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artemisthewh0re · 6 months

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hello

Can you write one where the reader have money probleme that she hide form Eddie and she have a job to afford her basic need but she still struggled and when Eddie birthday come she do more hour to afford to buy him he gift and she even skip meal to not loose any money and Eddie end up finding this and they have a big argument during his birthday because of that and stop talking for week but he end up coming back and they have a happy ending

For You

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: TW disordered eating (sorta)

A/n: I always look forward to your requests because they challenge my writing and creativity

Fifteen Days Before Eddie's Birthday

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Fifteen days until Eddie's birthday, thirteen days until your next paycheck, bills are due in sixteen days and you only have $125 in your bank account. Exhaustion pulls at your eyelids as you try to do the math in your budget journal.

"Groceries are almost $60, gas is $40," you whisper to yourself. You let out a sigh. You'll have $25 left over after just two things and still need a present for Eddie and pay bills afterwards. You scribble across your journal "fuck" over and over again, trying to think of how you'll get the money.

You could just ask your boyfriend for some help with groceries or bills. You could skip a gift all together and just take him on a cheap date. But you don't want him to worry about you, these are your problems not his. It's embarrassing to see how bad your finances have gotten.

"I need more hours," you say to yourself.

Twelve Days Before Eddie's Birthday

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Your feet ache painfully as the twelfth hour of your double starts to sink in. The memory foam on your flats has worn off from the constant working, walking, standing. You push through it, taking yet another table in your section. A smile attempts to plaster itself into your face as you do your generic server greeting, but you end up coming off delirious. It doesn't help that your stomach growls loudly every time you hand a customer their food.

Nine Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Dinner was a mix of different customers' orders that had been sent back to the kitchen. As usual they were perfectly fine, just not perfect for the customer. Despite looking like a rat sneaking food in the kitchen, you felt better having something in your stomach after several days of not eating. You'd made $400 in tips so far and you weren't going to waste any of it. You had stopped driving to save on gas money and hadn't shopped for groceries in over a week.

Four Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Eighty hours. That's how much you have worked so far. Your apartment was a distant memory at this point. You'd stay at the dinner you work at to nap between shifts. Almost every coworker you have has given you one of their shifts out of pity. It was worth it in your mind. $800 in tips and your paycheck in two days was guaranteed to help with your boyfriend's gift and rent. With any luck you might have enough money to buy enough groceries to last a couple weeks.

Two Days Before Eddie's Birthday

Wind rushes past your face as you walk as fast as you can to cash your paycheck. Ninety hours of work translated to a $220 paycheck on top of all your tip money. It was just enough for you to get the perfect gift for Eddie and still afford rent. You slam the check in front of the bank teller a little too excitedly. She gives you a nasty look for startling her, but none of that matters to you. After the bank you head straight to your real destination, the record shop.

It's filled with every kind of music you can think of but you only came for one thing. Near the back of the shop was an aisle of classic rock and metal records from the 60s and 70s. Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, and Kiss were some of Eddie's favorite bands and you had found a gold mine of vinyls he doesn't already own. You made a list of albums Eddie had talked about getting and peruse the aisle, picking up anything on your checklist.

The cost of Eddie's gifts was just over $300 not including the gift wrap and birthday decorations you bought for his party. You went slightly over your budget, but there's still enough for your rent. You might have to live off of customers' sent back orders again but that thought is at the back of your mind at the moment. All you can think about is your beautiful boyfriend's face when he sees his gifts.

Eddie's Birthday

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Party streamers, balloons, and a big Happy Birthday banner decorate your tiny apartment. A Walmart sheet cake sits on your coffee table with two candles, marking your boyfriend's 20th birthday. All of Eddie's D&D group huddle around eating pizza brought by Mike and sipping coke, possibly spiked with rum, brought by Eddie.

"Thank you guys for coming to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday! A special thank you to Mike and Eddie for providing extra food and drinks since I forgot to get them. Everyone put your gifts in a neat pile next to the couch," you announce.

Eddie sits on the couch gleefully as he's presented with presents. His lopsided birthday crown lays gently on his messy brown curls and his smile is from ear to ear.

"Let's see what you cheap asses got me. Which one should I open first?" Eddie teases. He pulls you into his lap and inspects the different boxes and gift bags.

"Oh, do me first," Dustin raises his hand with a smile before Eddie finishes his sentence.

Dustin's gift is a set of metal Ral Partha DnD figurines. All of them have intricate details and look amazing, even to a non DnD player like yourself.

"Thanks Henderson, we'll use these for our next campaign," Eddie says, turning them around in his hand.

The next few gifts follow a similar theme minus a random deck of cards and a new rolling tray, which your boyfriend was very grateful for. Finally Eddie gets to your gift.

"Saved the best for last," Eddie says, giving you a little pinch on the butt. You quickly swat away his hand with a giggle.

Your boyfriend removes the tissue paper from your bag at a dramatically slow pace. He pulls out the first record, Black Sabbath's Technical Ecstasy vinyl from 1976. His chocolate eyes widen with kid-like joy as he inspects it. He gently places it on the coffee table next to the cake and brings out another vinyl, Judas Priest's British Steel album.

"Babe," he whispers as he quickly rifles through the bag, "these are amazing! How did you know I wanted these? It must have cost a fortune for you to get all of these."

"You talk about them literally all the time, baby. I just made a list of the ones you talked about the most and made sure you didn't have them yet," you reply. Eddie smothers you with cheek and forehead kisses, not caring about anyone else in the room.

"All of your gifts suck compared to her's," Eddie jokes.

The rest of the party was spent eating cake and talking about future plans. By the end of the night your apartment was a mess of wrapping paper and deflated balloons. After everyone files out for the night, Eddie stays back to help you clean up.

"Sorry about the mess babe, I forgot how gross these guys are," Eddie apologizes while picking up scraps of paper.

"It's fine, I'm just glad everyone had fun."

You stack the leftover pizza into your fridge along with a final slice of birthday cake. The inside of the refrigerator looks depressing and barren with just those two items in there.

"Damn, you need groceries," Eddie comes up behind you. You reflexively shut the fridge door.

"No, I'm good for the next few days. I'll just live off the leftovers till they're gone."

"Let's just pick up a few things while the store is still open. You'll have to get them eventually," Eddie lightly flicks your forehead.

You walk out of the kitchen and sit on the couch, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I can't!" Your voice cracks a little at your sudden outburst.

"Why not?" Eddie moves to the seat next to you. He wraps a gentle arm around your shoulders.

"I have to pay rent tomorrow and I won't have enough left for groceries. I'm fine though I've got leftover pizza and whatever gets sent back to the kitchen at work!" All the words just spew out for your mouth before you can stop yourself.

"Don't tell me you spent most of your money on my birthday gift," Eddie scoffs. The look in your eyes is the only answer he needs. "Honey, why do you do this? You did this last Christmas and every holiday before that!"

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to get you something nice Eddie," your voice cracks as you speak.

"You could get me a flower off the sidewalk and I'd be happy. I don't need $300 worth of records or a new guitar! And I don't need a girlfriend who can't even be a functional adult and watch her spending."

Eddie jumps from the couch, gathering all of his things except the records.

"Return them," is all he says before he walks out of your apartment.

The deafening silence is broken by your gentle sobs as you sink deeper into your couch. You did all of this for him, but he was right. You're twenty-years-old and can barely keep enough money for food after buying an obnoxious amount of unnecessary things. You overworked yourself just to go broke again.

You look over at the solitary bag of records sitting in the middle of the room. I know what I have to do.

One Week After Eddie's Birthday

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The records are gone, your rent has been paid, and your fridge is filled with groceries. Even with everything full and paid off, you still felt empty without Eddie. You haven't tried to call him since the argument, but you thought about him every day. Still, you continue to focus on yourself and work and save.

Your mind is distracted from the topic of your ex by a busy mid-shift. Customers just spill into seats faster than you can say ‘Hello’. The hostess seats another person in your section when you turn your back. You give her a look of frustration, knowing it's not her fault, but she mouths a little ‘sorry’ before going back to her stand.

Your body moves on autopilot to your new table as your feet scream in agony. You're just about to do your greeting when you see who's sitting down. Eddie.

“I-uh, Hi,” you say with a confused stutter.

“Hey,” Eddie replies in a nervous tone.

“What can I get you?”

“I wanted to talk. I know you're working, but just pretend like you're talking my order.”

“Eddie, I can't. There are tables that need my attention,” you sigh.

Eddie fiddles in his pocket for a minute before pulling out a $50 bill.

“$50 tip and all you need to do is listen,” Eddie pleads, sliding the bill towards you. You silently put the tip in your server book and wait for him to speak.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you or shame you for buying me such a nice gift. I just wanted you to be okay and take care of yourself and not worry about getting me so expensive. I love you so much and I know I don't deserve a second chance because of how I acted. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything. I was the immature one not you.”

“I can't do this right now, Eddie.”

“You don't have to respond, just know that I'm sorry.” Eddie gets up to leave but you stop him.

“My break is in ten minutes, I'll meet you outside,” you say, before walking away from his table.

The next ten minutes are excruciating. All you can think about are his words. What do you say? Go fuck yourself? I forgive you? Your mind races all the way up until your boss lets you off on your fifteen.

The parking lot is almost completely empty except for Eddie's dingy van sitting in a more secluded area. You walk over and knock on the passenger side window. Eddie quickly unlocks the door for you.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Eddie says with a smile on his face.

“I have a lot to say, so just be quiet for a sec,” you reply, getting into the van. “You were right, I needed to become a functional adult. And even though you were right, you were still wrong for yelling at me and making me feel like shit. I forgive you, but it's going to take more than that to fix our relationship.”

Silence fills the small space of the van before Eddie speaks again. “I'm sorry, I really am. Can we start over? Not pretend like this didn't happen, but rebuild trust and love for each other?”

“I would love that.”

“Okay,” Eddie grins from ear to ear.

“Okay,” you say, not being able to hide your own smile.

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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*Inhale* YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN EEEEE

Do you write for Jaime Reyes from the Blue Beetle movie? He's just UGH so fucking gorgeous and such a goober-simp

So if you do, can I request some smut + fluff with him? 🥺

(I totally think Khaji-da would pipe in when it picks up hormone changes when Jaime's gf gets in the mood lmao)

Oh yeah something like this does happen multiple times in canon for a few versions of Jaime and it's hilarious.

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, date night, gentle sex, teasing, blowjob, fingering, clit stimulation

Word count: 1k

A/N: One of my favorite moments of this is in the DCAMU version of Judas Contract.

Jaime pulled out all the stops for your date night. Your favorite food, the candles, a cheesy romcom, with just a dash of it being spicy. A romantic evening away from all the superhero antics he's had to deal with since the Beetle latched onto his back. This night of peace was well deserved.

"A perfect romantic evening. What brought this on Jaime?" You nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of him.

"I don't need a special occasion to spend a lovely night with my favorite girl." You raised an eyebrow at him, "My mistake, my only girl." Jaime bent down to kiss your forehead right in time for you to fully look up and catch your lips instead. Not that you complained about it. It was an honest mistake.

"Damn right I'm your only girl." You weren't blind to the amount of fans he has so it was nice to hear he thinks so much of you. You kissed him back, feeling his soft lips on yours, tasting the sweetness of the cake you ate almost an hour ago. "Hey, did you know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" Jaime chuckled but didn't comment, "It makes people horny in certain quantities. But I have to admit, it's never done much for me."

"Me... neither? Thanks for the interesting fact by the way, I'll be sure to buy more chocolate in the future." Jaime wiggled his eyebrows as he pulled you closer.

"You don't need that. You're doing more then enough in that department." He grinned back at you and pulled closer, your knees touching as the kiss deepened. Your hand traced up to cup his smooth jaw, fingers brushing the slight beginnings of stubble.

Jaime's Beetle beeped right as you were planning to squirm your way onto his lap, "Huh? What are you on about now? Didn't I tell you to be quiet in times like this?" He turned his head over his shoulder and glared down at his back. The Beetle beeped again. "What?!" He looked at you, mouth agape, "How do you know that? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Keep that to yourself in the future okay. That's a new rule." Another, longer set of beeps was heard before complete silence.

"You two fight like siblings. It's cute."

"In what universe is it cute to have an alien superweapon stuck to your back?" The Beetle beeped again, and also did something that made Jaime jerk back in pain. "Shush you! Enough."

