#and why am i only just seeing how much they look like pumpkin heads

[singingkestrel]

Horizon Forbidden West machines 32/?

More evil battle tortoises.

Seriously, how do they hurl themselves through the air like that?!

#and why am i only just seeing how much they look like pumpkin heads #hfw #horizon forbidden west #hfw photomode #virtual photography #hfw machines #shellsnapper #singingkescam

[empress-simps]

Line That Leads To You

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isn’t all that bad— that he too, will have his happily ever after.

Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!

You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.

The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The world— the one who’s responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. It’s a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.

Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesn’t really end with a happily-ever-after.

“I’m telling you, Prongs. It’s just a bunch of crap.” Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.

“It isn’t always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.” James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. “Just look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.” Sirius can’t help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.

“That’s because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.” James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)

“That’s what soulmates are, Pads. You’re supposed to complete each other, balance the other person out” He pursed his lips and sighed, there’s no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.

Complete each other, huh?

Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesn’t really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.

Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, it’s foreign feeling for the Black’s eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.

That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.

Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.

He saw how Regulus flinched, no one should’ve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who should’ve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.

“You should eat more, Reggie.” You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. “I am quite full.” You raised a brow “None sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or I’ll tell Evan and Junior.”

“Do you know that you boss people around quite well?” He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. “I was told.” Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.

Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You don’t particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.

You’ve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.

“Reggie! Reggie!”

You exclaimed, slapping the poor boy’s arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. “I’m reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. It’ll do you some good.” He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. “My soulmate! They tugged the string!” You gushed, “They must be looking for me too, right?” You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.

Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?

You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.

You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.

Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brother’s indifference, Regulus’s gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?

The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.

It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.

Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.

“My brother is foolish. Eat.” He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. “Alright, Reggie. You’re lucky I love you.” You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. You’re the only exception.

“Padfoot.” Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.

“What, Moons?”

“If I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you… look for them?” Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless… They’re also in Hogwarts?

“Don’t start with that crap, Moony.” Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.

“Don’t you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?” Remus frowned.

Sirius’s scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. “Guilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?” His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. “I won’t be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.”

Remus’s expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. “It’s not about being chained, Pads. It’s about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.” He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. “You’ve seen what happens when that bond is severed. You’ve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate who’s probably hurting somewhere?”

Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t plan on severing our bond, Moons- “

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He can’t deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that he’s scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orion’s did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized he’s becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of finding her… Scared of repeating the same mistakes.” He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remus’s. “But you’re right. I can’t keep running from this. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to me.”

James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. “I’ll do it. I’ll find her,” he declared, his voice steady. “I owe it to both of us to at least try.”

“That’s our Padfoot.” Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.

The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.

Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. “Y/n?” The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.

Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: ‘If you hurt her, you’ll never see the light of day ever again.’

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. “Found her, Pads?”

“Yeah. Found her, Moony.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. “Go on, before you lose your nerve.”

Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulus’s protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.

“Y/n,” he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.

You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. “I was wondering when you’d come around,” you teared up, making Sirius’ heart ache.

Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. “Let’s talk, yeah?”

And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.

Sirius’s and Y/n’s story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #soulmate au #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter #angst with a happy ending #sirius orion black #regulus black

[princessbiteme0o0]

Just Friends, Hmm?

SMUT, SMUT, SMUT

So in other worDS MINORS D.N.I. 🔪

(Thank you @littleskeletonprincessss for the pic :) )

This is pure filth…

💫Beware💫

Description: Welcome to, I’m bored and my mind likes to run wild (a dream that I had last night). Schlatt makes my heart do the buhbump type o’ flutter (his dumbass makes me melt) so I hope you enjoy this as much as my brain enjoyed the dream.

Warnings: AHEM. SMUT… very VERY detailed smut ;)) Slight (fem pronouns, some adjectives) descriptors used, kinda Daddy kink? It’s only used a few times sooooo- but it’s HEAVILY implied.

Other than that, I’m sick and easily irritable, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Otherwise, hope you enjoy. (I don’t think it needs trigger warnings ((just Jay being rough)), but if you disagree lmk). Love y’all ❤️

(Updated A/N): RAAAAHHHH I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG- I’ve had a very rough last few days.

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Schlatt should’ve known better than to cave when Ted asked for him to bring her onto the podcast. She was a fellow streamer and they hadn’t decided whether their relationship was anything real or if it was just ‘for funsies’, as she put it.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he watched her image through discord as she answered questions here and there for Ted, while he just leaned back in his chair and his eye twitched.

“So, (Y/N)… Anyone special in your life?” Ted asks, a small smirk on his lips as his eyes flashed to Schlatt’s- Ted had his suspicions, but no substantial evidence to his assumptions.

“No, not really.” She hums softly, taking a sip from her energy drink- He could use that.

“Where’s the gamer supps, (Y/N)?” His tone was stern and it made her eyes do a little flutter- that Ted definitely didn’t miss.

“Did you check up your ass and to the left?” She is quick to quip back, despite her little tumble.

“No, but would you like me to check yours?” He has an eyebrow raised in subtle warning and Ted is all grins as a warm blush raises on her cheeks.

“In your dreams, pube-cheeks.” She hisses out, glaring through the camera.

“Wanna repeat that, sweetheart?”

“Am I missing something?” Ted interjects, but she quickly composed herself and she shook her head, while Schlatt recovered from his fuming at her comment.

“Not a thing, Teddy.” She hummed, batting her eyelashes at him. The subtle flirtatious gesture did nothing but stoke the fire set on Schlatt’s ass.

“Mmh, that right, Honey?” If she was at his house right now, he’d bend her over his desk, finger fuck her until she couldn’t see straight and make her beg for him to stop. A brief silence on her end and her eyes becoming hazy for a moment was a sign that she was slipping back into submission, just at the way he spoke.

“Th-that’s right.” She tried to confidently huff out, but her voice came out shaky as she stuttered on her words. The interaction went forgotten between Ted and Tucker, but Schlatt couldn’t help but smirk each time he noticed her looking at him and adjusting herself in her seat. Once the recording for the podcast was over, Schlatt gripped his phone firmly in his hand and dialed her number.

“Jay…” Her voice whined as she answered. He let out a soft ‘tsk’, clicking his tongue before replying.

“Now, now… Is that any way to answer the phone, Toots?” He teased, making a soft whimper sound through the speaker of his phone. Chuckling softly, he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m sorry…” She mumbles softly.

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me just how sorry you are, Pumpkin?” He hums warmly, the grumble in his voice making her rub her thighs together and let out a shaky breath.

“Yes Sir…”

-

She doesn’t remember much of the drive to his house (obviously not, with so many distractions on her mind). Somehow, she became coherent enough to realize she was sitting in her car, staring at his house. Her heart raced in her chest, as it always did when he was involved. For the first time in a long, long time, someone made her feel special; made her want to dance in the rain, made her want to lay on a blanket and stare up at the stars. He made her want to do all of the stupid, cute shit you see in the cheesy romantic movies. He also made her melt, whether that be between her legs or her heart sat comfortably in her chest- she wanted to give him the world even though he already had it.

When she finally summoned the courage, she stepped out of her car and made her way towards his front door. Before she could even knock, the door is swung open and she’s pulled inside. The door is quickly slammed shut and she’s shoved against the wall, both hands pinned up by his right hand and his left hand resting comfortably around her throat. Her eyes closed and a smile spread across her lips at the feeling of his fingers pressed up against her soft skin.

“I don’t know what you’re smiling for, Toots.” He whispers in her ear, his mutton chops brushing against her cheek. “I never said I’d let you cum.”

“But, Jay…” She whines making him chuckle. Every sound she made and every expression that crossed her pretty little face made him fall more and more in love with her. He struggled to keep his composure for a moment, but then he lets out a soft tut.

“You made your bed, Honey… Now I’m gonna fuck you in mine.” He growls lowly, moving to quickly throw her over his shoulder. She lets out a soft squeal as he does this and she smacks his ass repeatedly as he walked towards his bedroom. She was giggling wildly as he trekked his way up the stairs and he felt his heart melt at the sound. He delivered a solid spank to her rear and she let out a soft sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan. Throwing her down on his bed, he crawled slowly and menacingly over her, his fingertips ghosting up the inside of her thighs.

“Not seeing anyone, hmm?” He asked, eyes glancing up at her as he leaned down to kiss her belly over her shirt.

“I- I’m-“ She stuttered out nervously, body trembling with every touch from him.

“What was that?” He played dumb, fingers moving further upwards and sneaking below her skirt.

“Jay I-“ She’s quickly cut off by a lewd whine when he presses his thumb firmly against her clit through her panties.

“Finish your sentence, Doll.” He hummed the demand as if it were the most simple thing to do in the world.

“P-please Jay…” She whines, hands reaching down to rush him, but the reply he growled made her retract her hands.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Yes Sir…” She mumbles and he slaps the inside of her thigh, making her repeat it more firmly to show that she understood. He pushed aside her panties and with a feather-lite touch, his fingers passed over her and he closed his eyes at the warmth while her juices already soaked his fingers. Her thighs subconsciously tried to close and as a result, he buried his teeth into her skin. She whined and thrashed beneath him as he sucked a warm, wet hickey on her inner thigh.

“You don’t seem to have such a problem with my pube-cheeks when they’re rubbing between your thighs.” He grumbled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her sensitive bud, making her mewl his name.

“Jay!” Her voice whined out, making a chuckle reverberate through his chest and the air rolled vibrations across her warm, pulsating center.

“Maybe I should call Teddy and let him hear who really makes you feel good.” He growled softly, biting the inside of her thigh.

“N-no!” She squeaked out, hands fisting into the sheets as he sucked a dark purple mark on her soft, pale skin.

“Why not? You thought it was so appropriate to flirt with him right in front of me. What? You tryin’ to make me jealous, Toots?” He hummed, eyes peering up at her. As soon as his eyes met hers from his place settled between her legs, she looked away in an attempt to hide her growing blush.

“No!” She snapped, but he could practically hear the deception in her tone.

“Surely you know better than to lie to me by now, Angel.” He spoke lowly, a growl settling in the back of his throat while he spoke. Her legs quaked and the blush on her face creeped down her neck as she slowly became more and more embarrassed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She huffed, a frown set across her lips. While she wasn’t looking, Schlatt used this opportunity to press his middle finger and his ring finger inside of her. Her facial expression twitched, but she tried to hold her guard.

“C’mon, Pumpkin… You can tell me.” He cooed, trying to coax the truth out of her by curling his fingers upwards, making her body jolt with a rush of pleasure that made her blood run hot and her heart rate jump.

“Jay… Please…” She begged softly, her legs twitching on either side of him as he continued to work his fingers.

“You make it hard to focus when you beg with such a pretty voice.” He hums, tongue flashing out to run across her pretty little flower while he worked his fingers.

“Nnhhg J-ay!” She mewled, her legs closing around his head.

“Mmh look at you, my pretty little angel… I bet Ted would just love to see your face.” The sound that came from the back of his throat when she tightened around him at the thought would’ve struck fear into the depths of her soul if it wasn’t for the amount of pure bliss coursing through her every cell. “Oh, so you like that idea, hmm? Like letting your dear, sweet Teddy know who you really belong to?” He hissed, biting down on her clit and ripping a scream from the back of her throat.

“Schlatt! Pl-please!” She had tears running down her cheeks by now as she thrashed under his hold. He was quick to wrap one of his arms under her thighs and yank her closer to him so his face is pressed so deeply into her that she couldn’t possibly escape.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled as he pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue.

“You, Jay! I’m all- yours!” She hiccuped out, choking on her tears.

“Louder.” He grunted into her, the vibration of his words making her legs shake and clench around his head, squeezing his cheeks.

“I belong to you…” She whispered, barely able to breathe with the sheer pleasure making her body stutter and attempt to silence her, but Schlatt would have none of that so he sucked her throbbing bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he sucked. “Daddy!”

That one word made him stop for a moment. He lifted his head just enough to stare seemingly through her soul. “What was that, Toots?” His voice was just a touch above a whisper and he held back a smirk, just staring at her. Whimpering, she shook her head as her cheeks grew an inflamed shade of red.

“N-nothing Jay.” She mumbles out, unable to make eye contact with him. He gave her absolutely soaked pussy a light slap in correction.

“None of that…” He grumbled as she whined and mewled in embarrassed pleasure beneath him. “Say it again.”

“No…” She whispered softly, rapidly shaking her head in vibrant insecurity. Growling, Jay lowered his head between her legs again in an attempt to hear the word tumble from her lips again. When he slipped his fingers into her, angling them upwards and started sucking on her clit again, her hips bucked up and pretty whines fell from her lips once more. “Please, please, oh god, please Jay, please! Please, Daddy!” She cried out and Schlatt was absolutely delighted with the arch of her back and the sound of her voice.

“That’s it… Good girl, good fucking girl.” He hummed into her and in a second her hands were buried in his hair as she twitched over and over again.

“More- I need- Nnghh-“ She choked out, tugging on his hair. Schlatt pulled away for a moment and leaned his head on her thigh, looking up at her with a dopey grin.

“What is it, Pumpkin? Tell me what you need.” He cooed, placing gentle kisses along her thigh. His sudden turn to gentle behavior made her heart melt and her composure break.

“Need you, Daddy. Need it so bad.” She whines out softly, her voice broken and desperate.

“Aww, is that right? Baby doll needs her Daddy’s cock? Hmm? Is that it?” He asked while gently massaging her hips with his hands and placing warm, wet kisses across her abdomen.

