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how long have you been watching wakfu

Hey moth ✨✨

I’ve actually been watching Wakfu since 2012.

The first time I heard about it was when I used to have Netflix and even then, that was back when the streaming platform didn’t have Season 2 yet lol

What drew me into watching it was mainly cuz of the cover. This one specifically 👇

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It used to only show Yugo opening a portal and because of the style, it made me wonder what the story could be about (at the time I used to think Yugo looked pretty cute so that was also another reason lol).

I remember how my first instinct was switch the language to English when I first watched it. THAT WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE. The reason why I switched it for english tho was because netflix was primarily English so I thought that the French language of Wakfu wasn’t the main one (and I thought it sucked without even taking a second to listen to it 💀 ) Thankfully, as soon as I heard Alibert and Ruel talking, I IMMEDIATELY went back to the settings cuz I knew I fucked up. I ain’t listening to this trash again lol

So I switched it to French and i realized it was a thousand times BETTER than the English version. That’s when I realized Wakfu was french.

I loved the places and the people. It was something I’ve never seen before. The French dubbing was so smooth and funny I loved it so much. The “fillers”, which let’s be honest weren’t actual fillers, were also so fun to see with the whole gang.

Even at the time, I used to believe there would eventually be something between Amalia and Yugo lol cuz ain’t no way you guys constantly hug like this for the dumbest reasons.

When Season 1 ended, I really hoped they weren’t gonna do us like that because I really wanted a season season. At the time I didn’t think ankama already did Season 2 (since 2011 💀) cuz I thought Netflix was always on time so it took me some time to wait for it but a year passed by and it finally got here!! I was so happy that day you had no idea. I had to wait for a whole year before it dropped so my ass was pretty much traumatized after seeing Dally die for the first time I legit thought that he was gonna come back cuz of Nox’s machine but nope 💀 I remember being so sad when I first saw that ending. I really didn’t want it to end, I got too attached to these guys (Amalia was still my favorite back then cuz she was too relatable)

So i watched Season 2 in 2013 AND I LOVED IT. Again, they couldn’t disappoint me. It just got better from that day on.

That’s when I slowly started to dig deeper into Wakfu because there were so many references to things that Yugo and the others were saying that I didn’t even understand. I then learned that Wakfu was based on an MMORPG with the same name,Wakfu, and that there was a prequel to it, Dofus. I also saw how they even had a side story called “Mini Wakfu” which were just shorts from Season 1. I watched that mini series on youtube back then.

Because of Season 2, I was now sure that there will be more to it because so much has been said and yet so little has been explored. So I waited, bought myself some time by watching other shows.

That’s when the ovas happened.

And oh my god I was not ready for it.

The ovas released in 2016 on Netflix but had already been a thing since 2014. Blame Netflix.

And again, there were so much more references that made me feel so confused like who Otomaï was, Ogrest (who was only a giant mention in Season 1 to me), Maskemane, Echo, Sipho, Harebourg, etc.

I was confused but so intrigued because it made me learn that the Krosmoz was A LOT BIGGER than what I thought it would be. And that’s what I like. I love how a story has multiple timelines, has complex strange plot holes in certain places that makes you want to become a theorizer, has so many diverse characters and relationships. Things like those are why I fell in love with the legend of Zelda and fnaf franchises.

That’s how I learned about the mangas, comics, different games (Dofus, Wakfu, Krosmaga, Dofus touch, minor Dofus games on the App Store, etc.) as well as cancelled games (Islands of Wakfu, Wakfu: Les Gardiens, etc). I even started learning more about the Dofus era by going through Dofus shows like “Dofus : Kerub’s Bazaar”.

Right after the ovas, I watched Goultard’s special episode, Ogrest’s special episode, and Nox’s special episode. Then, I saw the Dofus movie featuring Joris and his mom before watching the show. After, I read the wakfu manga that was supposed to situate itself between Season 2 and the ovas. At the time, there were only four volumes so I binge read them all on a google drive that someone was kind enough to share publicly (that google drive doesn’t exist anymore). All of this happened in 2016 btw.

After that, I waited for more news of Wakfu but my dumbass got sidetracked because of binge watching other shows while waiting. I was joining multiplie fandoms while unconsciously waiting for more of Ankama. And that’s how I missed Season 3 that came out in 2017 💀💀 I’m so dumb my god all I had to do was wait another year but noooo youtube had to show me the new season trailer in 2018 instead!

I went back to Netflix, freaking the hell out, binge watched the whole season, got emotional, loved Oropo for kissing Amalia cuz I knew there’d be drama, absolutely adored the whole percedal family being a family, trying not to laugh at Adamaï’s look for the first time, expecting Ruel to get hard over money, and LOVED the drama between Yugo and Amalia. I WAS A FAN OF THEIR SHIP SINCE SEASON 1 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD which is why I was so happy that we finally got to see so much more of their problems being addressed.

After that, I knew I needed more so I went back to reading comics. I bought the actual volumes 1 to 4 of the wakfu manga (because I wanted to have a physical copy of them even though I already read the story) and then waited for the fifth one. As soon as volume 5 released in 2019 (July 4), I TOOK IT FROM AMAZON’S HANDS CUZ VOLUME 4 WAS KILLING ME WITH IT’S ENDING- (I’ve been waiting since 2016, I wasn’t gonna wait any longer).

In 2020, I joined the best wakfu amino on the amino app, and then mainly went looking for Ankama related things like their anime Radiant (I started reading the manga first and ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT FOR ITS ORIGINALITY. But I still can’t believe that it got released back in 2013 tho…) and then watched the anime that came out for it (the opening song was good but I hate how the anime changed some things to the story. The manga is better but the anime gets its fair share of popularity so I guess that’s good).

In 2021-2022 I think that’s where I heard about the kickstarter for Wakfu Season 4 and I was mind blown when I saw the trailer for it.

In 2023, I bought Ogrest’s volumes 1 to 4 because I’ve been waiting to read and know more about Ogrest and what was the deal with the Sadida dolls since I heard about those from some people. My god the manga was so good!! I’m still waiting for that volume 5 but I’m extremely certain that it will come very soon now since Mig, the illustrator for the Ogrest manga, has been giving small sneak peeks here and there lately. It was also in the same year that I learned about the One More Gate game and watched Oropo’s special episode.

Then came 2024. And that’s where I went ape shit. Now you know everything ✨

The latest thing I bought from Ankama shop in 2024 now was the standard version of the Amalia figurine, the vinyl disc pack containing Krosmoz osts, and the Wakfu S3 artbook (tho the artbook was actually not something that you can find in the Ankama shop. I had to dig deep on Amazon and find a seller willing to give it away).

So yeah my history with Wakfu is a pretty messy one and has always been all over the place mainly because I was so slow back then to realize when the releases were happening and how the lore was actually constructed lol

Like it took me so much time to understand that Wakfu was only one piece of a bigger puzzle set and being unaware of so many things back then is still something I tend to regret. I understand that it was because I was still a snotty kid back then who didn’t know much about the internet but I can’t help myself to think how easy it was to keep up the pace 💀

At least I won’t have to think I’m late anymore because I’ve got a better idea of how it all works now.

Wakfu has been playing a huge part in my life because it’s always been at the back of my mind no matter what fandom I was in at the time. Sure, it was at the back burner but I never had the intention of forgetting about it. It holds way too many memories of the simpler times and has a lot of great ideas I think I’ve never seen other shows have.

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bluejaybytes · 1 month

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@snowshinobi Hiiiii :3 I'm responding to your tags on a new post and not the original since the original was already somewhat lengthy, and I plan on being LONG and RAMBLY, but I have sooo many thoughts on what you said and I'm going to say them. Also my browser crashed TWICE (TWO TIMES. 2) when trying to write this post so I'm really fighting for my life out here to get my silly little OC posts done. Also it's under the cut because it's looooong as hell LMAO

Firstly, you're so nice to me forever <3 Secondly, I think you've basically hit the nail on the head. The majority of the issues Maggie has coming back from death and her 9 years gone are really tied almost exclusively to her close family, because she... never really had anyone else. While in-universe it's only 9 years, realistically the jump in technology and culture is around ~20-30 years (Maggie died in the 90s/early 2000s essentially, and wakes up in a just barely futuristic city), but... the most jarring thing to her in terms of what she missed out on is just. Flipphones are no longer popular. Other than her family, she's only close with one other person... who just so happens to be a ghost, and therefore both 1. Wouldn't change much over the timespan due to how long she's been a ghost and 2. Unlike her family, was aware that something happened, since she could see the ghost-of-a-ghost Maggie left behind (The ghosts name is Opal, she positions herself as a sort of "guardian angel" figure, though she's not actually, and serves as just another parental figure for Maggie while also getting after the ghosts that constantly harass her to pass on messages to the living). Maggie has no real relationships outside of her family, and while her relationships with her family are massively impacted by her unknowing death, other than that... the timeskip itself doesn't weigh on her because she had no one regardless. Her struggle to adjust to everything thats happened would've happened regardless of the timeskip for her, because she was such an isolated shut-in that it's the same whether it happened the next day, or nearly a full decade later

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So another very interesting thing is that you've actually completely seen where I was going with everything, in spite of everything I said being very surface level and not actually delving into the plot at all. I completely skimmed over Jenna (She's very important to the plot, but she's by in large a regular person as opposed to Maggie's... everything), but for some additional context, Jenna has a horrendously shitty homelife, so her moving in with Maggie is both a gradual process (It goes from spending time there, to spending nights, to eventually just never going back home and moving in fully), and also serves as an escape for her. Part of that is also, so vitally, the food aspect. For some additional additional context, souls essentially serve as a persons lifeforce, practically every bodily function is improved by a soul that's stronger, though the "strength" of a soul is essentially entirely random, and not dependent on the individuals actions of any kind. Maggie had a generally weird soul before (Seeing ghosts inherently means she has to have something going on with her soul), but when she wakes up after her death, her soul is now even weirder, and part of that is that it essentially lets her get away with bad habits she absolutely should be seeing more consequences for. She barely eats, and when she does, it's basically exclusively crackers and whatever other safe foods she has around the house, because actually making food is a level of care and effort she just... doesn't give to herself in the slightest. Part of Jenna staying with her is that Jenna, without really discussing it, entirely takes up the mantle of caretaker of the apartment, with the biggest task being food prep, Jenna sees Maggie's unwillingness to take care of herself and silently steps up and starts making her actual meals so she's eating properly.

The problem is is that this also kinda... just straight up sucks? Jenna doesn't think much of it, it's something that needed to be done so she's doing it, she wants Maggie to be well fed even if she won't do it herself, and she's already been responsible for making all of her own meals for years prior anyways, so it's just another thing she does. Except that's shitty! Maggie's seen firsthand how terrible her homelife is, and it really weighs on her how even in her escape from that, Jenna's still being put in a position where she feels like she must care for her or else she just won't eat properly. So food is such a massively important thing to both of them, it's this symbol of love for both of them, it's love on the part of Jenna, for stepping in and taking care of Maggie when she can't do it herself, and it's love on the part of Maggie, for realizing how her own bad habits impact the people she cares about and wanting to lift that weight by taking care of herself better. It's also very vital for Maggie because she just... doesn't... have hobbies. Learning how to cook becomes really her only hobby and she puts all of her love and care into it, because for the first time in a long while she's actually passionate about something! ...Unfortunately she also is very very bad at it. She's inventing new dishes like "Burnt Salad" and "Please Help I Fucked Up Kraft Mac N Cheese" and still having to have Jenna come in and help her. But it's the thought that counts, and it'll only be a matter of time before she can make something vaguely edible.

