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orionlain · 1 year

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𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 note: I came back from 2 month hiatus go me! anyways ur gonna see me post more on diff fandoms other than horror. sorry bout that guys love u all tho

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧

Your window was open for everyone to see, the curtains being put aside, and with that he could easily take a peek at you.

The mirror light bulb shined upon your skin as you were carefully putting your highlighter around the corner of your eyes. The little specks of glitter and your rosy lip balm complimented your looks, and your hair was put in a tidy style. People would assume you were going on a date. A hookup, a party or the bar. But instead, you were staying home tonight. Why? For your job, which was to open the camera and say hello to your followers.

As you finished your foundation and last touch ups, you started setting up the camera in your computer. Browsing from each web page, and quickly announcing that you were going live for all your fans to flock to your stream. You were grateful for your followers, for the money, but as well as them giving the new found confidence you have nowadays. Your outfits had become more flashier, bold and a bit more risque, and he didn’t like that. Your smile lingered on more, and you received more texts than usual, and he didn’t like that. Your new height of fame and laughter was making you less alert. And that was the only thing he liked, knowing that one day you’ll meet your number one fan, which was him.

He couldn’t lie though, the outfits weren’t so bad, he just wished you wouldn’t have to flaunt it to others. Or that pretty gasp you have on camera when you play a horror game, he wished that you were doing that as he put his knife into you instead. He wished, for everything that you were doing, to those stupid men in the same doormat as you, to those girls who were forcing you to party, to those pesky followers who abide by you no matter what you say; was for him instead. And he wanted so much of you. Even if you didn’t know him, and he was there in front of your house right now as you stream, he wanted you to smile for him as well.

It's been months he's been watching you, he knows what coffee you like, what route you take to go to your lecture, what you order in that nearby bakery. He knows who you interact with in real life, your study friends and your family members, he knows which albums you loved when you went to the vinyl store. And he knows what you do at home. You yell and shout at the game, you make niche jokes about your interests to chat. You scroll down in your constant approvals from the masses, you converse to other creators from an entirely different place of the world.

He knows your two lives. And he found it endearing, found it to be so different from all the other victims he had. When nobody knows what you say and what you are in real life, he does. When nobody on the internet knows what location you were at and what you were studying, he does. He found it so special. Of course, he came into the conclusion he was truly your biggest fan. Whether you put that stupid mask on and off, and you become insane from your two lives blurring into another, he’ll have front row seats to such an event. How sweet.

Ghost_F: Nice shirt cupcake.

“Oh Ghostie! You’re too sweet.” You responded in a flush state. To be honest, you always laughed at the nickname you gave to this fan. You gave this name after he became such a vital follower in the past four months. You can say he was rapidly coming close to being your most noticeable one, after he constantly catches up with your streams daily. He was also giving a hectic amount of money, where you had no clue coming from. Well, he didn’t want you to know that money came from the victims he murdered with cold blood. Maybe next time.

Ghost_F: Whatcha doin’?

“Mhm? I don’t know Ghostie. I believe I’m just gonna talk today. How bout it, chat?” That shirt on you was slowly hanging more down as you face more to the screen, he could see that bra he saw a week ago on a night. It looked good on you. Although, it would’ve been better if there weren't eighty people seeing this as well.

And to his annoyance, your followers agreed to the idea. You were just gonna sit there and stay pretty, which he didn’t mind, but he would rather hear your screams again as you play a game. But, you don’t need a horror game for today. He’ll find a way to help you yelp and cry later.

“Alright chat, let's check the timeline for today- Uh.” You turn your head.

There was a knock on the door. Package delivery? You didn’t order anything. You stand up out of your seat and open your door. There was nothing on the ground. Probably one of those annoying college dudes who prank dorms.

“Sorry, chat! There was a knock on the door. But it was nothing! God, my neighbors are assholes.”

You continued to your stream and shrugged it off as if nothing had happened. You casually just scrolled down onto your posts and saw what was happening to the latest news of your favorite games and movies. Small comments back and forth, making you chuckle, but nothing out of the ordinary. Until one viewer sent out a message in chat.

“Don’t you get scared at night? There's like a killer running around in the streets of your state.”

A fan warned. You heard about the murders happening around the state, especially in your town. But you didn’t seem to be phased by it, knowing how much serial maniacs plague this country with states such as Illinois and Ohio, you became desensitized. Though, you didn’t know so much about the recent papers about this prolific guy.

“Well, I don’t know much about him.” Your chat quickly was then filled with information and rumors. Some say he came from the deep levels of hell, sadistic and twisted. Others told how he looked, how he was covered with a ghastly mask and a dark cloak hiding his figure. More talked about the victims, how they were left in a bloody gruesome mess. Word around the street, he goes by the name Ghostface, because of his uncanny mask. All in all, it freaked you out a little. This man is out free swinging his knife and no police were able to catch him. You started getting paranoid.

Ghost_F: You guys are scaring her. Sweets, don’t listen to them.

“Yeah, chat! I don’t even go out at night, I stay home and talk to you guys. And the likely chance of me getting snatched, is pretty low” You giggle it off.

“Anyways, I’m probably not his type.” You were so wrong.

As you were facing the screen and fidgeting around your hair, you swore you something in the corner of your eye. It stopped you in your tracks. You froze in front of the camera. All of your followers were concerned, asking if you were okay.

“Ah, it’s nothing guys. I’m probably just being paranoid after you guys scare me like that!” You resumed your cool facade. You didn’t want them to know that your legs were bouncing up and down in anticipation for what's next. But you soon finally let yourself calm down, telling your brain it's probably some silly animal or neighbor.

You heard a thump. What was that?

Now you were fully freaked out. You jump out of your setup and slowly walk to the kitchen, to get a pan. You tiptoed to your door, and waited for the figure to come here. The thumping of your heartbeat was all you could hear in your ears, and your breath became anxious as you feared for an intruder coming in. No, no not like this.

In a countdown, you open the door once more. It was bare. Nothing, but you could see a hint of a footprint. Dirt? Blood? You couldn’t tell as it was mixed within the colors of the hallways carpet. But something was going on. And yet you close the entrance to your home, shrugging it off to keep up with your stream. You come back to where you reside, and update your followers. Telling them constantly there was nothing wrong. You brush it off, hoping for them to stop trying to interrogate what had happened. You didn’t wanna think about it too much.

Soon, minutes passed and you finally had your fans stop nagging and continued with the next topic. The nerves in your body were finally going down, and you could see yourself sinking into the chair with relaxation. Nevermind what had happened, it wasn’t your problem anyways.

You received a message.

Who was it? The notification went on your screen, and you check on your account on who it was. Hoping it isn’t a scammer or some creep.

It was revealed to be your follower, Ghostie. Hello, it said.

You message him, asking what’s up. No response. You waited for some sort of confirmation or reply after he said a simple hello. Ominous and a little worrying. You sat there, furrowing your brows as you stood by. The stream was finally coming to a close, and there was still no updated news from the man. You sighed, you’re going to leave it be.

Ghost_F donated 2000 dollars.

“Holy shit! Ghostie, what the hell?” He was toying you at this point. This mysterious user was playing mind games with you, and you had no clue why. Just a pitiful gut in your feelings, waiting and responding with surprises. The night was getting even stranger.

Everybody in the chat was shocked. Praising the guy for the huge donation and telling you deserved it. You felt lost of what to say, how do you even reply to such a generous amount of money? If he keeps it up, your entire debt would be gone by the end of the month. And you couldn’t help but feel shameful, thinking about how you didn’t really do that much. You sat around and played games, there was nothing honorable or worth spending a gold bar on.

“Jesus Christ! That’s the biggest donation I-I ever received.” You look at the camera with your face feeling a little flustered.

“How can I make it up to you?” This will bite you in the ass later.

The man privately messaged you. It says;

Go on a call with me, sweets. Stay on live.

Sketchy, but you didn’t wanna ruin this generous deal. You obliged, and you tell your following that you’ll go on a call with him, expressing your happiness and thanks. None of them opposed the idea, they probably wanted to interact with this unknown user who came into the community out of nowhere. Joking about how this bizarre online stranger was going to make you end up like those victims. And you were curious too, who was this guy? Who was Ghost?

His profile was just a default one, no bio, no additional excerpts, just a username. Hesitating at first, the unknown user startled you, it made you draw back and doubt. But you ignored your gut screaming at you to stop. You wanted to make your number one supporter happy, nothing bad right?

You started the phone call. Sitting there, anticipating for him to join.

“Hello?”

“Hey doll.” Wow. His voice was smooth and raspy. You blushed at the sound of his words, it was all rugged and yet deep. It was attractive, especially with that name he called you, you couldn’t help but feel heat rising on your cheeks. And chat wasn’t helping either, spamming in with comments of how nice he sounded, teasing with your sudden reaction, you could feel embarrassment furrowing into your body.

“Um- well I want to say a huge thanks to you man. Thanks Ghostie!”

He chuckled. Don’t do that!

“No problem sweet’s. You can make it up to me.” His comment piqued your interest. What can you do in return for his huge donation? Play a game? Do a silly prank? Or wear a costume? You didn’t know, but as much as bad as it sounded, it made you curious. The deal was so lucrative. It weighed like a mouse leading to a trap, and you were still wanting to know more. About him. About this mysterious man. About this fan that you couldn’t help but have your eyes on. You needed to know more.

“Pfft- Do I have to wear a cute dress or something?” You tease.

“Oh no doll, I wish though,” Huh? “Just a question would do.”

A question? This guy was really strange. Out of all the things he could’ve told you to do, he wanted to just ask you a question. Hell, you would’ve actually worn something for him if you really had to. He disregarded that option though. Something more he had in mind it seems.

“What’s your favourite horror movie?”

Strange, but nonetheless intriguing. You look back into your memory, thinking of the multiple movies you have watched. You always loved the horror genre, so it would be harder to pick out which ones you loved the most. Nightmare on Elm Street, Hellraiser, Texas Chain Massacre, the list goes on, and you didn’t want to pick such a basic answer. Thinking back to your recent watches, you reminded yourself that you watched Halloween. And you enjoyed that movie, so you’ll use that as an answer.

“Mhm, Halloween. The guy with a white mask and blue outfit.”

“Good pick, cupcake. Why though?”

“Well it was a really good movie, it had a lot of scares and had me tense for a little bit and- chat don’t say that!” Oh god. Chat was telling your real honest opinion of the movie, and said you were lying. Laughing and spreading emotes, and told Ghostie that you liked the movie because of the killer. In a drunken state of mind in one of your past streams, you mentioned that you had the hots for Myers. It haunted you ever since, and you forgot that people remember that little fact of yours. You were punching yourself in the inside, dying from all the humiliation.

“You have a crush on Myers?” He asked, chuckling on the side. He was happy knowing he was your type.

“Yeah. God that’s so bad. I-I don’t know how to explain it, I mean he’s a killer!” You giggled in response. Admitting to how hilarious and humbling it is. All the while, the other side of the phone is smiling underneath the mask. Smirking with your cute answer, he can’t help but to awe at your little face cringing from chat nagging on to you. He couldn’t wait for you to realize that he was one too. A dirty, murderous, criminal, who has eyes on you. He couldn’t wait for you to look at him and see your adorable face.

“It’s not that bad, sweets. People love bad boys.” You could hear his grin even if you didn’t see his face.

“Ok, ok, just ask me a different question!”

“Alright, alright. Hm. You got a guy?” Oh christ! You stood aghast, a little shocked from the boldness. In front of viewers too, he didn’t care that you had fanboys or loyal people loving you. Yet, you played along, wanting to tease around as if you were interacting with a beast. You were too curious to give up.

“No, I’m too busy with streaming and school. Are you hitting on me or something?” His laughter ensued, it sounded mischievous.

“I don’t know, am I? Tell me doll, do you think I am?” He was playing with you. Taunting you. You didn’t know how to respond, it made you stutter with your words. You hated it so much. But, god, was it attractive.

“I mean- I don’t know! I think you are!” His laugh became even more boisterous. You were just so fun to tease. He never had a victim like this in a while. Never had a girl like you being so eager and yet so hesitant. It amuses him, your defiance brings him entertainment like never before.

“Oh cupcake! You’re making me laugh.” You giggle back to him. “I just have one more question.”

“Ok, ok. What Ghostie?”

“Where do you live?”

What?

You froze. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating what he just said, but the silence told you otherwise. He means it. Chat became quiet. They were just sending messages with emojis seconds ago, and now becoming fearful as you were. Your mouth went dry, and you could feel your throat perk up.

“I can’t, can’t say that.” Your eyes well up, what do you do?

His breath was becoming noticeable. And his voice changed into a more sinister tone.

“That’s okay. I already know anyway.”

He immediately left. And you look to chat. They were just as puzzled and terrified as you were. Shaken to your core, you end the stream. What just happened? It was supposed to be a joke, but now it ended up as something much more threatening and dark. Due to this, you jumped out of your seat, and ran to the door for the third time.

Checking the peephole, hoping to not see a single being outside your unit. Your hands were shaking. Nervous and petrified, you get away from the entrance again. Your brain was playing tricks with you, or there really was someone else playing with you.

Though, you could hear notifications going off in the background. Your fans were concerned for you. Asking if you were okay, if you were safe, and all you could respond with was a yes. It was a troll you assume. A terrible, scary one to be exact. Until a message popped up onto the top of your screen.

Ghost_F: See you soon.

Alarmed, you press onto the profile. It was deleted. Content unavailable. You were fucking freaked out. You called your friends, hoping to be comforted and gain help. But no response avails.

You sat there on your chair instead. Heart beating to the extreme lengths to the point where you could hear it ringing in your ears. Staring at the screen, looking at the message, trying to see if you can decipher its cryptic tone. Hoping to think positively, you put it aside and think it’s a joke. All streamers go through it, having a creepy encounter with viewers, and this is the same thing. Nothing dangerous is going to happen, it’s just some weirdo freaking you out. Right? Yeah it is. It’s just an offhand interaction.

Sighing, you closed the computer and went to the bathroom. Cleaning yourself up and pondering to yourself, if that was really true. And coming back to your bed, relaxing as you scroll on your phone to remind people that it’s just a troll. Mentioning you thousand of times with concern, and telling you it was a real threat. Although, you ignored it. Was it actually a threat? Probably not, because it’s been hours since the incident, and you were laying down on the bed. Nothing was going to happen.

You rest your eyes, and think ahead of the stupid troll. The creep with a sultry voice. You didn’t wanna mind it. It was just a fake threat after all.

You woke up. You heard a thump within the walls. Probably the neighbor's cat is acting up again. With your foggy brain and eyelids, you travel to your hallway and press the light switch to check what was there. You couldn’t tell if there was something black in your eyes, but you presumed it was nothing. You finally ended up in the kitchen from your hazed walk, and glanced at what was ahead of you.

The kitchen was empty. No creepy dude, it was fake!

You walked and got a glass in your cupboards. Your shorts were slowly sliding up as you tried to stretch to get a cup in the back of your cutlery. Feeling your shirt also slowly lifting up as you grabbed the object. Your feet finally face the ground when you are done getting the glass, and you turn your back around. Incline to having it be filled with water.

“Boo.”

The glass dropped. Forget water. You shrieked in horror. It was a man covered in a mask, cloaked with a black hood. The mask was detailed with a look of horror, eyes piercing hollow black, and wrinkles to enhance the uncanniness.

“You’re even cuter in real life.” No. No. No.

It was the killer your chat was talking about. It was the mysterious man who sent you the donation. And it was the user who threatened you on call. It all added up. You could feel you chastise your brain for being so foolish, for being so damn stupid. For being so curious.

“I-Is that you?” Your voice shakes in fear. He responds by caressing your face, and pining you closer to the counter beneath the cupboards you were just rummaging into. You feel your back slowly leaning back into the furniture, as he goes closer to you.

“Uh huh, it’s me baby.” His pet names made your stomach churn.

“Are you happy to see me, hm? I think you should be. I mean, I saw you blushing just by the sound of my voice, sweets.” He cackles at the end of his sentence. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed the way you looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours, pleading for his mercy. It was better than he imagined.

“You’re- you’re the killer? You’re, you’re-“

“Ghostface. That’s right baby. Awh, don’t tell me you’re terrified? Earlier, you said you had a little crush on Michael. I’m exactly your type. Maybe a little more talkative, but you get the idea sweetheart!”

He was snarky, condescending and overall, fucking with you. You didn’t know what else to muster but a little placid gasp as he leaned into you. He was built entirely different from yours, toppling your body. His hold backed you into a corner, defenseless and armless. It was a recipe for the end of your life.

“Look at you. Trying so hard to look away from me-“ His sharp blade went to your throat. Forcing you to stare at his blank dark eyes. You still resisted. “Don’t be such a bitch. I gave a generous donation, didn't I? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy killing all of the guys crushing on you and stealing their money.”

“The fuck! You freak-“

“Freak? Rich coming from you. Babe, I’ve seen your search results.” He chuckled harshly. Oh god.

