#i like sexy evil people making out okay.

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rotten to the touch; luke castellan

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wc: 3.2k

pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: you’re pretty sure you’re an awful person. you’re pretty sure luke castellan is too. and you’re pretty sure you want to make out with him.

warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little dark🫣, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more ‘i can fix him’ or ‘i can make him worse’ it’s ‘he can make ME worse’

notes: this is… sluttier than my usual stuff so it’s not as good but i’m trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where you’d place her im curious :) maybe i’ll write more of her in the future she’s interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain

You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.

It’s unclear to you why you turned out this way—every reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Blood’s black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And it’s not just for show. You know you’re rotten. You know the anger will never go away.

It’s evident in the things you think about other people—the way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just don’t see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.

Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.

But everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, you’d even love Luke Castellan if you didn’t know any better.

But you do, and you don’t, and it’s complicated, okay?

Because there’s something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: he’s miserable and wicked, too.

You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when you’re picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. It’s exciting.

During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. He’s light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and he’s alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.

He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. There’s something there. A chasm he’s hopeless to fill.

Before you know it, you’re going out of your way to catch him training alone. It’s creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.

Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. It’s almost . . . longing.

Wherever she is, you’re pretty sure Aphrodite’s having a cosmic fucking laugh. And you’re sure she’s laughing double tonight.

The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. You’re definitely of age to be a counsellor, but you’ve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D don’t know what to do with you. You’re sure you’ll be kicked out of camp soon for good.

But you’re here anyways, for a reason you don’t want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And you’re fucked. You’re so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.

An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. “Hey, sorry, you want a drink?”

“Fuck off, you idiot,” you snarl.

You wait for her to leave. She doesn’t. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean all the time,” she says evenly. “If you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.”

“Have you ever thought that I’m not being mean? Maybe I just am.”

You glare at her. She looks you up and down. “Sure,” she shrugs, walking away. There’s a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesn’t soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.

The night drones on. You’re sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And you’re sick of yourself. You can’t believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you don’t even know why. He’s fascinating, and you resent him, and he’s also beautiful. But he’s looked back at you all of three times tonight and you’re sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.

Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.

To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. There’s a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it won’t matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?

They stars only get brighter. It’s probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, “Oh, fuck you,” to them. It’s not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. “Fuck you. Fuck off!” You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:

“I’m guessing you’re not having a fun night.”

You whirl around. It’s hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.

“Yeah, me neither,” Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.

Even when he’s close enough, you don’t say anything. If you do, you’re afraid it’ll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.

The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since you’ve been funny.

He nods at the sky. “Those things don’t talk. You do know that, right?” He’s still so captivating, so self-assured, even when there’s no one around but you.

“Gods, you’re the worst,” you scoff. You really mean it, so you can’t look him in the eye.

“Then why have you been staring at me all night?”

It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.” He cocks his head to the side, adding, “Actually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you don’t think you’re being subtle.”

You huff. “Okay, if we’re really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!”

His hands shot up like he was being arrested. “Hey, I never said I minded it. A guy’s . . . just gotta wonder. What’s up with you spying on me when I’m training alone, anyways?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You watch me when there’s nobody else around. I’m not blind. It’s weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what you’re looking at, at least be upfront about it.”

You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. “You didn’t answer my question about why you started staring at me first.”

The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.

“People think you’re mean,” Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like he’s choosing them all with care. “You’re rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think you’re awful.” Again, he looks you over. “I’m not so sure.”

“If I’m awful, then you’re awful,” you spit before he can say anything else.

He just shrugs. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m not sure.”

It’s irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but it’s too far back. Simmering. “Jesus,” you mutter, “You’re worse than me.”

He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. “What?”

“You’re a pretender—that’s what you are.” It’s your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. “Look at you. Everyone loves you. You’re this perfect golden boy and you’re sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know it’s one giant lie. At least I’m honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you don’t have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. We’re the same, but I’m the only one getting shit for it.”

Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also can’t remember the last time you saw him lose one.

But when you play, you play to win.

“You don’t know that,” he dares.

“Oh, I do. You’re rotten, Castellan,” you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. “And you’re not owning up to it, so you’re also a coward.”

However scathing you look, it isn’t enough. If anything it only makes Luke’s manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe that’s why you don’t slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.

He tilts his face towards you, grinning, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”

All right. What the fuck. It feels like you’ve been electrocuted.

“What the—what are you talking about?” You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because there’s something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’d like to read his just as much.

He cocks his head. “I mean, you did call me pretty,” he teases, and it’s almost endearing. “You’re pretty like this too.” His other hand comes up to your face, and you’re surprised you don’t flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. “Don’t call me a coward, heathen. Then we’ll both be embarrassed.”

The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. “You don’t want to kiss me, Luke,” you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.

“You’ve gotta stop telling people what they want,” he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. “One of your more disagreeable qualities.”

His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.

“One of?” You challenge.

“You let me make out with you and I’ll give you a whole list.”

You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. “What a charmer you are.”

His lips brush yours. “Well, that’s what makes me so rotten, isn’t it?”

There’s hardly time to unravel if that’s a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.

His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. You’re warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know he’s thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.

His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and you’re pretty sure he’s admiring it. You don’t complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like he’s testing the waters. “You’re so nice like this,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. “If only people could see you.”

“Then they’d see how mean you are too, no?” You huff. “You don’t want that.”

Another kiss to your jaw. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, it’s so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. You’re not supposed to want things. Worse, you’re not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that you’d kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.

He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. You’re pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.

“Easy, heathen,” he reprimands in your ear, and you know he’s still smiling.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.” You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.

He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. “Hard to when it makes your face do that,” he goads. “I thought it was impossible for you to smile.”

“Be quiet.” You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.

He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, “Yes ma’am.”

Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.

It’s a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and you’re both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet. Now you’re just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and it’s the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. “So sensitive,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.

He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. You’ve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.

After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. “Party’s letting out,” you mutter.

“What a damn shame.” His hand rubs your jaw, and it’s too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.

“Is now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?” You ask once you’re ready to look at him again.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually, I came up with more since I said that so I’m pretty sure it’ll take more than one night.” He fakes a wince, “Might have to spread it out for a few days.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, you ass.”

“I’ll give you one for starters.” You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. “Your hands are too cold.” They’re tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You don’t move them. “And,” he adds, “you’re incredibly crass.”

“Thanks, dipshit.”

“Thank you for proving my point, heathen.”

The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. “You meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?” He raises his brows.

The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps they’re hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Even though I’m rotten?” You ask, and there’s an echo of mischief in your voice, too.

He’s got a strange expression when he looks at you. “That’s not true.”

He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. It’s slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until you’re pretty sure there’s blood. “Luke,” you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.

After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know you’ll see him tomorrow.

He says, “You’re not rotten. You’re right.”

And damn it, you really do believe him.

#perrie’s fics #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo series #pjo tv show #luke castellan smut #pjo #heroes of olympus #charlie bushnell #i like sexy evil people making out okay. #maybe will make a part 2 to this series because i’m just so fascinated by their weird little dynamic but we’ll see #i kind of hate this but WE MOVE ANYWAYS!!

[pshaven]

enhypen making YOU lose nnn ?

OUUUUHHHHH. this is good. i love this. ur mind needs to be studied

cw! fwb with heeseung, established relationship with jay and sunghoon, riding, oral (f & m receiving), doggy, reader gets called slutty girl, princess, jay brat tamer hehe, hoon is evil, lmk if i missed anything!

이희승 heeseung ᥫ᭡

as you’re heeseung’s number one fuck buddy… well, he’s not very ecstatic about your decision to join the nnn challenge. he thought it’d be okay at first– he has other people to attend to while you’re busy. he actually discovered something new about himself thanks to your personal challenge: he can only go a few days without you. he really did try to distract himself with other hookups but they just aren’t you! no pussy felt like yours, and no one moaned his name the same like you do. so now he has his own personal challenge: to make you lose nnn! he thinks it’d be a piece of cake, really. because have you seen him? how can you resist him?

turns out pretty well, much to his dismay. he disguises his mission as an innocent “wanna watch some movies tonight?” to come over. you, in skimpy top and flimsy shorts that you typically like to wear when staying in. he thinks– knows– he’ll have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. and you’ve always been such a good girl, so you’ll obey him this time again, right? 

it starts off with just a hand on your thigh, and even though you give him a side eye he pretends he doesn’t notice, eyes too focused on whatever movie you decided to put on. he notices when your thighs tense each time his hand inches close to your clothed cunt, and it’s so slow– you guys have probably burned through two movies already but heeseung wants to take his time, see how long you can really resist him. 

you’re doing too well, and the space in his pants is beginning to tighten up the more you tense your thighs… he swears he can feel the heat radiate off your cunt, he knows you’re wet… you just have to be! by the third movie, he’s done playing around with you and grabs the remote out of your hand, “how ‘bout i give you something else to hold?”

“knew i could get you to cave- ah, shit!” heeseung cursed, hands on your waist as you bounce up and down on his cock. you whine, nails scratching his chest to leave marks that will definitely last for days. 

“i hate you!” you squeal at one particular thrust when he bucks his hips into you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. his eyes are focused on your entrance taking his length in, brows furrowed in concentration as he lets out a breathy chuckle. “heh, not enough or you wouldn’t be cumming on me right now.”

박종성 jay ᥫ᭡

he is such a good sport about it, honestly. he’s an amazing boyfriend, at that! he makes sure he avoids doing anything particularly sexy around you (but let’s be for real, anything he does is sexy). he encourages you and does his best to avoid any particular advances that you put on him during no nut november because he knows that once he reciprocates it, it’s over for you. so you do get a lot of no’s and don’t even think about it throughout the month… but he thinks you’ll thank him by the end of the month.

wrong. you’re extra bratty in particular today (november 27th), trying to tease him and tempt him when you rub your palm against his bulge during game night with the other members. he has a good poker face… for maybe ten minutes until he’s rock hard in his sweats underneath the blanket that you both are sharing. you’re stifling your giggles behind his back, occasionally popping in some commentary of the game so the members don’t get too suspicious on why you’re so quiet. 

old habits die hard, so how else is he supposed to act when you’re being bratty? 

“you only had three more days left, princess,” jay taunts in your ear, his hand on your back to bend you over the sink counter. you whine, but you shaking your ass tells him exactly what you wanted. “guess this slutty pussy just can’t live without me, huh?” 

you nod your head repeatedly, “mhm! can’t get enough- wan’ your cock now~” you moan when he slides down your bottoms, hand slapping your ass in the process. he’s a weak man for you, and honestly he’s been dying without your warmth around him for almost an entire month so he’s impatient as well.

jay reaches for your neck, lifting your head up towards him so that your back is arching. “could’ve just stayed a good girl and lasted the whole month,” he mutters into your shoulder as he slides himself in your tight entrance, both of you releasing a long sigh of relief.