"Do I want to know?" Many of those conversations were of private nature, so you didn't want to get between your boyfriend and his alien companion. Their friendship was special, and you would make fun of him for it. Jaime looked away when you tried to meet his eyes, "Is it about me?" Bingo. He looked guilty, pressing himself against the couch cushions, away from you.

"It said... that it could sense your hormone levels. That you wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me." Called out by an alien robot weapon. That was a first for you. A shiver went down Jaime's spine, "And apparently I'm in the same boat."

You blinked and then felt yourself blushing as your eyes looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. They were on the comfy side, and yet they still tented.

Now you were the one pulling back to your side of the couch. "I didn't bring condoms for tonight. I didn't expect sex scenes in the movie, or that you'd go shirtless, again." It happened often since he became Blue Beetle. Especially on warm nights like this, it was the best solution to avoid the constant sounds in his head. "Jaime, this is all your fault if you really think about it." You pointed your finger at him in an accusatory manner.

Instead of looking guilty he grinned and surged forward, his mouth wrapping around your finger. You gasped and as soon as you pulled away he grabbed your hand, "It's not my fault I'm hot. You're the one who constantly has her mind in the gutter. If little scenes like the ones in the movie get you horny I can't imagine what you'd do if I did this." Your hips bucked towards his hand as soon as you felt it over your pants. "We don't have condoms, but we would do other things?" He sounded hopeful and how could you say no when he looked at you with those big eyes, and his damn cock reacting to you brushing your leg against it?

"Take these off me. Please, I think they're already ruined." You confessed with no small amount of shame.

There was no care of faience in the way your clothes came off, you wanted to feel each other close. Not much space on the couch, but you could still make it work, with your pussy in his face and his cock right below your wanting mouth.

Jaime made sure to put a soft pillow under his back so he wasn't uncomfortable. "Dipping all over my face already." That wasn't a complaint, as you found out moments later when his fingers pushed inside your pussyhole, "Ease up, there's no cum to get from these." You clenched around them anyway, hips pushing down on them to feel them to the last knuckle.

"No but I can suck it from here." Your tongue circled around the bulbus angry head of his cock, feeling it twitch around the base where your hand gripped him. The first inch you didn't move your tongue at all, enjoying the way Jaime's cock pulsed in your mouth. "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."

He can't say no when you ask it like that, with your whole mouth bobbing up and down his cock, choking when you bottom out on it. Picking up the pace he fingered you quickly, to the third knuckle every time so every inch of his fingers felt your pussy twitching around them. Jaime pushed down on the couch a little, his tongue flicking over your clit at a better angle. It was better for you to, his slightly curved cock sliding deeper down your throat.

Good thing you already ate because Jaime's cum completely flooded your throat moments later.

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

📌 jen's favs 📎 drabbles 🔒angst 🌷fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

teenage dirtbag @munsonsreputation

(30.7k) you're a cheerleader at hawkins high and get grouped together with eddie for a chemistry project. your boyfriend jason isn't thrilled and will do anything to "prove" that you and him are the ultimate couple...or so he thinks. 🌷🔒📌📌

menace @retrobutterflies

(4k) telling a guy at a party that you have a boyfriend doesn't seem to deter him. probably because that guy is your boyfriend and you're too drunk to realize. 🌷📌

movie stars @ddejavvu

(5k) distracting jason carver means a lot of flirting, and eddie isn't too happy about seeing his best friend hanging off of the star basketball player. jealousy ensues, but will it ruin your friendship? 🌷🔒📌

grand gesture @appocalipse

catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever. 🌷🔒📌

pretty @keeryshouse

(4.5k) three times eddie almost asks you out, and the one time he does. 🌷

like real people do @augustslippedavvay

(1.4k) you’ve known eddie for a few months now, but nearly every day you discover something new about him that breaks your heart and makes you desperate for him to know how much you care for him. 🔒🌷📌

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(2.3k) eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. after he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. 🔒🔒📌

affection @ashwhowrites

eddie doesn't understand this feeling in his stomach. 🔒🌷📌

if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me) @iliaclwrites

five times you and eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t. 🌷📌

can’t you tell? @writingdumpster

(2k) when you go on a date with someone else, eddie gets drunk and you get called to pick him up. 🔒📌

eddie forgets to propose @marymunsonloves

june baby @luveline

(15k) you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors 🌷📌

that boy is mine now @havecourage-darling

(26k) based loosely around avril lavigne’s song sk8r boi (our boy gets his heart broken but lucky for him you’re there to pick up the pieces, strangers-friends-to-lovers, slice of life vibes) 🌷(🔒)

love, hate, and judas priest @eddie-van-munson

eddie munson has hated you ever since you strolled into hellfire wearing the same judas priest shirt as him. but there's a thin line between love and hate. 🌷

hawkins 68.8 @sub-text

(15.9k) when eddie munson starts paying attention to the host of hawkins best radio station, he finds himself transfixed with a mystery. who is radio girl? 🌷🔒📌

ten things i like about you @theonewiththefanfics

(3.1k) there is one rule for Y/N to accept jason carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'freak' eddie munson. can he do it? 🌷

catch me, cradle me @xbunnysbrainx

eddie grapples with the lingering effects of the upside down on his life, psyche and body. his way of coping may be doing more harm than good, but he’s not entirely ready to change that… until he meets you 🔒

‘broken nose’ kind of protective @kl4us4

eddie loves his uncle - he's almost a father to him. he just hates when he brings his rowdy, disrespectful friends to the trailer park. 🔒

miscommunication @fanficimagery

(4.1k) you practically throw yourself at your best friend, only to be rejected… or were you? 🔒📌

no bone zone @fanficimagery

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the price of a kiss @spiderrrling

(1k) you start trading eddie little nick knacks for kisses 🌷

crushin’ on you @blakcstrrnger

(2k) eddie likes you but lacks an understanding of your personal space 🌷

you callin' me a liar? @sailortongue

(2.5k) eddie tells the boys that he has a girlfriend, but they don't believe him. eddie vows to make them eat their words. 🌷📌 part ii: county (un)fair

you're the reason @eddiemunsonswhxre

you never wanted the night to end like this, but sometimes his insecurities ruin everything. 🔒 part ii: is an apology enough to save a relationship? part iii: (10k+)

say you love me @marianita195

based on the tiktok trend where girls don’t say “i love you” back to their boyfriends. 🌷📎

jealousy @forever-rogue

(2.6k) eddie isn’t a toxic, jealous guy, but he needs reassurance and you are more than happy to give that to him 🌷🔒📌

care of @forever-rogue

(2.4k) eddie’s starting to believe he's actually a freak until he meets someone special who makes him see that he's not. 🌷🔒📌

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eddie comforts cheerleader!reader after she hits a rabbit @iliaclwrites 🌷📎📌

big brown eyes @corroded-hellfire

(5.6k) you’re a single mom and when you drop your son off at dustin’s while you go to work, you meet his new friend eddie. 🌷 part ii (5k) part iii (7.7k)

eddie's girl @corroded-hellfire

(4.5k) eddie wasn’t aware that you used to date steve harrington. when he finds out after a corroded coffin show, his insecurities get the better of him. 🌷🔒📌

eddie dating a mean cheerleader!reader who's only nice to him @kissitbttr 🌷📎

leave a mark @julesclues

(6.7k) when your father comes back to town looking for trouble, you hurry to get your brother, dustin, to safety. eddie is the only one to volunteer help. 🌷🔒

(5.4k) part ii

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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If You Don't Shut Your Mouth... | Officer K x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Officer K x male!reader. Just pure dom K "Don't be a mouthy prick this time, yeah?" "Sit down. Shut up." 🏎

summary: K likes putting you in your place, he enjoys it, but he never plays fair.

tws: Dom/Sub, swearing, choking

MINORS DNI

Oh, K hated it. He hated it when you would go on your rants and about and swear and not give a single fuck who you were talking to; but then again, he only hated it because he knew how much trouble it could get you in - especially when he was still employed as a blade runner. Still, he didn't say anything about it and he didn't do anything about it despite his colleagues demanding him to, "put your boyfriend in his fucking place, skinjob" was a common comment and K often said he would talk to you about it but never actually would outside of telling you what was said. He only hated it because you were putting yourself in the line for trouble - if it was some random guy in the street, though, K often found himself smiling a little and even trying not to laugh at how they would back up; usually that was reserved for the idiots on street corners who talked lowly and insultingly about replicants. They always shut up when a human squared up to them, and K saw that every time you started mouthing off.

But there was a difference between you going off like a gun at some cunt who deserved it, and you getting bratty towards K; it wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, and K was quite happy to put you in your place when need be. In fact, when you were being a brat and you were running your mouth, he was actually overjoyed at being able to put you in your place; his own boyfriend, suddenly so apologetic and promising to behave, if only K would kiss him. The little game was played well, and played often - although it was hardly ever fair.

Some old metal songs were playing throughout the little flat, the likes of Slipknot and Judas Priest and Sabaton and Cradle Of Filth and Cannibal Corpse, and although K was trying to get things done - namely the cooking and the cleaning - you were insistent on being an absolute brat; you would beg for his attention, you would break rules that the two of you had agreed on a long time ago, you would talk back to him. The talking back was what got him going, when he told you to shut up, you would spit back something else and he was getting closer and closer to snapping at you and to actually putting you in your fucking place.

"Go fucking sit over there."

"I ain't fucking going anywhere," you grinned. "You'll have to make me."

Enhanced strength was an ally and a blessing, and K didn't need to think twice as he grabbed you; hoisting you over one shoulder and carrying you over to the bed before sitting you down at the edge of it, his glare so fucking burning that for a split second you wondered if he was human like you.

You smiled, licking your lips.

"Sit down. Shut up." He growled.

"It's always sit down, shut up," you started, moving to lie down with your back against the pillows as you cocked a brow and put on that fucking cocky attitude you knew got him going better than anything. "Sit down, shut up. It's always the same shit. You can't make me do anything, K. You can't make me do fuck all."

Clenching his jaw, K shook his head as he dared to make his way over, straddling your waist and putting one hand at the base of your throat, the other against the wall to steady himself as he dropped his voice to merely a low growl. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said, you can't make me do fuck all," you told him, one hand at the back of his neck, the other gripping his shirt as you tilted your head to the side. "You can't even make me shut up."

Rolling his eyes, K dared to move his hand up a little, letting it rest directly on your throat, his fingertips able to feel your steady pulse as he looked down at your lips for a split second; he didn't need to think, diving in and kissing you so harshly that you immediately kissed him back and tugged at his shirt to get him closer. Fuck, he made you dizzy. The harshness and quickness of the kiss had your head spinning, and when he gently applied some pressure to your throat, you couldn't bite back the moan that escaped you; letting him slip his tongue between your lips as you let him overwhelm you. Overpower you. Dominate you. Turn you into a needy mess for him.

He pulled away, biting at your bottom lip. "I have things to do. Let me do them, and don't be a mouthy prick this time, yeah?"

You nodded slowly. "Can I have another kiss, please?"

"No." He broke away completely.

"Oh, fuck you!" You huffed, and at the sound of his laughter, you shook your head. "You don't play fair, Officer."

"And you're a mouthy brat," he pointed out. "What? Do you want me to put you in your place properly?"

"I'd actually quite like that," you admitted. "I'm not gonna promise good behaviour. But I'd like that."

K grumbled. "I'll think about it. Just watch your mouth, or else."

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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hi, I just wanted to ask something. This has been bugging me for a while, but how come you're not as mad as Archie as you are at Betty? it takes TWO people to kiss...

Why hello!! I'm more than happy to rant about this because it's been on my BRAIN, just sitting there, so thanks for giving me an opportunity :D

So, I'm going to assume you're asking why I don't hold Betty and Archie to the same standard when it comes to bringing up the b*ghead break up/the infamous double judas kiss that started it all. To be as frank as possible; It's very much favoritism. But the justified kind, so lower your pitchforks.

Just by a quick scroll to my blog, I think it's unmistakably evident I like Archie over Betty; Like a red dot in a white room. You can't miss it. It's there. And as third party viewers, our individual feelings, opinion, and attachments we form towards these characters motivate the moral standards we set for them.

Take a generous majority of Betty stans, for example; Despite being united by the same romantic relationship in the show, they have a direct connection in strongly disliking the male half of said relationship; Jughead.