“It’s filled with some of the sickest shit. You love a killer. You know it’s so, so, so bad to like a man like me?”

“And your kinks. Oh sweet girl, you’re just asking to be gutted. And not in a bloody way either.” Even if he was covered behind a whole costume, you can practically hear his maniac smile. You can hear the tone of voice being clouded with figments of lust, and you hated it. But you proved his point, you could feel yourself squeezing your thighs, for some sort of stimulation, friction or movement.

“Mhm, I know what you’re doing sweetie. So needy.” His words were going to kill you before he ever could. It made your heart thump and filled your belly with butterflies. The attention was getting to you. You had to start thinking fast, to defend yourself in some sort of way. But his body and twisted words held you back from doing so. Although, that unwashed pan in the sink may be the trick. With no thought, you swiftly grabbed the cooking instrument, and swung into his head.

“FUCK! You goddamn whore, you’re going to fucking get it!”

You ran. Ran as fast as you could like those final girls in the movies you watch. Ran towards your bedroom, hoping to escape by jumping out of a window. It wasn’t the greatest plan, but breaking your leg out of survival, seems to be so much better than being a news headline. As you hastily open the glass window, sliding it in a painful slow motion, you put your whole body to ensure you flee. Outside was waiting for you, and you could see yourself escape from the monster. Just as you were so close to getting out of the building, you felt the hem of your shirt being tugged.

You tumbled down, hitting the floor. He grabbed you away from freedom.

“That was close. Ha, cupcake, you gotta be the feistiest one yet,”

“Makes you all the more of a treat to me.”

He puts his boot onto your back, stepping on your laying body. He tied you up with scattered ropes and brandished you like a present. You could feel your lungs giving up as he put more pressure into your figure, and your eyes started to tear up out of pain. Whines could be heard out of your mouth and you forced curses to be thrown towards your intruder.

“I warned you, didn’t I bitch?” He took a fist full of your hair, making you have to kneel and look at him. Putting you in a position that was very revealing. Right in front of his crotch. It was embarrassing, and yet your body was heating up.

“Just get on with it. Kill me.” Your comment was then returned with laughter. As if you were the one that’s insane.

“No, no, no way sweets. I have so much more to do with you, y’know?” He lowered his body, titling his head as he was now in your eye range. With his movement mocking you, as if you were a little puppy. “I’m doing a favor for you, baby.” His hands traced onto your legs, dangerously reaching down into inner thighs.

“You wanted a sick man to fuck you, right? I’m going to do that. I’m going to make you scream, making up for all the times that I saw you touching yourself, thinking about a slasher like me fucking you. I’m going to make you cry, making up for all those men who didn’t pound you right.” His gloved hands were now placed upon your pussy. Rubbing you up and down on your clothed slit, eliciting sweet sounds from you. You cried out to him, and he responded by making his fingers go faster.

“I’m going to make you mine. The only fucking thing you’ll think about is me, a murderer.” His touch was fucking you stupid, drool slowly dripped out of your mouth. He took notice of that and giggles ensued from his mouth. You were being so obedient, in such little time.

“Good girl. Look at you! I’m just rubbing your cunt, and you’re whimpering like a bitch. Fuck, baby.” There he finally stopped teasing you, and swiftly plunged his fingers within your shorts. A yelp escaped out of your throat, and he laughed even more. Panting, your hand grabbed his wrist, hoping for him to stop going so rough. It was immediately shut down, by his arm pinning your palms down. Showing how much more power he had over you. Manhandling you like a little toy.

“Ha- Ghos- Ghost-“

“You can’t even form a sentence. Fucking slut.” In a second, he stopped moving. He took his fingers out of your insides and you whined loudly. No no no! You were so close!

“You don’t deserve to cum. Not fucking yet. You will when you’re done your part, sweets.” He stood up, and towered over you. His hands were now fidgeting with the zipper of his pants, rushing for his erection to breathe. His ache lasted for hours, even before he came to visit you. When he was calling with you, he was so fucking close to just whipping his cock out and fisting it up and down with the sound of your voice. His obsession with you was that bad. It made him even more insane, seeing you afar and in hearing you, your flesh drove him crazy. With your ass around, he couldn’t focus on writing reports of his own victims, since his attention was all to you. He hated it. He hated how much he needed to fuck you, or kill you, it didn’t matter either way, he just had to have you. To make up for all the times he was too distracted to kill or report on news.

His dick finally came out of his slacks and hooded cloak. You were a little entranced. It’s been fucking ages since you took one in your mouth, probably because of him killing all of your suitors, and you felt unprepared.

“Suck. And don’t even fucking think of putting your teeth onto me.” You obliged. With your hands out of the questions, you made sure your mouth was able to take it. Slowly, you teased upon the tip and quickly made your way down his length. And with that, he responded with grunts.

“Fuckk, god. You’re so fucking good at this cupcake.” His hands fondled the top of your head. Resulting into him tugging the strands of your hair.

“Your mouth is so tight. Expected from a bitch like you. I can’t wait to fucking gut your pussy.” He rasped out, and soon his hands had moved to his rhythm onto your skull. Forcing you to bob up and down his dick. Your throat was now filled to the brim, and you started choking. He could hear you struggle, you mouthing that you couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He kept on going, and your oxygen was dying out.

But he finally stopped when he realized you were going to actually pass out. Controlling himself from throatfucking you to unconsciousness, mainly because he wanted to hear more of your whimpers, but he considered you lucky. “Breathe babe, breathe.”

Taking a fresh gasp of air, away from the penetrating taste, he held your hair to the back. This probably was the only time he was ‘kind’ to you. And then you quickly went back.

Thrust after thrust, he was coming close. It was noticeable as his hands were becoming more frantic. Craving for a release. All the while you were squirming your legs for some sort of stimulation. The wet pooling onto your panties was driving you insane. You needed to be filled up, bad.

Finally he came into your mouth. The tangy substance filling up the space. Little drops were slowly falling down but he quickly wiped it from your face, looking proud of his work.

“Swallow it for me babe.”

You obeyed.

“Atta girl.”

You got up. But he quickly deflected your action.

“Ah ah. I’m not done yet.”

You looked at him with a furrow. As horny as you were, you still hoped this would be done shortly. But he still continues. Fuck.

“What- I thought-“

“Mr. Ghostface, please don’t tell me you’re gonna fuck me!” He mocked. “C’mon, I like my toys stupid, but you can’t be that fucking dumb babe.”

He pushed you into the bed. You lay upon your sheets catching your breath, and your cute top had a little peak of your breasts. Your face was filled with slob, and your shorts were absolutely drenched. A beautiful sight indeed.

“Wait, before I ruin you, let me just-“

He whipped out a camera from his back pocket.

Click!

“That’s it baby, that’s it.” He constantly rubbed on your thigh as he did a whole photoshoot of your body. Your back arches little by little as he continues to stimulate your skin. And his hand slowly takes something out of the backsides of his pants. A knife. You yelped out of surprise.

“Oh baby, don’t worry. I’m just going to remove your clothes. I’m not going to hurt you,” He snickered. Putting the blade upon the fabrics and ripping it apart to give a pathway. But he intentionally cuts a little part of your skin as he forcefully parts your pants. Allowing him to brand you. “Yet.”

Finally, you were bare. Fully naked and vulnerable in front of this clothed intruder.

“You look even better up close, y’know? Fuck. I just knew you were perfect for me.” His dick was caressing your folds, making you scrunch your eyes in response to control your whimpers. You were so sensitive, that little tears started forming from your eyes. “Maybe I should just fucking take you away. Maybe I should just keep you in some basement, naked and shivering, huh? But knowing from you, you’d probably fucking like it.”

“You’re a whore, you know that?” All you could respond was cute little grunts to his stimulation and comments, “Mhm, but you're my whore.”

He inserts it with no warning. You gasp out of shock. His dick was really caressing the corners of your insides. And you could feel contraction from the penetration. It felt like it couldn’t fit at all.

“Sh-shit! So god damn tight! God-“ Ghostface was spasming from the way you tightened around him. Even with the slow pace, it felt agonizingly strained and painful. But you didn’t mind at all, because of how much it was stretching you so well. Filling up the need and wants in every right direction.

“So- so much!” You whined. You didn’t know if you were pleading him to take it slow, or go rapidly fast, but you definitely wanted him to keep going. To keep pushing you to the brim until you can’t think anymore, fucked with no words left to speak. To keep rubbing up and down till you start screaming, babbling with no thoughts to fill in your head. You needed this so bad.

“I know, I know- fuck, christ doll.” The masked man shuddered upon his words. He was as smitten as you were. The way your hole pulsed and tightened as he went further. The way your face is all flushed and cute as he rammed into you. The way your breasts move up and down as he makes you spasm and moan. Your cute little eyes, struggling to keep wide open from the hazy sex. He really couldn’t get enough of you. He really wanted to you fuck you up more and more.

“Ha- I knew you would fucking like this. You love being a sick freak taking in a murderer's cock. You love it, don’t you, don’t you baby?” His hands were caressing your skin as you whimpered. The latex stimulating you as your mind runs wild on the touches and senses you were feeling. At this rate, you were going to finish, and it couldn’t help when you were contracting more and more.

“Yeah that’s right. I could feel your fucking cunt clenching me, you gonna cum? Hm?”

You gave no response, too dazed to comprehend what he said. He slapped your face for you to snap out of your drunken phase.

“I said, whore. Are you gonna cum around my cock?”

“Y-yes!” He started going faster. Abusing your cunt even more and more. You started gasping for air with the amount of assault he was doing to you. Bringing you to the edge. “Mr. Ghostface I-Im going to-“

“Aww, it’s so much isn’t it? Well too fucking bad. You can only cum when I say so, so fucking take it. Or i’ll fucking slice your throat into two.” He maliciously spat.

“Or are you that desperate that you would rather have me fucking gut you, just so you can cum? I wouldn’t even be surprised.” Laughing ensued after he remarked how pathetic and dumb you look. You were all mindless, continuously just taking in and out like a toy. And the worst part, you enjoyed it, loved it and wanted more and more.

“I’ll be nice this time. Beg for me.”

“Huh?” You muttered, confused and not knowing what he just ordered.

“I said beg. Are you fucking stupid? Beg. Beg for you to fucking cum. I know how much you fucking need it.”

You swallowed your pride. It’s too late to do anything more to save your face. Look at the state you were in. Sweat, back arching and drool slowly forming from your mouth. Nothing is reputable with this. You looked like a whore. And he knew damn well he made you into one.

“Ple-please.?”

“Is that all you got? Beg. Beg fucking harder!” He slapped your cunt in order to elicit a reaction out of you.

“I- fuck- fuck! Please, pleasee! Please let me cum! Please, Mr. Ghostface! Please, I need it! I fucking need it! I need it so bad! I need you to fucking fill me! Just- let me- me cum!” You were babbling at this point. Saying all of this under his will.

“I need it so bad! I need it. I need you! I need you!” You reached for his mask. Showing how terribly desperate you wanted for some kind of release.

“Atta fucking girl.” He put his mask to the side. “Come here.”

He penetrated with his tongue inside your mouth. You whisper and moan, faltering around his body. Your arms were frenzied all over his shoulders. You were needy. And most of all, so fucking horny.

“You wanna cum? Yeah?”

“Uh huh!”

“Go ahead, sweets. Cum around my cock. I’m gonna fucking fill you up.” There it went, his pace going harder and harder. Louder and more frantic.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, pretty. Cum for your fucking killer.”

And you did. With a loud whine you came around everywhere. A load filling you up as you spasm with his dick still in you. Your body automatically faltered on the bed, tired and so fucking full. He pulled out, having your cunt leak out all the fluids. You were absolutely fucking gutted.

Click!

You heard a camera snap. You would’ve protested but your legs would have probably given up if you tried.

“I’m keeping that one baby. Displaying it on the top of my fridge.”

“Here.” As his last ‘gift’ to you, he marked your neck. A purple bruise, prominent and easily noticeable.

“Stream tomorrow, cupcake. And show my fucking mark on you proudly.”

He wanted to make sure he was definitely your favorite follower. Wanted to show everyone one of your fans that you’re his now. And it was completely obvious with how much he had made you into his.

Next time, he’ll do it live. And maybe, he’ll bring some other fans he knows of.

Maybe that son of a bitch, Michael would join in.

“I’m your biggest fan, sweets. Don’t forget that.” He said, leaving you in your bed, while he left your house.

And he believed that you already knew.

#ghostface #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #smut #ghostface smut #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd x reader #scream #scream x reader

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kausstar · 4 months

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ᯓ ✶ ROUGH HANDS ◞ bo sinclair.

headcanon tags sfw + nsfw content. mdni. bimbo! female! reader — no description of reader besides you wearing small clothes and having a boyfriend. slightly pervy! bo. mentions of lester being attracted to you. cheating (can you cheat on someone who’s dead tho??). most headcanons are based off the movie. car sex. names used → sweet thang and poundcake cause i want him to pound m-

slightly pervy! bo who didn’t know of your group’s existence until lester tells him he should be expecting a group of three that afternoon.

slightly pervy! bo who hears lester’s comment on the “pretty thang” of the three and how bo would love the sight of her. his brothers grin and laugh selling it even more.

slightly pervy! bo who doesn’t understands his brothers obsession until he spots you, with your small shirt and short shorts that barely covered your ass. he grins to himself but his jaw quickly tightens when he spots some guy glued to your side— someone that lester didn’t mention.

slightly pervy! bo who tries to push down the annoyance as he walks to the front after hearing your calls to see if anyone was in the gas station, but he doesn’t expect to see just you standing there.

slightly pervy! bo who could barely pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth because of the big eyes and full smile you gave him as you asked for a belt for your car. slightly pervy! bo only coo’s at you about not being specific enough and asks you to come with him to the garage area.

slightly pervy! bo who asks you a couple questions to figure out what type of belt you need but none of them you could really answer. you slightly frown and muster up, “sorry, i don’t much about cars” making him wave you off with that pretty grin he’d been giving you the whole time. “it’s alright, sweetheart.”

slightly pervy! bo who asks if your boyfriend knows anything about them to which you answer with a nod before the gas station door opens and your boyfriend comes walking through, eyes quickly finding the two of you. slightly pervy! bo who watches as he comes to your side, giving bo a warning look as he wraps his arm around your waist.

slightly pervy! bo could only let out an amusing chuckle at him before asking him what he needed to which he replies with a better answer than you did.

slightly pervy! bo gives a look at the wall of fan belts—even goes as far to check the numbers, before looking over at you and your boyfriend. “i don’t see any but i have sum up at the house,” he said before nodding in the direction of the door.

slightly pervy! bo who steps aside for your boyfriend to check it himself. “you gotta be joking,” he frowns, looking at all of them. “it’s only a couple blocks, we could walk,” slightly pervy! bo adds sharing a glance between you and your boyfriend. your boyfriend gives you at look, as if wanting you to add your thoughts but you’re too busy looking at the tools on the wall to even care for the conversation.

slightly pervy! bo grins at your amusement before looking at your boyfriend who gives him another sharp look. “i guess we could walk,” he groans.

slightly pervy! bo who hadn’t realized it was getting dark until the three of you began your walk. you and your boyfriend walked slightly behind him, allowing him to lead the way.

slightly pervy! bo who can’t help but over hear your whispers. “sure you trust this guy, sweetheart?” your boyfriend whispers, to which you reply, “he was really sweet to me earlier”, probably with a smile.

slightly pervy! bo who hasn’t realized how bad he needs you until you speed up a bit to walk side by side with him half way into your walk and ask his name. your big eyes making his grin turn into a half smile. “curious, aren’t ya? how ‘bout yours first?” you are quick to nod and give him your name to which he gives his in exchange with grin.

slightly pervy! bo who’s slightly surprised when your eyes light up and you tell him how cute his name sounds.

slightly pervy! bo who hears you repeated it over and over again, and who can’t help but think about how it would sound when you’re begging him to cum.

slightly pervy! bo who hears your boyfriends say, “thinking about something?” but doesn’t pay it much attention until he looks over to find him speaking to him. slightly pervy! bo only gives your boyfriend a grin before shaking his head, looking down to his feet with a even wider grin then ahead, “only gotta couple more steps to go.”

once at the house, slightly pervy! bo offers the two of you a ride back down and you’re boyfriend’s hesitant but you’re quick to take him up on the offer and get in. to no surprise, your boyfriend doesn’t follow, and says he needs to use his bathroom.

inside the house, slightly pervy! bo points the man upstairs and explains where the bathroom is before heading to get the fan belt.

slightly pervy! bo who hears a loud scream from upstairs as he makes his way to the front door. hoping you hadn’t heard from outside.

slightly pervy! bo who closes the door behind himself as he leaves the home, grin spread at seeing you still sitting in the car.

slightly pervy! bo who slides himself into the car with you and who gives a simple excuse to why your boyfriend hasn’t come out of the house yet. even though he knows his brother has probably already waxed his face clean.

slightly pervy! bo who’s not surprised when he catches the way you rub your arms, trying to get warm. “ya cold?” he mumbled, making you look towards him and nod. you watch as he raises his arm and sits it upon the top of the seat. you share a glance between the open space and his face, clearly unsure.

slightly pervy! bo didn’t understand what had changed since he and your boyfriend had left. maybe you’d heard the scream, he slightly frowned at the idea. he wanted to keep you. “i don’t bite… too hard,” he says with a grin, trying to lighten your heart. he could tell you didn’t understand the jokes but you don’t allow it to shy you away from his warmth.

slightly pervy! bo who watches you move over and allow his arm to wrap about you. he feels you relax in his touch as your sweet smell takes over his senses. “you’re sweet,” you mindlessly say, moving closer to him. he lets out a chuckle, looking over at you in disbelief, “sweet, huh?” as if you knew he was looking at you, you look at him with a light smile. “yeah.”

slightly pervy! bo doesn’t try to hide the glare he gives your lips. “might really have to keep you,” he mumbles to mostly himself. the lingering tension that the both of you don’t shy away from leads bo to lean in.

slightly pervy! bo who finally meets your lips in a kiss. lips greedily kissing you deep and rough. you whine at how rough he’s kissing you but it isn’t a complaint. “bo,” you whine, hoping he would hear you through his kisses. “can i?” you ask, hand rubbing at his leg. “come on,” slightly pervy! bo responds, and you straddle his lap.

slightly pervy! bo who, once his cock is free, allows you to slide him inside of you. you rock your hips a bit, trying to adjust before going any faster but he doesn’t acknowledge that and grips your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. you yelp at the sudden slam of his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who allows you to get on top and ride him but doesn’t let you fully take control. his hands gripping at your hips as he controls how slow and fast you move. “fuck.” his eyes watched as you moan out, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“bo, think i am gonna cum,” you mull out, hands gripping his shoulders. “gotta wait,” is all he said, his pace not even remotely slowing as he begins bucking his hips up into you. you whine but obey him, continuing to take his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who loves the feeling of your cunt clinching onto him and your whine begging him to cum. “please, bo. really needa cum,” you moan. he’s close, really close. “go ahead, sweet thing,” he groans, hand going to your face to make sure you look at him as you cum. he fucks up into you, groaning as your pussy cum all over him. the clinching of your cunt milking him dry as he cums deep inside of you.

slightly pervy! bo who feeling you move up and down on him while your coming down from your high, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

 2024 kausstar.