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And finally, the stuff about names! I didn't post it here, but while idly talking about her in a Discord server I'm in, I definitely think that had I made Maggie like even a few months later than I would've done she would've been nonbinary. As it stands right now though, I'm saying she's probably some form of genderweird but too busy trying not to die to think about it <3 Growing up knowing that ghosts are real and routinely being shut down by authority figures in her life about it has made her very aware of how bullshit a lot of things are and how the people who claim to be knowledgeable tend to not know what they're talking about (Beyond just the "people don't think ghosts are real", she's also got ghosts willing to tell her when people are lying because they've got nothing better to do than just gossip) , so if she spent even just a moment thinking about gender as a social construct she'd instantly recognize that and probably take up some form of genderweird label, but as it stands she's just too stressed with Being The Protagonist to think about that

Now, the thing with Margaret. I'm not even going to lie to you, I think you made a better connection to how a name connects with community in terms of the narrative themes than I did. The thing with Margaret denying the name "Maggie" existed for two reasons, the in-universe explanation is that, with the little scrap of soul Margaret has leftover from Maggie, it's essentially working overtime just to keep her vitals working, it can't dedicate time and energy to making her an individual with preferences and a personality, so part of that is that she doesn't respond to "Maggie" because ultimately, that is not her name. Her name is Margaret and she's not going to respond to "Maggie" because "Maggie" isn't her name. Of course, out of universe the reasoning is that I wanted an easy way to distinguish between Maggie as she is the protagonist, and the version of her that lived in the years she was gone, so different names makes the most sense.

I think your connection to how name relates to community genuinely works on a level I hadn't fully pieced together myself yet and I really love that because I think that absolutely works with everything. One of the main conflicts of the plot is how Maggie is entirely disconnected from her family thanks to the years she was gone, with Margaret having no priorities beyond "survive", she basically never spoke with her parents or brother for years. While her family tried to reach out to her repeatedly (Especially given that, while they're unaware the truth of what happened the night Maggie was murdered, they do know something happened, and they believe that whatever it was severely traumatized her, and that's where the sudden and drastic shift in personality came from), there's a point where they just... gave up. She wasn't trying to talk with them or contact them in the slightest, so around a year or two after Margaret moved out, her parents gave up on her. Her brother would still be there a bit, but he also didn't really... try... anymore.

When Maggie wakes up, she tries to call her parents... and they don't pick up. They'd grown resentful over the years, and now that Maggie wants to talk to them, they don't forgive her for the years of not speaking to them, and aren't interested in whatever she has to say after nearly a decade of trying to reconnect with her and being met with nothing. It's her insistence that she wants to be called Maggie that actually gets her brother to realize she's telling the truth and that something happened. She shows up at his door, already something that Margaret wouldn't have done, and that combined with her being visibly upset when he calls her Margaret and tells him that's not her and that she's Maggie, it signals to him that whatever's going on is real (...though he would've figured this out eventually, given that she also literally 17 again and not in her mid-20s, and has a giant glowing stab wound in her chest). I think it works absolutely perfectly as being a symbol of community, her disconnect from her community is what led to her being called Margaret, and her desperation to be returned to that community is when she's Maggie again. So uh. Congrats on getting the themes of my OCs better than I did <3

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And uhhhh closing thoughts! I honestly did still skim over the majority of the plot (Literally never even mentioned Eli or what's going on with her stab wound </3), but I think you reeeeally hit the nail on the head with everything I'm kinda getting at with these OCs, which is... frankly wild given how little main plot I actually got at. Basically everything I mentioned in my original post was the setup, not the main plot. But waaaaugh thank you for being so niceys to me and also giving me another excuse to ramble endlessly <3

#my OCs #uhhh MAGGIE FUN FACTS:#Animals can tell when a soul is weird so she has a colony of stray cats that hang around her apartment door #she doesnt even LIKE animals that much (She barely takes care of HERSELF shes not taking care of any animals.)#but they all like her weirdass soul and keep hanging around because of it #When the plot ends she gives one of the stray cats to her parents as a 'sorry i died' gift #The cats name is Marge- named by Jenna and also specifically its 'Marge' said in a Simpsons impression. any Simpson #It's Jennas FAVORITE cat out of the strays bc she says she looks like Maggie. also Marge is a male cat #Neither Jenna nor Maggie know how to tell the difference between a male and female cat reliably so they assume Marge is female- hes not #Also Eli's the closest to the 'main antagonist' the story gets. hes an old coworker of Margarets and basically her only friend #and Maggie's too scared with her whole 'is actively dying' thing and doesnt know how to tell him 'hey im not your friend- she died'#ELI thinks that Margaret is essentially have some sort of extreme mental breakdown and is trying to get her help bc he cares about her-#-unaware that Maggie is essentially a different person and doesnt know him #anyways uhhhh Maggie attempts to beat him to death with her laptop once. sorry Eli. luckily shes 17 and scrawny as fuck-#-so he's able to throw her off of him but its still. BAD #Maggie's got INSANE insomnia for a large variety of reasons- and falls asleep on the floor one night while on her laptop #Eli- having gotten off work late and going to check on Margaret- who hasnt shown up to work in weeks and isnt answering her phone #-spots Maggie passed out on the floor and assumes shes having some sort of medical emergency #Margaret had left her spare keys at work which he'd grabbed- so he lets himself in to get her to a hospital #Only for Maggie to wake up. With a strange man in her apartment in the middle of the night. Wuh Oh !#THIS time however- when she's home alone (shes not alone Jenna's asleep in the other room) and she spots a stranger in her house-#-she ends up with a fight reaction and NOT freeze <3 #also her full name is Margaret Elisabeth Newell and her brothers name is Hawke #one of the very few times i will give my OC a full name- and entirely bc my friend suggested her last name LMAO #also she believes in bigfoot. GHOSTS are real and theyre WAY less believable than 'big ape' so she fully believes it #Opal keeps trying to tell her no that ones ACTUALLY not real and shes like uh huh. sure. ill believe it when i see it

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mrsrdlw · 20 days

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“Will you forgive me, please?”

Warnings: angst; eddie and reader are in a one year relationship; reader almost burst from stress; verbal fight; happy ending (the only right way, cuz i can’t stand when it ends sadly:)), no use of y/n (she is referred as sweetie/sweetheart), let me know if i’m missing something something

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summary: Reader is going crazy with how much is going on on her life. Studying for the final exams, work with terrible people. But on a weekend, when Eddie comes without warning you, you both fought for the first time in your relationship.

Being Eddie's girlfriend was the best part of your life. You loved him and the way he treated you. You've been together for a year now and, between this time, you got to know all sides of him. Goofy, funny, kind, sexy. But you've never seen him get mad. Pissed? Of course! All the time, he would be complaining about things or cursing other people who were assholes with him. But he was never mad, at least not with you.

But there was one specific time when you were having a terrible week. With the final exams, not to mention you mentoring other students, you were one step away from losing it. And there was your boss giving you the same speech all week because one of your co-workers snitched you for kissing your boyfriend at work. It was just a smooch!

"This girl's a bitch. Probably never touched a dick in her life!" That's what Eddie said to you.

But, by the end of the week, you were on edge. And being busy all the time, you never got the chance to spend a single minute with your boyfriend. But he would have to wait, the finals were more important now. Eddie didn't seem to agree. He showed up at your door with movies in his hands.

"Hey sweetie, i'm sorry i'm a little late. Had to kick some ass to get out of Family Video" You just hummed, trying to understand what was wrong with your calculus. "I'm great, thanks for asking!"

On his way he, unfortunately, met Jason at the same place. He didn't actually fought him, just some heated exchange of words. It got him a little pissed, but he was going to spend the night with you, so he pretended that he was fine. He was hoping that you would make him feel better.

"Eddie you can put the movie, i don't mind, but i'll not pay attention. I really need to review this"

"Yeah sweetheart, whatever you say" Of course. He was not listening, looking for some candies in your cabinet.

He sat by your side and kept talking to you. You were trying so hard not to cut him off, you really missed him, but you couldn't allow yourself that privilege of five minutes making out with him. So by the end of the first movie he brought, he started to say some curious facts about it but you let out a groan. "Fuck. Why physics were so hard?” You thought to yourself.

"Alright, stop. What the fuck? I've be trying to talk to you for the whole week, but you were too busy. Now that is your time to relax you're going to keep studying?" He said with a serious tone. At first you were quiet, waiting for him to calm down so you would not fight. But he said, louder this time "Say something, damn it!"

"What do you want me to say Eddie? I need to-" you were cut out

"Please, don't you think you studied enough? The whole week, is all you've been doing. You’re gonna burst into flames from thinking too much."He was now facing you, your book long forgotten as the both of you started to lose it.

"Well, for some of us, the constancy is required! I am not doing very good in this subject. I'm just trying to do my best and you should be doing the same." He shifted his body and giggled in a sarcastic way.

"Oh yes, let's remember that i was held back. So original. That's very dirty bellow the belt of you sweetheart." His facial expression was full of disappointment and anger.

"Can you not contort my words? I said as you should be doing your best too so you don't get held back again!" You regretted the time you said it. It was dirty of you and his eyes were not looking into yours anymore. "I know i was not very present this week, but can't you just wait 'till the goddamn exams to end. I don't know what happened for you be so rude but you shouldn't be taking it out on me!"

He was not looking at you, fidgeting with his rings, thinking of the right thing to say so you could stop fighting.

"All i wanted was to spend time with you, what the fuck is wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong, is just that i told you that i needed to get good at this."

"That's the fucking point, there's nothing to get better at, you've been working on it for so long, there is nothing new to see! Fuck, you’re not even answering when i talked to you."

"Stop being fucking dramatic Eddie! Do you think i like this, the way that i'm on the edge right now? Fighting with my boyfriend and friends, not having a fucking second to breathe because it feels like everything i do is wrong?"

"And i am the one dramatic. Let me give you a heads up. It's not the end of the fucking world if you fail a test. Besides, you couldn't do it even if you tried. You had to have sucked in the other tests to be held back, like me."

"Oh my god! Why don't you grow up a little and see how this is important to me? Look, we both are angry for some reason and are not in conditions to talk. I think is the best for the both of you for you to leave. So we don't hurt ourselves anymore."

"You always have to be so good and solve every damn problem, right? Only so in the end i can be the bad guy. Honestly, why are you the one to say what we should or shouldn't do?"

"Because it's my fucking house and i want you to leave!"

At this point, after wrestling and yelling at each other, you were with tears in your eyes panting without knowing what to do. Eddie gulped, stepped back and, not saying a word, he left.

The tears were rolling down your cheeks. Now there was no way you would focus on physics. You regretted so much. All the words said in the heat of the moment. You didn't mean any of them. And he probably didn't. You both said things to hurt each other in order to be right. Eddie was definitely upset about something, not just the lack of your attention. But now was not the time to find out.

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After a week, you finish every school exam and were finally free from school. And back in work, your co-worker was fired. She was caught fucking a random guy that you didn’t know on the boss’s office . “Guess Eddie was wrong” you thought giggling but getting upset the second after. You both have been avoiding each other. Eddie didn’t want to bother you and you didn’t want to hurt him. But it was time. You were tired of tearing up every time you remembered your fight.

So, at the end of your shift, you drove to the trailer park. It was the first time you fought and you hated. The feeling was that, at any second, you would lose him.

Knocking at his door, you stood there, waiting for him.

“Coming.” You heard his muffled voice. When he opened the door, he had an annoyed expression that shifted to a concerned one once he saw it was you. He was shirtless, wet hair and sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You didn’t know if it was because of the long week not seeing him, but he looked incredibly handsome. “Hey” It was the only thing he could say, surprised by your appearance.

“Hi… Can we talk.” You said hesitant, not knowing where to start.

“Sure. Please” He opened the door wider letting you in. Guiding you on the couch, where you both sat in awkward silence. It didn’t even look like you two were together for a long time. “I assume you’re here to talk about last weekend.” You nodded trying your best not to cry already which was really hard because of the way he looked at you.

