffle her lewd moans, when you threaten to edge her until she cries if she gets too loud. but babygirl is so dirty and wants more. she has fantasies about you finger-fucking her until the table at a restaurant, playing with her pussy in the darkness of a cinema, eating her out in the first-class airplane rides you take her on. wanda just loves the novelty of melting from your touch while milliseconds away from being found out.

E ✦ EXPERIENCE

you were definitely wanda’s first. from the sokovian war to becoming hydra’s lab rat to living out her avenger life where she was constantly saving the universe, it goes without saying that wanda hardly had time for sex or even a romantic relationship. the first time she did it with you, she was an inexperienced little mess, but also so adorable that you nearly melted. you religiously recall the first time your fingers stretched out her tight little cunt, the sound of wanda’s pretty little whines into your ear as you took her virginity. she’s just your babie <3

F ✦ FAVOURITE POSITION

wanda loves when you do it doggy style. as much as she loves your fingers, your cock stretching her out and filling her up just does it for her. she’d be a squirming mess under you, just your slutted-out fuckdoll — drool at the sides of her mouth, slick dripping down her thighs, a sheen of sweat on her pretty little body. babygirl is in love with the feeling of being completely dominated by you 😵 (ps. she likes the upstanding citizen position too. being bounced on your strap-on with your strong arms just makes her brain melt into mush.)

G ✦ GOOFY

whether wanda is goofy or serious during sex completely differs depending on circumstance. when you’re teasing her, tracing your fingertips over her thighs or flipping up her little skirts, she’d be so flustered, giggling with flushed cheeks and playfully shoving you away. (you know she loves the attention, though.) or when she’s trying to rile you up, she’d climb into your lap, so mischievous as she rubs on your thigh. most of the time, though, there’s no time for humour when you’ve got your babydoll in a full-on breeding press with a squirting strap toy, calling her the filthiest names, fucking her so hard that she’s on the brink of passing out.

H ✦ HAIR

wanda is generally well-trimmed most of the time, likes the feeling of freshness and cleanliness. it might also be due a tiny bit of insecurity, but you dispel any of her worries when you come back early from a work trip one day. she’d been so shy when you tried tug down her shorts the second you’d gotten back, whining that “i- i haven’t shaved in forever, didn’t know you’d be back so soon,” but you just smile with such lovesickness in your eyes, then lap wanda right up from the source. it’s a night she’d never forget, hands twisting in your hair as your face is buried so deep between her thighs <3

I ✦ INTIMACY

during soft sex, the romantic tension between the two of you is so thick wanda can barely breathe. when you’re buried deep in her, warm breath on her delicate collarbone, a hand splayed right over her hammering chest — that’s love right there. it’s a tacit understanding between the two of you, the lovesick puppy eyes, the exchange of whispered ‘i love you’s. sometimes when her heart gets caught up in it a little too much, overflowing with sheer emotion, she’ll cry, sniffing as she comes down from another orgasm. then you’re right there with her, kissing every teardrop that slides down the side of her cheeks, murmuring into her hair that she’s the only one for you through every timeline in the multiverse.

J ✦ JACK OFF

the only time wanda masturbates these days is when she’s A) teasing you in an inopportune moment so she gets fucked before an inch of sweet death or B) attempting to satisfy herself while you’re away. as for the latter, it happens so desperately, fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt, wishing it was your fingers instead. her jack-off material comes in the form of images of you, audios of your voice, or simply fantasies of you painted in her head. don’t worry, she gets properly filled up and satisfied the moment you return back home to your precious babygirl.

K ✦ KINK

at the top of wanda’s ever-growing list of kinks is a breeding kink. this has got everything to do with her love of doggy style. she milks your squirting strap toys so well, whether it’s bouncing on your shaft so eagerly or when you’ve got her half-pressed into the mattress, releasing every drop of cum into her pretty pussy. she’s obsessed with the idea of carrying your pups even though it can’t actually happen. (in correlation with her dirty secret, wanda is a whore for exhibitionism. honourable mentions are degradation and choking.)

L ✦ LOCATION

wanda loves to do it anywhere in somewhat public areas. the list of wild places you’ve had sex ranges from the storage room of a green grocer’s to a mcdonald’s carpark (not in the car!) to westview’s darkwood forest. yes, a forest, during a camping trip. talk about the birds and the bees. within the confines of your home, wanda likes it in the kitchen, where you’ve got her bent over the counter, breaking half the silverware in the process.

M ✦ MOTIVATION

wanda’s turned on by anything that you do, honestly, and it’s a little bit concerning. (not that you’d complain.) fixing up the car engine? hot. fiddling around with your guitar? sexy. being good with kids? father her children. chopping the firewood? might as well take her panties off. it’s just an emblem of how much she’s in love with you.

N ✦ NO

involving sex, there’s little wanda wouldn’t be open to. the two of you have tried everything from bondage to impact play to orgasm denial to anal. one thing she would never do, though, is a threesome. babygirl just can’t stand the thought of you fucking anyone else! i mean, she gets jealous pretty easily and once bawled her eyes out when you had a contact named ‘vanessa’ who was in your frequently contacted list. vanessa, for the record, is your sister. anyways, what your babygirl doesn’t yet understand is that you’d forever remain faithful to her 🫶

O ✦ ORAL

on the receiving end, wanda gets drunk on sex with your mouth on her cunt. because when you eat her out, more often than not are you devouring her, licking and sucking and drinking up every drop of her sweet nectar. you’d lap at her folds like a woman starved, pry her thighs apart with a bruising grip like she’s your property, because maybe she is, with the way her eyes roll back and the way she cries out your name.

when she’s the one who’s giving oral, she eats you out so well. she loves the way you tug on her hair and let out curses when she’s got her cute mouth between your legs. ability-wise, babygirl doesn’t have the most experience, but she’s always so determined to please you. and it works too, with the way her eyes shine as she looks up at you with so much adoration, longing to be praised. oral with wanda also consists of her sucking on your strap like her life depends on it, bobbing her head up and down the thick shaft, as you tug on her hair and watch her cheeks hollow out. either way, babydoll loves giving you oral.

P ✦ PACE

the duality of animalistic fucking and sensual sex in your relationship is pretty astounding. wanda’s in love with the dynamic sexual life you share, and you’re eager to please. on days when she’s feeling more romantic, more tender and vulnerable, you’re definitely going slower, taking the time to build up foreplay and kiss her skin and whisper sweet nothing. some days, though, wanda’s libido overtakes her every other sense and she’s jumping on you before you can dive in for a kiss. those days often include the shredding of clothes and the destruction of headboards.

Q ✦ QUICKIE

yes, a thousand times yes. remember what i said about wanda being filthily obsessed with public sex? yeah, that’s what it’s all about. panting for you to go harder in the brick alleyway at the back of a dive bar, fingernails digging into the back of your neck. her biting into your palm in a clothing store changing stall, you knuckle-deep into her cunt, just because she looked too pretty in a new dress. quickies with wanda are hot and fast, but when you’re in the confines of your home you’d fuck for hours.

R ✦ RISK

i think i’ve talked enough about risky sex.

S ✦ STAMINA

wanda’s stamina is fucking scary. you don’t know what’s the world record of how many times a woman can orgasm in 24 hours, but you’re pretty sure your devious little girlfriend holds the title. thank god you’re well-built, as wanda gladly points out with her hand wrapped around your bicep most of the time. because it goes on for hours, really hours, hours of you fucking wanda in all positions known to mankind, high-pitched screams and sensual moans and low grunts echoing around the house til daylight. it’s all worth it in the end, though, to see her drooly lips coated in slick, her pretty pussy absolutely ruined, her clothes soiled and her body a quivering mess.

T ✦ TOYS

other than the often usage of strap-ons, the two of you do have an array of sex toys, but they’re not quite so used as much. there’s the occasional ball gag and handcuffs and butt plug, but ultimately wanda just wants to feel your hot body pressed against hers, heartbeats and hot breaths and all else to feel grounded. you’d buy her anything she liked, though, whether it’s a bigger strap-on or a nipple clamp you can’t wait to try out <3

U ✦ UNFAIR

wanda’s on the receiving end most of the time, maybe even a pillow princess, so she doesn’t really get to be unfair. but you, on the other hand, are fucking devious. you’re so sinfully good at edging wanda, bringing her storming to the edge of pleasure, teetering at the end of the cliff — and then leaving her there, watching her be reduced to a mess of tears and helpless pleas. unfair? that isn’t even comparable to the way you text her sometimes, teasing her so much, asking what she’s wearing, calling her a good girl, sending her voice audios. you know the effect you have on your babygirl, and you’re not afraid to use it.

V ✦ VOLUME

at the start of your relationship, wanda was too shy to let out her moans, always sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to let out any embarrassing. but after months of growing more comfortable around you during sex, she’s become the loudest little brat you’ve ever seen. her moans are high-pitched and breathy, raising in volume the more you tease and fuck her. the way wanda screams your name when she orgasms is something that is etched into your brain for a lifetime to come.

W ✦ WILD CARD

in the first few months of your relationship with wanda, she was too shy to initiate sex. so, she resorted to pressing up close to you and looking at you with the biggest doe eyes. at first, you thought she just wanted cuddles, but after a few repeated encounters, you eventually deciphered the reasoning behind your girlfriend’s actions. the day you understood what she meant, wanda was so happy she giggled into your neck as you carried her to the bedroom.

X ✦ X-RAY

wanda’s breasts are perky, round mounds. they’re not the biggest ever, but big enough to wrap your hands around and knead. her nipples are a shade of light-brown, and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. using her breasts as stress balls is your biggest reliever. it’s either that or burying your face between her boobs.

Y ✦ YEARNING

if there was an award for the most yearning a girlfriend could do, wanda would take top spot, no competition at all. she wants sex all the time, her sex drive even higher than yours, which is pretty insane. (considering you want to fuck her silly every time you see her in a skirt.) the yearning doesn’t even have to be sexual, too, it could be the yearning for domestic affection. cleaning the dishes with you, cuddling with you while you watch tv, going grocery shopping together. wanda yearns to be with you, every second of every day, until the two of you are old and grey.

Z ✦ ZZZ

as good as wanda’s stamina is, she’d more than not fuck herself silly until she passes out. which should be slightly concerning, but you think it’s adorable. and pretty hot. as a result, you’re always up after she falls asleep, and you take the time to watch her. her long eyelashes, her soft locks of hair, the rising and falling of her bare chest, her body snuggled into yours — the woman you want to cherish for the rest of your life.

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biblio-smia · 8 months

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excuse me, could i get a picture?

pairing: (tasm!) peter parker x gender neutral reader

summary: "hey, i'm a street photographer, could i take your picture?"

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warning i wrote 80% of this half-asleep

read part two here

Saturdays were reserved for coffees and walks to get breakfast. They were reserved for earbuds in your ears, music blasting as your feet rushed through busy intersections. Although Saturdays were reserved for yourself, that didn't stop New York from moving around you.

"Excuse me!" You thought you heard, but the voice was barely audible over the music in your ears; plus, there was no reason for anyone to be talking to you.

The rush of footsteps behind you made your footfall slow in confusion, and a gentle tap on your shoulder made you spin.

"Sorry," a boy began, and you let him keep speaking as you looked at him.

He was tall, cozy in double jackets with a large camera hanging around his neck. He had brown hair and warm brown eyes to match, looking at you with a polite smile and his phone in his hand, pointing down towards the ground.

"Hi, uh, I'm sorry to bother you," he spoke awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot and doing his best to look at your face. "I'm uh, a photographer -" and the way he said it made you smile, like the word was too serious for an unserious person. "And I was wondering if I could... take photos of you?" He finished with a tilt of his head and a shy smile.

Oh, he was cute.

"Of me?" You ask, sure you'd misheard. Your hands went to pull your earbud out of your ear, only to find that it was already out. Your hand landed on your neck to save yourself from embarrassment.

"Yeah!" His expression brightened at your lack of immediate rejection, eyes more confidently settling on yours with the occasional flicker to the camera hanging around his neck. His head tilted down, expertly? picking up the camera and stepping closer to you while maintaining a respectful distance, showing you strangers on the small screen.

The photos were absolutely beautiful.

"I wanted to focus on natural beauty... the leaves are perfect right now - " His eyes looked up and around as the shades of autumn began to fall around you on the out-of-the-way street you were on, lined with apartments. There was a brightness in his eyes as they fell on you again and you realized he had been talking. " - and you, of course."

"Me?" You asked again, feeling stupidly like an owl, wide-eyed and unbelieving.

"Yeah!" He bit his lip through a smile, a pink blush appearing on his pale cheeks, a nervous shift in his demeanor revealing he was only a few seconds away from backpedaling.

You looked around at the empty street and stepped a little closer with a smile. "Well, since there's no one else, I guess I'll do you the favor," you grinned teasingly.

"Cool. Awesome," he looked down, shaking his head a little. "Is it okay if I film, too?" He motioned to his phone and you nodded with a smile.

You self-consciously tried to touch yourself up as the boy turned his back toward you, setting his his things up. God, you didn't even know his name.