𝓴aus. this has been my drafts since july 17, 2023 soo please ignore the smut.

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #house of wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax smut #bo sinclair headcanons #house of wax headcanons #slasher smut #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers

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anonymouscheeses · 19 days

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Hazbin hotel theory (not circus related 🙄)

So we all know Charlie and Vaggie resemble alot of Lucifer and Lillith right?

Lucifer is a fallen angel and Vaggie is a fallen angel. Both sacrificing so much for their lovers. Both having different ideals and beliefs aside from the majority of heaven, because of that they both end up in hell. Also literal head over heels for their wives. Lucifer still wears his ring and Vaggie has very few scenes outside of Charlie.

Charlie and Lillith are both demons, although I guess Lillith is more human I think. But, they both fit in the other category. They both have fallen angel lovers. It's said in the opening cutscene that Lillith was an activist who sang as a way to influence. Charlie is an activist who sings in "ready for this" to persuade the cannibals to join her fight against heaven.

Personality and design wise though, Charlie and Lucifer are the most similar. Lillith and Vaggie? From what we've seen Lillith seemed loving in her pictures but calm and serious at the majority, if that doesn't describe Vaggie I don't know what does. Also Lillith wears purple and Vaggie is at this point purple coded 💀

It's implied that Lucifer had romantic or at the least smeggsual 🤭 relations to Eve. Sure it could have been a joke/lie, but clearly Adam gets pissed and doesn't say that he's wrong. I'd like to think Lillith and Eve also had romantic ties but there's not enough shown of them to make even an evidential guess. It's obvious tho that Lucifer at least was with the both of them at some point. (Maybe even Eve gave birth to Charlie since Lillith was cursed with miscarriages. At least if Viv still wants to keep that. No. No... Lucifer did NOT give birth to Charlie... youre jst weird... /j)

So... if Lucifer, Lillith, and Eve were once all in a polycule or at least a vee(two date one)....

who would be the one that stands in as Eve since Charlie and Vaggie are Lillith and Lucifer?

Plot twist. I'm a two and half halo shipper. It's Emily yall... 😨

HEAR MEE OUTTT!!!

In this image below, Vaggie is jealous that Charlie is holding Emily's hands(YES. CHARLIE IS HOLDING HER HANDS, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. Charlie is very touchy sshh) which is kind of weird they would include that tiny scene. Sure, it could just be comedic but what's comedy except a person who looks too much into a small 1 millisecond scene. It still puts in a dynamic that at first isn't implied to be romantic but! But, having this one scene still creates a slightly romantic undertone dynamic. Even if it's not heavily implied, Vaggie sees Emily as someone who's taking moves on her girlfriend. (Which could also imply Lillith and Eve's first impression before they got in a polycule.)

What I'm about to say is pure speculation, there still isn't much to go off of in the show at the moment with these six. But I think I have some points that maayyy just be smart for an idiot like me :3. Emily is an angel yes, but we aren't sure what Eve's fate was, where she went or what happened to her after. Maybe she stayed with Adam(after the creation of sin), and if Adam could go to heaven, a man who also ate the apple, then I believe Eve could too, it doesn't matter who started(assuming Adam did eat the apple in the show. Most likely.) What I like to speculate is that Eve went to heaven with Adam, although she didn't feel happy in their marriage and decided to make herself a fallen angel to be with Lucifer and Lillith, her true lovers.

Now the similarities with Eve and Emily? They both are against the ideas of those higher than them in heaven. Emily is against the idea of extermination in hell because she feels its unnecessary genocide. Eve went against heavens orders and ate the apple from Lucifer for knowledge. Oh also look haha their hair is kinda similar in the images below(not actual evidence but still its kinda cool) That's where the current canon similarities end. But ofc the big well known theory is that Emily will become a fallen angel because she goes against Sera's wishes. I HOPE she doesn't but in this show? Yeah, most likely. Currently Emily hasn't taken action, but maybe one day she will, which is the most likely situation. And if I'm right that Eve was a fallen angel then that would also be ANOTHER similarity. (Also. Ya'll.... the woman who picked up baby Charlie in "more than anything" was NOT Lillith. Like okay, maybe she is, but that didn't look like her AT ALL. She didn't have the same slick back mullet. But, in the image below, Eve and the woman who picked up baby Charlie have the exact same hair. Jst another thing I wanted to throw in to further evident that Lucifer Lillith and Eve were in a polycule/vee)

I LOVE TWO AND A HALF HALOS SO MUCH GUYSS. PLEASE FEED INTO MY NAIVETY. LUCIFER'S STOLEN WIVES AND CHARLIE'S ANGELS ARE LITERALLY CANON AND NO ONE CAN SAY OTHERWISE TO ME 😭😭

BONUS!! Adam is Lillith's ex rightt??? Well Lute is basically Vaggie's ex. Sure, you could argue that- no. No girl, they was exes, I know, Viv told me herself smhhh..... not only are both Lucifer and Vaggie fallen angels because they had different ideals from heaven, Lillith and Charlie are both activists who use their voice as powers, Eve and Emily go against heaven, BUT LILLITH AND VAGGIE BOTH HAVE EXES??

Bro, Adam and Lute are also besties like? The polycules kicked them out and then they were like, "nuh uh, now we're gonna date eachother since yall don't want us" 😭

Basically what I'm saying is that Lucifer's stolen wives and Charlie's angels are Canon and no one can say otherwise because I'm so smart. If anyone says they aren't just link them to here and BOOM we got another one added to the small ship. Also. This is so underrated. Ya'll.. the potential is so crazy. And since Charlie and Vaggie are already established it would be so intense and adorable to watch Emily try to impress and date them both. Uggghh so.... hyperfixated..... I hope this isn't my special interest now 😭

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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SEX, DRUGS, ETC. (part 2) (steddie x reader)

summary: steve gets an idea of something new he wants to try with you and eddie (part one HERE)

relationship: steve harrington x eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5,807

warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI), smut and fluff, poly dynamics, flirting, kissing, cuddling, established poly relationship, threesome (m/m/f), let’s just say steve is more of a dom this time (not with eddie tho he’s still very much a sub), grinding, teasing, eddie watches you and steve before joining, oral (f and m receiving), handcuffs, v fingering, dirty talk, masturbation, steve is a lil unexperienced with guys but definitely not with girls, it’s fine tho cause eddie is a good teacher, i guess orgasm delay?, anal (m/m, unprotected), the “don’t you, big boy" is used because of course that should be in there, aftercare

a/n: because y'all seemed to enjoy last one, here's part two. i'll probably make a part three so if you like this one or if you have any ideas let me know!!

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated

masterlist | AO3

"Look who decided to show up."

You roll your eyes with a smile. "Can I come in?"

"Please," Eddie replied, moving aside to let you walk inside his trailer.

"Is Steve here already?"

"Yeah, he actually spend the night, left before my uncle could find him here, and came back when he left for work," he explained, pointing at the very back of the trailer where his bedroom was. "We're in my room."

"Traitors," you muttered as a joke as you walked to Eddie's room. "You hang out without me now?"

As soon as you walk inside Eddie's room, your eyes landed on Steve, who was laying on the bed just in a pair of Eddie's sweatpants. The moment he saw you, his eyes light up as he quickly stood up to greet you. His arms wrapped around your waist to hug you, moving back from you just enough to leave a quick kiss on your lips.

"Hi, you," he said in an incredibly sweet voice, genuinely happy to see you. "I missed you."

"Missed you too, Steve."

Eddie walked pass the two of you to seat by his desk. "How come he gets a hug and a kiss but I get nothing?"

"You can just ask for it, you know?" you replied, pulling away from your embrace with Steve to look at him. Eddie stared at you for a few seconds, the cutest smile you have ever seen appearing on his face at the time he extended his arms for you, waiting for you to walk closer.

Of course you wouldn't leave him sitting there with his arms stretched out for you, so you walked those extra steps to meet him. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, his head leveling with your stomach since he was still sitting. The moment one of your hands flew up to play with his hair, he involuntarily rested his head against your body, the sensation of it making you feel butterflies.

This is how things would usually go when you hang out with Eddie and Steve. The three of you would talk about whatever, sit together on the couch to watch a movie Steve would take from the store he worked at, smoked some weed...basically whatever you felt like doing. To anyone that would look like any other group of friends, but the three of you were far from that. Because a group of friends don't say the type of things you say to each other, and they definitely don't kiss and sleep with each other.

So if friends didn't do that, then it probably means you, Eddie and Steve aren't friends. But you're not something else either. It was kinda weird because you've never been in this situation before. You've dated people here and there, sure, but it was always one person at a time. You never found yourself in a situation where you wanted to be with two people at the same time. When it comes to them, you genuinely enjoy being with both.

And it's not like you're in a position where you have to choose between them, because they seemed comfortable with the idea of all of you practically dating each other at the same time. And it works, and it makes sense that things are the way they are. You didn't have to choose if you wanted Eddie or Steve, just like neither of them wanted to chose you or the other. Everyone chose everyone, basically.

It was a bit frustrating that things had to stay between the three of you, though. You couldn't go out on dates or kiss in public or do the usual stuff people do when they like someone else, because it was evident people in this town would never understand if they find out. A girl dating two guys? A guy dating a guy and a girl? At the same time? Three people dating each other? That just didn't make sense. And to be completely fair, it didn't fully make sense to you either, but it felt right and you felt comfortable. That's all that really matters. Maybe you don't understand it now- hell, maybe you'll never understand it, but you feel good and happy when you're with them and you wouldn't change a thing.

So basically the three of you were somewhat of an established thing, but had to keep it private to avoid the negativity that it would bring if everyone in town found out.

"There's some weed left if you want some," Eddie said, moving back from you just to point at the small bag on top of his desk, then quickly returning to his previous position.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot to tell you! Eddie tried to teach me how to roll a joint earlier," Steve quickly added, already laying back on the bed.

"He was terrible," the other guy commented.

"Yeah, I was," he admitted. "Though to be completely fair..."

"I was not a bad teacher," Eddie quickly cut him off, probably already having this conversation before. "It was you the one that wouldn't listen to me."

"Okay, since when a teacher yells so much?"

"I didn't yell at you!"

"You did yell at me! And you're yelling to me right now!"

You couldn't help but giggle at their little exchange, instinctively hugging Eddie tighter in sign of affection. God, you were happy to have these two dorks all to yourself.

"I'm kinda hungry, do you have anything?" you asked, cutting their little argument.

"I think there's pizza in the fridge," Eddie replied. "That is if mr. steal-my-food didn't eat it already without me realizing."

Steve faked a face of surprise at the accusation, looking at you in disbelief. "Do you see the way he's treating me right now?"

You completely ignored the pair as you left the room, leaving them to it while you went to check if the leftovers Eddie mentioned were still there. You could faintly hear them half-arguing, half-flirting for a few seconds before you hear Steve's laugh and then absolutely nothing else. When you got back to the room with your now heated pizza, you realized why they were so quiet all of a sudden. Apparently Eddie got up of his seat and joined Steve on the bed, perhaps kissing before you walked into the room, but you only got to see when Steve gently pulled a strand of Eddie's hair behind his ear, to which Eddie replied by grabbing his hand and kissing it, holding him as he looked back into his eyes affectionately. The scene made your heart melt.

As you sat on the chair, Steve flipped around on the bed to face you and Eddie took that as a chance to wrap his arms around him, cuddling Steve from behind

"Should I put some music?" you offered.

"Anything but Iron Maiden, please," Steve replied, which caused Eddie to scoff in disbelief.

"Lucky your cute, Harrington, otherwise I'd have kicked you out as soon as you said that."

You looked around the tapes scattered all around Eddie's desk before choosing Ozzy, standing up to put the tape in the record player and making sure to lower the volume, knowing Eddie enjoys blasting his music a little too loud. Only when you had finished eating, you finally took your shoes off and joined the two of them on the bed, snuggling closer to Steve as he wrapped an arm around you.

And none of you found it necessary to speak, choosing to stay in each other's arms in complete silence as Ozzy Osbourne played in the background. The best part of your day has come to moments like this: just you hanging out with Steve and Eddie, doing whatever, enjoying each other's company.

You enjoyed how things turned out between the three of you. After the first time all of you spend the night at Eddie's trailer, you were afraid things would be weird the morning after. Because how things wouldn't be weird if you had sex and then fell asleep literally hugging each other? But the next morning things were so great, and both of them seemed so comfortable around you, and you all could sit around the dinning table to have breakfast before Eddie's uncle would get back from work, and talk and flirt here and there and everything was perfect. You practically thought about the two of them all day (and the next day) before you finally got to see them again when Steve asked the two of you to watch a movie with him. To you that movie night felt exactly like a date. Maybe it was for them too. It is for you at least.

As the three of you were cuddling in Eddie's bed, you noticed he leaned his head close enough to be able to leave tiny kisses all over the side of Steve's neck, which immediately made the other guy smile. Of course he wasn't going to complain, choosing to slightly titled his head to the side to give him more space to continue.

In the few weeks you've been dating these two, you started to notice the type of people they are in a relationship. Eddie is definitely more of a talkative and physical type of lover, not missing a single chance to hold you or compliment you. He's definitely the one that expresses his feelings through kisses, hugs and flirting. Just whatever he feels to do in the moment to show you and Steve how much he appreciates you.

Steve on the other hand was more of an actions type of guy. He shows love through what he does. Whether is remembering the most random and insignificant thing you could possibly say to another human being, or visiting you at work just to see you during the day. He was unconditional, loyal, and so incredibly caring. He cares so much about you and Eddie, willing to stay hours just listening to your problems if that means you'd feel better. And he would remember everything you told him, and maybe give one or two advices (because he's apparently so good at that too!) and give you a gift the next day in hopes that would cheer you up.

They compliment each other so well, you honestly have no idea how you managed to make the two of them like you back.

It didn't took long for things to escalate, Eddie's grip on Steve's side tightening as his kisses became more hungry and desperate. "Someone's eager," Steve commented.

"Always," was his response, barely moving back from Steve's neck before continuing what he was doing.

"You know, I wanted to talk to you about something," Steve continued. Eddie ignored him and as he still kissed his neck, so he just continued talking. "I wanted to try something."

"Try something?" you asked, trying to figure out if he meant what you were thinking.

"Yeah, I mean...just if you guys want to. If not, it's fine."

Just then, Eddie moved back to look at Steve. "What is it?"

Steve didn't realize how nerve-wrecking it would be to talk about this, even when he trusts the two of you so much. He knows you would never judge him, but this was still so new to him, he had a hard time trying to voice his thoughts.