“Look Eddie, i don’t even know where to start. We both lost our senses and said terrible things we shouldn’t. I honestly feel like-“ A feeling you grew accustomed in the past week grew in your throat. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “I felt like i was losing my mind and that everything i was doing was wrong. You were right. I was taking too much at once and i couldn’t take it.”

“No no no. Sweetheart, i was the wrong one. I was worried about you and my own shit and i put that on your shoulders.” He said whipping your cheeks. “And as i usually do, to run away from my problems, i pretended that none of that was happening and didn’t realize how important studying was for you. I am truly sorry for that and for the fight.”

You hugged him tightly. His hands surrounded your waist and his nose nestled on your neck, sniffing your sent. He’d missed you deeply. “I’m sorry too” you said softly and moving away just enough to see his face. “I just want you to know that i don’t meant shit from what i’ve said. That was awful of me. I felt awful. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course i forgive you, sweetie. I was supposed to be the one apologizing. I also didn’t mean any of that crap. You forgive me too?” He said giving you a smirk that made you giggle.

“Yes. But only if you tell me why you were so worked up that night.”

“Oh shit, you’re right. My week was not great either. You know how much i hate finals. Before going to yours, i stopped at Family Video and i met with Jason Carver. And well, you know the story, he calls me a freak and i pretend that he hurt my feelings. But that night, he started to talk shit about us, like you were way out of my league. And until then i was like, tell me something i don’t know. But then the son of a bitch called you a whore and that you probably sold yourself for one fuck in exchange for a review of any subject. And i was like “what the fuck dude?”. I just lost my mind. Thank the metal gods that Steve stopped me from beating his face.”

“Oh my god! You could have told me” You don’t even know why you said that. You literally fought because you were too into your studies.

“It’s alright. He normally doesn’t piss me off. But I just can’t accept him talking shit about you. As if he knew you enough to call you a whore.”

The good thing is that you got back to normal and cuddled for the rest of the day. Eddie wanted to stay close to you as much as he could, so he asked begged for you to stay over. So here you were, before going to sleep telling how much you loved each other.

“Good night baby” Even in the dark room, you could see his beautiful eyes looking at you with so much love

“Good night Eds” Closing your eyes ready to sleep, felling your man’s hand caressing you, you were sure that you were in heaven. Out of the sudden you remembered.

“Eds!” You turned fast to him scaring him a little “You won’t believe what happened.”

“What?” Poor man, he was half asleep. You giggled at his confused face.

“Apparently, that girl from work did a lot more than touching dick…”

“I told you she was a bitch. A man knows”

“Shut up”

*if you have any ideas/request/sugestions; please sent it to me, my inbox is open. :)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x you #angst with a happy ending #light angst #angst

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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The Turkey Baster Experiment

Summary: Her cousin just had a baby via turkey baster, supposedly. Robin had to find out if it actually works. Based on this.

A continuation of me cleaning out my drafts.

1990, Chicago, Illinois

The Rockie Harrison Apartment (named in combination of all of their names)

It was Robin and Eddie's day off of work, so they were busy lounging in their pajamas watching Scooby-Doo. Their partners hadn't been so lucky. Steve was working as a middle school teacher, so of course, he didn't have a day off during the week. Vickie was working in a library at a different school, unfortunately, while she worked on also publishing her own book. Eddie worked as a mechanic. Robin worked at a bakery while also tutoring kids with their Spanish and French on the side. Some of them were rich kids, so occasionally, she could afford to take a few days off like she was now.

"You're such a Velma," Eddie said with a shake of his curls.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Robin said. "Velma is very cute."

"That would make Vickie Daphne?" Eddie asked.

"Duh, she can be such a Daphne sometimes," Robin grinned fondly.

"Steve is such a Fred," Eddie sighed dreamily.

"You're definitely a Shaggy," she said. "And the kids are definitely all Scooby."

"Robin. . .I'm feeling that empty nest thingy again!" Eddie exclaimed and pouted.

"It has been almost a year since they've graduated, and we moved here. Weeks since they've called us. It's not like we practically raised them or anything," Robin pouted. "Do you think they've forgotten about us?"

After the kids graduated high school, Steve and Robin decided to move to Chicago with their partners, who were happy to move anywhere as long as it wasn't Hawkins. It was in Chicago that they found a lovely abandoned old firehouse. It took some TLC, but it was liveable, and it housed them all perfectly. Plus, Eddie loved the pole that went down to the first floor, specifically when Steve used it as a stripper pole. Vickie and Robin had vowed never to use it once they learned what they did with it.

"Rob, they're in college now. El, Lucas, and Max are starting this new relationship. Will and Mike are still dancing around each other since Will broke up with Gareth. They're probably really busy," Eddie shrugged and then paused to wail, "They have forgotten about us!"

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Robin nearly broke her neck, jumping over the back of the couch to answer it.

"Oh, hey, mom," Robin said.

Eddie sighed and crossed his arms, pouting in his seat.

"Darn kids," Eddie muttered.

He focused on the show as Robin talked with her mother. Occasionally, he lifted his head when he heard Robin gasp about something. When the phone call was done, the episode of Scooby-Doo was finished, and another one was starting.

"What was that about?" Eddie asked Robin.

"My cousin finally had a baby. Although she didn't tell anyone that she was pregnant and it's crazy how she got pregnant in the first place," Robin said.

"Not the normal way?" Eddie asked in surprise.

"Well, she and her husband have been trying to have a baby for a while, but it hasn't happened, so she decided to take matters into her own hands," Robin said.

"She fucked another guy?!" Eddie gasped.

"Nope," she said.

"She fucked another girl?" Eddie asked in confusion.

"Dingus! No! She used a turkey baster and get this: she didn't use her husband's sperm to do it. She used his brother's!" Robin exclaimed.

"There's no fucking way," Eddie scoffed.

"She did. Her husband only found out because he went to the doctor and discovered he couldn't have kids," she said. "She told him the truth when he confronted her."

"No, not that. There's no way she got pregnant using a turkey baster," Eddie said.

"She did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't!"

"I'll prove it," Robin said.

"Fucking how?" Eddie asked.

"You have a turkey baster of your own. You should be able to understand the concept of how she did it," Robin said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"No, I mean how the fuck are you going to prove it?" Eddie asked.

"Well, we have a turkey baster, and I happen to be ovulating," Robin said.

"Okay, so what happens if you do get pregnant?" Eddie asked.

"Then you get a baby like you and Steve have been talking about," Robin said. "Although Vickie's been kind of broody lately too."

"So, this kid would have two moms and two dads?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Robin said.

"This kid is either going to be the queerest kid ever, or we're all so queer that they're going to be the straightest person alive," Eddie snickered.

"Either way, because of us, they'll be the fast talking son in the west," Robin said.

"It could be a girl," Eddie said.

"No, it's play on words for - never mind. Are we doing this or not?" Robin asked.

"Hmm, maybe Steve and Vickie are right. Maybe we shouldn't hang out without them," Eddie said.

"Coward," Robin said.

Eddie and Robin stared at each other for a while. Eddie glared at her.

"Do it," Eddie said.

"You're up first, big guy," Robin said.

"Right."

Robin gave him a cup and shoved him into the bathroom. She waited rather impatiently outside the door. A couple of minutes later, she heard him groan in frustration.

"Problems? Just think about Steve at the beach when he ate that vanilla ice cream cone, and it started dripping into his sweaty, hairy beast of a chest, but instead of you gawking at him like an idiot, you reach over and start licking - "

"Okay, it's up! Stop helping!" Eddie shrieked.

Eddie glared at her when he walked out of the room and handed her the cup. She took it, and the turkey baster into the restroom, her head held high. He leaned against the wall, smirking when he heard Robin complain loudly.

"Well, if I didn't know I was a lesbian before this, this is definitely what would turn me. Disgusting!" Robin exclaimed.

"I've heard no complaints from Steve when he swallows!" Eddie exclaimed cheerfully.

"Gah!" Robin exclaimed as she came out of the bathroom. "It's done."

"Now what?" He asked.

"Now we wait," Robin said.

She threw herself down on the couch, turned herself upside down, and threw her legs over the back of the couch.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"Helping your little guys find their way," Robin said. "Plus, it's a cool way to watch Scooby-Doo."

Eddie shrugged and copied what she did.

"Now, we wait," Eddie said.

An uncertain amount of weeks later. . .

Eddie was alone in the apartment while Vickie took Robin to a doctor's appointment. Steve was at work. Eddie was working on writing music when the door to the apartment burst open. Vickie stared at Eddie while Robin stood nervously behind her.

"Did you get my girlfriend pregnant?" Vickie asked.

"It was her idea! She seduced me!" Eddie said.

"How?!" Vickie asked.

"She called me a coward!" He exclaimed.

Vickie giggled and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly.

"It's hard to stay mad at the mother and father of my child even if it was reckless of you guys," Vickie laughed again. "Just wait until Steve comes home."

"Oh God, Steve," Eddie realized, his face pale.

Eddie waited around nervously for Steve to come home. When he finally did, he walked in with a smile on his face. Oh good, he had a decent day. . . It was a decent day that Eddie was probably about to ruin. He walked up to Steve, greeting him with a tight hug and a kiss. He snuggled into Steve’s side, his cheek pressed against his. Eddie traced patterns in his chest.

"Hi," Steve said, looking at him in confusion.

"So, how mad would you be at me if I got your platonic soulmate pregnant?" Eddie asked.

"What is this now?" Steve asked with wide eyes.

"Robin's cousin got pregnant by turkey baster, and I called bullshit on that, then Robin wanted to prove it. I jerked off into a cup, and Robin squirted it up her hoo-ha with the turkey baster. Then, several weeks later, here we are," Eddie said and paused. "So, how was your day, sweetheart?"

Steve sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to wrap his head around Eddie's ridiculous description of the situation. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped down at the table.

"So, how are you feeling about this?" Steve asked Vickie and Robin.

"Excited," Vickie grinned. "We're all going to be parents."

"So, all four of us, huh?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Robin said.

"We're having a baby," he said softly, and then he grinned. "We're having a baby!"

"Three bisexuals, a lesbian, and a baby!" Eddie exclaimed, and they all looked at him. "What? Spock directed that film."

Steve laughed, pulled him into his lap, and kissed him.

"I'm happy this happened, but maybe next time you want to get Robin pregnant, maybe get all of us involved," Steve grinned.

"Hey, I was just trying to prove Robin wrong," Eddie said and smiled softly. "I'm glad I was the one who was wrong."

"I just realized this baby is going to part Robin and Eddie," Steve said.

"Oh god!" Vickie laughed.

"Hey! You guys are supposed to love us!" Eddie exclaimed.

"This baby is going to kick the shit out of me, aren't they?" Robin asked, holding her stomach.

Several months later. . . after many shenanigans during which Robin discovered that she could use Steve and Eddie as her willing puppets. . .

"Wednesday, huh?" Steve asked as he held the baby in his arms.

"You said we couldn't name her after a Scooby-Doo character," Eddie said defensively.

"Besides, you always said you love Wednesday because she reminds you of Max," Robin said.

"I'm not complaining, I love the name," Steve said grinning.

Wednesday Elizabeth Munson-Buckley had started arriving sometime during the middle of the night, much to Robin's annoyance. She had been busy sleeping. Wednesday had arrived that afternoon, surrounded by doctors and all of her parents. Now, here they were in Robin's hospital room, with Eddie and Vickie cooing over Steve’s shoulder.

"You did great, baby," Vickie said tearfully. "She's beautiful."

Vickie kissed Robin deeply before going back to gazing at the baby.

"You want to go next, don't you?" Robin asked her girlfriend.

"What?" Vickie asked.