"You never told me your name," you noted softly, not expecting him to perk up at the sound of your voice and turn towards you.

"Oh! It's Peter!" Peter gave you a dopey grin you couldn't help but mirror as you gave him your name in return.

Peter messed with his camera, flickering from the screen to you with his eyebrows furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration.

You weren't sure if the nerves in your stomach were from the camera pointed at you or the boy behind it, but you bit your lip and tried to look anywhere but at Peter.

"I should warn you, I suck at posing," you managed to get out when the silence was almost too much. You weren't sure whether to feel bad about breaking Peter's concentration until he laughed and shook his head.

"You'll be fine."

You weren't certain about that, but Peter's tone and his soft smile made you believe it for a while.

"Okay, for the first one, I think you'd look great right against this door..."

Peter guided you gently with his voice and his motioning hands until the sun hit you perfectly through the thinning leaves, lighting you and the red door you stood against perfectly.

You tried to follow Peter's easygoing instructions of just "acting natural" but the half-smiled he offered and look in his eyes told you weren't getting very far.

"Sorry," you winced, embarrassed for yourself.

"No, no, you don't have to apologize," Peter assured, dropping his camera and approaching you. "Here, just... may I?" Peter looked at you with a gentleness that knocked the words out of your lips. You could only give a small nod and Peter put his hands on you, feather-light touch moving your arms like you were a porcelain doll Peter cared deeply about. His fingers found yours as he positioned your hands and you could only stand there and admire his attention to detail, his mind coming up with a bigger picture you couldn't see quite yet.

"You should model more often," Peter said, stepping back just enough to be out of your personal space - but just close enough for you to see all the beauty marks on his face.

You scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious! It'd be a crime if you didn't."

"Maybe I'll just model for you, then," you said rather boldly, turning your head to the side in embarrassment, missing the small smile and twinge of red of Peter's ears at your comment.

"Perfect," Peter muttered and you turned back to see his face partially hidden by his camera - you weren't sure how long he'd been snapping photos for.

You laughed and Peter grinned, fingers pressing buttons rapidly as he held you in light conversation.

There was a permanent warmth in your face you hoped wasn't obvious through the camera, the feeling shielding you from the cool wind blowing around you.

Your focus was only on Peter, listening closely to every word and story he shared with you: his favorite coffee shop in the area, his photography, the people he'd met through it. None of the connections lasted longer than the session and you wondered if it'd be the same for you - if Peter was always this kind to the strangers he took photos of.

After a small shift to the stairs in front of the door you stood in front of and a lot of wondering how many photos of you were filling up Peter's camera, Peter took a seat next to you, his knee bumping yours as he leaned towards you, clicking through pictures.

"Woah..." you said softly, finally seeing the vision Peter had in his head. The scene was set up beautifully, with your fluid movement at its center.

"You like them?" Peter asked hopefully, wishing he could take another picture of the moment.

"I love them!" You exclaimed as Peter continued moving through the dozens of photos, shot after shot of you.

You felt that warm rush of embarrassment again and you placed a gentle hand on Peter's arm.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, looking at Peter's face. Realizing how closely huddled you were.

"You're a great photographer," you uttered softly with a smile to accompany the compliment.

"You're a perfect model," Peter returned just as quickly.

You laughed, shaking your head as Peter tried to argue. "I'm serious!" But the smile on your face was contagious and Peter couldn't help but smile around you.

There was a beep from Peter's phone, still off to the side and recording, and Peter jumped up at the noise.

"I'm so sorry, I have to go," Peter rushed out, grabbing his things and giving you a smile. "I'll text you... send you the photos."

"Yeah!" You nodded, barely able to give him a wave before he was off. Barely able to think about it before realizing he didn't have your number. "Peter!" You called, but he was gone.

「 … 」

Finding Peter on social media was a lot harder than you'd imagined, especially when both of you had stupidly excluded last names from your introductions. All you had was "peter photographer," which evidently didn't count for much.

You gave up that same day and it wasn't until two weeks later and the help of your friend that you found him again.

The video you were sent was it: Peter walking up to you for the first time, the two of you talking, you posing, the two of you reacting to the photos and finally, the photos themselves. They were just as beautiful as you remembered.

The clips themselves were short, only a few highlights of your conversation in the video; times where you made Peter laugh, or the other way around.

In retrospect, the words exchanged between you and Peter with charged with some other than just friendly, polite conversation and you really wondered now if it was all just in your head.

Although that worry diminished with a look at the caption of Peter's video.

watch me shamelessly flirt for a minute and a half

A stupid smile spread on your face at the handful of words and your first instinct was to check the comments.

"they're so into each other omfg" "they flirt so much and a majority of their convo was probably cut out........" "peter please tell us you got an @" Now this one had a reply from Peter himself.

"no i had to leave in a rush and didn't realize i had no method of contact until later :(" "PETER YOU FUMBLED" "NOOOOOO"

There were more cries of disbelief in response to Peter with even more calls of action to find you.

"Oh, my god," you whispered, fingers moving quickly and your heart beating just as fast as you swiped to Peter's profile and hopefully... yes! His Instagram was linked.

You followed him instantly, clicking on the Message button before hesitating. Would he recognize you? Would he even respond? What should you say?

You bit your lip and drafted a few messages, typing and deleting and pacing until you settled on a message.

"hey. it's me from kips bay! i saw ur tiktok :)"

Send.

You threw your phone across your bed immediately, nerves settling in now that you had nothing to do but wait. You didn't have to consider unsending the message for too long when you phone dinged.

"ppparker: Oh my god hi" "ppparker: Sorry i can't believe i actually found you" "ppparker: Hi :)"

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evilminji · 9 months

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Sooooo.....

Like? We can all agree, that, all other factors aside? Given the life he's lived and the personality he has? The sheer NONSENSE he's been exposed too (from rays to oozes to powders to magics etc) AND the by definition unfinishable nature of his Life's Work/Obsession?

If Batman lived in a world connected to Danny Phantom's Zone in any way... he's DEFINITELY becoming a Realms Ghost.

Like? It's not even a "possibly" here. It's an inevitability. He HAS to protect just one more person. HAS to solve one more case. HAS to protect his kids one last time. He HAS Too, HAS Too, HAS Too.

He's Batman.

It's etched into his soul. The man's ghost will literally REFORM in that outfit. Batman with a glow. Batman the protection spirit. Kindness and grief and an eternity of "I have to save just one more."

He's not going to get to die peacefully or rest quietly. It would go against his nature.

But! Why is this relevant? Because of the Elseworld stories. Those AUs. The Multi-Verse at large. They ALL... Have Batman.

Consider: Ember McClain. Rocker. Remember that name. Yes, in some worlds she makes it big. But? Tragedy and betrayal in others. Death. Do you think the Ember's of those worlds are fine with passing on silently? Shrugging and being forgotten just because some other Ember got there first?

No. They are Ember. SHE is Ember.

Just as Clockwork is Time.

What makes a Realms Ghost different then someone like Deadman? Than a Shade? A poltergeist? Your average spook?

They are only themselves.

Singular.

Small.

A tiny little fraction, of a fraction, of a part, of a small bitty droplet, if even that. You only get one soul. But! You share it. There are many "You"s. Like the universe itself, exploding out, to live, to experience, BE, and then collapsing back together in the end. Running together like rainwater in the cracks of Realitys. Seeping back into one piece, one person, in the place between places.

It's why one forgets silly things like Names and Pasts. You had so, so many. All of them were yours. Made you. Shaped you. But are not why you refuse to let go. Why you still EXSIST. Outside of Creation and Rebirth, beyond any gods you could possibly recognize. Refined to your truest SELF.

Yet... you might still be Alive. You know that you ARE. Time exists for the living. To balance beginnings, middles, and ends. Why do you care? They aren't you yet. They will be. All of you will eventually come together. You'll become something... MORE.

Ancient.

The wisdom and complexity of a complete Being. More a Person then your average soul. Like giant stars compared to a barely burning dwarves. You know, assuming you don't give up first. Most give up. It takes a certain sort of patience, after all. A LOT of timeless time. Kinda sucks.

Yet! We consider The Bat. Persistence and Stubborn Hope made manifest. Compassion born of terrible grief. Dead. Again and again and again. Dead for those who needed him. Who hated him. Who cursed or forgot or lamented him. In every imaginable age, a story played out the same. Ending the same.

Himself instead of another.

Himself FOR the others.

Himself because none other could.

Sacrifice and Sacrifice and Sacrifice. Desperation to save. Worlds burning and cities falling. Waking up, reaching out, to shield sons and daughters that are not there. That live because he does not. Dragging himself through the stubborn walls of world after world, like a haunting final curse, upon those who harmed his family, his city. His world.

A wraith. Gothams final curse upon those who damn her.

What must it be like? To keep saying good bye? To drag your aching soul, fuller and fuller of terrible memories, across the fields of jagged glass that are portals you tear, to world's on fire. Just to save friends and family. Enemies and strangers. All of whom, must in the end... bury you anyway.

Because you must kill the hope in their eyes. Must die before them again. Because you can not stay and they can not come with you. Or worse... they can, and will soon.

Sitting on fields of battle where you tried. Gave all your spirit could muster. But... it's over now. And all you can offer is the knowledge is that they should not be afraid. You will carry them home.

And are there? Nightwings and Robins and all manner of other family, waiting back in the Zone? In a Manor where Pennyworth lives eternal? Do they also hurt and fight to save their friends? Each new piece of them coming with some great tragedy that they must put right?

Do they give Walker and the Observants migraines? Probably.

Imagine, though: Time travel added to the mix. Dying in the future. Your son managing to turn everything back to before the world ended. The Ghost King is suddenly a Baby again. Every one is freaking out. "Oh no! The king!" Blah blah blah.

But you and your family are more concerned about the world ending threat that kills a part of you. So is the baby ghost king, when you tell him. You show up in your own Cave, freak yourself out. Team up time. Though you ARE growing concerned by the Baby Kings self-neglectful behaviors. Hey, Me, are you seeing this?

.......he.... you know, he COULD use more Parental Oversight. He's a good kid. Seems lonely though. Underfed. ("BRUCE, NO." "Hmmm.")

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swordcreature · 5 months

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Could I request kissing headcanons for Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor?

anon i just loved thinking about how these guys kiss. i had to keep this to a medium length because 1. i could literally go on forever and 2. there are barely any others ways to say the word kiss without sounding silly. i typed the word kiss so many times it stopped looking like a real word.

that being said i hope you like it!!!!

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Kissing

can i get through one simple request without making sexual suggestions? the answer is no. MDNI/18+

How the tiefling boys kiss you

Dammon:

Gosh I could think of so many ways Dammon shares his love with kissing.

Sweet kisses where he holds your face in both of his hands and just presses his lips against yours again and again and again.

Unhurried, lusty kisses with one hand on your hip, the other lightly on your neck while his tongue enters your mouth to tease you.

Quick, tiny pecks throughout the day just to feel his lips on yours, even if it’s just for a second.

Tired kisses in the middle of the night when he wakes up needing to feel your lips!!!

I feel like Dammon is totally the type of guy to always smile into a kiss. Doesn’t matter if it’s a chaste smooch or something more heated, he’s happiest when your lips are locked and he’s not afraid to show it!

He can’t help but love the way you taste against his mouth. It’s addicting to him, and it reminds me of how other parts of you taste.

So, no surprise here that kissing often leads to other activities, if you catch my drift.

A little bit of me thinks it’s a part of an oral fixation; he really likes using his mouth for the purpose of pleasure.

And boy does he have a talented tongue.

But also, he’s a romantic at heart! And he devotes himself, heart and soul, to his partner – wanting to show love to them however possible. Kissing is just an easy, natural way to do it.

Of course, he’s learned how to let his emotions flow through his lips.

Rolan:

Okay first. Angry kisses. Rolan, frustrated with you for whatever reason, pulling you against him roughly. Holding your jaw tightly. Kissing you firmly as though it may ease some of his anger. His angry kisses are slow and methodical as he works through his more stubborn emotions.

I imagine those kisses lead to more, a lot of the time.

He seems like the type of person to equate any type of strong emotion with kissing though.

Annoyed? He pins you against the wall just quickly shut you up with one long kiss, hands at your waist.

Happy? He pulls you in with his tail around your wrist, to place little pecks all over your face until you’re both giggling.

Sad? He clings to you for dear life. Caging you in with his arms and just holding you against his mouth with only minimal movement, only wanting to feel you, to know you’re real and there with him.

I see him as someone that doesn’t do very salacious kisses unless it’s in the bedroom. He doesn’t care to be seen with his tongue down your throat by anyone (except maybe if you get him drunk enough, but even then, it’s a long shot), so he saves that for when you’re alone.

But when you are? He loves to suck on your tongue. Love when you kitten lick into his mouth to get his lips open.

Whereas Dammon is a smiley kisser, Rolan is a “brow furrowed in concentration” kisser. CHANGE MY MIND.

Zevlor:

Zevlor is a reserved kisser a lot of the time.

Trying to get this man to give you any more than a quick peck when you’re out and about is near impossible.

He’s just old fashioned, an honorable guy, and he thinks those kinds of things are best done in private – to be enjoyed only by the two involved.