심재윤 jake ᥫ᭡

okay… he definitely set himself up for failure when he proposed that you both do the nnn challenge together. he thought it would be soooo funny and easy! not even twenty four hours passed and he already regretted it, seeing you prance around in some cute shorts that leaves half your ass hanging out and a loose shirt that clearly shows your perky nipples. he really hates having a roommate that is as hot as you– maybe nnn wouldn’t be such a challenge then.

you’re determined to get your assignment done as you sit on the couch next to jake, typing away at your laptop while he merely scrolls through his phone, occasionally (every five seconds actually) staring at your tits through your t-shirt like he has x-ray vision. he clears his throat, mindlessly letting some random tiktok play as he begins to zone out, letting his mind think about him wrapping his lips around your pert nipples as he rubs you through your stupid excuse that you call a pair of shorts. 

“you’re hard.”  you comment after hearing the same tiktok play for over seven times. “it’s like you want to lose no nut november?” you tease before shifting your attention back to your laptop. jake clears his throat again, shifting in his seat when your words snap him out of his daze. “want to help me lose?”

“slutty girl- ah fuck- can’t say no to some dick, yeah?” jake muses as you choke down on his cock, saliva dripping out from the corner of your lips. you moan around him, your hand around his length tightening a bit at his words that causes him to curse underneath his breath. 

you go particularly deep, a small reward for him when his fingers inside you speed up. he has you on all fours on the couch, his long arm reaching your cunt as he scissors his fingers inside of you. if he’s going to lose, he’ll lose with you. “f-fuck, you’re so good ‘n so wet for me, huh?” he taunts, your juices squelching from his fingers and sloppy mouth working on his cock.

“oh, you cummin’ already? roomie… didn’t know you were this sensitive. so cute,” he hums, slowing his fingers down as he works you through your orgasm. but he’s talking as if he isn’t five seconds away from cumming down your throat.

박성훈 sunghoon ᥫ᭡

he thinks it’s cute you want to do the nnn challenge! but he also thinks it’s cute that you think you can resist him for an entire month. the exact opposite of jay– he makes it his personal mission to make you lose. he’s such a bad boyfriend, making you exceptionally horny, especially the first night after you tell him about your little goal to accomplish this challenge. he’s playing with you in bed, the hands on your waist not so discreetly creeping up to your chest. you have to physically detach his hands away from you so you don’t start acting up. 

the next morning is even worse– he’s stepping out of the shower and into your shared bedroom with only a towel that is barely hanging on his waistline. your mouth goes dry, your attention completely stolen away from your phone and onto sunghoon. “you sick bastard,” you curse under your breath, but it doesn’t go unheard by your sneaky boyfriend. “you could just… i dunno, lose right now,” he mumbles, going over to you as he nuzzles your neck. you’re doing much better than he thought when you push him away with a stern and determined look on your face. 

but in the end, he’s always right. and you give in like a child who’s offered some more playtime if they complete their homework. but he really didn’t expect you to give in when he’s doing something so basic, cooking dinner for you when you come back late from uni or work. but it gives him an ego boost either way. 

“can’t believe you got turned on from me cooking,” he snickers as he lifts his head up from in between your thighs. you roll your eyes, your grip on his hair tightening as you pull him back into your cunt. “i-it was the domestic-ness of it, okay? just shut up and make me lose already,” you pout. 

he groans, sliding his fingers inside of you with ease, thanks to his own work. “you already did… approximately one minute ago. but i guess i can make you lose twice,” he grins before he latches his mouth onto your sensitive bud.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen hard thoughts

[jenosbigtoe]

brother’s best friend!lee jeno x reader

minors dni

summary: your overprotective big brother's best friend is just too irresistible. too bad you have to keep your relationship a secret from him. established relationship au!

warnings: jeno is a freak lowkey, creampie, breeding kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, size kink (if you squint), mating press, jeno fat cock, jeno is a simp, squirting, pussy eating, literally just pwp

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: intentional lowercase (i hate autocaps) and not proofread so if you see any grammar mistakes lmk. IK THIS IS A WORN OUT TROPE BUT IDC BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JENO FTW this is just so self indulgent so if its ass um ☠️

pretty pink lip gloss, fresh set of french tip acrylics, short white mini skirt, strawberry scented lotion, and a pink lacy camisole. you, na y/n, were going to be the death of lee jeno.

"dude stop looking at my little sister like that you freak," jaemin threw a dirty sock laying around at his best friend's face as jeno stared at your plump ass like a piece of meat while you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack.

"shut the fuck up man," jeno grumbled as he proceeded to knock jaemin off course in moo moo meadows in mario kart.

you smirked knowingly with your back turned. you knew exactly what you were doing. it was 10 pm on a friday night, meaning jeno and jaemin were having their weekly guys night and would crash in the living room, playing video games, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

and it also meant you would get to dangle yourself like a piece of meat in front of your boyfriend and oblivious brother as you watch your hungry boyfriend try to behave himself.

"jaem let me have a turn," you whined, inviting yourself into the living room, and sat between the two boys on the verge of beating the shit out of each other over mario kart.

"y/n you know damn well you're shit at these types of games now why would i let you play when im about to rock jeno's shit," jaemin didn't even look over at you and continued to focus on the screen. "FUCKKKK JENO THOSE GODDAMN SHELLS. FUCK YOU DICKFACE”

jeno on the other hand glanced over at you, eyes never looking once at yours and instead focused straight on your plump titties popping right out of your push up bra. and he drove right off course, leaving jaemin to yelp in victory as he finished in 1st place.

"fuck you jaemin. here y/n you can play on my controller," jeno rolled his eyes and passed his controller to you. his character was already pink yoshi, making your heart melt because he knew that was your go to.

“thank you, jeno. at least some people are actually nice and considerate,” you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

"well okay you asked for it. prepare to get your ass kicked like our dear jen over there, y/n," jaemin said with an evil glint in his eyes.

as the game was about to start, you suddenly had an idea and paused the game. "wait jaem, i don't really know how to play. can you go easy on me?"

"hell no. you wanted to play with the big boys so now you gotta face the consequences."

you turned to look at jeno, who was very obviously just staring at your tits the entire time. "jeno, jaemin is being a bitch to me. can you teach me how to play since he doesn't want to go easy on me?" you tilted your head and pouted your lip in a way that you knew he liked.

you knew damn well how to play and beat the shit out of jaemin at mario kart but you also knew how good you looked right now and how this would be the perfect opportunity to tease your sexy boyfriend.

"aw hell no that's cheating, y/n," jaemin whined.

“too bad. it ain’t up to you, sore loser.” you gave jeno a smirk with a knowing look in your eyes.

"well i don't mind. plus you won the last round anyways, jaem," jeno spoke up, shifting around and subtlely fixing his sweatpants. you were teasing him so bad and it was going straight to his cock.

jaemin looked at jeno, then you, then right back at jeno, narrowing his eyes a bit. "hey since when did you two get so chummy?"

"jaemin stop being a bitch and let's just play. i don't even know how to play and jeno helping me isn't going to suddenly make me become a mario kart god."

jaemin rolled his eyes. "whatever man."

jaemin unpaused the game and the race started. you pretended to freak out, not knowing where to go as jaemin left you in the dust.

jaemin started laughing his ass off as he quickly climbed the ranks as you were left in dead last. "kiss my ass, y/n."

jeno leaned over to show you the controls but you took this opportunity to yank him to sit behind you, causing you almost be sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped you. "now show me the controls," you grinned evilly and shifted around so your ass rubbed against his dick.

jeno was stunned. doing this literally right in front of your brother? who forbade you two from ever seeing each other? he could just smell your sweet strawberry perfume, which had him wanting to just gobble you up. and your cute little outfit, god he just wanted to rip it right off of you and mark your body up, claim you as his. and not gonna lie, the thrill of being right next to your brother and his best friend had his heart pumping blood straight to his boner.

you both were lucky jaemin had tunnel vision when it came to video games, his face literally glued to the screen. otherwise he would've seen how your little white skirt rode up your thighs and your panties were literally grinding against his best friend's cock.

you let jeno take the controller and pretended to still be the one playing, occasionally screaming out curses at your brother and let out cheers when you hit him with shells. meanwhile you were really just shifting around on jeno's cock through his sweat pants as you ran your manicured nails up and down his veiny arms that were wrapped around you. his hands just looked so big and meaty on that controller, had you fantasizing about what they would be doing to you tonight.

as you neared the final lap, you in 6th place and jaemin in 2nd, you suddenly grabbed the controller out of jeno's hands and shoved him back beside you. he let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground. jaemin suddenly took 1st place and finished the round. you were 8th. you gave jeno a fake apologetic look as he glared at you.

“oops,” you whispered, sticking your tongue out.

jaemin looked over at you and gave you a triumphant look. "now what did i tell you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood, your skirt rode up almost all the way and on the verge of exposing the little cream panties with red hearts on them that you knew jeno loved. the way jeno was sitting, you standing up gave him the perfect view of the way your puffy pussy fit in your little panties, making him even harder than before.

"whatever loser i'm heading back to my room. have fun being bitchless on a friday night." jaemin threw a pillow at your turned back. you sauntered back to your room, making careful sure to sway your hips as you knew jeno's eyes were trained straight on your ass.

it was 1 am and you were still up, bored out of your mind and scrolling through your phone. he should've been here by now, you pouted. you got frustrated and started ripping your clothes off, leaving you in just your push-up bra and panties when a voice from behind startled you.

"baby, you already starting without me? i'm hurt," jeno wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body against yours, and whispered softly in your ear, causing you to shiver.

you puffed out your cheeks. "waited for so long. was about to go to sleep because my shithead boyfriend left me needy over here."

jeno started groping at your body, squeezing your juicy tits and lightly grinding his erection against your barely clothed ass. "sorry sweet girl. jaem wouldn't fall asleep because that girl from his econ class finally texted him back, corny ass." he left a trail of kisses down your neck and sucked at a particular spot on your collar bone that had your knees weak.

you smiled to yourself. you couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long, not when you're so whipped for him. you turned around and looked up at him, admiring your sexy boyfriend. he finally listened to you and dyed his hair back to black, leaving it long and messy just how you like it. he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants with the simple gold chain you bought him for his birthday. he knew just how you like it. what a fucking manwhore. you were ready to devour him whole.

you smashed your lips on his, messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. suddenly, you pushed him down on your bed and started straddling him, grinding your pussy directly on his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan into your mouth. one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.

"baby i need you. i missed you so much," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

he connected his lips to yours with a renewed fervor. clothes started flying off as you kissed each other passionately. he reached for a condom in your nightstand but you stopped him.

"raw baby. i need you in me right now." you grinned at him.

he cursed, flipped you over on your back and used his weight to press you against the mattress. his thick, muscular body pressing you to the mattress had you breathless and in need for more. "is my baby needy? is my baby needy for this cock?"

he reached down and began to lightly caress your pussy, gathering your leaking juices and spreading it around. his fingers teased your hole, rubbing circles around it and occasionally deciding to stick one in for one pump before going back to rubbing and teasing.

"had me thinking about this pussy all night. fuck. love you so much baby. you're so sexy and you get me so hard. no one does it for me like you. you looked so cute today, just wanted to eat you up. didn't care if that shithead was there, just wanted to love on my girl." he continued to tease your little pussy and alternate between fingering and rubbing you.

then he crawled down until he was facing your wet pussy directly. staring at your pussy like a piece of meat in front of starved lion, he gave one long lick all the way up your cunt and started sucking, making sure to make lewd noises. your legs were shaking with need as you gripped his hair.

