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jvnluvr · 1 year

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blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

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beatrixstonehill2 · 28 days

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"Hey, I'm going out for a pack of smokes, need anything?" Michelle asked her younger brother, Sean.

"Sure, I'm almost out. Do you need any money?"

She smacked her giant, octuplet-filled belly. "What? As if.... I'm just gonna find a few guys to fuck for cash, should be no problem with my belly this big."

"Of course.... why didn't I think of that?"

"You're so naive, little bro...." Michelle giggled, giving her belly another playful smack.

"You know, when mom and dad asked if you could live with me, since I had an apartment and you were couch surfing, I didn't quite imagine what that meant."

"I hope you aren't regretting our little arrangement. All the free sex you could ever want with your dreamy older sister?"

"No, definitely not! You know how much I've always fantasized about you..... I just had no clue you were, well...."

"A forever-pregnant whore?"

"Not the words I'd use, but yeah. When did you start prostituting? I thought you went away to college. I didn't want to ask the last few months because I thought it might be rude."

"Awwww, well yeah, I went to college to pursue a Master's in Engineering. All was going well, until my horny-as-fuck sorority sisters convinced me to start partying, take every drug under the sun, and abuse fertility drugs and IQ-lowering drugs to be 'more fun', which I am now, to be fair. Always carrying at least sextuplets, and I'm down to a 62 IQ, from around 170...."

"Holy shit, no wonder you're so different and, well, no offense but all you think about is getting high and having sex."

"See? More fun. Long story short I dropped out because schoolwork was getting in the way of drugs and fucking, and it turns out, fucking is a great way to score more drugs! Win-win. Now is this little interrogation over so I can go out in my little nighttime stroll outfit and get my brains fucked out for some cigarette money." She gave her brother a kiss, deep on the lips, giggled as she wiped as a line of their saliva, then merrily walked from their apartment, bobbing her hips, tits bouncing.

Sean stood there, knowing she'd be back in an hour, and they'd probably chainsmoke and fuck. But he instead got on his jacket and shoes, and took a big wad of money out of his wallet, waiting for her to get to her usual spot along the park near their apartment, before heading out. Since she was a proud little whore, he might as well pay her for sex, the thought of paying his older sister to fuck her in the middle of the park at night made his cock instantly hard. She was such a trainwreck, but he and the rest of their family was far happier to see her become a massively pregnant drug-addicted slut than an engineer. It suited Michelle so much better to be so round and dumb.

#breeding k1nk #huge pregnant belly #pregnant kink #pregnant nsft #mindless breeder #incest kink

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Fists for Family (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)

A/N: Here we go! Originally, this was going to be just Rayleigh with Shakky just having one line or one action, but we need that grandma action. Who do guys want to see interacting with a child next?

Dividers by @saradika

Rayleigh sat in the Shakky’s Rip-off bar, sipping his drink and speaking with his wife, when his attention was pulled away from her to a newcomer.

“Oh Dear, What did you do now?” He asks as he sighs, setting his glass down.

“So-rry Grandpa,” the small child drawls

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow.

“Reader, Did you get into another fight?”

“…yeah,” they mutter.

Rayleigh is quick to give them a quick slap to the back of the head.

“Ow! Grandpa, what was that for! Grandma Grandpa is being mean!”

Rayleigh gives them a hard look.

“To knock some sense into you, you always get in trouble like this, yet you never learn!”

“He’s right, Honey; you’ll get really hurt one day if you keep this up,” Shakky says exhaling the smoke in a thin wisp.

“But Grandpa, Grandma, they deserved it!”

Rayleigh shakes his head, looking at the child.

“It doesn’t matter if they did deserve it! You need to learn self-restraint! You don’t walk around beating people up whenever they wrong you!”

“Why not?!” they yell at him.

Rayleigh delivers a second slap to the back of their head.

“Ow! Grandpa, that really hurts! Grandma!” they call again, hoping she will save them.

She simply gives them a smile and shakes her head, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

“Good! I hope you remember that when you think of getting into another pointless fight for no reason again.”

They pout, rubbing the back of their head.

“I hope that attitude sticks around. Now, what was this fight about hm? Or should I find out later from an angry mob again?”

“That was one time, Grandpa! He was insulting you! And then went crying to his dad, who happened to be the mayor.” The child protests, crossing their arms.

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow.

“What was it this time?” the old man says, waving his previous statement off.

The child fidgets slightly at the question.

“Hm?” Rayleigh presses, clearly noticing the child’s reluctance to answer.

The child mutters something under their breath.

Rayleigh leans in, placing his hands together and resting his elbows on the table as he stares at the child with curious eyes.

“What was that?”

“…they were insulting you again.”

The old man sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“That’s what started this?”

They nod, rubbing their arm nervously

He sighs, motioning Reader to come closer

They step towards him, still avoiding his eyes even as he picks them up, placing them on his lap.

Rayleigh gently puts a hand on their cheek.

“Look at me, reader.”

They glance at him.

“Do not let them get to you, Reader. I am not fragile, and you do not have to defend me every time they make a snide remark.”

“I know, but it’s not fair how they talk about you, Grandpa!”

Rayleigh smiles and hugs them tightly.

“I know it isn’t fair, but you must remember that people like that are not worth your time and energy. Let them babble nonsense about me and come to me with it instead. Do not let their snide remarks get to you, though. Okay..?”

“Good..and promise me you won’t go around hitting people when they say something you don’t like?”

“I’ll try”

“Hm, better than nothing.” The old man sighs and pats their head.

“Now let me see,” Shakky says, gesturing to their arm.

“But it’s gonna hurt!”

Rayleigh sighs and ruffles their hair.

“Stop whining; listen to your Grandmother.”

They groan, showing her their arm where a new cut adorned their skin.

Shakky humed as she examined the cut. It wasn’t a bad one, but it was still enough to require at least some sort of care-taking.

Rayleigh looked back at Reader and spoke softly.

“This is why you shouldn’t just attack people blindly just because you don’t like what they say.”

The woman looked at them for a moment before sighing and picking them up from her husband’s lap.

“You’re coming with me, and we’re going to properly treat that.”

“Rayleigh, could you pass me the rubbing alcohol? It’s on the cabinet over there.”

Rayleigh swiftly stands and walks to the bartender’s side of the bar, opens the cabinet, and grabs a bottle of alcohol, handing it to his wife.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you, Dear”

“Now don’t you worry, Reader, if you behave, then this won’t hurt at all,” she says as she puts her cigarette in her mouth and inhales.

Rayleigh nods and smiles before Shakky starts pouring the alcohol over the cut, and he places a small bandage on it. Reader winces at the pain but tries to remain still.

“There you go, dear. It’s not a big cut, so it will be good as new in a few days, As long as you don’t get into any more fights.” Rayleigh comments

The old man turns to shake a finger at the child sternly, but the scolding is just an act as he tries to hide the soft chuckle.

The child giggles at his grandpa’s antics.

“Thank you, and sorry.”

Rayleigh laughs and ruffles their hair.

“Just don’t let it happen again, sweetheart. I do not enjoy fixing you up after a fight.”

He remembers something and glances toward the child in his wife’s hands.

“So, did you win?”

“Of course I did; I’m your grandchild, after all,” she grins, giving him a peace sign.

He laughs and gives them a quick kiss on the forehead,

“That you are. I expect nothing less from my grandchild.”

Shakky shakes her head with a smile on her face, kissing their forehead as well.

What should I try next? I really like these child!reader scenarios, do you guys like them or would you prefer other scenarios? Romantic maybe? Or maybe platonic friends?

#silvers rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #rayleigh x child!reader #shakky #shakky x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x child!reader #dark king rayleigh #one piece rayleigh #shakky x child!reader #shakuyaku #shakyaku x reader #rayleigh #shakuyaku x child!reader #rayleigh x gn reader #shakky x gn reader #shakuyaku x gn reader

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zablife · 10 months

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Favorite Ex

Summary: When Carmy’s stress and anxiety rise to unprecedented levels, he shuts down and pushes you away. However, you can’t stop thinking about each other.

Author’s Note: Inspired by Maisie Peter’s song “Favourite Ex" and lines from S1, E5 which I've italicized.

Warnings: language, mention of fire, angst, break up, fluffy ending

Shades of orange consumed Carmy’s vision, searing heat hitting his face, neck and arms as flames rose dangerously high from the burners. His hands should have reached for the fire extinguisher instead of remaining by his side, arm hairs singing to oblivion. In that moment he wasn’t sure if he was unable or unwilling to guide himself, but he was well aware it wasn’t normal, this lack of concern for his own well being. As black smoke collected around him, the shifting light danced in his darkened pupils, but he wasn’t present, his thoughts were far away with you.

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The light flickered above the kitchen sink as he watched you fill the coffee pot, the need for caffeine growing after days of getting up before five every day this week. “Carmy, did you pay the electric bill?” you demanded with a huff. You were always short with him recently and he knew he was letting you down, but the days at the restaurant were wearing on him.

Turning back to blow smoke out the window, he rubbed his eyes, trying to recall which bills he’d been able to take care of this month.

“Are you listening to me? They’re gonna cut you off again. I told you last week about the notice,” you said, reaching for the stack of papers piled high on the counter. Unable to find what you were looking for in the chaos, you gave up, placing your fingertips to your temples. “Look, Carmy, I know you wanted me to move here permanently, but I think that was just the grief talking.”

Carm grimaced as he flicked the cigarette butt out the window. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean, you needed someone here with you after Mikey—“ you began, but he cut you off, jumping up from the window and pushing past you to stalk down the hall.

“Don’t do that!” you warned him.

“What?” he muttered as he kept walking.

“That thing you do where you walk away and don’t talk to me for days. I can’t stand it!”

He turned on his heel, facing you with clenched jaw. “Well, what the fuck am I supposed to say when you tell me you’re here out of pity.”

You furrowed your brow at his accusation. “That’s not what I said. I want to be here, but not if you won’t talk to me about what’s going on with you. You just shut me out and I need more!” You’d finally said what had been on your mind for weeks now, too afraid to voice your own needs when your boyfriend was struggling with major life changes.

“Well, I can’t do that,” he shouted. His words were so harsh it felt like a stab to the back. You’d been there for him since he got the call about Mikey and sat with him night after night when he had horrific nightmares, waking covered in sweat, but unwilling to say a word about them.

“Do you know how many people need me right now? Syd and Tina are at each other’s throats, Richie’s always starting shit and Sugar’s calling me twenty times a day about meetings and talking to Ma. I don’t need this from you too. I can’t do this!” he said, body suddenly going deathly still, eyes fixing on a water stain on the wall just as the lights went out.

Observing his rigid posture, you knew he’d shut down. It was how he coped with stress and even though you hated it, you had to accept that you weren’t going to get any more out of him today. You wiped a tear from your cheek as you nodded to yourself.

“Okay, Carmy. I’m gonna give you some space then,” you conceded, leaving him in the darkened hallway. He listened to the front door slam behind you as he rested his forehead against the adjacent doorway, knowing he’d fucked it all up and hating himself more than he already did.

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“Carmy! Carmy!” A voice shouted, breaking through his haze and urging him to act. “Fire, chef!” Sweeps warned, moving up to take charge of the blaze. Carm finally moved back, shaking his head as though he were just realizing what was happening. Grabbing the fire extinguisher from the other man’s hands he pulled the pin and aimed the nozzle at the flames lapping at the stove, watching as a thick spurt of white foam issued forth. The fire died out with a sizzle and Carm breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“Yo, Jeff, what happened?” Tina asked, popping her head around the corner.

“Fire’s out,” Sweeps declared, hauling the extinguisher off swiftly. Carmy turned to Tina, snapping back into work mode and asked, “Sorry, everything's fine. Did you finish your prep?”

“Yeah, you alright?” she said with concern, glancing up and down his disheveled form.

“I need to go take care of something,” he mumbled, heading for the alley.

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Your phone rang and you immediately reached to silence it, stopping when you noticed Carm’s number flash on the screen. It had been three months since you’d spoken and you wondered if you should even answer. He’d made it clear that a relationship was not what he wanted right now and you had made peace with that….until now. You had to admit you missed him.

Your best nights had been with Carmy, listening to music in his tiny kitchen as you cooked together. You could still feel the warmth of his hands on your hips as he checked the progress of the sauce over your shoulder. “More garlic,” he’d say with authority.

“Fuck your one star, I’m the chef tonight,” you always told him. His smirk told you he was pleased with your assertiveness, happy not to have make any decisions for the night. However, your need to take charge caused your worst fights as well. You wanted Carm to talk about Mikey and the more you pushed, the more he retreated from you. He said you didn’t understand, but you cared deeply, wanting to help him through his grief. Simply wanting to take care for him if only he'd let you.

The buzzing from your phone continued and you finally decided to pick up, more eager than you should have been to hear his voice again. You cleared your throat anxiously before answering with a shaky, “Carmy?”

“Y/n? Sorry, I know it’s late,” he apologized.

“S’okay. What’s going on?” you asked, trying to sound casual as you picked at your pajama bottoms nervously.

“We had a fire at the restaurant today,” he began.

“Oh, my God, Carm, are you okay?” you blurted, worried about how calm he sounded despite what he’d just told you.

“Yeah, yeah. It was just a grease fire, you know? But the point is, I realized something. I was watching it and I had a minute where I thought—If I don’t do anything, this place will burn down and all my anxiety will go away with it,” he sighed heavily and your heart nearly broke at the sound, listening to him open up to you in a way you knew was difficult for him.

“And then I put the fire out,” he finished. “I snapped out of it and I realized I’ve been avoiding a lot of things….I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t think I could handle it all. Like I was waiting for Mikey to come back and fix all the fucked up shit he left, but I’m done with that. I want live my life for me.”

You nodded into the phone, lip trembling as you replied, “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“I haven’t slept without you. I’ve cried for weeks. Nothing feels right without you, but I’m going to start making some changes around here and I hope you’ll come back,” he said, swallowing harshly as he awaited your answer.

You searched the ceiling, wanting to say yes right away, but knowing how Carmy’s mood could change on a dime. “That sounds really good so let’s start with dinner first, ok?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he rushed out, relieved to hear you would see him again. “You free Thursday?”

“Thursday? Sure,” you agreed.