"If we ever decide to give Wednesday a sibling, you want to be the one that's pregnant, don't you?" She asked in amusement.

"Ooh, both her and Steve could go next," Eddie said.

"Let's just see how this one goes," Steve said, laughing. "But probably."

"Oh, I called Uncle Wayne. He cried like, well, a baby when I told him I wanted to give her a w name in honor of him. He's going to call everyone else and let them know. So, we're probably going to have a full house sometime in the next few days," Eddie said.

Steve grinned and passed the baby back off to Robin. She smiled and stroked the top of Wednesday's head.

"Oh, I want her to have the whole world," Robin said.

"So, you want her to be an evil super villain hellbent on world domination?" Eddie asked.

"It's what she deserves," she said.

"She'll succeed where men have failed," Eddie said proudly.

"Yeah, that's a no," Steve scoffed.

"We're just keeping her options open, Stevie," Eddie said.

"It's not set in stone," Robin said. "We're just letting her know that we'll love her no matter what."

"I'm not supporting our daughter becoming a super villain," Vickie laughed.

"I guess we know who the fun parents are," Eddie said.

It certainly wasn't an everyday situation, and most people would call it abnormal, but to the four of them and the people they loved, it wasn't so strange. Wednesday would grow up to be well loved with four supportive parents and with an extended family to match. Stranger things have happened than a child growing up loved and isn't that the most important thing of all. . . That the child was loved?

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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 5 months

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Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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Oh Baby, Baby! Five

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Y/N was certain that she was going to kill someone.

This was why she normally had Harry go to the shops by himself. Her non pregnant self could barely deal with a Saturday crowd. Pregnant Y/N? She was homicidal.

People didn’t know how to walk. How to say ‘pardon me’. How to talk at a normal volume. Her eye was twitching as her hands tightened on the stopping trolly, taking a deep inhale as she watched Harry place a bag of cucumber into the basket. “Think that should be good in the Veg.” He chirped, looking at the list on his phone. She could see the little bubbles being filled in and going down each time he checked off an item. Thankfully he still had a functioning mind because hers was feeling like TV static as she tried to keep herself calm.

Her belly had begun to show a bit more and she was extremely protective of her little bump. Hand rested on it, she self soothed by rubbing over it, her stretchy cotton tee shirt dress moving with her hand. She’d chosen the green because Harry specifically liked her in that color, but she was more than aware of how she had begun to stress sweat and he would more than likely be exposed to the stains it would leave behind.

“Hey..” His hand on her shoulder startled her, making her jump. When had he even approached her? “You okay, love?” His hand shoved the phone into his pocket, instead gently tilting her head up towards him. The look of true concern made her soften her tense shoulders a tad, sighing as she nodded. This newer side to him, having to admit that she was his and he was hers, that they were an actual item, was still somewhat new. It was a weird mix of things that still was hard to understand. On one hand, it spooked her when he was openly affectionate like this, but the bigger side felt like it was natural. Settling into a place it always should have been, perhaps this aspect being the piece she felt somewhat missing in their friendship prior to this.

Harry wasn’t just her best friend anymore. He was her lover. The fucking father of her child! They were going to be around each other forever.

“Yeah.” She said tiredly, letting her face fall into his hand. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, honestly. Knew I needed to get out of the house but I forgot what a madhouse the store turns into on weekends.” A weak smile was pulled to the corner of her lips as his brows furrowed at her answer. Yes, it had been her idea to go. She had been holing up inside of the home and she needed to get some more fresh air and stimulation, but the grocery store was proving to be a bit much.

Pregnancy was a lot more strenuous than she had imagined and she knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Mentally it had been taxing, worrying about her abilities to be a mother and also cultivating and nourishing this new relationship with Harry, she had been anxious for a while despite it all. She was hopeful, anyways, because there was no one else she would ever dream of having a baby with.

With all that was going on, Harry had been a saving grace. A shoulder to lean on and a confidant, now that the layers had been shed and she knew that her feelings for him were not at all one sided. He seemed to thrive, actually, by feeling needed. It was something that had initially shocked her because he used to run away or pull back in the face of commitment, but he was already talking about what they’d make a tradition for their baby's birthday, how they were going to do the holidays, if they’d request their families to come together or split their times… It was incredible but also a bit weird to see. He had slid into the role like he had been born for it.

He’d even suggested they attend birthing classes together. Picked up more parenting books than she had. Gave her the prenatal vitamins and changed all the coffee in the house to decaf, much to her dismay. He was excited and happy and it felt bad that at times she felt a bit like a grinch. To which he would remind her that she was the one growing a little baby inside of her and had her body changing. That it was his job to do the other preparations because she needed to focus on keeping herself and the baby healthy. He was infuriatingly understanding.

“M’sorry. I forgot a bit, I kind of space out in my own head.” He mumbled. “Do you want to leave? I can come back later and get some of the stuff.” See? How was he being so good?

“No, no. That’s ridiculous, we’re halfway through the list. I’m just adjusting, I think. Hyperaware.” She laughed. “Just need to get through it. We’re getting lunch after so I can unwind there. The Bluebird Cafe still okay with you?” She asked, letting his hand fall back to her arm.

“Anything that’s good with you. Y’know I’m not picky, babe.” He chuckled. “They’ve got the good sandwich and salad combinations. I’m not on the cleanse anymore.” She had forgotten about that. A juice cleanse was a little ridiculous to her but apparently he said it helped his gut. To her that meant his bowel movements must be incredibly unpleasant. “Let’s power through the other half of the shopping, I’ll stop home and run it up, and then we can go fill your hunger. All good.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t much to argue, instead letting him pull her in for a quick hug and a press of his lips on her head. She really didn’t know what she would do without him.

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“So.” Harry’s hands folded against one another. Their food order had been taken and Y/N was sat comfortably in the booth across from Harry, her feet tangled with his. He’d ordered for her, being all too aware of what she had been prattling on about in the car, along with a smoothie he just simply knew that she liked. It was little things like that that caught her off guard. How much had he always been paying attention to that she didn’t even realize?

“Yes?” She asked, amused as she ran her hand absentmindedly over the growing swell of her stomach. The habit was human nature and Harry expressed jealousy sometimes that he couldn’t always be stroking over their growing baby, but he wanted to remain somewhat normal. He was already so fastidious about everything else, something neither of them had anticipated in this whole journey, so he didn’t want to smother Y/N with his eagerness.

“How are we….” He leaned on the table on his elbows, hands clasped. “How do we tell the parents?” It was a loaded question considering they really did need to tell them, sooner rather than later. Neither knew Harry and Y/N were even together, let alone that he was fathering a rapidly growing child inside of Y/N’s tummy. They’d kept it quiet for Y/N’s sake and superstition, wanting to make sure she made it into a safer part of the growth to tell people. It had been Y/N’s idea to have a child, even if she had been a bit impulsive, but she was trying to keep this intimate piece just to themselves for as long as they could. What had started as something off the cuff had become even more important to her than she had anticipated- and that was saying a lot.

“I mean, they’re going to be thrilled.” Harry started again, seeing the little wrinkle between her brows that always formed when she thought too hard. “They’ve been rooting for us to get together since we met. I know the baby part is going to kind of… throw things off, but I know they’re going to be overjoyed to learn that we’re havin’ our little Sprout.” The fondness could be seen physically on his features, like he was floating when he spoke about them. Their little baby, the sprout he was keeping track of every week on an app on his phone. He had quite a few downloaded, actually, but one in particular had been purchased with the premium membership.

‘Might be useful after Sprout, too.’ He had simply shrugged when she asked why he bothered paying for the lifetime membership. It still set the butterflies in her stomach on flight whenever she thought of that little instance.

Her bashful smile was his response, brushing imaginary lint off her dress before daring to meet his eyes. Harry had been more confident about this whole thing even though she had been the one to say she wanted it, and it had been like they sort of switched places. His confidence was starting to be a bit infectious.

“I think we should tell them together.” She finally conceded. “I have no idea how, really. We can check pinterest or just tell them? I know it's the first grandchild for both of them so I want it to be special but I don’t want to overdo it. You know?” Y/N knew Harry would get exactly what she meant. “We can do ultrasound pictures in gift bags, or the tee shirts that say grandma on them? I’ve never done it before.” She peeped, flushing to herself. No shit, this was their first child. This would all be a learning curve for everyone involved.

“No, no. I understand, pretty.” He reached out to grab her fingers that had been fiddling with the edge of the paper napkin, ripping it up slightly. A nervous habit. Instead he spread her fingers out and curled his around hers, running his index finger down the middle of her palm. “I think the ultrasound frame would be the best option. A keepsake that they’ll both like. Maybe we can have them over for a spring dinner, do it then?” The calming touch had it’s intended effect, Harry’s sharp eyes watching as her shoulders relaxed slightly and she nodded at the idea. “Perfect. I don’t mind keeping it to just us for a bit but, you know how gossipy people are. They’re gonna start talking about us going to the appointments and shopping. Don’t want to get everything online.” Harry had been a big advocate for them going out to have the full experience. He wanted to help her choose a crib, a playpen, a baby monitor- all after scouring the safety ratings and reviews, obviously- He wanted to be the one who put together the crib, the one who helped build the nursery. He’d expressed how involved he wanted to be not only in the baby’s day to day, but her pregnancy. How could she say no? How could she not lean all the way into it when she saw just how incredibly happy it made him?

“I know. Everyone is nosy.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “It’s okay, though. I just want to make sure random people don’t come up and feel my stomach. Maybe get me a sign that says ‘ask before touching’ to put on me.” Her joke made him chuckle but it was a real concern of hers. Y/N liked to keep her physical touch to a minimal with strangers. Harry wouldn’t stand for her being uncomfortable. “It’s different around family, like if we go to family stuff, but a lot of strangers just go up to people and touch and it’s weird.” A fake shudder exaggerated her disgust.

“Yeah, m’not sure why that’s a thing, my love. I’ll work something out.” Knowing him, he may very well get her a sign to stick on her tummy, but she would see. “We’ve got the telling our parents squared away, so I suppose my next question is when would you like to go shopping?” The eagerness for that was not well hidden, if he was even trying to hide it. Y/N doubted it.

“Probably soon after we tell them? We can start looking online. You’ve already got the baby locks taken care of.” Her eyes rolled in her head, making him pout. That was still something that he took seriously! He’d seen too many horror stories. “When Sprout, y’know, Blooms, we are going to be overwhelmed and probably busy. I don’t want there to be an accident and we just forget to babyproof something because we have other stuff going on.” He paused, bringing her hand to his face to kiss the knuckles. “I want this to be as stress free for you as possible. Just want you to focus on growing our baby, taking care of yourself. So m’gonna try and take care of stuff in the background so there's no worry, or sudden panic for you.”

Harry truly managed to blow her mind every day. Little things like this, his pure thoughtfulness made her a bit speechless. How she’d managed to snag the best baby daddy of all time, she didn’t know, but it would be something she was always thankful for. There wasn’t enough time to thank him for it, their food approaching as she was trying to find the words, but she was quick to squeeze his hand back and snug their legs up a bit more as she brought the straw of her smoothie to her mouth.

Life had somehow stuck her with the best person to grow with.

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luveline · 1 year

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eddie idea for shy friday! reader who is into the same music as eddie & has a similar aesthetic but not the confidence that is associated with it, and maybe eddie takes the initiative to interact with her because she’s nervous to do so? :)

thank you for your request! eddie x shy!fem!reader ♡

Some metalheads are super loud and some aren't. Eddie knows guys who've been in the scene longer than he's been alive who barely talk about it. He doesn't really need you to be loud about what you love to get the message.

