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aliypop · 5 months

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Santa Claus Is Back In Town

Word Count: 1,062

Writers Note: This is a Christmas one shot I had in mind and I dedicate it to @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1965 and Cecelia and the twins are decorating the tree with an unsuspected return from Elvis

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Graceland December 1965

Christmas was always a favorite holiday in the Graceland mansion. The driveway lined with Christmas trees and lights and the usual Tennessee snow on the ground. It was beginning to feel like Christmas, but it was still missing. Something, Cecelia had been looking at the picture of Elvis by the stairs, wistfully wishing he was here to make the season. But he was in California filming another movie that he'd complain about, and she'd listen and give him advice.

"Mmm... We could put the garland here..." Cecelia smiled, telling one of the maids to place it. In her hand was a champagne glass of hot chocolate covered in peppermints, and in her other a string of Christmas lights. She had wanted to get the main interior decorating done before Jesse and Elaine woke up and began to wreak four-year-old havoc upon the house and her. It wasn't to say Cecelia didn't love her kids. She did, and she adored them. She'd do anything for them, but sometimes a mama bear needed a break too.

"Mama?" both Jesse and Elaine were at the steps rubbing their eyes,

"Down here." Jesse and Elaine's eyes both got huge when they saw the decorations. It looked as if Santa Claus was living with them, and they were in bliss. Cecelia could see their eyes twinkling, and for a moment, they both looked like their father whenever he was around Christmas decorations. Oh, how Cecelia was missing him,

"Is... Is, is daddy back yet?" Elaine asked as she sat on the couch in the living room, kicking her feet back and forth. Elaine was a daddy's girl through and through, so much so. She was born with his brownish-blonde hair and his smile,

"Noy yet, pumpkin. But I can call him and see." Cecelia smiled, walking towards the phone, "He might be busy filming."

"Another one!" Jesse smiled, "I like Papa's movies! My favoritest one is."

"GI BLUES!" The twins said together as Cecelia snickered. It was one of her favorites, too.

"Daddy looks pretty in it!" Elaine smiled as Jesse stuck his tongue out,

"Nu-uh, he looks like a superhero!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Cecelia only shook her head as she dialed the number. So much personality in such little bodies. If she said so herself. Cecelia could hear the operators switching the lines as the kids continued to bicker,

"Hello, is Elvis Presley still on set?" Cecelia asked. The door had begun to creak open, and the strong Memphis winter wind began to blow through, "Kids, could you close the door." She shivered as they both stood awe-struck. Putting a finger to his lips, the kids stayed quiet.

"Hello..."

"Hey, honey?" Elvis said,

"How's filming going?"

"Well... it's just ridiculous. A talking camel!" He huffed as the kids giggled, "How's the decorating going?"

"Not as fun without you."

"Well, it looks good to me. Course, the tree's a bit bare..."

"What do you mean bare you're not even..."

"Turn around, mommy!" Jesse shouted as Cecelia squealed, hugging her husband. Elvis dropped his bags as he held her.

"You weren't supposed to be back yet?!"

"17-day shoot," He shrugged as he kissed her face, the twins groaning in disgust. "I could go back..."

"No, no, stay." Cecelia smiled, pulling him toward the couch, "After all, only you can reach the star on the tree." she smirked as he kissed her forehead. Decorating the tree was the best part of getting into the Christmas spirit. Except for when the kids started taking their direction, it wasn't that either parent wanted to cut their creativity.

"Jesse, that's such a creative place to put an ornament..." Cecelia said behind gritted teeth. Elvis blinked, looking at his wife and then back at the tree.

"It's touching three other ones..."

"Elvis baby, I know It's driving me crazy, but it's the kid's favorite thing about Christmas aside from Santa." She said as she handed him a cup of hot chocolate.

"Mama! Papa, it's pretty right!" Jesse asked

"Mhmm!" They both replied. Elvis sipped the hot chocolate as he then looked at Cecelia,

"When did you start drinkin spiked Coco?"

"Since Jerry showed Rosa how to make it." Cecelia laughed a little. Elvis had cuddled closer into her until he heard a voice from behind the tree saying,

"This candy cane tastes funny!"

"Oh God, Elaine, get that out'cha mouth. We've had those since 57!" Elvis rushed over as Cecelia snickered. It was nice that Elvis was back home for Christmas.

"Mama, look! I'm an angel!" Jesse came back into the living room covered in tinsel. Cecelia snickered as Elvis's laughter fled the room.

"How about we play in the snow!" He suggested as the twins got excited,

"Can we, mama, please!" their beautiful eyes glanced at her.

"Oh, alright, but I wanna see mittens on my kittens got it." They both nodded, racing upstairs.

"Seems we're alone, Mrs. Presley..." Elvis said as he lay next to her on the couch.

"Seems so... Mr. Presley," she gave him a peck on the lips. His hand was her on her thigh. And his lips near her neck as she shivered,

"Think we got time for..."

"SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!" was all they heard.

"Parenting calls." Elvis sighed a little as she blushed,

"Ah, ah. Coats, I'm not taking care of three sick Presleys." Cecelia said as she had gotten out their winter coats. The four of them were now outside playing in the snow, having snowball fights.

"Jesse, don't eat the snow!"Cecelia groaned.

"Oh, Cece, we used to do it." Elvis smiled, taking some and eating it as the kids giggled,

"Daddy, you're silly!" Elaine laughed as she ate some of the snow. Cecelia had joined in as she shrugged, she could be a hard ass of a mom, but she still remembered what it was like to have fun too once. As the sun began to set, Cecelia and Elvis sang and tucked the kids into bed. Watching from the hallway, they looked so peaceful,

"I'll go fix the tree..." Cecelia said as Elvis pulled her body close to his,

"Or you can fix my tree..." he winked,

"Meet me downstairs, and you can unwrap me like a bow..." untying a bit of her robe, he saw a short red velvet dress under it.

"Santa Claus is back in town..." He smirked.

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #new series #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis the pelvis #poc oc x elvis #Cecelia valmos #fanfiction rewrite #Spotify #one shot #elvis one shot fanfic #60s elvis #60s #christmas fic

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1-8oo-wtfbro · 7 months

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does anyone know of a good rewrite of Teen Wolf with Stiles as the main character/from Stiles’ perspective? i want to watch the show, but i fell in love with his character and i don’t think i can watch it knowing he’s not the mc :,)

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where-s-all-blue · 8 months

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*peeks in*

I am still alive, I just wasn't feeling the aster.

Oh and the DenDenTea Side R is getting a rewrite because I had to move devices and the data regarding that got corrupted during the move, so yeehaw pardner, we redoing it all but better.

*goes back into the void*

...

*peeks again*

I'll be putting a lot more stuff into the rewrite, including how I view it when people attempt to force you into writing a story to be for their liking instead of what you want (and more over my feelings about people wanting me to write romance that involve a character who represents me, a man who is on asexual spectrum), it won't be bashing or anything, I'll just use it as a literary tool to let people in a way learn how the R I want to write is as a person, and I won't be going into it too often, frankly speaking I plan to mention it maybe once.

Cheers.

-R

Ps, the ask box is still open and you're more than welcome to ask me stuff and headcanons, however I haven't kept up with One Piece since the beginning of Wano Arc due to mental health related things.

#den den mushi #den den tea #den den tea side R #fanfiction rewrite

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narutardad · 7 months

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One

(This is just a rewrite of an old fanfiction I wrote for Marvel back in 2016 so I'm refurbishing it.)

The deafening sound of the Quinjet drowned out the sound of the blood rushing in Loch’s ears as she helped her fellow Avenger into the back of the aircraft. Both her and Peter were covered in dirt and ash, but both of them had smiles plastered across their exhausted faces. A hoard of S.H.I.E.L.D agents piled in behind them, several of them holding the target of their mission by her arms. Loch felt pity for her as they sat the young woman down. Her eyes full of hatred but also a glimmer of defeat.

The mission was an in and out capture. Under the orders of Sam Wilson, Loch and Peter were sent out to a safe house for an organization called The Rat Kings. The mission was almost a bust when they found out the targets were tipped off that they were coming. They were surprised to find one of the members of the Rat Kings still there, trying to defend the hoard of stolen weapons hidden within the building.

Loch didn’t sit down as the aircraft took off. Instead, she wandered to the cockpit, collapsing into the co-pilot’s chair next to a woman with tight features and a sleek bun. Agent Moras. A bright pilot with S.H.I.E.L.D.

“How’d it go?” she asked and Loch smiled, kicking her feat up on the dash.

“Buuuummer. Only caught one of them. Pretty sure someone saw the quinjets crossing the border. Probably why they scattered.”