Then you heard him breathe into the phone as though he was letting out an anxious breath. “You still like chicken piccata?” he asked and you smiled, knowing he remembered your favorite.

“Only if you let me help make the sauce,” you countered. “Fucking one star,” you quipped. You heard him laugh and it warmed your heart.

You liked the thought of calling him that again instead of your ex. He was your favorite ex, but that wasn't really a consolation. You hoped things were changing for the better, but only time would tell.

#The Bear fanfic #The Bear imagine #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy x reader #Carmy x y/n #Carmy x you #carmy berzatto fanfiction

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daytaker · 4 months

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hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then it’s about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that

sorry that it’s extremely specific and thank you regardless _(┐「ε:)_

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.

And a box of smokes in your back pocket.

"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.

You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.

"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.

You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.

"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"

Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"

"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."

You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.

"So this is their house, huh? Sick."

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It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.

"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."

"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.

Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."

"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"

"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"

"That's gotta be messy as fuck."

"It is!"

"You got any photos?"

"....Eh?"

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"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"

Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"

"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"

"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."

You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."

---

"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.

"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"

Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"

You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"

He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"

You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.

You head back down the stairs.

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waywardxwords · 8 months

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Summary: Ten months ago, Sam threw himself and Lucifer into the cage. While Dean went off to live happily with Lisa and Ben, you couldn’t bring yourself to live a “normal” life. While on a hunt, your trail leads to Lansing, Michigan where you get your hopes up when you stumble upon the Sam Winchester in a dive bar. Instead, bumping into the man you had fallen for years before leaves you feeling empty. Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Female Reader Word Count: ~4.1k Warnings: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE STOP READING. THIS IS RATED M FOR MATURE. Soulless!Sam, swearing, smut (p in v, unprotected), slightly angsty, sadness, feeling used…Sam is kind of a douchebag in this (hello, he has no soul) - I would also like to preface that I'm still new at this whole ~writing smut~ thing, so please be kind but I am 10000% open to critique/feedback!

A cloud of cigarette smoke pooled above the bar as your boots clicked upon the hardwood of a little dive bar in Lansing, Michigan. It had been ten months since everything changed–Sam in the pit as Lucifer’s vessel, and Dean off living the life he had always deserved with Lisa and Ben. You were happy for him, truly. But that life wasn’t your life. Once you knew about all that went bump in the night, there was no going back. Thankfully, you had found Alice McCaffrey. Bobby had introduced you when you told him you wanted to get back out there. “You don’t hunt alone,” he had warned you. Alice was a little older than you, but you seemed to gel well. It wasn’t like hunting with the Winchesters, but it was still fine.

The two of you found a small, round table towards the back of the bar where there were billiard tables and took your place on the stools.

“I just don’t get it,” Alice gnawed a little at her bottom lip. “We tracked that trail all the way here…there’s no way it just goes cold.” There was plenty of evidence floating around that the Shapeshifter was here, in Lansing. And when you said ‘the’, you meant the one and only: first of its kind, Daddy Shapeshifter; the one who created all shapeshifters.

“I mean, this thing has been alive for how many years?” You toyed with a round paperboard coaster in your hands. “He could just be that good. He’s used to evading hunters for centuries.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she grumbled, but you knew she wasn’t going to let it go. That was fine by you, but in the meantime…

“I’m gonna grab a beer, you want anything?” You asked her as you thumbed to the bar.

“Yeah, one for me, too. But none of that light shit…see if they have a Guinness or something,” she pulled out her laptop and her leatherbound journal.

Just as you turned to walk towards the bar, you caught sight of him. Him. The him you had mourned (and were still mourning, if you were honest with yourself). Your breath caught in your throat as his tall, broad frame stood over a billiard table. The bright light above the table accented each of his features–nothing had changed, really, besides his hair maybe being a tiny bit longer and it looked like he had been working out again. His eyes grazed over the green baize fabric on the table to check his next move.

You didn’t want to make a scene, but this wasn’t possible…there was no way in Hell this man could be standing in front of you. You quickly pulled your cell phone from your pocket and dialed the familiar number. You refused to pull your eyes away as you watched for any sudden movements.

“Bobby?” You asked when he answered after just the third ring. “You got any idea why I’m standing in a bar in Michigan looking at Sam Winchester right now?”

As if on cue, Sam seemed to feel your gaze as he pulled his eyes up from the table and found yours.

“Balls,” Bobby grumbled as you listened to his drawl through the receiver of the phone. “Listen, it’s Sam…but I didn’t say anything ‘cause I didn’t want ya to get hurt…” you weren’t sure what that meant. Sam had already started his pace over to you. There was a smile upon his lips, but it seemed different. “Something’s different about him. He ain’t been the same since he got pulled out of Lucifer’s cage. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear ya, Bobby,” your words were soft. “I’ll, uh, I’ll call you later.” You hung up quickly just as he approached.

Your name fell from his lips, almost inquisitively. That same old Sam Winchester half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Sam,” you breathed in return. It was difficult to keep Bobby’s warning in the back of your mind when the man you had hunted with for so long was standing just in front of you. While hunting with the brothers, you had never allowed your feelings to see the light of day. They were professional, and they had taught you so much about what looms in the dark. But you would be a liar if you said you had never felt butterflies when Sam smiled at you, laughed at your joke, or the way it felt when his fingers grazed your skin…

“Hey, wow, it’s been such a long time,” something did feel a bit off with his words, but even more so with his demeanor. You had mapped out those hazel eyes over the two years you spent hunting with the boys, and there was a lightness missing. They just felt empty.

“Sam, how are you here? I saw you fall into the cage myself,” the thought alone made your eyes burn. Watching Sam and the strength he had to throw himself (and Lucifer) into the cage was devastating.

“Yeah, uh, I don’t really know?” He chuckled softly. You searched for the light, but still couldn’t find it—even behind his laughter. “I just sorta woke up and I was back…”

“God, it’s so incredible to see you,” you couldn’t stop staring at him, afraid if you blinked, he’d disappear. “Is Dean here? Are you guys trying to figure out what brought you back?”

Sam broke his gaze from yours, but only for a second. He slipped his hands into his front jean pockets. “No, uh, I didn’t want to pull Dean back in. It’s rare to get an opportunity to get outta this life. He seems happy,” he nodded. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of emotion in his tone or on his face. “I, uh, I actually found some of my mom’s family. They have a compound here in Lansing, so I’ve been hunting with them.”

You tried to hide the way his words stung. He was so stoic, you didn’t want to look like a fool. But you were hurt…he had to have known you were still hunting. It made you doubt yourself—there were probably better people to hunt with and he had found them. You had always wondered if you were just a tagalong for the Winchesters; maybe they had just felt bad for you, after all.

“Oh, nice,” you forced a smile and a small nod. “That’s good. Hunting with family is good…” your words trailed.

Sam matched your nod. As if he realized he should be asking you about yourself, he continued with, “What about you? Are you hunting still?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you turned back to your hunting buddy as she watched cautiously from your table. “This is Alice McCaffrey,” you introduced as you stepped back to the table and Sam followed. “Alice, this is Sam Winchester. Alice and I have been hunting together."

Alice’s eyes widened. “The Sam Winchester?�� She asked, incredulously.

“The one and only,” he chuckled as he shook her hand.

“Wow,” Alice’s eyes drifted to you—you knew immediately what she was thinking: shifter? Demon? Shifter-demon?

“It’s really him,” you confirmed. While you hadn’t tested him yourself, you trusted Bobby. Bobby seemed very certain. He just also made it explicitly clear that Sam was different.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I just…I thought you were in the pit…”

“Yeah,” Sam tucked some strands of brown hair that had fallen forward back behind his ear. “I was, but somehow got a way out. We’re still trying to figure that out.” He explained.

“That’s great,” she seemed a little hesitant, but that was why you loved Alice. Alice was wary of anyone and everyone; she didn’t trust at face value. There were still days you wondered if you had earned her full and complete trust.

“What brings you to Lansing?” Sam shifted the topic, his eyes on you now.

“We’ve been trailing a shifter,” you kept the topic brief. It felt weird not delving into all the details of your case, but you couldn’t quite shake the fact that Sam had been back and hadn’t tried to connect with you.

“Oh, the original?” He looked between the two of you. Alice narrowed her eyes at Sam.

“Yeah, are you hunting him too?” She questioned.

He looked between the two of you, still emotionless. “Yeah, we got him. A few hours ago, my team had him killed.”

“You…you managed to kill him?” Alice looked at him with the same level of shock as before.

“Sam, he was the original shapeshifter. Like, father to all shifters,” you added in, wondering if maybe he didn’t realize.

“I know,” he looked between the two of you. “He was a beast. But we’re a team of six. We had it covered.”

Alicia glanced at you—you knew the look. She wasn’t sure of this Sam Winchester guy.

“Hey,” Sam's fingertips grazed your hand. “Would you wanna get outta here? Some place we can sit and catch up. Somewhere quiet?” Between his fingertips on your flesh, and the way his voice had dropped lowly, you shuddered internally.

Somehow, you still seemed hesitant. Had this been ten months ago, you would have leapt out of your chair and been halfway to the door by now. But it wasn’t. And this version of Sam just felt different. You pushed past the hesitation. “Yeah, okay,” you nodded.

“Let me just go let the guys know I’ll be back in a while,” he thumbed back to the billiard tables where you finally noticed an older man, bald and eyes that you felt like could see through your soul. You managed a quick nod before he headed back that way.

“Can I say something and you promise it won’t piss you off?” Alicia asked as soon as Sam was out of earshot.

You were fairly certain you knew what she had to say, but you pulled your eyes from Sam’s back and looked back at her. “Of course.”

“I listened to you go on and on about this Sam Winchester guy. Even when you didn’t realize you were talking about him. You talk about him in your sleep,” she emphasized. Warmth crept up your neck and into your cheeks. You hadn’t realized you were sleep-talking about him… “But the Sam Winchester you’ve been mourning for almost a year? Girl, that’s not him.” Her eyes bore into you.

“I know he seems a little…rough around the edges,” you tried to reason as your eyes found him talking to the bald man in the corner. The man had returned his gaze to you as Sam spoke. “But we have no idea what happened to him in that cage. That would change anyone, Alicia.” You looked back to your hunting buddy.

“I get that, I do,” she agreed. “I’m just asking you to be careful. A lot can change in ten months. Especially when we’re talking about someone coming back from one of the darkest depths of Hell…if not, the darkest depth of Hell.”

“I’ve got it handled,” you watched him as he moved back towards your table. “I’ll meet you back at the motel later.” You managed a quick smile and hopped off of your bar stool.

“Ready?” Sam asked as you approached. You nodded once, but couldn’t help the feeling of the bald man watching you. Sam began to lead you away from the table.

“It was nice meeting you,” Alicia practically yelled over the sounds of the bar. Sam nodded once nonchalantly back at her.

“Yeah, you too,” it was strange, but then Sam’s hand snaked around yours and held it in his palm, and any uncertainty you had in your gut went out the window.

When Sam suggested going some place quiet, you had assumed that would be a café or diner; somewhere public, but where you could get caught up. It surprised you when he pulled into a motel parking lot and had you wait in the car. He wasn’t staying here…why was he getting a room? You were smarter than this, but somehow Sam Winchester had always had a way of emitting a haze around you; a haze that more than clouded your judgment.

“Why a motel room?” You finally managed to ask as you stood behind him while he unlocked the door.

“I just figured it would be nice to get caught up…” you noticed his eyes trailed down the front of you. He was looking at you in a way he had never done so blatantly before; a way you had always imagined in your mind, but never experienced. Your throat ran dry as he opened the door and held it open for you to step through. Suddenly you felt nervous.

“I really missed you, Sam,” you felt a lump of emotion knit together in your throat. Your eyes moved up his torso to find his hazel gaze. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

A surprise to you, his arms snaked around you and pulled you into his chest. “I missed you, too,” you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sam was saying it because he knew he was supposed to.

“Sam…” you started cautiously. There were two parts of you, and they were at war: on one hand, you had wanted this moment to happen for so long–you had willed for Sam to come back. But the other part of you had so many questions that you felt needed answered before you could fully open up to him. “How long have you been back?”

“Just about ten months,” he answered with little-to-no hesitation. He seemed a little surprised when your eyes widened.

You moved away from him to sit on the edge of one of the double beds in the room. Your eyes found the multicolored carpet that lined the motel room floor. “You’ve been back almost the entire time we thought you had been gone, and you didn’t call?”

“It’s…complicated,” he breathed out as he moved to sit next to you on the bed. “Things aren’t like they were ten months ago,” he tried to explain. You kept your eyes on the carpet as he spoke. “Things are different now. The Campbells are different…” there was that word again: different. Your eyes didn’t budge until your name fell as a whisper from his lips. “I really did miss you.”

You watched as his eyes trailed over you once more. Across your face, down your neck…you felt the heat rising again. “I feel like I’ve had this dream a million times–you coming back. And now it’s real, and it just feels…”

“I know,” his words were soft again as his body shifted towards you.

Before your brain could argue with your heart again, you felt your hands pull at the collar of his plaid button-down shirt. His face moved closer until your lips crashed against each other in a hasty motion. His movements were quick, but thorough, as his hands traveled to your waist. He pulled at the hem of your cotton t-shirt until his fingers slipped underneath and grazed against the flesh of your hips, causing goosebumps to bubble on the surface of your skin.

Your hands tangled in the locks of hair at the back of his neck just as his hands lifted you and pulled you onto his lap so your legs straddled his waist. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt again until you instinctively raised your arms and broke where your lips met as he tugged the garment over your head. His fingers tangled in your hair once more as he stood up with your legs secured around his waist and turned to lay you on the bed. Once your eyes fluttered to see him pulling his button-down off, your brain kicked back into gear.

“Sam,” you breathed. He was back hovered over you now, his fingertips tracing a line of goosebumps down your neck, then your clavicle, to the tops of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat once more. “Sam, should we…are we doing this?” You were still trying to wrap your head around the idea that this was happening.

He paused for a moment and looked back down at you; your eyes tried to find old Sam once more–even just a glimmer. But you were coming up empty, yet again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” his emphasis on the word ‘long’ made your heart and stomach flutter simultaneously. “I should have before. But I was stupid, and then I was saying ‘yes’ to Lucifer, and I never thought I’d see you again.”