“Need your cum… Please, Jay… Please?” Her request made him grind his hips against the bed. A deep rooted groan leaves him and he completely abandoned her aching cunt. Her words, her voice, her desperation, sent him into a state of pure adrenaline driven lust. Sitting back on his heels, he shoved his joggers down, making his cock bob free. He gripped her hips and yanked her towards him, curling her legs up over his shoulders and laying his body against hers. Sliding his cock deep into her, a squeak of surprised pleasure leaves her and his body twitched, letting out a sigh of relief.

“You want me to make you a mommy? Hmm? Want me to fuck a baby into you so I can see you all round and gorgeous?” She couldn’t do anything but mewl for him with the position he placed her in. He was quick to piston his hips against hers, hand squeezing between them so that his thumb could brush over her clit in tight circles.

“Yes Daddy! Yes, yes!” She nearly screamed, back arching and body shaking. Schlatt used his free hand to gently wrap around her neck, applying pressure carefully to the sides. A dark chuckle leaves his lips when he watches her eyes roll back in her head.

“Hope you’re ready, Toots… I’m not stopping until you’re so full of my cum that there’s no way you’re not pregnant.” He hums, pulling his hand from her neck to slip two fingers into her mouth. He watched and his cock twitched as she looked up at him with those big, innocent blue eyes as she sucked on his fingers and attempted to muffle her moans around them.

“Then, when I’m done with your pussy, I’m going to plug you up and make you swallow my cock. How that sound, my little Angel?” She whines and her pussy tightens as she approaches the edge. He slowed his thrusts just enough to teeter her on the edge. “Tell me who you belong to.” He grunts out between slow thrusts.

“You, Jay, you… I’m all yours- I love you.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, his thrusts pick back up, along with the movement of his hand on her clit. His lips crashed to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth to assert his dominance, as if it wasn’t already clear enough.

“Fuck, Darlin’, I’m gonna cum.” He grumbles against her lips, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Please, please, please, please.” She chanted, nails digging into his shoulders, sure to leave marks for the next day. With a growl mixed somewhere with a groan, he shoves his cock as deep inside of her as it would go and releases. The feeling of his cum painting her walls caused a chain reaction- tears streaming down her cheeks, illegible sobbing words, her pussy clamping down so hard it nearly suffocated him and then finally, her pussy squirting and covering over his lower half, her lower half and even the sheets in her juices.

“Oh fuck, Pumpkin.” He mumbles as he tries to catch his breath. A smirk slowly inches its way across his lips and his eyes turned into a devious storm. “You made quite the mess, tsk… Let’s see if you can do it again.”

#jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Caught

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warning: SMUT (+18)

Summary: Eddie catches his best friend in an... awkward position.

Eddie hopped on the low roof of your garage gracefully, taking the familiar path up to your room.

The two of you had been friends forever, but your parents were quite uptight about boys in the house. Especially when those boys listened to heavy metal and dressed like Eddie.

So, instead of ringing the doorbell, Eddie had made it a habbit to just climb through your window. Much easier.

He swung his leg over your windowsill, his knuckles rapping on your wall by ways of a knock.

"Hey pumpkin, how's it going..." He trailed off. His leg stopped swinging in mid air, frozen at the sight in front of him.

You were splayed out on your bed, your black underwear in stark contrast to your baby blue bedsheets.

You're eyes were closed and your mouth open, but what made Eddie stop dead in his tracks was your hands, one reaching under the lace of your bra to cup your breast, the other sunk into your panties.

At the sound of his voice, your eyes shot open, locking onto his in a panicked wide-eyed gaze. You yelped out his name as your hands withdrew from their confinements, scrambling to cover yourself up.

Eddie snapped out of his temporary transfixion and swung his leg right back out of your room. His back hit the side of your house as he stood, disbelieving, next to your open window.

That did not just happen.

"So that's why people usually knock, huh?" Eddie joked trying to ease the tension, but you were too mortified to answer him.

You quickly pulled your robe on to cover yourself, pacing through the room trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Your best friend just walked in on you masturbating.

Jesus Christ, Eddie had really just seen you with your hand down your pants... This was mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

And on top of that, just a second ago, when your hand was down your pants, you had been imagining that it was him.

In your head those weren't your hands roaming your body, they were his. You had been this close to moaning out his name when he barged through your window.

How on earth were you ever supposed to look him in the eye again?!

"You need a minute? 'Cause I can wait till you're finished." Eddie's snarky voice drifted from outside.

You popped your head out the window "What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked in a whisper-yell.

Eddie smirked, passing you an already lit joint that you took from him gratefully. "Well, I'd ask what you were doing here, but it was pretty obvious."

Asshole.

"Why. Are. You. Here?"

"To hang out. I came to see if you were busy." He disgustingly wiggled his eyebrows when he said the word 'busy' earning him a swat on the arm that he just laughed off.

"Relax. You're not the first person in the world to rub one out, y/n." Eddie laughed as he hopped back into your room.

You scoffed indignantly as he plopped himself down on your bed.

"You're intolerable," you chastised him, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

Eddie noticed it too.

He grabbed your hand and tugged you onto the bed next to him. "I'm sorry, pumpkin, really," he said sincerely. "And if it helps, I can assure you you look a great deal hotter than me when I'm doing that."

Eddie chuckled, but the thought of it being him on his back on his bed touching himself made you squeeze your thighs together.

He plucked the joined from between your fingers and fell back on the bed.

"Y'know..." he mused after a while "I have always been curious. What do girls think about when they're, y'know?"

"Eddie!"

"What? It's just a question! Everybody knows guys have porn and nudie mags, 's that work for girls too?"

You rolled your eyes. "What am I? The female spokesperson? I don't know what other girls think about!"

Eddie turned on his side. His face was only inches from yours, his cocky grin had faded, he looked almost... bashful.

"So, y/n" he said lowly "what do you think about then?"

Your breath hitched in your throat "Eddie..."

"Y/n..." He teased, but as he caught your pleading look he threw up his hands defeat. "No, you're right. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna tell me, Y/n. I'll shut up about it now."

You should have felt relieved.

You should've just forgotten about this and moved on. But there was something churning low in your stomach. This pull that had been growing ever since Eddie started talking.

You should have been glad for the out, but that feeling in your stomach desperately wanted you to finish what you started.

"Do you really wanna know?"

Eddie's pupils dilated almost imperceptibly. He nodded.

"Do you really?" You whispered. "Because this feels like the sort of thing that's going to make you look at me differently once I say it."

"I hate to break it to you, y/n, but seeing you fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours on your fingers has absolutely already done that."

His dark eyes were unbearably close to you as he whispered "Tell me. Please."

You swallowed harshly. "I, usually, think about you, Eddie."

His eyes darkened and the sound that came out of his mouth was practically a growl.

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Would you tell me about it, pumpkin? What you're thinking about when you're touching yourself? Please?"

His voice was thick with restrained desperation.

Seeing him like this made you feel more confident. You were slowly gaining back some control over the situation.

"Or I- I could show you. If you want."

Eddy nodded so fast you thought his head might pop off. "Only if you want to, pumpkin."

You nodded too. "I want to."

And with that you tugged the cord of your robe loose and shrugged it off.

You watched Eddie's eyes tracing you as you laid back against the headboard.

"You are so gorgeous" Eddie mumbled.

His breath hitched as you tentatively stroked your hand over your exposed stomach.

"I... I imagine that it's you, running your hands all over me. Touching me."

You trailed your hand over your panties, teasing yourself.

"I think about you kissing me. Here. And here. And here." You trailed your fingers over your neck, down your chest and your stomach all the way down to your clit.

You slowly pushed your panties down your legs, watching Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.

You traced slow circles on your clit. "I imagine the cold of your rings against my heat."

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hissed.

He was palming himself through his jeans, rutting his hips against his hand slowly. "Please don't stop."

"I wonder how your fingers would feel inside of me," you said as you pushed one of your own fingers in. "Think they'd feel better than my own. Bigger. You'd stretch me out just right, Eds."

You ground your hips against your hand as you added another finger. You were really getting going now.

"Always thought you'd be really good at this. Think about it sometimes when you play the guitar, wonder how else you could use those wonderfully skillful fingers. I think about you fucking me silly using just those fingers."

Eddie groaned. He was having a really hard time restraining himself.

"Eds?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"Wanna see you. Wanna see you get yourself off with me." You whined.

"Shit, baby, you're gonna kill me." Eddie moaned.

He tugged his shirt over his head and undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers to give his dick some desperately needed room. He had been painfully hard against his jeans.

You moaned when he wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing himself at a furious pace to relieve at least some tension. "That's it, Eds. Want you to cum with me."

You curled your fingers to hit that spot inside of you that made your stomach clench. "Do you think about me too, Eds? When you're touching yourself?"

Eddie nodded furiously "Yes. God, yes, Y/n. You're practically the only thing I ever think about."

He was spurred on by the strangled moans that fell from your lips. "I think about that gorgeous little mouth of yours taking me so well. Think about splitting you open and making you scream. God, you'd be so pretty all fucked out. Drive me absolutely nuts thinking about you."

You could feel the pressure building inside if you, just a little more and you'd explode. "Eds, I'm so close," you whined.

"Me too, pumpkin. Talk me through it, baby, please."

You nodded. "I fantasize about you fucking me, about your dick buried inside of me. Pounding into me till I can't breathe. I think about you filling me up with your cum, all hot and sticky. Or I imagine you cumming on me, just covering me in it, claiming me."

"Jesus, Y/n" Eddie groaned. "Fuck that's so hot. Could I - could I do that? Cum on you?"

You nodded. The thought of him cuming on your stomach made you see stars.

You worked your fingers into yourself faster, grinding your hips along with the motion. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you yelped.

You felt your orgasm wash over you like an electric current, your walls clencing around your fingers as you shakily rode out your high.

Eddie could have sworn he'd died. The sight of you throwing your head back, shuddering. Your back arching of the matras as your pussy swallowed up two of your delicate fingers... Not to mention the litany of moans and gasps that left your body.

If this wasn't heaven heaven wasn't worth the trouble.

Eddie couldn't hold out any longer. With a loud groan, he spilled all over your stomach. The warm, sticky liquid dripping down your smooth skin.

The sight of it was enough to pull another moan from the both of you.

Eddie dropped down next to you, reduced to a panting sweaty mess. "Holy shit, that was..." He shook his head slightly, unable to describe what had just happened in mere words.

"Yeah," You sighed.

"Who knew you had such a mouth on you?" Eddie chuckled. "Never would have guessed my little pumpkin had such a dirty, dirty mind."

You felt your cheeks heating, suddenly slightly embarrassed by your vulnerable state.

"You know I love that dirty mind, right?"

You rolled your eyes at Eddie's goofy smile. "You do?"

He nodded. "I honestly didn't think I could like you anymore than I already did, but you're just full of surprises."

"You're a dope," you chuckled.

"But you love me," he winked, making you blush.

"Hey, pumpkin?" Eddie's face was suddenly only inches away from yours again.

"Yeah, Eds?"

"Can I kiss you?"

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie x reader smut

[llamagoddessofficial]

How would Farmer Sans handle hearing that MC was sick? Maybe they usually meet up a certain time while managing their morning chores and they’re just.. not there, only for him to later find that they’re bedridden

"hey, pumpkin."

The sound of Sans' voice, regardless of how soft it was, made you panic.

You sat bolt upright from your spot curled into the couch, jolting out of your strange fever dream. A cooling pack fell off your head, and a blanket you didn’t remember grabbing slipped from your shoulders to your lap.

Immediately, you could tell that you weren’t on your home couch. You didn’t recognise the blanket someone had tucked you under. You weren’t cold, you couldn’t smell the usual mix of dust and gradually fading damp - in fact, there were many wonderful scents mingling in the warm air, soup and tea and a sweet bread aroma that made your stomach rumble. 

It certainly wasn’t where you expected to wake up, after you fell asleep in front of the dodgy TV once the painkillers finally kicked in. This was someone else’s couch. And after a few bleary moments, you recognised it all. 

... It was Sans’ couch. You were in his house.

You looked up a little to see the man himself, as handsome as ever, leaning over the back of the sofa and looking at you. A gentle flicker of relief passed over his face. 

“rise and shine,” he said, voice as warm as the room. “how’re you feelin’?”

Huh? 

...

Your eyes widened. "S-Sans!?"

Bad decision. At such a sudden vocalisation, your body decided that was the perfect moment to send you into a horrendous coughing fit that made the inside of your throat feel like someone had gone at it with sandpaper.

Sans just put a big gentle hand on your back, letting you work through it, quiet as you hacked your lungs up.

Eventually the coughing eased off; once you had control of your body again, you turned your gaze back to him.

"Y-you...” Your cheeks were starting to burn. “why am I...?"

“you weren’t answerin’ the phone. i got worried.” As he spoke, you kept messing with your shirt, nervously pulling it down over yourself. “came to check on you, an’ you were totally out of it, could barely answer me. i had to go work, but figured i should bring you somewhere me an’ pap can keep an eye on you.”

... Oh no. You put your hands over your face, slowly getting quieter and quieter as the situation dawned on you. “Y-you really didn’t need to...”

“course we did. ain’t safe for you to be so sick all on yer own.”

This was a nightmare. Now, on top of being sick, you were absolutely mortified at Sans seeing you in this state. Tired, achy, sweaty... you were dressed in a stained old shirt and pyjama pants, visibly unshowered and pretty much as ungroomed as one could get. You distinctly remembered throwing stuff on your floor before you fell asleep, too weak to get up and go put it in the garbage - empty blister packs and used, crumpled tissues. Did he see all your dirty trash when he came to find you?

You wanted to melt into the couch. He had seen you delirious and ill, at your absolute greasiest and grossest. Stars, what did he think of you now?

“I-I’ve been out for hours?” you asked.

“mhm.”

Your whole world was coming down around your ears. Why couldn’t Sans have just let you die at home, where no one would see your shame?