Every once in a while, he will indulge just a bit further. He’ll put his hands on your hips and let his lips linger just a little longer than normal. But this is heavily dependent upon where he is, who he’s with, etc.

And it always ends with him flushing such a pretty shade of deep red.

When you are alone? Listen. Zevlor can be a filthy kisser.

He tilts your head back so he can angle you in the right way to open your lips with his tongue, massaging yours with a wet, open mouth. He kisses like he goes down on you: messy in the best of ways.

These kisses aren’t even always saved for the bedroom either. Sometimes he wants to kiss you passionately, just because.

Of course, he has soft, romantic kisses too. He’s the kind of man to settle your worries with a kiss.

An anchoring kiss when he surrounds you – so that you can lose yourself in his embrace, forgetting about the outside world.

A calming kiss when you need a distraction – so he can pull you out of thoughts for a moment to focus on his lips.

It’s like any fear or problem you have, Zevlor can fix it with his lips. Or his tongue.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #bg3 smut #my writing #dammon #zevlor #rolan #requests/suggestions #dammon x reader #zevlor x reader #rolan x reader #anon #hcs

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stargirlie25 · 2 months

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Me having a conversation with an e/riel. Feel free to fact check by looking at the books.

Me: Why do you ship Elain and Azriel?

E/riel: Well for starters, he was the only one to go save Elain when she was in hybern.

Me: First of all, Cassian offered first. Second of all Feyre was also there and saved her (what Elain said)

E/riel: Ok but still it was romantic

Me: But it was not. Because her sister ALSO saved her :) Feyre went to UTM and got tortured,SAed,killed people and died all for Tamlin anyhow...

E/riel: Well Madja said a mate knows whats wrong with their own mate and Az figured out that Elain was a seer.

Me: Elain being a Seer was not what was wrong with her. Also Rhysand figured out Nestas power.

E/riel: Az gave Elain truthteller when he had given it to no one ever.

Me: Only because Mor begged him with tears in her eyes to stay back. Cassian offered her first (again) and then Az offered her TT bc he would not have to use it. Not to mention, Elain only took it when Feyre assured her she would not have to use it. She gave it back without a glance

E/riel: Well Feyre imagined Elain and Az as ´´Death and his lovely fawn´´

Me: Okay. Well did you also catch when she said TT is the only connection between them? Not to mention something admirable about Elain is that she is always full of light. What literally takes away Light? Darkness=Azriel. Not to mention, Azriel is death and his home sucks the life from Elain. Not that Feyres aesthetic painting mind matters anything to me :)

E/riel: What about the fact that Lucien thought Elain was crazy?

Me: What about the fact when he travelled all around to find somebody on a quest so dangerous and the only confirmation he got was from Elain?

E/riel: Elain was wearing Cobalt blue the first time she met Az.

Me: Considering Elains devotion to Graysen, there is a high chance of her wearing that color for Graysen because his crest is cobalt blue. Even if its not true, Lucien wears a coat that´s fawn brown (exact same shade of Elains eyes)

E/riel: A smile and blush bloomed on Azriel in regards to Elain.

Me: Dont care. Thats just an action. Although since you say that, did you know that a smile bloomed on Elains face after her father died (who she loved dearly) in regards to Lucien?

E/riel: What about when a charged glance went through Elain and Azriel.

Me: Sexual attraction. Lots of characters have it like Feyre and tamlin,Aelin and Chaol,Azriel to Mor....

E/riel: Well, Azriel jacks off to Elain every night while looking at the gift he got for her.

Me: Dont be shy you dont have to say a gift. You can say he jacks off to headache powder. No problem. Almost like when Nesta slept with multiple men. Trust me, that does not affect me!

E/riel: Elriel is true mates because Az was the only one to smell Eluciens bond.

Me: Bryce smelled Nessians bound, Ruhn and Lidia smelled bryce and hunts bond, Tamlin smelled feysands.

E/riel: Gwyn is a lightsinger because Az chest sparked because of her.

Me: Well than ig Lidia and Bryce are lightsingers too. Get those evil bitches away from Hunt and Ruhn right?

E/riel: There is nothing romantic for Gwynriel

Me: Thats literally just your penny for thought. Why would i care when SJM provided common banter, mate language and history for Gwynriel, and scenes where they challenge each other when she said history,sparks,conflict,and challenge all makes a good couple.

E/riel: Elain gave two gifts to Az. Not lucien

Me: Headphones for Az bc Nesta and Cass fuck so loud? So romantic i cant! Im so glad my girl SJM is saving the good,meaningful gifts for Elucien.

E/riel: Az waited for Elain to come to the table and told everybody to not eat until Elain came back.

Me: he was thinking of his mother being a slave. Thats what the situation of eating when Elain was tending to everyone reminded him of. How his mother was treated. Its not romantic but it is a very sad thing to think about.

E/riel: Azriel loves Elain. He only has not thought about a future with her because he does not allow himself to!

Me: Honestly i don´t mind that you think that! Although that is not canon. Sleeping with Elain is the only thoughts he PLEASURED himself to. Not allowed himself as some say. Again, that´s just your penny for thought. He says ´´He hadn't gone that far with his planning´´ Meaning sexual thoughts is fine but anything further is like nope, nope,nope,nope,nope too far.

E/riel: Elain literally loses her newfound boldness around Lucien.

Me: There is so many more reasons that we could come up with than what meets the eye. Have you considered it was because she didnt know what to do. Or she saw the look on Lucien ´ s face and shrank because she did not intentionally cause it and felt bad? Or maybe she FELT Luciens pain and shared it because of the bond? So much possibilities to think of especially considering we have limited text and not the actual characters POV. Also i wonder how far she will shrink when she finds out about Az and Rhysands conversation in the bonus chapter. Or maybe she heard it already?

E/riel: Azriel actually gets Elain.

Me: The way he literally does not though! When Elain begs the IC not to kill graysen Az says its best for him to be killed in acosf. When Elain says nesta cant make choices for her and then Az says she should not be exposed to the innate darkness even though later we figure out Elain is willing? When Elain says she is not a child to be fought over and than Az says he will defeat Lucien in a blood duel with her?

E/riel: Scrying is dangerous! Of course Azriel did not want her too.

Me: Yet, he said ´´Nesta really should do scrying´´ but not Elain because he underestimates her. Which is the ONLY thing SJM provides to what Az could have been doing.

E/riel: Azriel listened to Elains laugh probably because he loves the sound!

Me: Maybe its because Elain never ever laughs like that around him or the ic He was literally monitoring them which means to keep tabs on someone which directly relates to his fricking job 😂. So many words to choose from and SJM chose monitoring.

E/riel: Az gave Elain a rose necklace.

Me: Ok and? Elain gave it back. She does not want that shit. He gave it to another person. It felt wrong to clasp it around Elains neck but it sparked something in his chest and made him smile for Gwyn.

E/riel: Lucien only sees Elain for his mate but Azriel sees her for her.

Me: Nope. His reason for wanting to kiss Elain was simply ´´What fi the cauldron was wrong´´ and refers to Elain as the 3rd. She is literally a theory or more so a possibility to him. One he has not thought through in the slightest. Also, Lucien was going crazy in hybern in regards to Elain before he knew of their bond AND Elain has not accepted the bond yet he still cares for her.

E/riel: Elain called Azriels scars beautiful.

Me: first of all, its a 50% chance she called his scars beautiful. Feyre said she was not sure which one she was complimenting, the scars, or the big glowing cobalt siphon atop his hand. Second of all, even if it was 100% fact that she said his scars specifically was beautiful, it seems he does not believe it at all. He tries to not to look at his hands. He does not want to taint her with his presence or touch her beautiful skin with his scars.

E/riel: His shadows vanish around Elain and lightens. They also do that around mor who he was in love with for 500 years. Also his shadows are like snakes ready to strike in regards to Elain.

Me: Shadows lighting and vanishing are the same thing. Light takes away darkness as darkness takes away light (another reason why they are horrible together) His shadows are losing its darkness around Elain and Mor. Mor was wrong for him. The amount of pain it caused him to be in Love with her? Want that to continue with Elain and Az? Azriel does not need his darkness to be hidden. He needs it to be embraced *insert Gwyn*

E/riel: SJM would never pass on a good angsty trope like forbidden love!

Me: firstly, the only thing forbidding e/riel is Elain herself. If she rejects the bond, she can be with Az all she wants and NO ONE has a say on that. Not Rhysand. Not feyre. Not cassian. Not Lucien himself. Although she hasnt after 2 years. There is an answer to why. Its not like Elain knows she has to wait until her own book to reject it. Second of all, Forbidden love is the absolute WORST trope to give BOTH of them. For Elain, she has always hid in the shadows of her sisters in the series and the fandom. You really think Elain Archeron always full of light wants to hide in the darkness and play out Azriel´s fantasies? As for Azriel, he has been secretly silently in PAIN loving Mor for 500 years. So you want him to go through it again with Elain? No. He wants the bond nessian and feysand have. The love they share. The joy of being with your equal. The connection of a mating bond. Being proud to showcase it to the world. Forbidden love would just tear them apart.

E/riel: SJM does not write about virgin romances! Plus Gwyn is a virgin!

Me: Yes she can. Gwyn already lost her virginity against her will so biologically she is not going through the bleeding and the actual losing her physical virginity. Although it is a fact she has never slept with someone. The scene where Cassian *ahem* first enters nesta is very descriptive and SJM describes the pain of Cassian entering her......So yes she can for sure write about Gwyn having sex. This is also goes against the statement that Gwyn cant have sex because of her trauma. False. She is interested in romance books and asks Nesta if the sex was good. I think Gwyn would enjoy sex with someone she trusts in and out.

#anti elriel #anti e/riel #anti elainxazriel #anti azriel and elain #pro elucien #pro gwynriel #elucien #gwynriel

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good-chimes · 4 months

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G.I.G.S. PLAY LETHAL COMPANY

STREAM RECAP

Skizz, Grian and Impulse appear in orange spacesuits in a down-at-heel salvage spaceship. They are met with a glowing red display informing them they have 4 days left to meet profit quota.

Impulse makes a good-faith attempt to read the training manual, but this is aggressively ignored by the other two, and even Impulse gives up completely when Scar arrives.

Grian hates that they all look the same and demands they change suits.

They all succeed in changing their suits to exactly the same shade of orange as they have only unlocked one color.

Grian deals with his frustration at being thwarted by jumping over the railing of their ship as it starts to land shouting WHEE!

Skizz: Did he just jump?

Grian: [has sustained enormous amounts of fall damage] MY LEGS

Eventually they discover the main point of the game, a mysterious abandoned facility.

Grian: HEEEEEEE [jumps over the railing into the depths of the facility]

Grian has died.

Grian’s ghost commands the ship to leave early.

The whole party are left by Grian to perish on a hostile planet.

Skizz: So, what did we learn?

Scar & Impulse together: Nothing.

Grian: Falling hurts?

Impulse discovers a valve he can’t pull. Scar asks if he needs a man to come down and pull his valve. Scar finds he cannot pull the valve either and suggests maybe we need someone else to come down and crank it.

Scar: Should we have left Grian to his own devices? [This is slander, Grian has begun to find valuable items for the crew.]

Scar and Skizz are eaten by sand monsters.

Scar and Skizz attempt to abandon the others but Impulse and Grian make it back in time.

Grian: I can’t believe how bad we are at this.

1 day left to meet profit quota.

New planet! it is raining. Scar and Skizz get lost on an old rail track for about five minutes. When they return, they find the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends.

Both of them stand there inspecting the mysterious splattered corpses of their dead friends beside an inexplicable jar of pickles. Scar picks up a corpse. Skizz retrieves the pickles.

Scar get splattered by exactly the same monster as the other two, in the same place, doing the same thing.

Skizz: I saved the pickles!

Impulse’s ghost: Really? 😒

0 days left to meet profit quota.

Argument over the value of pickles all the way back to the company planet, where a small window with a bell is apparently where to sell their stuff. Impulse tells the others to ring the bell and stand back. A dark force scythes out of the window and consumes their scrap. They return to orbit.

Ship: YOU HAVE NOT ACHIEVED YOUR PROFIT QUOTA. WELCOME TO OUR DISCIPLINARY CLASSES.

The airlock opens and sucks the whole party out into the airless void.

Impulse: Noooooooo!

Scar: Did we get spaced!?

Grian: [in a tone that suggests he thinks the Company have a point about incompetence] We’re being disciplined. In space.

Scar: I don’t like our boss.

Grian announces that he has a NEW STRATEGY. We stick together, we find stuff together, and we leave together.

Grian immediately runs off after landing.

Impulse: I think he’s dead.

Scar: Have faith in him, he’s British.

Grian: [reappears] The profit quota is 130 credits. We can do this if we do it PROPERLY. [These are rich words for a man who has jumped unnecessarily to his death several times.]

However, Grian is absolutely determined they are going to succeed. He finds a whole scrap engine. Meanwhile Scar, wondering if he will ever find anything of value, is delighted to find and recover an ominously glowing light.

Skizz: [hearing the new hum] What did you do?