Your brain wanted to remind him that he could have called you, hell, he could have shown up at your doorstep and you would have welcomed him back with open arms. But your heart decided against it as he leaned closer to your lips.

“I thought maybe you wanted this too,” he breathed as his lips gingerly touched against yours once more.

Words failed you, so instead you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair once more. The way you moved your lips against his gave him your answer.

His fingers strategically moved behind you, expertly unclasping the black bra that constrained your breasts. With a quick flick of his fingers, you felt the material relax and the straps slipped off of your shoulder blades. Your eyes found his once more–the only thing you saw was want and lust.

You relished in the feeling of his lips as they trailed from your lips to your neck, sucking on the skin just under your earlobe. You closed your eyes at the sensation; your heart allowed your fingers to move through his hair, down to the nape of his neck. He moved against you in a way that warmed you to your core. You hadn’t realized Sam had moved his fingers down to the metal button clasp on your jeans. His fingers very quickly and skillfully moved so the button popped through the denim material and loosened. As he worked, his lips trailed down to your breast and attached to your nipple. His tongue moved over the already hardened bud, massaging in a way that elicited a moan from the back of your throat.

The break of the suction of his lips from your skin evoked a pop that echoed to your ears. In one swift motion, he pulled your jeans from your hips, bringing your underwear with it. He took a moment to stand at the edge of the bed. You watched as the muscles in his fingers, hands and forearms flinched as he worked his belt and jeans from their own metal clasp. He pulled his jeans down along with his boxers until they were at his ankles and he could step out of them.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. Your breath hitched once more–that wasn’t something your imagination had come up with when you had thought of this moment. The burn from the pink glow you had felt on more than one occasion tonight crept back up your skin once more, but this time you couldn’t hide.

“Sam,” your breath hitched in your throat, yet again.

Sam moved back over you at that moment, no additional words exchanged. You felt his length harden just between your legs upon your thigh. Your eyes closed once more as he kissed you with a force you had never felt before–you couldn’t place it. It wasn’t passion, it was need.

His hands moved yours just above your head so they were bent at your elbows. With one hand, he clasped them there. His other hand moved down the side of your face, down your breasts until they wrapped around his cock. You felt his knee move between your thighs to part them. His hand shifted until his fingers deftly found your center. Sam’s index finger slipped between your folds, finding out for certain just how excited you were for this moment.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby,” his breath tickled just below your earlobe as he whispered. He picked up the pace with his fingers as he rubbed your swelling nub with his thumb. He moved in small circles that made you begin to grind your hips with his motions. Without warning, he plunged a finger inside of you once, twice, three times before he added a second finger.

A gasp escaped your lips as you pressed your head back into the mattress even further, your mouth agape. “Jesus, Sam,” you couldn’t help the words as they toppled out between your lips. After a few more thrusts, he reached down to pump his hand between his legs again. Without his touch, your brain started working once more. “D-Do you have a condom?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you were lucky to even get words strewn together that made any sense at this point.

“It’s alright, I’ll pull out,” he kissed just below your ear on your jawline. Goosebumps flooded the surface of your skin once more as his stubble trailed over you. Your brain didn't have a moment to respond.

As he lined himself up against your center, you opened your eyes to find his gaze. His eyes were dark–a dark you had never noticed before. The normal flecks of gold, green, and blue were suddenly a darker yellow, forest green and gray. It was beautiful–lustful, even–but you didn’t see any emotion. They were still just empty.

Your mouth fell agape as he pushed into you, releasing your hands above his head so he could reach down and pull your legs and hook your ankles around his back. Instinctively, you moved your hips against him, meeting him with each movement he made.

Sam ducked his head so his lips could connect with the sweet spot he had found just above your clavicle. You couldn’t be sure, but by the feeling you knew it would leave a mark; you didn’t care. You focused on the raw feeling of him inside you, the way he grunted with each thrust. You flattened your palms up his back, the feeling of his muscles under your hands adding to the pooling warmth in the pit of your belly.

Strategically, Sam reached between the two of you and pressed his thumb to your clit once more. The continuous motion of the small circles sent a shudder over you.

“Sam…” you warned.

He nipped at the skin below your ear. “I know, baby. Let me get you there,” the words dropped from his lips in a whisper once more.

You moved your hips to the rhythm of his hand and his thrusts. The muscles in your abdomen tightened and trembled as he pushed you over the edge. The pace of his movements picked up as he removed his hand and gripped your hips again–he pumped in and out of you with such fervor, you thought you might break.

With a shallow grunt, he quickly pulled out as he found his release–and suddenly, you felt empty.

Sam removed himself from the bed quickly and retreated to the small bathroom to clean up. As he came back, he handed you a towel. While you never could have known what being with Sam would be like, exactly…this wasn’t what you had expected.

“That was…” your voice trailed off as you tried to catch your breath. You rolled to your side and propped yourself up on your elbow as you watched him. Instinctively, you pulled the rustled sheet up just under your chin to cover yourself.

Sam’s eyes found you as he pulled up his boxers, and then his jeans. His chest heaved only slightly as he got dressed. “Yeah, that was nice,” a smile pulled on his lips. “I’m glad we bumped into each other again.” Your throat felt dry again. Words failed you; you didn’t know what to say to that. He pulled his shirt over his head and fixed some of the buttons. “I paid through the night, so you can crash here, if you want,” he gestured to the room.

“You’re…you’re leaving?” You tried to shove the emotions bubbling up so they went back down. It felt like you were underwater–Sam was different. There was no hiding it or trying to deny it anymore.

He looked back at you quizzically, as if he couldn’t understand why you were asking him this, but then turned his attention back to his boots as he tied the laces. “Uh, yeah. We have a lot of work to wrap up, and you’re just passing through,” his words trailed off a little, but it didn’t seem to be because he felt bad. “It really was good seeing you again.”

He managed one more small smile before he grabbed his remaining belongings and walked for the door.

The emotions finally bubbled over, but all you felt was empty.

A/N: Please, please don’t hate me. If you love Soulless!Sam with zero feeling and emotion, then this might be your jam. If you prefer loving, kind, caring Sam–you’re probably wanting my head on a platter. This is part one, I have a part two in the works and I promise I’ll fix everything <3

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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champagne problems

@impishtubist and @spindrifters bullied me into writing this

“Yeah well, it’s bullshit,” Sirius declared angrily.

Across the room Marlene scoffed, shooting her friend a disbelieving look, and Professor Binns sputtered slightly. History of Magic had got far out of control this morning, but Sirius was unconcerned.

“Mr. Black, please.”

“No, I’m not gonna sit here and hear this!” Sirius shouted. “She’s fucking justifying Grindelwald!”

“I am not justifying him,” Marlene said acerbically. “What I said was that there was understandable popular anger amongst his supporters that led to his rise. Which you would know if you’d actually bothered to listen instead of being so self-righteous!”

“I’d rather be self-righteous than a fucking fascist apologiser,” Sirius said coldly.

Marlene rolled her eyes and made an aggravated noise in her throat.

“Mr. Black, if you cannot have a civilised conversation I will have to ask you to leave,” Binns said in a rare moment of authority.

“Fine!” snapped Sirius, shoving back his chair. “I don’t wanna be here anyway.”

“It was fucking unbelievable, Moony!” Sirius said back in the dorm, pacing back and forth as Remus watched him from his bed with a bemused smile. “He runs through all the shit Grindelwald did and then she goes ‘oh actually well it’s entirely understandable.’”

“I can’t imagine Marlene thinking what Grindelwald did was understandable…”

“That’s what she said! That it was understandable he had support!”

Remus pursed his lips, sighing slightly.

“Why aren’t you more angry about this?” Sirius demanded, pausing at the end of his bed.

“Well I wasn’t there…”

“That doesn’t matter, you know what he did! People can’t just go around thinking it’s okay! They’ve got no fucking clue, Moony. He was oppressing thousands of people and they just don’t get it!”

“I’m sure you got through to some people today,” Remus said carefully, eyeing Sirius up to see which way his anger was heading.

“Yeah, I hope so,” he said bitterly, and heaved a long-suffering sigh.

“You’re a strong advocate for the oppressed.”

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta be!”

“A real champagne socialist,” Remus said teasingly.

Sirius frowned. “What do you mean?”

“A champagne –?” Remus laughed. “No, okay, doesn’t matter.”

“No, Moony,” Sirius said more dangerously, walking round to the side of his bed. “What does it mean?”

“It’s just a phrase... about people with very radical ideas, who, er, have a certain amount of luxury in their lives.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and Remus realised his mistake. “Pads, I’m just joking –” “Moony, I’m…” Sirius broke off with something worse than anger - he looked hurt. “I thought you of all people… I’m not my parents.” “Oh, no, Pads - that’s not what I meant,” Remus said quickly, getting up off the bed. Sirius moved back from him though, shaking his head. “Forget it,” he said sourly, and stormed out of the dorm with a slam of the door.

Remus found him, predictably, smoking atop the Astronomy Tower. “Come here to tell me to go back to the poshos?” Sirius said darkly, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Remus sighed. “Pads, could you just - not be so bloody self-righteous for a moment,” he said, coming to sit next to him. “Oh fuck you,” Sirius replied, starting to move away. “No, listen to me,” Remus said firmly, resting a hand on his leg. Sirius stopped, his jaw clenching, but he sat back down against the wall. “What?” “It was a joke. And I am sorry - I really am. It upset you and I - yeah. I’m sorry.”

Sirius was silent, but he gave a small nod of acceptance. “Just felt like I’m not good enough for you, Moony,” he said quietly, stubbing out his cigarette with his boot. “Like you don’t take me fucking seriously.” “I do, Pads,” Remus said earnestly. “That wasn’t what that was about at all. I truly was just joking.” “They’re such fucking idiots,” Sirius said, leaning slightly into Remus. He took that as a sign the argument was over, and slipped his arm around Sirius’s waist. “I know,” he murmured in his ear, brushing a kiss there that drew a shiver from Sirius. “You’re better than all of them.”

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“That Umbridge woman is such a piece of shit,” Sirius grumbled at the kitchen table. “She the new Defence professor?” Charlie asked, snagging a biscuit from the plate in front of him. “Yeah, but she’s been sent from the Ministry, and she’s a right fucking bigot. She’s been tryna fucking outlaw werewolves.” “Well, that’s not quite what she’s doing, and I mean I know she’s a piece of work, but –” Arthur began. Sirius’s gaze shot over to him and he seemed to swell with rage. “Arthur, are you kidding me?” “No, what I’m saying is that she only has a certain amount of power –” “Which she’s using to try and stop people like Moony from being able to bloody work!” Sirius exclaimed, gesturing at Remus who was currently leaning against the counter drinking his tea. “Yeah, I understand Sirius, and I really am with you on that –” “And now she’s in the school too! Teaching them all that crap as if it’s not bad enough out here.” “Yes, yes. She really is awful,” Arthur said, apparently making the wise decision to back down. He left the kitchen shortly after, and Charlie, taking one look at Sirius still steaming at the table and Remus with an unreadable expression in the corner, followed him too. Sirius glanced over at Remus, who cocked an eyebrow at him. “Don’t fucking say it.” “I wasn’t going to say anything,” Remus said airily, pushing himself off the counter and walking over to Sirius. “Yeah, you were! I can see it in your eyes.” “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” Sirius glared as Remus sat down next to him, stealing a biscuit from his plate.

“I’m an outlaw, Moony, I’m not bloody posh anymore.” “Mmhmm,” Remus agreed, nibbling on the biscuit. “I was defending you!” “I know. And I appreciated it very much.” Sirius’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Remus’s lips twitched with a smirk. “Fucking ‘champagne socialist,’” Sirius muttered. “And I love you for it.”

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“Padfoot, there’s another letter for you,” Harry called up the stairs of the cottage, handing the large barn owl some treats before waving it off out the door. “Another?” Remus asked from the sofa. Harry gave him a look. “Oh, fantastic,” Sirius said, appearing from upstairs. “Is it another –” He paused to check the sender’s address.”Yes, brilliant.” “Another interview request?” Remus said. “Yep!” “Which one’s this for?” “It’s for The Wixen Word. They want to talk about that law we’re battling - that veritaserum one…” Sirius trailed off, scanning through the letter with a widening smile. “Unauthorised veritaserum in interrogations?” “Mmhmm.” “Whenabouts do they want to meet with you?” “Next week, it looks like. They asked me to send them some times - hey, Harry, do you know what this means?” “What?” Harry asked from the kitchen, swallowing a mouthful of toast. “She signed it ‘Ellie Light, pronouns they/them/theirs.’” Sirius made a face of confusion, and handed the letter over to Harry. “Oh - yeah. That just means they’re the pronouns they use.” “What am I missing here?” “You know - they just don’t want to be referred to as she or he. That’s it,” Harry shrugged. “Some people are just, well, they’re more comfortable with that I think, if they don’t really fit a gender.” “Oh, like Tonks?” “Exactly. I mean, she goes by ‘she’, obviously. That works fine for her.” “Yeah,” Sirius said, looking contemplative. “Yeah. Alright - thanks, Prongslet,” he added, snapping himself out of his reverie and dropping the letter on the table. “They’re quite keen, aren’t they?” Remus said, when Sirius headed over to join him on the sofa. “They are,” he said happily, sitting down next to him. “You’re very popular these days.” Sirius eyed him suspiciously. “It’s for a good cause, Moony!” “Oh, absolutely,” Remus smirked, before turning back to his book. “Don’t you fucking start,” Sirius said, swatting the pages playfully. “I couldn’t possibly imagine what you mean.” Remus glanced up and his smirk broadened at the disbelieving look on Sirius’s face. “You’re a man of the people,” he said, squeezing his leg. “Truly.” “Yeah, yeah.”