Betty is very much the golden child of B*gheads, so I figured it was fair game. Arguably, you can say some of them maintain some objectivism, but not enough for me to consider it valuable.

Now, am I saying Archie's a perfect angel who could do no wrong? That because he's the fandom's ' haha, big himbo Boi golden retriever stupid wholesome jock' means all guilt and responsibility should be absorbed from his part? No! Absolutely not.

I don't think there's anyone in this fandom who hates the " Archie is a perfect angel and our annoying but beloved protagonist " narrative more than I do;

Fuck. No. Archie is a violent, careless, emotionally inept douchebag, who wouldn't know what a non-dysfunctional relationship was if it spit in his eye. But here's a thing, Archie isn't the protagonist; He's the antagonist.

Arguably speaking, Archie's the most morally ambiguous/morally grey character on the show, in my opinion. Not because he struggles with separating dark from light, but because he chooses both.

I can't really look at a kiss and all that other shit he's done and be like ' oh YEA, kissing was definetly worse!' the same logic can apply to Betty, but here's ANOTHER thing; Archie didn't owe Jughead loyalty.

Archie wasn't his boyfriend; Archie wasn't the one promising he won't do it again; Archie wasn't the one who went behind his back. He's the mistress in this scenario, and mistresses aren't morally indebted to anyone.

Betty was. She was Jughead's girlfriend. She was the one who sang " you're the only man for me" and yet does the opposite, on quite clear multiple times. (There's accounts of consecutive emotional cheating as well) and she's the one who's actions hurt Jughead the most because SHE was dating him.

Hell, Archie and Jughead were barely even friends; I'll even argue to say a constant theme in the show is the constant construction and reconstruction of Jarchie's friendship. How they fail to be friends but still choose eachother, over and over again, because they're held together by memories and nostalgia.

Of course I can't hold the same bitterness for Archie when his involvement and presence in Jughead's life doesn't hold the same impact as Betty's. Archie never promised him anything. Betty did.

At best, Archie owes Jughead an apology, but his real target of compensation should be his actual partner. Veronica. Archie owes her remorse.

I'll even go ahead and say it - the varchie break up hurt more because their relationship was build on actual meaningful, mature grounds.

b*ughead is a middle schooler's relationship goals. Which is to be expected because they were 16, teenagers, yet! Archie and Veronica happen to be characters with more experience in romance, both by direct and indirect contact. (From multiple partners to their own parents separating respectively)

I don't necessarily like comparing emotional damage; I do my best not to cherry pick. However, I don't think I owe cheaters the courtesy of fair thinking.

There's no good reason to cheat. It's a destructive, cruel, abusive act of disrespect towards your partner, and I'm not at all moved by Betty's performative remorse, especially because she clearly doesn't feel it as much as the fandom pushes it.

But I'll say it once and I'll say it for as long as I can; If anti Barchies dislike barchie because they like Betty, I dislike b*ghead because I love Jughead.

#i hope this doesn't come across as ' if your partner cheats on you with your friend - just forgive the friend'#like no obviously. they're BOTH culpable but there's a different standard for them from an emotional standpoint #riverdale #riverdale negativity #kinda #anti betty cooper #anti bughead #jughead jones #meta #archie andrews #veronica lodge #asks #i'd also go as far as to say i'm easier on archie bc he takes actual accountability for what he's done #he's not betty - he can't wear apathy disguised as remorse so he just doesn't find excuses for himself #when jughead confronts him (if you can even call it that) he doesn’t defend himself; he doesn’t expect jughead to just forget this happened #he especially doesn’t expect their relationship to ever be the same after. but like i mentioned -#archie and jughead have different maturity levels when it comes to relationships. betty is Jughead's first girlfriend #and of course he holds a strong attachment to her. in his mind he and betty will stay together forever #and re write their dark destinies with the power of love. archie - who had multiple partners with very different and distinct personalities #knows that's very much not the case. there's a certain realism archie has when it comes to romantic relationships that jughead #doesn't possess until later sessons

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I've been reading your stuff lately and I love them.

May I request like the bros' reaction when their kid told MC that they hate her and when the bro asked why they hate her the kid be like she gonna leave them too when they grow up... since mc is a human and stuff.. :/

Okay, I think you're talking about death here? If not, sorry, but if so, this is so sad 😣 It makes sense though. Once they learn about death, they might not fully understand it. That combined with hearing that human life spans are so short, maybe the kids would be afraid that it means their mommy is going to willingly leave them some day?

Lucifer:

Immediately angry with his daughter.

Grabs Ksenia by the arm and makes her face him.

"Tell your mother you are sorry."

"B-But she's going to leave me..."

Loosens his grip on her arm, frowning.

Realizes that the girl is just scared of losing her mother.

In all honesty...he is too.

"That doesn't mean you can say such things..." He says more gently. "Now please tell her that you are sorry."

He struggles with the same fear, but buries it deep within himself so he can enjoy the present with his Love and their daughter. Really hopes his daughter can do the same.

Mammon:

"Woah, woah, woah! Where the hell did that come from??"

"I hate her! She's gonna leave me!" Little Cassia starts bawling her eyes out.

Oh shit...

"Okay, none of that, none of that!" The second brother got down on his knees and pulled his daughter in close. "Your mama ain't going anywhere soon, ya hear? She's stayin' right with us, ya got it?"

"Y-You promise?"

"Ya bet. Think I'd lie to you?" He asked, feeling a bit guilty.

I mean yeah, his daughter is actually right...someday MC will be gone and that's that. Still, this girl is way too young to think about that.

Leviathan:

"Y-You can't say that!"

This man has no clue how to handle this--like at all.

Luckily, MC does.

The woman leans down and hugs her crying son close.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't leave me, Mommy."

"Shh." MC cajoled. "It's okay. Mommy's gonna be here for a long time and no matter what, you're always gonna have Daddy, okay."

That jolted Levi from his freezed panic. He fell down to his knees and joined the hug, arms wrapped around both MC and Kai.

"Yeah. I'm always gonna be here, okay?"

God, thinking about a future where his Henry is not here...the demon doesn't even want to. He doesn't wanna face it. But some day he's gonna have to and he can't just shut himself away in his room when that day comes because Kai is gonna need him.

But will he be strong enough to be there for his son when that day comes?

Satan:

Steps in between MC and Amelie as the girl screams. She may be a child, but she still has the strength of a demon and Satan didn't want his Kitten to get hurt from their daughter's tantrum.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" The small child screamed, jumped, and cried. Each jumped cracked the floorboards under her feet more.

Puts in a lot of effort to remain calm. Matching anger with more anger solves nothing and the Avatar of Wrath recognized this.

"Amelie, that is enough." Satan said sternly, not yelling, but also making sure his daughter could hear him above her own sobs.

The little girl collapsed onto the ground and started kicking her hands and feet against the floor, breaking off bits of wood.

"I--don't--wan--na--lose-Mama!" Amelie screamed and cried with each heavy breath.

"S-Satan..." MC started tearing up at their daughter's words.

Satan took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It'll be fine." He told her before letting go and leaning down to pick up Amelie.

The child kicked and cried till her father brought her in for hug and then she simply clung to him.

"Shh. Amelie, it's alright." The demon said softly. "Mama's right here with us. She's not leaving anytime soon."

"You promise?"

"I promise." MC chimed in, wrapping her arms around her daughter and kissing her head over and over.

MC's mortality...that's something her boyfriend wishes to fix. He's not quite sure how, but surely it's possible; Solomon proves just as much. Regardless of whether it is or isn't though, the demon did not want his daughter to fear that day or to give it any thought at all. This truth is something he wishes for only himself to bear, not Amelie or MC.

Asmodeus:

"Oh LiLi!" Azzy lightly scolded before pulling his son into his lap. "Don't say such mean things to Mommy."

"I-I'm sorry..." Liam burying his face in his dad's shirt and sniffled.

"Now what's wrong, baby? Talk to us." MC cajoled as she stroked her son's hair.

"I don't want you to die someday, Mommy..."

His parents' eyes widen.

"LiLi...that's not anything you need to worry about, sweetie." Asmo kissed his head.

"But isn't Mommy gonna leave someday?"

"Not for a very long time, baby," MC rubbed his back. "And I promise I'll be here with you always till that day."

Oh devil. Now Asmo is gonna be worrying about her eventual death for awhile. Later, his Dolly will have to switch to comforting him, but for now, they both need to focus on their son.

Beelzebub:

"Arsi..." The younger sister hugged her twin's arm.

Their parents just stared in shock at first. Why would Arsenia say she hates MC?

Beel frowned.

"Arsi, what's wrong?"

The girls both started crying and their parents immediately scooped them up, Arsi in Beel's arms and Anais in MC's. The two gently rocked their girls as they cried.

"Okay, what's going on girls?" The woman kissed her youngest's forehead.

Anais simply hid her face in the crook of her mama's neck

The demon pulled his oldest back a little to look her the eyes.

"Arsi, Baby Bean. Talk to Papa here."

The girl sniffled.

"We...we heard you and Mama talking about her dying some day."

"We don't want you to leave, Mama." Anais tighten her hug.

The couple fell silent. The two indeed talked about that earlier. They were talking about how happy and complete life felt...but then MC's mind wandered too far into the future and she voiced how worried she was about him and the girls when she dies. Though they don't know for sure, they've been told that their girls' lifespan will be closer to that of a full demon's, meaning that...MC's involvement in their lives will be such a small bit of time in comparison.

It was a heavy topic, one that they needed to discuss, but not one for their daughters' ears.

"Okay. Listen closely to Mama and Papa, okay, Baby Beans?"

Beel watched as the girls sniffled but nodded.

"We're sorry you heard that. Mama's gonna be here for a long time though, okay?"

"Yeah, Mama's right here." MC agreed, kissing both Anais and Arsenia's heads.

The ending will most definitely be bleak...but the present is a happy one. All of them need to focus on the now and not the far future, especially the girls.

Belphegor:

"Lilith, shut up!" Judas yelled at his sister.

It was too late though. Their mama's heart shattered and their dad was mad.

Belphie strode over to the kids and Judas stood in front of his sister.

"Dad, she didn't mean it--"

The sloth demon snaked his arms around his son and grabbed his daughter, picking her up before tossing her on couch, landing with a gentle bounce. The kids had been thrown on the couch by their dad and Unlce Beel plenty of times during playtime, but this time was different because their dad wasn't playing.

"You don't say stuff like that to your mom." He told his daughter. "Now what's your issue?"

The little girl crossed her arms with a 'hmph'!

Belphie huffed and looked to his son.

"Any clue why she said that?"

"Belphie, it's fine--"

"No, it's not fine, Butthead." He told MC. "They can't growing up thinking they can just talk to you like that."

He looked back to his son.

"Now, why'd she say it?"

The boy looked at his shoes.

"I can't tell you..."

"And why not?"

"'Cause it'll hurt you..."

Lilith's defiant expression fell into a worried pout.

The sloth demon raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me."

MC scooped up her son.

"Belphie, I said it's fine. Enough."

"Mommy, I'm sorry she made you sad." Judas mumbled into her neck.

"It's okay, baby." MC rubbed his back.

Belphie let out a long sigh before feeling his shirt be tugged on.

He looked down and saw Lilith staring up at him with tears in her eyes.

"We heard you tell Mommy that you're scared of the day she dies again...we asked Uncle Mammon what that meant and he said dying is when someone goes away and never comes back."

That dumbass. At least he didn't tell them anything about the first time...

Belphie plopped down on the couch next to his daughter and pulled her close.

"I-I don't want Mommy to go away." The little girl started crying harder. Judas started tearing up too.

Damn, the demon didn't know what to say. This...was a hard subject for him. Luckily, MC spoke up.

"I'm right here." She brought herself and Judas over to the couch and sat down. "I'm here now with you guys. You shouldn't just look forward like that when I'm right here...loving you three. And I'll always love you three."

"MC--"

"The future is a long ways out. Let's just enjoy today." She met her boyfriend's eyes as she said this.

It was obviously that it was just as much of a pep talk for the demon as it was their kids. Honestly, it wasn't really able to wipe away all of his worries but...it served as a wake up call to focus on the twins.

"You heard her." He pulled back and looked to both of his kids. "She's here now and that's what matters."