"fuck you taste so good. all wet just for me. this pussy is mine," he groaned into your cunt.

at this point, your pussy was gushing so much you felt a puddle beneath you. his fingers and lips felt so so good on your pussy but you were tired of his teasing. you got up and suddenly looked down at him seriously. "jen if your cock isn't in me in the next 5 seconds i'm seriously going to break up with you and fuck haechan or something."

this lit a fire within jeno, whose eyes darkened. he lifted his body and gave his impossibly hard cock a few pumps, rubbing your juices all over his massive cock. he grabbed your thighs, lifted your legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into your little pussy with one big thrust.

you both moaned out, your pussy leaking happily as he bottomed out, balls deep. he set out on a fast past immediately, pounding your pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

"yes, jen yes yes yes! oh god more more! love you so much baby," you grabbed at his hair as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. in the deep mating press he had you in, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. his cock was just so so big, you could never get enough of it.

you could see the veins pop out of his neck and his beefy arms were pinning your hips down as his hips were pounding you with each powerful thrust. he looked so so so sexy and he was all yours.

"god baby your pussy was made for me. love you so so much. mine. all mine. everything about you all mine, just for me," jeno kissed you passionately, both moaning into each other mouths.

he used one of his hands to press down on your lower belly, making your pussy leak and throb around him. "you feel that, princess? you feel me deep in your tummy? only i can do that to you, only me."

your mind was blank at this point, body completely numb to everything except the pleasure he was giving you. you could feel yourself about to get sent over the edge, your pussy spasming and clenching hard around every vein on his cock.

"bout to cum baby don't stop don't stop!!" you orgasmed with a loud scream, pussy squirting all over his stomach.

jeno continued fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the feeling of your little pussy spasming all over his cock. "baby m close too, fuckkk."

fat tears rolled down your face at the overstimulation of pleasure. "jen please cum inside please."

jeno groaned, thrusting every harder and deeper than before. "such a slut. you like that huh? you want your boyfriend to knock you up? you want to have a baby with your brother's best friend? fuck. how about you just get pregnant? he wouldn't be able to disapprove of us when you're already round and waddling around with my baby."

with one loud groan, he bottomed out inside of you and let out his thick load. he collapsed on top of you, cock still balls deep inside, crushing you under all his weight with your face pressed against his sweaty chest.

you stayed like that for a few seconds before you tapped on his back, signaling that you couldn't breathe. still keeping his cock deep inside your leaking pussy, he flipped you over on your side and cuddled your back, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other pushing your hair out of your face. you panted, eyes closed in bliss. jeno drew circles on your arms and left kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

"just saying, you would look sexy as fuck pregnant with our baby." jeno whispered.

you opened your eyes to turn back and swat at his chest but what you saw made your blood run cold in horror.

it was your brother standing right in the open doorway staring at your naked bodies with a look of fury, surprise, horror, and shock that you had never seen before.

the three of you screamed at the sight of each other in unison.

a/n: i intentionally wrote the ending like that because i'm unsure if anyone would even want to continue reading this lmaooo so lmk what you think

#nct smut #jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #jeno #lee jeno #jeno lee

[sachermorte]

so the thing about english is that people think it's so divorced from other germanic languages based on like. words. I've even heard people try to insist that english is a romance language. because of that whole messy business in 1066 with out-of-wedlock willy and his band of naughty normans. and now a good chunk of the vocabulary is french or whatever and they're prestigious so not using them makes you sound like a rube and this and that and the other

and yes william the conqueror will never be safe from me. I will have my revenge on him. he fucked up a perfectly good germanic language is what he did. this will be me in hell

but the thing is that most words in, say, german do have a one to one english equivalent. not all hope is lost, for those who still dare to see it. it's just that you 1066pilled normancels aren't looking in the right place

dog (en) ≠ der Hund (de) but der Hund (de) -> hound (en)

look with your special eyes. that one was easier. not all of them are this intuitive because of semantic narrowing and broadening and waltzing and hokey-pokeying and whatever else. I'll give you a few more

animal (en) ≠ das Tier (de)

aha! you think. I've got him on the ropes now.

but then

das Tier (de) -> deer (en)

nooooo!! you whine and cry in gay baby jail. the consonants are different!!! listen to me. listen, I say, putting both my hands on your shoulder. /t/and /d/ are the same sound. you just put your voice behind one of them.

nooooooooo!! you wail. deer are animals but not all animals are deer!!! listen to me. LISTEN. they used to be. animals used to be deer. that's just what we called them. it was a long time ago. it was a weird time in all our lives. it's okay.

let's try for a verb this time

to die (en) ≠ sterben (de) but sterben (de) -> to starve

same principle with the consonants, we're just changing a stop (where we completely stop the airflow and then let it through) for a fricative (where we still let some air go through. idk where it's going. maybe to its job or something.)

to starve used to mean generally to die, not just to die of malnourishment. we do that a lot. we take one word for a lot of things and make it mean one thing. or take one word for one thing and make it mean a lot of things. this is common and normal.

"okay but roland," you say, suddenly coming up with an argument. "what about tree? trees are super common. I don't think we'd fuck around too much with that. the german word is baum! what about THAT?"

"when did you learn german?" I ask, but then decide it isn't relevant right at this very moment. but fine.

tree (en) ≠ der Baum (de) but der Baum (de) -> beam (en)

beam??? you ask incredulously. beam???? BEAM?????? you continue with the same tone and cadence of captain holt from brooklyn 99.

yes. beam. like the evil beams from my eye I'm going to hit you with if you don't stop shouting.

but the vowels!!! you howl.

listen. listen to me. the vowels mean nothing. absolutely nothing. they're fluid like water. it got raised in english.

"WHAT DOES RAISED MEAN"

it doesn't matter right now. they were raised better than you, at least. stop shouting. open your eyes and see what god has given you. they're the same word.

"they're NOT the same word. they mean different things!"

we've been over this. they didn't used to. a beam was (and is) a long solid piece of wood. much like the long solid piece of wood I showed your mother last night.

FAQ:

Q: could english be some kind of germanic-romance hybrid?

A: do you become a sexy thing from the black lagoon just because you dressed up as one for halloween? english may have gotten a lot of vocabulary from norman french, but its history and syntax are distinctly germanic. that's what we base these things on.

Q: okay but what does it matter? this doesn't actually affect my day to day life

A: you come into my house? you come into my house, the house of an autistic man living in vienna austria and studying english linguistics and you ask me what does it matter? sit back down. I was going to let you go but now I have powerpoints to show you

Q: you're stupid and wrong and gay and a bad person

A: I know it's you, Willy

#I don't know what came over me #it was the devil #linguistics #english linguistics #etymology #shitpost nach sacher art

[spacerockfloater]

Why the fuck does Laena Velaryon, who is canonically younger than Rhaenyra Targaryen in the show, look like a fucking 20-year-old in episode 5 while Rhaenyra, her elder, still looks fucking 13? Why the actual fuck did they change the YOUNGER girl’s actress and made her look older, but it’s okay for Rhaenyra to continue looking like a preteen? I’ll tell you why.

They’re trying to distract us from the fact that creepy ass Daemon is courting a 14-year-old. A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. Rhaenyra is 15 in episode 1 and Laena is 12, meaning they have a 3 year age gap. Then, Viserys tells Rhaenyra that she must marry since she’s 17 now, making Laena 14, maybe 15 at best. So they obviously can’t afford having Daemon thirst over a child again, therefore this is a shitty attempt to cover up the fact that Laena still is a very fucking young child.

HBO what is this? Why do your casting choices indicate that you’re trying to use some kind of ageist technique to manipulate your viewers? Why are the supposedly good guys, Rhaenyra and her children, portrayed by very young actors? Is this to show how innocent and pure they are? Why are the characters who are supposedly evil, Aegon and Aemond, or the character for whom we shouldn’t worry too much about since she’s just a tool for Daemon’s story line to develop, Laena, portrayed by obviously older actors even though they’re all supposed to be kids? Because the youth = good people and old = bad people analogy is fucking gross and lowkey paedophilic. Not to mention how weird it is to make all the black girls in the show look like fucking grown ups. What kind of racist bullshit is this?

I can’t understand HBO’s decisionmaking for the love of me. Like, on the one hand, it’s so obvious that they’re forcing Daemon and Rhaenyra down our throats, to the point that I actually laughed out loud when the show runner said “he doesn’t get why people like Daemon”. Like, my guy, you MADE the show. You made him look like an appealing, dangerous, sexy, strong, victorious and mysterious man, so what do you mean you don’t get the appeal? On the other hand though, most of the actions that they allow Daemon to perform are so horrifying that it makes it impossible for a sane person to stand beside him and defend him. Like, they try to sugarcoat that he’s an abusive piece of shit yeah, but they somehow don’t shy away from the fact that he’s terrible? Are they doing both of these things on purpose? Are they trying to challenge the viewer, to show us how abusers, despite being openly deranged, still have their way of dazzling their victims, the average person, and hypnotising them with their charm? Is Daemon doing to us (and by us I mean you Daemon stans, not me, stay safe though) what he’s doing to Rhaenyra and Laena? Are the show producers testing the average viewer’s intelligence and ability to recognise an abuser? Will there be a lesson to be learned?

I would like to hope so but I highly doubt it, because while one could support this theory by arguing that changing Laena’s actress is an attempt to mask Daemon’s degenerative nature a bit so that it isn’t completely obvious that he’s a bad man, someone else could counter this argument by saying that we’ve already seen Daemon groom a minor so this wouldn’t be something new. We’ve seen him do much more violent crimes actually, so why shy away from the fact he’s a groomer when we are already aware of this? Idk man, I really want to think that HBO is trying to make us see that Daemon is an evil person, but then indirectly glorifying him constantly makes me believe they just want people to root for him.

P.S. I may anger a lot of people by saying this, so I’ll make myself clear by stating that I love and greatly respect actors who specialise in portraying evil characters, because doing so and not losing yourself is a challenge (*cough* Leto *cough*) but if done correctly, it’s a true showcase of one’s talent and hard work. Lee, De Niro, Hopkins, Bardem and Rickman are just a few to name. However, Matt Smith has never rubbed me the right way. No hate to the guy, I don’t even know him, but I’ve seen him play the villain in three separate occasions (HOTD, Last Night in Soho, Morbius) and I just get these weird vibes, but I usually told myself it’s just my imagination running wild. However, I recently found out that Smith claimed that Daemon is a loyal man who loves deeply and that his “heir for a day” brothel feast was his way of honouring Aema, which really disturbed me for obvious reasons. I don’t know if he said this because he’s trying to defend his character and by extension himself, or if he just wants to promote the show, or if he doesn’t understand Daemon or if he funnily enough has fallen victim to his own character’s charm and I don’t care because it is a dangerous thing to say. Painting this character, the arrogant, obnoxious, self serving, people slaughtering, wife murdering, backstabbing, abusing, grooming, lying, manipulating, war criminal of a man, in such a positive light while being a man yourself, knowing that most of this character’s supporters are young impressionable women who just find him hot, makes me lowkey wanna cover my drink in his presence, I don’t know.