"Well, I've never been with a guy before. Like, ever. Especially if sex is involved," he started. "So...I guess I wanted to- I mean, I've always wondered what it would feel like to..."

Eddie interrupted with a chuckle, the biggest smile on his face. "Are you about to ask me to fuck you, Steve Harrington?"

"Shut up," he quickly said in embarrassment. "But yeah, I guess that's what I'm asking. But only if you guys are okay with that. I don't mind if that's not your thing."

"Oh, it is definitely my thing," Eddie quickly assured him. "What about you, sweetheart?"

"Sounds fun," you shrugged. If the two of them felt comfortable with the idea, then you have no reason not to agree. To be honest, watching Eddie and Steve having sex sounded like a wonderful idea, especially if it's Steve the one proposing to give it a try.

"Let's do it then," Eddie concluded, the smile never once disappearing from his face. "Though I want to do something first, because last time you two had most of the fun and I don't think that's fair," he added, the tone of his voice and the way he looked at you revealed he already had a very clear idea of what he wanted.

"And what is it that you want?" you dared to ask, thinking to yourself that whatever it was, you probably would enjoy it.

Eddie's smile turned into a smirk, one of his hands finding its way inside the pair of sweatpants that Steve was wearing to already begin stimulating him, feeling his dick already starting to get hard with his touch. "I'd like to see you two have sex first."

You and Steve exchanged a look, silently trying to figure out if the other was okay with that request. It was Steve the one who spoke first, "I'm completely okay with that."

"Good," was all you said before you pull him closer to you for a very much needed and heated kiss.

Eddie moved out of the way to leave you two to it, standing up from the bed to walk to his desk, not once wanting to move his eyes away from you. Steve grabbed your hips and immediately pulled you closer, forcing you to straddle him as you continued to devour each other's mouths.

It was impossible for you not to start moving on top of him, making sure to grind against him long and hard, making him grunt as his head leaned back onto the pillow, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the way you moved against him.

"Is this okay, Eddie?" you turned around to look at him, needing to hear his approval.

"You're doing great, baby," he smirked, watching from his desk. "But Steve better puts one hell of a show if he wants me to fuck him later."

"So, no pressure?" he asks ironically.

"You gotta earn it, Harrington.”

You rested your upper body completely against Steve's chest, your fingers tracing all the way down his arms until your hands found his, moving them from your hips to your ass so he could start using them to move you against his dick. While he forced you to rock your hips at whatever speed he wanted to, you started kissing all over his neck, your tongue tracing a line from his collarbone to his ear. You could hear his breath becoming heavier as you continued to lick up his neck, giving your ass a squeeze as he increased your speed on top of him.

He let out a barely audible moan the second you move back from him, sounding more like a complaint than an expression of the pleasure he was feeling right now thanks to you. Again, you turned back to look at Eddie before doing anything else. His once bright eyes were the darkest you have even seen them, almost in a trance as he watched the two of you. He had one arm crossed across his body, the other pressed against his chest while his knuckles rested against his lips, his thumb impatiently playing with the ring on his pointer finger.

Your attention went back to Steve when you felt him pulling your shirt up, quickly helping him to take it off. He wasted no time to take off your bra too before beginning to unbuttoning your pants. Knowing it would be impossible to get rid of them in this position, you got off the bed to take them off, making sure to do it slowly just to tease the two guys you were with because- well, you also wanted to put up a show.

Before you could go back to the bed, Steve sat up to grab something hanging from Eddie's wall right next to the bed. "Come here, sweetheart," he instructed, showing you the handcuffs he was now holding. You did as he said, extending both of your arms to him before he easily managed to put the handcuffs on you.

You lay down on the bed before he grabbed one of your wrists, forcing both your arms up so they would rest on the pillows and above your head. He climbed on top of you, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss, your tongues meeting almost immediately. You moaned into the kiss, wishing you could trace your fingers down his back at that very moment.

He only pulled away from your lips to slowly make his way down his body, taking his time on purpose just to tease you. He left kisses along your jaw, neck, collarbone, and now he was getting closer to your tits.

You shudder beneath him with desperation, hoping he would stop looking up at you with doe-like eyes and instead focus back on his route down your body. He eventually showed you mercy, kissing one of your tits as you moaned with gratitude for that much needed contact. He kissed it again before his tongue circled around your nipple in a painfully slow motion. It made you so desperate that you tried to move your arms down, only for him to push them back up.

But Steve is by no means an ungenerous lover, so he decided to give you what you wanted as his mouth captured one of your tits, his tongue increasing its speed as it traces more and more circles. He made sure to take his time pleasing one before pleasing the other. You would continue to moan underneath his body, your legs spreading impossibly further to give him absolutely all the space he needed.

You could feel you were ridiculously wet already, anticipating the feeling of him licking and kissing somewhere else. He continued down your body, leaving various kisses down your belly, your back arching more and more as he approached the part where you needed him the most.

"Fuck," you complained when he stopped once again, looking up at you with innocent eyes. "Steve, please..."

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you need," he says in the softest voice ever, leaving a tiny kiss just above your underwear.

"I...I need you to take my panties off."

And he did just that, he slides the piece of clothing down your legs before playfully throwing it at Eddie. When you focused back on him, it was impossible to ignore the massive erection in his pants. That means you and Steve are doing a good job, which also means he's closer to getting fucked like he wanted.

When Steve returned his attention to you, you honestly thought he would finally begin to eat you out, but he didn't. "Steveeee," you whine, moving your hips in an attempt to create at least some sort of friction that could help you, though of course you got nothing.

"I did what you told me to do," he replied. "If you need something else, you have to say it. Otherwise I wouldn't know what it is."

God, you hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him.

"Please fuck the shit out of me with your mouth," you say exasperated, about to lose your mind if you didn't get him to eat you out right now.

He grinned. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You.Hate.Him.

But you barely got time to think about your hatred for him when his name slips out of your mouth the second you feel his tongue against your pussy. And it feels so good to finally have him licking and sucking at your clit and your entrance that you forget why you even hated him in the first place and all you can think is to plead him to go faster.

You once again moved your arms down, wanting to grab his hair and shove him impossibly close to you, fearing he would stop what he was doing just to continue with the teasing. You were so desperate, that you didn't know if you could handle him stopping now.

But just like the time before, he moved back from you and forced your arms back up, giving you a warning look. "You have to hold still for me, okay?"

"I can't...Steve, please!" you replied. "Please go faster."

The second his mouth returned to where he was just seconds ago, you closed your eyes at the sensation, trying to remind yourself not to move your arms back down to avoid him pulling away. Just like the previous time he was eating you out, he was absolutely amazing. He licked and sucked as if his life depended exclusively on those two actions, the sounds he would make and the groans that would leave his mouth made the experience just so much better.

His mouth moves up to your clit, moving his tongue against you before sucking hard on it, making you moan even louder because he just wouldn't let go and he was looking up at you as he was doing it, enjoying to watch your reaction.

You couldn't control the sounds leaving your mouth when one of his fingers entered you, painfully slow, not stretching you out in the way you need right now. Luckily, your problem was solved when Steve added another finger, making sure to curl them as deep as he could inside you, separating them just enough as he pulled them out to stretch you out just a little more.

"Please, please, pleaseee, keep going," was all you managed to say, knowing that if he kept sucking on your clit like that and fingering you, you wouldn't be able to hold back your orgasm for too long.

He moved back just enough to ask, "You like that, sweetheart?"

You looked down at him, half his face completely covered in a mixture of your juices and his own saliva. That has got to be the most wonderful thing you've ever seen.

"Yes! Yes, you're so good at this," you replied almost too quick. He was pretty sure he could do whatever he wanted to you and you'd be okay with that because you're so desperate to cum. "I can't wait to come all over your face."

Steve smirked at the last part, resuming what he was doing with his tongue, licking circles around your clit before sucking on it as hard as he possibly could, the speed of his fingers going in and out of you increasing too.

And while of of this was happening, Eddie has been trying to hold himself back from joining the two of you because this was quite literally the hottest thing he has ever seen. He already undress himself a long time ago, at first just sitting in his underwear while touching himself on top of the fabric, but right now he was completely naked by his desk, pleasing himself as he watched.

Your eyes met his for a second, but you got quickly distracted by the way his hand was moving up and down his length, letting out the prettiest sounds ever, clearly enjoying what you and Steve were up to.

It was only a few seconds later while Steve continued devouring your clit and fingering you that you could feel your body tightening and your hips involuntarily moving at a faster speed, providing you with more friction than before. You knew you were close, and you didn't know how long you were gonna be able to continue. "I...I'm gonna..." you were able to say, your eyes once again meeting Eddie's.

"Fuck," you heard Eddie muttering under his breath, fully losing control over himself. "Hold it just a little longer, princess," he added, walking towards the edge of the bed and right behind Steve. "I've got to give Steve here what he wants."

Steve moved back from you again, this time turning his head to look behind him, staring at Eddie in disbelief, yet excited. "Wait, really?"

"You put up a show like I told you to do, so you deserve to be rewarded."

At the sound of that, Steve practically jumped out of the bed to quickly remove the sweatpants he was wearing, going back to the position he previously was at the edge of the bed, his head leveling with your pussy again.

"Is this okay?" he asked, not really having much idea about how to do this. He only knew he wanted it. Badly.

"Perfect," Eddie replied, grabbing both of Steve's hips to pull the lower part of his body just slightly upwards.

Steve didn't want to keep you waiting so he quickly begin licking up and down your slit before his two fingers continued to move in and out of you. "Wait, wait!" you said, both of them looking up at you. "Can I take the handcuffs off now?"

Eddie walked over to his nightstand to search for the key, finally setting your hands free. He didn't mind hanging them again on the wall, throwing them to the floor to head back towards Steve.

You watched as Eddie licked the palm of his hand before stroking himself before repeating those exact same actions one again, using that to lubricate his dick enough so it would be easier to enter the guy who continued to vigorously eat you out. His pace, however, slowed the second he started to feel Eddie entering him.

It was new and it was painful at first. He had to move away from you in order to try and focus on getting over the pain so he could begin enjoying the feeling of Eddie slowly filling him. You reached for his hand, allowing him to hold onto you and squeeze your hand if that meant he could relax sooner.

Eddie was gentle and patient, knowing the first thrusts won't be enjoyable at all, trying his best not to hurt Steve. When he was finally all the way in, he said, "Tell me when you're ready."

Steve leaned his head down, his hair partially covering his forehead and his eyes shut as he tried to adjust to Eddie's size. After a few seconds, the two of you heard him reply, "I'm ready."

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure, Eddie. Please, just...move."

And so Eddie did. He moved half-way out, still very slowly. Steve let out a moan after that, the sensation starting to get slightly more tolerable. Eddie continued his thrusts at a very slow pace while you held Steve's hand, your fingers interlocking with his. You didn't care that you never reached your orgasm. To you it's far more important that Steve can enjoy himself during sex. "You're doing great," you said.

Steve appreciated the encouragement. After a few more thrust, the pain begin feeling like nothing but pleasure, already wanting Eddie to move faster. As a way to let him know what he wanted, he moved his hips back and forth as a way to let him know he was comfortable enough to do that, so he was definitely ready for him to move at a higher speed.

Just then, Eddie's thrust became faster. Not all the way, but it was still faster. And now that he wasn't in pain, Steve continued eating you out. His fingers resumed going in and out of you at their previous speed in hopes your orgasm arrives as soon as possible.

The sounds coming out of Steve's mouth vibrated against you as his mouth continued to devour you. And while he was doing that, Eddie was gripping Steve's hips tightly, going in and out of him each time faster and faster.

Since Steve was more stimulated now, he was more eager with you. He began fingering you hard- the hardest yet, and it was delicious. All you could do was moan as both of your hands tangled in his hair so it wouldn't fall on his face. At the scene in front of him, Eddie had to speed his thrusts again because it was just not enough. He just couldn't get enough of you, of Steve, of this.

Your orgasm didn't take long to announce its return, your legs trembling and your head spinning when you were finally able to cum, your back arching more than ever now as you pulled at Steve's hair to move him back from you. It was too much. You couldn't handle his fingers and his mouth at the same time. That would most likely make you cum all over again as soon as your body would slightly recover.

Steve noticed you were over stimulated, only using his mouth this time to clean you off, making sure to leave a kiss on the inside of your thigh. You stood up from the bed to crawl towards Steve, kissing him shortly before staring at him, your hands holding his face, admiring how pretty he looked while Eddie fucked him.

"You like how Eddie feels?" you asked, earning only a nod from Steve. He was clearly at a loss of words right now. "You look so beautiful like this," you added, pulling him back for a kiss.

He had to move away from the kiss seconds later to rest his head against your shoulder once Eddie continued to fuck him at an impossibly fast pace. You allowed him to rest himself against you, your fingers playing with his hair.

"Want to help me make him feel even better?" Eddie asked you, panting, his hair a complete mess and all sweaty as it sticks to his neck. He didn't wait for your answer before grabbing Steve's hair and force him to stand up, their bodies now fully pressed. Eddie leaned to the side just enough to talk to Steve, his face inches away from his. "Would you like that, Steve?"

"Yes..." he barely says, too lost in his own pleasure to say anything else.

Eddie didn't have to elaborate what it was that he wanted you to do, because you seemed to understand just perfectly as you grabbed the base of Steve's dick to put him inside your mouth. You began to suck him off, making sure not to look away from either of them since both guys were staring down at you now. Eddie was smiling, while Steve was trying very hard not to cum right at that very moment, his face showing he was quite literally being wrecked by Eddie.

Both of them were a sweaty mess and Eddie didn't look like wanting to slow down. Ever. If he could he could fuck Steve for the rest of his life. The two of them were also moaning and grunting and cussing under their breath, which let you know they were so close to reach their orgasm and you just couldn't wait to see that.

"You like getting fucked from behind while she sucks your dick, don't you, big boy?" you heard Eddie asking Steve, right next to his ear.

And that was it for Steve. He almost collapsed on the bed if it wasn't for Eddie holding him up. You were quick to move your hand up and down his dick as fast as you could before putting him back inside your mouth, the stimulation working to get your mouth filled with his cum almost immediately, making sure to swallow all of it before moving back.

All it took were just two or three more thrusts for Eddie to cum, holding onto Steve as he did. The two of them looked exhausted as you moved away from the bed to give them space to lay there, barely able to keep their eyes open. Eddie was grinning like an idiot while Steve laid on his side with one of his hands running across his forehead in an attempt to be less sweaty. You located Steve's shirt on the floor and quickly got dressed with that and your panties.

You made your way towards them, "you two should get a shower," you commented.

"Can't...can't get up," Steve muttered, still very much tired.

Knowing that was probably true, you left the room to go to the bathroom, gathering clean towels and damping them with cold water, making sure to squeeze both of the towels you selected to avoid leaving a trail of water on your way back.

You walked inside the room again, moving the chair to the side of the bed. You decided to attend Steve first, since he looked the most tired. He was with his eyes closed, probably already falling asleep, as you used the towel to clean some of the sweat off his body. You made sure to clean his face, neck and parts of his chest before leaning closer as you caressed his cheek affectionately. "Do you need something else?"

All you got was a low grunt from him, which you figured it was his way of saying no. The poor guy was exhausted so you didn't want to bother him anymore.

Eddie stood up from the bed now, putting his underwear back on. "Sit," you ordered.

He did as told, sitting at the edge of the bed as you sat next to him to also clean him off. "Looks like we're gonna have a hard time getting him to wake up tomorrow," he says, turning to look at Steve who was very much asleep now.

"Yeah, you really wore him off."

"At least we know what to do when we want him to shut up."

The comment made you laugh, finishing with your work of cleaning his face and neck. "Do you want anything?"

"I was gonna get some water, actually."

"Okay, stay here. I got it."

You walked out of the bedroom again to get Eddie a glass of water. When you got back, he immediately drank the entire glass before handing it back to you. "Thanks."

"No need," you replied. "Want to get some sleep now?"

"Yes, please," he pouted, also feeling extremely tired. "Do you have a hair tie with you?"

You looked at your wrist and realized you didn't, though you were sure you had one when you got here. It took you a few seconds, but you were finally able to find it on the floor. "Here," you said, handing it to him.

He took the hair tie and quickly took his hair back to put it all in a loose ponytail before going to sleep, hoping that would keep his hair from falling all over the place. "We have to wake him up so we can get under the covers," he pointed out.

"Can't you just move him?"

Eddie sighed but didn't say anything else, getting off the bed to lean next to Steve. "Hey, Steve? Can you wake up just for a second?"

Another grunt.

"A whole hurricane could throw us across the air and he would never know," Eddie says with obvious annoyance. "Whatever. I grab his legs, you pull back the covers."