“you didn't tell me you were sick,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear. There was a strangely... sullen edge to his tone? 

Your face was on fire. You had already intruded so much on him and his brother’s kindness over the last few weeks. Sans had repaired your stove and water pipes, bought you fresh food from the farm, helped fix a leak in the roof, not to mention when you asked him to stay the night like you were a frightened baby. Now here you were; being sick and disgusting right in the middle of his house. 

Before he could say anything else, you pushed the blanket off you, swinging your legs over the side of the couch and scrambling to your feet.

“I-I should get home,” you said, hoarse.

Immediately, Sans’ brows raised. You didn't look at him for long, walking unsteadily and trying your best to concentrate on not tipping over.

“I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just-”

... Your feet went out from underneath you. 

You squeaked, loudly - but Sans didn’t care, he scooped you up like you didn’t weigh a thing. To him, you probably didn’t weigh a thing. You could feel his massive strength through his clothes, and you immediately knew that if he wanted to, he could’ve thrown you straight into the air like a child.

You couldn’t tell if it was the height that was dizzying, how close your face was to his, or if you were just way weaker right now than you realised. But immediately your hands balled in his shirt.

"... easy," he murmured, one arm under your thighs. "i don't bite."

... Your face filled with so much heat it felt as if the tips of your ears were going to set alight. You tried to say something, but when you opened your mouth, literally nothing came out. Not a sound. All you could do was hold on to his shoulders.

Sans’ voice became normal again, jokingly stern. “sorry. not goin’ anywhere on my watch, pet. you need to rest. look at you - yer burnin' up.”

Your whole body had tensed up. But not out of fear. You just stared into his eyelights.

He very gently sat you back down onto the couch, putting the cold pack into your hands. “you stay right there, ok? i’ll getcha some soup. it should be ready by now.”

"O-ok," you helplessly replied.

Sans moved away, disappearing into the kitchen.

...

There wasn't much else you could do, but lay down and put the cooling pack back on your head... trying to figure out how to make your heart slow down.

#llama writes #sans: [uses his 'talking to a scared horse' voice] #mc: Why the fuck am I into this??? WHY AM I INTO THIS?? #also hes upset because he wants to look after her and he doesnt like that she didn't tell him earlier #he likes caring for you. how could you deny him the opportunity #do you HATE HIM???

[mangocustard16]

Seventeen’s reaction to you not recognising them when drunk ♡

| genre:fluff

| warnings: mentions of drinking, pet names, cursing, lmk if i missed something

| w.c: 0.7k

| a/n: please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated✿

performance unit version | hip-hop unit ver.

Hoshi:

Seventeen had just clinched a prestigious Daesang award, and you were out celebrating the hard-earned victory with the group.

the night begins with celebratory drinks, as Hoshi's friends convince you to join in the festivities.

and that's it you guys were out, partying hard celebrating your boyfriend's success

although Hoshi had been there too to make sure you didn't go overboard 

what caught him off guard was your unexpected assertion of not recognizing him

"Get your hands off of me you pervert!"

he was shocked, to say the least

but gotta admit, he felt kinda proud seeing you stand your ground and not let some random guy touch you, even if that guy happened to be him.

You turned to Seungkwan, seeking validation and asking him to confirm that this person is not someone you know.

to which Seungkwan awkwardly laughs, caught in the middle of the situation

"Babe, I'm your cute boyfriend"

"Then tell me something only my boyfriend knows?" you question him

He raises his eyebrows and motions you to come closer 

"one time you tried to challenge me to a dance battle, but it turned into a clumsy stumble, and you ended up on the flo-"

you put your hands on his mouth to stop him from revealing that embarrassing story

"Okay, okay! you're definitely my boyfriend"

Jun:

Despite being your boyfriend, Jun finds you unable to recognize him while heavily intoxicated.

the boy is pouting and is offended af

"Come on, shake it off," he said trying to grab your arm to get you out of the club

what caught him off guard was you landing a punch square in his stomach

Jun visibly grimaces, feeling the impact of the punch to his rib

"I know how to box sir, so you better keep your distance," you said walking away

At this point, Jun has no choice but to wait for you to head home by yourself, all he can do is follow you home making sure you get there safely

he woke up the next morning with a huge bruise on his side and for the love of god you couldn't remember a thing 

"Where did you get that bruise from baby?" you asked innocently

The8: 

he tried to play like he was actually hurt by you not recognizing him, but, man, he thought it was so darn cute

he would listen to you ramble about everything in your life, from how your new cat was constantly attacking others to how much your boyfriend loved you

"You know, my boyfriend wanted to name the new cat Pumpkin, but he looks so much like an Oreo, we almost fought but in the end, we named it Oreo"

"Your boyfriend treats you so badly, why would he fight with such a sweet girl like you" Minghao played along

"NOOOO! my boyfriend is the sweetest person in the whole world, don't you dare talk shit about the love of my life," you warned your new friend showing shoving your lock screen of you and Minghao together in his face

He'd chuckle and mumble something along the lines of, "How am I not supposed to love you"

Dino:

Dino got a little pouty when he realized you couldn't recognize him

all he wanted was your affection, but you wouldn't let him touch you, leaving him slightly disappointed

"Babe come on let's go"

"No I don't know you please stop following me, mister" you yelled

poor guy 

he's chasing after you trying to convince you that he's not a threat, in fact he's your boyfriend

"I'm your loving BOYFRIEND babe, do you not recognize me?"

"Why won't I recognize my own boyfriend you creep? Stop following me around." you'd say, slapping his hands away

You took out your phone and called your boyfriend trying to explain that a creepy man was following you around

Dino handed you his ringing phone, showing it to you to convince you that he was indeed your boyfriend.

"Babyyyyy!!! you should've come sooner" you exclaimed, throwing yourself on him, wrapping your arms around him

"I'll always be here for you love," he said shaking his head before planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

@kflixnet @k-labels

#mango.writes #seventeen #seventeen fluff #kflixnet #k-labels #svt #svtcreations #seventeen scenarios #svtsource #seventeen imagines #svt dino #seventeen headcanons #wen junhui #seventeen drabbles #minghao fluff #performance unit #lee chan #kwon hoshi #hoshi #moon junhui #hoshi fluff #hoshi x reader #seventeen hoshi #svt hoshi #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung #seventeen junhui #svt minghao #svt hoshi headcanons #hoshi headcanons

[minhosimthings]

Skz under the Mistletoe

Pairings: bf!Skz × implied fem!reader

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF NOTHING BUT FLUFF, mention of food, a bit suggestive in Minho and Changbin's

A/N: I needed something to help refresh this dumb brain of mine cause I CANNOT work on any of my smut wips rn so here ya go! Also I know it's not Christmas yet and this is really Christmassy but y'all I live in Scotland. ITS ALWAYS CHRISTMAS MUHAHAHA

Bang Chan/ Christopher

this mf would start giggling so hard

I'm like a hundred percent positive he would deliberately hang mistletoe above you

Imagine you're baking cookies and you're too busy to give him a kiss

And he just pouts and stalks off ☹️ somewhere to do God knows what

And then you find him sitting on the couch with mistletoe on his hair

"baby quick! Kiss me I'm under mistletoe! Don't you know it's bad luck if you don't kiss someone under mistletoe?"

You'd give in of course, not wanting to sadden your adorable boyfriend,🥺 who looked even more adorable with heaps of mistletoe stuck to his curls

Please save me I am obsessed with this man

Lee Minho/ Lee Know

This man

This man istg

HE WILL STRAIGHT UP REFUSE TO KISS YOU

"I wouldn't kiss your dumb face normally why would I do it now?"

Meanie 😐

But he'd immediately melt on seeing your pouty face and sad expression

So like the great boyfriend he is, he'd tie strings of mistletoe to Soonie's collar and send her to you.

"alright we need to kiss your mom on her stupidly cute face so go to her and don't mess this up."

Soonie would walk up to you followed by Minho and he would just meekly be like "Mistletoe?"

CUTIES NXJSJS

Would a 100% pick you up and throw you on the bed, saying that mistletoe doesn't only consist of kisses 😏

Changbin/ Seo Changbin

ISTG I WILL COMBUST RIGHT HERE

Bang Chan part 2

He'd be so giggly and blushing so profusely when you both would notice you're under mistletoe

Like if it was at a party or something, and everyone was shouting "Kiss!" At the both of you, how could he refuse?

Would definitely do that thing where he squeezes your waist

It would be such a soft kiss istg

Would probably take you up to the bedroom after the kiss though

Hyunjin/Hwang Hyunjin

GIRL THE WAY HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD YOU'D THINK HE SMEARED PAINT ON HIMSELF

You'd decorate his art studio with mistletoe

Specifically putting it above the place where you'd pose for him when he's painting you

This man would probably be confused at first like he's so immersed in painting,

And then you're like "Hyunjin look mistletoe!"

Bitch will be like "You want me to paint the mistletoe in the picture too?"

Truly the leader of PaboRacha

But afterwards he'd give you the most precious kiss ever

Just so soft, warms wrapped around your waist

"Wanna make some hot chocolate darling?"

I need to stop Hyune is wrecking me too hard

Han/Han Jisung

Ngl he would be the one badgering you

"ooh baby where did this mistletoe come from?"

*holds the mistletoe above your head*

Would pout when you'd say you'll give him kisses later, because you need to get ready for work

Literal sparkly eyes begging you for a kiss

You'd give in eventually, how could you refuse the power of the Han Jisung puppy eyes?

"baby did you kiss me because of the mistletoe or because of my charms?"

SO FUCKING ADORABLE

Felix/Lee Yongbok

Alright I'm imagining this is Australia because obviously you guys went to visit his family for the holidays

His sister's would a 100% prank him with mistletoe

NAUR cause they'd hang mistletoe over your bed, and when you and felix spot it, they'd pull out their phones to record you guys kissing

DEFINETLY did not do that to my gf once nope

"oh sunshine look mistletoe! Should we have a kiss then?"

MY SWEET POOKIE BROWNIE SUGAR PUMPKIN PIE I love him saur much

Seungmin/Kim Seungmin

Bruh this guy

I swear to god this guy

KIM MF "it's a childish thing to do" SEUNGMIN

NAUR he WILL make fun of you for wanting to do it

Like you're just goofing off, decorating the house for Christmas

And you decide to jokingly put mistletoe on his hair

He'll just roll his eyes and go back to his book, completely ignoring the grass on his hair

And you'd be like bitch kiss me we're under mistletoe

"Seriously pup, you still believe in that childish crap?"

And he's done it, he's upset you great job Seungmin (I don't know why I'm so salty towards him rn)

And then he'd just sigh, looking at your pouty face

Then he'll proceed to grab your face in his hands and kiss you in the most devastating way ever

"next time when you want a kiss, just ask for it darling."

Wodjdjeb you will not survive

I.N/Yang Jeongin

AHH INNIE KDISSHD

Lemme calm down first

THIS GUY WOULD BE SO AMAZING

Look if there's anyone in Skz who believes in miracles and the holy spirit and whatnot

IT'S HIM

Flashback to when he wanted to be a priest

Giggles and blushes part 3

Girl he legit kiss you for so long if you do that

Iike sir you need to breathe too stop with the smooches

He'll legit kiss you in the middle of a store if there's mistletoe there

Like just in the middle of the hygiene aisle, where there's mistletoe decorating the shelves

Just BAM his lips are on uours

"We can't resist the power of the mistletoe honey."

I swear to God this man will be the death of me

#skz #stray kids #skz headcanons #stray kids headcannons #skz imagines #stray kids imagine #skz fluff imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #bang christopher chan #Lee minho #skz lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix yongbok #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz × reader #stray kids × reader #bye bye now

[seaslugfanclub]

Hiya! I really like reading your Disney Villains stories. Question could you do a Halloween special and how (Y/n) help deal with the parade and any villains who get scared by some of the scary actors? Thank you <33

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope this is satisfactory, I could only really think of one villain who’s easily spooked ❤️

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Scaredy Villians

“Absolutely not. I refuse to participate in that hedonistic procession.”

“Frollo, it’s a parade for children.”

(Y/N) knew they were getting nowhere with the ex- judge, who was currently barricaded in his dressing room.

While most of the villians didn’t mind Halloween, some even enjoying it (the headless horseman could be seen polishing his pumpkin head around the time) there were always a few outliers.

“Y’know what? How about this, you do the parade and I’ll slip you those ‘magazines’ you like so much?” (Y/N) crooned through the door.

“How dare you try to bribe a holy man-”

“I have the exotic dancer issues~”

A beat passed,

“….fine.”

“Oh my god, thank you. Be out with the rest of the group in 15 minutes, I’ll get you those magazines after the parade.”

(Y/N) didn’t wait to hear Frollos response, instead hurrying down the hall towards the main common area.

“Alright everyone, the parades in 15! Is everyo- where’s Hook?” (Y/N) interrupted themselves, surveying the group of villians, who all began to chuckle and look towards the center of the room.

Hades, with a shit eating grin across his face points to the couch,

“He’s been under there for the past hour.”

(Y/N) groans, rubbing between their eyes as they walk past Hades, to indeed see the infamous Captain Hook halfway underneath the common areas couch. Even from where they were standing (Y/N) could see him shaking. Crouching besides the couch, (Y/N) went to see what the problem was.

“Hook, what’s wrong?”

“I- I’ll tell you what’s wrong!! I’m not going out there.”

“What? Dude, why?”

“He’s scared of spooks, that’s what!” Gaston laughed from the sidelines.

“Scared? Aw Hook, c’mon the parades only an hour long, and it’s for kids too-”

“Don’t patronize me!!” Hook shrieked

“I’m not, what I’m saying is it’ll be toned down. Disney is a far cry from other Halloween festivals, you’ll be fine.” (Y/N) pleaded, the pressure of the parade starting soon causing their voice to strain. But the pirate refused to move.