The quinjet began to soar across the sky, the stealth panels reflecting the clouds above them, rendering them nearly impossible to see. Loch leaned his seat back, and pulled out his phone. As they passed over restricted airspace, the signal blipped in and out occasionally but once they were back in Manhattan, he could confidently text with two bars of data.

LS: Target acquired. ETA 15 minutes. I’d like a bean burrito when we land, thx.

He watched as the send symbol became a delivered symbol and then a read symbol. Three dots appeared at the top of the messenger as the recipient began to write back. He watched patiently, half heartedly listening to his mission partner talk.

“Look, I’m really sorry about… you know… dropping that building on you. It was an accident if I’m being honest-” Peter attempted to make amends with the cuffed criminal, who ignored his every word.

OM: No bean burritos. Make sure you and Parker report to Sam when you land.

LS: Oh come on. It’s been a long day. I’ll come over to your shithole and do your laundry for you.

OM: …

OM: I can do my own laundry, kid.

LS: And I’ll make sure to fold your socks.

OM: …

OM: What do you want on it?

Loch smiled and punched in her order before resting her eyes for the remainder of the flight. The hum of the jet lulled her mind to sleep as she listened to Peter babble on in the back.

***

“So? Bucky, watcha do today?” Loch asked as she stuffed her face full of bean burrito, walking alongside a tall man with dark hair and soft, wise eyes. He had a coy smile on his dace as they walked out of the courtyard and into the parking lot of the Avengers Compound. He wore a long sleeve shirt under a t-shirt, and a pair of biker gloves on his hands.

“Same shit, different day. Paper work, meetings… Sam had a press conference with the GRC. That was fun to go to I suppose.”

“Hmph… boring.” Loch sighed, handing his Burrito in the man’s direction. Bucky sighed and hesitated, before he accepted the gesture and took a bite of the burrito. He chewed meticulously before mumbling through his mouthful of tortilla and beans.

“This is awful. How do you eat this garbage?”

Loch chuckled, unfazed by Bucky's comment. "Well, not everyone has a refined palate like you, Mr. Barnes. Some of us appreciate the simple joys of a bean burrito." She held the half-eaten Mexican cuisine in front of her like a piece of prized art, and took another bite of her burrito, savoring the flavors. Bucky shot her a slightly disgusted look but sighed as he pulled open the passenger door to the small car in the parking lot.

Just as Loch was poising herself to get into the seat, a fellow agent came casually jogging up to the car. A familiar face to the two of them, Sam was a sight for sore eyes for Loch.

“And there’s the Star Spangled Tweety Bird. How was CNN?” Loch smiled, pausing to lean against the roof of the car. Bucky leaned against the trunk as Sam approached.

“Whoa, it’s Captain America now, kid… I was just coming over here to see where the hell you think you two are going?”

“Home.” Lochlyn spoke, taking another huge bite of her burrito. Sam disregarded her response as if it was inheritably unreliable. Bucky grinned coyly, and shrugged at Sam.

“You heard her. Home.”

Sam looked at the two of them, arms crossed. There was an inkling of understanding in his expression but ninety percent of his expression seemed to be disapproval.

“Bucky, we talked about this.” Sam said sternly, trying to keep the thin smile off his lips.

“Talked about what, Sam?” Bucky’s grin widened as he sauntered around the car to the driver’s seat and pulled open the door with an air of swagger to him. Loch slipped into her seat and closed the door, but rolled down the window to look up at her boss. Sam turned his gaze of disapproval from Bucky to Lochlyn, who gave him a mischievous but careless look.

“Your mother is going to ring my neck if you play hooky tonight. You know how upset she was about your little field trip to Wakanda with this idiot.” He waved towards Bucky.

“Oh relax, Sam. I’m just gonna help this hopeless case clean up his dumpster of an apartment. Last time I was over there to clean, he had socks growing mold behind the dresser.”

“Did not, shut up.” Bucky barked in annoyance. Sam sighed, crossing his arms before gazing them both up and down and nodded.

“Okay. Fine. But… you better have her home tonight before midnight. I don’t want to be the one to hear Pepper barking up my tree.”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem, Cap. Go find another camera to pose stoically in front of, okay? Have a little faith.” Bucky chuckled and slipped into the vehicle, closing the door behind him. He turned the keys in the ignition and the radio player blared Sweet Child o’ Mine by Guns ’N’ Roses. Loch rolled up her window as she and Bucky smiled childishly at Sam before pulling out of the parking space and circling the lot. They headed for the exit as Sam became a speck in the distance.

“Sam is such a worrywart, hm?” Loch laughed, taking the last few bites of his burrito and relaxed into her seat. Bucky kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, slowing to a stop at the main road street light. He smiled to himself, resting his left hand on the steering wheel, and reaching into the back seat with his right arm. He pulled a luke-warm can of orange soda from an unzipped cooler. Loch smiled and just as Bucky had retrieved it, he tried to snatch it from the man’s hand, but his grip was like iron.

“Nice try, Loch.” He jerked his hand from Lochlyn’s grip and popped the tab with a skillful finger. He gave Loch a side glance as Bucky took a long drink and the street light turned green. As the car was set back into motion, he held the can out to her, and Loch took it graciously.

“You know… You never told me how you got that fancy toy you call an arm.” She asked with a lazy smirk, sipping obnoxiously from the can.

“Not exactly a campfire story I’m interested in telling.” Bucky chided, resting his hand across the consol. Loch felt a heat envelope her entire body, igniting from where Bucky’s hand touched her thigh. His tough, leather clad fingers grasping at the inside of her thigh.

Lochlyn chuckled, the tension between them now palpable in the confined space of the car. She took another sip of the orange soda, deliberately letting the cool liquid distract her from the heat spreading through her body.

The rest of the long car ride was spent listening to the radio, Bucky drumming his fingers on both the steering wheel and the inside of her thigh. Loch could feel the lump in her throat, and desperately tried to keep the goofy smile off her face.

Two years ago, Loch was just that… kid that followed the Avengers around because her father was a Legend. She always admired them from a distance, keeping herself out of their way. Sometimes, she wondered how the hell she managed to catch Bucky’s interest. After all… her family and Bucky didn’t have a positive track record.

It started with teasing. Just harmless, playful bullying where Bucky would quite literally flatten Loch in every ring match. And he didn’t hold back… neither did Lochlyn. Perhaps that kindled a gentle ember in the fire between them. Loch knew they really shouldn’t. Her mother really didn’t approve of all the time Loch was spending outside the campus with Bucky…

As the small, dingy ford focus pulled up to the large apartment building on Redline Parkway. The bricks were faded and the eves troughs looked old and falling apart. Several windows were broken and a large grey tabby cat with a chink taken out of its ear, sat like a guardian upon the steps. Both agents stepped out of the car, slamming their respective doors.

“God, this place looks more like a dump every day.” Loch wrinkled her nose. Bucky didn’t reply, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders as they strode up the steps and into the main lobby. The inside was no better than the exterior. A baby could be heard wailing behind one of the many main floor units. Bucky led Loch up the stairs, as he had many times before.

The grey patterned carpets smelled of mildew and the wood underneath seemed to wreak of rot and decay. The paint on the walls was yellowed beyond recognition. Even the delicate flower imprints seemed to be basically non existent.

Bucky unlocked the door of his poorly lit apartment, shoving his whole weight into the door as it gave inwards and they stepped inside. Loch closed the door behind them as Bucky tore off his biker gloves and wandered over to is fridge, throwing it open. Bottles of beer and soda jangled in the door rack and the foul smell of rotting veggies wafted from the bottom shelf. Bucky slammed it shut and grimaced.

“You want… Chinese food tonight?” Bucky asked as he combed through his bare cupboards. Loch was taking off her shoes as she shrugged and replied casually.

“Meh, whatever you want. If you do get Chinese, I want some of those beansprout eggrolls… please and thank you.”

Loch began cleaning almost as soon as she was comfortably at home. Holding a laundry basket, she scowered Bucky’s tiny apartment and picked up every sock and pair of briefs that dared to hid behind or under furniture (which there wasn’t much of). Of course, Bucky helped some. Washing his own dishes which had been piling up on the counter for two weeks. He wasn’t lazy, and he wasn’t a slob. Bucky just had… well… Loch would describe it as depression. He really had no motivation. Loch felt really bad for him. He’d been through more than most people could even possibly imagine, so Lochlyn felt like he had the right to feel depressed.

As the evening drew on, the apartment started to look… habitable. The handful of plates, bowls and silverware that Bucky owned were drip drying in the dish rack while he swept the kitchen floor. Lochlyn was standing over the sink with a disposable water bottle filled with laundry detergent mixed with softener. Loch mindlessly scrubbed away at a crunchy coffee stain that had been soaking into Bucky’s table cloth for a few days now. A small stereo system was playing Mr. Five by Five by Ella Mae Morris from Loch’s Spotify. All was calm. Just how she liked it.