You did as he instructed, managing to cover Steve so he could sleep more comfortably. He didn't even react, though at this point you didn't expect him to do. Neither of you wanted to bother Steve any further so Eddie gently laid next to him and extended one of his arms to invite you over to join them. You snuggle closer to Eddie and he gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before the two of you went to sleep.

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WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEAL | Remus Lupin – Son! Male Reader.

Summary: Remus had within him a destructive beast that destroyed and destroyed itself. And on one of those nights he gives himself a wound that cannot be healed.

Warnings: Angst, the kind of Angst that will destroy you. Happy ending tho? There is some Fluff (father-son bond) but mostly Angst. Description of wounds (the wolf attacking itself). Sensitive topics (I don't want to say it because I don't want to give spoilers but it is a pretty painful topic). Remus is a great dad :( Enjoy?

Btw, english is not my first language so there may be some errors in my writing. I'm still learning!

Remus' body was covered in scars of all sizes. Some longer, some shorter. Some more painful, some less painful. But they were all there. Written on his skin, telling his story. Like a brand that would stay with him forever. The evidence of his pain, his past, his present and his future. The wounds he had inflicted on himself as a result of his own desperation, of his own pain, of that beast that lived inside him and escaped from his interior every full moon. Remus hated himself, he always had. And he didn't believe he ever stopped doing it. It was something he couldn't help. His condition, his curse, that burden that he carried with him everywhere. The burden that he forced everyone around him to carry. His family, his friends... His son. Remus felt like that, a burden. A nuisance.

That's how it was for many years. Eventually, he learned to live with it. Maybe it was all the nights that Sirius had comforted him or the responsibility of being a father that had made him put his own pain aside, but Remus felt happy. Happy because, despite his lycanthropy, he had a wonderful life. He had people who loved him. He had friends, he had family. He had lost many loved ones, yes, but he still had many more to carry on for. The most important person in his life; his son, would soon be graduating, and Remus' only wish was to see him grow up. That was the only thing he wanted. Remus was happy because for the first time in his life he looked around and didn't see pain, he saw love. He saw a future that he was eager for. Seeing his son grow up, graduate, fulfill his dreams, was enough for him to forget everything that had been tormenting him for so many years.

But life is cruel, isn't it?

Just a few days after his son turned seventeen, Remus had a particularly rough night. He didn't have Wolfsbane, he had spent that month's money buying his son a gift. It was a sacrifice he was willing to do for him, so he simply decided to find a place where he can spend the full moon. Just like old times. He had already been through that many times so he didn't thought this time would be different. What a mistake. Remus would never be able to get that night out of his head. It would repeat itself in his consciousness over and over again like a broken record because that day his life changed completely.

His wolf was enraged. Out of control like it hadn't been in many years. He dug his long nails deep into his own skin, Remus could feel the burning pain course through his body as his wounds spurted blood. It was horrible. Maddening. A pain that Remus had forgotten and didn't want to remember. But there it was, reminding him once again like a macabre joke. His wolf bit and tore his own skin, almost skinning himself. It seemed like the animal wanted to kill itself. Hitting against things, banging his own head against the wall until he almost lost consciousness, biting and scratching his own skin until the floor was painted with his own blood.

It was a blurry night. The only thing Remus remembered from that night was all the pain he had felt and waking up in the hospital the next day. Bedridden. Not being able to move, not being able to speak. Completely paralyzed.

•

Time had passed since that night.

It was a cold morning. Christmas was near, the year was ending. Many people were celebrating with their families and friends, but Remus couldn't. Not in the condition he was in. His son dragged the wheelchair to the kitchen, settling it in front of the table where [Y/N] hurried to put the dishes. “Today I cooked your favorite, dad” the teenager said, speaking with a naturalness unbecoming of the situation. Remus watched him carefully, the boy was serving breakfast with a smile that Remus knew he was forcing onto his face. “I tried to do it like you used to. It was a little difficult because I had to do it from memory but hey, I don't think it's that bad” [Y/N] said, showing him a weak, gentle smile, sitting next to him.

[Y/N] still spoke to him, and Remus was deeply grateful for that. He understood that it wasn't easy to talk to a person when you know you won't receive an answer. [Y/N] was strong enough, thoughtful enough to still talk to his father. And Remus was grateful. He never in his life wanted to say ‘thank you’ as much as in that moment, but he couldn't. Even if he tried, only a few sounds would come out of his mouth. Nothing more. [Y/N] looked at his father, motionless in that wheelchair. He felt a horrible lump in his throat, and the deep need to cry. But he held back. He couldn't. Not there, not in front of his father. “...Here, let me help you,” he said, bringing the plate to him.

Helping him, that was what [Y/N] had been doing for him since the accident. That and so much more. Since that night, since that full moon, Remus had been confined to a wheelchair. His body was completely paralyzed. Weak movements with his face and hands were all he could do. He couldn't speak either, a few moans were the only thing he could let out with effort. Remus was imprisoned in his own body, a body that had become useless. [Y/N] had practically become the man of the house, Remus couldn't work anymore, he couldn't do anything for himself. And the responsibility had fallen on his son, who wasn't even an adult yet. “Wanna try?” [Y/N] said, holding the fork to Remus' mouth as if he were a baby. Remus swallowed, one of the few things he could do on his own. He felt useless. “It tastes good, doesn't it?” [Y/N] couldn't help but let a small proud smile leave his lips. He didn't usually cook, he had been forced to learn to do so after the accident, and every small achievement was a source of pride for him, and for Remus too. Remus was happy for him and at the same time he was so sorry. “I'm not that bad of a cook after all, huh?” he said with a boyish smile. He felt so proud of himself, Remus wanted to smile at him so badly. Tell him that of course he was a good cook, that he could be the best if he wanted to. But he couldn't. He was trapped behind his motionless body.

Remus never felt so miserable in his life. He felt so useless, so desolate. He was screaming in pain inside but he was silent outside. A silence that drove him crazy. It was a pain and desperation that he couldn't show and Remus had never in his life appreciated being able to speak as much as he did now. He couldn't stop thinking about all those times he didn't speak, all those times he kept things to himself. All those times he had something to say and didn't say it. All the things he had to say and couldn't. It was an overwhelming anxiety, wanting to scream and not having a voice.

But you don't appreciate what you have until you lose it, right?

“I've talked to mom.” [Y/N] continued talking while feeding his father. “She said she will send us money this month too. Luckily she's been.. ehm, nice.” Remus didn't get along with [Y/N]'s mother. It was a strained and uncomfortable relationship. The woman seemed to hate Remus and has stayed away from him since [Y/N] was born. She only spoke to her son's father because she had no other option, and Remus was sure that if she could make him disappear she would. But her heart seemed to have softened when she learned of Remus' new condition -which only made Remus more miserable-. She had been the one who had been helping them financially since the accident, because Remus could no longer provide for himself or his son. “Still, I've got a job for this vacation,” he smiled at him, “I want to help, you know? Even if it's just a little.” The teen said, giving Remus a small smile that reminded him of his own. Remus felt so guilty. His son was still a child, Remus still saw him as a child. A teenager who didn't know anything about the world yet. A boy Remus had yet to finish raising, whom he still had so many things to teach. He was just a boy. His boy. His son, who had been robbed of his teenage years. He, with his limitations, had taken away his teenage years. Even so, [Y/N] continued to help him in every way possible. Cooking for him, helping him bathe, change clothes, even getting a job to help financially. Remus was so proud of him and at the same time he felt like he owed him so, so much.

“It's in a bookstore, that bookstore where the old lady who always wears flowers on her head works, remember?” [Y/N] spoke normally, as if it were just another day in his life. One more of those days before everything happened. Remus remembered that lady. She was a kind, chubby lady, a lady who had practically seen [Y/N] and even Remus grow up. In Remus' first memories of that woman she was already old. And she already worked in that old, small bookstore. Remus remembered a little [Y/N] standing on his tiptoes on the counter every time he went to buy a book there, trying to see over it with his eyes barely catching the old woman's tender smile. Remus would give anything to live those days once again. “She told me that she heard about… you know, the accident. And she said that she wouldn't hesitate to give me a hand if I needed it.” Remus sighed, everyone had been doing that. Feeling sorry for him. Was that supposed to make him feel better? Because he only felt more miserable.

Remus rambled on about that lady for a moment. He had been doing that a lot lately. He couldn't do anything but think, so he had become something of a gossip lady. He couldn't remember the lady's name, but he could remember something very specific. He remembered that that lady's daughter had died, and that she was taking care of her grandson by herself. It was curious, that thing in particular seemed to have been erased from his memory until now. He was surprised to notice all the suffering that that lady had been hiding behind her smile for so many years and Remus not only didn't give it any importance, he also cared so little that he simply forgot about it. He couldn't help but wonder if that would happen to him too. If everyone would eventually forget about his suffering, about his accident. Remus couldn't help but think of his friends turning their backs on him, of his son turning his back on him.

At that point he was just rambling. But his mind had become a black cloud of negative thoughts that followed him everywhere. Maybe they were just stupid thoughts, but he couldn't help it. It's just that he felt so, so useless. He felt like a baby that needed to be taken care of, and he didn't believe that anyone would want to take care of him forever.

It seemed curious how everyone seemed to have so many experiences, so much pain within them. And how simply everything that makes a person cannot be seen behind a look, behind a smile. It was even cruel how everyone just continued with their happiness when so many others were suffering in silence, forgotten. Remus assumed that; everyone suffers in their own circumstances, but that we were always selfish enough to put our pain above that of others. No matter what. Because at the end of the day, we are all a little selfish. Even him, completely forgetting the suffering of the lady he saw almost every day on his way to work.

And no one cared about the pain of a man who couldn't even move.

“And then I remembered that I hadn't seen her grandson in a while, I asked her about it and she didn't hesitate to tell me” He couldn't help but let out a small giggle at that. [Y/N] remembered how much that woman liked to talk and vent about her life. “She told me that her grandson moved, that he was studying at a university. Then she started complaining that her prince” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, smiling. Remus would have smiled alongside him if he could. He had never before noticed how beautiful it was to smile at his son. “left and given up the cashier job. So I didn't hesitate and asked her when I could start working.” He said, with a boyish, victorious smile. Like a child proud of his little achievement.

His son was growing up alone in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything to accompany him. It felt horrible to miss out on his son's life as time continued to pass and pass before his eyes. Remus looked at his boy, barely noticing the innocent features of his little boy on the face of the teenager about to become a man in front of him. [Y/N] was so much like him, in some way or another. Molly had mentioned it several times, his son looked like him. Sometimes it was small gestures, sometimes it was the way he explained things, or sometimes the angle where he looked at his face. But his boy had a lot of him in him. Sometimes Remus looked at [Y/N] and couldn't help but see himself. To see in his son's eyes the same eyes he had been looking in the mirror for years. Remus couldn't help but think that [Y/N] was an improved version of him. And he was so proud of his son.

“Mhm! I haven't told you” [Y/N] said, removing the fork from Remus' suddenly, just when Remus was about to make an effort to swallow. [Y/N] raised the fork to his mouth casually, as if he didn't notice. Remus watched as his son swallowed the food that was meant for him and couldn't help but want to giggle. It was such an innocent, dumb action. [Y/N] hadn't even realized and for some reason it touched him. Remus really, really wished he could hug his boy right then. “I had a new DADA teacher this year” [Y/N] began to tell, Remus' interest quickly piqued. “I think he's my favorite so far.. he's not as good as you, of course, but I like him. His name is Edward.. I hope he lasts and doesn't leave after a year like all DADA teachers, I don't want Snape to be my teacher” [Y/N] said, making a small expression of disgust that Remus would laugh at if he could. He was happy to know that [Y/N] liked his new teacher. Remus regretted not being able to continue being his son's teacher, but at least now he knew that his replacement was good and that his son would continue to maintain a good education. Although he would love to be able to teach his son himself.

Remus looked up, meeting [Y/N]’s eyes again. But this time [Y/N] was silent. Remus knew his son well enough to know he was thinking about something. [Y/N] seemed hesitant this time, his lips pressed together, trying to decide if he should express what he was thinking. Finally, he decided to do it. “...They miss you... your students, they miss you.” Remus knew it, he had received many letters from his students after the accident. He loved teaching DADA. Teaching, communicating, connecting. He missed it so much. His classes, his students. And they missed him too. He was missed, and he didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. “...You were a wonderful teacher, dad.”

A bitter tear ran down his cheek. And then another, and another, and Remus couldn't stop it. He tried to swallow the heavy lump in his throat but the bitterness ran through his body and swallowing hurt. His eyes clouded over and Remus couldn't see his son's worried face anymore. Remus missed so much, so much, that he would give what little was left of him to relive a single day of his old life. “Dad…” [Y/N] murmured worriedly, terrified to see his father crying. He reached out and gently placed his hand on top of Remus'. Oh, his boy. His sweet boy. Remus owed his boy so much. His weak hand struggled to move, finding his son's and giving it a gentle squeeze, a squeeze that was the only thing he had left from those old hugs. He missed being able to hold his son. Remus remembered his baby, his little baby boy, so small and fragile in his arms. So innocent and so pure, sleeping in his father's arms with all the tenderness of a small being. Remus couldn't believe that that tiny baby was now this amazing young boy in front of him. Remus didn't know how he managed to raise someone so wonderful but he was so proud. Remus didn't deserved him, he just didn't.

“Dad don't.. don't cry” He stammered, feeling emotional himself. His father was the strongest person [Y/N] knew, and seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so fragile, so hurt, broke his heart. Things weren't easy for [Y/N] either, he had cried entire nights missing his father. It was all so scary, so sudden. He was just a young boy who now had to face everything by himself. And he still needed his dad, he needed him so much. His care, his guidance. Now he was the one who had taken over as caretaker, and although [Y/N] knew he would do anything for his father, he was terrified. And lost. “I…” [Y/N] bited his lip, trying to hold back his own tears. He didn't know what to say. Seeing the man who raised him break down like that in front of him scared him so much.

[Y/N] could feel the weak grip on his hand. His father's desperate attempt for contact, to feel him close again. He squeezed his hand back, feeling completely destroyed inside. Was this all that was left of his father? [Y/N] missed him so much. He would do anything to be able to hear his father's voice one more time. [Y/N] trembled, swallowing the lump in his throat. His father used to tell him how brave and strong he was when he was little, he wanted to have those words present at all times. Especially now that his father couldn't use his voice to remind him himself. He knew that's what his dad would want him to do. He wiped away the tears with his free hand and then leaned towards Remus, giving him a soft, gentle kiss on the cheek. “It’s okay dad… don't be sad.” He said with a trembling voice, not knowing what to say to take away his father's immense pain. He looked at him, his father's gentle face now static and haggard. He could see the deep sadness behind those empty long-suffering eyes. His father's warm chocolate eyes seemed to have darkened.

“I… I love you so much, dad” His voice had become small and weak, no matter how hard he tried to keep it steady. “And… you don't know.. how much it hurts me to see you like this” this time he just couldn't hold back his tears. “I just… I miss you so much… You don't know... You don't know how much I need you... I need my dad, I...” he trembled “I know you raised me to be brave but... Dad… I'm so scared” He looked at the ground, unable to look his father in the eyes as he finally broke down like a little child. “Please.. come back… I still need you…” He whispered weakly, sobbing as he looked at the ground. Trembling with no one to comfort him.

[Y/N] let himself cry, cry like he had been crying all those nights since the accident, cry like a scared little boy. He liked to imagine his father's long arms hugging him, hiding him in his chest, away from fear, away from everything. Just him and his father's warm love. He wanted to be comforted one more time, just one more time, like when he was a little. He needed it more than ever. He remembered his small form, tiny in front of Remus' large body. He remembered how he used to crawl under his father's sweaters and long coats in the winter, refusing to leave. He remembered his father's sweet chuckle, looking down at him with his warm eyes “So you're going to live in there, huh? Then I guess I'll have to pay you rent.” [Y/N] perfectly remembered his father's voice saying that and it hurt him so much.

It was at that moment when he felt a subtle, soft, almost phantom caress of his father's thumb on his hand. [Y/N] looked up, thinking that perhaps it had been his imagination, that his mind was cruelly playing with him. But there it was. His father's long, weak fingers were moving ghostly. Caressing him. Speaking without speaking. [Y/N] began to cry again, but no longer from sadness. He trembled as he felt his father's caress, because it was a caress that provided comfort, it was a caress that provided love, it was a caress that said 'I'm still here.’