For starters, you look fucking sick. Your hair, the makeup, toned down but undeniably influenced by all the greats, Joan and Chrissie and Kim Gordon. You dress in simple stuff like he does, though you usually swap dark jeans for skirts with pretty, shiny studs and tights with ladders climbing your thighs. He's been meaning to try his luck with you for ages, but he hadn't wanted to do it while you were working —he has a funny feeling that behind the bar is the last place you want to be asked out.

It's his good fortune that he finds you in a record store in Indianapolis. He does a double take, thinking he's seeing some other pretty girl in black. It wouldn't be uncommon here.

But there you are, sorting through classic rock records with a darling mildness about you. Unhurried, always so quiet. He kind of really loves that about you, the delicate way you move and the unassuming curve of your lips.

He decides to just go for it. In and out.

"Hey," he says, trying to be a normal guy. It comes out a teeny tiny bit too loud. "Fancy seeing you here. Are you looking for something?"

Eddie's no master in girls but he understands body language pretty well, and feels guilty at the shift of your legs, one thigh pressed to another as you lean back.

"Hey," you say, "um, no, I'm just looking around."

"That's a good one," he says, nodding at the vinyl between your fingers, Sad Wings of Destiny. "I love Judas Priest."

You put the record down, and he worries for a split second that you're gonna bolt out the door, and he's acting like a creep, but you grab the zip on your jacket and pull it down to your navel.

You're wearing a Judas Priest t-shirt with a rip just under the soft valley of your chest. "Me too… You're Eddie."

"I am," he says, a little surprised that you know him, but trying to be suave. "I guess I'm at The Hideout too much if you know me before I've introduced myself."

"I–" You clasp your hands together against your stomach. "I've wanted to talk to you, tell you that I like the band… you remind me of Judas Priest, actually. You know, 'cause you and your second guitarist, you're a twin assault."

His jaw drops dramatically. "Are you flirting with me?"

It's the worst thing he could've said. You swallow, and he's about to take it back, make a joke about his huge mouth, but you smile gently.

"Maybe," you say. "Is that… okay?"

"Girl like you?" Eddie gives you his smoothest smile, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you. "Beautiful, it's more than okay."

You bite your lip, turning your smile back to the bin of vinyls.

"Are you busy? Maybe you could help me find something specific?" he furthers.

You don't look at him, but you nod. It's a great start.

Eddie doesn't have a record in mind, so he names the most obscure one he can think of and feels it like a punch when your eyes light up in recognition. You find it quicker than he thinks you will, you know exactly where it'll be, and he scrambles to drag it out. He hasn't even started on what he wants to ask you, what you like doing outside of work, if you did your hair yourself, if you're free Friday night.

"Uh," he says eloquently, "are you busy? You're a mastermind, and there's a couple of other LPs I wanna check out that I'm too dumb to find myself."

And that's how Eddie spends 137 dollars in forty-five minutes. He learns your details through stacks and shelves, revelling in your shy answers, and how hard you laugh at his cheesy jokes.

You wince as they ring him up in sympathy. He starts to regret his decisions, but you slow in front of the door and look at him through your lashes.

"Did you wanna get coffee?" you ask.

"Yes," he says immediately, his jaw aching in the effort it takes not to grin like a fool, until he remembers himself. "Or, I would. I don't think I can afford it."

You smile gently. "My treat."

He's so entranced, he forgets he's broke.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #shy friday

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weebsinstash · 5 days

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I'm sorry but I'm going insane for your idea of Lilith and Luci getting a sinner pregnant together can we please have more of your thoughts on this idea 🙏

Absolutely because I'm a dirty little heathen and Season 2 isn't just about to magically pop up out of the ground and I've had SOME THOUGHTS and also this post is way longer than it should be 💀

I was sitting and I was thinking of the concept of the Hotel having communal breakfasts or having at least one day of the week where there's food served and everyone (typically) eats together, not only as a bonding/unity sort of thing but also simular to how real hotels can have complimentary breakfast as part of your stay, and like, yeesh this is actually an entirely separate fic idea in of itself but you're talking with Alastor and you're saying something along the lines of "oh yeah, well, I was actually starting to think a lot about motherhood before I died, but, raising children is so complicated, not to mention society right now is so genuinely hostile and dangerous to children, and i wouldn't have been able to afford it anyways, and, well, you know, NOW i literally can't have them down here"

AND FROM THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE END OF THE TABLE

COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED

HERE'S LILITH, "Oh! It wouldn't be impossible at all! You and Lucifer could still have a baby :)"

RECORD SCRATCH SOUND EFFECT AS EVERYONE LOOKS TO THE QUEEN OF HELL. She seems completely unbothered while her husband is A TOMATO, he can barely even look in your direction, he's just tugging on her sleeve, "L-Lili, cmon, don't say things like that 😳🥴" and awkwardly laughing, maybe even asking to speak to his wife in private (I feel like its a regular occurrence for these two to dip out of a room and reappear and Lilith is reapplying her lipstick as she re-enters followed by a kiss covered Lucifer lmao)

Can you even imagine going to Charlie, "hey um, this is awkward, your mom keeps like. Jesus please don't kill me I'm not a homewrecker but your mom keeps making comments about me having a baby with your dad and she sounds completely serious about it and shes been bringing it up for like two weeks" and you could not be saying this in a more obvious "hey girl this is weird and I don't like it, can you chat with your parents for me to stop this" kind of way BUT, the actual way Charlie is responding ALSO THROWS YOU OFF. I can see it already, Charlie all but LIGHTS UP WITH EXCITEMENT and she, takes a breath, "oh!! I mean!! You don't have to do anything you don't want to obviously, bbBUT UH THAT BEING SAID oh gosh that sounds like it would make you really happy, aaaaand and I know you wanted a family of your own and, hey isn't this place about new beginnings and" GIRL WE AREN'T HAVING A BABY WITH YOUR DAD TF?

You know how I made that post "hey Lucifer kind of appears to have these vague Master Of All type powers down in Hell, what if he could manipulate your dreams and made you dream about being a kid because he's wanting to heal your inner child/adopt you". I also started thinking recently about Lucifer AND OR Lilith using these powers to make you dream about 1) being with them in general and more specifically 2) motherhood and i started mentally deep diving for that shit. Like. It could genuinely actually get so fucked up actually. Could you imagine you're just, VULNERABLE with the Queen of Hell and you're drunk and you're crying and you're just, SPILLING EVERYTHING, she's getting your entire life's story, and she's petting your hair as youre way too drunk to realize youre telling her way too much, amd she's just thinking "oh you poor thing, human society sounds absolutely dreadful now" and like. Think of it from a hypothetical fantasy psychology perspective. It's not like Lilith has never been part of modern society, she's been a member of Hell forever and has only been out of contact for 7 years, BUT she also exists from a time predating all of that AND she built Hell with Lucifer, so like, imagine she actually starts forming some um Strong Opinions on how, it sounds like all these complicated modern things are really dragging you down, both as a person and as a free spirit, and comes to a consensus that your life needs to be a little... simpler

I'm serious, I'm talking "Lilith makes you dream about being In The Actual Goddamn Garden Of Eden Itself with her and Lucifer and you're ALL naked". Just completely controlling your dream. You're naked as the day you were born and so are they and you can't control your dream at ALL. Lilith is wanting to like, watch you peacefully frolic around, I'm talking she wants to see you having your Hot Nymph Summer where you're napping in beds of flowers and you're having birds land on your finger and you're gasping at all the pretty flowers and wanting to explore and, experiencing the beauty of being alive without all these messy modern nuances and it's like NO MAAM I DONT WANT TO PICK BERRIES FROM THAT BUSH, YOU CAN SEE M Y BUSH AND I CAN SEE YOURS AND YOUR HUSBANDS---

Alastor is over here thinking he's hot shit, "oh I do so wish we could return to simpler times without all these modern trivial problems!!" MEANWHILE LILITH IS LIKE. ACTUALLY GOING THAT EXTRA MILE. Alastor is like "boo cellphones are bad and women dont dress modestly enough, people these days spend too mych time with technology and not with family" meanwhile in "the garden" a completely naked Lilith is braiding your hair and weaving flowers into it while an also completely naked Lucifer is feeding you berries by hand as they discuss the idea of having a nice fun swim in the lake passed the glade, like you guys really are frolicking and fucking around like a bunch of fairies and it's. It's peaceful and fun but also you miss your cellphone and having underwear 😩 like miss queen of hell can I PLEASE get some boob support--

Moving on, I was thinking of the Fake Garden in of itself, as its own idea, but like in this poly baby raising context, it would be essentially Phase 1 of the plan to normalize their presences to you and make you more comfortable around them and then skipping into Phase 10 of "oh hey by the way you're gonna have a dream about um sleeping with the King and Queen of Hell and it's Totally Not Real and you're Totally Definitely Not Actually Like For Real For Real Legitimately Pregnant Now ;)" like. First off before I get any farther in this post can we just like acknowledge the like HEINOUSNESS of you not knowing everything is "real dreams" and LiliLuci using this to their full advantage to ask and find out anything about you because basically to them, they think you're just being boggled down and negatively influences by modern human society and you're like an onion they have to peel some layers off of first to expose those juicy inner tender bits

Just. Ok. Like. High level fantasy horror concept ok, here we go I'm gonna cook here:

It eventually does move on to you having dreams about living in an actual home with Lucifer and Lilith, sleeping with them in you know, All Those Ways, basically in what you think is some weird imaginary throuple that while you do find yourself enjoying it like actually, you can't wake up from it, and these dreams can feel WAY too long sometimes. You're dreaming of some, "am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly or am I a butterfly dreaming i am a man" shit where you hit the pillow in Hell and Dream You is waking up, seeing your husband and wife get ready for work and you're basically a pampered stay at home spouse. I honestly can't decide what dynamic would be cuter: both of them having jobs, you and Lilith having jobs while Lucifer is the house husband, only Lilith having a job while you and Lucifer do dumb shit at home, or Lucifer being big daddy and bringing home all the money while you and Lilith lounge by the pool and she takes you to the spa and pampers you all day and is sending texts and photos of how cute you are to her husband while he's working

You're probably thinking "wait but weeb this is actually kind of cute, where is the horror" and for starters it just kind of, mentally wears your energy down over time to 'never shut your brain off' and have true rest, like Lilith and Lucifer intentionally 'trade' you being alert in reality to you being more conscious in the dream world, so, you're not as present when you're around ACTUAL people as you are when you're in their little, fucked up pocket dimension.

Then you've got. The baby. You're pregnant ONLY in the dream. You have THE ACTUAL PAINFUL EXPERIENCE of giving birth, BUT THEN you're waking up and you can't hold your child, show them to your friends, have the, SANITY AND COMFORT OF KNOWING YOU ACTUALLY HAVE ONE. You're waking up DEVASTATED. Where's your baby? 🥺 oh right.... They're not... actually real... like it fucks you up psychologically

I just picture, if I were to put it in an order of events. You go from 1. Lilith and Lucifer are just your casual acquaintances, Charlie's parents that you know through her 2. They start getting closer to you as you stay longer at the Hotel 3. Ok we get along and have fun moments and even sing songs and we have fun times with your daughter ^^ 4. Ok you're getting maybe a little comfortable, am I tripping or are you a little too comfortable 5. You're Bush Out in Fake Eden 6. You accidentally slip up and get more cozy with them in reality because Ok Maybe The Stupid Garden Bullshit IS Fun And Maybe A Little Soul Healing 🙄 7. You're getting banged in the Garden 8. Being in reality is awkward now, suddenly you're avoiding them less, so you're dreaming about them more, having them push themselves closer to you in response to you trying to pull away, like even if you're spending entire days outside of the Hotel you can't escape needing to sleep eventually 9. Suddenly you're like, not in Eden, you're in a hospital getting an ultrasound w Lili Luci holding your hands as a doctor tells the three of you you're pregnant and oh no you're actually really happy and excited about it 🥺 10. crushing crushing reality. You're single and not pregnant and you're beating yourself up for these fucked up dreams you're blaming yourself for having, as if they're some self conscious desire and you're kinkshaming yourself for having them 11. Dream You is having your baby, everyone is so happy like it's actually so perfect, even when you're stressed as a first time parent you have so much love and support to keep you strong 12. You wake up and it's nothing but DEPRESSION DEPRESSION DEPRESSION where is my baby and my wife and my husband who love me and I love them DEPRESSION DEPRESSION DEPRESSION 13. Lilith and Lucifer HAVE TO to spill that Hey Our Baby Is Real because you're like going near insane with "grief" like youre like actually wanting to try and end your life or constantly self harming because Where Is MY CHILD 14. You're so fucked up at this point you don't care to ask questions when they hand your Very Much Real Baby to you looking exactly how you remember them from your dreams. You're just happy your baby is real and now you can be with them all of the time and you don't even care that um This Was Such A Fucking Ethically Dubious Conception.