A knock on the apartment front door surprised the two, and Bucky set aside his broom to check who it was. Loch watched as he pressed his face up against the door to look through the peephole. He sighed, shooting Loch a look that clearly said “party’s over” and she groaned. Bucky unlatched the deadbolt and turned the lock to open the door. A familiar face stepped across the threshold with his hands in his pockets and a tired smile on his face.

“Good evening you two.” Rhodie said as Bucky closed the door behind him. Loch waved a soap sodden hand at the Lieutenant colonel, as if perhaps ignoring his presence would make him disappear.

“Rhodes.” Bucky said, returning to his broom.

“A nice little system you two got going on, I see.” Rhodie chided, his ears perking at the music playing, “Is that… Ella Mae?”

Both Bucky and Loch looked up, ready to defend Miss Ella Mae Morris, staring at him and replying in sync,

“I like Ella Mae Morris.”

Rhodie held up his hands in defense with a chuckle.

“Alright, alright. Regardless, your mom sent me to come get you.”

Lock sighed and looked over at the digital clock on the stove top. It was only nine thirty.

“If she wants me, she can come get me. It’s not even late yet.” She said shortly, ringing the water out of the table cloth in the sink as the soapy water drained down the pipes with a slushy gurgling sound.

“Lochlyn, we already know if she came to get you, it would be a whole lot less pleasant. Just come on home. Don’t make me bribe you.”

Loch’s face split into a smile as she dried her hands off on her jeans and then laced her fingers together sophisticatedly.

“Uncle Rhodie, just a little longer? I PROMISE I’ll be home by ten thirty.”

“Nope. Listen, I don’t want Pepper breathing down my neck because I let you stay.”

Lochlyn wrinkled her nose in distain, not really wanting Rhodie to be the center of her mother’s tongue lashing. But she also didn’t feel like going home. She liked it here. Even if it meant sleeping on the floor because Bucky didn’t own a mattress.

To Lochlyn’s relief, she wasn’t alone in her debate with Rhodie. Bucky sighed, as he leaned on the broom handle.

“Look, Rhodes. You go home, and I’ll take the heat from Pepper, hm?” he said slyly, taking short strides as he held out his hand to Rhodie as a deal. The Colonel made a face as if he was debating within himself.

“What do I tell her? She won’t just take ‘Loch said no’ as an answer.”

With a smile, Bucky looked over at Loch and then back at Rhodie.

“Tell her I’m holding Loch hostage because I need my socks washed. That oughta piss her off, right?”

#Bucky Barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #shortstory #chapter one #child of stark #old fanfiction #rewrite #fanfiction rewrite

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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months

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unexpected consequences

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, condoms breaking, pregnancy/breeding talk, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, mention of marriage

“oh fuck, yeah.” you moan out, fingers gripping rafes shoulders. “right-right there.”

your moans are extra loud today, having been apart from rafe for nearly a week after he had business out of the country. rafe is just as pent up as you, thrusting harshly into your cunt to the chorus of his grunts.

“close.” rafe warns, but you could tell anyways by the swelling of his cock that he wouldn’t last long.

“oh my god, yes.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as your release pushes through your body, cumming with a final shout of your boyfriends name.

rafe drops his head into your neck as he cums inside of you, pushing as deeply as he can as your cunt pulses around him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press soft kisses to his head while rafe pants through his orgasm, until you shift slightly and feel it inside of you.

“rafe, pull out.” you shove at his shoulder, causing him to look up in concern, but he slips his softening cock out.

“what is it baby?” rafe asks. you look down at the condom he always wears, where theres always a bit of white cum gathered at the tip, but this time it looks practically empty, like he just rolled it on.

“rafe.” you hit his shoulder, causing him to flinch and look down.

“wha-” rafe suddenly realizes the issue, rolling himself off the bed as he walks into the bathroom, no doubt to inspect the condom and tell you what you already know is true.

“it broke.” rafe says when he comes out a moment later.

“i know.” you admit, shifting your hips from side to side again. “i can tell.”

“im so sorry baby.” rafe says with a sigh, laying on the bed next to you but not pulling you into his arms, not sure if you want to be touched.

“its okay.” you hum softly, mind still reeling. “you didn’t know.”

“what are we gonna do?” rafe asks, knowing you’re not on birth control due to affecting other medication you’re on.

“well, i can take a plan b in the morning…” you say quietly.

“or.” rafe encourages you to continue, able to tell that you aren’t finished.

“or we could wait and see. i mean i probably won’t get pregnant just from one time, right?” you shrug.

“what about if it does take? and you’re pregnant?” rafe asks, looking at your tummy.

as if you’re thinking the same thing, you lay your hand over your stomach, knowing that even if you are pregnant there is nothing in there yet, but the thought alone has you rubbing gently over your skin. “i don’t know.” you admit.

“i want to keep it.” rafe blurts out. “if-if you are pregnant.” rafe can’t take not touching you any longer, pulling you close to him and tangling your limbs together.

“are you sure?” you raise your eyebrows. you think rafe would be an amazing father, knowing how protective he is of you, and how he strives every day to take even better care of you. “we are so young.”

“i love you. i want to be with you, i want a family with you. why not start now?” rafe questions. he won’t admit it to you yet, but he’s been thinking about taking the next step, having even gone ring shopping to see his options. “besides-” rafe smiles, “why are you trying to talk me out of it? you’ve always wanted kids.”

you grin back at him. “i know.” you let a giggle free, feeling giddy about the possibility. you’ve always wanted to become a mom, especially because you have so many younger siblings. “so, are we doing this?”

“yes.” rafe says definitively, pulling you in for a kiss, a comforting one that you truly need.

“oh my god, im so excited.” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips.

rafe nods in agreement, lowering a hand between your bodies to touch your stomach. “probably too early to start talking to your tummy, huh?”

“definitely. i mean, we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, it may take a couple tries…” you trail off, hoping rafe gets your intention.

“well, i will just have to keep cumming inside you.” rafe shrugs. “in fact, we shouldn’t take any chances and i should fill you up again right now.”

rafes hand lowers from your stomach to your thigh as he grabs your flesh and pulls your leg over his hip, spreading your thighs for him as your cunt rubs up against his quickly hardening cock.

“rafe!” you shout with a laugh, but don’t stop him as he begins to grind his cock into your core.

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falling-star-cygnus · 3 months

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[image description: two screenshots from Adam’s official dislikes on his wiki page; one screenshot of the overall thing and one screenshot focusing on the words “seeing lute cry”]

well.

making Adam’s death scene with Lute ✨worse✨ bc this is just- im sobbing now with a part 2✨

“ADAM!”

{Lute shakes the first man with her remaining arm, desperate for any kind of reaction. Recognition- anything that’ll prove he’s still here, anything that’ll prove he’s alive- that he’ll be okay-}

{That feeble, genuine smile is almost worse}

{The cavity in her chest yawns wide; brittle, hollow, failure burning up her throat until she’s struggling for composure}

“Heh… c’mon, Dangertits-”

{Adam’s voice is raspy and fading and so unlike Adam that Lute finally breaks into pieces, too distraught to care about the sinners watching}

{A shaking hand reaches up to brush against her cheek, right under her eye. It’s cold, despite the smear of burning gold it leaves behind like a brand}

“Crying’s not… very badass..”

{The first man tries for levity, a joke that’ll stop the twisting he feels at seeing his right-hand fight back outright sobs}

{His thumb tries futilely to stop her tears before his hand grows too weak to keep itself up. And isn’t that an oxymoron; Adam, trying, weak}

{Maybe only for Lute}

“I… hate… seeing you cry.”

{Adam’s not sure where the honesty is coming from, blood roaring in his ears as the angel holds his limp hand against her face.}

“Adam…”

{The only angel that had ever stayed weeps into his palm and he gets this. He gets to see her in his final moments of clarity. He’s not stupid, he’s knows when he’s gone too far, he knows he’s not coming back from this}

{But she smiles at him, watery and strained as it is. Just for him}

{And then she’s gone, glaring at someone he can’t hear anymore}

{The first man’s palm is warm in his final death}

#it’s silly #<3 #hazbin hotel finale #guitarspear #adam x lute #lute x adam #canon rewrite #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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hellfire--cult · 4 months

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Krampus!Eddie x Virgin!Fem!Reader

wc: 5k

+18 mdni, krampus meets reader at 18 (no smut at that age), obsession from reader, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity in adulthood, christmas folklore, dark fic, reader isn't a good person.

plot: At 18 years old you were visited by Krampus for misbehaviour, but you instantly fell in love with the creature. Years pass, your sick and toxic obsession grows, making a beast's curiosity bloom, and so, he visits you once again after many years.

a/n: yep, its a reupload after rewriting.

always reblog, don't just like.