#i have no idea what i write #kinda like it tho #it took me four months to write this 💀#im not proud of that #remus lupin x male reader #remus lupin x male!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #marauders x male reader #marauders x reader #harry potter x male reader #hp x male reader #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male!reader #male reader insert

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maddie7writes · 8 months

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DOMESTIC

summary : harry and y/n being domestic (it’s all fluff)

content warnings : none. it’s just fluff.

harry was finally relaxed, he wasn’t high strung while touring but he was getting overwhelmed. he didn’t get as much time for him and y/n anymore, and he wasn’t home enough for his liking. so this fall, he was determined to be as domesticated and homely as possible.

currently, he was lounging on the couch in grey sweats, with the brown pleasing hoodie on with a burberry blanket sprawled across his lap as he watched the crown.

y/n had gone out to grab starbucks, and knowing y/n probably a few candles around ten minutes ago. he was trying to catch up to where y/n was in the show even tho she insisted she didn’t mind rewatching a few seasons.

she came barreling into the home, a drink carrier in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “harry?” she called out. harry shot up to come help her with the items and was surprised when the grocery bag had a large flower arrangement in it. “have the ones i got you already wilted?” he asked as he took the drinks and bag from her hand so she could take her coat and shoes off. sure it was fall but he had gotten them on sunday, it was only tuesday.

“oh those are for you.” she said causally, harry’s heart melted as he pulled out the arrangement. it was a mixture of sunflowers and orange tulips. “i tried to find lilys but they didn’t have any.” she said, walking around the counter and kissing his cheek. immediately he wrapped her in a hug. “thank you.” he whispered, like it was a secret. she blushed, “of course.” she said, as she gently broke it, knowing harry would never let go if he didn’t have to. “im going to change and make some brunch?” she said, but it was more like a question. “i’ll make brunch, you get comfortable.” he insisted. she blushed again before pecking his lips, “your amazing, you know that?” she smiled, he blushed back.

“you deserve everything and more lovie.” he said, before kissing her for real, then letting her go change as he grabbed their waffle maker and dug in the grocery bag till he pulled out the waffle mix, and added will to it. before heating up chicken, and platting the chicken and waffles. he set the plates down on the coffee table were y/n was on her phone, scrolling on pinterest.

“what are you pintresting?” he asked, she giggled. “fall outfits, i found a few ideas.” she said. “better take you out to dinner then, i want to see them on the model.” he said, before kissing her head.

she tossed her phone aside when harry circled the couch and resumed his position where he had been, she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his chest and body on his legs. he covered her with the blanket and kissed her again. before grabbing her plate and feeding it to her as he pressed play on their show.

“i love that dress.” she said, catching a glimpse of the screen, harry hummed. “maybe it’s just vanessa kirby.” she said, harry rolled his eyes. “definitely not, you’d look amazing in that costume.” he complimented, she blushed. “you think i’d be a pretty princess?” she asked, with a slight pout to show she was joking. harry giggled and kissed her again. “you already are lovie.”

(sorry this was so short !)

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friesforfriday · 9 months

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A real first kiss (Matt Murdock x F!Reader / College AU)

Summary: You tell Matt no one has ever kissed you out of love. He makes sure to correct that.

Wordcount: 2.5K ish

Warnings/Tags: No use of y/n, reader uses she/her pronouns (no physical descriptions aside from that), college AU, Matt and reader are both in law school, some angst, something that could be read as dissociation (reader feels disconnected to an experience), reader is not straight? (no sexual orientation specified but there's an interaction that is not heterosexual / only kissing tho), comfort at the end (bc I am a sucker for happy endings lol)

A/N: This was oddly personal, and while it’s a little short it was very therapeutic to write. Pretty much wanted to do something that related to being a late bloomer (like I have been my whole life) plus some fluff (: Please take into account that this wasn't proof read and that English isn't my first language; if you happen to see any mistakes, do let me know so I can fix them. Hope you enjoy this!

For most people, their first kiss was usually a memory of their early teenage years, maybe even a childhood one. You could recall the stories your friends have told you. On sunny days during summer camp, connections were born after swimming in a lake all afternoon. Laughter scattered in open fields or forests between games of capture the flag. That turned into late-night conversations, sneaking out from each other’s cabin after curfew to meet under the starry sky.

Or perhaps it started out as a hallway crush. The kind that you would keep between friends and hid under silly codenames. It stirred up giggling after locking eyes during the free period, and guess what maybe it turned out they’d been watching you all along. Maybe later a study date would into something more when if your knuckles brushed accidentally.

All very innocent and sweet, most likely a terrible kiss, but nevertheless a story worth remembering.

There were plenty more stories you could think of, from childhood friends turned to high school sweethearts and plenty about games of truth or dare or spin the bottle. For some, their first kiss was meaningless, sometimes an embarrassing story they liked to joke about or occasionally a heartwarming one.

Throughout the years, you had patiently waited for your turn. You didn’t have many expectations of how it would actually happen, you just held on for the moment to finally occur. It just never did.

Middle school rolled by, which was fine, right? A lot of people need more time to grow into themselves, it would eventually happen, you were sure. Maybe it wasn’t going to be one of those awkward extended pecks that your friends said seemed to last forever. They insisted it was for the best, no one really knows what they’re doing when they still haven’t even fully hit puberty. If you had your first kiss later in life, there was a higher chance it wasn’t going to be completely awful. You could deal with that; high school was supposed to be more exciting a new chance to expand your circle.

Unfortunately, once again, you stood waiting. By this point, it was possible that maybe you had watched too many rom-coms or read one too many romance novels. You’re sure now that it helped in no way to ease your expectations. How difficult could it be? You saw it all. Your best friends got into relationships, went on dates, celebrated anniversaries, and had their hearts broken, only to survive them and start all over again. Kids in your classes, the kind to never speak their minds, suddenly grew into themselves and found their people too.

During lunchtime, couples sat next to each other, holding hands in the cafeteria. Field trips meant seeing impromptu make-out sessions in the back of the school bus. Your friends received proposals for homecoming and eventually proms; always happy to invite you to come along when you didn’t receive any. At the occasional party you attended, you sat in corners watching as others were approached. Not once came anyone to strike up a conversation, to casually sweep you off your feet. You stood by wondering if you were doing something, anything, wrong.

Love was everywhere, just never in your life.

You’d be lying to say it didn’t hurt your self-esteem. How come it never happened to you? Were you really that unattractive or uninteresting or whatever it could actually be for no one to be interested in you? No matter how many times your friends, or anyone who found out really, assured you weren’t the problem, the evidence seemed to point elsewhere.

It took you approximately one year of college to decide it had been enough. Would anyone genuinely ever like you? Maybe you truly were a late bloomer, but c’mon, those “the right person will find you when you least expect it” pep talks were starting to feel like bullshit. For fucks sake, it didn’t even matter anymore if they actually liked you, you just wanted to get it over with. It turned out, it wasn’t fun winning a round of never have I ever when you had to admit, and insist, that you had never kissed anyone no, not even a small peck.

The matter was taken into your own hands on a Saturday night. The crowded spaces doing you no favors to appease your social anxiety. As you walked around, room after room was filled to the brim with strangers, your friends nowhere to be found. The floor of the frat house they had dragged you to remained particularly sticky everywhere you went, especially in the kitchen where you had stopped to refill the red plastic cup in your hands.

Pouring rum into your glass full of coke, a familiar voice called your name from across the room, “Oh my God, is that really you?”

Greetings were exchanged, as well as short debriefings of what you’d been up to since graduating. For all the time you’d been at Columbia, that was the first time you’d run into a person from your old hometown. Soon enough you were sitting in a half-empty deck, reminiscing about middle school. The green eyes that looked at you weren’t full of love or lust, one of those odd friendships that stood awkwardly close to an acquaintance, and you suddenly knew you had an opportunity laid at your feet.

It was hard to approach the subject. In all honesty, you weren’t looking for romance anymore. Looking at him, you recalled all the times you joked around in Literature class or the times his parents gave you a ride home before you inevitably grew apart in high school. There was no spark when your knees brushed in the small sofa you were sitting in; but there was no discomfort either, so against your better judgement you decided to go for it.

By all means, it was a good kiss. If you were honest, there wasn’t anything else to compare it to, but none of the complaints you’d heard before happened. There wasn’t any unnecessary clash of teeth, it didn’t feel like he was shoving his tongue down your throat, he kept his hands safely and softly cupping your cheeks and neck. According to all the standards of all of your girlfriends, this was an A+ experience.

By the time you were heading home, you found yourself finally able to check having your first kiss off your bucket list.

Unfortunately, though, when you shared the news over the phone with your best friend, you realized that while everything had seemingly gone smoothly, you still felt empty inside. Like nothing had really changed. It was hard to put into words, how your body had felt out of its own, or maybe it was your mind that was playing tricks on you. Because for some reason, you hadn’t really felt there when it happened. It just sort of seemed to occur.

“You’re kidding, right?” Matt’s face was dead serious.

Letting out a giggle you said, “Why would I be kidding about that?”

“That jerk was your first kiss?”

“He’s not a jerk,” you tried to defend yourself, but he didn’t let you continue.

“He’s a conservative, Republican-governor-wannabe, how is he not–”

“He wasn’t back then!” Raising your tone, you simply burst out laughing at the same time Matt did, because yeah – that dude did end up becoming a jerk. Except it didn’t really matter because you were never into him, and you can’t blame former middle school classmates for who they end up becoming.

“But he is now.”

You both kept laughing, shoulders brushing as you sat on the bed on his side of the dorm room. Foggy had ditched you both for tonight, opting out of your usual weekend hangout in favor of a date with someone called Marci, or so he’d said.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said in your defense, lightly shoving his shoulder with your own. “I didn’t actually like him.”

“Wait…” Matt said scrunching his nose in disbelief, the laughter slowly dying down, “What are you talking about, why'd you kiss him then?”

With his face suddenly turned in your direction, you felt a little embarrassed to admit the truth. “I guess… I just wanted to get it over with.”

An apologetic smile was what he offered in return, with no real judgment behind it. “Well, you should’ve gotten something better... silly as it may be, you know... not just anyone.”

His words stop you in your tracks for a split second, a bittersweet feeling creeping up your chest. You’d never actually considered it, but in the years that had passed since that night, you didn’t recall that any other single kiss you’d received had actually been born from real love or any true feelings at all.

There was that one time you hit it off with someone at a friend’s birthday. The light conversation between the colorful lights had you blushing more than usual. Their body was warm against yours when their lips were pressed to your own. The taste of their lip balm was sweet, almost sugary on your tongue, but it was all a spur-of-the-moment situation. While, unlike the first time, where you’d felt disconnected from your body, this time you’d actually enjoyed it. There was a warm feeling, maybe happiness, but definitely not affection and surely not love.

Then there were some other guys, whom you had very much liked. They listened to you and talked eagerly with you every time you bumped into each other, yet never actually asked you out. They flirted with you or had their friends act as their wingmen to eventually end up making out with you during random parties, but never – you realized – not one single time had anyone ever been interested in you affectionately, with tenderness or sincerity.

As if on cue, as if he could somehow sense what you were thinking, Matt broke the sudden silence that had grown in the room. “I didn’t mean to overstep I–”

You shook your head, breaking free from your thoughts, “No, no, I just… I don’t think I’ve ever had a…” Your voice quieted down before you could finish the sentence. While you weren’t ashamed of any of your experiences anymore, you couldn’t quite seem to get rid of the lingering pain that followed all of them.

“A real connection?”

Your eyes darted up to look at Matt; red glasses were shielding his eyes from yours, but did not cover the furrow of concern between his brows. It wasn’t a secret to Matt that you’d never been in a relationship. You’d told him at some point, during one of the many late-night conversations you enjoyed having. He’d found it hard to believe, truly, how anyone would pass on the chance of earning your trust. The thing was, anyone willing to pass on your endless compassion, your particular sense of humor, the softness of your skin, or the brilliance of your mind was a jackass, and he sure as hell wasn’t one.

He’d known you all of law school, at least all year and a half you’d both taken of it, although to him it might as well be a lifetime because he couldn’t quite picture a time when he didn’t recognize the sound of your heartbeat by memory. Right from the day you sat next to him in the Civil Procedures course, it took him no time to think of an excuse to talk to you, ignoring Foggy – who was also sitting next to him – to ask you if you’d care to study together someday.

Here and now, your very same heartbeat thumped loudly mere inches away from him. The opportunity he had once longed for.

“C’mon man, you gotta tell her at some point” was what Foggy had told him a few hours prior, before he’d left you two alone on purpose. “She obviously likes you, for real. It’s time.”

“I don’t know, Foggy. I don’t want to pressure her, what if she doesn’t want to be anything more than friends? I–”

“Oh my God, Matt! Are you being serious?” He said in a mock tone, “You don’t want to pressure her? She has completely memorized the way you take your tea and somehow prepares it perfectly in the shitty dining hall microwave. She genuinely prefers spending every Saturday night holed up in our dorm or out at Josie’s or pretty much anywhere just to sit next to you. She literally looks at you with stars in her eyes.”

Chuckling, Matt did his best to play coy, “Well, I can’t know about that last part–”

“You know what I mean. You have to tell her, tonight.” Foggy insisted as he made his way out of the dorm room; he pointed his finger at Matt before he fully headed out, “God forbids you actually pursue something that might make you happy. I’ll be over at Marci’s, don’t wait up for me…”

So yeah, Matt knew what he had to do. “I think I’d like to object to that… if that’s okay with you.”

At your silence– aside from the way your heartbeat continued to pick up – he proceeded, “You don’t really think there isn’t a single soul who’d honestly care for you, do you?”

His hand slowly moved from where it rested atop his lap. His knuckles gently brushed your knee and grazed your hand, guiding themselves with the line of your arm all the way up until they reached your shoulder. A small smile grew on your face and quickly turned into laughter. “Matt, are you serious?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you.” In a second, he mirrored your laughter, nodding his head. He felt the warmth of your fingers cover his other hand. “Is it okay if I– can I kiss you?”

If you recalled correctly, no one had ever asked you that, in all of your lifetime. Surely, for you, this was a first of its kind.

As soon as you said yes, dexterous fingers slid around your waist, gently coaxing you towards him, before taking off his glasses. Your body didn’t resist complying, the warmth of Matt’s chest as inviting as the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, your legs at ease around his own.

The stubble across his neck gently brushed against your fingers, a tingling sensation that almost sent shivers down your spine. This close, there was no escaping the soft smell of soap and cinnamon from his skin or the way his breath fanned across your face. Warmth grew inside your chest as you felt the soft brush of his lips on yours, almost melting together. It was slow and languid, much like honey trickling down your tongue. You were sure it could be just as sweet too, a kind of feeling you had never felt before.

A feeling you guessed was reciprocated if the rumble that reverberated through Matt’s throat was anything to go by. He couldn’t tell why he had waited so long to do this; all of his excuses gone the second the softest skin of your mouth met his. As far as he knew, he could stay with you like this for hours. He didn’t want to pressure you– not even when your breathing got a little faster or when your lips parted oh-so-gently to let him seek out your taste– but this much he could do.

The only reason he found to pull back was to ask you, catching his breath and brushing his thumb over your lower lip, “Does this mean I can take you out tomorrow night? We can do this properly.”

You smiled to yourself, “Only if you kiss me like that again.”

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nogenderbee · 2 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi, I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night :) I'd like to ask you for some platonic headcanons (although if it's not your style it's okay to ignore it) about the demons in obey me and how they would react if MC saves them from a surprise attack by a demon hunter (whether she ends up very injured or not I leave it to your choice 😉)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! I love this idea honestly. But I take up to 8 characters and there's total of 9 demons in OM! that I write for so I removed Lucifer and did the other demons because they're getting too little love </3 Hope you won't mind this little change and still like it!

Also I really hope I did platonic for everyone- I might've got ahead of myself and automatically did fluff for some so... lemme know if that happened!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: mentions of reader dying, small descriptions of cutting/sword swinging

✧ the moment news about demon hunter going around Devildom spread, you were paranoid and the weight of calming you down landed on Mammon

✧ your age didn't matter, he'd take you to casino to relax. Or... he'd want to... if you're too young for it Lucifer or security would definitely kick his ass for trying to do that

✧ luckily tho, he wasn't worried about you since the demon hunter obviously hunts just demons, even he knows that!

"Don't ya worry, human! I'm called THE Great Mammon for a reason!"

✧ but the moment he crosses patches with one... he's actually more concerned about you than himself

✧ he's gonna step in front of you, assuring you it's alright while it's actually him who's considering if it'll be better to fight or run away

✧ and the moment YOU save HIM is like a hit to him... I mean, he was supposed to protect you, not the other way around! But you'll still catch him blushing from emberassment as he mutters small thank you. Bur you better listen because he's not repeating it!

✧ that's if you wint end up dead... if you do, he actually breaks into tears when he realizes he lost someone important again...

✧ the demon hunter might not be here anymore but even then, he makes a promise to your empty eyes

"I'll make them pay... for doing this to you... I'll be the one protecting you this time. I won't fail for the 3rd time."

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✧ Levi would be just as if not more scared than you

✧ he's already isolating, what made you thought he'd even consider going out in such a circumstances? Well... you would...

✧ after solid 6 months, even you calmed down and figured that demon hunter must've calmed down so you thought you might as well go game shopping with the third brother!

"Uh... seriously? What if that demon hunter is walking around? No, don't go alone!! Alright I'm coming..."