Do you think the other Hotel residents would have a sliding scale of being ok with this. Like you just SHOW UP WITH THIS LITTLE BLONDE BABY IN YOUR ARMS and Lilith and Lucifer are all but glued to you and they're all fucking confused because WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? you barely even spend time with these two, or so they thought??? When were you PREGNANT??? HOW??? I feel like realistically if they aren't all, you know, as Equally Crazy For You, that they would find this extremely manipulative and fucked up MEANWHILE CHARLIE DOESNT CARE and may have been in on it.

Also "something something what if Reader being able to get pregnant also turned out to be like God Himself being like 'hey lucifer lilith here's the deal I'm throwing you a bone right now, ok, this is for you, to keep things chill between us mk' and there are added layers of Oh Shit You Were Created To Be With Them" as if your ass wouldn't have an impossible enough time escaping as is 😭💀

But like... the concept of Reader falling so deep into "grief" that it gets so bad that you're basically not eating or sleeping, Lucirer and Lilith were always gonna tell you but they're forced to do it abruptly because you just breakdown and can't stop crying. Or it's even Charlie disobeying her parents and running up to you with your baby who stops crying the moment they're in your arms

I also just... as a final note..... just as a cute palette cleanser there's one specific idea I keep thinking of... you have your new baby and you're showing it to all your Hotel buddies and you give it to Alastor to hold because your baby was giggling and gurgling at him and you're just, death grip on his shoulder, "alastor please hold my child :) they're excited go meet you, say hi" and while you're like, vaguely threatening him to interact with this baby which he has Extremely Valid Reasons To Find Abhorrent, his deer ears move or twitch, and your baby is just looking up at him with their big eyes, watching those ears twitch, and, poof! Your baby has their first Lucifer/Lilith related shape-shifting incident and suddenly your baby has twitching little red ears and they're looking up at Alastor with these big cute eyes and here you are, "alastor :) aren't you going to praise my baby :) they just had their very first shift and it's for you :) tell them what a good job they did :) you're not trying to make my baby uncomfortable are you :)" and. Ok Maybe this does win Alastor over a bit being the narcissist that he is BUT THE TRUE REWARD is Lucifer scrambling into the room after you call out in excitement, dropping to his knees and all but wailing, "NO, WHY IS MY BABY HAVING THEIR FIRST SHIFT FOR Y O U AND I MISSED IT" and you just have Alastor being an ABSOLUTE SHIT, suddenly oh so cozy with your baby, "well talent recognizes talent! This little one clearly has potential! Why, look at how clearly they ALREADY ADORE THEIR DEAR UNCLE ALASTOR >:)" and from then on you can't leave these two men alone with your baby or they'll be having nonstop contests to "win them over" and prove who the best role model/caretaker is

Ok. Lastly. Lastly lastly lastly. THIS BABY SPECIFICALLY IS RUINING MY LIFE. Look at those STUPID CHUBBY cheeks and those big eyes and how attentive and focused she is like oh my godddddddd if LiliLuci handed one of those to me "this is yours" i would just die like 🥺🥺🥺 man, I'll have to tell you guys later about my idea for "Reader wants to see if Rosie will let them adopt a Hellborn baby and Alastor helps vouch for you and lowkey becomes your husband/the child's second parent" or "Reader finds an abandoned imp baby and all the shenanigans/protective possessive feelings from your yandere/s that follow once you begin your motherhood journey "

#yandere hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #yandere x reader #yandere hellaverse #hh #sinprompts #hhhhrrrrrrrrr I KEEP HAVING ALASTOR THOUGHTS THOUGH

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ladykailitha · 3 months

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Staking My Claim Part 3

Hey, guys! We're back!

Part 1 Part 2

We finally get the lowdown on what happened. Otherwise known as don't mess with Jeff.

Robin freaks out.

And Gareth is loaded. Or at least his parents are. ;)

I'm also going to try tagging the untaggables separate and see if you can't get you lovelies tagged.

@redfreckledwolf, @mira-jadeamethyst, @itsall-taken, @emly03, @rozzieroos

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He hurried over to the phone and called Family Video.

“Hello, thank you for calling Family Video,” the soft female voice said. “How can I help you?”

“Robin!” he cried again. “I’m so sorry!”

“Steve!” Robin shrieked. “Where have you been? Are you okay? You’re not in the hospital or jail are you? What happened?”

“I’m not in jail or the hospital,” he assured her. Eddie huffed out a laugh. He whirled around to stick his tongue out at him. “I’m okay. I’m still in Indy. I just landed at some friendly metalheads’ apartment.”

“Wait...” Robin said. “Those friendly metalheads wouldn’t happen to include one Eddie Munson, would it?”

Steve looked over at said metalhead and turned away to hide his blush. “Maybe,” he mumbled into the phone.

“Hell yeah!” she crowed. “Now tell me what happened now!”

Steve pressed his lips together. “Um...to be honest...I’m not one hundred percent sure I know what happened last night. Like I remember bits and pieces, but it all kinda blurs together.”

Eddie walked over and pointed to the phone. “May I?”

Steve nodded and hand it to him.

“Robin?” Eddie asked. “This is Eddie Munson.”

“Hello, Eddie,” she said coolly. “Would you like to explain why my best friend isn’t, I don’t know, home?”

“I would love you to tell you that story if it’s okay with Steve finding out by me telling you?” Eddie questioned, looking over at Steve.

He shrugged and waved his hand for him to go ahead.

“He’s says it’s fine,” Eddie said.

“Noted,” Robin said. “Now spill.”

So Eddie did. He told her about the sleazeball at the bar who wouldn’t take no for an answer. About his daring rescue of pretending to be his boyfriend.

Steve blushed when he heard Robin go, “Awww,” at that.

Eddie grinned at him. Then he launched into the actual fucking rescue. It turned out that Mr. Persistent bumped into Steve to lace his drink with a drug to knock him out.

Steve’s eyes went wide. “He did what now?”

Eddie hummed. “Yeah...it was this whole thing. Jeff even got to punch the guy in the nose. I think the bartender has a crush on him now.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up. The bartender was a thirty something Asian dude with tattoos and piercings. But he supposed it made sense, considering the bar’s general attitude toward that specific portion of the population.

“At least he’ll get free drinks for life, right?” Robin said with a chuckle.

“That’s certainly one way to look at it,” Eddie agreed. “So yeah, this dude bumps into Steve and suddenly our friend is getting tipsy, fast. And I’ve been at many a rager to ply my wares, there was no way Keg King Steve was drunk after two beers, a margarita, and a half of a Cosmo.” The half a Cosmo was from sharing with Gareth.

Steve blushed. He wasn’t proud of those wild days in high school, but it probably saved his life in this case.

“Yeah...” Robin agreed. “I’ve seen him drink men under the table who were bigger and had been drinking longer.”

Eddie nodded even though she couldn’t seen him, but Steve could.

“Then the asshole comes over and starts flirting with Steve again, trying to draw him away,” he continued. “That’s when we really got that Steve wasn’t acting normal. So Brian steps in and tells asshole to leave him alone. But this guy has gone past persistent and into full creep territory.”

“Eww...” Robin hissed. “How did Jeff get his punch in?”

Eddie chuckled. “That’s honestly the best part, so Brian and Gareth take Steve out to my van and I go and get the bouncer. We come back and asshole is trying to get past Jeff to make his escape. So he takes a swing at Jeffy.”

“Bad idea, I’m guessing?” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Steve tilted his head in interest and Eddie fought down a smile.

“Jeff’s dad is a former boxer who taught him how to fight to make the bullies leave him alone.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and Robin said, “Oooh. Please tell me he laid this asshole out! Please!”

“Dude stiffened like a board and went straight down,” Eddie confirmed. “The only downside is that they couldn’t prove anything, so he just got tossed out, but make no mistake, they’ll make sure spread the word around the other gay bars about this guy.”

“That’s good,” Robin agreed.

Steve wandered back over to his food, safe in the knowledge that he was in safe hands.

Jeff and Brian were at the counter grabbing their breakfast so Steve joined them. Coffee was was doled out by Eddie a few moments later.

Creamer, milk, and sugar were placed next to the coffee pot.

“Robin says not worry about coming into work,” Eddie murmured to Steve. “She said she would tell Keith you have the stomach flu. Which according to her will get you at least three days off.”

“That’s pretty impressive,” Brian said. “I don’t think there is anything I could tell my boss short of being in the hospital that would get me even a couple of hours off.”

Steve laughed. “Keith has a weak stomach. You just mention vomiting and the dude turns green.”

“Handy that,” Eddie said with a smile.

“It’s very handy when you’re out drinking and drink too much,” Steve said with a shrug.

“I’ll say,” Jeff said. “I’m just glad we were there, man.”

Steve blushed. “Yeah, me too.”

He dug into his food and was happy to note that while it didn’t necessarily ease the queasiness in his stomach, it didn’t make him want to throw it all back up, either.

He cleared his plate.

“So this is what’s going to happen, Stevie,” Eddie said as he cleaned up the pans from breakfast, “you are going to stay here until I am sure one hundred percent that you won’t throw up on the three hour journey back to Hawkins.”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn’t. Right now nothing was coming up, but put him in a moving vehicle and he couldn’t say for sure that breakfast wouldn’t come right back up.

He nodded.

“I gave Robin the address so she’ll be stopping by after she gets off work,” Eddie continued. “I recommend that you get so actual rest, she seems like she’s a lot without her worrying about you, I can only imagine what she’s like when she is.”

Steve blushed.

“We’re going to all stay here,” Gareth said. “At least for one more day. I talked to my mom about it and she would rather pay more for utilities this month then worry about Steve getting worse.”

The other boys nodded their agreement, while Steve blinked at him in confusion.

“What now?”

“You do realize I live in Loch Nora, right?” Gareth asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve shook his head. “My parents were very much exclusionists, dude. I only got to hang out with people that they deemed acceptable. Nicole, Carol, Tommy H. If they thought they weren’t in the right trade or held more liberal views, they weren’t worthy to interact with their son.”

Gareth blinked. “Fuck, that must have been lonely.”

He ducked his head and half shrugged.

“Anyway,” Gareth continued into the now deafening silence. “They pay for this apartment in the city for when we play gigs or need a place to crash after a night of drinking.”

Steve frowned. “You’re not eighteen yet, though, right?”

“No,” Gareth said with a laugh. “But my parents trust these guys to keep me safe.”

Steve thought about Dustin and his mom. That despite all the things that Steve had gotten up to in his high school career that she still trusted him to take care of her baby.

“Yeah,” he said fondly. “I can see that.”

Eddie came over to the other side of the counter. “Come on, up you get. You’ll be sleeping in my room.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “How many rooms does this place have?”

“Three,” Jeff said. “Brian shares with Gareth, but Eddie and I get our own rooms.”