MISBEHAVED

Of all the things you thought this monster would look like, you didn’t think he would look like this.

Even the idea of him existing like Saint Nicholas was a crazy thought by itself, but here he is, in the flesh, while Chrissy probably got visited by Saint Nicholas, you were visited by…

“What a naughty girl you’ve been this year, pumpkin.”

You were in the corner of your room with the candle in your hand, trying to light anything close to you as much as possible, the monster's steps getting closer as you gulped loudly, waiting for a hideous monster to appear in front of your eighteen-year-old self.

But in front of you appeared a gorgeous man, with big horns on his head, like a goat’s. Deep brown eyes that glistened with the candle in your hand, long dark curls falling from the top of his head and down to his shoulders, his bare chest, full of symbols, and then you saw his bottom half, pants that resembled black fur as he bent down towards your face.

You couldn’t look away at how beautiful he looked, how this being could be considered a monster at all. Is beauty considered evil? If he was like this, what did Saint Nicholas look like?

“Are you going to take me away?” You asked, almost as if wishing for it, and the man before you smirked, taking something out from the side pocket of his pants, and you could see the twig of a tree, handing it to you. Your confused face made him scoff with a shake of his head.

“No. But this is what you get this year for Christmas. Next year, try to be good, okay?” His tone was calm, and reassuring, yet with a hint of malice behind it that sent a shiver down your spine.

“What’s your name?” Your voice finally got out and he was surprised that you asked such a question.

“Well, I am Krampus.”

“No, your real name.” And his red eyes glistened with a hint of gold, with a hint of amusement.

“Hmm… If you behave, I will let Saint Nicholas give you the knowledge of it next year. How does that sound?”

And the man, if you could consider him that, smiled at you, and that was all it took. All that smile did was finally set your heart into a quick pace, and that’s when you realized:

You became obsessed with him and you would do anything to get to see him again.

So the next year, you behaved, just like he said, and at nineteen years old, Saint Nicholas visited you, only for you to receive the letter ‘E’ as a gift.

“If you keep behaving well, I will give you one letter every year until you complete his full name.”

You were angry, you behaved yourself for nothing, but what if you misbehaved on purpose and he didn’t come anyway? And you wanted to know his real name, you really did. So every year, you kept doing good deeds, even if not with good intentions, you helped with herding the sheep for Mrs.Driscoll, helped Wayne Munson with his farm, and did communal duties in the small town with Nancy Wheeler and Joyce Byers.

Electricity was slowly making its way into the town as the years passed, and each year you received a new letter from Saint Nicholas.

Until you finally reached twenty-one. Saint Nicholas didn’t arrive anymore because you were an adult, but you had a good guess as to what his name might be, something inside you told you so.

'ED'.

You knew he wasn’t going to appear, so you kept your good deeds, but with a bad intention. For example, you helped young Dustin Henderson by teaching him how to milk a cow, yet you didn’t teach him he didn’t have to stand behind it after milking it. The boy received a black eye the next day.

You agreed to help Jonathan Byers with the preparations for a festival that was going to be held in the center of the town, and you handed him the new scented candles that were gifted to you by a lady in the neighboring town. When they were turned on, the candles smelled like rancid milk, and Jonathan took all the blame.

But he never showed. No matter how many years passed, even if you were now twenty-five years old, you couldn’t find anything to help you in invoking him again.

You knew this love of yours would never cease, but the children in town were all good, so Krampus was never seen. You had no way of contacting him, even if you did rituals, even if you tried to talk to Saint Nicholas by creeping on Christmas nights into the houses of the townspeople who had kids, but you were always a second late.

So now, you were pacing around in your house, already sick of this game, sick of these obsessive feelings of yours over a beast that you didn’t know if he even remembered you. Over someone that probably didn’t give a damn about you and who you were, yet you studied him for years, through the tales, through the books, through the experiences, through the people in other towns.

You were never going to see him again. You were tricked by him into believing that you would see him again, and the anger that was sipping through your pores was great, too big.

“Fuck you, Edward! Damn you!”

And the fireplace immediately went out, as the newly installed lightbulbs in your home flicked until they exploded.

You screamed as well as cursed because those were expensive, a dollar each. The price of luxury was a lot, but you wanted the electricity, already tired of lighting candles throughout the small house you bought for yourself after your mother passed away thanks to tuberculosis.

Your head whipped around when you heard the sound of what sounded like hooves coming in contact with the wooden floor of your house, slowly changing into soft steps. You ran to your kitchen to grab your knife in self-defense, pointing it at the open space.

“Who’s there!?”

“You’ve been really naughty, Pumpkin.”

Your blood went cold as two bright yellow eyes shone in the darkness of your living room, and suddenly, there was a snap of fingers and the fireplace lit up again, burning the logs at a fast pace, and it illuminated the entire room, the Christmas tree in the corner now with its decorations glistening once more with the embers of the fireplace.

Yet despite those glistening decorations, your eyes could only focus on one thing. The man, the monster, the creature that you’ve been seeking to see again, standing in the middle of the living room, his hands in his pockets, and a stern look on his face that made you drop the knife to the floor.

Your breathing picked up, your heart thrumming in your chest, and you couldn’t help but swoon at the face you’ve been craving to see all these years, and now he is in front of you, even if angry.

“Edward…” You sighed in pure bliss, in happiness, and you knew you were obsessed, crazy even, but you couldn’t help yourself. You fell for him the very first moment he visited you, and now you are a grown woman, still holding onto those lovely feelings, never forgetting about his eyes that changed from brown to red, to gold.

“Look who’s all grown up, you’re even cursing my name out loud.” He snarled at you, and you could see how intense his gaze was as he scanned you. He took a few steps towards you, his now bare feet coming in contact with the wood, and you wondered if he looked different, yet he took this shape to not scare kids or people off.

“I– I behaved. I earned it.”

“You didn’t behave with honesty. You weren’t a good person because you wanted to be, you were a good person because of your selfishness.” He was finally in front of you with his hands still in his pockets, and his eyes were intense, a deep yellow, staring you down with an unreadable expression.

“I still behaved, that was the deal. You never specified if I behaved honestly or not.” You responded and his eyes twitched in surprise at how mischievous you were. How… brilliant you were.

“And may I ask why you were so obsessed with knowing my name?” He asked and you couldn’t help but press your legs together as heat rose all over your body, your cheeks becoming flushed as you looked at him.

“I wanted to see you again.”

“You are a big adult now, past twenty-one.” And at his response, you finally showed him a big grin on your face, and his eyes flashed with intrigue.

“And yet you are still here… Eddie.”

And the puzzle clicked in his head, a smirk appearing on his lips as his tongue darted out to lick all over them as the thirst came up in his throat, his eyes turning a deep red, and lust filled him to the brim, thanks to the woman that was in front of him.

Your eyes darted from his eyes to the horns, to his hair, to the markings all over his chest and arms, and then, he took his hands out of his pockets, to reveal long nails, like claws. You took a sharp intake of breath as he leaned his face towards yours, inspecting you.

“So you have been misbehaving lately so you could see me again? What is your plan?” He asked in a sultry tone and you just sighed in relief and bliss, and you were brave enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him close, feeling his broad back underneath your forearms, making you clench your legs again.

“I waited for you… aren’t I good?”

And that made Eddie groan loudly, and with a snap of his fingers you were now in your room, and he pushed you off him so you could fall flat on your bed, taking you by surprise because of how the environment changed in one quick motion.

“No, you are not. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” Your breathing was heavy, your gut turning with nervousness and excitement because what you’ve been craving was right in front of you. You want him to take you. To make you his. To mark you.

You heard another snap of his fingers and what appeared to be floating candles appeared all around the room, lighting it subtly, endearingly, almost as if it were some sort of ritual, but you weren’t scared of it. You weren’t afraid of what might happen, because whatever it is, whatever he does, you would gladly take it.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at your body, and then your eyes widened when his tongue darted out just like before, and now you could see just how long and pointy it actually was, and that only made you wet with the idea of feeling it against your skin.

“Please…” Your hips raised up slightly towards him as if presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. His eyes scanned your body, wondering if you were right in the head, but from what Saint Nicholas had been telling him over the years, it seemed you were doing everything with a conscious mind.

You wanted him, for whatever reason that was. He’s only seen you once, and you became attached to him like a moth to a flame. He took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent, be it the one you were emanating from your pores as well as the scent from the wetness between your thighs.