✧ but as he imagined, 6 months were definitely not enough to calm down... because just before you entered the game shop, you had to be push Levi aside or he'd get hurt

✧ if you didn't got hurt badly, he'll definitely first talk them off but he will summon Lotan without hesitation if they decide to make second attempt

✧ but if you did got hurt badly... he summons Lotan immidietly, not caring about consequences, he just wants them gone after seeing you in this state

✧ but surprisingly you didn't even felt a single drop on you, he was ready to destroy all the buildings in this city but made sure you won't be anymore hurt

"Y/N please tell me you're alright... and that I didn't hurt you more... c'mon they're gone now, let's go back home, this store had nothing that catched my eye anwyay..."

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✧ Satan was the wise one here, like usual. He figured news must be playing jokes or that the problem will pass soon enough, so after 2 months, after news completely calmed down, he tried calming you down as well

"Remind me, for how long this 'demon hunter' had been quiet? 2 months, exactly. No murders, no signs, just quiet. You're being paranoid, Y/N."

✧ he eventually had enough and took you out by force to show you no one's scared anymore and it's just you

✧ but as he was dragging you along, focused on not bursting with anger from your whining, he didn't notice the swing which you took

✧ it definitely left a bruise on you, but let's assume it didn't kill you! He'd still be pissed, the moment he sees blood on you, he's already in his demon form ready to hunt down anyone who did this to you

✧ and if you're actually dying? He'd make sure to remember their facial characteristics, he want to run and get vengeance but he also knows you're close to death and need help QUICK

✧ but in the end, he can't save you... he becomes even more angry on daily basis and will hunt down anyone who looks at least a little similar to that demon hunter, he didn't care if it wasn't them, he can't risk not trying

"I'll make you pay... I won't kill you once, but 100 of times, so you can feel what you did to them."

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

✧ let's be honest, both you and Asmo were absolutely terrified at the news of demon hunter going all around Devildom

✧ you can't count how many nights you two spend together and how many times he complained to you that he's running out of his beauty products but doesn't dare to go out alone

"I can't go alone!! Y/N c'mon... I'll buy you something too!"

✧ it wasn't helping your worries but you really had enough of his whining... so you figured one hour in the city shouldn't hurt! I mean, what's the chance demon hunter will appear in this exact city at this exact hour?

✧ well this hour apparently was enough... you didn't even had good luck around when you noticed something shining as Asmo was still rambling... you quickly realized it was a sword and without second thought, pushed him away

✧ at first, he was a bit upset because you pushed him on dirty wall, ruining his outfit but upon realizing WHY you did that, his emotions shifted on the person who caused it in the first place

✧ seeing the cut on you made him absolutely furious, and believe him, he wanted to fight. But whether the cut is deadly or not, he'll rush back home with you

"Ugh! They're the real demon here! Hang on Y/N... I will not let you end like this."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Beel was actually quite cautious but still confident in his skills, always assuring you he can manage even if he gets attacked

✧ but you still insisted on going with him anytime he goes out, so that's how it also was today

✧ and he's actually more careful when he's walking with you so that's actually good for you both

"We should get something to eat while we're at it... I'm not this focused on my surroudnings when I'm hungry..."

✧ it was just the moment when Beel's stomach was growling that the demon hunter striked before he knew it. And before demon hunter knew it, you got in front of ginger demon

✧ it won't be a lie when I say his heart stopped for a second when he saw a sword making an injury on you, he even threw his food away just so he could fight the one who did that!

✧ believe him, that demon hunter tasted better than the food

✧ now, you injury doesn't matter, injury is still very risky for humans, he'll just be more worried if it's deadly one

✧ he's definitely not leaving your side, be it when you're alive or a ghost, he promised himself to always have an eye on you

"Hey... I brought your favorite snack... I thought we could... eat together or... appreciate it... however it wouldn't sound..."

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✧ Belphie is kinda simoliar to his third brother with it... why go outside and risk your life when you can sleep?

✧ you literally don't have to worry about him because he not only sleeps through whole days but also keeps you trapped so you can't go in the city, the only source of news for you is tv and media

✧ so when you heard cafe's are opening again as Devildom have calmed down... you thought it could be nice to go back to your dates!

"Uhh... it's so early... didn't that demon hunter just kill someone 2 days ago? ... Maybe 2 months, same thing... let's sleep together, it can also be a nice date..."

✧ you'll literally have to force him to go outside, not because he's scared but because he's lazy, and looking at how it ended... he'd actually prefer if he was stubborn enough to pin you to bed and not go out...

✧ because when you went outside, he just saw blade in one second and your injury in another

✧ no matter of your injury is deadly or not, he'll throw his fists at the one who caused it

✧ he's having flashbacks now and trust me, he'll go all the way out, especially with deadly injury

✧ he looks so scary and ready to kill, but once you're alone, he breaks...

"I'm so sorry... I'll save you in another life, I promise... Believe me, I or anyone won't hurt you once..."

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead~

✧ Diavolo just wanted to see human world, he didn't expect there was still something like 'demon hunters'. And even if, he made sure to disguise as human well!

"Well isn't that nice... You certainly have quite a culture! What do you recommend we visit?"

✧ apparently tho, it wasn't good enough because in one second he was sharing a donut with you and enjoying the time, and in another he saw you getting in front of him we someone swinged their sword right through your stomach

✧ if you didn't end with deadly cut and more of a warning one, he'd manage the situation, it was just the attack from surprise that caught him off guard

✧ he chooses to try persuading them first but if that won't work, he'll only break their weapon and eventually knock them down, not wanting to cause too much damage

✧ poor boy will be like a puppy following you around because he feels guilty for this whole situation

✧ but if you did end up with deadly cut... he feels like he failed. Failed as your partner

"I'll do better from now on... I promise."

✧ his heart was telling him to get vengeance but his mind was telling him to wait... so with small sadness he tried persuading this demon hunter to give it up but when it obviously doesn't work, he will 'accidentally' finish their life

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✧ you decided to accompany Barbatos with his tea shopping in human world, thinking it could be nice to spend some time together and learn a thing or two about tea

"Now we'll be heading there. I know it seems like shady place but believe me, it's actually the opposite. It'll be best if you see for yourself."

✧ but he for one had a bad feeling about it... he tried keeping his guard up but in one moment, when he was checking what's tea made of, he let his guard down...

✧ he just heard you bumping into his back, making him turn around, realizing he was lost in his thoughts for a little while

✧ he'll be so relieved when he sees you with just a little scratch and makes sure to scare the demon hunter you're dealing with, be it with his appearance or be throwing them into wall, it all depends how cooperative they'll be

✧ but if you ended up with no chance of living, he wouldn't care to scare them off and would rather immidietly end them, apologizing while reporting to his lord for what he did

"How can someone so careless even call themselves a good butler... Eh... maybe I could mess with time again... just a little bit..."

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snowyh2o · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Episode 7&8 Spoilers:

Ok, ok. I’ve finally calmed down a bit. I have. SO many thoughts on Alastor, that I’m just not gonna touch on them in this post, aside from I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS LOSING IT FBSKDNFBSHHDHFBS.

But what I wanna focus on is Rosie! And how she’s been described as the nicest overlord. And how Cannibal Town is like, the nicest place we’ve seen in hell??? The streets are relatively clean, no one is trynna kill each other. There’s so many people out on the streets, just? Going about their days? Aside from the fact that they’re all cannibals, it’s almost like any other town you’d visit! (I am not familiar enough with the fashion styles over the years to like, accurately date what time period Cannibal Town is supposed to reflect, but it feels old (and somewhere Alastor would fit right in with) lol).

And then we actually meet with Rosie, and she’s in the middle of consulting one of her people, where there’s a HUGE line up of others looking like they’re waiting to consult with her too! And like, even before she spoke with Charlie about her love life, she’s giving advice and comfort and support and connecting to the lady she’s speaking with who apparently wants to eat her husband. Before saying that she’ll set the man straight if the lady sends him to her, and gives her a card if she ever needs any more help.

Like. First minute into seeing Rosie and like. WOW. You can IMMEDIATELY tell that this is the reason why everyone in Cannibal Town’s so chill and happy? Why there’s such a sense of order and security in a place that’s basically just anarchy?

Rosie is both the Overlord, the unofficial mayor, the therapist and consultant and your best friend all wrapped up into one. She’s got an entire lineup of people who are waiting to tell her their woes and listen to her advice. And she’s happy to help!

Even the actual cannibalism is like, so posh and proper? Or it’s treated in Cannibal Town as like, normal food. But also it’s very telling that no one’s killing each other for said cannibalism. In fact, the only times we’ve seen them do so is after an extermination, when there’s a bunch of dead bodies that aren’t reviving lying around. (And they seem to lose their manners when eating then) It is likely tho that they just, target outsiders, since everyone we saw aside from Alastor and Charlie were a part of Cannibal Town.

Just the Juxtaposition of a town literally full of Cannibals being probably THE nicest place in hell for sinners to live in??? Immaculate.

Also, Rosie’s snide comment on how Alastor’s got no manners when it comes to being offered food LOL. And, I just LOVE their relationship and interaction. First time chatting in years and she’s already offering up place with a deal for Alastor to go make. That AMAZING little joke about him being Ace and having it COMPLETELY flying over his head. Alastor letting her touch him, and how genuinely excited and happy the two of them are just talking and interacting. Their little duet in the middle of the song, the way Rosie pulls Alastor out of his scheming to just enjoy the moment. Their dance!!! She’s never been wronged by Alastor before!!! She trusts him to follow through on his side of the unofficial bargain/favor. Looking like proud parents when Charlie finds the courage to sing her pitch. I love, everything about these two, oh my god.

Anyways!!! Back to Rosie being just, a genuinely good aunt? And giving so much good advice for Charlie. Asking her the questions that needed to be asked. Rosie has, such good insight? On what the issue was, and why Vaggie would’ve kept something from her. She didn’t shy away from how big the secret was, but she also didn’t let Charlie spiral into questioning every little part of their relationship. And that little end but when she’s saying that Vaggie is flawed, but so is everyone else down in hell. GAWD. How it’s difficult to admit your regrets. Like, if that isn’t the core of the show, the core of Charlie’s dream, then I don’t know what is. Rosie cut through to the heart of the matter, she didn’t tell Charlie what she should feel or how she should act, but asked her what she’s actually feeling, and why, and told her to trust herself and her own judgement on if Vaggie’s actions were sincere or not. Man she’s such a good therapist.

(I’m half convinced Alastor didn’t just bring Charlie to Cannibal Town and see Rosie just because they needed support and numbers to fight against the exorcists, but also because she’s the best person he knows who can give out good relationship advice and he’s getting a little tired of Charlie venting at him. Especially now that she’s past the self loathing phase and has stepped into the unrestrained anger and frustration at someone else phase)

Also, unrelated topic but here’s a thought: only angel steel/holy weapons/powers can do permanent damage to someone’s body/soul. Vaggie’s eye is torn out by Lute’s exorcist blade, but her wings were just ripped off by hand. Vaggie’s eye never regenerated or recovered, but she was able to regrow her wings. Alastor was struck by Adam’s holy weapon across his chest. What if the injury never fully recovers?

And also, Alastor’s talk about “unclipping” his wings. My friend, once a bird’s wings are clipped they can’t be unclipped! You have to wait for the feathers to shed and grow in new ones. To regenerate. Also what is this talk about you having wings??? Don’t tell me you’re ALSO a secret angel??? Probably not cause your blood is red BUT. Where are you hiding those supposed clipped wings of yours eh?!

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queenie-blackthorn · 1 year

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nothing sets me crying more than reading the teasers for the wicked powers/the black volume of the dead, so why not overanalyze them and wish for death in the process (i got all of them from the page on fandom)

❗️spoilers ahead ❗️

he kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. five kisses, five words. his last.

no 🫶🫶 (im hoping this is a flashback gurl plz i hope its not the ‘lightwood death in each series’ thing coming after my life)

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"oh, god, the lovebirds," magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "i hate happy couples."

this could be anything tbh but prolly gonna be in tbvotd

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belatedly, she realized something else. "do you... have anything?"

he didnt seem to have recovered from her last comment. "but do you mean - wait, do i have what?"

she slitted her eyes at him. "something important."

"like what? the phone number for the white house?" a moment later, under her withering glare, realization dawned. "oh." his was the expression of someone who has run out of gas in the middle of the desert, miles from help. "i..."

there are literally zero names in this one but i think its gonna be smth w dru and jaime (maybe the eternidad ??) but i swear if it turns out to be a joke imma flip a table

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"what if i just love you? what if i love you but i never touch you or talk about it, what would happen then?"

i think this might happen after a conversation between kit and ty where either kit says “its too dangerous to love me” or “i dont love you” and then ty replies w this

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"well, its a bit ironic, isnt it?"

"what do you mean?"

"all that effort to convince you i wasnt in love with you, and here i am, dying in your arms."

this is gonna kill me i just know it, but i have a feeling its gonna be kit saying the first and third lines and hes talking to ty, and then i can imagine it saying “dont say that,” ty said furiously

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his face crumpled. "he hates me," he said. "all i do is love him, but he hates me, he just hates me, i dont know why."

clearly gonna be ty talking about kit (to either livvy or dru ???)

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there was nothing less sexy than an angry-looking cat on your bed.

okay this is 100% magnus’s pov in tbvotd 💀💀

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"actually, its short for maximum lightwood," said magnus. "as in the most amount of lightwood you can have."

… no comment. actually, yea i do have smth to say. i love magnus.

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"no one who loved you would want you to sacrifice your own happiness."

if we’re going by the thing where kit doesnt want ty to love him for his safety, then someone is gonna say this to kit for sure

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alec was beginning to understand how the slings and arrows of fortune and history had shaped magnus and made him what he was. it was a delightful sort of discovery, as getting to know magnus always had been. magnus was probably the one person in the world who'd never bored him.

im craving more malec scenes please dear god

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"i was thinking about monogrammed towels," said isabelle.

"my name is going to be simon lewis lovelace lightwood," said simon. "no monogrammed towels."

first off, i forgot that simon wants to take isabelles last name

second, his initials are technically S.L.L.L oh my lord

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it was late, and someone was trying to break into the high warlock of brooklyn’s apartment.

magnus bane, the high warlock in question, felt this behavior was rash and foolish. he’d been passed out on his still-made bed, too exhausted to slip under the burgundy and emerald sheets, or even take off his robe, when he heard the noise of his window sliding open. he was grateful for the robe. he felt it would be demoralizing to face housebreakers in nothing but silk pajama bottoms.

also, the housebreakers had done nothing to deserve such a sight.

seeing magnus bane in nothing but silk pajama bottoms is the stuff of dreams

jokes (even tho i meant it with full seriousness) aside, this is definitely gonna be the opening lines of tbvotd. if it turns out to not be, i will never show my face in public again because of how sure i am right now

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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So, if you would prefer not to provide Sweeter Than...grrr...Perhaps headcannons for Melkor, Mairon, Thranduil, Legolas with a S/O modern day writing about them....

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: a chapter of Sweeter Than Poetry and headcanons request back-to-back for the writer of my fav fic ♡ Also this is sort of an AU I guess?? With the modern reader being isekai'ed into Middle Earth?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Thranduil, Legolas, Melkor | Morgoth, Mairon | Sauron

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: suggestive headcanons (3rd for each character)

｡･:*˚:✧｡thranduil

♡ he won't let you know it but when he first finds your writing about him, he's flattered. Is this how you see him? You describe him like an ethereal being and a part of him thinks it's deserved. He's beyond happy with how you capture him as a character.

♡ it's touching to read about you falling in love with each other over and over again and it really gets to his heart and he truly does find himself falling in love with you all over again.

♡ he finds himself moved by how you've created so many heart-wrenching stories with him as the reader's love interest and how many other people have read your work and enjoyed it too! (Please come humble him a little tho bc it's really feeding his ego sobs). Oh but if you write those fics about the reader still loving him when they can see his scars? He'll love you for eternity, it might even bring tears to his eyes to know that he can still be loved not only despite it but because of it.

♡ nsfw edition: it really strokes his ego to find all the smut you've written about him. Are these your fantasies? He'll keep them in mind and try them out on you and only afterwards will he tease you for having written such things about him

｡･:*˚:✧｡legolas

♡ he's a blushing mess, right up to the tips of his pointed ears. All of this about him? He has this dreamy smile on this face the whole time he's reading through all your fluffy works about him.

♡ like Thranduil, he's enamoured by all these stories of the two of you falling in love over and over again in all sorts of scenarios, it makes him feel like you truly do love him no matter what situation the two of you find each other in

♡ he's so caught up by the AUs!! He's quite confused by all these words he doesn't know but it's like a glimpse into your world!

♡ nsfw edition: he can't read the whole thing. The room feels too hot and he's a blushing mess and stumbling over his words and, oh valar, please help him when you find him in a state with your phone in his hand.