#hbo #hbo max #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd critical #house targaryen #house velaryon #anti rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #laena velaryon #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemyra #ageism #matt smith #anti targ stans #anti targ restoration #pro team green #team green #anti team black

[leewritestoomuch]

hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto neji #naruto fic #naruto smut #naruto hcs #neji hyuuga x reader #Neji x reader #Gaara x reader #Kankuro x reader #Sasuke x reader #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka #tenten x reader #Sakura x reader #Temari x reader #Temari #rock lee x reader #rock lee #Hinata x reader #Shikamaru x reader #Choji x reader #Shikamaru Nara x reader #Choji Akimichi x reader #shino aburame x reader #Shino x reader #Kankuro #Shino aburame

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

PLZ MORE SILLY VEES HEADCANONS THE LAST ONES MADE MY DAYYYYY

Okay okay I'll try to squeeze a little bit more silly of me, just for you, Anon <333 Because I love making people happy uwu

Velvette and Valentino sometimes end up doing lines of coke off Vox's screen when they're out of flat surfaces. It usually goes something like this:

Vox, look, what's that on the ceiling?! Okay, wait, now don't move... OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Chill, it's not like you don't use my body for your pleasure. Yeah, God gave you this flat face for a reason. We all have our purpose

Valentino is kinda like that friend who went to therapy once and only remembered the part where his feelings and boundaries are super important.

Stop being mean to me! I'm not being mean, I just told you not to kill that waiter. I have FEELINGS. *sigh* We know, Val. AND YOU ARE MAKING THEM S A D. We know, Val.

Valentino once came up with the idea that Vox's pornstar name should be voXXXy. He keeps bringing it up every once in a while, still hoping Vox will agree to have a cameo in one of his movies.

Vox once surprised Valentino with this cheeky red lingerie set. When Val caught on it was basically a Sexy Alastor Costume, Vox ended up couch-surfing for a week.

Whenever Vox doesn't pay enough attention to him, Valentino messes with his Excel sheets, inserting random '69' or '420' here and there, or pasting some of his sexy photos in Vox's Very Important PowerPoint About KPIs.

When Velvette is bored, she comes up with the dumbest ways to die and then asks her succubi friends (since succubi are some of the demons legally allowed to travel to the mortal realm) to start them on TikTok. She's incredibly proud whenever she learns that some soul ended up in hell because of her challenges.

This one time, stumbling home after a party, Vox was like:

Val, Vel, you guys can draw, right? How 'bout I pay you hundred bucks for a big-ass graffiti? What graffiti BIG! Saying what? FUCK ALASTOR AHAHAHAHAHA *hick*

They were cackling like evil children while painting it. It is still there somewhere in Pentagram City, absolutely beautiful.

Vox likes to come up with silly names for his products that are almost cartoonishly evil, because he's a silly evil guy. So, he will market those Cereal Killers to the kids in hell.

#velvette hazbin #hazbin hotel #valentino #vox #voxval #vox hazbin #staticmoth #velvette #valentino hazbin #the vees #headcanon #ask #these and my super angsty fic can and in fac do coexist

[coolemmasulivan]

Confort [Bonus scene from Good Together}

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You surprise Mason, after a few bad articles.

Author's note: I wrote this really quickly. I didn't checked for mistakes, so I'm sorry. English is not my first language.

You can read Good Together part 1 here

(...) Hearts break and hell's a place that everyone knows, so don't be so hard on yourself

You were on the road, hearing one episode of your favourite podcast, while Noah slept on the backseat. You loved driving, so doing the trip between London and Manchester didn't bother you at all.

Noah was on his break from school and you had asked for a few days at Chelsea, so you decided to surprise Mason.

He had been in Manchester for awhile. He had asked you to move with him, but you had your job and Noah had his school, and your parents where close by, so you decided to stay. You talked with each other every single day. It was hard not being with together, but you made it work. You would came a lot of times to Manchester and he would go to London a lot of times too.

"Come on, it doesn't need to be a naked photo! It can be in lingerie or in your sexy pyjamas that I know you have." He groaned over the phone call.

You bit your lip, preventing you from laughing. "Mason, I'm not taking my changes. What if someone hacks your phone? I don't want my nudes on the internet."

"That's not going to happen. I'll delete them right after." His voice was desperate and by his breathing you could tell his other hand was also busy.

"Are you-- are you jacking off?" You asked him, lowering your voice. Long distance relationships were hard.

He let out a deep moan, before answering you. "Even your voice makes me hard. You sound so good, love." You felt yourself blushing and your panties staring to get wet. "I miss you so much. Fuck, I would leave everything behind just so I could be with you everyday just like before."

The game had ended with a win for Man. United, but the only thing people talked about was how badly he had been playing. People were becoming more toxic and more evil day after day. He missed those times were everything felt easier.

It was night when Mason got inside his car. He took his phone from his pocket and was looking for you number when a phone call interrupted him. Your name, making him smile.

"I was about to call you." He answered.

You chuckled. "It looks like we had the same idea." He agreeded as his head fell down against the back of the seat. "Congratulations on the win. You look excited playing with the reds."

"I feel like I'm the only one excited. For everybody else, I'm still not good enough."

"Don't talk like that."

"Have you seen the articles?"

You let out a sigh. "Why do you keep reading that trash? They're just looking for more views and money." You had your mum voice on. "You're enough for your fans. You're good enough for your team, your family and your friends. Mason Mount, you're good enough for me. So stop talking nonsense."

He couldn't describe how deeply in love he was with you. More and more everyday. "I wish you were here."

"Me too, babe. But we'll see each other soon, okay?"

"That's not good enough for me." He started the car. "What if I just drove there right now? It's just four hours."

"Don't you even think about doing that!" Mason laughed at her firm tone. "Just go home. You need to rest."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Fine! I love you."

"I love you too!"

As you ended the call, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew he was capable of driving to London just to kiss and hug you, and right now that was not a good idea at all, since you were inside his apartment, preparing one of his favourite dishes. A recipe his mum had giving you.

"When is he coming home?" Noah asked you, showing up next to you with an half eaten cookie on his hand.

"Soon, sweety!" You stole his cookie and ate it.

"MUMMMM!"

Mason parker his car in the underground garage and took his bag from the trunk. Inside the lift he looked at the mirror and ran his hand thought his messy hair. He smiled as he remembered how much you hated the blond hair.

"I hate it!" You grumbled, pushing him away from you. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back, making you fall on his lap. "I always wanted to try. We need to experiment new things, love."

You looked at his hair confused and still not sure if it was real. "That's a bad experiment! It doesn't suit your lovely face."

He placed you down on the sofa and pinned your hands up. "I thought you liked me for me and not because of my hair, Mrs Y/l/n!"

You locked your legs around his hip. "I mean I like you for who you are. A sweety, amazing and very handsome man."

Mason looked at you suspiciously. "Why do I feel like that's coming a but from your mouth?"

"But..." You smirked.

"But?"

"But, from now on we'll make love with the light off." You laughed too lound as Mason tickled you.

You turned off the light was you heard the key on the door. Noah had a canon of confetties he had brough from home, that hadn't been used on his last birthday party, and was ready to surprise his father figure.

The door opened and Mason switch on the lights. You could see his confused face from your hidden place, and you knew it was because of the smell from the food.

"What the hell?"

You counted down with your fingers, and when he approached the living room you and Noah got up from your hidden spots.

"SURPRISE!" You yelled, confetties of multi colors everywhere.

Mason opened his mouth in soock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Were you really there? Was he hallucination? He had just talked to you over the phone.

"What-- How are you here?"

You ran into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hiding his face in your neck. Your perfume hitting him right away. He had missed it.

Noah stood back, he was old enough to know you two needed that moment. Just the two of you.

"We missed you and decided to surprise you. I mean, it's just four hours, right?" He laughed and kissed you.

From the corner of his eye he saw Noah waiting patiently for his turn. "Hi buddy! Come here." Noah ran and hugged his waist.

He was hearing a t-shirt of United with his name and number, ans he couldn't help the silly smile on his face. The boy adored Chelsea, and the fact that he was wearing a rival t-shirt because of him warmed his heart.

"I missed you, Mase!" The boy said.

"I missed you too. I love the t-shirt, mate."

Noah shrugged. "Just because it's you."

After dinner, you sat on the sofa with Mason next to you. His arm was over your shoulders and your legs were over his. Noah was already in bed and you were finally alone.

Making out like two adolescents on the sofa was nothing new to the two of you. It was something that you liked to do a lot. A LOT! And after so long apart, it felt even better.

You broke the rough kiss when you felt like you needed to breathe. "How are you?"

Mason let out a sigh. "I could be better if you were here." You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest. "I'm good. The team his perfect, and the boys are really nice and supportive. I'm happy."

"You look happy!" You pecked his lips. "And if you feel that kind of love from your team and your fans, you need to stop dragging yourself down by reading those awful articles that are only looking for drama."

"I know, I know. But sometimes I can't control myself."

"Let's make a deal." You cupped his face making him look at you. "When you feel the need to read what people are saying, you call me. It doesn't matter the time, it doesn't matter the situation, you call me and I'll make you forget all about those stupid people. Deal?"

Once again, he fell in love with the woman by his side. "Deal!" You smiled and cuddle against his chest. "If I call you and ask for a nude, will you send one?"

You punched him - not too hard - where you shouldn't, if you wanted to have a active sexual life with him.

"MASON TONY MOUNT!"

#footballer imagine #footballer imagines #footballer x reader #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount x you

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie gulped. It was now or ever. They were in an open field, preparing for battle against Vecna. If things went south, then he would never get the chance again. He watched Steve walk into the RV, followed by Lucas. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before walking into the mobile home.

"Hey, Sinclair, can we talk?" Eddie asked.

"Sure, man," Lucas said.

"Do you need to me leave?" Steve asked.

"Nah, that's not necessary," Eddie replied. "I'll be quick. I just want to apologize."

"Eddie, it's okay - "

"No, it's not. I was an asshole. I need to apologize. My father never apologized for anything in his life, and I don't want to be like him. Look, I should have postponed Hellfire, and we should have been there for you. I shouldn't have pressured your best friends into not being there, and I sure, as hell, shouldn't have used your sister to replace you. You couldn't postpone your game, but I sure as hell could have postponed mine. I let my prejudices against jocks get in the way of what was truly important. Obviously, not all jocks are bad. I know that now. And you know, there's nothing wrong with being both a nerd and a jock - which I, of all people, should know about liking both considering that I'm bi - bilingual! Yes, bilingual!" Eddie said, and Lucas sniggered.

"Man, it's okay, I forgave you the minute you got framed for murder by an interdimensional evil wizard," Lucas said. "I totally get why you were so protective over the game, and honestly, I kind of lost myself a little bit there. I mean, I never told them that I played the game. I hid it like there was something to be ashamed of. There's not. I don't even know if I want to continue with basketball."

"Hey, if you really want to play the game, then you shouldn't let those assholes - any asshole, really, stop you from playing the game. This time, we'll be there to support you, and if the others complain, I'll kick their ass," Eddie said.

"Thanks, man," Lucas said.

They hugged each other tightly, and when they pulled apart, Steve was looking at Eddie with a crooked grin. There was a light in Steve's eyes that didn't seem platonic in the slightest.

"Sexy," Steve blurted out.