The sloth demon was pretty distant from his family for the rest of the night, mind stuck in that conversation. If only he could do as MC said and just live in the present. But he can't. He's so stuck in the past that he's honestly scared of the future.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me second gen

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Judas

Prompt: ‘’It is a tradition in this house to play Judas by Lady Gaga on Easter, I don’t make the rules.” - Requested by @darlingkitt

Gallant x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Wordcount: 658 - Sorry it’s not long!

AHS Taglist: @tatesimper @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @mrs-march-ahs @darlingkitt @kitwalker02 @satanscomplex @mossybank @cleanup-aisle5

Easter Prompts (Still taking requests)

Easter was one of Gallant’s favourite holiday bar Christmas. Why? Because he got to gorge himself on everything sweet, yourself included. (He always said you were the sweetest thing in his life anyway.)

“Did you seriously close the salon today because it’s an ‘Emergency’?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend as he looked at you as if you had offended him and his ancestors. “What? Easter isn’t a big deal babe.”

“Not a big deal? You do realise Easter is the one time of the year where I can eat as much as i want and no one will look twice at me for it?” The sass in his voice was evident as he spoke which caused you only to laugh at him, he always wanted his way whether it be about something as silly as this or him winning an argument.

“Well, what about that tradition off yours?” Your mind went back to the first Easter you two had spent together, it was five months into the relationship, and he insisted on you ‘taking part’ since you were now family.

“Hey! My tradition is just as good as anyone else’s. If not better.” Gallant crossed his arms over his chest, he wasn’t backing down from this. You could tell he was going to get his way yet again, but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to see his pouty face.

“It’s a silly tradition. I’m not even sure it’s a good one.” As soon as those words left your mouth Gallant looked at you with an expression of disbelief on his face. “Did I offend you baby?”

“You didn’t offend me, you offended her!” Gallant pointed to the poster on the wall of his one true idol. He had got a signed poster of Lady Gaga herself and ever since then he hasn’t not looked at the poster everyday. “It is a tradition in this house to play Judas by Lady Gaga on Easter, I don’t make the rules.”

“And what about my tradition?” You didn’t seem to have any but the confused look upon his face made you laugh. The pranks you had pulled on him over the years made Gallant paranoid that he had forgotten yet another important aspect of your life.

You had once made him think he forgot it was your birthday and the amount of panic that set into that boy's face was off the charts. The moment he noticed the little grin on your face, you felt him push you ever so slightly in a playful manner.

“That was not funny!” Gallant often knew how to get his own way but so did you, as soon as you pointed your lips and gave him the puppy dog eyes. He whined. “That’s not fair. Don’t do that to me.”

With you fluttering your eyes at him, Gallant took a deep breath before cupping your cheeks. His lips against your own tasted like heaven, you could tell he had ate chocolate as you could taste it on his lips.

“How about we have sex to Judas instead?” You mumbled against his lips; Gallant pulled away from the kiss with the widest grin on his face. He got excited about the littlest of things, it didn’t matter how big or small the idea was.

“Oh, fucking hell that’s the best idea you’ve had in a long time.” You could feel yourself getting hard as you felt Gallant’s crotch against your own, his sex drive wasn’t over the top, but it certainly wasn’t low either. You only had to say the word ‘sex’ and he would be bent over a surface ready for you to take him.

“Hey! I got that butt plug that has a bunny rabbit tail on the end of it.” You weren’t surprised. In fact, you’d be worried if he didn’t have it in his possession. “We could use that because you know, the spirit of Easter and that..”

#american horror story #american horror story gifs #ahs #ahs gifs #ahs imagine #american horror story imagine #ahs imagines #mr gallant #gallant

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Leedo || Judas

[ *drum roll* I FINALLY DID IT. This is a lowkey alternate version to my previous prompt about Leedo rejecting the reader. But this one is long. LIKE REALLY LONG. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. ]

Genre : University AU

Word Count : 3779

Triggers/Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol, alcohol use. [ if I didn’t mention anything that might be triggering, let me know ]

You were sitting at a bar with your friend. It was a Saturday night and you went out for a few drinks. It was also a good chance to talk about whatever happened during the whole week. You studied at the same university but your majors were different. So you’d usually share some small gossips while having a few beers.

Your friend recently got together with a boy who was one year younger than both of you, so most of your recent chats consisted of them talking about their new boyfriend.

“So there’s this guy, Geonhak…” Your friend chirped. “He is Youngjo’s friend and he is in the same major as you.”

“Is he the new guy everybody is talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, as you looked at your friend.

“He is. Youngjo says that most of the stuff people say isn’t true. But I think he says that because they are friends.”

“Is he single?” You asked as you took a sip of your beer.

“Don’t even try. He is either one of those players or a total loner. I heard a rumor someone broke his heart in the past and now he has terrible trust issues.”

“But that makes everything even more interesting. Give me a few months, the boy will be on his knees, begging me to love him back.”

***

As you walked toward your class, you noticed a familiar figure. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a beige knitted sweater that fell loose. You wondered how he could wear something that simple and still look like a model that stepped right from the cover of a fashion magazine. Suddenly, you noticed something fall from his leather folder and you did not hesitate to pick it up.

“You dropped this.” You handed him a textbook and offered him a sweet smile. This wasn’t like you, but you were on a mission to find out what the boy liked and how he reacted to specific signs of affection.

“Thanks.” He took the notebook, immediately turning around and walking away. You were taken aback but didn’t expect anything else. Perhaps, the rumors were true.

“Thanks...” You rolled your eyes as you repeated what he just said, mocking him in your head. For better or worse he was already far enough not to hear you. You clicked your tongue and went to your class.

From this moment for the few next months, it was you trying to initiate a conversation with Geonhak. Some days you’d be extremely sweet towards him, while other days you acted like you didn’t care. Your friends didn’t understand the fun in your game, but you didn’t care. As long as he was the only one falling in love, you were fine.

A few months passed by. You were still deep in your “Winning Geonhak over” game. Somehow you felt tired, as he wasn’t an easy nut to crack, but you didn’t want to stop halfway. Last week you noticed him staring at you, but when you winked at him, you could swear to God, he turned red and looked down at his plate. That was a big leap forward, but you still had a long road ahead.

One day you asked your friend if they could convince their boyfriend to ask Geonhak to tag along with the three of you. But Youngjo ruined everything by calling it a double date. As soon as Geonhak heard the word “date”, he was done. However, you thought it was for the best. After all, you didn’t want him to think that you were in love with him or something. You also noted to yourself that asking Youngjo for help was just as helpful as asking an art major to help you with your chemistry homework.

***

It was Friday and once again you had a free hour between your classes, so you were just chilling with some of your friends at the cafeteria. Seoho was watching origami videos as he tried to copy different figures and you just watched him. You were bored, but not that bored to start making animals out of paper. You were ready to let out a loud groan when you saw a door to the cafeteria open and a blond head protrude through it. At first, you didn’t even recognize him, but the moment he walked closer you nearly gasped. Seoho noticed the change in your expression and laughed. He then pushed your side with his elbow, almost making you fall off your chair. Luckily, you managed to hold the balance. You straightened up and glued your smug smirk to Geonhak. Blond complimented him well. You thought to yourself.

The boy never failed to look amazing. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his neck and collarbones. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong arms. He paired the shirt with a pair of grey, ripped jeans that hugged his thighs just perfectly. The moment he walked in, all eyes were on him. He was just that hot. Some girls were whispering to one another, probably spazzing about how they wished he was their boyfriend. Even guys were jealous of him. Some envied the body he had, some probably had a crush on him as well. You couldn’t blame them. Sometimes you wondered if you started catching feelings for him, after all, that was all Seoho ever talked about. He was teasing you a lot, but you always denied it. You said you were the one playing Geonhak and not the other way around.

You rested your chin on your hand, still watching Geonhak from afar. You didn’t care if he noticed, as that was exactly what you wanted. You were waiting for him to notice your stare so that you could attack. But the moment you caught his stare on you was when he was two feet away. The corner of his lips was slightly raised and you scored a point to yourself. You knew he couldn’t resist you, he was just too cool to admit it or show it. But you knew that he can’t control his body the way he wanted.

As he stopped next to your table, your smirk only grew bigger. You stared him down from head to toes and licked the corner of your lips, making sure he noticed every movement of yours.

“Ah, Geonhak! Hello!” Seoho chirped as he flailed his arms towards Geonhak, almost hitting your head. You turned your head to Seoho, your eyebrows raised as you gave him a questioning look. Now since when did they know each other. You thought Geonhak hanged out only with Youngjo and his other friend, Dongju.

“Right…” Seoho chuckled. “I met Geonhak a few days ago in the library, he was making all these cool origami figures. So I asked him if he could meet me during my break and teach me. Thank you once again.” Seoho smiled wide, his eyes turning into the adorable crescent moons. You sat there shocked, but soon you pulled yourself together.

Your smirk disappeared but your eyes were still glued to Geonhak. He sat right in front of you and you wondered why didn’t he sit next to or in front of Seoho. But you couldn’t complain.

You put both your elbows on the table, holding your hands together, intertwining your fingers, as you put your chin on them. Your eyes were digging holes in Geonhak’s face, but he tried to ignore you. His body was slightly turned towards Seoho, but you knew he could still see you with his peripheral view. A few minutes passed and he still didn’t turn his head towards you, not even a bit. All of his attention was focused on Seoho, as they made their stupid paper duckies. Seoho was giggling like a girl in love and you couldn’t help, but force a gag in your fist.

Spending time with the origami enthusiasts didn’t sound exciting, but now that Geonhak was sitting right in front of you, there was no way you could leave. You needed to make the most of it. You bit your bottom lip as you thought of a way to get his attention. Suddenly Seoho jumped up, causing both you and Geonhak to look up at him.

“I’ll be right back.” He smiled and ran off.

“I swear to God if it’s one of his little, stupid plans...” You cursed under your breath and shook your head.

“Aren’t you the only one with little, stupid plans here?” You heard a low voice and you jerked your head toward the source.

“What is this supposed to mean?” You moved your head even closer to him, puckering your lips a little. Finally, he scooped in his seat and turned his whole body towards you. His face was so close that if he leaned in a little closer, you could easily kiss him. You could smell his cologne and for a second you forgot what you were thinking about. The mixture of the sweet and spicy scent simply lured you in.

“You know what it means. Aren’t you the best in your major… You must be smart, huh.” He chuckled.

Woah, a chuckle from this man kicked you right in the feels and you moved away. For a moment you felt like you were the prey of his. But you couldn’t let him take control of the game you created, so you mentally kicked yourself and straightened up. You gave him another daring look, as your tongue ran against your upper teeth. The look must have made him uncomfortable, as he let out a forced cough and looked down. The controller was back in your hands, so you continued the attack.

“So you know a lot about me… Been asking around?” You run your thumb against your lips and your smirk grew bigger. Geonhak still couldn’t look you in the eyes and you wondered where did the cool guy go all of a sudden.

“There’s not much to know.” After a short pause, he stared back at you. “Don’t think too good of yourself, it’s unattractive.”

You were offended, but you didn’t show it. Who does he think he is? Telling something like this when he doesn’t even know you. A part of you wanted to slap him, but you remained calm and collected. There was no way you could let him win.

“Honey darling, now who is the one thinking too good of themselves. Mr. Kim Geonhak, the one who is too cool to befriend people. Mr. Kim Geonhak is so tough and cool, he is untouchable. You aren’t even allowed to mention his name.” You teased him with a smile on your face. These were the things that were spread like a disease all around the campus.

“Are you jealous they all want me and not you?” He leaned in closer, taking you by surprise and making you move a little back. But you were quick to get back at him.

“And who told you I want them to want me?” You leaned just as close, leaving almost no space between your faces. You unintentionally bit your lip again, as a strong desire to kiss his lips filled your body.

“You guys, I swear to God!” You heard an annoyingly familiar voice and you wanted to kick him to the moon. Why does he always appear at the wrong time? “Y/N, I leave you for a minute and you’re already sucking on his face.” Seoho laughed out loud, as he sat down at his spot.

“Eww, I would never!” You mimicked, but as soon as you caught Geonhak’s gaze, you blew him a little kiss.

***

A few more months passed. Geonhak was hanging out with your friend group more and more. Now that he knew both Youngjo and Seoho, you saw him around more often. And even though he was closer with the boys, he was still cold towards you. There was a time when you saw some girl tagging along with him and you wondered if he finally got himself a girlfriend or was it another admirer of his hot ass.