Sirius was very much content in their Shropshire cottage, and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, at this point. He’d only kept Grimmauld Place around for Harry - but sometimes it did have its uses. Like this evening, for instance, when the great and the good were gathered in its drawing room, champagne glasses in hand as waiters (under the proud and vigilant supervision of Kreacher) were carrying round plates of canapes. “Quite the turnout,” Kingsley smiled. “Yeah, well people can’t say no to free booze,” Sirius said dryly. “I think your celebrity status has something to do with it.” Sirius scoffed, then caught Remus’s eye across the room. “Don’t let my husband catch you saying that.” Kingsley laughed heartily, then downed his champagne. “Whatever gets the job done,” he told him, then headed off towards several members of the Wizengamot. “Having fun?” Sirius asked, sauntering over to Remus. “You’re in your element, aren’t you?” “Oh, absolutely,” Sirius replied, drinking his champagne. “This is bloody good, isn’t it? Well worth the owl order from France.” He cast a look over at Remus, who raised an amused eyebrow. “Well, if the shoe fits you know, Moony.” “Pads, it’s fitted for so long I’m sure its soles are worn through by now.” Sirius tipped his head back in a bark of laughter. “Oh, fuck you.” “Gladly - as long as I hold up to your strict principles, of course.” Remus slipped an arm around Sirius’s waist, smirking down at him as he sipped his glass. Sirius grinned. “I can make some allowances.” “Yes?” “For you, Moony…” Sirius said more lowly, leaning forward to kiss his champagne-soaked lips. “Absolutely.”

#a real revolutionary #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #otp: i’m mental about you #hp

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fettuccin-e · 2 years

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Have Mercy Upon Me

i wanted to write Eddie with a religion kink lol and a corruption kink,, but as a former catholic child i didn't want to make the reader innocent or devout,, so this was born and it is fucking filthy i am slightly ashamed (Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fem!reader, religion kink, corruption kink, unprotected piv, blasphemy like a lot of blasphemy)

Eddie knows, truly, that you aren’t very religious. You wouldn’t smoke with him, listen to his music, wouldn’t be with him if you were. He knows you aren’t some blushing altar girl, innocent to a fault. No, you’re strong and steadfast, beautiful and a little dangerous. Walking sin.

But you still live with your parents, who are religious. Parents who plan on paying for your college, and don’t care that you’re dating Eddie, who knows he isn’t any parent’s first pick when choosing someone to date their daughter. They’re good to you, and him, so you’ve resigned yourself to going to church with them every Sunday morning, without fail, just like you have been since you were a child.

And even though Eddie knows that you aren’t religious, not since middle school, when you pull up to his trailer after church in a pretty white dress, little kitten heels crunching against the gravel, the air gets knocked out of his lungs. You look so pretty and pure, a perfect little church girl with your hair all done up and white skirt fluttering around your knees. You kiss him sweetly when you collide with him at the door, arms wrapped around his waist. You lean back to smile at him, eyes glittering at the prospect of spending the day with him, and he can’t help but smile back.

And then Eddie sees it; a little gold cross hanging on a chain around your neck, resting perfectly between your tits, and all of the blood in Eddie’s brain rushes straight to his dick.

You groan in surprise when Eddie leans down, kissing you harshly while he grips under your ass, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Eddie's strength always manages to surprise you, his lithe frame hiding powerful muscles, as he keeps you plastered to him, grabbing at your plush ass through the white cotton of your dress while he carries you to his room. He tastes like morning coffee and cigarettes as he slips his tongue into your mouth, towering over you in his bed.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” you giggle between kisses. “What brought this on?”

Eddie pulls back to look at you, at that fucking necklace, his pupils blown and lips parted. “It’s just,” he pecks you quickly, “God, baby, you look so hot in this little outfit.”

You can’t help your little laugh of disbelief. “My church clothes really do it for you, Eddie?”

But Eddie doesn’t laugh. His hand comes up to play with the little gold cross around your neck. “You have no fucking idea sweetheart.”

“Roll over,” you say, and Eddie doesn’t hesitate, rolling onto his back and allowing you to straddle him, pretty skirt draped across his lap.

“Holy- holy fuck, baby.” He groans when you grind onto the bulge in his jeans through your panties that are getting wetter by the second. His hands grip hard onto your hips while your eyes bore into his.

“You like me like this, Eddie?” you whisper. “Lookin’ all innocent for you? Perfect for you to defile?”

Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his head at your words, muttering a little, “yes, yes, baby.” He whines when you stand to pull off your clothes, finally baring your pussy, wet and fucking dripping, to him. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when your hands reach up to take your necklace off as he stutters, “keep it on, baby. Please?”

You smile at him, but your hands fall away, leaving the gold to rest on your bare skin. You hop up onto his bed again, but you don’t straddle his hips. Instead, Eddie grabs the fat of your thighs as you go to straddle his face, your pretty cunt sitting just over his mouth. “You’re gonna eat my pussy, okay Eddie? Think you can get me ready to take your cock?”

Eddie nods frantically, desperate to feel you against his tongue. “Please, pretty girl?” he whines, and you answer him by dropping your hips onto his plush mouth. He licks into you almost immediately, tasting how slick you’ve gotten for him, sucking on your pretty clit just to hear you groan for him.

“Oh, god,” you moan as Eddie laps at you, starved for your pretty cunt. Your words make him moan back at you, vibrations ricocheting up your spine. Your necklace is shifting against your chest, a constant reminder of where you were just an hour earlier, and you grin as a wicked idea pops into your head. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but the thought of it makes you throb uncontrollably.

“Oh, God,” you moan again, “forgive me.”

Eddie nearly stops in his ministrations at your words, cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. His pretty girl, praying to God while he eats your pussy, fuck, it’s almost too much. Eddie's eyes flutter closed, sucking even harder on your clit as you continue.

“Have mercy on me, oh-oh God,” you sigh as Eddie sucks and tongues at you, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Hide your face from my sins and-and blot out my iniquity, ah-”

Eddie’s hips are bucking up into the air as you pray, all while grinding yourself down onto his lips. Acting like the pinnacle of innocence while you use him for your own pleasure. He can hear your little moans getting higher, pussy throbbing in his mouth, and he licks into you harder, rougher as he tries to get you to flood his mouth with your cum. He whines a little bit when you pull yourself off of him, leaving him wanting and his face shiny with your slick.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” you mutter, both to him and yourself as you move down to straddle his thighs, eyes and hands focused as you pull his belt out of its loops and open his jeans just enough to take his throbbing cock and balls out. “Gotta have you now, Eds,” you murmur, looking up at him as you move to finally straddle his hips, notching his cockhead against your little hole. He nods at you; you could tell him to do anything and he wouldn’t question you, not when you’re naked and dripping above him, cheeks flushed while that little cross dangles between your tits.

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he mutters weakly when you sink onto him, pretty pussy clutching desperately at his cock. His hands find their way back to your hips, holding you steady when your hips meet his.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Eddie filling you up so well, stretching you out around him. “Open my lips, Lord, and-and my mouth will, ah, declare your praise.” You lift yourself up, dragging him out of you, feeling every inch, before dropping yourself back down roughly, feeling his fat cock drag across the most sensitive parts inside you. “Deliver me, oh, oh God, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.”

You try to find a rhythm of fucking yourself onto Eddie’s cock through your words, choking on your spit when Eddie starts to move his desperate hips, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Shit, sweet girl, you feel, you feel so good around me, baby,” he moans beneath you, and he swears he can feel your fluttering heartbeat around his dick. “My good, good girl.”

A little tear slips down your cheek as you grind down on Eddie’s thick cock, still whimpering, “Against you, you only, oh God, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight.” Eddie shifts his hips as you speak, plunging into your pussy so good that you nearly scream. “So you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge, ah, ah, oh fu-uck.”

Eddie can hear your breathing getting shallower, stuttering over your little prayers, pussy getting tighter and tighter, fucking throbbing. He knows his gorgeous girl, knows when you’re getting close, so he doesn’t hesitate in grabbing at you and slamming you down faster on his lap, eyes fixed on the way your necklace lifts and slaps back against your chest with every thrust. “Come on pretty girl,” he grunts, “you can cum. Gotta, fuck, gotta feel you squeeze around my cock.”

Little whines are escaping unbidden from your throat, and you can feel the knot in your stomach, aching to snap. You open your eyes to gaze into Eddie’s, his pretty brown eyes blown wide with arousal. “For I know my transgressions, and my sin,” you raise a hand to brush a reverent finger down Eddie’s strong jaw, his mouth gaping open. “My sin is always before me.”

With one final slam of your hips, the cord inside you snaps as you clench and gush down Eddie’s fat cock. “Oh God,” you whine, “Have mercy upon me.”

Eddie can’t hold himself back, your clenching pussy, your words, that damned necklace glittering in the light filtering through the windows, it’s too much to bear. “Fuck, fuck, gorgeous, so-so good to me, oh Jesus,” he gasps, hips bucking up hard as he spills into you, stuffing you with his cum.

You’re both breathing hard as you slump onto Eddie’s chest, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“Don’t think I can ever take you to church with me,” you sigh into the silence of the room. Eddie chuckles, a little hysterical and completely fucking satisfied.

“Fuck no, baby,” he says, and you tilt your head up to smile at him. “I’d be hard the entire time, sweet girl. Can’t be fucking you over the altar.”

“Bummer,” you sigh in faux-disappointment, and he laughs even harder.

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years

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Get A Little High - Sam Kiszka

A/N: Y’all, the bestie: @theweightofjake , sent me a silver platter of smut ideas. I am sorry in advance for the flood that is about to be unleashed. Grab your entire supply of fuckin’ holy water, cause there’s a lot of filthy fics coming up.

We love a good friends to lovers moment!

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content! 18+ , minors DNI! Good ole use of Mary Jane, smoking, mentions of anxiety, hair pulling, unprotected sex.

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“I brought a little something…” Sam shot you a crooked smile, getting up from where he had been sat next to you on the couch.

“What is it?” You questioned, eyeing him as he walked over to the door to retrieve his bag.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he told you, digging around in the small backpack. “-But I thought this might be fun.”

Sam proudly held up a perfectly rolled blunt between his fingers, making his way back to you.

You sighed, shaking your head at him. Smoking was never something you had really been around, until you had become friends with Sam. You had never touched a vape, cigarette, nothing. Ever.

You went on to remind Sam of this.

“I’ve never-“

“-I know, you’ve never gotten high before.” He cut in, turning to face you. “We don’t have to smoke the whole thing. I’ll walk you through how to do it.”

You stared at him for a minute, thinking over the idea. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it… the fear of it not actually relaxing you -the weed only serving to make you anxious instead- was what made you nervous to try it.

But, you were with Sammy. You knew he would never let anything happened to you. So, you pushed whatever nervous thoughts you had as far away as possible. You were safe in his hands, might as well have some fun.

“Alright,” you agreed, but pointed a single finger at him seriously. “But if I have a panic attack, you better take me to the hospital.”

Sam cackled loudly, throwing his head back dramatically and you crossed your arms at him. You snapped at him a little harsher than you intended. “I’m fucking serious.”

“Relax,” Sam threw his hands up in surrender, blunt still in hand. “I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Sam nodded once, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

You laughed at his serious, but goofy gesture. What a Sammy thing to do.

“Alright,” Sam glanced around, as if he was looking for something.

“Do you have a lighter?”

His tone was dead serious and you cocked a single brow at him. “Really? You’re gonna ask the girl who’s never smoked if she has a lighter?”

“I mean, you’ve got candles around here. You should have a lighter.” Sam gestured around, fighting back a laugh.

“I mean, I might have one somewhere..” You sighed, looking around in thought.

Sam busted out in boisterous laughter, losing control of his ability to contain it any longer.

Your face fell, realizing he wasn’t being serious at all. This only made him laugh even more.

“So gullible,” Sam shook his head, digging in his pants pocket and pulling out a lighter. He put the blunt in his mouth as he got up from the couch, gesturing for you to follow him.

“You’re such an ass.” you snide, following him to your back door.

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.” Sam took the blunt from his lips and grinned at you, opening the door and motioning for you to go out first.

You were glad he did… That way he wouldn’t be able to see the pink tint that had dusted your cheeks - Even though the two of you were no strangers to little nicknames and pet names. Sometimes, they would just strike you in just the right way when Sam used certain ones.

“I’m fully planning on teasing the shit of you once this high hits.” He snickered, adding on to his previous comment.

“Just light the damn thing and put a cork in it, will you?” You shot back.

You and Sam’s friendship had always been very playful, being no strangers to fairly strong banter here and there, either.

“Get your panties out of their knot,” Sam placed the blunt back in between his lips, flicking the lighter to it until embers started to form at the end. The tip lit up with a little orange spark for a split second, as he took the first hit off it.

“-Or you’re gonna have a really shitty high.” Sam finished teasingly, exhaling the smoke.

He made the act of smoking look so simple, so effortless and it was incredibly mesmerizing to watch.

You had been around Sam when he smoked many times, but only in big, group settings. It never left you the time, or proper moment to pay attention to just how good he looked doing it.

“Here,” Sam took a couple short steps towards you, with the blunt held in between two of his fingers, holding it out for you to take.

“Just like this?” You took it between your thumb and middle finger and he nodded.

“Yeah, you can hold it like that.” He let go of it, and you brought it up to your mouth.

“Now, close your mouth around it and pull air in through it… sorta like you’re sucking air in through a straw.” Sam explained and you did as he instructed.

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” he added, unabashedly watching you.

The same little orange spark popped up at the end, little trails of smoke coming out of it as you sucked the air through it.

“Okay, stop- But don’t blow the smoke out of your mouth just yet - Breath it in.” Sam told you and you pulled the blunt away from your mouth, breathing the smoke down your lungs.

“Now, let it out..”

You blew the leftover smoke out, coughing a couple times as your throat burned and tingled.

“Is it supposed to burn like that?” You questioned, touching your throat. You handed the blunt back to him, not wanting to do another just yet.

“Yeah, that happens, but it will go away.” Sam brought it back to his lips, taking a rather long hit.

He repeated the action a few times; taking long, drawn out hits, sucking and holding in the smoke and blowing out whatever was left.

“I think I wanna do a longer one…” You told him, a little hesitant but feeling more brave than before.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Sam took notice of your hesitance, but held out the blunt for you to take anyway.

“I’m sure.” You poised, taking it back between your fingers.

You did exactly what you had done with your first hit, except this time you took a little more time with it. Taking a much longer drag and holding it in a little longer.

You repeated a second time, holding the smoke in as long as you could, until your started to cough again.

“O-Oh… Oh, fuck..” you coughed, fingertips and head becoming tingly.