"Pardon?" Eddie asked.

"What?" Steve asked, blinking rapidly.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Steve asked.

"What did you say?" Eddie asked.

"I said you were sneezy," Steve said quickly, blushing and starting to walk out of the RV.

"That doesn't even make sense, Steve!" Eddie exclaimed.

Eddie turned around to find Lucas laughing. He clapped Eddie on the shoulder.

"You should know that a lot of us around here are, you know, bilingual," Lucas sniggered again. "We're perfectly okay with that. So, if you want to tell us more about you being bilingual, then we'll be here to listen."

"You guys are just full of surprises," Eddie grinned.

Eddie walked out of the RV with Lucas feeling a thousand pounds lighter and more ready than ever to face what was coming.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #lucas sinclair #caleb mclaughlin #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #with a little bit of #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie stranger things #bisexual lucas sinclair #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #eddie apologies to lucas and it makes eddie a thousand times more attractive to steve #stranger things fanfiction #i guess it needs to be said #it's purely platonic with lucas #i do not condone shipping the younger members of the party with any of the older members of the party #just in case anyone gets the wrong idea

[craycraybluejay]

apparently it is morally wrong to have a crush/sexual feelings for anyone in general. Like. the whole 'dont sexualize literal people ewwww.' i really really wish less teens were on the internet because of this kind of stuff. we are mass-producing mental illness and i am not kidding.

like imagine being 15, having a crush on someone in your class, going on the internet, and being bombarded with all sorts of people saying its wrong to experience sexual thoughts towards people in your peer group. its wrong for adults to have sexual thoughts about other adults. its even more wrong for you, a teen, to have sexual thoughts about your classmates.

you are 16 now and very lucky to be in therapy with a well off enough family. you confess to your therapist how evil you are for wanting to touch or look at that one girl in your class. she looks at you with confusion, like how your mother looks at you when you ask her why you have a computer and your friend doesn't. why is it fair. everyone's confused about you and you are confused too. you're evil, you must be, because you have dirty disgusting feelings. you deserve to be mocked online, says dogluvr15089. you're an evil monster, says @Official Priest of West California. you're a pervert and sexual predator, says fandom_m0m321. they have stupid names and no faces-- but if all of them are saying it then it must have some truth to it, right? your therapist is saying something but you don't hear her, you're in your head wondering if you should punish yourself, how you should punish yourself. when you're back in the room with her you ask her what's wrong with you. she writes you a diagnosis for ocd and anxiety. you take the drugs, like the good, righteous, pure teenager you want to be. they make you feel weirdly empty, and not very hungry, and kinda sleepy. they might give you dementia in your 50s but who cares. you deserve it for being gross. you look through the comments even on other people's stuff, the comments telling them the same thing you were told. you're still punishing yourself for natural feelings-- seeking out the same degrading bullying when you don't get enough of it. you don't tell your therapist you are doing this; because you know she would tell you to stop and you don't want to stop. it's a compulsion. you talked about those last Tuesday.

you're 17. you haven't asked anyone out. by some miracle, a girl who likes you takes the initiative. you stumble through the date awkwardly and anxiously, trying not to touch her, flinching away when your fingers brush over a cheap burger. she asks if you're okay, and then asks, "don't you like me?" She asks, "why do you look like you're scared of me or something?" You stay silent. But then when it happens again, she gets up to leave and the rejection causes the dam to break. You try not to cry, because that's Emotional Manipulation. You choose your words carefully, because you don't want to accidentally Gaslight her like the evil thing you are. You stumble through it but you tell her you're sorry, you tell her you've never had the chance to date. You tell her, shaking like a leaf, like a dumb idiot, that you really really like her and she's very pretty and you're scared to say Hot or Sexy so you don't. And you tell her you're scared. You're really scared she'll see you're a bad person and leave you for someone more pure and good. You try really hard to phrase it like a PR team would. She tells you that's ridiculous, laughing like sunshine and kisses and god, sex. But most of all you've never heard someone so flippantly tell you how ridiculous of a notion that is. She makes you feel brave. You tell her what people have been telling you, scared that you're Trauma Bonding her but pushing through. She, with more surprise, again tells you it's ridiculous. She's not laughing anymore, but you want to make her laugh. You ask with a voice too small for your age if its okay you think her laugh is really sexy. She smiles so brightly its blinding, and says she thinks you're sexy too. You hold hands when you leave together. You go on more dates later, and the two of you talk about your problems and your dreams. And she shows you how to yell at "internet dumbasses." And you still go to therapy except this time you think it's working, because this time you Get It. You get it's ridiculous, and you're happy enough to try to heal.

And you know what? You're one of the lucky few that got that chance. Many teens struggle with mental health problems due to the internet. Not all of them are caused by this purity bullshit. Some of it is body image-- accounts that encourage eating disorders and low self-esteem. Some of it is trends and feeling lonely and unlikeable. Social media doesn't just excaberate mental illness. Sometimes it really and truly produces it and this fact needs more awareness.

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[strangerthingsn]

My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type faults or anything else please mention!<3)

warning:kissing, make out, frustrated Eddie, drugs deal, drugs(mention), I think 18+, she/her reader, pregnancy, giving birth, sex(just mentioned), if I missed something please let me know!

Chapter one ~ the hellfire club

You put your shirt back on as you already had your pants and everything else on. Eddie kisses your cheek and puts his pants on. He only had his sweatpants on no shirt. He was so sexy.

“Did I not hurt you? Or the little girl?”he asks worried and kisses your clothed belly.

“no you didn’t and if you did I would tell you. Promise.” He smile and kisses his head. He was so careful when you had sex with him.

You and Eddie sit together on his bed, just chilling.Eddie places his hand on your belly,

“Jesus your rings are cold” you gasp.

“sorry princess, you want me to take ‘em off?” He looks at you with his soft brown eyes, you can’t say yes right now, he’s so handsome.

“it’s okay” you smile and kisses his cheek.

He has his hands on your stomach the whole night. Its so adorable. He’s scared he won’t be a good dad but he definitely will be a perfect one. His own dad is not hire for him and he never been, so he also don’t really has a exempel. You knew some things of having kids/a baby but long not everything, now you promised him you’ll figure out together when the young girl is born.

You two had dinner together and his uncle cooked because he what a day off. He was really happy when Eddie told him last week he’s gonna be a kind of grandpa. After dinner you watched a movie together in Eddie his bed.

But when it was 11PM you decided you should go home. He dropped you off and you put some clothes down for your last school day before spring break tomorrow. After that you fell in a deep sleep.

——

You scared awake from your alarm, you turn it off and sit up. Time for school…. You absolutely hated school, the only fun thing about it is seeing your boyfriend.

Eddie is your boyfriend for almost two years, you really love him! He gives you handmade things like necklaces and other cute stuff. He is super caring and nice. He can have some anger issues or be irritated sometimes but you can handle that.

You were pregnant since probably something was wrong with the condom.. you started smelling a lot more, and if it smelled gross you had to throw up… You had mood swings what Eddie noticed at first. You started feeling things in your stomach and you ate thing you normally didn’t like, so you decided to take a pregnancy test, and yep…you were gonna be parents soon..

You are pregnant about 37 weeks now. Your belly was not that big because you were pretty skinny yourself, but big enough that you cant hide it anymore. You told your parents a couple weeks ago, they didn’t really care, like always. You told Eddie immediately after you took the test. He was happy but also scared.

Now the birth is coming really close but you decided to finish school until break. But the baby girl was nice for you. She doesn’t kick that much. You already knew it’s gonna be a girl. You just needed a name. Eddie was really nervous about everything but you can understand that.

In your opinion eddie is the best boy in the world! Sadly not everyone thinks about him like that… Jason is a horrible person. You hate him for being so mean to him, he will just never leave him alone.

Because your Eddies girlfriend they don’t really like you also. The people in school give you weird looks in the hallways and talk behind your back, sometimes they make fun of you of your pregnancy but aslong you were happy with Eddie and the baby you were okay.

You get up and put the clothes on you picked out the day before; a wide shirt (actually Eddies shirt) and wide jeans. You put a ring on and the necklace Eddie made for you. You fix your hair a little bit but keep it down. You put some blush and mascara on and a little bit eyeliner because Eddie said he loves it when you wear it!

You go downstairs and run to the phone to call Eddie. You call a couple times before he picks up,

“Jesus Y/N, I was still sleeping.”he says with an irritated voice.

“Hey baby, good morning too!” You say sarcastic, while you lean against the wall.

“You ruined my beauty sleep princess”he says a little less frustrated.

“you don’t need a beauty sleep, you are already beautiful enough sleepyhead.” You giggle.

“hmm. Why are you calling actually?”you frons from his negative tone.

“because I wanted to hear your voice”

“you can hear it on school too”you know he’s rolling his eyes right now.

“Well I wasn’t sure because you skip a little much”you look at the clock, you have still 40 minutes.

“maybe you can skip with me.?” Suddenly he talks a lot more nice. You can only hear his voice right now but you imagine those puppy eyes..

“….fine, where you wanna meet?”you sigh.

“Hellfire room, I need to work a little on the champagne for tonight anyways” you hear him smiling.

“see you there darling!” “see you princess. Give the little girl a kiss from me!” He hangs the phone up.

Yep…he’s having a bad day. He sound grumpy so you know it’s gonna be a hard day for him.

You eat just a apple, you never really have good breakfast. You pack your bag in meanwhile, some books and some food. You listen also a little to the tv that was on in the living room. Home alone as usually. You parents work pretty much, you don’t mind to be alone. And you always can go to Eddie also.

——

After a while you arrive on school, there was definitely something going on in there cause everywhere you look were cheerleaders or something like basketball players. You also saw some people that were on Hawkins high a couple years ago, they were back to support the players you guessed . It was very busy, and there was loud music coming from somewhere. You don’t know anything about those basketball games. You just didn’t care about that shit.

You decide to walk inside. You put your bag in your locker and walk to the hellfire room. The halls where pretty silent, probably because everyone was busy with the basketball game or something. You look a little around if you could see Eddie or one of his friends maybe.

But no.

The last time you’ve seen Eddie was yesterday at his, when you guys had sex and did other stuff.

You just open the door and walk in. Someone grabs you by your hips. Its made you jump and you almost screamed, than you turn around.

“Gotcha” Eddie laughs because you got scared.

“not funny Eddie.” You look at him trying not to laugh. He smiles and cups your face in his hands.

“I think is pretty funny princess.” He leans in and kisses you, you started to kiss him back as he picks you up. And you wrap your legs around his waist. You stop kissing for a second,

“if you scared me harder the baby would have came out.”

He giggles and kisses you again. You guys had a whole make out session right there.

——-

After a while you pull away and you look at him. “You know what’s going on there?”you point at where the music is coming from.

“something with Jason his ball in laundry basket game Im guessing” he stugs his shoulders.

“Boring.” You giggle a little and gives him a pec on his lips. He notices the necklace and pulls it out of it shirt.

“You’re wearing it!” He smiles cause he always thinks his presents are not enough because he has not much money to buy the expensive ones.

“ofcourse i wearing it, it my favorite necklace.” You play with his hair. He grabs your hand to takes it out of his hair.

“not my hair.!” He looks serious.