“Anyone have any ideas?” (Y/N) looked around the room, Facilier grabbing their attention.

“I could ask some of my friends to drag him out from under there, there’s enough shadows tonight for them to force him across the entire park.”

“We want him to go willingly, kids don’t wanna see a pirate passed out from fright.” (Y/N) shook their head.

“I have some Xanax in my clutch?” DeVill chimes in, already rummaging through her bag. Only to be stopped by (Y/N) pulling her hands down.

“What? No!! Your not even supposed to have Xanax!?” They huffed, turning back to the couch as Mr. Smee tried his hand at coaxing out his captain.

“I am not letting those retched cast members get the best of me in front of the entire park!” Hook growled at his first mate. But with that growl came an idea, (Y/N) beginning to jog out of the room.

“Everyone get into your positions! I’ll be right back.”

With that the villians began to file out of the room, some making snide remarks at Hook until the common area was completely empty. Hook waited a couple of minutes before sliding himself out of the couch, not noticing someone plod into the room. Hook straightened his back out, turning around to head back to his dressing room.

… only to be met face to face with a white sheet ghost.

Hook shrieked, leaping a foot in the air, furthering his panic when the ghost grabbed his arms.

“Hook- Hook! It’s ok, it’s just me.” The Ghost pulled back their sheet to reveal (Y/N)’s grinning face.

“You said you didn’t want any of the cast members scaring you, so what if I join you in the parade? I can keep anything from leaping out, and you can tell me if you get overwhelmed.” They explained, causing Hooks mustache to twitch up.

“You… you promise those ghouls won’t pop out at me?”

“Of course, I’ll keep any spooks from even looking at you! But in all seriousness we need to go join the parade, like now.” (Y/N) smiled at him.

Hook thought about for a moment before puffing up.

“If you insist my dear, all right. Lead the way.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief. Flipping down the blanket and grabbed his hook, leading him out of the common room, towards the parade.

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I hope you all like it! I cannot thank you all enough for liking my work ❤️ You guys are amazing.

#disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #captain hook #disney captain hook #self insert #halloween

[simplylatte]

" Farewell, Frank "

Corpse Puppet AU by @sketchquill

Idea: Frank and Eddie have been happily married for years with nothing separating them. That was, until Frank suddenly became very ill. Doctors all over town have tried everything from different medicines to different treatments, but alas, nothing has worked. So little time is left for Frank, but Eddie isn't ready to say goodbye. Unfortunately, there's no choice.

Reminders: I will warn you now, this fic will have heavy topics such as death and illness. There is very little comfort. While canon to the Corpse Puppet AU, I am still warning you as this can be triggering to some people. Read with caution!!

I am still not associated with Clown or any of his friends, nor their work. This is purely for fun and entertainment purposes. Nothing in here belongs to me except the writing itself.

Now suffer >:))

♡--------------♡

This. Can not be happening.

Everything was going so well.

Why did it have to fall apart so soon?

Eddie stood outside of Frank's room, pacing around in circles as the poor man was overthinking. He couldn't help it. His husband was so sick, they could barely walk. It killed Eddie inside, knowing that there was nothing he could do for them. That's what hurt the most. He couldn't do anything.

A doctor steps out of the room with a saddened look. Upon entering, Eddie perked up, but quickly frowned upon seeing the doctor's expression.

"So, how is he?"

They stood silent.

"..Doc, how's my Frank?"

It looked as if they were trying to find the right words to break the unbearable news. Eddie couldn't stand it. He opened his mouth to speak, but the doc finally spoke up with sadness in their voice. This wasn't good.

"Mr. Dear, your husband hasn't been responding to the treatment."

"What..?"

No. No.. no no no. This can't be happening. Please tell him that this was not real.

The doctor sighed. They glanced over at the clipboard in their left arm.

"We've tried everything we know. Various medicines and treatments, but there's no significant improvement. Frank has only gotten worse."

...

Eddie's eyes began to flood with tears. He was on the verge of crying. The answer was obvious, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Is my Frank going to be okay..?"

...

Eddie's heart shattered in a million pieces when the doctor slowly shook their head.

"..I'm sorry, Mr. Dear, but they won't be making it."

Not a moment later, a quiet sob was heard from Eddie. He covered his face and broke down. He was losing his Frank, his husband. It didn't feel real, yet the pain was there. It was unbearable. How could anyone bear this much pain?

"Please, let me see them. Please.."

Eddie barely managed to get the words out in-between his sobs.

It would be cruel to deny someone to see their loved one.

The doc knew Frank's condition, but couldn't say no to Eddie. They allowed him in.

Eddie quietly walked in the room. He tried so hard to control his crying. He wiped away his tears as he strolled by Frank's bedside. He took a seat that was near the bed.

Being so close to a dying loved one felt like a blessing and a curse. To see them in their last moments, to later see them get buried. Eddie was not looking forward to.. burying his husband.

Just the thought of it brought him back to tears.

Frank slowly turned their gaze to Eddie. They were barely able to keep their eyes open. But they smiled. They smiled at Eddie. Frank was usually grumpy, but they smiled for him.

"Hey, Eddie.." They spoke in a hushed whisper. Eddie could tell that they were exhausted. Exhausted from death itself, exhausted from trying so many medicines and treatments.

"Hey, pumpkin.."

Frank quietly chuckled, a soft pink coloring their face. Their smile only grew.

"Heh, I told you to not call me that."

Eddie chuckled.

"But why? It's cute, just like you."

"Alright, Alright."

Frank playfully rolled their eyes, Eddie couldn't help but snicker.

Eddie glanced further at Eddie. His smile was short lived, as he slowly frowned in sadness. Was this really it? For them?

As if Frank was going to allow him to be sad, not in front of them.

They were so tired, but they mustered up the energy to raise their arm and gently place their hand on Eddie's cheek. Eddie's face turned a soft pink at the contact, but smiled.

He smiled. He placed his hand over on Frank's.

"Turn that frown upside down, dear. I'll be fine."

"But you're not."

Eddie's tears ran down his face like a waterfall. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to say goodbye.

"..Frank, sweetheart, you're-"

"I know."

Frank frowned a bit. For the first time, Eddie saw Frank tear up. A few tears rolled down their cheeks.

"I'm heartbroken, too. I don't want to leave you, either."

They stood silent for a moment.

"..As much as it sucks, at least I get to see your handsome face."

Eddie smiled slightly at the compliment. It made him happy, at least for that small bit.

"I love you, Frank."

"I love you too, Eddie."

...

They stood quiet for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice.

It got harder for Frank to stay awake. As much as they didn't want to let go, Eddie knew they were tired. He allowed them to take their arm back. Frank let out a shaky sigh, closing their eyes for a moment.

"God, I'm so tired.." They mumbled. They felt breathless.

Eddie felt bad. As much as he wanted to spend more time with Frank, he didn't want to force them to stay awake. He stood up from the chair and knelt down next to the bedside. Eddie carefully brushed his fingers through Frank's dark hair. They quietly hummed with a small smile.

"Please, sweetheart. Get some rest. You deserve it."

Frank looked over at Eddie. They couldn't help but tear up.

"Will you.. be okay with me resting?"

Eddie slowly nodded.

"Of course.. you look so tired, it's worrying me."

Frank opened their mouth to speak, but Eddie continued to speak.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I just want you to get your much deserved rest."

...

"..Thank you, dear.."

Frank's voice became quiet.

They reached over and took Eddie's hand, gently squeezing it. Eddie reciprocated the action.

"I love you.. Eddie.."

"I love you too, Frank."

Eddie leaned in and gave a soft kiss on Frank's forehead. They smiled.

They slowly closed their eyes, letting out another shaky sigh.

Within a moment, Frank was out. They immediately fell asleep. The gentle grip they had on Eddie's hand went away, but he stood there. He kept their hand held, not wanting to let go. He never wanted to let go.

So, Eddie stayed by Frank's side. He made sure to never leave them.

He loved them.

Perhaps when Frank wakes up, they'll feel a little bit refreshed.

Eddie and Frank can see each other a little longer.

Maybe when Frank wakes up, they'll be all better, as if the sickness never happened. Eddie will be relieved and they'll live happily ever after.

If Frank wakes up, they'll maybe start accepting 'pumpkin' as their nickname.

...

. . .

But Frank never woke up.

They tried.

They tried so hard to fight the sickness.

But eventually, their body just couldn't do it.

...

"Hey, Frank.."

Eddie stood by near Frank's grave. Flowers surrounding it with cards and teddy bears. Eddie held a bouquet of flowers, purple and blue.

He knelt down, placing the bouquet of flowers upright on the grave. Tears flooded his eyes, but he held a smile.

"It's been a while since I've seen your face. I wish I could hold you, right now."

He stood quiet for a bit.

"..It's been hard without you, you know that? Wherever you are, I just hope you're resting in peace."

Eddie broke into a sob. He felt so lonely without his husband.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart.. Why'd you have to go?"

There was no one around to comfort him. Eddie was left alone with his own puddle of tears.

If Frank was there, they'd be comforting him.

..But that's the thing.

They weren't there, anymore.

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I'm bawling my eyes out right now from writing this. If you read this and are crying like me, allow me to give you a hug 🫂

#corpse puppet au #welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #eddie welcome home #frank welcome home #eddie dear x frank frankly #angst

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UMAMA

Word Count: 4.1k

Contains: PURE FLUFF!!

“Shiiitt” Shuri groaned half awake, only  because a little foot had connected with her rib cage. “That’s what you get for letting him sleep with us last night. ‘It’S CoOl  ZaH! YouR mOmS trIpPing YoU cAn StAy.” Your groggy voice came from the other side of the bed. “It’s a king sized bed I figured there was plenty of space.” She pouted. “Yea. You didn’t foresee him being horizontal by morning huh?” Shuri chuckled turning onto her back running a hand over her face. “No. I didn’t actually.”

“Mmhmm” You throw the covers off of your body, sitting up on the side of the bed to stretch. “Is it already time for you to get up. It’s still dark out?” Her eyes adjusting to the dark room. “Yes baby it’s 5 am.” You stand to your feet and yawn making your way to the bathroom. “What does Zah do when you have to leave this early and I’m not here?”

“I drop him off at moms and she takes him to school.”  Shuri let out a yawn herself. Stretching before getting out of the bed heading into the bathroom right behind you. “Damn, you have my Zah man up this early?” She turned on the water in the sink to brush her teeth as you prepared your shower.

“Not much of a choice Shuri.”

“Why doesn’t your mom just move in to help?”

“Because I’ll be damned.” Shuri let out a small chuckle. “You know you don’t hav-“

“You don’t have to work Intombi entle, move to Wakanda with me and all you have to do is thatha lo mtya ubukhulu. (Take this strap thickness)” squinting your eyes, biting your lip and rubbing your hands together, you give your best Shuri impression. Shuri raised her brow the brushing of her teeth slowing. “Is that supposed to be me?” She said her voice muffled by her toothbrush. “That’s all you baby girl and you know it. That’s why you’re trying not to laugh.” You say removing your clothes. Shuri finally let go of her laugh. “That was pretty good sthandwa. Your Xhosa is getting exceptional.” 

She spat and rinsed her mouth as you got ready to step into the shower, when suddenly you were pulled back by strong arms. A small shriek left your mouth as Shuri kissed her way down your back making you Shiver. “Baby I have to shower so I can gooo.” You chastise. “I know *kiss* I know. Just let me get full before you leave.” She placed another kiss at the center of your back and you let out a moan. Before you could reply a sharp pain shot through your ass. “Shuri what the fuck!” She’d bitten you and was latching on. “Girl let go of my ass. You’re gonna make me wake up Zah.”  She released your bottom but not before giving your bite mark a huge suck to sooth it. “I couldn’t help it. Just look at that shit.”

“Only you would brush your teeth and then bite and suck dirty ass” Shuri scrunched her face in faux confusion. “Was it dirty? Let me smell.” 

“Shuri get the fuck away from me. It’s too early for this shit.” You laugh and she joins. “I could smell it over by the sink anyway.” You throw a shampoo bottle at her as she ran out of the bathroom just in time to not get hit. “Veeeery slow sthandwa. We gotta work on that.” She spoke low from the other side of the door. She looked over at the bed and Zah was still sound asleep. Comforter bunched up around him his head now at the end of the bed. She chuckled shaking her head as she headed down stairs to make you some breakfast.

“Damn it smells good in here baby!” You walked in the kitchen to find Shuri putting the final touches on your plate of food. With her purple and black “Chef Panther” apron on and a dish towel tossed over her shoulder. Seeing her like this always gave you butterflies. How in the hell did you get so lucky.  

“Have a seat sthandwa sam. I made a lovely breakfast for a lovely lady. Some French toast with pumpkin spice whipped cream, made with Ezekiel bread I already know how you are. Turkey bacon and hashbrowns. And I’m finishing up your energy te-“ Shuri stopped in her tracks when she turned around and got a glimpse of your attire for the day. You’d decided to rock a grey power suit with a matching trench and you looked scrumptious! “Well Damn daddy, I didn’t know it was your turn to be daddy today?” Shuri sat your plate down at the bar before walking up to you and wrapping her arms around your waist. “Ooouu. Daddy huh? I might like that. Don’t mess around and let me get used to it.” You say seductively.

“If you’re gonna keep dressing like this you might as well cause this suit is bringing out the woman in me.” She purred. You threw your head back in a laugh. “Well you got it down pact. Look at you barefoot and in the kitchen.” You reached around her body to smack and squeeze her ass. “Staying in a woman’s place.”  You bite your lip giving her low seductive eyes. “Oh shit! You gon be my sugar daddy!” She said in her best American accent. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and moved imaginary hair behind her ear. You burst out laughing. “Girl move!” She laughed removing herself from you allowing you to sit down and eat. She sat with you as you ate and had a cup of tea.