Scar: I salvaged a lightbulb!

Impulse: YOU TURNED ON THE RADIATION, SCAR.

Scar: That wasn’t me, that was…Grian.

They have collected a big metal cog, an engine, Scar’s ominously glowing lightbulb, and miscellaneous junk. Skizz has died again. In site of Grian’s agitation for efficiency, they are still a few credits short of the quota. They are once more sucked through the airlock into the cold void of space.

Impulse: AUGH!

Skizz: OH NO COME ON.

Grian: [disgusted] We deserved it.

New planet again! They are definitely going to do things better and more efficiently this time.

Impulse: I’ve bought four flashlights! We should see a rocket landing to give them to us.

The rocket arrives playing a jaunty ice-cream truck tune. Skizz welcomes it by standing under it and yelling.

Skizz is killed by the rocket.

Scar: That’s so sad. [steals his flashlight]

Scar has found a horn

Grian: I think—

HORN NOISE

Grian: I think I’m going—

HORN NOISE

Grian: …

HORN NOISE

Grian: I’m going back to the ship.

HORN NOISE HORN NOISE HORN NOISE

Skizz: Well at least I always know where Scar is now

HORN NOISE

Grian: [back at the ship] SCAR I’m going to have to ask you to DROP THE HORN.

Scar will not drop the horn. They travel to company planet to sell. Visibly at the end of his rope, Grian finally convinces Scar to put down the horn.

Grian immediately steals the horn for himself and starts using it.

The next mysterious abandoned facility has nothing to offer but a very difficult parkour jump over a dizzying drop.

Grian: We gotta do the jump.

Impulse successfully makes the jump and gets to the other side. A giant braineating slug instantly drops on his head. The others assist him via encouraging shouts of ‘look at that idiot!’. Eventually it is decided there has to be a rescue party. The other three make the jump and try ineffectually punching the slug (Scar: BANG HIM. JUST BANG HIM!) The slug finishes eating Impulse’s brain and starts eating Grian’s. (Grian: IT’S ON ME). Scar attempts to pick up Grian’s body. The slug lands on Scar. The slug eats Scar’s brain while Skizz runs away and starts the ship.

Skizz: [having abandoned all his friends to die and failed to pick up any scrap] A grade D? This is outrageous.

Scar picks up the horn again in revenge.

They return to the company planet. Grian rings the bell several times to sell their stuff.

An eldritch tentacle monstrosity eats Grian.

Impulse: There was a bell. You knew he was going to press the button too many times.

Scar: WHY DO WE WORK FOR SOMEBODY LIKE THIS.

Newly resurrected, Grian proposes for their next run on a new planet they buy some flashlights. Impulse proposes that they save the money as they will probably die and need them on a future mission. Skizz proposes they buy Impulse some OPTIMISM and BELIEF IN HIS TEAM. This motion is carried.

Scar proposes they all take a moment to remember the airhorn and how fun it was. This motion is summarily discarded.

Grian jumps into a sand creek in his great excitement at the arrival of the ice-cream truck supply rocket and slowly falls to his death shrieking HELP ME.

Impulse: I’M HELPING [Impulse also slowly falls to his death]

Skizz: Here’s the ice-cream truck!

They were too slow and the rocket has left without giving them the flashlights.

In an act of protest at being a ghost, Grian starts playing a Switch game with the music up and his mic on.

Scar dies to another carnivorous slug and Impulse and Grian’s ghosts tell the ship to take off and let Skizz perish on the hostile planet, leaving once more with no scrap and a mission grade of F.

Scar: We’re all dead.

Impulse, the man who originally threw away the instruction manual: Maybe we should read up and see if there’s something we missed about this game.

Scar: I liked the air horn.

Impulse: … What if we played Phasmophobia instead?

#stream recaps #long post #team gigs #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #grian #gtws #skizzleman #this one IS a recap not a fic #i know this is also my fic format but this did all actually happen #and i'm still laughing at it #glossy text

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shimishimii · 1 month

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rich ginger, eight figure, that's my type

⟿ wc; 407

⟿ Childe x gn reader ; fluff

⟿ my hc is Childe's great at making money but not at managing it, when you tell him he's like a sugar daddy, he takes it as a compliment

good thing Childe has a lot of money, because he’s bad at keeping them.

“If this goes there or that goes this”

“What? ….whaaaaaat????” childe complains, grabbing the notebook. “where did these numbers come from???”

There’s a quiz in accounting tomorrow and if he is on the way to failing, well he might, if you weren’t there for him.

“wasn’t it add and subtract only?” he scans the pages, wondering where’d all these problems came from. He already has a lot, why would they add more?

“Yes, but with letters and lot more tweaks”

“Why do even people put letters with numbers?” Childe gives up.

“You obviously didn’t listen to the introduction during lectures” you say with a light chuckle and Childe could just kiss your right now if he does not need to break these cryptic math conundrums, which you call word problems.

He complains, “the calculator can do it for me,” his confidence is unfazed since he passed the previous term relying on his instinct and sheer luck.

“Unfortunately, because of your financial decisions, I am doing it for you,” you reply “go on and thank the calculator, not your partner keeping your bank account sane” you took his notebook from him and gave a sarcastic smile.

Truthfully, he really doesn’t count his money, expenses do not seem to matter to him. During your first month of dating, you were baffled why he is not getting broke. Childe would even go off swiping his card left and right.

‘Money can’t buy happiness, but at least I can buy the things that makes you happy, which makes me happy too’, that’s what he says.

Thankfully, you are there, reminding him to spend wisely as much as you can. You tell him to pay attention to his financial management while keeping track of receipts during dates and making sure nothing goes off past his savings.

Honestly, Childe is actually wary of his expenses, and amazingly proficient with stock market. He makes sure he gets decent earning.

Besides, how could he not help himself spend a little more than the ‘20%’ rule when he sees your eyes light up at some plushie? or when you ramble how you want to get a certain character but gacha system sucks? or that new shade of lipbalm you want to try?

Surely, a good boyfriend should do something right? Wait until you hear a new bank account he opened and filled just for you.

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #childe x reader #childe x you #childe fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x gn reader #childe x gn reader #keybored

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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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I don’t have a title for this one but here’s the ‘vash fingering the reader’ fic y’all have all been chomping at the bit for. I specifically had ‘98 Vash in mind for this one but left it vague enough for y’all to pick your poison

Vash/Reader, NSFW, 2,200+ Words, AFAB! Reader, GN! Pronouns for reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, outdoor sex, male hands-free orgasm

As you knew him now, Vash The Stampede was a lot of things. A gunman, a pacifist, a bleeding heart, a man who had saved many and lost so many, many more. He was somber, yet cheerful. Clever, yet at times incredibly dense.

But if there was one thing Vash The Stampede wasn't, he certainly wasn’t the jealous type. At least, that’s what you had thought up until tonight.

You barely even remembered what you were doing before Vash had led you out of the small saloon and into the alley in between it and the neighboring building. The gentle buzz of alcohol still thrumming through your veins, you only vaguely recalled bits and pieces of the conversation you’d been having with the bartender. Whatever it was you were talking about, he certainly wasn’t flirting with you, at least not in any way that you would have registered. But Vash had appeared so suddenly, hand closing gently around your wrist. He hadn't needed to drag you, as you would follow him just about anywhere, and he led you quickly out into the cool evening.

"Va-mmph?!" Your voice was muffled by a hot mouth meeting yours, sloppy and tasting vaguely of beer. His tongue prodded into your mouth, slick and sweet as he crowded himself up against you as close as he could get. His broad chest pressed you into the siding of the building next door, bracketing you in and leaving no room for the chilled night air. He pulled away with a slick pop and a sharp gasp, and you placed a hand on his forehead to keep him from leaning in again. "What's going on with you?"

He whined audibly, squirming against your hand. As soon as you relented and put it down he tucked his head into the crook of your neck and mouthed hotly at your pulse point. A shuddery groan slipped from his lips at your hitched gasp, and he cradled your hips with both hands as he traced his sharp canines down the slope of your neck. "Mmh… Nothin'."

"Are you drunk?"

"Uh-uh. Jus' a little tipsy." Despite the scent on his breath, you believed him. He wasn't wavering or stumbling, the only slur in his words coming out because he couldn't stand to part his lips from your soft, sun-kissed skin, even for a moment. He mouthed hotly at the slope of your jawbone, cybernetic hand squeezing around your clothed hip. "Missed you, you didn't come dance with me."

You shivered, fingers tangling in Vash's spiky locks as he left a ticklish trail of kisses down the curve of your jaw and back to your neck. "I was-mmh… was just trying to finish my drink."

He let out a soft, petulant grumble, nuzzling into your neck and squeezing you tight like a child protecting their favorite stuffed animal. You chuckled, craning your head to press a kiss to the top of his ear and getting a little shudder in response that seemed to run through Vash down to the tips of his toes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to ignore you." You cooed. The pale skin on the tip of his ear flushed a lovely shade of pink. "Was Wonderboy feeling a little jealous?"

"You're so mean to me." He whined. "Left me alone, wouldn't dance, and now you're making fun of me." He blew a raspberry into the soft skin of your neck, making you burst into surprised giggles.

"Well… I'm here now. Want me to make it up to you?"

He nodded, fangs scraping once more down the dark spot he'd sucked into your neck. "Might've had a little something in mind."

Before you could even question him, Vash had already sunk to his knees before you with a soft thud. Fingers tightened in his hair as he pressed a kiss to the button of your pants and both hands came up to caress the backs of your thighs.

"Vash?!" You hissed, tugging at his straw-blond locks. Nuzzling his nose against the soft strip of skin between your shirt's hem and your waistband, he glanced up at you through where your hands had ruffled his hair into messy bangs. His eyes reflected the light of the moon creeping in at the end of the alleyway, glinting eagerly up at you. He took the hem of your shirt between his teeth, shooting you a playful wink as he did that caused you to smother a snort of laughter. "Fine, you dork. But you better not let us get caught. We'll never hear the end of it from the girls."

"I'll be careful." His prosthetic hand came back around to wrestle open the button of your jeans, Vash's cheek resting on your thigh the entire time. "I don't wanna let anybody else see you like this."

"I knew you were jeal-OUS!" The smug teasing tone in your voice trailed off into a sharp yelp when Vash yanked your jeans and panties down your legs in one fell swoop. He'd barely gotten them halfway down your thighs before giving up, pressing his nose into the thatch of dark, curly hair between your legs and sighing, almost relieved. "S-slow down! I haven't even showered yet tonight, so just… just take it easy!"

He moaned and it rumbled through your already-sensitive pussy, making your knees quiver dangerously. His warm hand was still clutching the back of your thigh, and you felt like even if your legs gave out he'd be able to keep you supported with that one hand alone. You spread your legs as much as you could with the fabric of your pants constructing your movement. The cool air caught the slick wetness that had already begun to pool there. Leaning in, Vash pressed a barely-there kiss to your swollen clit that made your hips buck helplessly towards his waiting mouth. He kissed you again, this time swiping his tongue upwards through your damp folds after he did, tongue slick and warm and so, so eager. He spread your lips and licked further into you like he couldn't bear to be away. Your balance pitched and shifted dangerously as your legs shook, but Vash kept you held firmly in place as he worshipped your sticky cunt with his mouth. In the back of your mind you vaguely recognized the insistent, longing motions as ones you would feel with his lips pressed against yours as he groaned into your open mouth and his hands palmed you anywhere he could reach.

It was that thought- the fuzzy but mostly coherent idea that Vash was on his knees before you, making out with your aching pussy, that brought a sharp, stifled cry to your lips. Your fingers twisted sharply in his hair, but it only served to further tangle his normally styled locks and pull a rumbling groan from the pit of Vash's chest.

"So good…" He moaned, more to himself than to you. "Feels so good, mayfly. Need more? I can give you more."

Your core pulsed eagerly in response, hips twitching subconsciously as they sought out more of his touch, his tongue, his hot breath against your sensitive skin. "Please. Please, Vash."

"I'm here, I'm here. I've got you." He nudged your thighs the slightest bit further apart with his cybernetic hand before bringing two fingers up to swipe through your sopping folds. Usually his prosthetic felt relatively warm to the touch, either by the sun or by the restless energy that seemed to thrum through him at all times. But against the unrelenting heat of your core his fingers were almost cold as he crooked the index one up and into your waiting hole. There was almost no resistance with the slick of his spit and your aching arousal, your walls fluttering helplessly around the welcome intrusion as you breathed in a shaky gasp through your nose. He began to pump his finger in and out of you, the steady movement against your walls making a wet squelching noise that made your face flush hot. Cheek pressed against your upper thigh, you could feel each hot pant of breath curling over your pussy as his pace increased. Hooking his finger upwards towards your stomach, the sudden and unrelenting pressure on your g-spot made you yelp as sudden wetness gushed down into the palm of his hand. You could hear slick spattering into his palm with every sharp thrust, dripping down with the sweat along your inner thighs before his tongue eagerly swept it away.