“woah normally you like that.” You look at his hand holding yours. He puts you down, and walks to his throne and sits down.

“not now.”he sounds grumpy, again.

You roll your eyes, “Jesus Eddie what’s wrong with you today?” You lean against the wall. Your hormones can’t handle his additude.

“nothing.” He reads out of his dnd notebook.

“there needs to be a reason you so gru-“ he cuts you off.

“I can’t work like this.” He covers his eyes with his hands.

You decide not to get into a discussion so you just sit down on the floor against the wall. Rubbing your belly softly.

You are silent and you watch him struggling with his champagne. After you’ve been looking at him for maybe 30 minutes you decide to speak again. He has mood swings so maybe hes not irritated at the moment?

”Hellfire is tonight, right?” You are still looking at him.

“yeah.” He says and looks up at you.

“can I come watch you guys play?” You smile a little.

“mhm.”he looks back at his work.

You nod. “Cool. I can bring some cookies?” Just because baking is one of your favorite things to do.

“You don’t have to Its important to rest, you have to give birth soon..”

“I’m not tired and believe me I’m taking good care of her and myself.”Your eyes are scanning the room if you notice some kind of magazine on the table, you get up and walks over to there to pick it up.

“Since when do you get so bored you start reading this things?” You smile as you read the frond.

“I didn’t my uncle did, go to page 24”he says still working on the champagne. You want to help him but he has always his own perfect champagne in mind.

You open the magazine and go through the pages to page 24. You read the big letters: D and D The devil’s game. Well that was definitely a part of why he was so ruffed up today. You read the page. You don’t really play dnd but it’s definitely interesting with all those characters and the game itself is amazing. “Woah, people really think you gonna do suicide because of a game?” You eyes going over the paper again.

“apparently. People are stupid. DnD is just fun.” He looks finally up at you. You close the magazine and lay it back.

You smile at him and nod. Than look to his work,”can I help you with something?”

“Its almost done so not really”he looks down again. He’s doing so hard his best playing DnD and he takes literally everything really seriously. You think it’s cute, he’s 20 but still obsessed with a game.

“alright” you kiss his cheek and sits on the table making some homework you didn’t do yet.

——

As the third period starts you walk into the classroom after skipping two classes. You sit down and Eddie sits behind you in the back of the class as usual. You look behind you to him, you smile softly at him. And he gives a soft smile back, he’s so adorable. It’s a history class, you and Eddie have a project together where you worked a little bit on yesterday at his. Now the teacher is explaining some stuff. You giggle soft as you feel the little girl kicking in your belly.

You try to listen to the teacher also but you can’t really concentrate, because you see Chrissy communicate with Eddie. You try to ignore it. It’s not that you hate Chrissy because she’s with Jason his little group all the time. You even feel a little bad for her because it’s obvious she doesn’t even love Jason. But she’s just scared of him.

First couple weeks at Hawkins high you were pretty good friends with her. But after that she joined the cheer team you started not liking her…That’s wasn’t really something for you, being popular just doesn’t fit you.

After they stopped talking and Chrissy is concentrating on something else, You turn to Eddie and you look at him in a confused way. Chrissy never talks to him. He noticed and gave you just a little smile. Because of that you know it’s okay, so you turn back to listen to the teacher.

As the teacher tells to work a little on the project for the last couple minutes, you get up to set your chair next to Eddie. He Don’t want you to pick anything up that’s to heavy so he gets up and picks the chair up before you knew. He puts it down next to his and sit down again. You walk over to your chair. He wraps his arm around your hip.

“hello princess” he looks up at you. You smile and sit down.

“what was it about darling?” You talk silent so nobody could hear it except for Eddie

“She says she sees some stuff and she swears they aren’t really there”

“drugs deal?” You took a guess.

He nods.

“when?”

“after school, but don’t worry about it” he smiles and rubs his hand on your hip softly.

“Okay, okay” you smile back.

You open your book and start getting the information and write it down on the paper. Eddie doesn’t work really much. That’s obvious since he still didn’t graduate after ‘trying’ it three times. After you wrote down information down you turn it to Eddie.

“Do you understand this?” You show it to him.

“This is my third time learning this stuff I think I get it now…maybe.?”

You giggle a little, “I believe in you.”

Eddie takes the paper and reads it. He doesn’t read it because he wants to learn it and be a good student, but because he doesn’t wanna show no interest in anything you worked for. You do appreciate that.

“I think I need to read it again after you finished the whole page..” it’s obvious. He still doesn’t understand it.

“Okay” you laugh a little, and he shakes his head smiling.

You take it from him and explain some things.

“Can’t we not talk about something else?” The mumbles.

“Well, if you tell me about what?”

“How much fun we had last night and how good you taste”he smirks.

“Eddie serious…we are in class”you try to hide your smile.

“You’re just so pretty, and I just have to look at you and I’m already turned on” He is definitely teasing you right now.

“You are always such a tease when you are bored Eds” you giggle.

“can’t do anything about it school is so fucking annoying”he lays his head on your shoulder.

“if you just graduate for once”

“You hear what you’re saying? ‘Just’ graduate?”he rubs his eyes.

“I’ll help you this year. You gonna graduate. I will take care of that.”you look down at him.

“Yeah. 86. My year.” There slowly appears a little smile on his mouth. Then the bell rings. You put your stuff in your bag and picks your bag up. Eddie already walked out but is waiting for you in the hallway. You walks over to him.

“Let me use the bathroom” you say while standing infrond of him.

“you having your period? You need something?”he is always so caring.

“No…seriously..I’m pregnant! I don’t have periods” You laugh.”I just have to touch up my makeup and girly stuff.”

“Oh that’s right,” he lets a chuckle out, ”see you at the table” he kisses your cheek and walks away.

You smile and make your way to the bathroom, Almost bumping into Max. You know her from Mike and Dustin.

“oh sorry, my fault.”You look at her with a friendly smile.

“N-no…I mean, it’s not ur fault.. its ok.” She doesn’t smile,that poor kid is traumatized after her brother died at the mall. Like that she walks off and you continue walking to the bathroom.

You open the door as you hear someone opening a toilet and walking out. Its Chrissy. But…she looks terrified. Like she seen something like…a monster..

“A-are you okay.?” You ask her carefully.

She doesn’t respond and walks out quickly. You look confused around you. There was nothing to see. Just some flickering lights. You open all the toilets to look inside. Still nothing. As the lights are fully on again you walk to the mirror, you get your blush out of your bag and puts some on. You also put some new mascara on and you fix your eyeliner. For the finishing touch you put some red lipglosses on.

After you put some body mist on, you look around you for the last time to make sure there is nothing there.

Still nothing, so you walk out.

You walk to the cafeteria. You see some people glaring at Eddie and Jason is table was pretty busy. Could mean one thing. Eddie did something stupid in there. You see him eat, in a frustrated way. It made you giggle as you walk over to the table.

“Hey y/n” Gareth gives you a big smile. Eddie his friends did really like you.

“Hey all” you scan the table as you notice you miss some people, “where are Mike and Dustin?” You sit down on their place.

“they are looking for a sub for tonight at hellfire” Gareth awnsers.

“Eddie isn’t y/n a perfect sub?” Jeff looks at Eddie.

“I don’t even know how to play and-“ Eddie cuts you off.

“Isn’t even a bad idea, first we look what sub Dustin and Mike found tonight. Then I guess we’ll see… would you agree to it baby?” He says while giving the plate with food he already got for you. You take it.

“if you wanna explain to me how it works?”you eat some of your food.

“Yeah sure” he smiles a little.

“can you believe they wanted to postpone the cult of Vecna?!” Gareth says frustrated.

You have no idea where they talking about. Who even is Vecna? You heard the name last time much. Is he one of their characters? Is be good? Is he bad? but you know anyways postpone is not anything Eddie likes.

“I thought Vecna died last time?” You questioned because you mostly watch them playing a champagne.

“he did actually yeah.” Gareth tells you.

“maybe he still lives secretly”Jeff gasps.

And they start discussions why he could be alive, or not. You giggle at their exited faces. You still were thinking about Chrissy, zoning out while thinking;

What did she see?

What made her scared?

Why was she even scared?

Is there something going on you don’t know about?

Is there danger?

There you say silently on the table while the rest was still talking about their DnD things tonight.

“Babe?” Eddie noticed you, but you didn’t hear him.

“Princess?”

“Y/N!” He takes your hand on the table. You turned your head to him finally noticing him.

“yeah?”

“Something wrong?” He questioned.

“No, just thinking. That’s all” giving him a soft smile.

“about what?”

you swallow thinking to tell him about it. You would if you was alone with him, but not with everyone hire on the table.

“doesn’t matter, it’s not important” you just say that. It’s not lying right? Cause it’s probably not even important, right?

“Okay. Just tell me when you need me.” You nod with a little smile. Than the bell rings. You still have a couple classes before the spring break starts! You make your way to class.

——

The bell rings on your last class. Finally free. You get your bag and you walk out off the classroom with Eddie. “See you tonight at hellfire?” He takes your hand while walking through the hallway.

“Yes ofcourse, you can’t get rid of me so fast” you giggle.

“oh trust me I know, I know”he chuckles when he gets some stuff out of his locker. You open your too and gets your leather jacket out and a couple books. Your locker was next to Eddies that’s why you are together now.

You saw him a couple times by his locker and you started crushing immediately. He was so goofy with his long hair, but also so gorgeous and cute. He noticed you smiling at him a couple times in the halls, and when you heard you were in the same class together you took your change to sit next to him once. Because no one else ever did. You thought that was kinda sad so you decided to sit next to him.

He talked after like starring at you for 20 minutes with big eyes. The thing he said was; You coming for weed?. It made you giggle, and that was when you stared talking and hanging out. You were so in love and so was he! So he asked to you be his princess on Valentine’s Day! With a selfmade ring and wildflowers. It was so sweet.

“I need to go! I’m a little late for the deal..”

“Alright, see you tonight!”you smile

He kisses you “bye sweetheart”, and your belly quickly, ”bye baby girl” and he runs out.

You had to work a couple hours before you could go to hellfire. just to make sure you’ll have enough money to buy the baby whatever she needs. So you get in your car and drive to your work.

You had cheri cheri lady on your radio from talking heads. You listen to that kind of music mostly but you didn’t mind Eddie his metal and rock things. You liked it! It’s impressive how they make it and work together with all the instruments. You have sometimes some Metallica on, or guns n roses.

When you arrive at Hawkins coffee shop you park your car and get out. You walk in and change into your work clothes. You liked working there and you had enough money to life from. And it was not to much for being pregnant. Eddie comes often for a free coffee in the morning.

——

You’re late. As you forgot the time while working. You hurry out of your car into your house and rushed to the kitchen.

“careful. You’re pregnant..!!” Your mom says watching you rush.

“I’ll be careful! I need to bake cookies in 40 minutes. I gotta be quick!” And you also need to put other clothes on. You start making the dough, as your mom walks into the kitchen.

“hellfire?” She asks you.

“yeah” you giggle.

“how’s Eddie?”

“so far I know good, little frustrated but we have vacation now”you smile while adding the chocolate chips.

“yeah vacation and still have to hurry” she laughs a bit.

“Eddie doesn’t like when I’m late, because I have to interrup the champagne “ you giggle a little.