“Ok babe. Now seriously. Remember school starts at 8am so you and Zah need to be out of here no later than 7:15 which means you need to be getting him up in the next 15 minutes!” You say while finishing up your plate and standing up to rinse it off. 

“Moooommy, mooommy, mooommy…” She says sarcastically and you give her your best mommy stare down. “I knoooow the schedule. You went over this thousands of times last night. I’m a genius babe I think I can handle Zah for a day.” You put on your gloves. “I know, I know. I just want to make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself with him this morning.” 

Shuri walks up to you, wrapping you up in her arms and pulling your chin up to where your mouths would meet. “I got him babe. He’ll be safe and well taken care of. I know you’re not used to leaving him in just anyone’s hands. But I’m not just anyone. I love him more than I love you.” You immediately pop her in the back of the head already knowing she couldn’t be serious for more than two seconds. “Ow! Don’t be a hater ubusi!” You both laugh. “Thank you baby. Really.” She places a light kiss on your lips. “Its nothing. I got you. The both of you. Now get out of here, so I can wake up Zah. Have an amazing day at work, and when you get home I’ll have dinner ready. We’ll watch some holiday movies, and tonight, I’ll make your body feel brand new. How would you like that?” She says placeing light kisses on your neck and you wrap your arms around her neck and let out a moan. 

“Mmm. I’d like that a lot.” 

“I know.” She said as she nuzzled her nose into your neck. You pulled back “ Ok seriously I gotta go baby. I’ll be here all day with you.” You step out of her arms and grab your purse. “Ok. And I want names for everyone who looks at your titties today.” 

“Shuri be for real for just a minute per day.” She laughs as you head out of the door. “Bye baby! I love you” You toss over your shoulder as you walk out.”

“I love you too mama!”

Shuri entered the room seeing Zah still sound asleep. She sat at the edge of the bed and nudged him lightly in his side. “Zah man. It’s time to get up little guy.” Zah didn’t budge. She pressed at his shoulder shaking a bit harder.“Come on kiddo.” She repeated. Zah groaned holding the covers over his head tighter. “Ooooh no.. nope it’s time to get up! I have to get you out of here on time. So your mom doesn’t trip on me. Work with me kiddo.” She said pulling the cover from over his head. 

“Uuuggghhh! I don’t wanna gooo!” He’d pulled the covers back over his head and his little muffled voice spoke from under the covers.

“Uuuuggghhh! But you have to!” She mocked sarcastically.

“Whyyy?”

“Because your mommy said so. Lets go and I’ll make you pancakes”

“Pancakes?” Zah repeated sitting up. Suddenly interested. “Your pancakes? Not the healthy ones mommy tries to makes me?” Shuri chuckled. “Well your moms not here to cook them. So yes! My pancakes.”

“PANCAKES YAAAAYYY!!” Zah hopped up, throwing his hands in the air and wiggling his little knees as Shuri laughed. She picked him up carrying him at her side like a football. He screamed with laughter as she dropped him off at the bathroom in his room. “Alright do your business. Brush your teeth, wash your face, and PEE!!” Zah giggled. 

“PANCAKES!” Shuri yelled as she sat a tray full of an assortment of her famous pancakes in front of Zah. They both were now fully dressed ready for the day. She’d made regular, chocolate, blueberry, and strawberry. Zah clapped his hands and immediately placed Strawberry and Chocolate onto his plate drowned them in syrup and dove in. Shuri sat to eat the remainder with him. 

“Shuri.” Zah says

“Hm?” She responded mouth full.

“I don’t wanna go to school”

“Zah, I don’t want to hear it. You’re already dressed and ready to go and you have to go learn all that you can so you can come to Wakanda and help me in my lab.”

“But it’s the last day before Thanksgiving break! We’re not learning anything. Just watching a movie. And I’ve already seen Trolls like a bagillion times!” 

Shuri gave an exasperated sigh. “That does sound like a pretty lame day.” 

“I want to hang out with you. It would be a bunch more educational.” Zah looked at Shuri smiling from ear to ear, giving her the cutest puppy dog eyes. 

“Laying it on thick huh?” Shuri smirked

Shuri sat in contemplation. Her hand coming up to rub her chin. After a moment she looked back at Zah. “Ok. You can hang with me.”

“Yeeeeesssssss!!!!” Zah jumped up wrapping his arms around Shuri. “Thank you. You’re the coolest!” 

“Yea yea I know! Calm down, we’ve gotta go over our game plan. Are you listening?” 

“Yes!” Zah yelled. “Oookay!” Shuri says enthusiastically. She points a finger at him. 

“So first off, if your mom calls I’ll point at you. And when I point you freeze. Hold your breath if you have to. But she CAN NOT know that you are with me. Let’s practice. Dance.” 

Zah stands and starts doing his version of the gritty. “Ooouuuu kill ‘em Zah! Go Zah, go Zah.” Shuri hyped and then she pointed.

“Like this.” Zah stood frozen in a running position with his mouth in a bubble. 

“Boom! Juuuuust like that. You’re brilliant!” Shuri gave a slow clap. “Now if your mom asks about your day. It was great school day, you had fun. You ate cookies, and watched trolls. Got it.”

“Got it!”

“Your mom can NEVER know about today.”

Zah shook his head “Never!” Shuri smiled as they did their special handshake. “Partner in crime forever.” 

“Ok kid. How do you feel about a trip to the avengers headquarters?”

“Let’s Gooo!!”

“Shuri look!!” Shuri looked up just in time to see Peter hanging upside down from the ceiling as he held Zah. 

“Really Pete.. Get down!” Shuri scolded.

“Why?  He’s having fun! Kids in a room full of super heroes it’s not like hes gonna get hurt.”

She shook her head turning and continuing her call as Peter began swinging around the building with Zah hanging on having the time of his life. “Becareful!!”

“Whatever Panther!” Shuri rolled her eyes. 

“She’s going to kill you Shuri.” Riri stated. Riri and Shuri were able to remain friends and colleagues after Shuri opened up to her about the way she’d always felt about you. Riri was very supportive of you and Shuri’s relationship and was now in her own happy relationship as well.

“She’ll never know.” Riri smirked on her end of the call. “You think so? Hmm ok.” Shuri smacked her lips. “ Oh ye, of little faith.”

“And oh ye of little knowledge. She’s gonna find out and she’s gonna have your ass for dinner.”

“Ooouu, that sounds like treat.” Shuri smiled

“Ugh! Anywho. I’ll send you the sketches of the updates for my suit. If you can double check those calculations for me.”

“Cool Ri, I got it!”

“Thank you. And good luck.”

“I don’t need luck. I’m too smooth.” 

“Girl bye!”

As if Riri had spoken you into exisistence immediately your picture popped up in holographic form. Shuri’s heart dropped into her stomach, and in an effort to hang up with Ri she answered your call. 

“HEEEEYYY BABYYYYY!!” Shuri said obnoxiously loud in an attempt to get Peters attention so that he could get Zah quiet. You squinted in confusion at Shuri’s unusual amount of enthusiasm. 

“Hey babe! I was just calling to see how Zahir got off to school. He wasn’t too much trouble was he.” 

“Oh no babe! He was a perfect angel!” 

“That’s crazy! He always gives me such a hard time!”

“Well, what can I say sthandwa..” Her eyes followed Peter and Zah praying they stayed off in the distance.

“What’s wrong with you? What are you looking at!” 

“Oh, No-“

At that moment Peter flashed by with Zah’s laughter zooming by. Shuri dropped her wrist waving them down. Her face balled up in frustration. She got their attention and pointed at Zah. Zah loudly whispered. “WE GOTTA FREEZE!” Shuri slapped her hand over her forehead. “Fuck. I’m caught.” She whispered. She lifted her wrist back up to her face and there was a stern look on your face.

“Yes, yes you are caught. But not because Peter just flew by dangling my baby in the air from a web! You’re caught because after an hour of a child being absent the school calls to inform me of my child’s absence!” Shuri looks like deer caught in headlights as Zah gathers Peter and everyone within walking distance telling them to freeze and catch a bubble. Whispered laughs echoed the building as everyone played the game staring at Shuri for the signal to move. 

Shuri just shakes her head rubbing the back of her neck. “Damn.” She said

“Damn is right. I’ll talk to you when I get home.” You hang up in her face. 

“She’s mad as fuck” She whispered

Shuri looks back up and Zah’s face is turning red from him trying to hold his breath. “Holy shit breath!” She says and everyone collectively gasps and burst into laughter. 

“Ooouu you said a no no word.”

“And you know know not to say it. So don’t.” Shuri looked at him sternly. “Come here Zah.” Zah ran over to Shuri as she squatted getting eye level with him. “So mommy know and since we’re already in trouble we might as well have blast before your mom takes me out. Wanna go ride go-karts?!”  

“YES!”

Shuri took Zah to Fast Eddie’s. They rode the ferris wheel, the train, drove go karts, and played laser tag. They ate pizza and cotton candy and played all the arcade games. Shuri won Zah so many prizes they had to put them on a cart for when they left. Right now they were on the last lap of their last round on the go karts and then they were due home. Shuri had called a cleaning company to make sure the house was spotless when you returned home and had Aneeka let them inand ordered lots of flowers, your favorite Crème brûlée donuts, and she still had to make dinner. So it was time to go. 

As Shuri exited the car Zah stayed seated. “Let’s do it one more time!”

“You said that last time Zah. It’s time to go now.” 

“It’s not that long and I promise it’ll be the last time.”

“Zah, get out of the car”

“I don’t want to! One more time!”

“Zah! I said NO!” Zah’s lip began to tremble and he began to thrash his little body around in a temper tantrum. Shuri reached into the car unbuckling Zah, pulling him up by his arms and throwing him over her shoulder. She silently walked out of the building with the screaming boy. 

“My toys! What about my toys?!” When they get to the car Shuri opens the door sitting him in the car and squatting down to his level. 

“You haven’t given me very many reasons to punish you Zah. But, from this day forward you should know that I do not reward bad behavior. 

That little show you put on in there will never go over well with me. So you know longer have the privilege of toys. Now sit back, put on your seatbelt, and be quiet.” She states calm and stern. Zah, shocked that Shuri was actually getting on to him. Sat back and did as he was told with tears in his eyes. Shuri checked his seatbelt and shut the door and hopped into the front seat to began a silent journey home. Her heart hurting and her eyes stinging.

“Shuri.” A small voice came from the backseat as the car stopped at a red light. “Yes?” She answered softly. 

“Are you mad at me?”

“I am dissapointed yes.”

“Do you hate me?” Shuri turned in her seat looking back as a tear dropped from Zah’s eye. 

“No! Absolutely not Zahir. Griot. Initiate automated drive home.” 

“Yes, Panther. Initiating automated drive home.” Shuri removed her seatbelt climbing into the backseat.

She wrapped Zah in a hug kissing the top of his head. “I could never hate you! I do the things that I do for you because you’re such a brilliant well mannered child. I love you very much and I love doing things for you. But obedience and gratefulness will get you far little one. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you and your mother. And neither of you have to act out to get it from me.  Is that understood?” Zah nods against Shuri’s chest lt as the car pulled up to the house. 

“Now when we get inside I need you to go hang out in your room while I cook and do damage control with your mom.” She let him go and smiled and he gave her a smile back.

“Yes ma’am” 

When you got home the smell of a clean home and cooked meal greeted you, along with several assortments of flowers all over the house and soft music playing from the kitchen. You bypassed the kitchen and head right into Zah’s room. He sat peacefully doing a puzzle with “Adventure Time” playing on low on his television. 

“Well hello, my little school skipper.” Zah looked up at you with a bashful look on his face. 

“Mommy please don’t be mad at Shuri. I talked her into it and she just wanted me to have fun!” You walked further into the room losing the door behind you. “Oh, I don’t doubt that one bit. You should be less concerned about Shuri and more concerned about the trouble you’re in.” Zah gave his best sad face.

“I don’t care about those eyes, hand me that tablet and your switch. I’ll give them back when I see fit.” Zah sighed in defeat getting up to collect his favorite items and had them to you.

“Ok. Get yourself prepared for dinner.”

“I already ate and got sent to my room for the night.” You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“I threw a tantrum on the go karts and Shuri made me leave all of the toys there and sent me too my room.” Your heart fluttered a bit immediately concerned for Shuri. 

“Ok. Well do that then. And no youtube.”

“Yes ma’am” He called as you exited the room and headed back down stairs. 

As you made it to the top of the stairs you see Shuri at the bottom waiting for you with a glass of wine and an apologetic face. You give her a steely glare as you descend the stairs.

“Sthandwa sam, Ndiyaxolisa kakhulu (I’m so sorry)”

“Don’t you try to Xhosa your way out of this Udaku.” You say removing the glass of wine from her hands and walking past her into the kitchen as you take a sip. Shuri trailed right behind you. Entering the kitchen you find that 

she has your favorite meal prepared by candelight. You’re favorite delicacy from your favorite bakery displayed beautifully in the center of the table. You remove your jacket and place it on the back of a chair and turn to face her. 

“Shuri what were you thinking!” 

“I wasn’t. I just wanted to have a fun day with just him. We never get to hang out by ourselves. And it was the last day before he was on break! They weren’t doing anything anyway.” She spoke fast as if she was a child in trouble with her mom. 

“Well I see how he got you.” You say picking up your drink, taking another sip and leaning against the counter. Shuri chuckled dropping her head. “As much as I want to chew into you. I hear you’ve learned your lesson.” She looked up at you with a slight smirk, nodding.