His clawed hand shot out to grip the front of your white nightgown, startling you when you start hearing a ripping sound. Your body jerked upwards as he ripped the gown apart, opening for him, and now you lay there, bare for him to take in with his red lust-filled eyes.

“You are untouched.” It was a confirmation, and you smiled at him with a nod, and that only made his hunger increase by a hundred. A virgin. Now he realized what you meant when you said you waited for him.

“I want you, and only you…” You finally admitted it to him, and his eyes found yours. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts moving up and down as your lungs tried to get oxygen inside, your cunt pulsing with need.

And his eyes gleamed in a golden hue once more, as if there was a click of some sort.

A growl was heard in the room and you yelped as he grabbed your thighs, pushing you closer to the edge of your bed. He fell to his knees and took a deep inhale of your intoxicating scent. You needed to be punished for your behavior, the biggest punishment.

His long tongue snaked out of his lips to flick your clit, making you gasp as you stared at the ceiling. This new feeling, so dirty, something you waited for so long, and even if you had the chance to, you didn’t want anybody but him.

He licked around your folds, tasting the wetness that surrounded them, an animalistic groan vibrating in his chest, his claws digging into your inner thighs as he kept your legs open for him. He couldn’t wait anymore, pressing all of his tongue against your slick, tasting you completely, and you finally let out a moan out of pure ecstasy as you gripped the sheets below you.

He smirked against your cunt as it pulsated for more contact, and he immediately dove in. Your moans could probably be heard from outside, but you didn’t care, nobody was near you, so there was nothing that could forbid you from yelling his name, from crying out from the pleasure you were feeling.

His tongue was going in between tasting you and flicking your clit repeatedly. His lips sucked on your folds and you couldn’t believe you waited for so long to feel something like this, but it was worth it. It’s so worth it.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt his tongue slowly sliding inside of you. You’ve only touched yourself outside, you never inserted a finger of yours even if you were curious. This feeling was weird, but pleasurable all the while. You felt it move inside of you, as if flicking your walls from side to side, making your back arch upwards.

“Oh–!” You were amazed by how good this felt, how amazing he was making you feel with just these simple touches, these hungry kisses all around your center.

“You taste delightfully darling. And I am the first to taste it.” And last is what he wants to say, but he will take that comment with him, at least for now. He needs to keep his tongue inside of you, drunk of your taste, of your juices filling his taste buds.

“Edward– Eddie, please–” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but you needed something, yet you didn’t know what. He then pressed his nose against your clit as his tongue swirled inside of you, and you let out a loud moan, your hands shooting down to get hold of both of his horns.

He moaned against your cunt, desire shooting downwards, the pants becoming too constricting on him. His horns are quite sensitive, and you are pulling him against you even harder as you start to ride your hips against his face. What a naughty girl. His naughty girl.

His claws dug into your inner thighs as he felt you start shaking under his ministrations, your moans growing louder as he felt you pulsating against his tongue, clenching, body arching upwards as his name kept coming out of your mouth, over and over again.

“CHRIST!” You finally yelled as the tight band finally snapped inside of your belly, making you spasm against his hold, your hands gripping his horns as you rode your hips against his face, trying to feel all of your orgasm as he tasted and drank every gush you let out, not missing a single drop.

You were an elixir. He’s never been with a human before, mostly because he is in charge of children rather than adults, but you were a special case. He had to know why you wanted his name so badly, and now he is more than happy that you know it, that you even gave him a nickname so it would be easier for you to scream.

He pulled away from you, licking a few stripes of your center, making you jerk slightly at the overstimulation as you slowly came down from your high. He let go of your legs, seeing that there was some blood on your inner thighs where his claws dug into. He licked onto your wounds, and your skin instantly started patching back up.

He stood up, towering over your naked body as you breathed heavily, looking at him with dazed eyes, yet still hungry. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers again, and you looked down to see his pants slowly fading away, and you gasped as you saw just how big he was.

You’ve never seen male anatomy before, but this– you knew that this was not normal. And you remembered that Krampus– Eddie, is not human. He never was, yet you didn’t care. Was he a demon? A monster? A spirit? You didn’t care at all. From the pictures of the books you found, the supposed drawings didn't do him any justice.

But maybe, this was not his original shape.

“Even if you deserve to be punished, I will be gentle with you darling. I don’t wanna break this– lovely present you are giving me in this advent season.” You could hear the smirk in his tone as his hands wrapped around your frame to pull you back up into the middle of the bed.

Nerves filled your body but were quickly removed as you felt his tongue licking from your knee, towards your hips, then your stomach, all the way up changing into kisses as he reached one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around the hardened nub to then clamp his mouth against it and that’s when you jerked again, pleasure shooting to your core again.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his back as your legs opened for him to slot right in the middle. You felt his hardness against you, and you didn’t care if it hurt, as long as he finally took you for himself, to complete this fantasy of yours, for him to know just how obsessed and how much you love him.

Because that’s what you feel. Love. Unconditionally, in the weirdest of forms.

It was crazy to think that you fell in love at first sight, but it was what happened. You fell for him as soon as his eyes clashed with yours, and it was one-sided. You didn’t care if it was, and if it still is. He would own you now, even if you never saw him again, you would be forever happy.

Your eyes widened when pain shot all over your chest, and you didn’t realize until now that the man had fangs. He has fangs or some kind of sharpened teeth, yet even in the pain you still felt pleasure. He let go of your right nipple to keep licking his way up as you moan from the feeling of his hot tongue on your skin.

He raised his head from your skin to look down on your face, and your eyes clashed with his again, and they glistened with a golden hue through the red once more. He leaned forward and your heart stopped as you felt his lips against yours, another place where you remained untouched.

You kissed him back, not having expected that he would kiss you at all, and in such an intimate way. He was soft, caring, not at all what you thought he would be, yet he was proving you wrong. Maybe the tales were wrong. He is not evil, he never was. His job was always to make children learn from their mistakes, while Saint Nicholas took the good guy part for himself when all he did was pamper selfish children.

Eddie groaned into your lips and you couldn’t help but open your eyes to finally see the tail behind him, something you didn’t spot before, maybe because he tucked it too well, or hid it. It was wagging, almost like a whip, with a fluffy end. It was black, and you couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him now.

You closed your eyes once more as you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, and your lips parted to let him inside your mouth, your tongues dancing with each other now, making your cunt clench in need again. You didn’t know that kissing someone could turn you on like this, but he is proving you wrong with each touch he gives you and provides you with.

His hands were caressing all of your body. Your sides, your hips, your thighs until one of his hands disappeared, only to feel him line himself up to your entrance and his lips pulled away from yours, looking down at your face.

“Breathe out. Don’t hold it in. Be a good girl for once.”

And you listened. Krampus calling you a good girl was something that ignited thousands of flames inside of your body, and his hips moved forward, breaching you open. You threw your head back with a wince as you felt him slowly opening you up for the first time ever. It stung, and it definitely burned, but it would pass, it has to pass.

“It– It hurts– But… Don’t stop–”

“Didn’t think of doing that. You still need punishment after all.” He almost sounded unphased, as if he weren’t stimulated at all, yet you could hear some restraint in his voice as if holding in something in the back of his throat.

He was claiming you. Slowly and torturously, and even in your short gasps and winces, you took it all. He was amazed by you, how you waited for him, how much you wanted him despite him not being human. Maybe you weren’t right in the head after all.

And he hit the wall, and with one hard thrust, he plunged forward, finally breaking it. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as pain shot through your body, but you heard him finally moan out in bliss as your tightness engulfed him. You were so warm, so perfect for him that he could hardly handle it.

“Ed– Eddie–” You were choking out his name as you tried to adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around him at the sudden intrusion. He raised himself up, his hands on each side of your head as your nails dug into his sides. Your eyes widened when you saw the symbols on his body start to shine, it was dim, but it was a dark glow, like a shadow around them.

“Such a good girl…” And those words made you relax once again, and that let him be able to move backward, slowly, eliciting a wince from your part, and then a gasp as he moved back in again. “So good for me.”

You felt tears rolling down your face, but a smile was spread on your lips, and if someone told you that you would have to endure this pain every time in order to see him over and over again, you would. You definitely would.

His hips moved back again and then pushed in once more. The winces slowly turned into moans, the pain fading away, and even if the burning remained, the pleasure was slowly increasing inside of you as his thrusts started gaining some speed and momentum. Your eyes were hazy as they tried to adjust to look at his face.

His eyes were pure gold now, yellow as they looked down at your face, contorting in pure ecstasy as his thrusts became deeper now, your body jerking upwards as he started hitting a part of you, inside, that you didn’t know you could feel. You didn’t know what it was, but it was a hundred times better than your clit.