“you gonna stay the night at his?”

“no I don’t think so…he pretty irritated today” you let out a small laugh.

Your mom and you talked a little more. You liked talking with your mom. She is very young herself so she understands you better than your dad does. She was 17 when she got you. A surprise for her, but that’s okay, it’s a little like your story. She likes Eddie too, aslong you’re happy with him. But she works much and so did your dad. So they have not much time for you..

You put the cookies in the oven and you rush upstairs and slam the door of your room open. You make your way to you closet and look in it. Eddie has a part of your closet with some of his clothes for when he stays to night. A couple band shirts, jeans and boxers. As you think for a second you decide to wear one of his band shirts. You get a black one with a print with some kind of metal monster with red eyes and horns, with the text DIO. You knew it a little, he listens much to it.

You put it on.

That and just the jeans you were wearing already, with a black belt made your outfit. You touch up your makeup a little and your hair.

As you finish you hear the bleeps of the oven downstairs. You hurry downstairs again and put the cookies in a bowl. They were so hot, you definitely burned your hands. You leave the house then sprints to the car and start driving to school again.

You’re so tired now of just hurrying a bit.

It doesn’t take so long to get to school. It’s dark, probably because it’s 8PM. And it’s really silent on the way so you can drive a little harder. But how closer to school you came how busier it became.

You look at all the cars being parked and the noices inside the school like this morning. Probably a game. You hum with the song on the radio while parking and you pick the cookies up. You see Dustin and Mike outside with a girl. With an American flag? That must be the sub? Right?

You get out the car and walk into the building making your way to the room. You open the door, but stoped walking hearing Eddie his voice,

“Absolutely not.” He is sitting on his throne like he’s a god.

“We asked for a sub, we delivered.” Dustin says.

“This is hellfire club not babysitting club.” You watch them while leaning against the door frame.

“Im eleven you long haired freak” you hear the girl speaking and you looked over at her. He’s definitely got a additude.

“my, my, the child speaks” Eddie says before getting up off his throne. They all chuckle a little. You’re not sure why. Eddie probably didn’t even notice you were standing there in the dark doorframe.

Eddie walks closer to her, “so, what’s your name child?”

“Erica Sinclair” she says again with her tone, it made you giggle silently. Eddie was also chuckling not sure if you did that for the same reason but that’s okay..

“so this is Sinclairs infamous sister.” He says while looking you the others with a big grin on his face. You felt kinda bad for that kid, but she was absolutely not scared of a single one of them.

“He’s sharp” She looks behind her to Dustin and Mike. The others are just laughing a bit until Eddie cuts them off. He was a little irritated but he was that already since this morning and they also asked to postpone so that was also definitely a part of it, and now he has a kid infrond of him.

“What’s your class and level? Level one dwarf?”he looks down at her and he chuckles a little. That made them all laugh, you just stood there watching..

“Eddie…-“ you try to interrupt him but he didn’t hear you. They all didn’t.

The room was filled with laughs and chuckles except for you, Dustin, Mike and Erica.

“My name is Lady Applejack. And I'm a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14. And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna do this, or we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy's book club?”

That definitely made you jaw drop. Probably by everyone, it was really silent for a while. All the people look pretty impressed that words just came out of that little girl. Except Eddie, he’s just smirking as he shakes Erica her hand.

“Welcome to hellfire.”he says.

Everyone started talking a bit again.

“Well now the decision is made….” You put the plate with cookies on the table. “…..hey” you smile.

“Jesus baby for how long have you been standing there?” Eddie hugs you from behind.

“since Erica even walked in”you look at her and smile.

“How is the baby?” Gareth asks.

“it starts to feel heavier…I probably did way to much today” you sign. Eddie puts his hand under you big belly and lifts the weight a little up. Since he knows you’re pregnant he even readed books about it. Just to make sure he’s gonna be a good dad and a good boyfriend for you.

And taking the weight he also readed somewhere probably. But you can’t lie, it feels good to not hold that heavy weight for a minute. He turns you around so you’re facing him and he gives you a pec and your belly a little kiss.

“How are my ladies?” he smiles and sits on his throne, pulling you on his lap.

“One of them is really tired and done of them really wants to get out..”you giggle a little.

“I hope the little one want to get out and not you?” He chuckles.

“No I like it hire” you kiss his cheek.

“I think I know a name” Eddie smiles.

“Aslong it’s not a rockstar name..”

“…Well-..” he looks down with a smile.

“See? I know you to good” You laugh, “but tell me”

“Well I was thinking maybe Alice, from Alice Cooper, ya know him?”he looks up again.

“I know him. from the song posion right?”

“Yeah that’s the right one!” He smiles.

You’re not sure if you want a rockstar name…. Maybe your kid not gonna like that music? But she probably is since her dad does.

“Lets start Eddie”Dustin says.

“right, okay sit down everyone. I made this champagne this morning and I think it’s a pretty good one.”he smiles proud as everyone sit down.

Eddie starts the story, he has one hand to help him were he is with reading and one is holding your hand.You take a cookie followed by others that also took a cookie.

———

You listen to Eddie and watch them play until you started not feeling so well. You had already your head leaning on Eddie his shoulder. While the baby is kicking extremely hard.. Eddie goes with his fingers through your hair.

“Umh..- y/n? You don’t have to stay for us and I’m sure Eddie don’t mind you going home either. You really look tired and sick..”Gareth looks worried and Eddie looks down at you.

“you wanna go home baby?” Eddie asks you.

You nod. “I’ll drive home”

“you can drive you think?”Eddie helps you up.

“Yeah I can babe” you give him a big hug and a kiss.

“Tell me if some thing is wrong, alrighty?” Eddie kisses your nose.

“Ew gross” Erica is looking away from you two.

“I will” you kiss his cheek and waves while walking out of the room.

——-

You park your car home and you go upstairs to your room. You take of your jeans and shirt, and lay in bed holding your belly. Still feeling the baby kicking a lot. “Jesus” you whisper. You never felt her so much and it also never hurted, well now it did…

You started falling asleep through the pain you had.

———

“Y/N?” Your mom stood infrond of your door.

You woke up again and look at the clock saying 12:34. Well you just slept for a little three hours

“yeah?” You rub your eyes and sit up. You look down seeing your bed being full of some kind of water.

“HOLY-“ You started panicking as you realized your water had broke.

“Uh-..are you okay?” She opens the door. She saw the wet stain on your blanket.

“Well- you water broke…” she runs downstairs to get her car keys.

“NO SHIT!” You got up as fast as you can, and put on a sweater and sweatpants.

“MOM. CALL EDDIE PLEASE.” You shouted downstairs.

“IM TRYING!!”

You walk downstairs as careful as you can. It doesn’t hurt but it just feels kinda gross..

“Does he pick up?” You look at your mom tying to call Eddie.

“this is the fifth time.. maybe he’s still doing dnd?”

“no he isn’t it mostly finishes between 9 or 11…”

“Well then I don’t know. But I know I have work in a hour so we have to rush a little.” She starts already walking to the car. You follow her looking back at the phone with a sing.

30 minutes later you lay on your bed in the hospital not feeling to her out push yet. You look out of the window. “Eddie please…” you whisper to yourself.

the Doctor walks in again, “your mom went to her work…you want me to call anyone? Like maybe the dad of the child.?”.

“please. We tried to call him but he doesn’t pick up..” you look at her with a worried face.

“It’s gonna be okay, we already saw at the scans that she’s healthy. You just have to push and keep breathing.” It made you giggle a little.

“let me try to get him for you” she smiles and walks out. ——-

Then you suddenly really feel the need to push. You immediately push the red button they gave you if you needed help. Before you know there are three doctors around you. You started to push.

this all doesn’t feel real. It hurted. You saw everything glassy and you were dizzy. You looked around you for any sighs of Eddie. But no. Did he leave you.? Was everything a lie and didn’t he love you after all.? Your mind was full of thoughts. In meanwhile you were still trying to push the baby out. You don’t know how long it took. Maybe 10 minutes 40 minutes or it maybe took hours.

But finally. There she was.

you heard a little baby crying from between your legs. Because Eddie is not hire to do it the doctor cut the umbilical cord.

“And hire she is” the doctor gives you the little crying girl. You take her and hold her in your arms sitting up a little.

“hey sweetheart” you whisper as you give her a little kiss on her nose. You take a closer look at her. She had your nose and shape of her face. But definitely Eddie his dark curls. You can’t wait for her to open her eyes.

She enjoys your hands going softly through her hair. Because of that she falls asleep after she stopped crying.

“what is she doing?” You ask the doctor.

“just napping” she smiles at you.

“okay, how long will it take before she’ll open her eyes?” You look back at the little girl.

“mostly about 20 minutes.”

“And when will she drink?”

“They do that around 50 minutes after the birth.” She smiles while also looking at the little girl.

“Thank you” you smile as she walks off.

You were just thinking for a name. You try to remind what Eddie said. Then you suddenly remember it again. Alice! From Alice Cooper. You actually liked that name.

“Welcom Alice” you whisper going with your fingers carefully over her stomach.

The other doctor walks in again with a little mini blanket for Alice.

“oh shit that’s true I forgot to bring clothes or diapers…”

“that’s okay we have a little white outfit for her and we do have diapers also” she smiles friendly, “belive me you’re not the only one who forgets it”.

“thank you” you wrap the little blanket around Alice.

“can you maybe try to call my boyfriend again around four? He lives with his uncle and he gets home from work around four”

“Yeah sure we’ll try as many times you want, let me get-…what’s her name?”

“I decided to call her Alice”

“Beautiful. Well let me get Alice her clothes!” She says walking to another room.

You look down at Alice again. It feels like other best moments off your life. She has already pretty long curls. You wished Eddie was hire to see her. To meet his daughter. And help his girlfriend… but he isn’t hire. You gotta accept that…

“there you go” he doctor says while putting the clothes down, “you wanna stay the night hire?”.

You were pretty tired and it’s already 3:40 AM so maybe it was a good idea to get some rest hire in the hospital. So they can also help you a bit.

“yes please” You nod and lay Alice between your legs sitting up.

“alright! I’ll give you some time alone with her” she smiles friendly before walking off. You smile back at her and put Alice her newborn diaper on. That woke her up, you look at her.

“hey miss Munson” you smile at her. You gasp as she opens her eyes. She had those sweet big brown puppy eyes from her dad.

“Awh you’re so adorable” you smile and kisses her cheek, “let’s get you dressed before you’ll get a cold” you put on her white outfit the doctor gave you. And you pick her up laying her on your lap. You just chill on bed with her a little until she starts crying later , that’s probably because she’s hungry you thought. So you take everything off so you could breast feed her. “there you go” you move her closer so she can drink. First it feels kinda weird but you get used to it.

“Must have been very thirsty huh?” You giggle and massages her back really carefully.

“I can’t wait to show you to your dad.”

to be continued…

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #pregnant #dad!eddie x mom!reader

[atlasscrumpit]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Don't Be So Blind

(dealing with sexism and SA) 

You came back from a press meeting and sat on the couch, placing your head on your hands.

"Doll, it's okay. These things don't always go to plan. I get hate all the time." He said as you groaned and looked at him.