“He went crazy on me. I’d never seen him act like that!”

“It hurt your heart to have to punish him didnt it?”

“Tore me up.”  She said with a pained expression. You laugh. 

“Where are the toys?” Shuri feigned confusion.

“Huh?”

“The toys you supposedly left at the arcade?” Shuri had once again been caught. “They’re upstairs in the guest closet.” You cocked your head to the side and the both of you burst into laughter.

“You’re such a softie. He only got like that because of all the sweets I’m sure you allowed him to have as he literally hang from the ceiling.” Shuri’s laughter continued. 

“I’m sorry about that babe, truly.” She said as she walked up to you placing her hands on your lower back and massaging. “I apologize for adding stress to your day and it will never happen again.” Your head fell forward onto her shoulder. 

“Yes you did. But I’ll forgive you because you’re amazing with your hands.” You hummed. “Oh really. I’m good with other things too.” She lifted you up placing you on top of the counter as you squealed. She immediately started kissing on your chest. “Shuri what are you doing?” She took the glass from your hand  and placed it away from you on the counter. “Ending my apology properly.” She began unbuttoning your pants. As she continued kissing you. “Babe Zah.” 

“He’s on punishment he’s not coming down here.” She gave your thigh a couple of taps. “Lift up.” Without hesitation you lift yourself as she slides your pants and underwear down over thighs sliding them off with your heels still in place. She slid you to the edge of the counter and threw your legs over her shoulders wasting no time spreading your lips and tongue kissing your bud. You gasp, slipping your fingers into her curls and arching your back. “Ooohhhh Fuck! Shuriii”

You’d eaten and been eaten, gotten Zah all bathed and were now settling in a bath that your very apologetic girlfriend had made for you. Shuri was upstairs finishing up a bedtime story for Zah.

“Did you get in trouble?” Zah asked Shuri.

“Big trouble! But it was worth it because we had a blast today and I’ve got a feeling I’m in the clear now” She laughed

“Yea today was the best EVER! Can I ask you a question Shuri?”

“Ofcourse kid.”

“You love me and my mommy right?” Shuri smiled. “More than anything in this world.”

“So you’re going to marry her?” He asked inquisitively. Shuri chuckled.

“That’s the plan. Little man.” Zah smiled big. 

“Cool!” Shuri tucked him into his bed. And walked toward the door. “Goodnight,

Zah man.”

“Wait! One more question.”

“What’s up?”

“What do people in Wakanda call their mommies?”

“Umama.”

“Oh ok. Goodnight, Umama.” Shuri’s heart rose into her throat. Her eyes watering. She flicked off the light before her tear fell. 

“Goodnight. unyana wam (my son)”

#letitia wright #letitiawright #shuri udaku #spotify #shuri fanfiction #shuri x you #shuri fic #shuri x reader #Spotify

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi could you do a Morpheus x reader where the reader is krypton (like supergirl) and they are husband and wife and the reader protects him but the bad guys uses him to get to the reader and they use the green kryptonite which causes the reader to pass out and he catches the reader and carries them to their shared bedroom and waits till the reader wakes up and have a happy ending

Potato Chips

Dream of the Endless x Krypotian!Reader

Summary: "Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mervyn 'i will die for y/n' pumpkinhead, nightmare!dream, protectiveness, fluff?, typos, etc.

A/N: hi nonnie i had a similar request to yours before so i did this alshfasfh and i hope you like it (: Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"My love," is the first thing that my senses register when I relapse into consciousness.

I rouse with a cold sweat. I feel a hot hand on my cheek. My eyes flutter open-- or at least I feel them flutter open. I rub my eyes with my palm and release a groan.

"How are you feeling?" the voice grumbles, deep and loud. It echoes through every crook and chamber; it rings in my ears, effectively waking me up.

I open my eyes, finding I was laid in darkness. I sit up from the cushions and blink rapidly, as if willing the color and light back into my eyes. It doesn't work. But then I see something glimmering in darkness; there were specks of shimmer. Instinctively, I knew it was Dream's eyes.

I reach out to his cheek, "Dream? What's going on?"

The room vibrates when he speaks, "you were hurt."

I straighten up. Yeah, that would explain why I can't see in the dark right now.

I take a moment to think back on the events that happened prior to being submerged in this darkness. Why was it so dark anyway? Am I in the Dreaming?

And then it clicks.

"Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."

"I removed the shard from your side," he speaks tightly. I do my best to really focus on his face but it was just too dark for me to see.

"Dream, why is it so-"

CRACK! There is a loud creaking sound, followed by a voice that steps in with an orange light, "BOSS!"

A similarly orange pumpkin head draws near. The cigarette in his mouth is lit by the candle in his hand, "I finished the torture room."

"Torture room?" I mumble back.

Dream pulls his face away from me and looks at his scarecrow servant. Mervyn does not look at his master at all, even as he says, "very good."

"Wait- what tort-"

"I ordered every nightmare to have at it with the miscreant who was stupid enough to mess with our lady."

Our lady? So he- "Wait- hold on. Why is there a torture-"

Dream pulling away makes my words go dry, that, and finally seeing his form with the help of the one light in the room. I suddenly wish I hadn't looked. He rose up to the ceiling, body long, spindly, dark, matted in material I couldn't make out. He had feathers? Scales? Horns? Claws? Appendages? He was terrifying; a true nightmare, so much so, when my breath caught in my throat, I am stunned and forced to look away.

"Very good, Mervyn," his voice bellows, making a shiver run down my spine.

I feel him look at me. I cannot look back.

"My love," my Nightmare speaks, "I will return in a moment."

I can only squeak in response.

Slowly, the darkness in the room dissipates. When the light touches us again, I turn to Mervyn, who blows out his candle.

I release a sigh, "what was he?"

"What do you mean, milady?" Mervyn takes his cigarette between his fingers.

"I mean Dream! He was-" I place my hands on my head, "he was horned! And- and gooey and -"

"You mean you actually looked?" Mervyn chuckles in surprise, "wow. Love is wild. I've never once felt inclined to look at my lord when he was in nightmare form," he puffs some smoke, "don't worry. It's not for you. It's for the bozo that shot you."

I raise a finger at that, "so the torture room-"

"My best work to date," Mervyn says, "of course," he begins to walk off, "I had to work last minute and overtime," he grumbles on his way to the door, "but, I mean, at least, for once, it's not entirely irrational-" he slams the door on his way out.

#dream of the endless #the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fanfic #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #dream of the endless fluff #morpheus fluff #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #morpheus fanfic #morpheus x you #the sandman x you #dream fluff #nightmare!dream of the endless #dream of the endless x you

[harbingerscry]

Graves Relationship HCs

I am unapologetically down bad for this man, thank you Tech, I am what you created. Big thanks to Luci and Tech for letting me bounce ideas off of them. I also let my southern out while typing this because I feel like this is an appropriate character to do it with.

This contains NSFW content.

Graves loves you, his partner, more than he can verbally express, which is why his hands are constantly on you. In your home, at the store, walking down the road, even on base in front of his Shadows, it does not matter. It could be as simple as him holding your hip or hand. When he's feeling needy or cheeky though, his hand is in the back pocket of your jeans or, if y'all are seated, he's caressing the inside of your thigh and inching ever closer to the heat hidden between your legs. The man is a certified fiend, I don't know what you expected.

Got jewelry on? He's rubbing it between his fingers, fiddling with it, admiring how it feels and how it looks on you. He loves it because he's bought you every piece of jewelry you wear and it serves as a reminder to himself that he can provide for you. It also feeds his possessive nature, even if he won't openly admit it.

Darlin', sweetheart, baby, pumpkin, doll, he's calling you everything under the sun just to see you smile at him.

That all changes at night when he's balls deep inside you, fucking you into the mattress like the man has been deprived of pleasure his whole life. Those cute pet names only serve to mock and tease.

"Fuuuck, look at my little pumpkin~ Not even able to keep those pretty eyes on me when I ask. Always so fuckin' stupid under me." Philip's smirk was wicked as he pulled on the leg hooked over his shoulder, using it as leverage to bully his cock impossibly deeper into you. Fuck if it didn't feel like Heaven as he rocked inside you. He could feel what it did to you too, the way your walls clenched around him even tighter, threatening to push him out as your whines of his name got louder. "Shh, it's okay baby, just take it"

You can bet your sweet ass you have some bruises and you're having to hide some very visible hickies with your favorite concealer. You could have the biggest pout on your lips about it and he'd just be smug as can be.

"Come on sweetheart, just shows how much I love you." You wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face at this moment, but nothing you've ever done has. "We're having lunch with your parent's Phillip!" You were pouting, small tears of frustration threatening to well up. It's not because he marked you, but because the outfit he wanted you to wear left your neck and part of your chest exposed, showing off the small galaxy he had made. Graves' chest jolted as he held back his laughs, pressing his lips to the side of your head like it would help silence him. All you could do was reach around and slap his hip in retaliation which just made him finally laugh out loud. "O-Okay baby, you can pick a different top, just no more poutin'."

Oh yeah, by the way, if he's home and you're getting ready he's switching out whatever you intended to wear with something that pairs well with he's wearing. If he's wearing a white polo and jeans he's pulling out that pretty white and pink floral dress/top he got you for your birthday. It's another small way he makes sure everyone knows you're his.

Also, You and your friends want to go out for the night? He's instantly offering to cook for everyone because he doesn't want you out of the house. You don't know it (or maybe you do) but it's because he can't stand you being where he won't or can't be. It's always cleverly hidden under excuses and reasons that make sense if you don't look too deep. Man is a master manipulator when he needs to be.

"Me and the (ladies/guys) were talking about going to the new restaurant downtown for a (girls/guys) night this Saturday, is that okay with you baby?" You called out from the bathroom of your shared bedroom. Phillip immediately tensed from where he was sat in the bed, the hand he was using to scroll on his iPad stilled as he thought of ways to keep you home. "Well, it was supposed to be a surprise but, I was planning a date night for us that evenin'...." You turned off the bathroom light and you padded over to the bed, climbing in next to him. Your body immediately attached itself to his as you snuggled up. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't know. I could just tell them I can't join?" You couldn't help but feel bad, after all, he worked so hard but still made time for you. "No, I know you want to see your friends. Maybe you and the (ladies/guys) could have your night here and I'll cook?" Phillip turned off his iPad and sat it on the nightstand, making a small show of giving you his undivided attention. "That's a lot though, I don't want you overworking yourself more than you already do..." You bit at your lip as you looked up at him with worry. "Pumpkin, if it makes you happy that ain't nothin'. You deserve to be spoiled. Besides, once they leave we can have our alone time and I'll get all the rest I need." The 'our' was accented by a seductive smirk and kiss to the side of your head as he wrapped an arm around you. When you texted the group chat the following morning everyone was happy to agree to coming over. They love his cooking, plus who would ever say no to free food?

I also have to warn you, Graves is a mama's boy. Luckily though, he's not the kind who worships his mom or picks her side over yours. There have been many times his mother has tried to split the two of you up or been nasty towards you. Each time is happens though it is quickly shut down because Graves' isn't going to put up with it. He'll be down right disrespectful to her when she does it and not even bat an eye when she starts getting upset because you've 'turned her baby against her'. He left home young for multiple reasons and she was one of the biggest ones, regardless of how much he loves her.

At the end of the day, this man would choose very few things over you. He's possessive, cunning, manipulative, but his feelings are very much real. He would never put you in danger or hurt you intentionally. That doesn't mean he hasn't before, when he gets mad his mouth moves before his brain. He's stubborn and doesn't like to apologize, but once he realizes how bad he's fucked up he's doing whatever it takes for you to smile at him again.

#x female reader #x reader #cod mw2 #headcanon #cod modern warfare #phillip graves #x gender neutral reader #modern warfare 2 #call of duty

[luimagines]

Father Time

Another commission!

They asked for father figure! Time who may or ay be their actual dad to a kid who joined the group of heroes. It’s just a sweet little thing. I hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

“Dad!”

“Here we go.”

“Dad! Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Father! Papa! Dadd-”

“Yes! Yes! What?” A laugh tumbles out of his before he can help it. “My, my. You are persistent.”

Giggles follow soon after before a smaller force collides into his back. Time shakes his head, putting his hands over the smaller arms that wrap around him.

Multiple heads turn their way, before snapping back in a failed attempt at subtlety. Time takes a mental note of it, although he’s not entirely sure if there will ever be a moment where he could properly attend to it. 

“I have a request.” The younger one popped their head from around his side. A newer addition to the group. They’ve seemed to have taken a liking to him and Time to them. Something about them was enough to loosen his nerve and façade. 

They smile and let go of him, instead using the opportunity to hang off of his arm and swing it with wild abandon. They can’t be much older than their Sailor, perhaps by a year or two, but they act younger than the other ones their age. It’s stunning, seeing the difference their adventures mark on the heroes. They don’t claim to be one of the chosen, at least. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time and now they’re traveling with the group.

Time shakes his head, letting them do as they please with his arm. He can still feel lingering stares from the boys. “What is it?”

“Why do you only have cute nicknames for the Rancher and the Champion?” They pout. “Seems a bit unfair, don’t you think? I’d like one too.”

Time trips over his own foot for a second before he takes his arm away. Before the kid can get the wrong idea, he wraps it around their shoulders and pulls them into a headlock, ruffling their hair. 

“H-hey! Let me go! That’s not part of the deal!” They cry, trying to push him away.

Time laughs, letting them go. He gives them a beat so that they can recover from the onslaught before he replies to their question. While they hold the top of their head in exaggerated defeat, Time guides them back to keep moving forward. “The Rancher is an exception and the Champion’s name was chosen for him by said rancher. No one else has nicknames.”

He smirks. They pout harder.