"More…" You sobbed, barely able to keep your upper body upright as your knees shook and buckled, supported by Vash's iron grip. "Please, jus' need another… please." His hand retreated for only a moment before he pressed two metal fingers up into your cunt and suckled your clit into his hot mouth. You wailed, voice echoing along the alleyway but you were too far gone to even care, fisting both hands in Vash's blond locks as you humped his perfect mouth. He moaned against you again, pleasure rattling up your body from your clit all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes, thrumming like a live wire as your upper body curled forward around Vash's head, nothing in your brain beyond the constant spark-storm of pleasure that came from grinding your cunt against his face.

Peering down past his kneeling form you could see his knees were spread wide, tight leather of his pants pulled taut around the bulge of his cock. With both hands supporting you and keeping you upright, all he could do was rut his hips pathetically against the open air, leather squeaking as he desperately chased a similar sense of release. He sucked your clit again, hard, tonguing the swollen bud as two unrelenting fingers pounded your g-spot until you were seeing stars.

"Vash I'm gonna cu-MMMH!~" You didn't even have time to finish your sentence before white-hot pleasure was wracking your doubled-over body. You writhed and shivered in Vash's steady hold as he worked you through it, pace slowing but never fully stopping as you gasped and sobbed and clenched around his ceaseless fingers again, and again, and again, your arousal pooling in his palm and dribbling down the seams and joints of his prosthetic.

Thank God it was waterproof, that would not have been a fun fix to have to explain.

Finally, finally, when the pleasure began to prickle on the edge of pain, only then did Vash remove his mouth from your clit with a slick sound, pressing a final kiss to the swollen, aching bud. Fingers slipped from your heat as your knees finally gave out on you fully, and his hands on the backs of your thighs guided you carefully down as you slumped into his lap, back scraping against the siding of the building behind you the entire way.

"There you go, I've got you. So good, so pretty…" Despite the slick still covering his lips and chin you let Vash pepper your cheeks with kisses, soothing hands massaging away the ache in your thighs. You swiped feebly at his damp chin, trying to wipe your own slick away only to have him chase after your palm and swipe it clean with his tongue.

"That was… God. That was fun." You finally wheezed out, making Vash stifle a bark of laughter. "Anything I can do for you? Gimme a minute to recover, but I could-"

"I'm, uh, I'm actually pretty good." He shifted awkwardly beneath you, knees spreading the slightest bit further. Only now did you realize you couldn't feel his straining cock pressing up against your butt through stiff leather. "Turns out I like getting my hair pulled, fancy that."

You rolled your hips experimentally, Vash sucking in a sharp gasp through his teeth when you did. "Did you… Did you cum? Just from eating me out?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Since when have you cared about the law?" You joked, unable to stop the smile creeping across your face as you watched his get noticeably redder beneath the moonlight. "Fuck, that's really hot."

He gave you a sheepish grin, leaning in to give you another soft peck when…

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TWO GO?!"

You startled hard, bonking your forehead against Vash's and both of you pulling away with a wince and a hiss.

"Aw shit, it's Meryl. Gimme my pants." You whispered, grabbing for the waistband and trying to wrestle them back up while still seated in Vash's lap. She hadn't seen the two of you yet, but judging by the echo in her voice she was pretty close by.

"What about me?!"

"Just try not to walk weird. You're wearing black leather, she's not gonna notice."

"But it's gonna get all sticky and gross." He winced as you squirmed against him, finally able to wrestle your jeans up enough to button them shut.

"Should have thought of that earlier. C'mon, the sooner we get back the sooner we can get back to the room and shower." You stumbled to your feet and took a few shaky steps towards the entrance of the alleyway before casting a sly glance over your shoulder. "I mean, unless you don't want to shower with me?"

Vash snapped to his feet in an instant, eyes gleaming as he fell into step right behind you.

"Woof!"

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun x reader #trigun imagines #trigun stampede #trigun smut #my writing #long post

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Sam reacts to: Who Is the Real Dan Howell?

What parallel universe have we entered that we got another video so quickly?? Also the fact that only Dan was on the thumbnail briefly had me thinking this is a Dan solo video and I just, accepted that.

- "How do I please my husband" PHIL WHAT THE FUCK. Wedding hill is so real I am not even joking anymore.

- So much touching I am just thinking of @danrifics every time Dan softly puts his hands on Phils shoulder.

- OH MY GOD PHIL WHEN DID PHIL BECOME THE HORNY ONE OUT OF THESE TWO

- They are wearing so much color in this video, and lowkey matching, like the colors of Phil's sweater are the same shades as Dan's and it's doing things to me.

- I am not going to lie, the sponsors just make me giggle these days like babe they broke.

- "Full drag race challenge" please more gay jokes like this that aren't just incredibly horny, my lesbian ace self is very thankful.

- Phil clutching his pearls (aka his non existent boobs) why has this become a thing?

- "Can we take a moment... who is googling how to chew gum" He sounded so genuinely soft and confused when he said that it made me laugh.

- Dan calling boobs lumps and Phil trying to save it and Dan just breaking out into the full song, all lyrics memorized.

- Dan stop looking at Phil (they kissed after this, I am just going full demon, but come on)

- THEY EDITED THIS THEMSELVES. First video in a hot minute that where no editor is credited which is CURIOUS.

- Dan I do not want to know how to suck dick THANK YOU VERY MUCH I AM FINE ACTUALLY

- "I would wave my trunk around" PHIL ARE YOU LISTENING TO YOURSELF I AM SOBBING and the fact Dan didn't even point it out and just looked at Phil all wtf.

- "How to be cunty" YES DAN BE CUNTY

- "Twitter just shut up"ohhh Dan talking like the tumblr phannies

- HOW DO THEY KEEP MOVING CLOSER like they are basically sitting in each others lap at this rate. They always start out with a reasonable distance and then just lean into each other the entire video.

- "Get a cat" YES GET A CAT

- SHOULDER TOUCHING FUCK OOOOOOOFF

I am severely unwell actually bye.

#Who Is the Real Dan Howell?#dan and phil #amazingphil #dan howell #phil lester #phan #dnpgames #sam reacts

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yukidragon · 2 months

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Sunny Day Jack - Mafia AU - Family Business

After my last post about the Blouin family in the Mafia AU for Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack I wound up going on a little extra ramble over on my twitter (calling it X is too weird for me) about how the family business got started. I figured I'd post it here too to make it easier to read and reference later.

It all started with a small business run by the beautiful Alma Blouin and her husband ???

I'd call him [Redacted] but that alias is taken already, so let's stick with what was written in the family tree, shall we?

I was inspired by Makes me Smile, an engaging story written by Sauce that takes place in the SunnyTime Town AU, that it actually started as a family-run traveling carnival that was a cover for more shady business. The family name and business wound up taking up some permanent roots in St. Valens because of Marceau.

There were more opportunities in that crime-riddled city to do backrooms deals, score illicit substances, and other stuff like that. St. Valens was a city rife with crooked cops and people with dubious morals. Sadly, this hasn't changed in present day. If anything, it's only gotten worse. It just can hide behind a shiny new coat of paint and colorful smiles thanks to the Blouin family taking over so many local businesses under their brand name of SunnyTime LLC.

Lucy Connolly is actually responsible for the SunnyTime brand, which is one reason why she kept her last name even after marrying Marceau Blouin. Since she was young, she wanted to make it big in the city, really clean up the town. She succeeded in making it big, but somewhere along the way she got sucked into a world full of sin and vice where her formally black and white view of morality was blurred with many shades of gray. She's still trying to do the right thing, particularly for her family and people she wants to protect, but sometimes she found it was necessary to do morally questionable things to do it. It was a slow corruption of innocence in a sense.

In a way, Jack gets his more twisted view on right and wrong from Lucy, as Marceau is a bit more up front about how messed up the criminal underworld is and their involvement in it. Jack tries to keep things as "friendly" as possible if he can help it, so to speak.

Marceau started off the business in St. Valens with an entertainment club. You had to know the right signs to get access to the good stuff they didn't show on the menu, stuff that could get you thrown in jail if you didn't have the money to pay off the cops.

One night, Lucy stopped by the club that had suddenly got so popular, thinking it was entirely legitimate, and it led to that fateful first encounter between her and Marceau.

Marceau didn't think he'd be staying in St. Valens long, even if he was trying to take advantage of the place for as long as possible, but Lucy was invested in the city, as it was her hometown. She was friendly and outgoing, and she knew a lot of people there. She grew up with them.

Lucy had a good sense for business, which places would be good to snap up for a song. She knew about the issues with many local gangs and how they intimidated local businesses into giving them a cut of their earnings to not get roughed up. She wanted to stop that sort of thing from happening so that innocent people could live their lives without fear.

Which is why the Blouin family in the present does take care of the citizens of St. Valens and stomp out more unsavory practices like human trafficking. Essentially Lucy wanted justice and went vigilante. (Insert Joker reference/joke here.) When it became clear that not everyone she tried to save was good, well…

That led into her corrupted world view and a more "ends justify the means" approach.

Marceau had been taught to watch his back and stand on his own, not having the best home life. In a sense, Lucy taught him to care more about others, that he could have someone he could trust to watch her back, and he taught her how to not let others take advantage of her and those she cares for.

Really, in the present day, the Blouins own a lot of businesses in a variety of sectors, from entertainment to scientific research to home electronics to weapons manufacturing. They're spread out across not just the SunnyTime LLC brand, but plenty of sub-companies with different names that the average person might not realize is owned by them. The SunnyTime brand has become a known trustworthy across the country and are spreading out slowly internationally.

Well… technically the family business is known internationally, just not in any public circles, and not under any brand name. Marceau alone has committed quite a few international crimes, though no one has been able to pin anything on him publicly. Lucy does a good job of keeping their public facing image squeaky clean, and she won't anyone hurt or take away any of her family.

Now that Jack is in charge, it's his turn to take care of the family and the business. Despite his issues with human touch, both them, and his sunshine, are in good hands.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #DachaBo #Aphrodesia #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Mafia AU

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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ways people write the companions that make me go hmmm

Gage excluded because I haven't seen enough portrayals of him

Cait; Poor Cait has such confusing, odd writing choices that I can’t blame anyone for doing this, but...when she’s boiled down to either Tough Irish Gal or Traumatized, with little dimension. Again, Bethesda does this themselves in text, depending on ??? so it’s not, like, a big deal. My advice for writing Cait is to remember that she exists outside of being Irish or Traumatized. She’s read/read about Freud, for example. So, she presumably learned to read, likely self-taught. If she read something psychology related, she must have taken an interest in it. That sort of thing. The best way to write Cait is to not take the obvious answer, because Cait’s depth itself isn’t obvious.

Curie; When people write Curie as a stupid, horny, smol bean 2 gud 4 dis world, i throw up in my mouth. Same as Cait, this is Bethesda’s fault. They have a habit of going for funny dialogue instead of sensible. There is no reason for Curie to say half the shit she does, she says it because someone thought it was funny, or worse, sexy. I’d recommend going through Curie’s likes/dislikes and dialogue even more so than I do other companions. Curie has a lot of edges if you go looking for them. Y’know Covenant? Curie supports Covenant. Also, she’s literally a robot in a human body. She’s 200+ years old, too. Make her fucking weird. Y’know how elves/fae are? Like that. Bonus if you make her friendliness off-putting. Being friends with a doctor gets annoying, speaking from personal experience. Also, being a doctor, she knows all about sex and sexual pleasure. She’s not confused what a dick is

Hancock; please acknowledge other aspects of his character beyond horny, sad, or high. He has them, I swear. Do you even know his parents’ names? No. You care only about ghoul dick or stoner jokes. He’s not even a stoner, he does the Fallout equivalent of meth/adderall. Much like Deacon, he does and thinks about other shit. I joke with Hancock as well, but you might notice that none of my actual reacts/headcanons open and close with shit like “he huffs some jet with one hand, fingers you with the other, and thinks about how he sucks”

Danse; i promise you, Paladin Danse is not hypervigilant of people’s asses/tits/dicks/whatevers. He’s not imagining having sex with your busty Sole every time he looks at them. That’s not just not Danse, it’s also very creepy and dehumanizing to both Danse and Sole. Is Sole not more than their tits? Other companions get the too-horny treatment as well, but I see Danse getting it worse of all. Sometimes he’s written as absolute manchild regarding sex, knowing literally nothing, same as Curie. I say Danse doesn’t know what jerking off is as a joke, but he probably knows. But Chronic Virgin Danse is usually a light-hearted joke, Hypersexual Danse is just fucking weird. It gets into unhealthy territory. Like...Danse wouldn’t want to fight people flirting with his crush. He wouldn’t even get aggressive if he was dating Sole. He’s not a hotheaded asshole. Annoyed at best, rude at worst. It’s giving Fifty shades/Twilight/After.

Deacon; You guys know that when Deacon takes a shit, he isn’t dedicating it to Barbara, right? He isn’t dedicating it to his own redemption, or saving synths? He isn’t thinking up a cool lie to make about the shit-taking? When he has a drink of water, he isn’t like, “Barb used to drink water.” or “The U.P Deathclaws drank water” or “I’m gonna say I killed a behemoth with a water bottle!” Deacon has other thoughts and motivations beyond the meme or the sad. I can’t judge too much, because Deacon himself would approve of being thought of like this, but good god. Just let the dude be a dude sometimes. Let him shit in peace.