｡･:*˚:✧｡melkor | morgoth

♡ now I could go down a basic route and say that Melkor's ego inflates to an astronomical size because that's exactly how he acts when he confronts you about it but inside? The only things written about him have always been how evil he is and how terrible and irredeemable he is. You don't shy away from his worse traits and yet you write about loving him without trying to redeem him too?

♡ he honestly finds it strange (not weird strange, just unfamiliar strange) that you've depicted him as he is and yet you're writing about loving him? He's not sure how it feels (surprise, Melkor, this is how it feels to be loved, I know it's been a while since you've felt it-)

♡ his favourite parts about the AUs is that it's a world where Eru doesn't exist- no, jokes aside, he really likes the ones where not only are you ok with all his plans, you're actively encouraging and participating in them. Loyalty, obedience and utility are all important to him so these sorts of plots are his favourites.

♡ nsfw edition: will 110% tease you about your fantasies. Awe, this is what you want him to do to you? Beg. Beg as desperately and prettily as you can and once you're pleading for him through frustrated sobs and tears, maybe he'll consider fulfilling all of these filthy fantasies of yours (the begging is just because he knows how badly you want it now, he's more than keen yourself and it's a test of his own patience to hold back).

｡･:*˚:✧｡mairon | sauron

♡ he's reading everything with a big cat-like smirk on his face. You really are obsessed with him, aren't you? Good. He likes to be adored. He also likes knowing that you truly do love him and you're not just using him for something. Like Melkor, he especially likes how you write about loving him without redeeming him.

♡ he lives for any valar slander and he feels really validated by you admiring his perfectionism instead of criticising him for it. Really, he never thought he'd find that validation from anywhere other than Melkor so it's pleasantly surprising.

♡ he gets too confused by the AUs and ends up just skimming them out of frustration, sorry. He really likes the ones where he's in command of everything around him (he's slowly beginning to realise how much he likes your admiration and validation lol) bc he thinks you've characterised him well there

♡ nsfw edition: he'll initiate all of your fantasies without telling you that he knows. Then, halfway through he'll start teasing you about how all these dirty things are exactly what you wanted and you're nowhere as innocent as you make yourself out to be? You could have been writing love letters and yet you chose to write about him fucking your lights out instead. Cute. He thinks you're adorable.

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adaptacy · 8 months

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How do you think Johnny would do with a s/o who has a big family and they all seem kinda off? Like they all seem weird and seem like the type to have bodies in their basement while reader is all smiles and jokes :0

ooo this is very interesting. im not sure if you meant that reader doesn't know how weird their family is, or if they do and they're just a really good actor, but i'll write a little something for both instances!

For reader who knows that they're being weird, i'll include a ~ before the passage.

For reader who doesn't understand, I'll include two ~~

Johnny OBVIOUSLY has experience with weird family members and weird family member hobbies. he is, yknow, a kidnapper, serial killer, cannibal after all. (we love him for it tho)

He's also really not sure about your proposal for him to meet your family. but, also. he does.. well, you propose for him to meet your parents, and he just wants to propose. something he NEVER imagined he would be thinking of.

and it is the southern way to get the dad's blessing. he wouldn't even consider meeting your parents otherwise. But, after like a month and a half of you pleading with him, he finally agrees. he goes over for the fourth of July, and he's expecting it to just be your parents, maybe a younger sibling or two, but oh, oh no.

Its your parents, two sets of grandparents, three younger siblings, two aunts, one uncle, four nephews and two nieces.

He. is. lost. Overwhelmed. He thought he came from a large family, but no, nononono, you absolutely had him beat. You didn't even attempt to warn him! You were used to this, and didn't even think that maybe that's a lot of pressure for a guy who lowkey wants to marry you, and therefore be on good terms with your family.

The thing is, they hardly seem like your family. the reason Johnny was so intrigued by you, and attached to you, in the first place was because you were just so goddamn optimistic. PAINFULLY so. like, it was annoying how he could hear you nonstop encouraging the other victims when he'd first captured you.

You are talkative, and sunny, and annoying, to an extent. he loves you, of course, but he remembers being so irritated with you when he first brought you back to the house. he got used to it over time, and now he finds it adorable, but your family is so...

Stare-y. And whisper-y. And... creepy? He doesn't want to be mean, and he definitely feels like something is wrong. he reassures himself that its just because he's new, and he's probably just being paranoid. but he remembers how his family acted when he brought you around-- or, more so how Drayton and nubbins acted, and he is seeing quite the resemblance between them and your family.

Meanwhile, you're still as vibrant and giddy as ever, clearly excited at the opportunity. at what a big moment this is. and Johnny puts on a (clearly nervous) smile for you, casually greeting people and being met with short introductions and stiff, cold handshakes.

When he meets your parents, they look at him like he's the prey. and that is NOT a feeling he is used to, or one that he enjoys. His palms are sweaty, and it is not due to the heat. he feels like he's meeting mafia bosses, but you run up and hug them like its nothing. like they aren't literal final bosses.

Johnny is terrified, frankly, but he proceeds. he greets them, thanks them for having him, shakes their hands, introduces himself, etc. and they ask questions. he's still anxious, but he doesn't mind answering. they ask sort of... weird questions.

Like, the kind of questions that might come up in casual conversation, but not the kind that you ask right after meeting someone. Does he drink? Does he have his own car? Has he ever been out of the country? What's his blood type?

"Okay! That's enough," you laugh, cutting into his conversation with them, awkwardly dragging him aside. Once you're out in the hallway, you clear your throat.

~ "Sorry about them, they're just worried," you'd chuckle, placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, your trademark smile on your face. "My sister's been wanting to meet you for a while now. Follow me."

~~ "I'm sure they just wanna know who the guy is that I've been gushing about to them for so long," you'd laugh nervously, gulping right after. "Hey, how about we go meet my sister? She's been asking nonstop about you!"

He'd follow, not really having much of a choice if he wants to stay by your side, and he definitely does not want to be alone right now. When you eventually do find your sister, she looks him up and down, sizing him up. Without addressing him, she asks "That's the one?" with an almost snarky tone.

Johnny, trying his best to win over your family still, steps forward and addresses her, introducing himself to her directly. She looks a little disgusted by this, and doesn't shake his hand.

"How long are you guys gonna be here?" She'd ask, still talking to you.

~ "He's here for the fireworks," you'd grin.

~~ "Sis, please. You're being rude," you'd gently remind, nudging her shoulder.

She replied with an eyeroll, waving her hand. "Whatever."

Once she'd walked away, Johnny looked over at you, a small frown. "Did I do something wrong?" he'd ask, glancing around the backyard full of people. Immediately, you reassured him, letting him know that they were just really not used to visitors, and he didn't want to pry.

You'd ask him if he would prefer to leave early, but he immediately denied. He didn't want to back down, didn't wanna seem weak. He wanted to show your family he wasn't going to be scared off. that he was actually very committed to you.

It was embarrassing for him to admit to himself, but he supposed it was worth it. When the time came for dinner, everyone gathered outside, surrounding a barbeque that cast out an alluring scent of burgers. A little after dinner was served, Johnny asked where the bathroom was, and you gave him directions. You offered to show him, but he said he'd be fine.

Everyone was outside, which meant he wouldn't need to worry about being killed, or interrogated, or yelled at if he left your side. there was no telling what was going to happen.

When he got inside, he had a bit of trouble finding it, and he walked past the kitchen, catching a very... very familiar scent. He sniffed again, following his nose over to a sink, where he found an entire goddamn femur.

Any normal person would have gagged, or maybe just straight up vomited, screamed, something-

but Johnny smirked, and then scoffed. He stood there for a moment before finally turning around and managing to find the bathroom. When he returned to your side, he nudged you, whispering, "You didn't tell me your family was the same."

You'd look at him, giving him an almost blank stare. Your eyes slightly narrowed, your brows a little furrowed, your lips barely parted. "Johnny..?" You'd ask.

"What?"

"We... literally killed someone last Tuesday," you'd remind, your words coming out slowly, trying to spark his memory like you were talking to an amnesiac turtle.

"Well, yeah, but you didn't tell me your family was that way too," he sighed, rolling his eyes. "No wonder they were so hesitant. Do they know?"

"I- I think so. I mean, I didn't explicitly tell them, but I kinda figured they'd assume since we've been together for so long and you're still alive," you mumbled, giving a half-hearted shrug. Locating your dad a few feet away, you dragged Johnny over towards him, poking your father on the arm. "Dad?"

He looked Johnny up and down, and then looked to you. "What is it?"

"You do realize he's like us, right?"

He looked surprised, and you immediately let out a sigh, feeling awful and incredibly awkward. "Man, I figured you'd figured it out. Yeah, he eats people too."

"I thought you were bringing us back dinner," your dad laughed, outstretching a hand and shaking Johnny's again. Johnny let out a tense chuckle, shaking the older man's hand.

"Sorry for the confusion, sir," Johnny spoke, doing his best to hide his southern accent. It wasn't a great attempt, but it was certainly an attempt.

"In that case, welcome to the family, son."

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.

“i think that we’re done here for today; you did very well. you’re making very quick progress.” your hamon coach, lisa lisa spoke. you have been training one on one with her, starting at 5 in the morning and ending just now at 10 am. you knew that caesar had finished his training right before you as you crossed paths on your way outside, him sending you a quick “good luck, signorina.” before he went inside, presumably immediately collapsing on his bed the minute he set foot in his room.

you were tired, but you felt a wave of pride wash over you when you heard your coach say those words to you. you have an immense amount of respect for her; she always inspires and motivates you to do better. your lips curled up into a smile, still recovering from your intense training and slightly out of breath.

“thank you, coach.” you say, taking a sip of water from the glass that stood on the table nearby. she lit a cigarette and puffed out the smoke.

“you’re free today, so do as you please.” she said as she took another drag from her cigarette. you gave her a quick nod and a quick “thank you!” as you walked off to your room, desperate for some shut-eye, and a shower. you had never taken so much time walking up a set of stairs before, but you were on the edge of collapsing.

upon entering your room, you took a good look at your bed. you were very close to just saying “fuck it.” and just get into bed immediately, but the layer of sweat on your body ultimately made you decide against it. you let out a frustrated groan and dragged your ass to the bathroom, peeled off your clothes, and hopped in the shower.

you relaxed under the warm water, all the tension releasing from your aching muscles. you were so sleepy that you had to slap yourself a few times across the face to stay awake. but somehow you managed to get out of the shower without slipping or falling asleep. you got out, dried yourself off, put some fresh loungewear on, applied face moisturizer and some deodorant, dried your hair, and decided not to style it, as you weren’t planning on going anywhere today.

if your coach gives you a day off, you better make full use of it. she really wasn’t prone to giving them a lot.

just as you were planning to wrap yourself in your sheets and drift off to dreamland, the sound of faint voices filled the room. the source of the noise came from outside. wondering what was going on, you got up and walked towards your window, which was slightly opened to let some fresh air in. once there, you fully opened the window, looking down to see the source of the noise. he was currently panting, hands placed on his knees as he was hunched over. he was in the middle of his one on one training session with his coach, and it appeared that she was not going easy on her trainee.

there stood joseph joestar, your (idiot) boyfriend. his hair was messy, the skin of his stomach that was exposed from his crop top was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing heavily. it was truly a sight to behold.

your mind started to wander at the sight of him. it’s like he was sculpted by the gods themselves, standing at a whopping 6’5, broad muscular frame and a chiseled face. anyone who would encounter him would no doubt piss their pants.

don’t let those features fool you, tho; he’s actually just a big klutz. he’s adorable really—he loves to cuddle, tell stupid jokes, and will always want to impress you. he’s really a ride or die bitch.

but, aside from the fact that he’s really cute, he’s also an incredible lay. you can’t get enough of him, and he can’t get enough of you either. considering the fact that you two don’t live alone on air supplena island of course fucking is not an everyday affair. but he’ll take every chance he gets to either stuff his fingers deep inside of you or have you clench around his cock.

as you stand there, daydreaming about his cock for another 10 minutes, you accept the fact that you aren’t going to catch sleep anytime soon. you were craving something else.

leaving the window slightly opened, you return to bed, your sex throbbing with need. you immediately got to work, one hand stroking over your slit, collecting your dripping arousal. the other taking a hold of your breast, pinching your nipple between your index finger and your thumb, letting out a soft hiss at the sensation.

you insert two fingers without any trouble, starting to slowly pump in and out. you imagine it being joseph’s long skilled fingers, as he warms you up for his cock like he always did while whispering all the things he planned on doing to you in your ear. he was well endowed, to say the least, always needing some kind of preparation before he penetrated you. the stretch you always felt when he entered was addicting.

unbeknownst to you, joseph had just been done with his training. not really tho, suzie q had asked lisa lisa if she’d be interested in going shopping with her. for some magical reason, she agreed to join her, so joseph just happened to be in luck for now. considering he only had 1 hour’s worth of training, as opposed to the 5 hours you faced, he was feeling just fine. he was on his way to ask you if you wanted to grab some breakfast with him, hands stuffed in his pockets.

as he stood in front of your door, just about to barge in, he heard the faint sound of your voice coming from inside. wondering what you were up to, he was seconds away from turning the handle until he suddenly heard his name combined with a strangled moan. oh god, you were masturbating, and with him in mind no less. he felt blood traveling with lightning speed towards his cock, straining his pants painfully. he quickly placed his ear against the door so he could hear you better.

he was conflicted; it was quite an invasion of your privacy to stand here and eavesdrop, but the sounds you were making were simply divine; he couldn’t get enough. he decided to take it a step further and, as quietly as possible, open the door just enough for him to see you.

he almost came right there and then; the sight of you was intoxicating to him. your legs spread open, one of your hands desperately groping your breast and the other furiously pumping in and out of you. your face flushed, your eyes squeezed shut, and your lips slightly parted as you let out little moans and whimpers, that included his name as well.

in an instant, his hand flew to his pants, undoing his belt and unzipping them. relief washed over him as his cock finally had some more room. he palmed himself through his boxers, watching you come undone before him. he had to bite his lip to not let any sound escape him.

as you were getting closer and closer to your release, you suddenly heard the creaking of your door, making you open your eyes, head moving towards the source of the sound.

there stood your boyfriend, palming himself in your doorway, his eyes wide as he realized that he had been caught. you felt insanely embarrassed, how long had he been watching you? your face reddened even more, your eyes widening in realization that he must’ve been standing there for a few minutes at worst.

“joseph, what the fuck?!” you yelled, quickly withdrawing your hand from your underwear, grabbing a pillow that laid next to you chucked it at him. joseph was equally as red. not retrieving his hand quick enough, the pillow smushed right against his face.

“i-i’m sorry, love. i didn’t mean to be rude.” he stammered. was he really sorry? not really; he loved watching you get yourself off, and he just realized it.

“ugh, whatever, you perv.” you answered, secretly finding the whole situation incredibly sexy. your boyfriend getting himself off at the sight of you doing the same. with his ego being stroked by the way you called his name, joseph quickly pulled up and buckled his pants. his lips curled up slightly.

“i just couldn’t help it; you were so incredibly sexy like that. i just had to savor it for myself.” he grinned, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. that damned shit-eating grin of his, drove you insane. he looked so, so hot in this moment. however, you didn’t want to grant him the pleasure of indulging in you, just yet.

feeling mischievous, you walked towards him, your neck tilted backwards to look him right in the eyes. your eyes then traveled down, focusing on the clear outline of his cock through his jeans. you took a hold of him, squeezing softly, which earned you a loud groan from the joestar.

you innocently looked back up at him, seeing his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and a few drops of sweat resting on his cheeks. you stood on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his plump lips.

“good luck with that, love.” you said, withdrawing your hand from his cock as you shoved him out your doorway, closing the door behind you. joseph stood there, bewildered and highly sexually frustrated. he was craving you so badly right now, but he also understood that you might still be a little bit mad at him for what he pulled on you. he let out a deep sigh, dragging himself to his room on the other side of the hallway, planning on quickly relieving himself, and then thinking about how to make it up to you.

you, on the other hand, were in deep thought about some sweet revenge on your mannerless boyfriend. no sex for a week? no, that’d be cruel to yourself as well. what about not letting him cum for a week? hm, not quite.

you were pondering until a thought popped into your head that would make a perfect revenge but also caused your pussy to throb. perfect! this was going to be fun. you only needed to convince.. one other party for this.

you fixed yourself up, made your hair look presentable and applied some mascara. you quickly made your way out of your room, speeding towards the other side of the building. you reached your destination quickly, lifting your hand to knock on the door in front of you. your heart racing with excitement.

you heard a pair of footsteps approach the door, biting your lip in anticipation. a few seconds later, you heard the handle being turned down, opening the door. you were met with the sight of the figure in front of you sporting slightly messy hair, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, and a headband tied around his head.

“good morning, bellezza. to what do i owe the pleasure of you knocking on my door?”

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n; this shit was so long, i had to split it up into multiple parts. part two tomorrow! leave me your feedback, it’s very much appreciated ;)

finished on 13-07-‘23, 11:15 pm, cet.

love, 3niqma.

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