“That’s because you’re both sluts,” Brian said rolling his eyes, “and me and Gareth don’t want to be kicked out of our rooms when you bring someone home.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

“I’ll give you the tour when I steer you back to my room,” Eddie promised.

Steve nodded and allowed himself to be lead back through the apartment and back to the bedroom.

Eddie tucked him back in and put a garbage can next to the bed. “I’ll be out in the front room, holler if you need me.”

Steve nodded and let himself drift off to sleep.

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Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Yeah, I'm sorry, I doubt even a middle class family would buy their very young son (if we hold to the belief that Gareth is OG drummer and was in the talent show with Eddie and Chrissy, putting Eddie in 8th grade, Chrissy in 6th, that would make Gareth in 5th grade) a drum kit.

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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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Can you pleaseeeee write a fanfic top male reader x jake sully, i've been dying for someone to do it👾

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. i'm actually glad you didn't give me a specific idea since i've been thinking of one myself lol

content. not proofread, time skips, pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)

“..grace?”

was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.

he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.

you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.

“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.

and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.

“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.

shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.

so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.

you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.

and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.

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as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.

“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.

“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.

it was terrifying to think about.

yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.

he had been at hometree, he was chosen.

“..holy shit.”

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after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.

he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.

the tree of voices, he called it.

you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.

no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.

he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.

quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.

a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.

he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.

though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.

“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”

that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.

“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”

an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.

“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.

as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.

“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”

he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.

it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.

“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”

you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.

“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.

the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.

you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.

“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.

“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.

“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.

though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”

he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.

your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.

it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.

“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.

whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.

instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.

“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.

you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.

you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.

before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.

but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.

your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.

after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.

saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.

“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.

once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.

with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.

“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”

you’re such an asshole.

“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.

once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.

a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.

he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.

thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.

while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.

at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.

your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.

“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.

surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.

you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.

pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.

it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.

tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.

and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.

eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.

he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.

“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.

there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.

you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.

how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.

you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.

he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.

the head had entered him, and jake couldn’t be happier feeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.

within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.

you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.

now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.

your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.

you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.

it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.

“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.

he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.

luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”

he thought the question was stupid.

“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?

soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.

you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.

though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.

it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.

he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”

and with a hoarse voice, he’d reply, “i see you.”

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unoriginal-and-dumb · 22 days

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Decided to redraw my first oc (ON AGGIE BECAUSE ALL I FUCKING DO IS DRAW ONAGGIE APPARENTLY)

It’s name is Suit-009 😁🥳

If you are curious I will quickly explain its lore and uh that’s it yah. (I don’t rlly post my ocs like ever but I dunno hour long drive got me being thoughtful as usual)

Before everything I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS 14 THIS PREDATES AMONG US AND LETHAL COMPANY DO NOT SAY THAT IM RIPPING IT FROM THOSE I DID IT FIRSSTTT

Humanity is on its last limb, the earth is practically an unlivable husk especially due to immense overpopulation

So basically, there is a group of 9 scientists tasked with finding a habitable place that human can colonize or a place that can be harvested for resources

The team lands on an alien planet and begin research. They are all scientists and all are capable of running and surviving on a spacecraft or in a hostile environment, so that’s not particularly a worry.

The ninth crew member, suit numbered 009, was recruited specifically for his scientific studies, yea they are all scientists but he’s like THE scientist. The guy that’s goes hmm yes nod nod URETHRA! All that.

Anyway they find some crystal fragments and decide to do some extensive research on it due to energy signals coming from it. Having something that creates energy like said crystals would be extremely useful if they could replicate it in some form

009 goes and studies it yea yea whatever. Idc. But like it starts taking awhile and the crew leader 001 (she does have a name it’s Hailey but I dunno abt anyone else I WAS 14.) anyway she goes and is like hey buddy how pal pick up the pace you’re taking long as hell

And he’s like SIR YES SIR, but it’s been a while now and he’s kinda being freaky deaky. None of the other crew realy took notice of him kinda acting tweaked out since they were never really close beyond coworkers unfortunately

But UH OH! The crystals actually have some dumb shit that like attracts things/people to like investigate it (the energy thing) but what it actually does is kinda cause people constantly around it to be like overly obsessed with it and also kinda become stupid

So the thing with the crystals is that if it somehow gets into your blood stream it starts forming more crystals as like a way to grow. They aren’t particular just an inanimate object, it has a goal to grow and it can’t just grow from nothing sooo

Anyway 009 is like tweaked out because it’s actually just a suit with a corpse and crystals piloting it

Eventually Hailey realizes this but I mean it’s not gonna go out without a fight

So suit-009 grabs a fire axe and axes down the entire crew, once it’s finished it just folds over, using the surrounding and remaining biomass to consume and grow yaaaay

Oh just some thing I thought was neat, if you were to pop off the hazmat mask the head would be absent and replaced with a horrible mass of bloody crystals isn’t that exciting

That’s pretty much it yea. Hey by the way did you know I love Dead Space 2, Don’t Escape 3, The Thing, and Alien? Haha yea anyway I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE THE HORRORS OF SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE SO MUCH SPAAAAAAAACEEEEEEE WOOOOO YEA SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!)!)

#actually nvm tags are only worth fandom stuff 🗣️

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pxgeturner · 27 days

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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

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r0semultiverse · 1 month

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Mr. 6 made you do a good show to be released?? 👀 um....

This is already giving serious eye vibes.

A whole show dedicated to public humiliation?

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The Mr. Bonzo suit started moving??? 👀 Serious stranger vibes. 🤡

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"It actually became a sort of ritual"

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I've seen people being like "don't cross tag" but buddy... the writing cross tags itself here I mean c'mon! 😂 Something something ritual of the stranger- okay, I'll keep listening!

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Hey, what's with the music?? Hey, who is Terrance Menki???👀

"The police said there were eleven bodies in total and his wardrobe was full of all sorts of homemade costumes." BRO IS ACTUALLY MAGNUSPOD WILLIAM AFTON-

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"It certainly had a profound effect on the Mr. Bonzo brand." Oh I'm sure it did, holy fucking shit. 👀

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Oh, me using this image is rather ironic now.

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"In a lot of ways I’m more his prisoner now than I ever was on my show." WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? 👀

"The witness statements from three murders over the last five years that claim a person in a Mr. Bonzo costume was at the scene? Do you think there could be a copycat?" Has the fear of clowns manifested as an actual clown-guything?

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"Don’t contact us again." "Us?" "Why am I still trapped dealing with all this this- Why won’t he let me go?! Why-" So Mr. Bonzo is absolutely a clown cryptid of sorts with some sort of hold over Nigel.

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Oh no, Gwen's about to fuck around & find out, isn't she? 👀

Hey, is Colin still himself & is he supposed to be back?

Hmm, okay, I guess that's him (hopefully).

"Maybe don’t tell them I’ve been on their terminals. They’ll only get the wrong idea." "If Lena asks, I wasn’t here." Seems like everyone's got their own little secret investigations going on, fun! This can only go well! 🙃

One of the episodes absolutely no one shows up to work except Lena is there & is like "where the fuck did everyone go?"

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"Time to get some new hires again I guess."

Let's go!! Ruin exploration gang!!

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"Like, it’s Saturday night and I’m choosing to hang out in a hole with you. A wet hole. And not the good kind either."

Alice with the absolute best quotes. lmao

That sounds like something with giant wings like a bat or some sort of cloth flapping in the wind. Let's hope it's the latter!

Oh a rusty old filing cabinet! Wait tetanus- 😭

"That carved floor in the big atrium – I don’t know what’s going on with that." Ah so we're just gonna breeze past that then. 😶

These are probably the remnants of old avatar creation test areas like mentioned in the Gerry & Gertrude episode. I'm just assuming here.

A key? Big find! Let's go!

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AS I WAS SAYING-

Gwen, it was nice knowing you. 🫡

"Now get out of his house."

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Archivist! 👁👄👁

"symbols of ancient otherworldly power"

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Wait could this be a timeline where this universe's Jane Prentiss actually did manage to invade the building & succeed? I'm thinking out loud.

21:10 that sounds like critters, insects specifically 👀

"I have memories of weird stuff I saw here, but no context. I want to know what was happening, why they chose us… why they didn’t choose me. Maybe find the bit where everything started to go wrong." I am so captivated & intrigued please recount said memories to us- I mean Alice so we can learn more. Please. 👀

EXCUSE ME, WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? WHO IS "[ERROR]?"

WHY DO THEY SOUND DISTORTED AS FUCK?? ARE THEY FROM THE PRIME TIMELINE OR IS THIS A NEW THING?

ARE WE GAZING OUR EYES UPON A WRETCHED THING FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES?!

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Is Lucia Wright an avatar of The Flesh now (in this universe or from the original timeline somehow)? Because it sure fucking sounds like it! 👀 Well, at least that key was put to good use! 😂

Also, supposedly Mr. Bonzo is a reference to Mr. Blobby.

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Gwen, I'd be quaking in my boots too. That thing is terrifying!

Late observation but this universe & story seems to focus a lot on the cryptids & I like the direction it's going in! Loving this plot of cryptid hunters, childhood avatar experiments, a strange institute where our main character has past trauma, & just all of it is so good! 💜

Amazing episode, 10/10, I was at the edge of my seat the entire time! 💜 That Bonzo scene & the sound design were absolutely horrifying, thank you! The ending too! 🔥

#nigel dickerson if you need help from mr. bonzo or mr. six please blink twice omg #what if bonzo & six are actually the same creature or entity of sorts?#someone keep an eye on Colin; I'm worried about him #that carved floor in the big atrium is gonna come back into importance I just know it #so Lena uses mr. bonzo as a hitman crytpid of sorts... & now Gwen is exposed to the occult #this episode is a lot... holy crap #these episode do not miss; oh my gods; hit after hit; every time!#worm tracks made me think of jane prentiss; I just made the connection #did lucia wright become an avatar of the flesh & invade this world or is she a left over experiment of the magnus institute #I can only hope Gwen Bouchard will tell the others about wtf she saw (likely against Lena's wishes)#tmagp liveblog #mine #op #tmagp 10 #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tma spoilers #tma #the magnus protocol #the magnus archives

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siddhigirls · 2 months

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she belongs to the city

pairing: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x stripper!reader

warnings: stalking, mentions of sex

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rafe

she reminds me of the city. the pretty cn tower behind her lucious body, flowers in her hand as well as some losers hand in the other, who the fuck was he anyway? he probably met her at club zanzibar, doesn’t know shit bout her other than the her body under her clothes. i felt like the biggest creep watching her laugh at his jokes as he takes occasional glances at her tits bouncing lightly. i fixed my cap as i followed behind, watching his hand leave her hand and go to her lower back, whispering little nothings in her ear that caused her to grin from ear to ear.

i hate the fact that she gave me one lap dance and we shared a moment together, god she let me do a line on her tit, i’m just turned on thinking about her. i’ll see her tonight. she will be mine.

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you let the music take over your body as you see grown sweaty older men throw money at you, you picked up the money and made your way back behind the stage. your manager came up to you his thick moustache being too distracting from telling you important information sometimes. “hey some guy asked for you specifically saturn so be a doll and go to him, remember you’re my best client” your manager said as he eyes your body up and down, making his hand down to his pants, fixing his boner. you made your way out with the dimmed pink light fixture on the ceilings, spilt drinks on the ground, blunt roaches all over the ground, you looked around the room looking at a very familiar face, his hat covering his face, brought his hand up indicating you to come over.

“so when can i take you out honeys’” his sweet deep voice rung in your ears, you bit your lip smearing your mac lip liner underneath your lips, “baby you can’t take me on a date, now would you like a private dance or..?” you said climbing on his lap, his musky cologne filling your nose as you straddle him, holding the back of his neck”

“1000. just for one night.”