“Oh– Fuck– Fuck!” Your head was thrown back as your nails scratched onto his sides, making a groan escape him, his posture straightening to grab the back of your knees, pulling your legs up, opening you wider for him and that’s when you felt his need, his desire, as he started moving fast, desperate, and he was fixated on your breasts as they bounced at his every move.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from you as you moaned his name over and over again, and he felt the marks on his body burning him, making the pleasure even more unbearable. He needed to make you his, forever. Give you the worst punishment Krampus can give to bad people.

His hands slipped down to get hold of your hips and you kept your legs up as the skin slapping could be heard all over your house, pulling you towards him each time he thrust in, helping him go deeper into you and harder.

He could feel your walls clenching again, and he smirked as he looked down at you, your mouth open, drooling, as your hands were over your head, all over your pillow as you moved up and down thanks to his movements, the wood of the bed creaking against the floor.

“Come on sweet girl, you can give me one more, just one more.” One of his hands left your hips to get in between the two of you and you winced when you felt one of his nails scratch your clit, only to then moan when his digit came in contact and started to draw circles on it as he kept thrusting in and out of you as he tried to reach his own high.

“I love you– I love you– Make me yours, please– please!” And he smiled wickedly as he moaned out at your words. He knew you meant them, wholeheartedly. You really weren’t right in the head. He was sure of it now, and he didn’t know who to thank for that, but he was eternally grateful for them.

His thrusts quickened as he kept hitting that part inside of you while circling your clit with his thumb. You felt your body growing hot, like fire, as your legs started shaking and your hips jerking towards him as you felt your belly tighten, burn you, scream at you for release, and your hands were gripping onto your pillow under your head as your mouth was wide open with silent moans coming out of it.

“Do it, my good girl, do it.”

My good girl.

And that did it for you, clenching tightly around him, like a vice grip, like a python against their prey, crying his name, loudly, with breathy moans escaping you as your body shook against him. He didn’t stop his thrusting as he looked down at you, mesmerized, and he knew now that he definitely couldn’t let you go.

And so he claimed you, moaning your name loudly, even if you have never told him, he knew it. He spilled inside of you in long ropes, jerking his hips at every shot. Who would've thought a human would feel like this? Taste like this? He is obsessed now, not going to be able to let go of this, he is drunk on it, high on it, and he is definitely addicted.

You were at his mercy, in body and soul, and one of the things Krampus loves most is new toys. New toys that bend at his every will. New toys that would benefit him. New toys that he can play with, anytime he wants.

He was breathing heavily, yet tried to conceal it as he stared down at your face, completely spent, with tears and drool running downwards the side of your face. Oh yes… he almost forgot…

He leaned downwards to be face to face with you, and you opened your eyes to look at him. He smirked as he leaned down towards your neck, giving you a small lick before clamping his teeth down onto your skin, making you gasp in surprise at the sudden pain as your hands came to grip his shoulders for support.

You felt him suck on your skin, suck on your blood, for him to then pull away, another lick of his tongue on the wound he just provoked. He pulled away to look at the new mark on your skin, a symbol, a black swirl. He looked down at you, smiling wickedly as he rubbed your cheek.

“Time for me to give you your punishment.” Your eyebrows pinched together as you looked at him with a completely spent look in your eyes.

“My punishment?”

“Krampus is taking you away for misbehaving… horribly.”

And then the house was silent, the lights gone, candles gone out, fireplace with no embers, and then the townspeople never saw you again.

But children now say that Krampus does not come alone. The figure of a woman always stands in the doorway as he does his job, and his deeds, and the only thing the children can see from the shadows is a wicked smile, her white teeth, and glowing golden eyes.

Same as Krampus.

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an: fuck them cute christmas fics

Merry Christmas, you naughty children.

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bastart13 · 4 months

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So, funny thing! My sister and I watched Wish about two weeks ago and in that time she rewrote it as a novel, but better!

We both saw a lot of fairy tale potential in Wish which was unfortunately wasted by the hand of Disney's corporate meddling. My sister, who's written several novels at this point, tried her hand at fleshing out the fairy tale and the characters and she did such a good job!

The first two chapters are up on AO3, with more to come soon!

#disney #wish #asha #valentino #rewrite #redesign #disney asha #disney wish #fanfiction #art #fairy tale

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silver-writes-or-does-she · 2 years

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(No, I did not forget that I had an account on this site, what are you talking about. /j)

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I wanna see how long it's going to take me to plan then draft, then edit/second draft, and finalise a re-write of an old fic.

So far, the current time is three days. I'll keep y'all updated.

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Fun fact, the original fic has 45 chapters, and it took me only six chapters before I relented and went into canon.

I'm currently planning out the first chapter with canon in it... and it's chapter 15.

Feel free to guess the fandom!! 😉

Hint: it's a fandom I've written for before.

#writer problems #writing struggles #writing #fanfiction #fanfiction rewrite #rewriting old works #regrets have been made #I am fixing those regrets #ao3 #archive of our own #wattpad #yes I am an old wattpader: hush

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paintsplash1712 · 2 years

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Thanks to @callimara I've added 'rewriting my own version Miraculous Ladybug' to my list of WIPs.

#miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #miraculous rewrite #fanfiction rewrite #rewrite #I've got sone ideas #a lot of ideas

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dianawinchester03 · 29 days

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Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist by @dianawinchester03

In this rewrite of CW's hit TV Show 'Supernatural'.

Y/N L/N is a longtime friend of the notorious Winchester Brothers, coming from a long line of hunters herself. Growing up with them, their fathers had a goal of avenging their wives deaths. Currently on her own hunting, much to her own fathers demise, she gets a call from her childhood crush, Dean Winchester. Notifying her of his fathers disappearance, will she join the brothers on the hunt to find their father? And will she resolve her relationship with her own?

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Season One (ongoing)

Prologue - Enter Y/N L/N

Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

Season 1, Episode 2 - Wendigo

Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead in Water

Season 1, Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler

Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary

Season 1, Episode 6 - Skin

Season 1, Episode 7 - Hook Man

Season 1, Episode 8 - Bugs

Season 1, Episode 9 - Home

Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum

Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow

Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith

Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666

Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare

Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House

Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked

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Also available on:

📖; ao3

📖; wattpad

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Authors Note: I finally learnt how to do a Masterlist! Hallelujah now life will be easier for you guys. Hope you check out my book and enjoy🫶I’ll update the list after each chapter release

Xoxo

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aliypop · 5 months

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Fever

Word Count: 1,405

Writers Note: This was a request from @your-nanas-house for my picture prompt challenge with Cece so I hope you like it!

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: When Cecelia Valmos and Elvis Presley are filming a Western movie together they realize there are more things that are wild than the West.

California 1960

"Kill me now because I'm tired of saving you!" the saloon was covered in smoke with a strong smell of beer and musk, "Tired of savin' me of lovin me, darlin?" Jesse Evertte asked. He was a smooth-talking cowboy casanova, a snake with blue eyes, but the token of affection to Sarah Lee, the tawny-skinned cancan dancer who found herself in Mississippi from Georgia with a past. "I could neva grow tired of lovin you." her hand was on his cheek, her hazel eyes looking deep into her soul. Jesse moved closer towards her,

"Then show me."

"Jesse..."

"Sarah Lee, show me."

"Tell me, how am I spose to." she walked up closer to him. Jesse took her by the hand and dipped her, giving her a sweet, tender kiss. Sarah's eyes had closed, and her hands were twirling around his black hair. She snagged a bit of it. Pulling away for air, the two had pressed their foreheads together, panting hard,

"I-I-I... Oh shoot, I forgot my line!" Cecelia laughed hard as Elvis was still holding her,

"CUT! The kiss wasn't supposed to be real, Presley!"

"Sorry, I-I- ah got into the scene there." Elvis blushed hard. Cecelia glanced down at him as she saw how into it he had gotten. It was no secret that sometimes he'd get turned on during some of his scenes. After all, he was a man acting alongside pretty women. But this one was different. Cecelia Valmos was more than just his leading lady. She was his wife.

"Break for lunch..." The director grumbled, "And get rid of that Presley..." gesturing to the tightness in his cowboy jeans.

"Will do," Elvis mumbled, taking Cecelia by the hand. They'd gone to his dressing room, which had posters of his previous works, some that he was proud of and others he wasn't so fond of. Closing the door, Cecelia had been sitting on his vanity, her leg crossed as he saw the underskirt of her cancan dress. Her corset laced tight, and her breast nearly poured out of the top of it. Elvis didn't even know how he had focused for this long on set, "Is this doing it for you or perhaps this..." sliding down. Cecelia bent over the table, her costume bloomers showing as he licked his lips.

"You're teasin me real bad, baby."