Sam laughed, reaching for the blunt as you continued to cough out a lung. He took one more hit, before he carefully pinched it out to stop it from burning anymore.

“Yeah, I think that’s enough.” He spoke and the sound of his voice hitting your ears was so different. It was like you could hear every little detail to his voice.

“No, no! I’m okay.. I wanna keep going.” You insisted, and he looked at you questioningly for a moment.

“You sure?”

“Positive, Sammy.” you grinned, watching him pull the lighter back out of his pants and relighting the blunt.

The two of you passed it back and forth, unintentionally smoking the entire blunt between the two of you, before either of you had even realized it. Giggling and teasing each other about anything and everything. You had simply just stopped thinking about how much you were smoking.

At first, you weren’t feeling much- Hence why you told Sammy you wanted to keep going in the first place. That was quickly changing however, as your high began to settle over you, slamming into you like a bat against a baseball.

“Shit, we finished this whole thing…” Sam chuckled, his little stoner laugh had become even more prominent. He pinched the end of the blunt, putting out the tiny bit that was left.

You blinked a few times, giggling thoughtlessly. Whatever Sammy had said, was completely lost on you. Your body was becoming lighter and lighter by the minute, quite literally feeling like you were going to float away from earth.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked, grinning at you, knowing good and well you were already higher than mars.

“Huh?” You blinked, hardly registering what Sam had even said, eyes slowly making their way back to him.

“Yeah, you’re high as shit. Let’s go inside, Y/N.” Sam reached out for you, placing a hand to the small of your back to guide you to the door.

Sam touching you in such a simple way wasn’t unusual, but the jolt of electricity that shot up your spine, was definitely new.

You jumped a little and it definitely didn’t go unnoticed on Sam’s end, but he chose not to question you about it given your high state.

As soon as you were back inside, you went straight for the couch and slumped into it. You were thankful that you weren’t anxious… but somehow you felt so out of it, yet so in tune with everything all at once. It was a strange combination that obviously you weren’t at all used to.

“You want some food? Water? It might be good for you to eat something.” Sam came through the kitchen door, having an open bottle of water in his hand already.

You looked at him for a minute, completely ignoring what he’d just said.

“Sam, I feel like my whole body is buzzing…” You played with your fingers in your lap, enjoying the friction of it. The littlest things were setting your skin aflame and it was a foreign, but welcomed feeling.

“You’re just high, babe. You’re not getting anxious on me, are you?” Sam had a soft smile adorning his face, but his tone still lended a seriousness that even in your high state, you couldn’t miss.

“No, I just… It feels weird, I don’t know…” You trailed off with a quiet giggle, staring off with a goofy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m getting you some food.’ Sam laughed, shaking his head. He disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving you to your high thoughts.

All of which seemed to be about Sam.

Thoughts like: ‘Why did it feel that way when he touched me?’ to, ‘I wonder if it would feel that way if he touched me again?’ bounced around in your mind freely. They started off seemingly innocent, but the curiosity that your stoned state was causing, slowly led them in a dirtier direction.

‘If him just touching my back felt like that, how would kissing him feel?’

That one thought opened the flood gates of even more, even dirtier thoughts. Not to mention the ache that had formed between your legs.

“Okay, here’s some chips for now-“

Sam coming back into the living room broke you out of your head-spinning thoughts.

He held the little bag out for you and without thinking better of it, you grabbed it in such a way, so that your hand would touch his.

Once again, you felt your skin burn and jolt. It was like your nerves were on overdrive, just letting you feel every little thing.

You shivered, letting go of Sam’s hand and the bag all together. At first, he was concerned, but suddenly the pieces all somewhat clicked together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows, looking down at you. He had a pretty good idea of what was wrong, but he wanted you to say it.

“M’fine,” you answered, just above a whisper. Leaning back into the couch, you pulled your knees up close to you and leaning your head against the back of the couch.

This made Sam a little worried that maybe his suspicions were wrong and that you were actually just becoming anxious, but not admitting it.

“Y/N, c’mere-“ He sat down beside you, reaching out to gently take hold of your knee to pull it away from you.

“Sammy…” You inhaled sharply, his name tumbling off your lips almost in a whine.

He let go of you, eyeing you intently with a curious and equally concerned expression. You reached out for his hand, placing it back on your knee hesitantly.

Sam’s mind drifted back to his original suspicion. He was pretty confident that he was right, but he still wanted you to confirm it

“Talk to me,” Sam rubbed his thumb over your knee softly. “I know you’re really high, but i can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s up.”

You struggled to gather up the words to describe it, but you went for it anyways. Sammy was smart enough to connect the dots, clearly.

“I… I feel like I can feel everything more. Like… like i’m more sensitive…?” you tried to explain, becoming incredibly flustered.

“That’s normal sometimes, especially since you had never smoked before.” Sam pointed out, giving some basic reasoning behind what you were feeling.

You placed your hand over top of his, eyes glued to them as you moved his hand farther up your leg.

Your body was in overdrive and there was nothing you wanted to feel more, than Sam’s hands roaming freely around your entire body.

“Y/N… you’re high,” Sam halted your movements, trying to catch your eyes in search of any signs of uncertainty.

“So are you, Sam.” You countered, inching closer to him. It felt like every move you made was in slow motion.

You sat up on your knees, still holding his hand against your left thigh. All insecurities you would have had sober, were nowhere to be found. Leaving you with the boldness to make the move you’d been itching to make for a long time, but never had the courage to.

“Sammy?” You searched his face, locking your glassy eyes with his after a moment or two.

“Yeah?” Sam leaned up a little, as if he already knew what you were about to do.

“Can I kiss you? Please, can I kiss you?” your words a little rushed and jumbled together, but thankfully he still heard loud and clear.

Sam gave a nod that was barely even noticeable, quickly making light work of pulling you into his lap.

Your entire body shuddered and was set fully ablaze with the amount of contact you were now getting.

Sam stared at your lips for a second too long for your liking.

“Please,” you begged lightly. “Wanna know how it feels, Sam, please.”

Sam let out a breathy chuckle, heeding your level of desperation and neediness. With his hand that wasn’t on your thigh, he held your jaw gently, bringing you down to meet his lips. It was so different from any sort of kiss you’d ever had before. With your lips tingling and buzzing from your high, the friction of Sam’s seemed to only add to the vibrations running through them.

You pulled away for only a second, trying to process the many sensations running through your body, through your hazy mind. With a new level of eagerness, you wrapped your hands around the back of Sam’s neck, one staying right at the bass and the other going a little bit higher to tangle into his soft tresses. Yet another sensation to add to your tingling skin.

“Holy… Holy shit,” Sam breathed out heavily, breaking the kiss. “Slow down, doll baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“E- everything feels so different right now, so good..” You whimpered, chest heaving significantly more than Sam’s was.

Despite everything you were feeling, the only thing your brain could focus on now was the practically unbearable ache at your core. Your clit throbbed rapidly, unlike anything you had ever experienced and you were without a doubt absolutely soaked.

Suddenly, you became overwhelmed by everything you were feeling - causing you to double over into Sam’s chest and let out a pathetic, sobbing, plea.

“Sam, please. It hurts I need to- need to cum so bad. Pleasepleaseplea-“

Before you could even finish, Sam stood up from the couch, lifting you up and heading straight towards your bedroom.

“Shhh.. shh, I know. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” Sam whispered against your ear, as you breathed heavily and whimpered in his arms.

The second Sam laid you on the bed, you were tearing away at your shirt, wanting nothing more than to have it off you, mentally thanking yourself for choosing not to wear a bra. Once it was off, your shorts were haphazardly thrown off somewhere into your room, too.

Sam took off his own shirt and pants, crawling over you with a rather stern expression overtaking his face.

“Y/N, listen to me.” He commanded gently, but with just enough authority still.

You looked up at him, eyes darting all around his face. Sam’s hand brushed against your hand, slowly trailing up your arm. “Listen to me, okay?”

You gave him a nod and a small hum - that definitely sounded like just another whimper, but Sam took it as good enough.

“Need you to calm down… You’re gonna give yourself a panic attack or something.” Sam’s hand trailed across your chest and to your sternum, stroking up and down it slowly. Every touch he delivered to your body was making you visibly shake, waves and waves of unfamiliar pleasure cursing through you. “Can’t have that, can we, doll? Then I couldn’t make you cum all pretty for me.”

Sam’s hand continued to stroke lightly around your chest, really only aiding in fueling the burn that was now forming in your stomach.

There was absolutely no way you would orgasm untouched? That’s absurd, you thought.

“Sam-Sammy, this isn’t helping…” you groaned, but wouldn’t dare tell him to stop.

“How about this?” Sam took one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, and pinched it.

“Jesus- FUCK-“ You moaned loudly, arching your back. The jolt of sent straight to your core was so pleasurable it hurt just the slightest bit, like a muscle uncomfortably tensing for a moment, but it was a delicious feeling even still.

“That did something, didn’t it?” Sam teased, repeating the same action a second time and then a third, before switching to the other nipple.

That burn in the pit of your stomach had only intensified, proving your thoughts about it being absolutely impossible to reach orgasm without even being touched, absolutely wrong. You definitely could and you were well on your way there and fast.

“Sam, I think… I think I’m gonna-“

“Cum? There’s no way, I haven’t even touched your pretty cunt yet…” Sam looked ever so amused, thinking surely you were just being dramatic.

“I’m- serious,” you choked out, eyes fluttering closed as you moaned a little louder.

One of Sam’s hands stayed toying with your breast, the other slipping down to trace random, featherlight patterns around one of your thighs.

“Yeah? If you’re so serious, cum for me then.” He tilted his head back, looking down his nose at you, just waiting to be the one in the right. He dipped down, adding to the two different sensations his hands were providing you by kissing at your neck.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-“ you cried, hips bucking into nothing not even searching for friction, as you were already being unraveled by your orgasms to need it.

“Are you really getting off just like this?” Sam questioned in astonishment, but in the back of his mind he already knew the answer.

As if he wasn’t hard enough in his boxers, Sam was questioning if this whole scene unfolding before him, would make him cum in his boxers, also untouched. Clearly it was very possible.

“My god…” Sam huffed in shock, eyes blown wide, watching you come down and settle back into the mattress. “No way you really just did that…”

Wordlessly, you spread your legs, taking Sam’s hand and placing it over your dripping, pulsing heat, hoping he would take the hint to see for himself. And he did. Although, he didn’t really need to dip his fingers inside, to feel how dampened the fabric was.

“Oh…” Sam breathed out, slipping his fingers inside your panties, fingers becoming fully coated in the cum that was still lightly leaking out of you. “Fuck me, that’s so fucking sexy.”

“Fuck me, too, while you’re at it.” You huffed a giggle, and his eyes snapped up to meet yours with a serious expression.

“Are you sure you still want to?“ Sam questioned and you nodded fervently. “Well, you surely don’t have to tell me twice.”

Sam hooked his thumbs into the hem of his boxers, pushing them down and kicking them off his legs, sending them off somewhere onto the floor.

“You’re sure it’s not gonna be too much?” you adored the way Sam was triple checking, not wanting to hurt you or anything close to it.

“Sam, if you don’t fuck me into this mattress, you’re gonna have to roll another one and start all over.” You bit, only half joking.

That seemed to get Sam moving with a little more urgency. He scooped up one of your legs, hiking it up over his hip. He leaned down over you, propping himself above you with his forearm.

You moaned and fluttered around Sam, as he pushed into you slowly. Not stopping until he was all the way inside you. The burn of him stretching you out ever so slightly, was mouth watering. It was obviously doing a number on him already, too, as you took in his appearance above you.

Sam’s chest was rising and falling in a much quicker pace than before, mouth parted open just enough for you to slip a finger inside his mouth. His eyes were fixed on where you bodies were connected.

“Fuck…” he rasped, drawing his hips back and pushing back into you a little harder.

Sam settled into a steady pace, not going incredibly fast, but hitting a little deeper with each thrust of his hips.

You opened your mouth to praise him, but all coherent thoughts were completely lost. Absolutely nowhere to be found, even in the deepest parts of your mind. It was all just Sam.

He released his hold on your leg, moving hand up your thigh, smoothing over the curve of your side and up to the side of your neck. His hand rested there, using his thumb that rested against your jaw to gently guide your face. You didn’t even have to fight to tell your body what to do; your head was already tilting up to chase after Sam’s lips.

The kiss was sloppy and languid, a pretty big contrast compared to the pace of his hips.

You reached up and tangled both of your hands into Sam’s hair, giving an experimental tug, that caused him to groan straight into your mouth. The vibration of his lips in combination with yours, had you desperately searching for any way to make him do it again.

Deepening the kiss even more, you grazed your tongue softly against his. Sam pulled back giving an almost playful nip at your lip, providing you the best idea to draw more intoxicating noises out of him.

You reconnected your lips with his, only long enough to catch just the right moment; you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and tugging significantly harder than he had.

A high pitched moan that you were not expecting, erupted out of Sam. His hips faltered out of surprise from the action, sending his even deeper and hitting a spot inside you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Shit, Sam!” His name was a choked cry, as you arched up into him, gripping roughly at any part of him your hands found fitting.

“Jesus- fuck, you’re going to… fuck,” Sam gasped, trying to regather himself.

“Are you- can you cum for me again? Please tell me you can, I can’t last much longer… Need you to cum with me,” Sam rambled in a tone that was playing dangerously close to whiny.

“I can,” you answered quickly. “Starting to get close, Sammy. Keep going, please.”

Sam pulled out of you, flipping you over without a bit of warning, not even giving you time to complain about the emptiness you were now feeling.

“I’m supposed to be fucking you into the mattress,” Sam huffed, pushing back into you. “And you’ve got me falling apart already.”

Your mouth dropped open, releasing a steady, loud stream of whines and moans.

Feeling the knot of your orgasm forming in your stomach, you fought to hold yourself up with one arm, the other slipping down to run quick circles into your pulsing clit.

“Absolutely not,” Sam smacked your hand away, leaning over you back to gather your hair in one of his hands.

Using the new form of leverage, he tugged you back until your back was against his chest, replacing your fingers with his where he knew you’d wanted them. He dipped his head down, only adding to it all by placing painfully soft kisses to your neck.