The thought of him dating someone made your blood boil. As much as you tried to prevent yourself from catching feelings, you couldn’t help it. The constant teasing and bickering made you want to get to know him more. You simply couldn’t get enough of him. Even though sometimes his words offended or hurt you, you wanted more of this. This was the kind of bad romance that was so bad it was good.

You hurried to the cafeteria. Hwanwoong was throwing a frat party and you were in charge of helping him prepare for it. You knew that Seoho and some other friends were already there. You were the only one running late because your professor decided to interrogate you about your last presentation.

As you rushed through the hallways, you felt someone grab your hand. The moment you turned your head to look at the one who dares to do it, your heart stopped beating for a moment.

“Seoho told me you were running late, too. I wondered if I’d catch you halfway.” Geonhak grinned, as he let go of your hand.

“Oh yeah? Remind me to kill that boy!” You groaned. But not because you were mad at Seoho, but because you didn’t want Geonhak to let go of your hand.

“The last one buys drinks!” He slapped your shoulder and jumped in front of you. The last thing you knew before he ran off, was him winking at you. You let out another groan and ran after him.

“Kim Geonhak, I swear to hell!” You weren’t a sporty one, but having the chance to win over him gave you enough adrenaline to run as fast as possible.

You ran through the hallways, with Geonhak sometimes stopping to check up on how far behind you were. Only for you to catch up to him, giving him a playful poke or a slap on his thigh. You were tired and you wished the cafeteria was closer, but it was delightful to hear him laugh so wholeheartedly.

Finally, you made it to the cafeteria; and before you both could fall through the door, Geonhak grabbed both of your hands and pulled you closer to himself.

“They won’t understand if we barge in like this.” He smirked, as he tried to catch his breath.

“Who the fuck cares what they think or what they don’t understand.” You freed your arms and pushed him to the side. As he tried to catch his balance not to fall, you opened the cafeteria door and ran towards your friends. Once you touched the table, you stick out your tongue and laughed. You ignored the judging looks the rest gave you.

Geonhak approached you as if nothing ever happened, sitting next to Seoho. You rolled your eyes and walked up to him. You bent down from behind, as you put both your hands on his arms to support your weight. Still ignoring the weird glares, you whispered into his ear.

“The drinks are on you, babe.” You resisted the urge to bite his ear, as you straightened up and walked to sit next to Hwanwoong.

“Now what the hell were you two doing?” Hwanwoong leaned in closer to you with a huge grin on his face, only to have his face pushed away. You looked over at Geonhak and smirked.

“You’re too young to know.” The loud gasp leaving Hwanwoong’s mouth didn’t surprise you. But Geonhak’s eye roll amused you. You winked at him, as Seoho shushed you all so that he could start sharing his ideas.

***

You were leaning against the kitchen counter as you watched the people in the living room. Some were dancing, some were drinking, while others played some games. Everyone seemed to have a lot of fun, but you didn’t share the vibe. You bit down on your cup that was filled with whatever Hwanwoong mixed in. Usually, you were the life of the party, but this evening you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do any of the frat party activities.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s buzzin’?” Suddenly you got approached by a wild Keonhee. He playfully bumped your hip and chuckled.

“Surely not me…” You laughed, as you twirled your cup and looked at the alcohol in it.

“How come!! You guys worked your asses off to make this party happen and look how great it is! You should be out there, dancing on the table.”

“I guess. But don’t feel like it for some reason.” You looked up at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“Did anything happen? Do you want me to find Seoho?” He tilted his head. Everyone knew that Seoho was your best friend and he was the one who was able to lift your mood in seconds. But this time you weren’t sure if even Lee Seoho could help you. You shook your head and rested your hand on Keonhee’s arm.

“There’s no need. I’m okay. Guess just need to drink more.” You forced a smile, but you knew you weren’t completely okay. You saw Geonhak an hour ago, talking to some girl and giggling like a girl in love. You tried to ignore it, but deep down you were both jealous and angry. He never acted that way around you. You wondered what was so special about her that made him giggle like this.

“Oh by the way…” Keonhee’s voice brought you back from the world of your sorrow. “Geonhak was looking for you. I think he is upstairs.” He nodded his head.

“Geonhak?” Your eyes widened as you couldn’t believe that Keonhee mentioned his name.

“Uhmm!” Keonhee nodded again. You hid your excitement, even though inside your heart was beating with a rapid speed and you felt like jumping in your spot. Yet you didn’t know what was the reason he was looking for you. Maybe it was another one of his stupid games.

You left your drink on the counter and made your way to the stairs. You asked some girl on your way if she saw Geonhak, luckily it wasn’t the one you saw him with before. But then your heart froze as you were afraid you might catch them together again.

As you walked past all the people, checking some of the rooms at your own risk, you couldn’t find the boy anywhere. If Keonhee tricked you just to pull a prank on you, he was dead. You passed the bathroom, thinking that it was a dumb idea. But then you took a step back and decided to give it a try. As you reached for the doorknob, the door flew open and you saw no one else, but Geonhak himself.

“Hey, Y/N… Are you perving on me?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and pushed him back into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“What if I am? What you gonna do?” You approached him, cornering him, as his butt pressed against the sink. You couldn’t resist, it felt good to be in control. Even though he was taller, you were the one who had him under control. You placed your hands on the sink, framing him in the spot, as you waited for his answer.

He looked down at you, clicking his tongue. The next thing you know, his arms are on your waist. It took him a swift movement to lift you and place you on the sink. Your back against the mirror. His strong arms moved down to your thighs and he leaned in closer.

“I don’t have to do anything. You did everything yourself.” He smirked.

“What is this supposed to mean?” You crossed the arms on your chest and stared at him.

“You should quit playing, Y/N. Everybody knows you have a crush on me.” He licked his lip and winked at you.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe the audacity.” You scoffed.

“So you gonna keep on denying it even though it’s so obvious?” He chuckled, moving one of his hands up your thigh. You froze in your spot and bit your lip. You cupped his face and moved in closer, looking at his lips. Only to press a finger against them and pushing him a bit away.

“I would never have a crush on someone like you. You’re full of yourself.” You chuckled, as you tried to free from his embrace. But he was stronger. He lightly pushed you against the mirror again, forcing your legs to spread, so that he could stand in between them and move closer.

“How unfortunate.” He shook his head, a smug smirk not leaving his face. “I thought we could be a cute campus couple. But if you don’t like me, I might as well ask Yoona out.” He teased. You gasped for air but you were hesitant as to what you should do next. He might be playing you and you couldn’t let him win.

“Us? A couple? What the… Do you like me?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I do... “ He nodded. “At first I thought you were weird. Playing your stupid game, making me fall for you. I thought it could never work, so I ignored it. But as time passed by I couldn’t stop thinking about you…” You sat there watching him in shock. You honestly couldn’t tell if it was an act and a part of some prank or if he was genuine. You slowly reached out to him, moving his hair from his forehead with your hand and pressing your palm against it.

“What are you doing?” He blinked.

“Checking if you have a fucking fever, Kim Geonhak.” You groaned.

“A fucking fever?!” He groaned back. You saw a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes and suddenly you felt bad. You cursed yourself in your head, as you didn’t know how to fix the situation at this moment. Here he was, the boy you liked, confessing to you that he liked you. And you turned it into a dumb joke. You bit your lip and cupped his face, moving closer to him, so that you could kiss his lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as his strong arms found their way around yours. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was gentle. As if you tried to apologize with this one.

“Still won’t admit you like me?” He teased again, as he moved away from a kiss.

“I do, I do! Now shut up and kiss me again.” You chuckled, as you pulled him into another kiss.

#oneus scenarios #leedo scenario #leedo imagine #leedo x reader #university au #writing #the ending feels rushed but if i didnt end it there it would go on for another 3k words #hahahahah #i could bicker with this bish forever #oneus fiction #oneus ff #kim geonhak scenario #geonhak scenario

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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Commission for @that-russian-gal

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Bio: You found yourself drawn in by the two of them and by the time you’re in too deep, there’s no way to turn around and escape from those devious western partners.

Characters: Reader, Judas Choi, Minji Cho

Length: 1500

This is 100% OC Centric, so keep that in mind.

This was never any place for someone to live and travel without knowing what they were getting themselves into.

When you left home to find someplace where you could see yourself living and changing for the better, or the worse, frankly, anything was better than staying at home, you never thought that you would find yourself in the sprawling area that amassed mountains and desert.

But, this is where you had come and this was where you had wound up.

There was no changing that fact so you made time to try and settle down.

At least, for the time being.

This area was different from what you were used to by all accounts, and though you were still going through periods of culture shock to being a fish out of water… you were settling in rather nicely for the most part. You had got a steady job working at the local bank which was an influx of visitors due to the booming gold industry.

Some people were getting lucky and others were just slaving away in the dirt, unable to get the fortune that they so desperately wanted to hold in their hands. That’s not what you were invested in. No, you’d just wanted to live a quiet and peaceful little life in your bubble and enjoy the company of the nice feeling of knowing that you were living the way you wanted.

And not the way that someone wanted you to be living.

It was a quiet little life but it was one that you proud of because you’d done all of this on your own. Nobody had helped you put together your house and nobody had given you anything to get to where you were today. It was built upon your own two hands and for that, you were proud of how far you’d come from that person you used to be.

Time can change a lot about a person but one thing seemingly would never change: The fact that you’d been drawn to eye people that shined like jewels against the dusty clay soil, and as guilty as you were of this fact, you had no shame in that regard. If you saw a pretty face? You would lean towards that person in the hopes that maybe you’d be able to catch their eye someday.

For example, you had an ongoing little game with the local baker, who made what you would call the best bread in all the west. It was made with the delicate care of her hands and each step was done with the notion that any bite someone took would have the same consistency. She took her job seriously in a way that nobody else could or would.

Banana bread and raisin bread… all kinds of specialty items that she worked hard to get deals for considering the area that they lived in. It was hard to maintain gardens and food out here.

However, Minji was nobody to laugh at. She had managed to make deals and friendships with all kinds of people. Which meant that nobody dared mess with her in the slightest. If they did, they knew that it would not only occur the wrath of the people that cared for her but the people that had a strong need for her baked goods.

You could never tell what she was thinking but God, you could’ve listened to her talk all day about nothing and you’d still be interested in seeing her every day. It was the same song and dance every day you visited her at her bakery once you got out of work. She’d smile at you, extend her hand, and you’d shake it with a gentle fever.

“Nice of ya’ to drop by,” she’d beam without question. Her golden curls carefully braided and out of her face. “I was hoping that I would see you again. There’s something that I’d love for you to try out for a taste. I want to share it in the shop but I need to know that it may be good enough for my customers, and I trust you dearly.”

“Absolutely, anything to help you out,” you responded, never once looking away from her face as she giggled and laughed. “It’s no trouble for me. You do make the best of the best, Minji. You always make sure that everything you sell is perfect.”

Her head bobbed as she nodded, “Only because you’ve helped me so much lately. I doubt the business would be fairin’ as well without ya’ helpin’ me out, my favorite customer! Well, less yer’ countin’ my honey and darlin’, too.”

It was always the same story but you never pressed her to do anything that she wasn’t comfortable with. She was the one setting the pace for you. She was the one luring you in with a heart of gold and making you fall deeper and deeper into a trance around her heart.

Whether she liked you the way that you liked her or not, God, you always wanted to stay her “favorite customer”.

The way that her fingers ran through your hair and coaxed you to come closer and closer, the way that her lips lingered close to yours whenever she pulled you into a strong hug and the way that she smiled so broadly whenever you got tongue-tied from one of her compliments. As eccentric and as bubbly as she was, she never quite realized just how easy it would be for her to date someone.

That was the portion that was hardest for you because you didn’t just have a tender feeling in your heart for Minji alone. No, because her darling that she mentioned happened to be the other person that you could never get off of your mind. His name was Judas, and he was the star of the show in the local saloon.

Nobody could take their eyes off of him.

Not men, not women, and not anyone in-between or outside of that.

He was always center-stage and he always knew how to make people swoon and sigh. You spent quite a bit of your free time just sitting in that bar and watching him flirt and taunt some of the patrons as the outfit you wore left little to the imagination. He would always take the time to come and see you when he noticed you were around.