MacCready; might be because he’s the most solidly written, but very few complaints with most MacCready stuff. Him being a little perverted is in character, he’s 22. However, I have seen people straight up forget Duncan and Lucy. It’s okay, though. So did Bethesda.

Nick; Also usually solid, the most common crime is that aforementioned After Shades of Twilight writing. Nick is not a possessive dude. He’s even less likely than Danse to get aggressive over his partner. Yeah, sure, he’s a cop, but is that really the fantasy you want? Really?

Piper; I have...famously strong opinions on Piper, but good god. Blue this, Blue that, I’m gonna write about this, this’ll look good in my paper, I’m putting this in the news. Oh my God. You’d think Sole was a fucking SMURF with how many writers call them Blue. You’d think Piper dragged her writing press behind her like Sisyphus heaving his boulder along. Same as Deacon and Hancock, SHE DOES OTHER SHIT. People bend over backwards trying to work in the fact she’s a reporter. Same as Cait, the obvious is not interesting.

Preston; fuck the settlement jokes, I hate it when Preston is turned into an UwU soft boy baby cinnamon roll 2 gud 4 dis world UwU sunshine sweetie pie cutie. Whenever someone does this, they don’t actually like Preston. They have no thoughts, no feelings, they just...I don’t know, want to be contrarion to Preston haters? “Imagine not liking Preston, couldn’t be me ;333″ you realize this is racist, right? Like, you know infantilizing black men is racist? Oh my God you don't know this is racist

X6-88; SPEAKING OF FUCKING RACISM. The highest discourse I’ve seen around X6 is calling it ableist to HC him as autistic, but that is NOT the biggest issue with X6 writing. X6-88 is best described as, like, a very expensive, very spoiled cat of a rich, Old Money asshole. You know the Evil Stepmother’s cat in Cinderella? That bitch. That’s X6 in a nutshell. That’s how you write X6. I’m not even going to get into the racist ass portrayals of X6 because fuck is it tiring, just gonna leave you with this; X6 is best when you see his character for the humor and genuinely interesting philosophies in it, and not when you see him as a BDSM hardcore porn big dick sex god dominant daddy who likes spanking.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #x6 discourse makes me so tired #its also Bethesdas fault like with everything else but omg #the coldest takes. yall have the coldest takes with this man

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m00nlight-ramblings · 6 months

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Me and the Devil

While in the upside down, Eddie and the crew meet Death herself.

Pairings: Eddie x female (even though she's ethereal?) character

Warnings: talks of death, general spooky gothic stuff?, swearing. MINORS DNI

Requested: yes

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: The entire crew is in the Upside Down for this one, let's bend the canon a little lol. Graphic and story made my by me. I do not give permission for my work to shared or re-posted. Pictures in graphic found on Pinterest, I do not own them. Thank you!

Eddie's chest heaved as the final bat (hell-bat? What the hell even were these things?) slammed into the ground, a high-pitched squeal escaping its body before he met it with his wooden bat, blood spilling on the ground.

"Oh god, Steve! Steve are you okay?" Nancy rushed to his side as he gently laid his back on the ground, his open wounds noticeable from multiple feet away. The sound of Nancy yelling Steve's name sent Dustin and Mike running to him to inspect. Eddie dropped his bat and ran walked over, almost afraid to get too close.

"Yeah, I'm...fine? No, I mean I'm not but, I-"

"Shut up for a second. Here, let's help. Will someone help him up with me?" Robin said, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder. Nancy took the other, propping him up gently as Steve groaned in pain.

Everyone seemingly sprang into action at the same time - trying to clear and clean an area for Steve, squawking over what we could do to help, ripping of clothes to create makeshift wrappings.

Eddie's head began to spin, sending a dizzy spell through him. So, just to get it straight, not only did the entire town of Hawkins hate him and want him dead for something he didn't even do, but now he was in Hell (sorry, the "Upside Down"), and was fighting a supernatural entity in order to save the planet - no, the universe? And on top of that, one of his friends almost met his end right in front of him?

Okay...so, this was overwhelming.

The voices from the group barking over each other made sweat break out on Eddie's forehead, and Steve's groaning wasn't making it any better. Panic started to rise in Eddie's stomach as his heart raced and wait a minute, when did he start pacing? Ringing his hands to try and expunge some of his excess anxiety, Eddie's mouth couldn't stop from moving:

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh Jesus Christ! Oh shit, okay, oh shit-"

And suddenly, a whistle.

A whistle so clear, and so loud, it silenced the group instantly. Eddie's anxiety ceased at once as he met the faces of the others - everyone's brows an identical shade of furrowed and confused.

"What the hell is that?" Dustin murmured, staying completely still. His eyes shifted around him, trying to find the source of the whistle. The whistle, that, somehow, had shushed the thunder and lightning of the Upside Down.

As the whistle grew louder, the group knitted closer around Steve (and each other) - even though they didn't know who or what it was, somehow the closeness made them feel more secure. Eddie's eyes met Steve's, which were unreadable.

Suddenly, a woman stepped out from a cluster of rocks a few feet away. As she stepped out, the air seemed to get sucked out from under them, and a bolt of lightening struck ways away; lighting up the sky, but having no noise.

The woman, dressed in an all black - perhaps a shroud that was tightly wrapped around her body - was the source of the whistling. As she stepped out and closer to the group, the sound got louder, sending shivers down Eddie's back. Her dark eyes danced and she smirked.

A hunter playing with their prey.

The group collectively stepped back as she moved forward.

"Well, hello." She purred, stopping and scanning the group. She removed the hood that encapsulated her face, sliding it down to her shoulders, revealing a swath of dark hair. “It seems I’ve been...called.”

“No!” Robin immediately shouted, unable to keep her mouth shut, “No calling done here! No one here called you, you must have the wrong number! A-a-actually, we don’t even have a phone down here!”

“Robin shut up.” Mike hissed, keeping his eyes on the woman and not moving her lips.

The woman laughed, which sent another shiver down Eddie’s spine. He eyed the wooden bat that he had left on the ground, a mere inches away from this woman’s foot.

Fuck, he thought, I’m such a fucking idiot. The woman took another step forward and smiled fully now, showing her impeccably white teeth. Whoever this woman was, she wasn't good news.

"No, no no..." She started to circle the group slowly, eyeing each one of us individually. The pause she was taking in her speech made us all even more uneasy. Finally, she looked at Steve, "A phone, dear, is not how I'm called. Think of it as..." She breathed in deeply, as if we were in some beautiful wildflower field and not the hellscape of the Upside Down, "A universal call. Psychic or..." She waved a hand in the air, "Whatever. Anyway-"

She took a large step in to Steve and looked at him, starting at his feet, "The universe called, and I answered."

"And what...exactly are you here to do?" Nancy protectively stepped out from under Steve's arm, earning a muted groan from him, "Who even are you?"

The woman made a small O with her mouth, nodding her head slowly, "Oh well, I'm Death, darling."

"WHAT?!" Dustin, Robin, Mike, and Eddie screamed out, taking a comically large step back from her.

"Oh come now, friends, it's just my job. And everyone's gotta work, right? So...just let me do my job and I'll be on my way and -" Suddenly, Death stopped. She tilted her head and bit the inside of her cheek, examining something.

Eddie couldn't help but follow her gaze, straight to El.

"My, my, my..." She finally spoke. She waved a finger, pushing Mike to the side without even touching them. "Do my eyes deceive me, or are you who I think you are?"

El, obviously terrified, stayed still as a statue as Death examined her. Eddie couldn't help but move closer, almost involuntarily.

"My, yes, I think you are," Death extended a finger (with a long, black-painted nail) and brushed a piece of El's hair behind her ear, "It is an honor to meet you. Forgive me but, you are a bit of a...legend...in these parts. You have been the talk of the town for quite some time, you know." Death clicked behind her teeth and smiled, "I was sent here for one person, but if my boss knows of your presence, well then-"

"Absolutely not," Eddie said, stepping in between Death and El, "Like fuck you are. You aren't taking anyone today. Move the fuck along, or we'll make you."

"Eds, you're literally talking to Death herself. I don't know if you'd be able to take her." Robin grumbled, "I certainly can't..."

"Oh, my love, I'm so sorry. But if I turned my back on every single person that their friend told me not to take, I wouldn't have a job!" Death chuckled a bit, eyeing Eddie. As Eddie looked at her, he realized she looked about their age. A...teenager? Was Death? Was it a trick of the mind, or did she just present herself that way?

Eddie shook his head at this ridiculous thought - how did he get to the point where he was trying to figure the schematics of Death's age...DEATH?!

"I do admit though," Death said, smiling at Eddie, "Most people go running for the hills once they figure out who I am. It's nice to have a proper conversation every once and a while," She turned and went back to circling the group again, "So thanks, for that."

"Well - well how about we continue the...fun? Conversation!" Argyle offered, "Right? Because you...lack...stimulating conversation so much..." Argyle's voice wavered as Death turned back and started to make her way towards him. Once they were eye to eye, Argyle let out a shaky breath, "Okay, yeah. I can see why people go running for the hills. You're terrifying."

Every head in the group turned to Argyle and Nancy hissed, "Argyle!" The air was still as no one moved. Suddenly, Death laughed.

Hard.

"Holy shit, you're funny!" She pointed at Argyle, "You're very funny! Oh fuck, I wish all my clients were like you all!" She turned to the group and smiled again, "It really is a shame I'll have to take Steve and El back with me, because you seem to all have a...good dynamic going on."

"Wait, you're here for me?" Steve suddenly asked, his eyes half open.

"Yeah you idiot, you're just realizing this?" Dustin looked at him, incredulous.

"Holy shit, that is terrifying." Steve spoke again.

"Dude, she's literally Death, what do you think she's here for?!"

"Hi, sorry to break this up," Death spoke again, interrupting Dustin and Steve's banter, "But can we wrap this up? I have a job to do."

"No! You can't!" Nancy shrieked, turning to Death as if she was an annoying sibling rather than, well...Death.

"Listen, Vecna isn't going to be too pleased when I don't return with at least ONE of the people I was called for, so-"

"Sorry, did you just say Vecna?! Your boss is Vecna?!" Mike hollered.

"Oh my god, we are so fucked." Dustin finished.

"We were so fucked before we found out her boss is Vecna, Dustin, WE ARE LITERALLY TALKING TO DEATH!" Eddie yelled, taking Dustin's shoulders and shaking them.

"Oh my god." Death rolled her eyes and walked away, sitting on a nearby rock. If they needed time to argue, then fine. She could let them argue. She had all the time in the world - she was Death, after all. As she watched a giant argument unfold between all members of the party, the feeling of annoyance that was once blooming in her chest was replaced by something else.

...sadness, was it?

No, that couldn't be. She hadn't felt sad in years...decades, centuries.

She had seen hundreds of thousands of groups of friends in the last moments of their lives - the crying, the screaming, the anger, the frightened feelings in their hearts. And the memories - the joy, the laughter, the happiness...she had experienced all the emotions with her clients. And 99.99% of the time, she was unaffected, just there to do her job.

So why was this group of seemingly giant bratty babies tugging at her heartstrings?

As she eyed the one with curly brown hair - Eddie, she remembers - she cocks her head to the side. The group's gravitational pull seemed to be much more than just this particular earthly plane - something about their dynamic, their love (and seemingly, anger) for one another made Death realize that this group was a group of soulmates. Destined to be in one another's lives in every lifetime, every dimension. And the fact that they were so young...

She had seen a few soulmate groups over her career, but never this young.

When she died (well, technically reborn as Death, according to the Devil himself) at 18-years-old, she had never had friends. Or love. Jealousy and loneliness weren't emotions that she necessarily felt from that point forward, but seeing this group together...something stirred within her.

What was it like to feel love? To feel...happy? To feel anything at all?

"Oh, fuck..." Death murmured, the pang in her heart growing. Her brain started to repeat the gnawing thought that had sparked inside of her years ago. Usually, she could shoo it away. But seeing this group...she couldn't help it.

What would life be like if she could start all over? Be normal again?

She stood, crossing her arms. "Hey," She spoke to the group.

They kept arguing.

"Hey..." She raised her voice a little louder.

Nothing.

"HEY. ASSHOLES." She shouted, silencing them. They all turned at once. "I'm going to make a deal with you," Getting up from the rock, she strode over to them, "I...will not take Steve. Or her." She pointed to El. The group all collectively sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank god." Nancy said. Death put a finger up to Nancy's face to quiet her.

"But...you have to do something for me."

"Of course..." Eddie murmured, looking at the ground.

Ignoring him, Death continued, "I became the collector of souls by a contract. Life-binding, in a sense. But..." Her voice trailed off, trying to find the right words to speak, "I...know I can leave this life behind. Get a second chance. I can become...well, not Death anymore. And I think if anyone can help me do it, it will be you all."

The group was silent. Finally, Dustin spoke, "So, like...take away all your hellish Death powers and you'd just be...human again?"