They cross their arms and look away from him now. It’s as if he has offended their very existence. “I still think it’s blatant favoritism. How come I don’t get one?!”

Time doesn’t think he’s winning this one. Somewhere in the group he can hear a snicker from one of the boys. Hidden, breathy mummers about him being a pushover reach his ears, but with the kid standing in front of him with a finger to his chest, there's little he can do to address it. 

He puts his hands up instead. “Alright. What would you like to be called?”

“Noooo!!!” They groan, tossing their arms over their head. “That’s not how this works!”

Time snorts, ruffling their hair once more for good measure. “Am I supposed to come up with one for you then?”

They don’t try to fight him this time. “...Yes...”

Time nods, purposely walking away from them. “I suppose you’d want it to be all your own.”

“Yes! No copying others!” They seem to brighten, happily following his footsteps.

Putting his hands behind his back, he tries to think of something that would work. Given that this seems to be important to them, he doesn’t want to brush it aside. Even if he wants to give them a hard time for a little longer.

“How about Honeybee?”

“No way!”

“Pumpkin?”

“I’m not a little kid.”

“Sport?”

“Come on!”

“Champ?”

“Dad!”

Time snorts, covering his mouth. “Ok, ok ok.”

They huff and puff, trying to keep up the act of their pride. But when they think he’s not looking, they let a little sliver of a grin peak past their defenses. They’re just as much fun with it as he is.

“I say you can call them Honey Bear.” Wild breaks the silence. “With their sweet tooth, I’m surprised they haven’t shortened my supply.”

“Honeybee would be a little more accurate with how they never seem to sit still.” Warrior laughs to himself. “Busy as a bee as they say.”

“I like Honeybee.” Time mutters, still thinking about it. He looks over to the kid to get a reaction but instead they seem a little red in the face and they seem to be biting their lip. “How about that?”

“It’s cheating because the Captain thought of it first.” They grumble, even as their cheeks darken.

Warrior lets out a small cry of victory while Time knows that he has to think of something else.

“How about I just call you Honey from now on?” He leans down to look them in the eye. “Is that ok, Honey?”

They finally struggle to hold eye contact, even as a blinding, if shy, smile adorns their face. “It’s ok…”

“Our turn!” Wind cheers, bounding up to attach himself to Time’s other arm. “We all get nicknames too, right? Otherwise it’s blatant favoritism.” 

Time gets caught off guard. “Um- well.. I… sure? I don’t see why not but I didn’t think that-”

“Awesome! Then it’s time for all of us to have one. Except Twilight and Wild since they already have nicknames.” Wind puts Time’s hand in his own hair. “And Honey, of course.”

The kid on his other side blushes. “H-hey! Only dad can call me that! You just call me by my name!”

Wind sticks his tongue out, still holding Time’s hand hostage. They stick their tongue out in return.

Time sighs, ruffling both of their heads as he looks to the rest of the group. They all seem to be looking at him expectantly. 

So he gives them names and his is Dad.

#linked universe #lu time #linkeduniverse #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #how many time am i going to use the pun in the title? #as many times as it takes for it to stop being relevent #XD

[galaxywhump]

i would love to see daniel making what he feels like is a mistake with wren (similar to how he fucked up with wren getting attacked by the local wildlife in the beginning of the story). like he pushes wren too far without realizing it, or hurts him in a way he didn't intend to (like rope failure during suspension bondage). love to see wren suffering and i also love to see daniel feeling guilty so like. best of both worlds lol

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, suspension, dislocation.

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“Uh, could you… check the ropes again? Something’s weird about the balance.”

“I know what I’m doing, sweetheart.”

“But-”

“Just trust me. Besides, just a few more pictures and we’ll be done, okay?”

Daniel snaps a picture. One of the knots in the elaborate ropework keeping Wren suspended snaps too.

It happens in a blink of an eye. Wren becomes certain that something is wrong with Daniel’s handiwork, that it wasn’t just his imagination, and in the next moment his body jolts downwards. If that was the end of it, it wouldn’t be bad - he’d just be a bit startled, he’d get to savor Daniel being proven wrong, but, unfortunately, he mostly did know what he was doing.

Wren’s right arm was still secured with rope, and when he shifted, it stayed in exactly the same position.

He sees stars. His scream of agony comes out as a strained gasp. His shoulder is on fire.

Daniel curses, sets his camera aside and rushes to start painstakingly undoing the knots while Wren hyperventilates, eyes wide, forehead lined with cold sweat.

"I told you!" he chokes out, close to sobbing. "I fucking told you and you didn't- Why the fuck didn't you believe me?!"

Daniel doesn't answer, focused on untying the ropes; Wren's shaky breathing is the only sound. When he's finally freed, the pain only gets worse when his shoulder shifts, and he can't stop tears from falling from his eyes. It hurts so much, a completely new pain. Daniel cradles him in his arms, petting his hair, and the look of remorse on his face is nowhere near as satisfying as it would be if Wren could think more clearly.

"I'm sorry," Daniel says, carefully laying his hand on Wren's injured shoulder, making him tense up and gasp. "Next time I'll make sure the ropes are secure."

"Next time?!" Wren cries. “My shoulder is-”

"I know, I know. And… I need to set it, so be still. Just trust me."

"Again?! You just fucking showed me why-"

Once again, he doesn't get to finish his sentence - with practiced confidence Daniel grabs his arm, lifts it up, and pulls, and Wren howls in agony feeling it pop back into place.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay now,” Daniel whispers, holding Wren close as he struggles to breathe. “You can rest.” He sighs, then the corners of his mouth rise in a playful smirk. “First that animal, now this. I guess I’ll just ask Berkeley to bring me some new rope next time so there’s no more accidents, hm? I really am sorry, though. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“You didn’t learn shit,” Wren rasps, somehow mustering enough strength and clarity to glare at Daniel, who, much to his fury, laughs.

“See how quickly you bounce back? You’re stronger than you realize, sweetheart.”

Wren presses his lips tightly together and shakes his head. He’s not strong enough to fight back in a way that matters, not strong enough to escape. At the moment his strength seems completely meaningless to him, and he’s so tired of staying strong this way when Daniel only seems to find delight in it.

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#slavery whump #forced relationship whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #dislocation whump #wren rackham #daniel rooney #sv-240 #my writing #this has been sitting in my drafts for ages #i was trying to find inspiration by going through my inbox and remembered it #love the concept anon! #i hope you like it even though it's pretty short #the doc name is 'oopsie' btw

[dracofuego]

A Strange Thing Called Love pt 1.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Draco Malfoy meets someone that tries to change his heart. He is conflicted on letting her into his life or suppressing her completely.

Genre: Slowburn, Angst, a bit of Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hi! This is my first Draco series and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I am writing it. This series is inspired by some songs from The Smashing Pumpkins, and the idea came to me while I was listening to them at like 2am lol.

Chapter 1: First Interaction

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The first interaction with him was around third year, when you were trailing behind him in one of the corridors. Lost in a daze, the only sounds echoing were the tapping's of each of your feet against the floor. Each step that you took was then followed by his up ahead, harmonizing the sounds perfectly. Something lands between your two feet, disrupting the sequence of your footsteps. Looking down, you notice a piece of parchment. You pick it up, the rough texture of the material gliding against your fingertips. Without trying to snoop too much, you look at the top of the parchment for any sort of identification; Draco Malfoy. It was then when you bothered to move your head up and look straight ahead.

The boy continued his strides, unbeknownst that the piece of parchment had completely fallen off between the book he was holding against his side. You run after him, hoping to reach him just in time before he heads off to who knows where. Endurance was never your specialty and you mentally curse for Malfoy to walk so fast.  But you knew that this was something that could be significantly important to him, and you knew in your heart that you would feel guilty if you didn’t do something about it. Your body is now several feet away from him. It was as if he was in his deepest thoughts, as the sounds of your footsteps growing closer and closer did not startle him. The sudden flick of your hands against his shoulder was what caught his attention, and when he turned around, the words that you wanted to say were caught up in your throat.  Time seemed to have stood still, and the boy noticed your freezing pose. His eyebrows arch up, confused as to why this random girl he has never seen in his life had touched his shoulder. 

“What do you want?” The arrogance in his voice was apparent, but that didn’t stop your heart beatings from going faster. His ice gray eyes gaze down to your short stature, then slowly back up to your frail hands, trembling against the brown parchment holding so dearly to your chest. A tint of redness landed on your soft cheeks, like honey crisp apples. 

“Y-you dropped this… I didn’t want you to l-lose it.” You couldn’t help but stutter. Your eyes bore into his, afraid that he would soon catch on to your embarrassment. He took the parchment from your hands, and you briefly felt the coldness of his fingers, a coldness that seemed to have also lingered in his silver irises. He gives one last look at you before he giving a quick nod and turns back, walking further into the corridor.

The next several nights you would stare at the dark ceiling up above, your mind replaying the events that happened earlier that week. You heard things about Draco Malfoy, most of which weren’t great. So why did you keep thinking about him? Even when your eyes, right before you go to sleep, you see his face. His platinum blonde hair styled carefully, with a few of the light strands falling against his forehead. His alabaster skin complemented his pearly silver irises. Like northern constellations, his beauty would illuminate in the darkest of nights. You still recall the way his eyes met yours, along with his fingers, his eyes had a coldness, and it was a coldness so intense it hurt.

You knew you couldn’t help your feelings. You developed a liking on Draco Malfoy. But you barely know him, which is pathetic really. How could you like someone you have never really met? While you both did have a few classes together, you never had the courage to go up to him directly. The thought of doing that only made you panic. Besides, he was always with his Slytherin friends, who are just as bad as what everyone else says about them. You can only admire him from afar, either in the Great Hall or in a class where you had a glimpse of him. There were a few times where he caught on to your gaze, but never bothered with it. 

Fast forward to fifth year and you are starting with your first class, potions. Potions was never your favorite subject. You weren’t exactly bad at the class, but you weren’t the smartest either. It wasn’t the class itself that you disliked, if anything you were mostly intimidated by Professor Snape. He does not have any problem calling out students. He had a sixth sense of knowing which students did or did not study, or if they even bothered listening to him in class. Luckily for you, he has only put you on the spot once within the entire years of having potions with him, and you only hope to keep it that way. He belittled you for forgetting one of the most significant ingredients for one of the potions he taught earlier that week. Feeling humiliated was definitely an understatement. The bickering and giggles of the students behind you had only made you feel worse. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing and calling you a filthy, idiotic mudblood. From the corner of your eye, Pansy Parkinson joined along with them, and to her right you caught a glimpse of Draco with a smirk. It would be a lie to say your heart didn’t feel any pain with the sight of his lips turning upward with the mention of his friends making fun of you. But you weren’t going to let that bring you down. But it was upsetting to have feelings for Draco despite it all.

Being one of the first few students to arrive in the classroom, you had the privilege of choosing the seat you wanted to take. You didn’t like sitting in the front of the class, as that would make you feel too exposed to Professor Snape, and you’d rather not make eye contact with him every single time, let alone try and call on you. As much as you wished to sit in the back of the classroom, you knew that was also another terrible option. That would only make you seem hidden, and thus, giving him more of a chance to put you on the spot in class, especially since it is easier for students to doze off without getting caught. Which leads to the middle, being the safest option for you at least, and you didn’t hesitate to set your satchel on one of the empty middle tables.

You take out your quill, ink, and notebook. Dabbing the quill into the dark ink, you open the first page of your notebook, writing down your name and date on the top left corner. Taking out the textbook for the class you began to re-read the lesson for the day. The classroom starts getting louder as more students begin entering and shuffling around in their seats while taking out their materials. You felt someone sitting next to you, but didn’t bother looking up as you were too busy concentrating on the textbook in front of you. It wasn’t until the sound of Professor Snape’s voice did you look up and close your textbook. 

And it was as if the universe was finally reading your thoughts, because sitting to your right was Draco Malfoy. A light-hearted rush of adrenaline went through your veins, your heart palpitating at an accelerating rate against your chest. Crimson red was now flowing through your supple cheeks, your fingers nervously tapping against the parchment of your notebook. Looking to your right again, you see his hand reaching the inside of his satchel. His eyebrows were furrowed, almost stressed as his hands continued to search for whatever he was missing. Observing the materials in front of him, he had his notebook and ink out and prepared, but no quill.

Your small delicate hands make way to your brown satchel, reaching inside for an extra quill that you always have just in case. Your body turns towards Malfoy, his silver eyes still searching through the inside of his satchel, the sun reflecting perfectly off his milky white hair.

“I have an extra quill. '' His eyes meet yours, and there again you feel the crimson red of your cheeks deepening much more. “..of course it’s up to you if you want to take it. I’m just offering it to you so you don’t miss out on the lesson today.” you continued. 

He doesn’t say anything at first. His slender finger reaches up for a bit but pauses, almost hesitating your generous offer. You give him a soft smile, easing the awkward tension between the two of you. He takes the quill from your fingers and quickly nods, before turning his body forward and starts writing in his notebook.

Potions seemed to fly by faster than you expected. A part of you is upset the class is over so quickly, as you won’t be sitting next to Malfoy anymore, though the two of you didn’t interact at all during the entire class period. The other part is grateful so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him already, and you were sure he noticed you blushing earlier today like your first interaction with him. Gathering your materials and placing them in your satchel, you quickly run out of the classroom, unbeknownst of a silver pair of irises watching you. 

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“You seem delightful today, Y/N.” You were sitting in the Great Hall eating a sandwich with your close friend, Sofia. Her long deep auburn locks flowed carelessly against her tan skin, her ocean-like eyes observing you carefully. 

“How can you read me so well, Fifi?”

“You’re an open-book so tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” 

Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, you debated on telling her the exact truth. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, if anything she is one of your best friends and you know any secret you tell her is safe, but you just didn’t want to go through the embarrassment again. She told you that you could find someone better. 