"Just practicin my part is." Cecelia felt a hard smack across her ass as he pulled her hair to have her looking up at him, "All..." she moaned as she felt Elvis lick and bite on her neck. Cecelia could hear him unzip her dress as she turned to face him to help him unbuckle his pants. His cock was hard and ready to spring free.

"Cece... I need you." He husked. His voice was deeper and wanting, and his head was on her shoulder. Cecelia had rubbed against him as she heard him let out a moan. He was furious she was teasing him, but he'd still enjoy it,

"Need me where?"

"Here... now." Pulling her close to him, he kissed her again, their tongues swapping into each other's mouths. Elvis had then pinned Cecelia against the wall as he wrapped her leg around his torso,

"How long have you been feelin like-"

"All day." He growled, giving her sloppy kisses down her chest as he heard her mewl and moan. Slipping his fingers over her bloomers, he ran his fingers over her lips, feeling her shiver under him. She was nearly soaked, and he knew the wardrobe team would hate him.

"Oops... Seems they ripped doll."

"Elvis!" She blushed as he laughed,

"Can't help it. It's the beast in me." he snarled at her as he carried her back to the vanity. Cecelia had begun to unbutton his shirt as he stood her up to untie her bustle.

"This is a lot of shit you gotta put on."

"To think our grandparents wore this stuff."

"Cece..."

"Yeah?"

"That's the last thing I wanna think about." He smirked as she sat in his chair,

"Oh yeah, then whaddya want to think about big boy."

Elvis was on his knees as he parted her legs open. His head buried between her thighs, his lips watered as he was starving to taste her wet juices on his tongue, to feel her legs quivering around him until she could no longer take it. Brushing his fingers against her soaking wet folds, he could hear her sharp gasp, and that was when he knew she was at the right temperature to eat, a blistering fever a feast for his senses. Cecelia had been gripping the arms of the chair hard as she was burning in pleasure from every lick, flip, suck, and bite, the thrust of his fingers. Cecelia would moan and shiver when he'd give her a good gut-wrenching moan from his own pleasure to please, but nothing felt better than her shaking legs and her loud orgasm, or so she thought.

Elvis gave her a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was sensational, different even, but now she craved something too. Pushing him onto the couch. Cecelia sat between his thighs, her eyes never leaving his as her hand began to pump his thick member in her hand. She could see his eyes fluttering shut and hear his sweet curses, and yet she hadn't even blown him yet. Licking the tip, she got a taste of his sweet pre-cum, swirling it around the head as she slowly took all of him in his mouth, careful not to use too much teeth in the process. Pulling her hair, Elvis began to buck his hips. Feeling how well her mouth followed in the perfect rhythm of his thrust,

"Perfect...Ah... Doll, yes!" His head leaning against the wall, he was content. He was full, and he was,

"Getting close, Mr. Presley?"

"Fuck... Yes, Cece...Don't stop don't-" Sinking herself onto his throbbing cock Cecelia pressed her face in his chest, a shiver down her spine from how empty she'd been without him deep inside her,

"F-F-FUcK!

"E-Elvis!" Her hips began to grind against him, she could feel his hands on her waist as he started off slow, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to treasure this moment and make it worth it,

"Hold on to me, baby." He then said as he carried her, still buried in her, and placed her back on the wall, Cecelia closed her eyes as he kissed down her neck then squeezed her nipple,

"Look at me..."

"Yes, sir, AH!" His hips nearly rammed into her, as her breast bounced from the speed that he was going,

"You like that don'tcha."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Then you'll like this." sitting her on top of the vanity, Elvis had quickened his pace. He could feel her walls close behind him and squeeze him for everything he had left. Grunting in her ear, he knew he was close, but he knew Cecelia was too.

"You gonna cum for me doll."

"Mhmm! Fuck!"

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes..." His hips kept going and her legs kept shaking,

"Yes, what," Elvis pulled out of her as he turned her to face the mirror entering right back into her overtly wet folds,

"Yes sir!"

"Good girl, now look in the... Shit, Mirror!" His hand graced her neck as he gave it a light squeezing, "Tell me princess who gives you fever."

"You do!" she moaned louder, enough that she was sure anyone walking by could hear them.

"Who loves you the most," Her legs were giving out and so were his.

"You! AH Fa-Fa-Fa-FUCK!" The two had both reached their peak and she nearly collapsed on the vanity table, Elvis had pulled out of her as his warm seed pooled out of her, and dripped down her thigh,

"Shit..."

"Wha-What?"

"I see what they mean when they say I'm so full I could bust." He laughed as Cecelia glanced at him,

"Elvis!" she laughed as she felt him clean her up with a warm towel,

"You okay?"

"Mhmm, just laughing at my God-awfully silly husband." picking her up, he placed her on his chest as the two on the couch together, a blanket over them as he took a deep breath,

"What a lovely way to burn." both their eyes clothes as they drifted off to sleep,

"PRESLEY OPEN UP PRESLEY!"

"Shit!"

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sweeetestcurse · 5 months

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A question for the fic writers out there:

Personally, I go through and rewrite each fic and chapter at least 3 times before I post and even then I feel like I could be doing more to make things better.

#fanfic #fanfiction #polls #not me over here starting up my forth rewrite of this 6k word chapter

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Steve and Eddie are walking through the woods in the Upside Down when Eddie tripped over a vine. In order to steady himself, he reached out to the nearest object, which happened to be Steve’s tit. Eddie stared at him, and Steve stared back.

Eddie: *cracking a grin* I got to second base with Steve Harrington. . .second base is a boob grab, right?. . .how many guys can say that they went to second base with Steve Harrington?

Steve: A couple, actually. *slids a hand over Eddie's hand, smirking* one of them even made a home run.

Eddie: Damn.

Steve: Problem?

Eddie: Yeah. I'm hella jealous again.

Steve: You don't have to be.

Still clutching Eddie's hand to his tit, Steve moved into Eddie's space and placed a kiss on Eddie's cheek, right on the corner of his mouth. Steve moved back a bit, his lips hovering over Eddie's for a moment before pulling back. He smirked, dropped Eddie's hand and started walking ahead.

Eddie: *spluttering* Fucking tease!

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #i never get tired of rewriting this scene #stranger things fanfiction

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silky-nereid · 2 months

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— running away is easy

links : Art Deco dividers, Art nouveau dividers, Orange dividers and continuation of bee’s knees & memory’s regret

Yandere!cheater (Gerald) x Married!reader/you x Yandere!firework owner (Ray)

a/n: hopefully this oneshot makes sense and I apologize if it doesn’t make sense.

tw : violence (someone gets punched.), dehumanizing terms ( it, this thing.)

You finished getting ready, wearing light clothes to try and battle the scorching heat that decided to finally come down. You walked down the empty opulent hallways, walls lined with extravagant paintings. You heard a familiar sound of a dial telephone ringing from the dark oak double doors, pushing open the door to see a room mirroring a library.

A chandelier hung off the ceiling that depicted the latest swirls and elegance, rows and rows of bookshelves. Your hand grazed yet you decided to grab the receiver, holding it against your ear and grabbing the stem and pressed your lips closer to the mouthpiece.

“Hello?” Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration. “How were you able to get this line? I am not going back today.”

You paced in small circles around the library, you saw them gesturing to the phone. Your hands let go of the receiver to let them continue the conversation with him which you decided to take the time to disconnect and you opened a book to read but the pages weren’t cut; they must not read often. You faintly heard the subtle remarks that they gave to him but you knew that he would always find a crack and open it more while roughly putting back the receiver on the holder.

Their footsteps trailed closer to you as they poked their head in the row that you were in with a hand on their hip, then started adjusting their cufflinks.

“Let’s go for a drive?” They suggested. “A drive will do us some good.”

You agreed to go through with a drive with a boiling sun whose rays felt that it would melt your skin off your nervous bones. It was somewhat going well, they had asked multiple times if you wanted to go shopping since it seemed that they had time to spare but you had declined the offers.

You used a handkerchief to cover your nose, trying to not breathe in the rancid stench of the sewers that seemed to be amplified by the boiling sun. The drive that ended up in the beginning, your hometown. The entrance was somewhat well taken care of and it still reeked of the elegance that you hadn’t missed.

“What are we doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to bring you back home to present myself to your parents.” Their eyes stared straight ahead, not even glancing at you. “For when we marry.”

“What?” You stopped fanning yourself with your hand to look at them. “Do you hear yourself, Ray? Can you drive us back?”

The sound of whistling wind was something that you had gotten used to in the forced drive back to their home, you saw their tightened grip on the steering wheel. Your eyes looked at the roundabout as it had been filled up with a familiar car that you knew too well. Ray helped you out of the car, your eyes noticed the crooked frames of the hallway and the remains of a cleanup from a shattered vase as the paintings seemed to be hanging off a thread.