“what—“

“okay 2500, baby i can go higher.”

“no— i don’t think you get it.”

“5000.” he said sternly, “you can spend the night, you can even quit this job let me just show you one night baby— give me one fucking night” he begged, knowing he had a raging boner.

“i’ll fake a stomach ache..” you said, making your way to your managers office.

“y/n we need you. please.” your manager pleaded “i feel like im gonna puke” you lied, fake gagging. “okayokayokay! go pack your things and leave.” he said, you left in a hurry. you saw him look at you, made a swift head movement towards the door.

your number one rule as a stripper is that you cannot catch feelings for clients.

“you know you can’t pay me to have sex with you” you said getting his range rover, the musky scent of his cologne hitting your nose once again, he took off his hat showing his buzzcut, “i know that’s why i won’t have sex with you for money, but doesn’t mean i won’t fuck you at all..” his sentence making you feel cold, turning his car on, making his way to yonge and dundas.

the dark r&b playing through his speakers low enough so you can hear your own heart pounding out your chest. “so.. what’s your name” he says breaking the silence, “saturn.” you answered, another rule, do not tell your real name to clients, ever. your friend did the mistake of telling her name to a client and he stalked her and wouldn’t leave her alone till she got a restraining order filed against him.

“bullshit, y/n.”

your heart was in your throat, what the actual fuck were you doing. “h-how do you know that..” you stuttered, “i know everything sweetheart.” he says scarily enough, this frat boy lookin’ dude is actually a fucking stalker. you pulled your phone out your pocket slowly but surely to send your friend a text, “i wouldn’t do that’s if i were you.” he said chuckling. you put your phone back in defeat. “by the way it’s rafe honey” he smiled

the car ride felt long, he finally parked outside his airbnb which isn’t too far from kensington market. he got out the car and ran to your side, opening the door for you. “i could’ve done that myself, rafe.” the way you said his name made him go insane.

“you deserve it baby” he says. he opened the door to his airbnb as well, you walked in watching the beautiful chandelier hanging over the conversation pit near by the huge kitchen, the brown wooden stairs leading up to the second floor. “so, i’m sure you’re wondering why i know almost everything about you, i’ll tell you, once you give me your phone.” he says while sweat trickles down his forehead, the heat exhausting him and you. you were scared, but you obeyed. “good girl baby i’m so proud of you” he says rubbing the back of your head, taking your cherry scented perfume.

“no one will ever care for you like i do..”

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #obx fancfiction #dark rafe x reader #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fan fiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey fanfiction

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frenziedslashers · 11 months

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hey! I know your hyper fixated on TWD, but would you (if you feel up to it ofc) write a lil something for Stu macher?

Specifically, please uh- Stu macher with a Fem!S/o who just reaaaallly loves his voice, and his dirty comments? Like, his dirty talk? She loves it-

I really like your content, and imo, there’s just not enough stuff for my favorite boi, Stu :(

Ofc. I understand if you don’t feel like writing it, so, I hope you have a great day/night!

Dirty Phone Calls;;

A/N: I am literally in love with Stu. You came to the right place, anon 🫶 Sorry if this isn't the best either. I am fighting sleep and my anxiety is high due to a thunder storm going on rn. I also did not proofread this, so good luck lmao

Warnings: Dirty talk, Stu is a flirt, phone sex, masturbation, Stu is a whoreTM

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Stu had no idea that you would be this dirty. When he first met you he saw someone who he could corrupt. A white lamb that he could cover in blood and dye the fur for good. Yet truly, you were only a little white lamb in disguise. Shy when he first met you. Yet, open and absolutely devious when he actually had you for himself.

He wouldn't have it any other way, either.

"What are you wearing tonight, baby?" He asked, causing you to smile and roll your eyes. "Stu!" You squealed, making the man laugh into the phone. "Oh come on, I know you like it when I ask you that." He wasn't completely wrong. You loved it when he asked you anything remotely dirty. "You like it when I talk to you all nasty, don't you?" He teased, but you ignored it. A little too embarrassed to do so.

"I'm wearing a shirt, some pants..." "Boo-ring" He howled into the phone. Flopping onto his back on his bed. "What if we played a game? Guess a number between one and ten and if you guess wrong you have to take that shirt off and tell me what you're wearing then?" He cooed, a sly smile resting on his face. You knew from the start that he wasn't going to play fair.

"What if I just told you what was underneath my clothes?" He hummed at your offer. Tapping his chin with a soft sigh. "That's not as fun, now guess a number." It was your turn to hum. Lying on your stomach on your bed. Tapping the side of your head while you pondered. "Three?" you questioned, and he made the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong! It was five. Now, strip and tell!"

You kept your end of the deal. Placing the phone beside you while you pulled your shirt over your head. Lying back down while pulling your phone to your ear. "I'm wearing your favorite bra, how's that?" You asked him, "The red one?" You hummed in agreement at his question. "Fuck, you know I love it when you wear that. My pretty thing, all laid out for me." He sighed, and you shifted your thighs together. Biting your lips at his words.

"You like it when I talk about you like that? What if I told you what I'm thinking? About how I wanna have you underneath me. Pressing your face into the bed while I fuck you good and hard," He rambled, basically telling you everything that came to his scattered mind. If it was said from anyone else you would have cringed and hung up, but something about Stu saying it only turned you on more.

"You want me to keep going?" He asked, rolling onto his back so he could begin palming himself through his jeans. A groan leaving his throat which caused your 'yes' to come out a little more breathy than you intended.

"God, you're so hot. Especially when you sound like that, baby," he sighed. "If you were here with me I'd show you how big of a slut you are. I know you are, you act like you aren't, but you are. Only for me, and I love it. You're always so loud, God, neither of us can ever shut up when I fuck you," he mewled. Reaching down his pants while you snaked your hand down your own.

"Tell me, you like it when I fuck you hard?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself with a soft moan. "Answer me," His voice was a little more stern than before. "Yes, I do, I love it, Stu," you stammered, and he laughed into the phone. "God, you're so perfect," he purred.

"I'd tie you up if you were here. Put your hands behind your back like I did last time. Use you like the doll you are," he teased. You knew he wouldn't actually use you, and so did he. He loved you too much, even if he hadn't told you that quite yet.

"Fuck you 'til the only thing you could do is cry," this time you moaned into the phone. Your fingers brushing over your clit while he continued his rant.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, stroking himself a little faster than before. His breath coming out ragged through the phone. "Are you touching yourself, too?" He asked again, and you nodded. Realizing after a moment that he couldn't see you. "Fuck- Yes, yeah. Are you?" You asked, and he chuckled. "Of course I am," it was a bit of a silly question. Stu had to be the horniest guy you had ever met. Any chance he had to get off he'd take it. Especially if it involved you.

"What if you hurt me?" you asked, rubbing yourself a little faster at the thought. "With the rope?" He asked, and you chuckled. "No, I mean like... Hurt me. On purpose?" Your voice grew softer as you asked the question. "Like hitting you? Are you into that, baby?" He asked, and you let out a small "mhm" of agreement. "Shit, this might be how I crack open all your kinks from now on, kitten," you rolled your eyes at the nickname he gave you. His words were quick to distract you again. Pulling you back into your fantasy realm.

"God, the things I could do to you," Stu shut his eyes while he thought. "I could fuck you rougher than I already do. Leave your thighs black and blue," He purred. "Bring a knife into it, cut that pretty skin of yours," he tittered. The thought of him marking you with a knife oddly enough did it for you. A moan bleeding through the phone that had his hips jerking.

"Shit, I need you so bad," he whimpered, "I need you too, Stu," you cried back. Both of your hands moving quicker than before. "Cum for me," he breathed, and that was it for you. Your body convulsing while you curled in on yourself. The spring snapping within you while you moaned and cried into the phone. Stu doing the same shortly after. Calling your name out while he did so.

The both of you laid in your separate beds. Phones still up to your ears while you came down from your highs. Finally able to focus on each others breathing again. "Holy shit," you breathed out, and he chuckled. "I'm coming over and rocking your boat tonight, baby," he growled, and you snickered. "Better hurry before I fall asleep," you responded, hearing him move around on the other end. "I'm on my way now, did you really wanna try the knife thing?" He asked, waiting as you thought over the question. "Well, sure, maybe..." You stammered, a little worried about the idea. "I won't cut ya tonight, baby. Gotta save that for later down the line," He teased. "Keep your door unlocked, I'll see you soon." "No promises," you sighed. Listening as he laughed on the other end before the call itself ended.

Goddamn Stu Macher and his voice.

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #slasher x reader #slasher fucker #minors dni #notsfw

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jaeminri · 1 year

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21:22 ✿ lee haechan ⁝ 0.6k words

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with the way donghyuck is staring at you, mark thinks he might be boring holes into the side of your head, or more specifically, lee jeno's head.

“dude, you stare any harder and your eyes are going to pop out.” mark comments, leaning forward to rest his arms on the lunch table. donghyuck doesn't even respond, only glaring at the sight of you and jeno.

“why not just ask her out already?”

the sentence catches his attention immediately, as he snaps his head so quick, the canadian boy thinks he might break his neck.

“ask her out? why would i do that? she's annoying.” donghyuck huffs, looking at mark then back at you ever so often. at that moment, your laughter rings from your table as you tilt your head back and hit on jeno's shoulder lightly. what did he even say that was so funny? isn't jeno like the most unfunny person ever?

“please, you've been glaring at them since the moment they walked in the cafeteria.” mark snickers. as if offended, donghyuck says, “i'm just worried for him. what if,” he leans toward the older boy — who in turn leans forward — and whispers dramatically, “what if he gets her stupidity? it's contagious, you know?” mark actually wants to shoot himself in the head right now. how could some one as intelligent and sharp as donghyuck (he can't believe he's saying that), be so fucking oblivious and dumb?

groaning in annoyance, mark smacks the back of donghyuck's head. “i don't know why i even try.” he comments.

“i need to get to class. you can have fun doing whatever your dumbass is doing.” then before he can even reply, mark is already up and out of the cafeteria, leaving donghyuck alone at the table.

with no hesitation, the latter's eyes immediately snap toward you and again, you're giggling your butt off with jeno. there was no way he was that funny, honestly speaking.

donghyuck just stares and stares and stares. he contemplates going up to you and just pull you out of jeno's presence, but he just...can't. what right did he have? and why would he do that anyway? it's not like he liked you or whatever of that sort.

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you cannot help the laughter that bubbles out of your throat as jeno tells the story of how his cat actually took a shit on his homework. it's so stupid yet somehow the tears of laughter won't stop falling.

“why are you laughing? it's not funny! mr. kim won't stop nagging me to print my own copy!” he whines, resting his against his palm with his elbow on the table. you wipe at your eyes, “sorry, it's just hilarious because such a thing actually happened.”

“yeah! and i already feel miserable enough and you're here laughing!”

“okay, okay i'll stop.”

there is a moment of silence between the both of you for awhile, until jeno suddenly speaks up again.

“hey, do you know that dude over there?” when you look at him, he's eyeing someone behind you and pointing with his chin. you follow his gaze and immediately, your eyes meet lee donghyuck.

“oh,” you frown, “you mean donghyuck?”

“you know him?”

the thought of said male makes you annoyed, as you nod sourly, “yeah, i guess...”

“you guess?” you suppose you did know him but in the most hateful way ever. you nod, as jeno hums, scratching his chin. “i think he likes you. he's been glaring at me since i've started talking to you.” his words make you snort and knock his forehead, “don't make me laugh. he hates me so much, he'd rather fail his final exam than work on a project with me.” you gaze back at donghyuck who still glares at you.

yeah, definitely hates me.

“just ignore him, jen. probably thinking of ways to murder me or something.”

oh, only if you knew.

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© JAEMINRI, 2023

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