“Potions went well today.” A half-truth, because technically you did have a good day, you were just avoiding the whole explanation of it.

“Oh, fun!” she gleamed. “So what happened?” 

You sighed, debating how you were going to tell her. Leaning in close, not wanting for anyone else to hear you softly whisper, “Malfoy sat next to me today and I gave him my quill.”

Sofia took notice of how fidgety you were getting, your eyes were looking at everything around the room, searching for a sense of comfort. A big smile forms on her lips, eyes shining bright “Really?! What happened next?”

“..That’s it. That’s all that happened.” You tried not to laugh, it was ridiculous that the two of you didn’t have any interaction whatsoever during the entire class period besides offering him your quill. Not even a simple thank you. The thought of it does kind of sting, but being the person that you are, you shrugged it off, and hoped that deep inside he meant no ill will.  

“Merlin, Y/N it’s been like two years since you’ve liked him and you were given the one opportunity to try and converse with him and you didn’t even do that?” 

Your hands motioned to her to keep quiet, afraid to expose your secret to everyone at Hogwarts. To be fair, almost half of the girls at Hogwarts already had a crush on Malfoy, but you being a muggleborn would be a whole different story.

“Actually, I did offer him my quill and told him he could take it if he wanted to, that it was his choice. But he just took it and didn’t say anything.” huffing, you start playing with your wand against your fingers, avoiding eye contact with Sofia.

She sighs, “Oh, Y/N. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. I don’t want to be a debbie downer but you have a big heart with that pretty little body, and you deserve someone that will see you for what you are. Not some posh kid who thinks he’s better than everyone. Plus, who knows if he will sit next to you again in Potions or whatever other class you might have. I just.. don't want you to get hurt.”

You hated to admit but she is right. Malfoy wasn’t exactly the best person to be around, especially with how superior he feels to everyone, including muggles. And being a muggleborn you knew that you had absolutely no chance. You just had to try and convince yourself to do better. And maybe Cupid’s arrow made a mistake pulling back and shooting his sweetheart’s bow right into your heart that one night in the corridors.

But that all changed once again when you see him later that evening at the Astronomy Tower.

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"Sssssh...haah!—the hell are you doing?!"

the words spilled from your mouth so suddenly that both of you were taken aback with differing reactionsof course.

(y/n)'s expression being that of shock and slight pain; contrasting your husband's with a faint smirk on those pretty features of his.

"Relax. It doesn't even hurt that bad..besides..you look too damn good right now."

the words were of little consolation to the stinging pain you were experiencing.

the sensation loomed over your trembling body as another warm droplet made contact with your skin. Hardened beads of white plastered to your rich, mahogany skin and only more were being added to the collection.

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say! It's not burning your—ahh! Fuck.."

your words were once again halted by the feeling of hot wax trickling onto your exposed abdomen.

those brown eyes fluttered and closed shut as you squeezed your fingers into your palms; restrained wrists grinding against the cold metal of the handcuffs pinning you to the headboard.

thick thighs and legs folded up to your chest level as the intricate knots of the leather rope bind them in place. Your round ass lie positioned in the air, in perfect view for him.

"I didn't do all of this for nothing, babe! You said I could have whatever I want and that was to see this pretty body covered in wax, right?”

it was his birthday and naturally, just like any other day, you wanted to give your man whatever he desired. After all, he did earn it!

however, when trying to cultivate the perfect gift for someone like Ace, it wasn't as simple as fancy cakes and dinners.

he wanted to do the utmost! Which included making you his personal toy. That's exactly how you ended up in this predicament.

tied up, covered in hot candle wax and being slutted out by this sexy ass psychopath. Even after after two years of marriage, it was damn near impossible to figure him out.

"If it hurts so bad, pumpkin, then why do you keep smiling and moaning? Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am."

positioned on his knees that were pressed into the mattress, he stood above your frame; enjoying you in the extremely vulnerable state as he hovered that candle over your body.

it was like a game to him; seeing how long it'd take for you to break and completely lose all control for him. But you wouldn't make it easy.

even if it was his evening.

soon, that heated stick would begin releasing droplets all over your flesh and you couldn't take it! Your toes curled and you'd tighten any slack in those restraints as you bucked against them.

"AHHH! Fuuuuuck...I fucking hate you."

your words weren't cognizant of your actions whatsoever because you were flailing in laughter.

he was focusing primarily on your ass and stomach but a few strays managed to hit your breasts as well and it stung!

..but it felt so fucking good all the same. Although you were being resistant, your facial expressions read otherwise.

the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain plaguing your sensory nerves.

"Is that right, sweetheart? Because I call bullshit."

your chest rising and falling, the sharp gasps and pitiful moans..it was getting him riled up and that was an understatement!..

you'd tilt your head to the left and spot that growing bulge in his boxers. There was no doubt that he was a sadist and this had awoken something in him.

but you'd catch temporary relief when he paused to swirl his tongue around in your mouth and examine his work.

splaying his palms with residue of those formed beads, Ace massaged your sore thighs as they remained pent up.

"You know why? Because you're soaking wet, babe..look at that."

his next focal point was your swollen clit that he'd proceed to lay a couple of slaps on just to garner your reaction.

followed by high pitched yelps and sharp moaning, you'd start to laugh again because it was possible, your inner masochist was starting to appear.

he'd pull apart those thick lips, squeezing them before spreading to expose those pretty pink folds. You couldn't handle the way he was toying with your body!

"Ooooh, baby.."

"You want me to play with your little pussy? Rub on that clit?.."

the question was completely rhetorical as it was obvious by the line of slick covering your cunt that it was exactly what you wanted..what you needed and even craved.

"Yes! Please.."

laughing as he granted your request, your husband began rolling his finger pads across that little bud, even slowly swiping his thumb along the hooded area.

"Using our manners again? Damn, you must really want me to make you come, huh?"

chewing into your bottom lip, you'd tug on those restraints until he smacked your ass and told you to stop moving.

the sooner you realized that you weren't in control, the easier this would be. Every time you'd try to fight back, he'd hoist that candle and sprinkle droplets on your skin.

"Haaaa!—that's not funnyyy, stop!"

but he begged to differ and couldn't stop cackling at your facial expressions. The way it scrunched up and your toes curled was adorable.

meanwhile, Ace was still teasing your clit, and massaging your folds.

"Awww, but why would I do that? You're so cute when you're flailing around like this."

he was such an asshole sometimes but you loved him and loved how he was making you feel right now. The more he caressed that little bud, the more pressure you felt residing in the pit of your stomach.

he'd even reach up to pinch your nipples and squeeze on your breasts.

you were mere seconds from squirting and tightening around his fingers so he withdrew and slapped your ass yet again.

"Ah—no cheating, babe. You don't come without my permission. You know better."

"But!—"

"But nothing..play with me and I won't you let you nut at all. Understood?"

nodding your head, you were on the brink of completely breaking..

and he'd greet you with slaps to the cheek after your acknowledgment.

"Good girl. Now you hold it in until I tell you."

but he could only withstand so much teasing himself before it got to him. Those boxers had grown too tight and watching you coat his fingers had him longing to feel it on his dick.

maneuvering from the side to your exposed front, Ace worked his last remaining clothing article down his legs. Putting out that flickering candle for a moment and setting it aside.

that thick, aching length sprang forth and stood upright when he released it.

it was so pretty and right now, (y/n) longed for nothing more than for it to be balls deep inside of you..

stroking the shaft, he'd suck his teeth and bend forward to adjust. "Fuuuck, look what you did to me, baby. Got my shit all hard."

that would make you smile because it was no hiding the fact that you were his biggest weakness. The man was obsessed with you..

but watching him tower over you with that look in his eye was quite arousing as well. Placing his palms into your quaking thighs, his weight soon began to bare down on your body as he prepared to slide in.

however, before that could happen, he wanted a quick taste of your dribbling nectar.

"A man's gotta have his cake and eat it too, right?"

dark brown eyes glaring over your large breasts and slightly pudgy tummy as that tongue delved into your hole.

a few licks and soft kisses to quell you before pounding your pussy always done the trick.

"Oh my gosh...baby.."

"Yes..keep grinding it in my face. Fuck my tongue, babe. You taste so fucking good.."

you couldn't move much but that little bit of leeway allowed you to buck your hips forward. That whiny tone of his getting you each and every time.

slurping noises began to amplify throughout the room and you only wished you were free of these restraints to run your fingers through his hair as he ate you out.

meanwhile, his left hand stroked his cock as a means to edge himself.

he figured you didn't deserve to suffer alone! Besides, it would make the actual sex more intense..

but if neither of you felt relief soon, it was going to be bad..so he'd give your clit one last peck before sitting upright and sliding himself across your slit.

it felt so warm at first instant, that he had to clench his jaw to refrain from ejaculating too soon.

grasping your thighs, he'd prepare to pace himself by going slow.

"I can't wait to fuck you..bury my dick deep in this fat little pussy, baby..that's the best gift I could ever ask for. Are you going to let me? Can I have it, princess?"

when he begged like this, it was impossible not to cave. You could see how desperate and needy he was..

"Yes, it's yours, baby! Take it.."

and before your words could even form into a complete sentence, he was nestled inside of you instantly. That initial sensation elicited a loud moan from you both.

walls practically clutching him from jump and he didn't waste another second before moving his hips. Gently thrusting in and out as he found his rhythm.

slow strokes ensuing along with sloppy tongue kisses, making the moment even more intense.

"I love you..God, I love you so much, (y/n). For letting me slow fuck you like this..for letting me use your body. You're so goddamned good to me, baby."

as his voice ascended into a higher pitch, his thrusts followed suit into a faster pace. It would seem he was softening for the moment.

as he really had no other choice because you felt amazing.

smacking sounds from your slimy mixture joining the fray as well. That tight, sopping cunt barely even wanting to contain him..

breathing heavily, your moans infiltrated his ear and made him swell inside of you. It was throbbing..only minutes from bursting.

"I love you too, baby..that dick feels so fucking good.."

"Well..you gotta open that pussy up for me, princess. You're squeezing so tight I can barely fit."

you'd try your best but all of the sensations at once were overwhelming;

stinging from the wax, overstimulation, the pain of the restraints and his constant cooing.

but you managed to unclench so he could bury at least to the shaft. You were so afraid that if you did, you'd wind up climaxing prematurely and he'd punish you for it.

but he worked his way in and when he did, you'd arch your back in unison.

"Good girl..that's it. Oh..you're taking me so well. So proud of you sweetheart, good job."

he was going so deep, rhythmically swaying his lower body to bury himself to the hilt. Meanwhile, you'd meet him with creamy reciprocation for each one.

eventually, the bed would begin to rock underneath you and he became primal.

he was reaching the bottom half of your stomach, even watching himself bulge in and out so he was happy.

huffing and breathing heavily when the feeling intensified; overcome by your wetness. Soon, you'd feel yourself on the brink of fainting as you had been withholding for a while.

your eyes began to trail backwards into your head but you were quickly awoken by slaps to your cheek and hands around your throat.

"No..stay with me, princess. I need to see those pretty eyes while I fuck the shit out of you. Look at me."

and you knew he was serious from the deep tone. It was becoming harder to though and soon, he was balls deep, slamming to the hilt inside of you.

his feet had even come off of the mattress a little when he burrowed over your frame and pounded that tight core to oblivion.

"Oh shit! Fuck, you're so deep in me, baby! I'm gonna come. Please let me come, I can't take it!"

loud cries and wails escaping your lips in a plea to release all over that shaft didn't fall on deaf ears. He felt the exact sentiment and was ready to allow it.

those tears in your eyes were a sign of you holding back for too long so he didn't want to make you wait any longer.

reaching down to roll his thumb across your clit, he'd lean over to feed your more slow tongue kisses. Your gazes locked and and he'd swipe his other thumb across your cheek.

"You're right there, I can feel it. Let's come together, alright? You don't have to hold back anymore."

that was music to your ears and it didn't come a moment too soon. Sweat pooling around your foreheads...

grunts becoming louder and before long, he was pounding you, making sure he was nestled deep inside for his release.

"Oh God! Yes!"

the two of you shouted at the same time as you reached those climatic peaks together.

his warm, silky nut spilling out of your aching body in strings as he cried out. Your creaminess had also decorated his entire shaft.

when he pulled out slowly, he was still dripping and a little erect, a sign of just how much you turned him on.

but right now, all he could do was stare into those beautiful brown eyes of yours. That's all he cared about was making sure that you were alright...

giving you more soothing pecks, he'd rub a hand down your stomach and breasts. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.

"..hey, you did wonderful, baby. How do you feel?"

"Amazing. A little better if I could get these ropes off."

that would illicit a laugh from you both and he'd take note.

"Right..on it!"

"Wait—"

but before he did, you'd nudge him over for one last kiss and your tongue swirled so eloquently around his that he damn near went for round two.

but you were both entirely too spent for that. Regardless, this was an experience you enjoyed, aside from the pain.

"Happy birthday, baby..I love you."

"I love you more, princess."

the perfect ending to a perfect night, one you would remember for a very long time. And who knows? Maybe he'd let the roles be reversed for your special day..

but that would be short lived!

as he carefully unfastened those knots and cut the restraints, you'd watch him and it was as if he knew what was on your mind.

climbing from the bed after gathering his bearings and freeing you, he'd make sure you were okay first.

"I'll go run us a bath..get you all cleaned up."

you'd nod to him and before you could get the words from your mouth good, your tone gave it away.

"And babe? Get that look out of your eye, there's no way I'm letting you do this to me. You'd get carried away."

huffing, your lips would form into a cute pout as he walked into the bathroom.

"Well I guess a girl can dream."

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