"You get hate because you killed people, I get hate because I was born with a fucking vagina. I am so sick of this." You grumbled as Bucky sat beside you.

"You don't get it... I know you would always do your best to understand it, but you can't understand what I have to go through. With Nat it's different you know? Well for starters she doesn't have a period cause she has no uterus but she's pretty and sexy so no one bothers her. But, me... I'm not like that so people always have something to say about it." You muttered as Bucky gently rubbed your back.

"I think I get four days a month where I'm okay, and that is it. It's always ovulation, or periods or bloating, pain, bleeding, moods, hormones... There is so much I have to fucking deal with. Yet, I still do all the same training and missions as all of you guys. Everything is so much fucking harder for women, and what do we get? Hate and sexism. Sometimes I don't blame Wanda for going evil." You muttered as Bucky looked at you in shock.

"Y/N, don't say stuff like that." He said as you chuckled dryly.

"Can you fucking blame her? You killed so many people! And you got let off with a fucking slap on the wrist. Wanda controlled a few people and they wanted to burn her at the fucking stake!" You shouted as you stood up and began to pace.

"Buck, I get it, okay? You've been through hell, with Hydra and everything. You were hated because of something you did, but I am hated because I was born. I just need to fucking get this out because I am so sick of it!" You shouted, grabbing a vase and throwing it a wall.

"The constant comments from people, fucking kills me." You grumbled, sitting back down.

"You just need to not listen to it." He said as you laughed and shook your head.

"Buck, I've been fucking try to not listen since I was three years old. The first time someone fucking sexualised me." You replied, harshly.

"I get that it's hard, Y/N. But, it's hard for all of us. I mean, Peggy rose through the ranks and she never had episodes like this." He said as you slowly turned to face him.

"Because she would've been fucking fired, or killed, or fucking raped if she spoke up. Sometimes I forget when you were fucking born." You growl standing up before Bucky grabbed your wrist.

"You know I've been sexually abused too? It's not just women." He said before you slapped him hard across the face.

"Shut the fuck up! Oh my god, Bucky. I fucking know okay? And I am here for you one hundred percent, but the only time you bring up your assault is to fucking silence me! The only time you bring it up is when I talk about sexism. I'm sick of it, just leave me alone before I fucking stab you." You growled storming away and getting in the elevator.

Steve entered and looked at Bucky.

"I heard some of that..." Steve muttered as Bucky kicked the coffee table in anger.

"She's fucking infuriating!" Bucky said before he sat down.

Steve sighed and sat across from him.

"Bucky, Y/N sat down, upset and tried to explain how she felt and you basically invalidated her and told her she shouldn't be upset. How is that supposed to be good for her?" Steve asked as Bucky looked at him, still seething.

"Women were never like this, back in the day. They were fine, happy even." Bucky said making Steve groan and rub his head.

"Bucky... You need to take off the rose coloured glasses. The time we lived in was horrible. I saw first hand what Peggy went through. The countless abuses and assaults. I saw what my mother went through. Buck, they didn't have a choice and if they dared speak up their entire life was ruined. When Y/N talks about this stuff she isn't blaming you for being a man, she is asking for understanding and maybe some protection." Steve explained as Bucky sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Have I really been that blind?" Bucky muttered as Steve chuckled softly.

"Yeah, Buck. You've been very blind to all of this. We all get paid from Shield to keep up this superhero work, Y/N and Natasha were getting a lot less then all of us. And they still do from shield, but Tony uses his own money to close that gap. Did you know Natasha tried to make super hero suits specifically designed for women's bodies and shield said no? Do you even see what happens at these press meetings? Did you see the man grope Y/N? Did you hear the man who called her a slut?" He asked as Bucky looked at him in confusion.

"What...? Did that happen?" He asked making Steve sigh and shake his head.

"Yes, Bucky it happens all the time. The public barely accepts Sam as a superhero because he isn't white. There is a lot of work to do and you need to help." Steve said as Bucky nodded a little.

"Fucking hell... I've been such a dumbass." He grumbled before he got up to chase after you.

He found you up on the roof crying, you turned around and shook your head.

"Just fucking leave me alone." You muttered through your tears as Bucky gently hugged you.

"Fuck, I am so sorry Y/N. Steve spoke to me and I saw it from another perspective. I haven't even noticed the stuff you go through, I'm such an idiot." He whispered as you slowly cuddled into him.

"I've been really fucking blind, doll. And I am so sorry. I'm kind of glad I was blind at the meeting today otherwise I would've killed every man in there." He joked as you laughed softly.

"I want to learn about all of this. I'll do my best to understand it all, okay?" He said as you nodded a little.

"I just want you on my side." You whispered in response as he kissed your forehead.

"I'll always be on your side, I just need to do a better job."

#Mcu #Marvel #Avengers #Sexism #Feminism #Bucky Barnes #Bucky x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers is a feminist

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

First of all I need to say I love love love love loveeeeee your writing 🫶 tbh, you inspire me to get back into writing myself !! If you still were accepting requests, I was wondering if you could maybe do smth for Bill and a female reader who’s really short and insecure about her height and gets feels really low and depressed due to it? Maybe she is sick of some of the comments/jokes being made by some fans (and maybe even Tom at first ?? LOL) when she is seen together with Bill? And he could like comfort her or smth maybe he finds her sexy?? Maybe even smut with a SIZE KINK OH EM GEEEE 🥵 tyty so much 🖤

- okay so at first when you met him, the first thing he noticed was how short you were, but not in a bad way, he actually found that really cute

- you had always been insecure of your height, because people in school always made fun of you for it

- you actually had a time in your life where you were scared to go out because people would make fun of you

- it was really tough, especially because all of your friends were so tall compared to you

- you didn’t understand why they would pick on you though, it made no sense

- why make fun of something that you can’t decide? it was stupid

- but again, there are many stupid people in the world

- so when bill actually started appreciating it, you were in shock

- you thought he didn’t want to be with someone short, you thought he would’ve liked a model - tall girl type of thing

- BUT GOD WERE YOU WRONG

- he loved picking you up, it was so easy for him

- when you guys took pictures together, he would always playfully put his arm on your head and you would pose with annoyed look on your face

- for sometime, you actually were confident in yourself since bill made you feel that way

- but it all crumbled down when paparazzi started taking pictures of you two together when you went public

- bill loved how he was so tall in those pictures where you walked together

- and god how he loved the way his hand was much bigger than yours

- he could easily lift you with just one hand

- but then again, not everybody thought of it that way

- you knew that going public would’ve brought love and hate and you were right

- many jealous fans started making fun of you, calling you a dwarf or saying that bill looked like your father because of how small you were (which made you disgusted)

- so for awhile, you cried yourself to sleep when you were alone while you pretended to be happy with him

- he didn’t pay much attention to the media since he was used to it but for you it was such a new thing

- infact at first he just told you to ignore it

- but one night, while you were on tour with him, he heard you sniffling while you were under the covers

- he approached you slowly, thinking you maybe had a cold

- but when you turned around after a few times of refusing to do it, his heart broke completely

- “oh, meine liebe…” he would whisper as he hugged you tightly, laying beside you

- he would get so angry

- you guys would talk about it and he promised he would make sure to tell his fans to stop this bullshit

- he would never fail to remind you how beautiful you are

“Y/N, i love everything about you and you know that, your eyes, your smile, your hair, your body, everything! there is nothing i don’t worship on you. i won’t let people ruin your mental health and confidence.”

- he knew how it felt being bullied since he experienced it sadly

- he couldn’t understand how people could be so evil, especially to you

- no one could touch you or make you feel hurt in any way

- he also had to deal with his dumb twin, tom

- even if he did it out of love, tom would make fun of you too sometimes

- you would fake a laugh, especially during the times where you were the most insecure

- bill would notice and tell him to stop before talking to him in private about the situation

- after that tom would apologise wholeheartedly

- you were like a sister to him now and he didn’t want to make you feel bad, it was just his way of playing and showing love

- you would be embarrassed at first because your insecurity was something that only bill knew about besides your parents

- but you accepted his apologies immediately

- BUT…..there are not just bad things about this

- remember when i said bill loved how his hand was bigger than yours?

- well, it didn’t stop there

- he loved how his whole body was bigger than yours

- especially in bed

- he loved being on top of you, watching your small figure underneath him, struggling to take all of him

- he loved watching his hand wrap around your neck

- or how he could easily change your positions and fil you over like you were just a feather

- he would be really careful though, he didn’t want to hurt you

- and honestly, during those times, you loved being this short and small

- like it would actually make you so wet jlsnwj

- the feeling of being overpowered by him, being so submissive to him and hearing him praise you for being such a good girl for taking him so well was something out of this world

- even when sometimes you wanted to act like the dominant one, he would always made sure to remind you that you couldn’t top him

- he would look down at you with a smirk as you tried to make him obey to you

- “what? you wanna be so tough but can’t even look at me in the eyes?” he would tell you when you tried to say something smart at him but quickly looked away when he would lean down, with his arms folded against his chest

- so yeah basically, not everything was bad

- you knew that he loved you for being you, flaws and everything (even if for him it wasn’t a flaw)

- and you loved him for being so gentle and patient with you during the hard times

- honestly, such a sweet and healthy couple <3

a/n: hope you like this <3 love u so much thank u for the sweet words, hope you get back to writing! <3

#tokio hotel #tokiohotel #writing #fandom #fanfic #masterlist #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x female reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x y/n #tokio hotel bill kaulitz

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Okay, I actually do get why people have the tendency to make Dracula a tragic Romantic figure, and I don't even think it's bad it's just... doing something different with the text than I want to do. Dracula's a very xenophobic novel, right? Gothic Horror 101 asks you to consider which societal fear is the monster representing and Dracula's the evil sexy foreigner who's coming to corrupt your women and make you gay. That there's takes out there like Coppola's Dracula where he is meant to be looked on with pity, and you are meant to look on our heroes with a degree of scorn and disdain... it's an effective and interesting way to comment on the xenophobia of the novel. I just don't like it because I have read the source material and I just love the heroes so much and he is such a fucking abusive monster that I don't have interest in rewriting him to be less evil. But rewriting a character to comment on an aspect of the original story you want to call attention to isn't bad at all, and you're probably doing it somewhere if you're writing for a fandom.

#dracula daily #dracula

[goodday-goodmorn]

Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.

The concept in question

Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.

————————

Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…

Vegas: City!

God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.

Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.

Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.

You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.

Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.

Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.

Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!

You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.

“Is everything all… right?”

You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-

“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.

“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”

“Hey-“

Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.

“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”

You sniffle.

“R-really?”

He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.

“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”

You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”

“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”

He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…

“…maybe i’m and M and M.”

You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.

He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.

“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”

He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-

“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”

He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.

“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.

(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)

“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”

He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.

“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”

You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”

“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”

“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”

“Right, course. Silly me.”

You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-

“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.

“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”

Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.

He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.

He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.

“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”

“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”

…Self control John. Self control.

“Will you marry me please?”

You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!

Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.

…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?

#fanfic #fiction #reader insert #john price #price x reader #cod fanfic #john price x reader #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #once more #Mahairi drables is like my favorite tag to look at #Also cause it’s likely they will see this- #Erm hello! #Again! #Cod #drabble #Should i continue this? #Unsure