An animalistic moan tore it’s way up and out of your throat, one of your hands reaching back to find home in his hair again, the other grabbing at his wrist with a death grip.

“Let go for me, baby doll. I’ve got you, come on.” he cooed into your ear, his warm breath hitting against your skin, and the coaxing tone of his voice being what pushed you over the edge.

To keep you from doubling over too much, Sam wrapped his free arm around your torso to hold you against him. You were sure that secure hold, was the only thing keeping you grounded to earth.

After a few more quick snaps of his hips, Sam pulled out of you and removed his hand from your clit, stroking himself through the rest of his own orgasm.

“That was insane,” you swallowed loudly, trying to catch your breath and also aid you throat that had become dry from smoking.

“I can’t say I told you so, because I never told you about high sex.” Sam let out a breathy laugh, carefully loosening his grip from around your waist. “Now we know for next time though.”

Next time.

“Next time?” you asked him, unable to stop the lazy smile that tugged at your mouth.

“That’s cute,” Sam snickered. “I know you didn’t think this was gonna be a one time thing.”

“I mean… I was hoping it wouldn’t be.” You admitted, turning your body around so that you were fully facing him.

Sam reached his hand out with a smile and you took it, letting him pull you up from the bed and onto your feet.

“Lucky for you,” Sam started, pulling you into his warm chest. “I was planning on taking you out and then fucking after, and that, baby doll, will be even better than what we just did.” He gave you an exaggerated wink, guiding you backwards with him towards the bathroom

“Oh, how romantic,” You snorted and he laughed with you.

“Just you wait, I’m going to romance you beyond your most cliché dreams.” Sam promised.

“But right now, I’ve gotta make fun of you for your first high.”

You smacked Sam’s arm as he cackled, blushing profusely until your cheeks were crimson. Sam let you go and you hadn’t even realized you’d reached your bathroom.

“”Can I kiss you!? Please, can I kiss you?!”“ Sam mocked you dramatically, flicking on the light.

“Shut up, oh my god, please.” You pleaded playfully, resting your arm against the wall and leaning into it.

“Mmm, that’s kinda how you sounded begging for me earlier.” He teased on, further adding to your embarrassment.

“Kiszka, shut the fuck up.” You warned, shooting him a half-hearted glare while he cut on the shower.

He pulled back the curtain, stepping inside and peaking around it cheekily.

“Come in here and make me, then.”

@mintysammykiszka @theweightofjake

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mrsnancywheeler · 1 month

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my very long response to a comment from @nomorespahgetti about eddie and billy's muse

daisy finishes the song (eddie's song to you) and your feelings are all over the place, meanwhile billy is saying he doesn't want it on the album and daisy's calling the band to a vote, where it gets agreed that the song will in fact be on the album. and so they start talking about parts and working on them, that's when you seize the perfect opportunity to take a break without seeming too suspicious, you don't mind just smoking inside but right now you need fresh air.

you're super anxious because you're scared that billy's realized somethings up and will hate you, you feel terrible that eddie feels a little used because that was never your intention, and you're confused because you don't know how to sort out your feelings for billy versus your feelings for eddie.

you're outside smoking a cigarette when someone comes outside and you think it's billy, that he's going to admonish you for walking out or confront you about what eddie's song implied. and you can't tell whether or not you should be grateful when instead it's eddie. "you okay?" he asks you and you just nod, leaned up against the wall.

"yeah, just needed some air."

there's a silence where he nods and gets closer, "so, what'd you think?" you look up confused, it's getting more and more difficult to keep track of your thoughts and emotions. "about the song"

you exhale, it's hard to speak, "eddie, I'm sorry, I never meant to make you feel that I was using you. you don't deserve to feel that way"

"I just want to know if you mean it when you say you love me because I love you, I want to be there for you, not just to make you feel better before you go back to him."

"eddie, you don't need to try and comfort me from him, I made by decisions and I have to deal with them."

"do you love me?"

"eddie-"

"do you?"

"i don't know, i don't even know how I feel right now, I just... you're there and it all makes sense and then he's doing better and it all makes sense too. and you don't need to wait for me to figure it out and hold you back." some of the tears are slipping out regardless of your resistance.

"so you're just letting him decide for you?" eddie can't stop himself from getting angry.

"he was the first person I ever loved, eddie."

"what about now?"

"how am I supposed to pick between two loves?"

"he doesn't love you the way I do! he never has and never will, he breaks you down all the time and I just want to see you taken care of."

"but I love him. and eddie it doesn't matter what I say because we're all here, it's all of us, one place, and no matter what I say now, one of you will always be around."

eddie feels like he might cry too, he's loved you for so long, and you still choose the man who breaks you down. "so you're picking him."

"that's not fair"

"if you want me, you can have me, all of me. I'd never step out on you, pull half the shit he pulls. you can have all of me or-" he takes a deep breath and blinks his watery eyes. "or you can have nothing but my friendship."

you're distraught, starting to feel numb, you take another hit of your cigarette. "I hope you find someone who can love you the way you love them, just you."

he feels like he's been stabbed in the chest, and you've gone back inside to the studio. suddenly he has to move on, you're always gonna pick billy fucking dunne. and he tries to move on, he does, but his claim of you having nothing but friendship doesn't stay true for very long. but that's a story for another time

#wanda 💋#billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats x reader #eddie roundtree

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javipispunk · 5 months

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PINE SYRUP

Chapter Three: Depreciated

Jackson Era! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Through the cold and desperation the pine needles do not fall. The needles are sharp and bitter to ward off strangers, yet with tender care they make the richest syrup.

Warnings: angst, cursing, smoking, reader self-depreciation, mean!joel, age gap (27/56), enemies to lovers, late 90’s music reference

A/N: Been listening to Me and Big Dave by Colter Wall on repeat and also watching Shaq highlights so that explains that bit. Also need to get my angst out so instead of writing papers for school I am writing this. As always lmk what you think! MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.3K

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The next morning you were up before sunrise because Tommy wanted to meet with you by the stables again. You managed to make some coffee and look semi presentable in your exhausted state. The night had not been kind to you.

You got to the stables and were met with a large man. He introduced himself as Big Dave. He was a colossus of a man. Bigger than Joel. Big Dave seemed like he was about 7 foot and in all honesty you couldn't help but think he looked like Shaq. Your brother used to have a poster of Shaq in his room, it was small details like that that you remember from before. They would come in all of a sudden suffocating you. Thankfully this memory didn’t make you feel dizzy.

“Anyone ever told you you look like Shaquille O'Neal?”

Big Dave laughed and instead of answering your question he said “Aren’t you a little young to know who that is?”

Before you could answer you spotted Joel. Excitement coursed through your veins thinking about the night prior.

“Mornin’ Joel.” You said with a small smile and a nod. He walked right past you, not even remotely looking in your direction. You laughed, like really laughed. Not even 14 hours ago this man's fingers were between your legs and now he wouldn’t look at you. If he wasn’t gonna talk to you, you weren’t gonna talk to him. After all, you were a stubborn motherfucker, hell that's half the reason you were still alive. You guessed last night was just a little hit it and quit it action. It wasn't surprising since he left in a hurry, yet he still kissed your cheek. It was too intimate for just a casual hookup.

Big Dave looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You just shrugged your shoulders. Then Tommy rounded the corner. He told you you were going to patrol with Joel today to learn routes and get the lay of the land.

“I don’t think that's a good idea Tommy.”

“Still bickering with him?”

“More or less.” You huffed

“Don’t worry. He’ll come around.”

Yeah when he wants to fuck someone you thought. From your interactions with him and heard whispers around Jackson he was a violent man. But you were a violent woman. And in this state of the world it didn’t matter to you much. There was a difference between being violent and being an asshole. Violence was needed to survive, being an asshole was not. To be fair you had your streaks of cruelty, how could you not? But never ever had you pretended like someone didn’t exist the day after kissing someone. Yes you might be avoidant but certainly not rude.

“Well that's my cue to leave,” Big Dave said. “Good luck out there.” He patted you on the back and it almost sent you flying. Tommy chuckled.

Then you headed into the stables and got saddled up. Joel was already to go and gave you a look that said ‘hurry the fuck up or else.’ You gave him a ‘what’s it to you’ look in response. This was gonna be a long day. 7 in the morning and you already felt like you needed a drink, or a cigarette. Once you were situated Joel was out of there in a heartbeat and you hurried to catch up with him

At the gates you asked him which way to go. He answered with a point of his finger. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t use his words when he seemed to have endless things to say last night.

You continued on for about a half hour, with him just pointing to signal which paths to go down. You were bored out of your mind. Thoughts were swirling and you needed something to distract you. So you began thinking of songs. The first one that popped into your head was My Own Worst Enemy by Lit. You started humming. You were barely three seconds in when Joel spoke for the first time this morning.

“Quit humming.”

You let out a huff. “10-4 good buddy.” You said while sticking a thumbs up behind him. And then like the little shit you were, you started to sing. He didn’t say to keep quiet, he just said to stop humming.

“PLEASE TELL ME WHYYYY”

“STOP” he yelled. “For fucks say, didn’t no one teach you to keep quiet.”

“Didn’t no one teach you to not be such an ass.”

He stopped his horse and turned around to face you. “Look I’m not in the mood for bickering so I suggest you keep your mouth shut girl.” He said while pointing a finger at you. You gave him the nastiest look you could muster and then spat on the ground. Pissed wasn’t even the right word to explain how you felt. You wanted to argue more but knew it was probably smart not to. So you sat up high on your horse, he sat higher, the phrase ‘up on your high horse’ wasn’t lost on you. Like always you let the anger sit, clenching your teeth, wondering when you would finally snap and let it pour out like blood from a stab wound.

It came an hour later. The loneliness that was threaded through you started to rear its ugly head. The quiet was too loud. You had the instinct to run, to have the loneliness be of your own doing and not someone else’s. But you didn’t wanna break Maria and Tommy’s trust and coming back to a warm house seemed nicer than being lost in the woods. Your hands started to shake with frustration and your breathing became labored. You tried to calm down. Joel was the only person out here you could inflict your violence on when you finally lost it but that would probably end in your death. He must have heard you struggling to breathe because he turned around to look at you. At first he looked annoyed and then he looked concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh now you fucking talk.” You laughed. “What's it to you huh bud?” You reached into your bag to find a cigarette and a lighter.

“Well bud.” He emphasized. “You sound like you can’t breathe and I’d rather not have you keeling over.”

“I ain’t about to keel over.” You said while lighting the dart.

“Maybe you can’t breathe cause you’re smoking those things.” Joel said with returned anger.

“Or maybe it’s cause I’m trying not to punch you in your fucking face.” You muttered under your breath. Your breathing had steadied and your hands weren’t shaking as bad. He turned back around, deciding not to ‘bicker’ with you anymore, since that seemed his least favorite thing to do. You took a long drag and exhaled letting the smoke swirl around you in the cold air. After a couple hundred yards you and Joel reached a clearing. He looked out over the land like he owned it. You looked out over it like it could be an escape.

Like he could read your mind he spoke without looking at you. “Don’t think about it.” You didn’t answer, instead opting to put your cig out on your boot and stick the butt into your pocket. It may be the apocalypse but you didn’t like littering. “You’re gonna lead on the way back, see if you were paying attention.”

“I was.” You said and then added quietly but still loud enough for him to hear, “Like I had fuck all else to do.” Then you turned your horse around and headed back down the trail, Joel following close behind. You could feel him scrutinizing you. Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up, you repeated to yourself. You lied to Joel, you hadn’t been completely paying attention, too busy trying not to scream at him or run away. It didn’t seem like it would be hard to get back, you hadn’t made any crazy turns or anything, and you knew you had headed due East out of Jackson and the sun hadn’t gotten to its highest point so you just had to go where the sun wasn’t. Which was easy enough. At least you thought until you made the wrong turn.

“No.” Joel said.

“No what.” Shit you definitely fucked up. Time to pretend you didn’t.

“You went the wrong way.”

Time to go on the defensive. “Well I can’t do anything right can I?”

“No, you can’t. I’m leading now.” And then just like that he started to go in the other direction. You did not. You stayed where you were, seething. Tears threatened to spill. After taking a deep breath, you decided you had no choice but to follow him. But you were still frozen, you mind said to go after him but your body wouldn’t listen. It was taking too long for you to follow Joel and if you knew anything about him it's that he was an impatient man. “You fucking coming or not? Cause I don’t mind leaving you out here.”

This struck something in you and you jerked out of your frozen daze. “You want me gone, I'm gone.” You swung your leg around to get off the horse.

“No.”

“Watch me.” You sounded like a child, bitching like that but you didn’t care.

“For fucks sake woman. Stay on that damned horse or so help me God.” You wanted to punch his pretty fucking face in, but at least he called you woman instead of girl. That was an improvement. Against every fiber of your being you followed him. Thankful for the quiet this time, knowing surely you would cry if you opened your mouth. It never used to be like this with your cousin. You were partners out there, working together to stay alive. With Joel it felt like he resented you because he felt like he had to protect you. Once you started thinking about that the tears finally started to fall. Yet still you kept quiet. Joel would not know you were upset, he would not know that you were confused and lonely.

But of course it didn’t work like that because nothing ever did. He turned around.

You pointed your finger at him. “Don’t fucking say anything and leave me alone. I don’t wanna be here just as much as you don’t want me here so let's just keep it at that.” Yet he didn’t turn back around, he stopped his horse.

“Sweetheart.” He looked at you with so much pity. It only made more tears fall, you felt so small.

“No. Don’t pretend to be nice now. I don’t need your pity.” You maneuvered your horse around his to lead the way, fingers crossed that you could figure your way back. And this way he couldn’t see your face. The next hour and a half was gonna be long, that was for sure. Especially because you didn’t like Joel on your six. Yes it was good because he would be able to notice something going on behind you better than you could. But him being behind you also meant he could attack you without warning. You knew it wouldn’t happen, or at least you hoped it wouldn’t. That fear of your surroundings and needing to jump into action always took over when you knew you weren’t 100 percent safe. Deep down you knew it was nothing against Joel, just the way things were. But in this moment everything was his fault. His fault for seducing you, his fault for making you angry, his fault for your fuck ups.