“Stay here,” they said. “ I will be back to figure out what happened.”

You crossed your arms, waited till their footsteps became distant echoes down the long hallways and followed the remaining coverups of a destruction that led to a dark oak door which had a small opening, your eyes winced at the sudden brightness from the lightbulbs but noticed who sat on the pink striped cabriole.

“I told you to stay there, dear.” Ray’s footsteps hurried down the hallway, grabbing your shoulders to face them. “Why couldn’t you listen to me? You could have gotten hurt.”

A subtle cough escaped his lips which you pulled away from them, stepping into the lounge that seemed to be decorated with lesser tastes. The room seemed to desperately mimic the insides of a hotel room that hadn’t been cleaned in days or weeks but it had bits of elegance that couldn’t be hidden despite the filth. The ashtray held fresh butts of cigars which rolled your eyes since it seems that he would later ask for a light or for a cigarette from your golden case tucked in your pocket.

You sat in the floral settee, your trembling hand tightly gripped the cushions from the armrest that seemed to shatter in your mind. Your free hand held a small chunk of ice wrapped in a small towel and pressed it against your neck that was drenched in sweat. Ray stood behind the floral settee, their hands rested on the wooden frame while glimmering rings decorated their fingers.

“Why are you here?” Ray broke the silence and looked at him. “How did you get in here?”

“To get back what is mine,” he responded. “They’re married to me, remember not to you. A bootlegger. I was let in clearly but this tiny escapade will end now but how unsightly for you, Ray.”

“Bootlegger?” You looked at them with confusion then to Gerald. “They’re no bootlegger, they just own a couple of shops downtown I believe.”

”Don’t tell me that you believe those rancid lies and I thought you knew everything about them,” Gerald scoffed. “They’re a bootlegger. They’re the very thing that corrupts good people like you.”

Gerald smiled at you but the smile never reached his eyes, rolling up his sleeves and strolling towards the miniature bar. His hands meticulously grabbed the ingredients which was an old fashioned glass, remaining ice that hadn’t melted yet from the heat, bourbon. He poured himself a drink and planted himself down next to you, his free arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“They want to tell you something, Gerald.” Ray stepped towards you, pulling you up. “Say it, you’ve been practicing. It’s your moment, dear.”

Your eyes watered from the heat, legs shaking in unbridled fear.

“I—I want to leave you.” Your eyes looked up at Ray then to him. “I’m going to leave you.”

Gerald’s smile dropped, placing the glass on the nearby table. He dabbed away the sweat with a towel and discarded it on the floral settee.

“There I told him. Can we go now? It’s too hot.” Your trembling back touched the windowsill, tugging on Ray’s cuff. “Ray, please. Let’s just go.”

“You have filled up their brain with this nonsense.” Gerald stared at Ray and got up, standing a foot away from them. “With these putrid fantasies, why can’t you understand that they do not love you despite everything you have done for them. They love me, they married me, not you.“

“They don’t love you,” Ray replied. “Dear, say it. That you never loved him, you need to break from him and I will treat you better. I won’t be like him, I won’t bring women home, I’ll be loyal to you. Just say it once.”

“See,” he said,” they can’t say it because they love me. It was one time that I brought someone home but I didn’t do it again, did I? Did the gentleman who was found ashore in the papers also get this so-called loyalty?”

Your trembling hands pulled Ray’s fist that seemed to be made of steel away from Gerald, your nails scratched their forearm causing beads of blood to form while tears streamed down your face. He turned to see you sobbing with Ray looming over you, trying to calm you down but you didn’t want to be around Ray. Your voice cracked from shouting at Ray and how it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

“Are you sure this is what you wanted and not what this thing is saying?” Gerald held his bloodied nose with a towel that he discarded on the settee. “It’s blatantly obvious that it needs to control this temper then who knows what will happen to you and I will not be able to protect you. Are you sure this is what you are leaving me for?”

You untangled yourself from Ray’s web and standing between him and them, your back touched the floral printed wall. Your blurry vision darted from them to him, hearing the familiar noise of a heartbeat in your ears. Trembling legs that inched away from Ray despite them having their arms out and using their hands seemingly trying to push down on something nonexistent to get closer to you; was this supposed to be calming?

“Dear, this isn’t like you.” They urged you to come to them with each step. “Come to me and I’ll give you what you need.”

“You hardly know them.” Gerald looked at Ray with a burning glance. “Just because they took refuge in this cesspool that you call a home does not mean that they will go to you.”

Yandere! Cheater ending

You inched closer to him and Gerald slowly began to wave you over while he stepped back. Your hands squeezed his forearm, he wiped the remaining dried blood from his nose before tucking the discarded bloodied towel in his pocket.

“It seems that they made their decision.”Gerald kissed the side of your temple. “Let’s go to the car. A drive will do us good.”

Gerald’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. His footsteps guided out the door and down the marble steps till a tug on your wrist snapped you back into the humid reality.

“You don’t have to go to him,” Ray said. “Look at me, please. You can still make this right.”

Gerald pulled your wrist out of their grasp and helped you inside the car. His free hand drew circles in space where thumb met the index finger, the smile finally reached his eyes through the drive home back to the small world across the dock.

Your eyes looked at the blue sky shifting and exposing the insides of oranges, pinks, and purples. The sky had been dyed pitch black with glimmering rhinestones stitched into the fabric, he helped you out. Your coat had been peeled off your shoulders and you expected to hear only your footsteps and the occasional servants but it was doubled with his.

“Why the change of heart, Gerald?” You asked. “Why have you decided to stay rather than going into her arms?”

“You seemed distracted more than ever,” he replied. “She can wait but it seems that I have neglected you for far too long, haven’t I?”

Gerald guided you once more to the bedroom, his hands carefully peeled away your clothes to be replaced with your comfortable nightwear and he sat you down on the cabriole.

“What did you do to me?” Your knees pressed up against your chest and eyes tracing the custom design on the cabriole. “I don’t know where I begin and where you end.”

Gerald’s eyes looked at you and his footsteps stopped at the side of the cabriole’s armrest. You looked up at him, a warm hand that held yours and slipping on your wedding ring. His hands held your face up and he seemed to try to understand the knots and tangles of your mind.

“We have stayed here too long, don’t you agree?” He asked. “Let’s go on a trip and this time you get to choose where we go. Would you like this?”

You agreed that he sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around you, your fingertips traced the circles on his knuckles; feeling the vein, warmth, and calloused palms.

Yandere! Firework owner ending

You held the wedding ring that made you tethered to him, it was a piece of melted metal that meant something special years ago but it meant nothing now. Gerald’s lips grew into a smile, taking back the ring and asking for a light and a cigarette.

“Someone will get your things.” He looked at you and them. “I won’t be there if this fails.”

Gerald’s footsteps echoed throughout the hallways till it became a distant memory in the halls.

Days had passed which Ray’s eyes seemed to remind you of a cat’s pupils that would grow bigger each time they saw you despite now living in the same house.

You were wearing comfortable loose clothes and sat on one of the lounge chairs, seeing the house that was once yours across the dock; how small and insignificant it looked. Ray’s hands held you delicately as if their body was molded specifically to hold you, their fingertips drew swirls on your spine that caused your hands to tighten on the back of their coat.

“Did I hurt you?” They stopped the swirls. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“It’s alright.” You smiled, holding their face that seemed to be the boiling sun in your hands. “Are you alright? Has your hand healed?”

“It’s just a scratch.” They showed their bandaged hand. “Nothing new, my love.”

Ray’s eyes admired your wonderful features, often asking if you secretly were a noble who bewitched them with your very presence.

Your grip tightened on their forearm with each step towards your old childhood home.

“Why are we here again?” You asked. “Can’t we do this another day?“

“To get your parents' blessing.” They looked at you. “Love, we must do this since we cannot push this back even further.”

You watched the familiar door open to be greeted by an older couple whose face molded into happier faces. Surely, they are looking for someone else.

The furniture was in the same exact place since you left, your knuckles knocked on the wooden door frame to get rid of remaining thoughts that decided to bury themselves in your brain. You disliked the suffocating taste of the home, standing on the steps and hearing the excited footsteps of Ray.

“I got the blessing, my love.” They smiled. “Are you alright?”

“Let’s just go to the car,” you replied.

Ray walked and helped you into the car, you could feel the boiling excitement from underneath their very skin.

“Do you think that we could go to the beach?” You smiled. “I haven’t been there in ages.”

#yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere prompt #tw yandere #yandere fanfiction #yandere fic #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader x yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere male x reader #yandere male x you #totally might rewrite an ending

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