His fingers curling underneath your chin and beckoning you to look at him, only him, and watch as his lips brush so sweetly against your cheek. It left your heart pounding and he always whispered so low in a sultry tone that, “Ya’ don’t owe me a thing, sweetheart. Pretty little fillies get my affection my free and you’re just my type.”

It left you sputtering and kept you on your toes for the longest time. You never knew how to react or respond to him, all you knew that he liked playing with you and you weren’t going to tell him to stop doing that. A part of you wanted to be played with.

The corset was snug around his waist and the unbuttoned state of the shirt lay flush against his skin. His raven hair contrasted the softness of his skin tone, and his blue eyes shimmered like starlight on a cloudless night. He had a way of purring and pawing at people to get them to pay up or to listen to what he had to say.

Anyone and everyone that had taste was interested in getting to know him and getting close to him, but it was known that he was very intimate with the baker. The way that he always lit up when he’d seen her stop by was telling enough. Not that it made anyone jealous, no, as a matter of fact, if and when people realized that the tall girl was around her short boyfriend—

They’d wind up fawning over the two of them and sighing contentedly if they were given any little ounce of attention.

To be pushed and pulled between the two of them was a dream and a dream that you were quite frankly living. You weren’t sure when it started or how it started, all you knew that you were right where you wanted to be. It might have had something to do with how badly Judas wanted you and how quickly you realized that Minji had just the same desire.

Weeks of you missing their hints because you were too caught up in the idea that you were shameful for wanting the both of them when they so very clearly wanted you as their cute little partner to have and to tease with a smile.

They had been working together to pin you down until you realized the truth that had been there all along. You had spent so long pining that you had blinded yourself to the fact that they were both flirting with you openly and presently for so long.

It took one of them grasping you by the arm and kissing you for you to stop and think: Oh. Oh.

That was why you were pleased to be where you were at that very moment; Judas’ arms clasped tightly around your waist as you sat in his arms and he kissed at your neck with a gentle desire, all the while Minji’s hands carded through your hair and her lips kissed every single spot on your face that she had desired. Between the two of them—

You had never felt so wanted in your entire life, nor had you ever felt this warm and flustered. They’d been more confident and blasé about the entire time, and you felt like you were catching up to them but they would always be one step ahead of you. Which wasn’t such a bad thing. You could’ve kept yourself in this spot forever.

“Darlin’, you’re just too good for us,” Judas’ voice was low and reverberated in your ears as he chuckled.

Minji kissed your forehead. You could feel the smile brewing against her lips. “Mhm, they’re too cute, it’s not fair. I’m glad they’re our darlin’, Jude.”

This was right where you wanted to be, and you’d let out a contented sigh, melting into their touches as the hum of the cicadas echoed from outside.

#commissions #commission #minji cho oc #judas choi oc #mystic messenger cmc #mysme cmc #cmc #cmc x reader #oc x reader #mc x reader #mod kait #that-russian-gal

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headoverhiddles · 4 years

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You and Me and The Devil Makes 3 - Marilyn Manson x Brian Warner x Reader [Smut] - Part II

Synopsis: Both you and Brian can’t get the substitute teacher off your mind. Thankfully, Brian needs some extra help before an upcoming exam, and your regular teacher still hasn’t come back.

Notes: Long ass title. Anyway, someone asked for a sequel, so here’s more filthy Mancest ft you! IT’S FILTHY! We could all use the porn.

Part One

You bring your lips to your boyfriend’s, lazily making out after an hour of stressing the springs in his mattress.

A KISS record plays in the corner of his room. The afternoon sun seeps in over the countless Judas Priest and Nine Inch Nails posters all over the walls through the blinds that you’ve kept unturned. Both of you like the thrill of knowing Brian’s Christian neighbors might see you and your “filthy sex acts” again. Barb, Brian’s mother, hadn’t been too pleased after receiving that phone call, but Brian’s dad Hugh found it quite funny.

His parents liked you, called you a sweet girl. They don’t know much about Brian, and they don’t make much of an effort to—they know he’s into some dark music and he has a band, but they don’t know he’s interested in guys too, and they don’t know how far he wants to take his musical persona.

You’re also anything but sweet, but Barb and Hugh are well meaning, and you love them to death, always appreciative of the cake Barb feeds you when you visit the house. You think the two of them have some kind of idea that since Brian is almost finished high school, he’d take you somewhere and settle down with you. Neither of you want to settle down, but as far as either of you have shared, you have no plans of breaking up after grad.

You move your kisses down to Brian’s neck, and he keens under the attention, before reaching up to pull you back to his lips.

“I want you again,” you whisper, and Brian stares up at you.

“We just went four times, you brat.”

“But I’m horny.”

“And I’m soft, roll offa me. Gonna have to… watch some porn or something to get hard again…”

“This is better than porn,” you grin, unhooking your bra, and he pauses in his act of drinking down his bedside water glass, smiling too.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he laughs, and smoothes his hands up your rib cage to cup your breasts and fondle them. You lean down to drag them against his bare chest, and his hands move down to once again get himself ready to fuck again.

“So. We gonna talk about what happened on Friday?”

Brian’s breath hitches as he jacks himself to hardness again. “Do you want to?”

“I certainly think it raises some new… things, that we’re both obviously into.” Brian flushes a little, and you grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Hey. You know you can be comfy with me.”

Brian nods, thrusting up into you finally with a hiss. “It was hot… the stuff he did.”

“I know,” you breathe, shuddering as you slide back down over him, “I just wanted the two of you to double team me forever.”

“So is this a thing, then?” Brian whispers, “Like, a third person?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, “We could explore a polyamorous relationship. But for now, I’m okay with secret threesomes involving hot teachers.”

“You think he’s still there?”

“I think before he left on Friday, he mentioned he’d be around for another week. Mrs. Nordman wasn’t just hungover, she had the flu or something. Why?”

“I mean… we’ve got that English exam coming up soon.”

You smile. “We could use the extra help, hm?” He groans at that, pushing up into you harder, and you tilt your head back, riding him into his bed.

---

At school on Monday, you meet Brian at the front doors. He’s standing with Daisy, waiting for his friend to finish smoking, and doodling something on his hand. You see it’s a bunch of needles and lollipops.

“You know, you should’ve been an artist,” you smile, taking his hand.

“I am an artist. Different kind.”

Pogo approaches, swinging himself up onto the railing. “Morning, you sad fucks. How’re the losers today?”

“Depressed,” Daisy answers.

“Good to hear. I myself am in a fucking marvelous mood, seeing as I banged not one, not two-- but THREE chicks this weekend at a college tit party. THE MAD CLOWN HITS HOME AGAIN!” He lets loose his usual flurry of crazy laughter, the sound that could tell anybody the bald student was coming from a mile away.

“How’d you manage that?” Brian mutters, amused.

“Sorry, Mr. Big Dick, some girls have refined taste, unlike (y/n) or Mr. Manson in there, don’t argue, I know you fucked him.” He pauses his manic rocking, leaning forward. “I also told them I was in a wildly successful rock band.”

“There’s the kicker,” you nod.

“I did not fuck Mr. Manson,” Brian protests. Everyone turns to look at him, and he smirks your way. “He fucked me.” Laughter erupts.

“No smoking on school property, you goth weirdos,” some kiss-ass cheerleader snaps as she walks past, and Pogo catapults Brian’s pen at her head.

“We’re gonna be late, hurry up.” Brian nudges Daisy.

“This is my last one, and I’m too broke to afford another pack until I get my next paycheck,” Daisy complains, savouring another drag.

“Here, lemme have a puff,” Pogo says, motioning for it. Daisy passes it over, and Pogo flicks it into the grass, pulling everyone inside. “Problem solved!”

You giggle as Daisy shakes his head, and all of you turn when you hear screaming. There’s Jeordie, running toward the school like an idiot.

“I’m gonna make it! I’m gonna make it!” he’s shouting, then the bell goes. He tosses his backpack to the ground, kicking it. “SHIT!”

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It’s an uneventful Monday, until the last class. When you get in and sit down, Mr. Manson is at the front of the class already, writing the day’s class plan out. Today, he’s dressed in a black button up, with a black vest over top of black pants. His hair is brushed back in a fairly respectable style, and… he turns around. His lips today are a soft coral pink, with black and blue eyeshadow. Brian stares at him, in awe once again at the man’s swaggering confidence and style. Why is it that with bisexuality, it’s always a question of if he wanted to be the other guy, or be in the other guy? Or have the guy in him, as the case may be.

“Alright. Before we start, does anyone have any questions about today’s makeup?” Manson’s tone is playful, and a light titter of laughter comes from the students. He grins. “Alright. You sure?” More laughter. “Okay. Today, we’ll be covering a new chapter of literary theory, and applying it to the first act of Hamlet.”

His dark eyes sweep the classroom as he marks off attendance, and when they come to rest on you, he looks up. “Is there a reason why you and Miss (y/l/n) were late today, Mr. Warner?” Your entire friend group looks at the two of you. Your boyfriend just shrugs.

“Yeah, there was a reason.” You raise an eyebrow right back with a smirk, and Brian leaves it at that. You’re surprised when Manson accepts this without a cheeky little order to see him after class, but that’s fine. Brian has an excuse to see him anyway.

While Mr. Manson is talking, Brian writes out some lyrics for a new song he and the Spooky Kids have been working on. He nudges you, and taps the paper, which has a verse written out.

VCRs and Vaseline

TV fucked by plastic queens

Cash in hand and dick on screen

(who said god was ever clean)

He’s drawn a big question mark under it, so you give a little check mark on the paper, with the note:

Hot.

“I know this shit is boring, but pay attention,” Manson says from the front of the classroom, glaring daggers at you two.

“Imagine that lipstick all over my naked body,” you whisper in his ear. Brian glares at you.

“Stop trying to get me hard in class.”

“Why?” you tease.

“Cause it’s fucking working.”

“Do you one of you guys have an eraser?” Jeordie whispers (far too loudly) from behind you. You pass him back yours, and look at him sternly.

“Don’t pick it apart like you did all my other ones.”

“What did I just say?” Manson snaps from the front of the class.

“We were just—!” you try to protest.

“No talking. Last warning.”

You and Brian exchange looks. He’s in a mood today, and you can’t wait to see how the two of you can test him even more after class.

When the class is finished, you all wait until the rest of the students are gone. Pogo looks back at you two from the door, making obscene blow job gestures. Mr. Manson doesn’t look up from the desk.

“Did you need something, Mr. Bier?”

“Not me!” Pogo snickers, dashing off to go catch up with Daisy and Jeordie.

“Mr. Manson?” Brian asks, “I need a little bit of help with studying for the upcoming exam. I dedicate a lot of time to my band, and… don’t study as much as I should.”

“Mm. And (y/n)? You just gonna watch your boyfriend... ask for help?” Manson asks.

“I might learn a few things too, by sticking around,” you say, and lean forward against your desk. Manson’s eyes roam down to your cleavage, and he closes his book, getting up. He walks over to the door, locks it, and comes back over.

“The English exam. Yeah. As you know, I don’t know much about your curriculum, or really, about the exam itself.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t try to help us out,” you say. “Please sir? We really need help.” Mr. Manson looks at you, blue and black shadow making his hooded eyes seem supernatural.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Brian walks over to his desk, chin jutted out in confidence that will be lost as soon as Manson looks him in the eye. Sure enough, when the substitute gives your boyfriend one of his looks up and down, sweeping his entire body as if he’s a meal about to be devoured, Brian shudders. But he’s not about to lose his cool.

“See… I don’t get the whole psychoanalytic theory,” Brian says, putting the book down in front of Mr. Manson, “I don’t see how it applies to Hamlet.”

“Of course you pick the Freudian thing.” He sighs. “Well first, you have to understand psychoanalysis.” Manson looks over to you pointedly. “I’m sure you know all about Freud and his phallic symbols. You two had a lot of fun drawing them on your notes last Friday.”

Brian laughs a little at that. Wrong move. Manson gets up, and in one quick stride, he has your boyfriend pushed down and bent over the desk, ass up.

“What the fuck?” Brian mutters, but you can hear the whine at the end of his protest. Your legs rub together as your finger grazes your lower lip… you want to see how this turns out.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do,” Manson says slowly, “I’m gonna help you two, since you fuck around in class all the time and never pay attention.” He leans in close to Brian, and your boyfriend glares up at him for holding him in such a vulnerable position. Manson just smirks, and gets out a ruler from the desk. “Our angel over there is gonna answer some questions of mine, baby. Got it?”