Somehow you managed to make it back without crying, talking to Joel or getting lost. You got away from him as fast as you could. Basically cantering towards the stables you got off the horse while it was still moving. Then you walked it quickly to its paddock and shut the gate. Big Dave showed up on the other side of the gate.

“You in a rush?” He asked.

“More or less.” You said trying to sound indifferent as you untacked the horse as fast as you could.

“You just trying to get away from Miller?”

“That obvious?” You said while chuckling.

He reached to open the door. “I’ll take care of this. Go on and get some food or a drink or somethin.” You smiled.

“I won’t say no to that.” Big Dave came in and you handed him the reins. After that he patted you on your back. Before you could leave he leant down to whisper in your ear. “If it’s any consolation I think he’s just not sure how to talk to you. You’re a strong woman.”

You froze. “What?”

Big Dave straightened up without offering further explanation. Then he ushered you out and got to work on the horse. Joel was still untacking his horse when you walked by hurriedly. You weren’t looking at him so you couldn’t tell that he was adamantly staring at you.

#joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

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kizzer · 2 years

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You're Fucking Pathetic | The Umbrella Academy x Reader FF

A/N: I know this is not a Spellotape part 3 but I just got done watching season 3 of the umbrella academy and i am FUMING.

warnings: MAJOR TUA SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3, cursing, manipulation, incest

part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

You had just returned from your life in the 60’s. It's been about a week and between Kugelblitz and Allison going rogue over the loss of her husband and child, you can’t handle anymore stress. Luther has been missing for days and so has Klaus. Diego has a kid and his “girlfriend” Lila is back as well. Everything was moving so fast. Too fast. You walked up to the Sparrow academy doors and knocked. Luther has been missing for a few days and because everyone is neck deep in their own shit they haven’t even gone to look. As soon as you are about to knock again the doors open up to reveal: Luther…in a Sparrow Academy uniform?

“Luther? What the hell are you wearing?” you asked.

Before he could answer “Ben” walked up to the door. “I mean, was he ever an umbrella?” he says, putting his hand on Luther’s shoulder.

“Is that how you feel, Luther? Huh?” you say before you hear a car pull up. You turn around to find Allison getting out of the passenger seat and walking to the trunk. “Allison?” you say but she ignores you and lifts the trunk up to reveal Harlan’s pale, dead body all curled up. Allison killed him. Your heart broke for Viktor and for Harlan. That was his son and you couldn’t imagine how he would feel when he found out. “You killed Harlan?! Allison answer me!” She doesn’t answer and instead walks in with the rest of the Sparrow Academy. You follow Luther to go find Allison and when you guys do you both start questioning her.

“Did you tell him?” Luther asks.

“Who, Viktor? Not yet.” Allison says.

“Man, He is not gonna take this well.” you say sighing heavily

“I did what had to be done.”

“I'm just saying. Should’ve been a family decision.”

“And which family is that, Brutus?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Nice uniform by the way. You look like an unpopped zit.” Allison says blowing cigarette smoke in your face.

“Should we find you someone to talk to?”

“I'm fine. You’re the one having the identity crisis.”

“Oh, really? is “fine” what you call what you did to me at the hotel?”

“Whoa. What happened at the hotel?” You ask looking in between the two. “Someone answer me now!” You scream. Before anyone could answer Sloane comes in telling you all that Ben has called a family meeting.

“Both families. Do you think you could get your people to work together?” She asks.

Luther laughs, “Oh, you were serious.”

“I'm in.” Allison says as she shoves past you to the door.

“Y/n?”

“Not a chance. Not until everyone gets here.” You say walking into the living room.

Everyone arrives at the Sparrow mansion. Except for Viktor.

“Where is Viktor, Allison? Wasn’t he supposed to be with you?” you ask her.

“I left him at the diner.” She says before taking a puff of her cigarette.

“Un-fucking-believable. You are an honest to God asshole.” you say before Ben and Fei walk in.

“Welcome. Please make yourselves at home.” Fei says as she and Ben enter the room.

“Bitch this is our home.” Allison retorts.

“Excuse me?” Fei says.

“Nothing. She didn’t mean it.” You say trying to stop an argument.

“Where the hell is Klaus?” Diego asks.

“I don't know and to be honest I care just enough to worry but not enough to look.” You say, sighing deeply before closing your eyes.

“With our luck, probably Kugelblitze by now.” Five says which make you laugh a little.

“You’re a dark little dude sometimes.” Diego says.

“We don’t have time for idle chit chat. Everyone, sit down.” Ben says.

It was so annoying and awkward to be there. You hated it. This was giving you flashbacks of your feelings towards everyone when you guys were younger. Them locking Viktor away in that basement. The first world apocalypse that you sometimes hate Viktor for but Blame Luther for. You can’t stand the Sparrows either. They are cocky and arrogant. They have no family unity. No love and only empty loyalty. Ben is an asshole and seeing his face makes you miss your Ben. it makes your heart ache and you can barely look him in his eyes half the time. He thinks you like him because of that.

Ew..

“I feel like I'm sweating. Am I sweating?” Luther whispers to you and you reassure him that he is fine before he takes a seat by Sloane.

Ben starts the meeting. “Look, I know there’s been bad blood between us. Whatever. Bygones, right?”

You scoff, “Whatever? Yall almost killed us. So no. Not whatever.”

“Y/n. Shut your mouth.” Allison says.

You glare at her, “I am not talking to you Allison. So shut the fuck up.”

Diego raises his hand and Ben asks him what he wants.

“If I kill you, will we get our Ben back? Hypothetically.” he says with a smile.

it made you and Fei laugh. Ben? Not so much lmao.

“Keep talking, and your hand won’t be the only thing bleeding.”

“Okay, if the testosterone twins are done, i’d like to get back to a plan.” you and five say at the same time.

“Where is he?” Viktor says walking into the middle of the room. You felt so bad you couldn’t even look at him.

“Viktor…” You say, soft and low.

“What did you do to Harlan?” He says turning to Ben.

“They didn’t do anything. I did. I killed Harlan.” Allison says.

“What? i..i don’t understand.” Viktor says, voice shaking. “Why?”

“Because he didn’t deserve to live.” Allison said.

“What? Because they said so? You don’t have to listen to them.”

“20 bucks on the little one.” Ben whispers to you and Five.

“Shut up ya bone head.” You say but Five takes him up on his offer.

“They don’t get to tell us what to do.” Viktor continues. “You coulda talked to me. We could’ve figured out something else.”

“So, what, you could lie to us again and take his side?”

“That’s not what happened.”

“Oh, no, that’s exactly what happened.” Allison says.

“I know Harlan killed all of our mothers.” Allison continues.

“What?”

“Whoa.”

“Who told you that?”

“Harlan. After you lied about it to my face.”

“Is that true, Viktor?” Diego asked, “Harlan started all this?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He--”

“How do you know?” Five asked.

“Because he knew him. He was a harmless kid who was abused by his father. He wasn’t like us until Viktor saved his life at the lake. You guys know this. That was Viktors kid at some point.” You speak up, looking between Allison and Five.

“I screwed him up. And if you need anyone to blame I'm right here.” Viktor says, looking at Allison.

“What makes you think I don't?”

“This wasn’t about saving the world…” Viktor starts.

“This was about you hurting Viktor?” You say looking at Allison.

“Payback for--” Viktor starts.

“For what? Go on. Say her name.” Allison says, standing up and getting all in Viktors face. You sit closer to the edge of your seat just in case you need to whoop Allison's ass.

“Did killing Harlan bring Claire back?”

“Did protecting him bring Sissy back?”

“It was just as personal for you.”

“I didn't kill anyone!” Viktor yelled.

“But you risked everyone! Do you know what that felt like? Watching you fight harder to protect the man who helped destroy my daughter than you ever did to bring her back?”

“I don't know how to bring Claire back. Okay? No one does. But I was there for you. I tried.” Viktor said.

“To do what?” Allison said, “Help me grieve? God, this whole family is so quick to tell me to suck up my pain and so worried about fixing yours!”

“Allison, choose your next words carefully.” You say, feeling your anger rising.

“Somebody had to pay because you never seem to.”

“Destroy the world, kill pogo, almost kill me,and for what? So we can all run around and clean up your mess?” Allison says, “I'm sick of it.”

“Take it easy Allison.” Five says.

“Okay, i--”

“Shut your mouth!” Allison yells, rumouring Viktors mouth closed.

Viktor starts to struggle for breath and you start to stand but five holds your hand tightly. Tears start to swell in your eyes because only you know how Victor feels about the past. How even after all these years he still blames himself for everything and how deeply he hates himself.

“Every time I build a new life for myself, You end the world and take it from me!” Allison yells in Viktors face.

“All right, that’s it. Knock off the power shit, Allison.” Allison lets Viktor go and you rush to his side, patting his back and glaring at Allison.

“We should’ve left you in the basement.” Allison whispers to Viktor but you heard her and you turned around and slapped her. Hard.

“Viktor, go find a place to lay down. I'll be behind you soon.” You tell Viktor, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Y/n….don’t. it’s fine--”

“Go.” You tell him. It's been awhile since you have been feeling this way and it’s about time you get it off your chest. He looks at you a little longer before walking away.

“Are you alright?” Five asks Allison.

“Is she alright? Are you seriously asking HER right now?” you scream.

“Y/n..i was just asking.” Five starts.

“You know” You chuckle, “i don’t give a shit! Okay, Allison? Claire isn’t here! She was never going to be here! You wanna know why? Because this isn’t our home!”

“Harlan didn’t help destroy Claire. She never should’ve existed anyway. You never should have had your life anyway.” You got closer to her face.

“All your life you manipulated your way to happiness. Rumoring your sister so she forgot she was one of us, rumoring the press so you could feel better about yourself,rumoring your husband into loving you, rumoring Claire.” Next thing everyone knew she pushed you and you powered up your electricity. The sky turned dark and the ground started shaking. Everyone was screaming at you to calm down but you drowned them out. Your adrenaline was running high and Allison's face was pissing you off.

“Y/n calm down!” Luther screams at you.

“You are pathetic! You put everything on Viktor but if we hadn’t locked him up for most of his fucking life not once but TWICE, then maybe he wouldn’t have fucking exploded!” You scream tears flowing down your face.

“You have no right to blame anything on Viktor. You lost your family the moment you used your power to get everything in your worthless life.” You took a deep breath and looked at her in her eyes, “You rumored him to forget his identity every day of his life…Even when he wanted space you tried to rumor him into going home with you when he obviously didn’t want to. So what, he sliced your throat? You let your lover sibling Luther lock him in that hell hole.” You scoff and walk away.

“Honestly Allison. Grieve your husband and daughter in your own way but leave Viktor the fuck alone before I seriously fuck you up. You are embarrassing yourself.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #five hargreaves x reader #allison hargreeves #umbrella academy klaus #allison x reader #klaus hargreeves #luther x reader #diego x reader #umbrella academy x reader

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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please more chris and diane!!!!

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

It had become something that calmed her down after work, going to see Chris at his bar. No matter how many times he said he didn’t want her there, he always had a pint of Coke waiting for her with a lemon slice and a cup full of ice. Just like every single Friday, she parked her car by the bikes, her hand pushing the door; yet, instead of hearing Chris mock her or call her Diane Chambers again, she found the bar was oddly quiet.

- Hey little bride. - Bill piped up. - How’s work? That case still giving you a headache? Need me to silence them?

- Bill, you can’t tell me you’ll commit murder for me. That way I can’t defend you in a court of law. - she sat next to him. - Where’s the half bald version of Sam Malone?

- Ah ... - Bill took a sip of his beer. - He’s wallowing in self pity in the back.

- And the bar is still open?

- Free beer, little bride. He can wallow in self pity as much as he’d like if that means I get as many pints as I can serve.

Y/N looked around, grabbing her bag and making her way towards the back. She’d never been to his office before, heck, she’d only been to the upstairs bedroom because he didn’t want her to “die near his bar”. Chris was a private person, he didn’t really like sharing much about himself. He’d never told Y/N what he did before he was a bar owner, he didn’t tell her how old he was, he didn’t tell her his last name and he definitely never invited her into the back. However, perhaps the last one was solely reserved for whenever a pretty lady walked into the bar. She’d witness it one too many times before when a woman, either lost or intent into going in the bar would struck a conversation with Chris and soon enough she’d be invited in the back. Y/N guessed she was not part of the elite group of women who go to go there. She knocked on the door but heard no answer or Chris’ familiar grunting so she opened the door to find him smoking, his boots atop his desk right next to a glass of whiskey on the rocks, just like the one he used to have at the end of the day.

- Bill said you were wallowing in self-pity. - she closed the door behind her. - Just came to warn if you don’t go outside, they’re gonna drink all the ale they can find.

- Couldn’t give a shit about that. - he replied but not like he usually did. No, he sounded crude. - What? Can’t find the tap for Coke?

- Came to check in on you since you’re apparently chain smoking and drinking yourself to death.

- Don’t be dramatic, Diane. - he put out the end of his cigarette against the ashtray before grabbing another one and lightening. - You want one?

- I don’t smoke. - she crossed her arms. He chuckled, letting out a cloud of smoke and a mumble of “of course not”. - Do you want to talk?

- My god, Diane, the last thing I need is you to pretend to be a shrink.

- You’re clearly acting like much more of an asshole than you usually do.

- Maybe I am an asshole, have you thought about that? - he replied as if her words had no effect on him and if he was being honest, today her words had little to no effect on him.

- God, I thought we were past this act of you pretending you hate me.

- I never pretended I hate you, I’ve always did hate you, you spoilt little princess.

- Really? I am the best thing that could’ve happened to you. At least I made the bar a bit brighter.

- Are you kidding me? You are the worse thing that has ever happened to me. Now I don’t know if you’re only sticking around here because you’re needy or horny since you escaped the lucky bastard that is your ex-fiancé, but I was the happiest man in the world before you stepped foot here.

- Does that make you feel better? Does it?

- Sure as hell beats having to actually be outside and pretend I give a fuck about what you have to say every Friday.

- You know what? Fuck you, Chris!

- Isn’t that what you came here to do?

She turned around and slammed the door behind her, making enough of a noise that the whole bar had turned to see what was happening. However, at this moment she couldn’t give more of a damn about how many people were looking at her. Instead, she just forcefully grabbed her bag and made her way out of the bar and into her car. New York had enough bars for her to content herself with.