She nods, "Yes. We just need to kill Vecna, for the contract states I am indebted to him for as long as he is alive. If we kill him, and complete the ritual needed to turn me - I can handle the ritual part, don't worry - I can become human again and will start right back at my 18-year-old self."

"Oh that's it?" Dustin retorted sarcastically, "Just a simple 'kill Vecna' and boom we're good?"

"Well, I mean...we were already going to do that...so it doesn't seem like too far of a stretch..." Jonathan considered it for a moment.

"Dude are you really suggesting we let a she-devil into our group? You're suggesting we just let DEATH waltz into our group like she didn't come here to kill Steve?!" Robin shouted.

"To be fair, I could have easily killed all of you by this point if I wanted to." Death offered.

"NOT HELPING!" Robin and Will shouted to Death.

"O...kay..." Death huffed, shutting up.

"I say we do it. We don't have anything else to lose. I mean, we're in the Upside Down for fuck's sake. We're already going to kill Vecna so why not?" Eddie offered, shrugging. Death smiled at him.

She was starting to like him.

"Because this could be a trick!" Robin yelled, causing Eddie to jump, "She could be lying!"

"Um, actually, I can't lie. Since death in itself is an absolute truth, I therefore, literally cannot lie. I have to tell the truth at all times. Like...it's in my other-worldly make-up, or something." Death put a finger up to interrupt Robin.

Everyone stopped and stared at Death. There was silence for a moment, and then everyone looked at Robin. Robin made eye contact with everyone before she groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Oh, yay. Thank you so much, you won't regret it!" Death purred. She sighed happily and shrugged expectantly. She spoke again, unable to contain her smile,

"So, what do we do now?"

An hour later, with the group travelling the Upside Down, Death had fallen in line with Eddie.

"So...what's your real name? You couldn't have been born Death, right?" He asked, thinking about actually, how metal would it be if she was born "Death"?

Death shrugged, "I don't remember. I honestly don't remember much about my old life since I was turned."

"Turned?"

She nodded, "Into Death. I was just a normal, boring girl. I got into an accident - I was attacked by wolves outside of my village. I was so scared...so terrified of what had happened, and of dying, that when my soul was to be collected, the Devil made a deal with me. I became Death - I was to collect the souls of those about to die, do his dirty work - and I would never have to experience death. Eventually I was passed to many different masters - 'bosses', if you will - until I landed with Vecna. That I do remember."

Eddie whistled, "That sounds...intense."

"it was. If i knew the things I know about death now, back then, I would've died. It's a much better situation than...whatever mess I've gotten myself into."

"What are the secrets of death?"

"Ah..." Death laughed, "That's for me to know. I don't want to spoil the fun."

Eddie smiled at her and looked down at his feet. You know, for a she-devil, she wasn't so bad. "How old were you when you turned?"

"18," Death said, "For a long time, I was okay with what I was doing. I felt nothing, I had a higher purpose. Get in, collect, get out. But..." Her voice trailed off, looking into the distance in front of them, "I started to observe people in their final moments. I was able to see the memories of their life, of their family, of their relationships...and I realized I would never have that," She shook her head, "Which for a while was fine. But...centuries of never feeling can take a toll on you, I guess."

"So when you turn back..." Eddie said after a moment, "Like, when we kill Vecna and you do your ritual and whatever...what happens?"

"I turn back to a human. I start at 18 again. I get a second chance. I scoured that contract for a loophole, and when I found it...I felt the first glimmer of hope I had felt in forever. It would be re-written every time I changed masters...Vecna thinks he can never be killed. But I know he can," Death looked at Eddie with...softness in her eyes? "And whatever is happening in your world will restore itself, and I can get a second chance."

"Why the change of heart?" Eddie's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. He had stopped walking, causing Death to pause. When their eyes met again, his were filled with sadness, she noticed.

"I saw all of your arguing..." She stopped to laugh to herself, "And realized I wanted the chance to argue with friends. I wanted friends again. I want...to fall in love. Once, I had to find the soul of someone who died at a rock concert because he had overdosed. And even though that is of course, incredibly sad...it made me realize I want to experience a rock concert. Stupid, silly things like that."

Eddie blushed and started walking again, "I'm in a band. I play concerts."

Death smiled, "Do you now?"

He nodded, "Yep. I play guitar. And it's rock...well, metal. But...once this all gets squared away and you're human again, you should come to one of our shows."

Death giggled, a blush rising on her cheeks. (A blush?! Since when did she blush?) "I'd love that."

A moment of silence passed between them as the air felt hot. "Won't...your bosses be mad that you just...leave? Like, who else is gonna be Death? That's a pretty important role."

"Think of it as me quitting, without putting my two weeks in...they'll find someone else, quickly. The fear of death is not uncommon, by any means. Someone will want to 'live' forever, no matter the cost. The poor soul..." Death's voice trailed off as she thought about the person who would be replacing her.

"I'm...sorry...by the way..." Eddie started, his voice low. He looked Death in her eyes as she scrunched her face, "I'm sorry that this entire thing happened to you. It doesn't sound...fun. By any means," He sighed, one of his hands reaching to scratch the back of his head, "Actually, it sucks. But...we'll get him. And you'll be able to go back to normal. And you'll be able to go to a rock concert. I promise." He offered a smile, causing Death to smile as well.

Another blush rose on her cheeks.

"I hope so."

*3 Months After the Saving of Hawkins*

"If you guys don't hurry up now, I'm leaving you home and you won't be able to get a ride with me, so move it!" Steve shouted into the Wheeler's house, leaning on the doorframe of their front door. He sighed and checked his watch and yep, just like he thought - 15 minutes behind schedule.

Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas were the first to scamper out of basement, yelling and shouting about their current D&D campaign. Steve ushered them into the car with a smattering of "go, go, go!" Before Mike got into the car, Steve grabbed him by his collar.

"Do we have to wait for your sister or is she taking her own car?"

Mike shook his head, "No, she's taking the girls, so Max, El and Jennifer are going with her. Something about 'No Boys Allowed' when they were doing their hair and makeup or something?"

Steve rolled his eyes, "Ugh okay fine. Let's go. We're gonna be late - I don't even want to go to this show and here I am, driving you guys around AGAIN."

Steve shut the Wheeler's door just as Nancy was opening her bedroom door, the girls spilling out, giggling. Max fluffed El's hair as she walked behind her, and Nancy was re-applying her lipgloss.

"So, are you just so excited to see Eddie play tonight, Jen?" Nancy asked, teasing her innocently, "Rockstar boyfriend and all?"

Jennifer - formally "Death" - giggled and could feel the blush rising to her cheeks. "Enouuggghhh...of course I am," She giggled again, but it turned into a sigh, "Except I got a pimple for the first time in like, literally 350 years last night, like, of course the night before Eddie's big show."

"Yeah, well, you wanted to be human. Welcome to womanhood, toots!" Max said, slinging an arm around Jennifer.

~*~

As the group made their way and enjoyed Corroded Coffin's first concert since Hawkins (and the world) was saved (Steve enjoyed it, he just didn't want to admit it), they found their way over to the band at the bar. Eddie couldn't have taken his eyes off of Jennifer the entire time, no matter how hard he tried. And as he watched her walk over to him, it wasn't every different. Immediately he hopped off of his stool and wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her scent.

"Hi babe," He murmured into her ear, placing a kiss on her temple. Jennifer couldn't help by smile.

"Hi, babe. You were so good. I loved it!" She pulled away and looked at the rest of the band to compliment them. The group started to intermingle and Eddie took her hand, leading her a little bit away from the group.

"So...enjoy your first rock concert?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. She smiled and nodded, hooking one of her fingers into his jean's belt loop.

"I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." She leaned in to kiss him, the butterflies fluttering in her chest. After killing Vecna, when she had completed the ritual and saw Eddie for the first time after, she had experience butterflies for the first time in 350 years.

And since them, they didn't seem to stop.

Eddie smiled into the kiss and strengthened it, cupping her cheeks with feverish hands, "I'm so happy you're here."

Jennifer nodded. It had been 3 months since she was able to turn back to a human, leaving the life of Death behind her. And with it came emotions, and schoolwork, and navigating human life...pimples, periods, sad songs, even being made fun of.

But there was also love, and her new friends, and her new "family" (being "adopted" by Hopper and pretending to be a high school student again), kissing Eddie, passing notes to Nancy in classes, popcorn, going to the mall, watching movies on the couch, the promise of a rollercoaster of a normal, human life.

She looked Eddie in the eyes, grabbing his hands again. "I'm happy I'm here, too."

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Will I ever be able to write a short oneshot again? Who knows. But I had so much fun writing this one! What did you guys think?!

Reminder: my inbox is open for requests to head over there and fill it, I'm itching to write!

#eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

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vidalinav · 6 months

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I just wanna say that if omegaverse Nessian was a thing the chances of Nesta humping Cassian’s thigh during her heat and him just letting her and praising her for it are very very high

Ps: please keep the snippets coming, they’re marvellous.

I've decided that when I feel like I suck at writing, I'll write a little something I suck at.

Nesta writhed against him, gasping and grasping at his waist as if she meant to keep him still, hold him right there where his thigh met her clit. Cassian could already feel the wetness soaking through his pants, but no amount of Nesta was ashamed of her movement. Her face was made of pure ecstasy. She was pure torture. Sin and saving all at once.

"Touch me," she called--demanded, really--but Cassian instead took hold of her hands. He rubbed his thumb across her palm. Calm, he thought to himself. He had to be calm, had to be careful, because even if she was filled with enough fire to wage war, she was still only human.

And her heart beat too fast.

She was too small for him to let loose and bury himself inside her like he wanted. She could beg, but Cassian would tear her apart. He would snap her neck if he just gripped her too quickly.

"Yes," Nesta moaned at his cautious expression. "Do all of that. I want to be filled with you. I want to feel you in my throat."

"You want to be fucked," Cassian confirmed, every bit of him trying to remain clinical. "But you'll regret it. You'll hate me for it."

"Not if your good," she pressed, circling her hips. "Not when I'm this soaked and ready for you."

"You're trying to tempt me."

Indeed, her skin was flushed a pretty red, his new favorite shade, and there was nothing her nightgown could do to hide those generous breasts. He wanted to bite, tease, suck on her tits until she begged for his cock, by then... he'd only give her his fingers.

He'd make her work for it, make her beg until the only word she could manage was his name over and over again, like a rhyme. A poem. Some prayer.

Say you want me even after this is over and I'm yours.

"I can get you a tonic," he managed instead, even as his heart seemed to squeeze at the words. He could hear the word idiot replay in his mind. "It'll suppress the heat hormones and it'll be good for you."

"Your mouth would be good for me--your tongue."

#omegaverse nessian #nessian #nesta archeron #vidalinav writes snippets

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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can i request a billy hargrove fluff/angst oneshot? maybe where reader gets in his car after school crying and his brain goes brrrrrr *microwave noises* unsure what to do but reader says stupid jason carver was picking on her and a switch flips in him and he gets M A D ready to punch his face in??

Omg I got you boo I love a protective man and Billy is just *MWUAH*. I’ll try to keep it simple but this gave me a lot of good ideas. Might make a larger story later!

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Cursing and fighting

It was a dumb shirt, you knew wearing it to school was going to be a problem but the whole morning was a shit show so you didn’t have time to change. It was a really nasty shade of green and it fit you like a box. The sweatpants you decided to wear just made you look like you just rolled out of bed, because you had. Oversleeping makes one panic in the morning that’s for damn sure. School was just as bad, especially since Jason Carver woke up and chose you to be his victim today. All day he had been calling you names, knocking your books out of your hand and harassing you about your best friend. Billy was popular but Jason hated him, and because of your class schedule you barely got to see Billy during the day. Lunch time he was being held in a lunch detention for falling asleep in another class so Jason took the opportunity to throw apple juice at you. The day just sucked.

Finally the bell rang and you just wanted to go home, Billy usually took you but you didn’t want to wait for him because Jason was hot on your heels.

“Gonna run home and cry about how the big bad basketball players were mean to you today? Yeah? Wittle cry baby? You’re pathetic.”

You just pushed on outside, wanting to just go the fuck home.

“No wonder your dad died! I’d want to too if my daughter was a fat bitch like you!”

God. Damn. You. Jason. Your legs stopped working for a few moments. He just had to yell your business so the whole fucking school could hear it. Embarrassed tears streaked your face as you ran to the comfort of a certain blue Camaro. Billy wasn’t inside yet but you had his spare key; perks of being the best friend. You sat down and began crying so loud that when he opened his door you didn’t even hear it.

“….if you bleed on my seats you need to pay for it to be cleaned.”

Billy had no idea what to do. He’d only ever seen you cry once, and it was when your dad died. He usually was the one crying in front of you. You shot a glare at him through your tears.

“I’m not on my period idiot.”

“…so are you gonna tell me or are you gonna do the dumb girl thing where you just cry and make everyone else miserable too?”

Sometimes you questioned your friendship, and your secret love for him. He could be a real asshole.