“What do you—?” A sharp slap echoes, as Manson hits the desk with the ruler hard.

“You say yes sir, and no sir, or this desk will be that pretty little ass. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Brian breathes, laying his face down on the desk. You raise an eyebrow, spreading your legs just a bit.

“You really have enough confidence in me that I know these answers?” you grin.

“Nah. I’m counting on you not knowing a single one, baby girl,” Manson smiles, and traces the ruler up Brian’s back. “But try your best. He’s counting on you.” Manson gets the ruler ready again. "Tell me what the basis of psychoanalytic theory is."

"It's a theory that draws from psychoanalyzing the behavior of the characters in the... in the story," you say, eyes trained on Brian.

"Good start," Manson nods, rubbing his hand up Brian's back, "Saved you this time, sweetheart." Brian makes a noise, akin to a moan, and Manson looks at you again, expectantly, from the depths of that eyeshadow. "What are some examples?"

"There's... a response to modern day literature from a new and improved perspective."

"Wrong," Manson says, "That's postmodernism."

“Aw. Guess that must’ve slipped my mind.” You shift in your seat, reaching down to touch yourself. Manson sees this out of the corner of his eye, and lifts his chin.

"Mr. Warner?"

Brian obediently pulls down his leggings just enough. Not satisfied with this, Manson pulls them down to his knobby knees, and hits him hard with the ruler. Brian's hips rut against the desk, and your pussy clenches as you rub faster circles.

"Again, sir," Brian whimpers.

"You want another one?" Manson asks.

"Yes, sir."

"(y/n)... your boy here's a bit of a slut."

"I'd have to agree," you grin, head rolling back as a moan is drawn from your throat.

"I guess I should know that by now. Have you ever tried fucking him?"

Brian's breath hitches, and you think about this. "He's never asked."

"Imagine how that'd feel, hm?" the teacher whispers in Brian's ear, "Her fingers inside of you... filling you up. You like that?"

"Fuck, fuck," Brian groans, hips pushing forward against the desk. He's painfully hard.

"Gonna cum in your pants?” Manson rasps.

“No...” Brian clenches his jaw. “Ugh...”

“What if she fucked you with three fingers? Spreading this perfect ass wide open?" he continues to tease, snarling, "What if I did? You like the pain, don't you? It turns you on." Manson spanks him again, harder, and you can see the red imprint he’s left.

"Yeah..." Brian moans, his usual grumble raising in pitch. "I want you both to fuck me."

"First, you get to watch." Mr. Manson looks over to you, and beckons. You make a show of teasing back, mouthing 'me?' Before Manson has a chance to threaten, you stand, walking over to the teacher. He stands a full few feet taller than you, the height difference still as hot as it was in the washroom the other day. He takes you by the shoulders, and brings his lips to yours. The kiss is sloppy and heated. You moan, sliding your hand down to cup his cock through his black slacks. You can feel the hefty erection respond to your touch, but you want to feel it inside you, fucking you. Brian watches, and reaches down to give himself some relief.

"Ah ah," you break away from the kiss to say, "Someone's being naughty." Brian shoots you a glare for ratting him out, and you blow your boyfriend a kiss as Manson turns to look at him.

"Do I have to tie you up, baby boy? Or can you stop those hands from wandering, hmm?" Hearing that in Manson's deep growl is such a turn on. You pull him back to you.

"Let him stay like that. If you spank him again, he's gonna cum all over the desk."

"Disgusting," Manson chastises, licking his lips, "Filthy filthy, Mr. Warner."

"At least I didn't take out my cock in class and start stroking it for you to see," Brian mouths off.

"I'm sure you would've loved to do that," you smirk, going back to stroking Mr. Manson through his pants.

"Mm. Yeah. Bet you would’ve loved to take it out, show everyone how hard you were. How ready you were for your girlfriend and your fucking teacher to take turns on you.”

"I..." Brian groans.

"Use your words, slut."

"Yeah," he breathes, "I might... I don't know, get embarrassed, but--"

"Sluts don't get embarrassed," Manson says sharply. "Besides, as a big rock and roll singer, I'd imagine that you do much worse onstage. Or am I wrong?”

“Tell him all the shit you've done onstage," you moan.

Brian shifts his hips, recalling everything he'd done during a show. Mr. Manson was right-- when he was onstage, it was as if he became a different person. A persona. Someone darker, maniacal even. Someone who's willing to do anything.

"I've fucked (y/n) onstage," he growls. "Fucked her til her tight little cunt couldn't take it anymore."

Mr. Manson takes his cock out of his pants, starts stroking it himself as you lay back on a desk in front of him. You watch his cockhead disappear in his fist with every stroke, licking your lips.

"What else?"

"I stripped her down naked in front of everyone... and ate her pussy."

"Oh god," you whine, picturing that night. You had both been so high you had forgotten there was even an audience.

"That must have felt good." Manson looks to you.

"It did. It did, and I love it," you murmur, glancing down to your exposed breasts, "Just like him. I wanna be filled by you, sir. Just like Brian fills me up."

Brian rolls his hips against the desk as Mr. Manson slots himself between your legs, dragging his cock between the folds of your pussy. "So fuckin' wet. It'll be so easy to get into you, baby girl."

"Please, Mr. Manson," you moan, “I need you.”

"Fuck her," Brian gasps out, "She's such a fucking cockslut, she needs it." You nod. Manson reaches his hand up to cup one of your breasts as he slides in, filling you to the hilt.

"Oh god," you manage out, hands grabbing at the edges of the small desk. Manson’s cock isn’t as long as Brian’s, but it’s thicker, so thick you can feel the pain of the stretch.

"Fuck," Brian whines, watching Manson pull out almost fully then pound back into you. He’s frustrated—he can’t touch himself, and his cock is heavy and weeping against the desk. He could cum from any little touch at this point.

"If you even think about touching your cock, the punishment will be unimaginable," Manson growls to your brat of a boyfriend. Brian groans in complaint, resting his head against the desk as he continues to rock his hips and watch. "Tell me more about how you fuck (y/n)," Manson says, thrusting in hard. The desk skids back a couple of inches, and you gasp. "Ah, nope. The principal could still walk by, baby girl. Don't want him to hear the three of us acting out our own little porno, do you?"

"No, sir."

"No. That's right. Mr. Warner? You were saying?"

"I fuck her all the time," Brian says, words tumbling out of his mouth as he loses his grip. "We fuck between classes, before class, after class. She always wants my dick.”

"Yeah?" Mr. Manson asks, humming low in his chest. "Seems like you just can't get satisfied baby, hm?"

"I get satisfied," you reply, grinding your hips down obscenely, "I just love his cock so much that I want it all the time. I love feeling full."

"Why don't we make good and sure you're nice and full then?" Manson beckons Brian over, not stopping his thrusts for a second. Brian’s surprised for a moment that he gets to move or do anything, but quickly complies. Manson’s belt jangles as he grunts, balls slapping your ass. "Give our baby girl a mouthful."

Your eyes light up, and Brian's lips quirk up. He loves watching you get used, and being a part of it is almost too much for him. He stands, and gets over top of your face, willing himself not to blow the minute he pushes between your pretty pink lips.

"Lemme see that nice cock, baby boy," Manson rasps. His breath hitches when Brian strokes his fist all the way up the length, over the head, and back down. "Mmm, perfect. Give her some, she looks thirsty."

"Take it, baby," Brian whispers, biting his lip as he smacks his cock against your lips, "C'mon, you know you want it."

"You know her safe word?" Manson mutters. Brian nods. You open wide for your boyfriend, and he slides his cock into your mouth, stopping before it hits the back of your throat. He raises his eyebrows down to you, and you nod again, feverishly. It's almost too much, the older man fucking you into the desk so hard and your boyfriend using your mouth to get off. But you love the thrill, and you're getting closer to your climax every second.

"You're doing so good," Mr. Manson says to you, stroking down your pelvic bone to caress your stomach, your clit, down to your inner thighs. Your hips buck. "Shhh. Taking us so good, sweetheart."

"Isn't it "so well?' You are an English teacher, right?" Brian asks, grinning. Mr. Manson shoots him a look daring to go any further with that. Brian knows his place, casting his eyes downward.

"You like to piss people off, don’t you?" Manson asks.

"Yeah. It's part of my, uh... my thing."

"Your thing right now is to quit being a smart ass, fuck your girlfriend's mouth, and do what your told."

Brian sucks his cheekbones in, biting his bottom lip hard as he feels his cock throb. "Yes, sir!" He gives a sarcastic mock salute with a big dumb grin, and that does it.

"Back over the desk."

"What?!" Brian's eyebrows furrow angrily.

"You heard me. Get back. Over. The desk. Now."

Brian whines, and removes himself from your mouth. As he's walking back over though, the fearless streak continues. He fondles Mr. Manson's bare ass as he walks by, clucking his tongue. "Damn, daddy. Great ass, for an old man."

You smirk, knowing it'll get a rise out of the teacher. But he just goes back to fucking you-- albeit much faster.

"Oh... oh yeah. Oh god," you hiss, trying still to keep it as quiet as possible. Mr. Manson's short black hair falls from his coiffed mohawk and into his eyes as he starts to get close. "I'm gonna fucking cum," you moan, tits bouncing in your bra. Manson pushes in one more time, and you cum hard on his cock, mouth falling open.

He pulls out of you when you're finished, and Brian comes over, kneeling down and taking Mr. Manson's cock into his mouth. He suckles for a few seconds, then takes him down all the way as the older man shudders, buries his fingers into your boyfriend's hair, and cums down his throat. Brian swallows, blinking up at the teacher, and Mr. Manson looks down at him, at the teenager’s painfully swollen cock resting on his thigh.

"You've been a good boy," he mumbles, “Helped daddy cum. I think you deserve something.” Brian's eyes flutter shut, and Manson strokes his cheek. With a gasp from the touch alone, Brian suddenly cums untouched all over his leg and the floor. You watch him convulse through every wave of his orgasm, then rest back on his hands when he finishes.

Manson sits on the edge of his desk, and you stand, helping Brian clean up. He runs a hand through his long black hair, and fiddles his tongue against his lip ring.

"You know... you should come check out the Spooky Kids in concert sometime."

Manson runs a hand through his hair, making sure he looks his best-- comfortably disheveled. "Your band?"

"Yeah. You were in a band yourself, weren't you?" Brian smirks.

“Yeah.”

"As long as you bring some good, uh... you know, nose candy-- gotta make the sacrificial offerings to the band-- then feel free to show up."

“He doesn’t do nose candy, bring some ring pops and lollipops and that’ll be more than sufficient,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“What makes you think I've got drugs on me anyway?" Manson deadpans. "I'm a fuckin' high school English teacher." Brian stares at the debauched man with lipstick smeared down his chin and hair standing up from all angles. Manson bursts into what can only be described as giggles. "Yeah. Well, I’m not about to give my drugs away to a group of 18 year old musicians. Then you’d turn out just like me.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Brian teases, tugging slightly at the silver skull brooch on Manson’s lapel. Manson strokes his knuckles.

“If I'm still in town, I'll see if I can make it to a show. You seem like you’d be good. Like you’ve got rock star in your blood.” It’s as if Brian’s whole body blushes—it’s freaking cute you think, as you fix your hair. “--But only if I get to come backstage with the rest of the groupies."

"Oh," you smile, approaching to fix Mr. Manson’s black tie, "We'll be waiting for you."

“Who else is in this band?” Manson asks out of curiosity. “Anyone else from this class?”

“Stephen, Scott, Jeordie. Another kid named Freddy, doesn’t go here.”

“Bier is crazy enough to be in a band, I’d believe that. Putesky, that’s interesting. He doesn’t seem the type. He seems like he’d be the type to yell at people like you to turn the music down.”

Brian nods, “Yeah, we tell him that all the time. He looks like someone’s grandpa. He shreds on the guitar, though, you’d be surprised. So does Jeordie.”

Manson huffs, getting his bag together, “Jeordie? That doesn’t surprise me as much.” The substitute teacher lets you two out of the classroom, and checks the time. 4 PM now. “Well. I hope you feel ready for the exam. I didn’t do shit to help you, but...”

“We got what we needed to,” you say, fixing your skirt with a small smile.