(...)

Chris stared at the old clock he’d gotten when he first bought the place. The pointers kept moving, almost mocking him about how intent he was on knowing what time it was. 3:58, 2 minutes and how many seconds away from closing time. The only people in the bar were him and Bill who had happily been ranting about a new bike he was looking to buy and re-do.

- She’s not coming. - he said, drinking whatever was left of the beer in his glass.

- Don’t know who you’re talking about.

- Yes, you do. - he interrupted the bar owner before he could continue. - She hasn’t come back in two weeks.

- I couldn’t give any more fucks about where she is. Keeps my bar sane if she’s not around.

- Still think it was a dick move to unload on her like that. Kid was just trying to be nice.

- Last thing I need is a spoiled girl in my bar. - he cleaned the last glass, part of him still hoping she was gonna waltz in late like she used to do.

- You know what, Chris? It’s not her fault ‘ya ex-bride is popping out ‘ya best mate’s kid. Keep going with this bullshit and you’re gonna be alone.

- What is this? Protect Diane Chambers time? If you like her so much, then fuck her for all I care.

- You watch how you talk about her. - he got up. - Don’t wanna have any problems with me, son.

Honestly, Chris felt tempted to start a fight. Between Y/N throwing a fit over nothing and his ex being pregnant, maybe getting punched and throwing a few punches would make him feel better. However, this was Bill and starting a fight with him would either end up with Chris in the ER or in the cemetery. Both seemed like great options but he was tired and all he wanted to do now was go upstairs and watch whatever shitty TV show was on. He threw the Coke glass in the sink and went upstairs.

She didn’t come again for 4 weeks and he knew how ridiculous it was that he had started to count them, yet here he was now, 4 weeks in without a sight of her. Perhaps it was better she was not here on this particular Friday, the bar crowded with Bill’s old friends as he celebrated whatever birthday he was celebrating. Chris didn’t ask, it was not his business. He just stayed behind the bar, serving whatever it was they ordered.

- LITTLE BRIDE! - his attention finally turned towards the group as he saw her there. She had come back. - You came!

- Couldn’t miss your birthday, Bill. You know you’re my favourite.

- Sit. - he gathered room for her. - You want anything?

- No, I just came to wish you happy birthday and drop by a little gift. - she put a black bag on the table. - I have to get back to New York, have a business trip next week.

- A very busy lady, aren’t ‘ya?

- I keep busy. - she smiled. - I’ll see you around, Bill. Don’t get into too much trouble.

- Can’t promise anything.

How dare she? How dare she come into his bar after 4 weeks and not even direct a word to him? Heck, he’d let her sleep in one of the extra bedrooms upstairs and even if not, this was his bar and good manners dictated she said something, even if an annoyed “hi”. He threw the red rag he was using to clean the counter on the floor and went past the bar and outside, following her like a raged wolf.

- You gotta be fucking kidding me, Y/N.

- I don’t feel like engaging you in your petty little fights tonight, Chris. - she took her car keys from her bag.

- Oh really? You love to talk so much, actually, you never shut up but tonight you particularly chose to talk to everyone but me.

- I thought since you hate me so much, I’d save you the trouble of having to speak to me.

- Oh, real mature, Y/N. - he crossed his arms.

- Yes, real mature. I haven’t heard you apologise for being an absolute dickhead the last time we spoke. Actually, I’ve never heard you apologise for anything.

- What? You want me to apologise for hurting your feelings? Grow a backbone, Y/N.

- Maybe you should grow some manners. - she stepped towards him.

- You are the most fucking annoying person I have ever met.

- LIKEWISE!

The two stared at each other with fire in their eyes and before Chris or Y/N could think about what would be the correct thing to do in this situation, he had wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in for a kiss. The two pulled apart, her eyes looking into his with a mix of shock, innocence and shyness.

- I have to go back to New York.

- You probably should.

- Yes, I should.

- Drive safe.

- I will.

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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I have request for ateez! How would they react when they catch their s/o who had stopped smoking, smoking in a party because someone offered them a cigarette?

For the purpose of the reactions I made the members be against smoking. I hope you like it <3

I tried to make the s/o gender neutral!!

ATEEZ REACTION TO S/O SMOKING AFTER QUITTING

Contains angsty feelings and jealousy?

Hongjoong

Hongjoong had been eyeing you from the other side of the room when your best friend offered you to step outside for a cigarette.

He rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand her, the minx. She always seemed to pull you into her darker world. It wasn't a secret she drank lots of alcohol, wasn't new to drugs and apparently tried to get you into smoking again.

When Hongjoong stepped outside to check up on you, he found you laughing on the couch with a cigarette in your hand. The laughter stopped quickly when you noticed him and his serious face.

"Are you joking, Y/N?"

The guilt immediately grew in your chest. You put out the cigarette immediately and took him to the side.

"I am so sorry, Hongjoong. I know that I promised not to do this again, and I am so, so sorry that I broke it," you apologized profusely.

He hugged you tight. "You can't do this again. It's bad for you. I want you to take care of yourself."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa was your favourite clean freak, and you had kind of adored it since the moment you started going out.

However, he made you quit smoking instantly when he found out about the bad habit.

When you came home late at night after your friend's birthday party he was still waiting on the couch. Instead of being happy to see you he looked disappointed, or sad. You weren't too sure.

"What's wrong, Hwa?"

"Your friend posted a video of you smoking in their story, Y/N... I thought you were done with that."

"Oh sweetheart, I know, I'm sorry, I got so tipsy I couldn't say no, but I won't do this again. Okay?"

"Fine... brush your teeth though."

Yunho

Yunho was having a good time at your friends' birthday party until he noticed you were gone. He started looking for you, and then saw you on the balcony with a cigarette.

He hesitated but made his way to the balcony, to just stand there to look at you.

You had stopped smoking 2 years ago and you were doing so well, and it broke his heart that you couldn't resist it this time.

"Y/N, are you gonna put that thing out?"

You shivered from his hard voice, the tone different than his usual. You knew you were in trouble.

"I'll put it out."

Yeosang

Yeosang was feeling light headed at the party, he had drank a little too much and had eaten a little too less. To make himself feel better he stepped out of the room, onto the balcony, only to meet your guilty eyes.

He was confused until he saw the cigarette in your hand.

"Yeosang..."

He sighed. You fell back again into your old nasty habit. "I will quit, okay? This is the last one," you promised.

He decided he'd believe you, have faith in you. "Okay, Y/N, but you have to realize this addiction is really bad for you, I'm worried."

San

San didn't think it was so funny when he saw you and a beautiful, strange man having fun on the terrace. His eyes widened when he saw the cigarette in your hand, bringing it to your lips.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Not again," he mumbled as he walked out on the terrace.

"Y/N, put that thing out and come back inside with me, please," San stated, sounding sadder than he intended.

"Sannie, I am so sorry..." you tried, but he was already back inside. You followed him and comforted him that night, telling him you'd never smoke again.

Mingi

You were gossiping on the terrace with your friend, who lit your cigarette on the moment Mingi stepped out to look for you.

"Y/N?"

You wanted to hide the cigarette but it was too late. He looked at it and his eyes saddened.

"Y/N, I thought you'd quit, what happened?" Mingi asked.

"I'm so sorry, I haven't smoked it yet. I'll put it out. I'm sorry, I just had a weak moment."

"Don't do this again, okay?"

Wooyoung

Wooyoung tried his best to make you quit smoking, as he was worried for your health.

He got you patches, took you to doctors but he always felt like it wasn't enough. And he happened to be right.

At your birthday party he saw you outside with your smoking friend, and he knew she was going to hit you up with a cigarette, so he wasn't too surprised when he saw you blowing out smoke, with a smile on your face.

He decided to wait until everyone left to discuss it with you, not wanting to make a scene.

"Y/N, What were you thinking? Smoking? Again?" Wooyoung sighed.

You felt guilty immediately. "I'm so sorry, I just could not resist it. I'm sorry, Woo, I won't do it again."

Jongho

The whole evening Jongho had been eyeing you, dancing with your friend. It was a perfect night, the weather just lightly breezy, no cloud in the sky. You could count all the stars in the moonlit sky.

Except one thing didn't make it totally perfect. That bastard of your ex boyfriend was there, always trying to get you back. The naive person you were, started talking to him, causing Jongho to roll his eyes.

But when he handed you a cigarette and lit it for you, Jongho lost it, he could not bear it anymore. He grabbed the cigarette, put it out and stated, "we're gonna go home."

"No, Jongho, I'm sorry, let's stay."

"Not with him around."

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Momentary Synergy

Alex Turner in EYCTE era

Uhm, there’s d usage, dirty talking, oral (f receiving)

This is the Part 1.

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You run through security checks with your best friend. You ask around the people, where is Alex? Actually, where is Miles, because it is easier to locate Miles as he surely knows where Alex would be!

You meet the quartet girls talking and giggling. “ Hiyaaa, Uhm Miles? Alex? ” you ask panting. They point to the last room in the area. The girls could surely see that you were mad as you couldn’t find him. You and your best friend walk to the room. Even though there was some music playing. Your boots were louder.

You burst open the door to find Alex and Miles near the vanity. Alex was wearing sailor pants and his ass looked delicious.

Miles look at you and your best friend and gestures to come over to the boys. You were as clueless as your girl. You weren’t sure what they upto. It’s a roller coaster ride when Miles and Alex are together. You stand by side of the vanity opposite to Alex leaning towards the wood. That’s when you see Alex being concentrated on something.

Oh, he’s parting the lines of white powder with a metal card. You just watch him there being so invested in this that he didn’t realise you were standing next to him now. As your scent intoxicates him, he just moves his head to see you and smiles. His dilated pupils, puffy nose and droopy smile indicated that this wasn’t the first session. He taps the metal card and puts it aside. He cups your cheeks with his hands and gives you a sloppy wet kiss on the lips. You can taste the tequila, the cigarettes, the lime and the powder.

You are okay with what’s happening. You have also used over the years. You’re more into smoking. But back when you and Alex were in LA, all of these hard stuff was around you and you have occasionally enjoyed the high. And that’s the best part of Alex and Miles, they use it but they never go on a bender. Actually, according to Alex, all of these substances don’t stand a chance when you’re around him.

“ Babygirl.. My love.. wifey.. ” Alex said in between kisses. This made everyone laugh. Alex has this habit of physically craving you when he’s high.

“ What’s up, baby? ” you ask him and then look at miles who is snorting his second line. Your best friend is standing next to Miles and they are going alternate on the lines. You loved the fact that you and your best friend were literally like the female version of Miles and Alex just didn’t have the creative capability to make a career out of it. Hell, both of you liked it being the way it was. “ I was trying to fill in the void, as you weren’t there and I heard that your flight was late so I was in doubt if I could even see you ” Alex cooed as he snuggled his nose in your neck and started kissing your shoulder. “ I’d have flown the plane myself if I were allowed Alex. The weather wasn’t cooperative. ” you said.

Miles slides the plate towards you. Your best friend gives you the most sly I am gonna go and fuck miles smile to you and both of them were looking at you like puppies.

You look at them confused. “ Take a hit. ” you bestfriend starts to hype you up. Miles started chanting “ Y/n come on, come on. ”

Alex looks at you, brings the plate closer and whisper in your neck, “ C’mon kitten, reward me today. ” Alex knew that if you hit, you’ll be horny and you’d fuck him wherever it was possible. And he wanted you to get horny. He was poking his dick to you the entire time.

Instead of taking a snort you rub the powder on your gums and take a sip of margarita which was kept beside Miles. Everyone cheered as you did the second round as well.

Your eyes started getting heavy. You were being extra touchy to Alex. You were swinging your hips to the music the boys were singing. Alex eyed you has he relaxed on the couch. Miles and your best friend were hugging and dancing. Both of them decided to leave you and Alex jumps off the couch to lock the door. He spins himself to look at you who still hasn’t processed that they have left and was still dancing to some tune. You were moving your hands and your hips and your legs in a rhythm that made Alex made him do things to you that you would remember for ages.

Alex holds you by the waist and drags you to the vanity again. “ Al….. ” you drag his name as you reach the vanity. Both of you are giggling. “ What do you want Mr. Turner? ” you ask him in the most seductive manner possible. Alex looks at the last two lines which were abandoned earlier and gestures. Both of you hit it.

The moment you do that. Alex moves you away from the vanity and sits down on the floor by the cabinets. You look at him confused. “ I need to feel my home. ” he said, looking at your thighs and running his finger up and down.

That’s what it was. For Alex, you are his home.

Before you could even calculate Alex pulls you, gets your dress up and panties off. Your upper body was leaning on the vanity table whilst your legs were spread out.

Alex darts his tongue out. A lick goes from top to bottom and then bottom to top. He sucks out to your clit as if that’s the only thing that’s going to bring him happiness. You look at your face in the mirror and you realise you were fucking high as well. That’s when you realise that it is time to make this one of the best orgasms of your life.

You bend your knees a bit giving Alex more room. Your hand goes in his locks making him groan and grow in his pants. His hands start to massage your ass, he knew that will make you more comfortable. His tongue begins the work. Circles. Ups and down. The number 8. Flicking. You name it. He did it all to bring you to the Edge.

His tongue would go from bottom to top and then he’d would kiss your clit whilst his nose gave the perfect friction. He begins to munch you down and your moans got louder and louder. He wiggled his tongue around. Sniffed you out. Swirled his tongue around.

“ Give. It. To. Me. Kitten. ” he said as his tongue went in and out of your hole.

“ I want this. Now. ” he asserted and his tongue decided to unleash something you couldn’t fathom. He decided to go the slowest that he could. He knew you. He knew that you are about to give him what he wants but he wants you to have this orgasm.

Slow circles. Slow flicks. Again. Slow circles. Slow flicks. All with the tips of his tongue.

Your body gave in. Your legs gave in.

“ Alexxx… ” you shout and moan.

He knew you reached the high. He doesn’t let you go, rather starts to run his fingers on your thighs, intensifying your orgasm.

You physically had to move to move his head off. Alex gives you a smile you knew he was happy. You look at him and grab him by his collar and take him to the couch. You were not done. And it was time for reward part two.

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