“Jason fucking Carver. He’s been on my ass all day and then…he just…he said…something about my dad…”

Billy’s attitude switched immediately. He may have been an ass but he loved you. You knew him, all of him, and you didn’t judge him at all. You were always there for him; like when Neil got to physical and you patched him up in your bathroom, or when he got into a fight at a party and you got in Tommy’s face for trying to start shit when he was too drunk to fight. You were always in his corner.

“Finally.”

Billy threw open his car door and b-lined it to the fucking prick. You followed, not stopping him because part of you wanted to see Jason get his shit ROCKED.

“Well, Well. The ogre had her little boyfriend come and save the day.”

Jason laughed with his friends but Billy didn’t stop or slow down at all. He stormed right up to Jason and DECKED him. Jason fell back and you gasped, happy but surprised at the intensity of Billy’s punch.

“Yea well leave my girlfriend alone and you won’t have to see me again. If you fuck with her at ALL anymore, you’ll never walk again.”

Girlfriend? You were still stuck on that when Billy aggressively pulled you back towards his car. Jason could be heard groaning about a broken nose but you were focused on Billy.

“Ready?”

“Ready for what? What do you mean girlfriend? What the fuck happened back there??”

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to knock his dumb ass out. We’re basically already dating, I think you’re hot you think I’m hot don’t get your pantyhose in a twist.”

You were dumbfounded.

“You’re such a romantic Hargrove.”

You rolled your eyes, but Billy killed the car engine and sighed.

“Look, I want to take you on a date, like a real one and I want to be good to you the way you are to me; I just didn’t want to bring it up after I got into a fight. I wanted to ask you later. But since you’re being a brat about it, yeah. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Jesus this boy was so dumb. You just laughed to yourself and nodded.

“Okay Billy. But you have to do this right. I’m not one of your groupies okay?”

He chuckled and eyed you.

“Oh I know. They dress so much better than you.”

“I WAS RUNNING LATE YOU FU—“

He shut you up with a way overdue kiss. This was going to be an interesting adventure.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #billy x you #billy could have been saved #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x you #stranger things

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roadkillremi · 8 months

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Glances Exchanged

Tatum Riley X F!Reader

^Picture above does not dictate readers appearance^

MasterList

Summary : after a long painful crush on Tatum. The truth comes out in front of her and her boyfriend.

Warnings: language, underaged drinking, mentions drunk dad, being outted. A corny truth or dare. I know just read it.

There was something about her pink lipgloss. The way she slid it on perfectly and licked her lips. You wondered if it tasted like bubblegum or strawberry. The wind blew lightly moving her bangs in her face. She smiled as Stu fixed her hair, you looked away trying to hide the realization.

"You're staring again." Randy whispered holding his sad brown bag of lunch. You looked down and stared walking towards the fountain.

"I didn't mean too-" you muttered. He chuckled, "Uh-huh. Like how you didn't mean to stare at her tits last week?". You glared at him wanting him to shut up. You sat in your usual spot, "Y/N! Finally you can save me from all this... testosterone" she cringed. You smiled, "Sure.". Stu kissed her cheek, "Yeah like you don't enjoy it.".

Your stomach knotted even more. Twisting in new directions, you wanted to puke and hide. More of hide and then puke.

"Anyway." She rolled her eyes looking at you. You took a bite of a pretzel, "Stus having a small party, you in?".

"Uh, the last "Small Party" was around 100 people.." you corrected. She smirked, "it's just gonna be me, Stu, Sydney, Billy, and.. Randy.".

Tatum had this sick thought of you and Randy together. Which wouldn't work due to you not liking Randy, or men. You blinked, "Uh..".

"She'll come." Randy chimed in. You gave him a look hoping it'd explode his head. You turned back towards Tatum, "I have homework..".

"Aw.. come on! Don't be a buzz kill!" Stu shouted. He gently hit your shoulder. You inhaled deeply, "Okay. But only us? Got it?" You pointed at the two of them.

"Sure thing, Mary Poppins." Stu scoffed.

Mary Poppins was the oh so glorious nickname you were given. Stu decided this because you were quoted, "the caring mom friend.". You cringed at the name, "Stop calling her that." Tatum snapped. Your face formed a shade of pink you smiled to yourself and looked down.

"What time tonight.. I'll bring some beer." You offered.

"I don't think your old man would like that" Billy jabbed. He didn't talk this whole time, you scanned his body language.

"He's too drunk to notice." You purse your lips together. You go quiet, Tatum sighed "How about you come over after school to get ready with me?". You gaze over in her direction, your eyes lit up.

"Sure." You hesitantly answered. She smiled sweetly at you, Randy playfully elbowed your side. You continued to eat your food feeling all giddy inside.

2 hours later

You waited by Tatum's locker, you gripped your bag tightly. You spotted her prancing down the hall with a lollipop in her mouth. She smiled jogging over to you, "I'm so excited. I'm gonna make you hotter!". Her face dropped realizing what she said.

"Not that you're not hot. Im just excited to do your makeup and stuff. I mean I'm youre beautiful without makeup-"

"Tatum." You interrupted. She glanced up at you going silent, "I get it, you're good.". She smiled in relief, "Anyway. Let's pick out clothes from your house and then go to mine.". She looped her arm through yours before walking towards the front door of the school.

"I'm thinking of that cute white skirt and a baby tee." She suggested. She pushed open the doors walking straight ahead. People scurried out of the way for her, she sucked on her lollipop pulling it out with a loud pop.

"And I can do your hair!" She gushed. You smiled, "Sure.". She swayed hips slightly bumping them into yours. Randy made eye contact with you on the way to his house. He shook his head with a toothy smile. You rolled your eyes towards him going back to listening to Tatum ramble.

The short walk to your house ended, you pulled out your keys to open the door. You invited Tatum in, "My rooms down the hall.." you instructed. She nodded observing your house, you walked to your room with her close behind you. You opened the door to your room, the lacey curtains let the light in.

"Your rooms are so cozy!" She cooed. You shrugged, "Eh, some of this shit is from when I was 5.". She looked in your closet pulling out some clothes.

"I think it's adorable. You listen to The Hole?" She asked looking at the poster. You nod, "Yeah she's so ho- er.. cool!" You corrected. She smiled, "Yeah. I'm more of a.. Madonna girl.".

"I mean she did change music culture." You smiled. She smiled back, "Exactly. She like.. told people AIDS aren't bad. And just... she's so cool.". You nodded, "Totally.". She grabbed a pair of jeans, "These are so cute on you.".

You had to admit, the jeans hugged your figure just right and were slightly baggy on your calves. She then pulled out a cropped tanked and put it out in front of you.

"With this!" She shoved the pieces of clothing towards you. You took them and started to change, her eyes widen. She watched you for a moment before looking away. She cleared her throat, "So.. where's that beer?".

"Uh, the kitchen cabinet near the pantry." You slid your jeans on with a hop. You finished getting dressed and grabbed your tote. You glanced at Tatum, "Ready?". She nodded practically slipping out the door. She went to grab some beer slipping them in your bag. You looked in the living room to see your dad passed out.

"Okay, let's go." You gently nudged her shoulder. She grinned walking towards the door. Once you locked the door behind you the both of you giggled.

"God, I can't believe he didn't wake up." She exclaimed. You watched the cars go by as you walked down the sidewalk.

"Yeah, he was knocked out." You added. She ran to her front door opening it for you. She ran upstairs to her room, she grabbed your arm pulling you to her vanity.

"let's get this party started." She smiled. She grabbed some of her mascara and lip gloss. You close your eyes trying to relax, you'd jump whenever she touches you without warning.

"Purse your lips out.." she calmly instructed. You did as told, you felt the wand glide against your lips. The same lip gloss that touched her lips. You felt like a preschooler gushing over this.

"Wow.. you look.. sexy-" she admired her work moving some strands of your hair. You fluttered your eyes open, you immediately looked at her. She grinned down at you, "Yeah.. really gorgeous.." you whispered.

"Are.. you and Randy dating?" She questioned. She went to her closet looking through clothes.

"Uh, no. He's not my type." You laughed a bit in the end. You watched her undress her self revealing her back to you. Your mouth went dry, "I uh... hows things with Stu?".

"Good I guess.." she muttered putting a different shirt on.

"Do you like Randy?" She turned back towards you.

"No. Not a chance." You smiled. She nodded, "I mean you're too good for him anyway." She sighed.

"Now let's go! I'll drive you!" She grabbed your hand pulling up. She sprinted downstairs only to be stopped by her mom.

"Tatum. Where are you going?" She placed her hands on her hips firmly. You glanced in between the two ladies, "Out with Y/N Sydney joining us!". Her mom slowly nodded, "Alright... be safe. I love you!".

"I love you too, Mom." She smiled leaving the house. She walked towards her yellow bug.

The drive there was filled with music. She sang along to almost every song. She tapped the stirring wheel to the beat. When Stus driveway was close by she whipped her car in.

"Ah, we're fashionably late!" She unbuckled getting out of the car. You followed behind her, Stu opened the door on cue.

"About time!" He called out embracing Tatum. You walked in unloading the beer from your bag. Randy grabbed a beer leaning back into the couch.

"How'd it go?" He opened the beer against the coffee table. You leaned back exhaling, "She took off her shirt in front of me..". Randy almost choked, "What!".

"Oh keep your dick in your pants. I only saw her back.". Billy strolled in holding chips, "Y/N.".

"Billy." You mocked. He placed the chips on the table. He gave you a look, a mocking smirk.

"So.. you're little crush..".

"Is Randy! Haha caught me." You panicked. Randy's eyes widened, "Mhm!". You two had a pact if anyone found out without you telling them. You'd fake date each other, sadly it was now .

"Wait. So you and Randy are?" Billy scoffed. Tatum glanced over, "Wait... you said you two weren't dating..".

"We aren't! I mean.. we are?" You looked at Randy for guidance. He looked at Tatum, "Uh. We're not dating. We are thinking about dating." He pointed. She leaned on her leg, "Uh-huh..". Sydney walked through the door frame.

"What'd I miss?" She smiled. You sunk into the couch, you felt nauseous.

"Nothing..." you muttered. Billy glared down at you, "Y/N and Randy might date.". You wanted to sink more, "Wow. How cute!" She smiled.

"Yeah. Hey I have a brilliant idea. Let's play truth or dare!" Billy clasped his hands together. Tatum rolled her eyes sitting in an arm chair.

"How old are you?" She judged. He grinned, "Just go with it...". He opened a beer bottle handing it to you. You quickly gulped the beer down, "Randy truth or dare?".

"Uh tr-"

"Don't be a pussy man!" Stu cheered. Randy exhaled, "Dare.". You shook your head, "This is stupid Billy. Let's just watch TV.".

"I dare you to kiss, Y/N..." Billy smiled widen. It frightened you a bit, "Sure.". Randy scooted closer to you giving you a peck. You stayed still and left slammed your eyes shut. Billy scoffed, "God that was pathetic..".

"Stu your turn." Billy kept his eyes on you. You stiffened and sat up, "That's not how this works!". Randy also sat up, Stu out his hands on top his head stretching.

"Stu-" Randy warned.

"Hmm. Is it true you have a crush on my girlfriend?.."

"Randy? I known him since first grade-" Tatum cringed. Stu laughed, "No not Randy..". Tatum face went red, she gazed over to you. Your eyes hurt due to tears poking through. Your chest felt like it was gonna explode.

She wouldn't want to be near you anymore. You probably freaked her out, she'll likely will tell everyone. You shook lightly wanting to run, "So?..".

"I uh..". Randy fidgeted, "Shut up, Billy! Like you aren't gay for Stu!" He shouted. You glanced over at Randy, "leave her alone. She should come out on her own terms.". A small tear fell and you looked down at the floor.

"I like girls.. okay? I just so happen to like Tatum.. but I never did anything." You defended. Tatum sat up, Stu shook his head. Billy raised his eyebrow and moved back against the couch. The criticism radiated, you hugged your torso.

"I can't believe you, Stuart! We're over!" She stood up getting in his face. He looked confused, "What?".

"God, you moron.. I'm bisexual! Madonna is a icon for the gays." She sighed. Randy looked at you, "I told you so! I knew it was weird she liked Madonna so much!".

"Randy shut up!" You and Tatum fussed in unison. Tatum looked at you sweetly, she grabbed your hand leading you out the house. You panicked looking back at Randy. He shrugged, she went out into the chilly night air.

"You should've told me sooner.."

You blankly stared at her, "Hello? Earth to Y/N!" She laughed. You smiled, "Sorry I just... You didn't have to break up with Stu.." you mumbled. She smirked, "He sucks anyways.".

She looked into your eyes, she leaned closer kissing you. Your heart melted, "WOOHOO!" Randy cheered. You rolled your eyes at him and cupped her face. She grinned, "are you gonna ask me on a proper date?". You blinked and then jerked your hand away.

"Oh! Yeah, do you wanna get dinner?.." you asked softly. She smiled, "Sure. And then we're going to the zoo." She added. You smiled, "Of course.".

She smiled and kissed you again, you melted into her touch. Her lipgloss, the lipgloss, tasted like warm vanilla cake. You pressed against her more holding her waist. When she separated from the kiss she giggled slightly.

"My lip gloss got on your lips.." she tried to take it off your lips. You grinned, "It's alright..".

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