“Good. Cause I think you’ve got a pretty good idea of what’ll happen if you get a fuckin’ F.”

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 3 years

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SPOILERS FOR CAOS PART 4.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Weird, episode reaction.

Ah, so Judith and Judas are still there. Neat.

HA! YOU'RE TOO WEAK FAUSTUS! ROASTED!

Jeez Mary, let me guess, you'll be the trojan horse?

Or not.

Spellman Sisters Mortuary is doing really well this year.

A growing boyfriend needs lots of water, good to know.

Oh my god, Zelda has never not had her sister there to take care of her!😂

Zelda, you're a witch, you could light you're cigarette with magic.

Hilda is living life and doing great.

Awwwwwww, Zelda looks so lost. I want to hug her.

MELVIN SHUT UP WITH YOUR VALID QUESTIONS, MY BABE AMBROSE IS DOING HIS BEST!

Mambo Marie, if that even is her real name, is definitely up to something and tho I am interested to know what it is, I am not pleased because Zelda deserves happiness for once.

The teacher reminds me of a mouse. I think it's the haircut.

THE WEIRD IS A SEA CREATURE!

Lucas Hunt. Suspicious.

It's not Harvey.

WHY ARE YOU HERE, MAMBO MARIE! God, you can't just go into people's houses.

I mean you can, but you shouldn't.

OOOOOO, Roz is a muggle-born witch. Or a half-blood.

Okay that is so freaking creepy with that lighting.

Mambo Marie is up to no good.

They are in fact very cunning women, indeed.

What would Sabrina and Lucas's ship name be? Spellhunt? Brincas?

Talking about having extensional crisis at 16/17 and then Lucas saying he had one at 8, is relatable af.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.

That is such a creepy dream.

And it gets even creeper.

Caliban you jerk.

LILITH NO!

ZELDA LET HER IN, DON'T TURN AWAY THE MADAM SPELLM- I MEAN LILITH

Zelda looks offended that Lilith is preggers.

YAY ZELDA LET THE SHIPPERS REJOICE

Zelda is going to save Lilith! I mean the coven is going to save Lilith...

No I don't.

I'M SCREAMING TOO.

Oh god, is this going to be like twilight? I don't want to suffer through another birth scene like Renesmee's. 😳

ZELDA AND LILITH ARE TOUCHING!

SCREAMING CIRCLE, SIGN ME UP.

I'm cackling thinking of them shooting this scene.

BABY

ZELDA AND LILITH FANFIC WRITERS PLEASE WRITE A FIC WHERE THEY RAISE THEIR SON AND MOVE TO EUROPE.

Sabrina didn't know about Lilith and the Witches sharing her pain.

Is that kissing scene really necessary?

Eek.

F YOU MARY.

That is disturbing.

Annnnnnd I'm just going to fast forward through that scene of Sabrina getting surgery by Ambrose. Because I have medical vtsd and I don't want to add this weird thing onto it.

And it didn't work.

Show me Lilith's baby! I want to swoon too!

Ambrose there is 24 minutes and 46 seconds left in the episode something horrible is going to go wrong I just feel it. DO NOT DISSECT IT.

Caliban, I very much would like to throw you into the fiery pit, myself.

For one moment I literally thought that the statue dedicated to Hecate was of broccoli.

Prudence not remembering Roz. 😂

I want Prudence to eat her words about Roz being mortal.

I'm laughing with Marie. IN YOUR FACE PRUDENCE!

Nooooooo the kings are coming for Lilith's child.

Good looking Zelda's eyes after Lilith mentioned the baby she just delivered, I can't- !

OOOOOO power posing on the steps of the academy!

Every time they mentioned the babe I just keep thinking of the song Magic dance.

This is freaking awesome!

They ripped him apart with the pain of childbirth! 😂

Hilda just about skipped into the room to visit Lilith and her baby. 😂

Adam!

She's so proud of him biting her. XD

Lucas, if I were you I highly recommend you- yeah, you know what? Just run don't come back to greendale just run.

Am I the only one that finds this scene in biolab kind of triggering?

Oh my dirty, dirty mind.

My mom never let me and my siblings watch SpongeBob when we are kids because she thought it would rot our brains. Maybe Sabrina should just try that.

Oh, casually singing the song 16 going on 17.

Can someone get her a tissue please?

Nicki singing to her!

He's not over her, not at all.

She really does not look 16 anymore, could pass for 18 though.

That was kind of adorable though how she just starts singing that she's 16 going on 17.

Oh Lucas you've transferred to Riverdale? Poor soul.

Finally, Sabrina, you don't need a man!

The new Weird Sisters.

My heart aches a bit for Prudence because she lost both of her sisters.

Of course The Perverse is his favorite.

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stardust-22 · 4 years

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WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED (AU) CH.1/?

Got this prompt from the anon who wanted everyone’s reactions to Sabrina & Caliban getting married 😂 also might be in a couple of parts. First time publishing a fanfic, after reading so much over the years. Hope everyone likes this! This might be a little cheesy and canon compliant.

SUMMARY: Sabrina & Caliban worked together to find a cure for Roz. A proposal comes into play.

*Crossposted to AO3

CHAPTER 6 PART 1| CHAPTER 6 PART 2

CHAPTER 1: THE PROPOSAL

It’s only been a few hours since the world felt normal again. With the pagans cast out of Greendale, everything resumed as it was before.

After the time loop predicament, Sabrina was finally crowned Queen of Hell after winning the third challenge. But from what onlookers haven’t noticed is that’s not all that it seems to be.

*a few weeks earlier *

SABRINA POV

I was in the library with Caliban and we were researching how to save Roz. We weren’t exactly sure what happened to her, but she’s completely turned to stone. I had a feeling it had something to do with the pagans, but that can be figured out later.

“Why is it called the Pygmalion spell?” I asked Caliban, staring at him confused and stumped. He slowed down his pace and his gaze pierced into my soul.

“Don’t you know the myths of Pygmalion?” He asked, getting closer. I backed up slightly, not feeling entirely trusting of him.

“It was about a sculptor who carved a woman made out of ivory.” As I was listening to his explanation, he tore from my gaze, glancing away from me. After giving me a smile, he continued on with the story.

“Pygmalion fell in love with this statue and wished her alive.” This was the first time I’ve seen an actual smile from him. Caliban’s gaze immediately went back in my view.

“He made an offering to the gods, promising he’ll give up his greatest love, sculpting. In exchange when Pygmalion kisses the statue, she’ll turn into flesh,” he continued. I still feel Caliban’s gaze as I was still not looking back towards him.

I felt a tear running down my right eye. This story is reminding me of Nick and how he sacrificed himself for me. His experience with Lucifer really messed him up.

“That’s beautiful,” I said. I glanced then looked away from him again, realizing how weird it was that I was tearing up.

I heard Caliban ask me, “Why are you crying?” Confused, seeing me sad.

I shook my head and said, “you wouldn’t understand.” Nick’s sacrifice was weighing heavy on me, even though I told him not to do it. It was also kind of heartbreaking to me that Caliban had probably never experienced love.

Finally staring at him in the face after my mini-breakdown, I reply, “we have a spell to find.” Needing to gather up my thoughts, I stood up and started to leave the table. As I was walking, I heard Caliban saying how we need to discuss his proposal. Surprisingly, he still wants to talk about that. Such a persistent man. I thought, scoffing at him.

“Do you promise to consider?” He asked. I turned around and stopped to look at him to listen intently to what he had to say. I was feeling undecided.

“We could compete against each other to find the third item of the unholy regalia, Judas’ pieces of silver,” he continued. I smiled and nodded on for him to explain more.

Caliban quickly stood up from his spot with a book in hand to say, “We could work together to find it.” Why would he even want something like that?

“Who would win the throne in this case?” I said concerned.

“We both would.” He smirked while walking up towards me. “We could align, rule hell together.” This brought the widest smile to his face.

“Aligned?” I questioned him. I don’t want Caliban to harm the earth. But I also don’t know if I’m ready to rule Hell alone. I don’t want any input from Lucifer, and I or Caliban may be in danger depending on who wins.

“Get married,” he replies enthusiastically.

I’m aghast at what he just told me. My face probably said it all.

“Get married?!” I said incredulously.“I think we want different things, Caliban.” Why would he even ask that? I barely know him.

Caliban’s face was staring at me piercingly as he retorted with, “Are you certain with that?”

I took less than a moment before replying, “100% I don’t want to turn the earth into the 10th circle of hell, for starters.”

He argued back, “What if I took that off the table?” A serious look came over his face and he took a stride towards me, leaning very close to my face.

“Is this a negotiation?” I clapped back. “Because if so, I’m still not marrying you, Caliban. I just broke up with my boyfriend.” I’m honestly not sure if i’m ready for that kind of commitment, regardless of how he’s making me feel right now.

“Make me a counter offer then.” He taps his fingers on the book, closing his eyes. “And I’ll give you this spell that I just found.”

“Is that it?” I asked eagerly. “The Pygmalion Spell?”After I questioned him, he crossed his arms, shut the book, and held it to his side

Smirking, he said, “What would you trade me for it. To save your friend and stabilize the realms.” I had to roll my eyes at that statement.

“Are we seriously having this conversation right now,” I questioned, still incredulous over the proposal. I guess saying yes would make sense, but at what cost?

“A monarch must know to compromise,” he smirked.

“Well, as you suggested earth is off-limits. And no enslavement of anyone,” I say. That’s one boundary I refuse to compromise on with this Hell Prince.

Caliban turned around and started to walk back to the table of books that were skewed in stack, replying with, “Well, what do we do instead?”

I countered with, “we reformed the hell that already exists, but make it better. Work with heaven instead of against it, maybe,” I suggest.

Teasing me, he said,“work with heaven?! You think they would want to do that?” It doesn sound like a crazy idea, but I personally think it’s good to try. Plus, being the antichrist and half Archangel, I may have some leverage and might be able to get some angels to speak to me.

“Caliban, why do you even want to be king?” I asked him curiously. Being King must be something he was told he needed to attempt since the day of his creation. I wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it, but his motives had a chance of being altered if I just talked him in the right direction.

He closed his lips into a slim line before replying, “Same reason, you want to be queen. Power.” He didn’t seem entirely confident in his answer, so there must be some other reason I could get out of him later. However, power is a good enough reason as any to want something.

“I need certain things with you in writing first,” I told him, resulting in his smile.

“And to be clear, our alignment will be political, and not romantic.” Caliban’s face had crestfallen into a pout.

“Carnal,”he suggested with a hopeful smile, tilting his head.

“Not carnal,” I scoffed, walking away from him.

“Well if you just broke up with your boyfriend-” he started, fixing his posture quickly, forgetting about the book.

“We might get back together,”I said, promptly cutting him off. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to move on from Nick, despite how he treated me. I loved him, even though I know he doesn’t deserve me.

“Princess, if we worked together in the third challenge, Lilith nor your father will have claim to the throne.” His face was up towards mine, a few inches away. I turned my head away, until he lightly lifted my chin. I backed up a bit, hitting a bookshelf. If it wasn’t so dim in the library, he would have seen my cheeks turning rose.

“Will you standby with the agreement?” He seemed hopeful. While I wasn’t entirely convinced by his words, his alarmingly green eyes visibly softened towards me as he spoke. It was hard to resist leaning into him.

“I swear, with my blood, my heart and and my soul that I standby this agreement. Should I break your trust, I will allow for you to do away with me, returning me to my original form, burying me just outside pandemonium.” Caliban let go of my chin and placed both hands on my shoulders, his large frame juxtaposing mine. There was something about his eyes, words, and stance that made me feel that he was telling the truth.

I sighed, hoping I wouldn’t regret this.“Caliban, you said you were going to propose to me. So are you going to do this properly or should I?” I said jokingly, cracking a small smile at him. I will miss Nick for the rest of my life, but marrying Caliban is what is best for the world right now. I have more problems than to worry about someone who doesn’t love me.

I wasn’t quite being able to meet his gaze from how rampant my emotions were being. When I did look, his mouth was parted and his eyes were wide. He breathed out like I knocked the wind out of him, and his skin paled.

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Caliban POV

Upon hearing the last sentence that this angelic beauty said to me, I felt absolute shock. Specifically, the shock that THE Sabrina Morningstar, daughter of Hell itself, and my Queen, agreed to marry me. She makes me feel emotions I haven’t felt in my very long life, and I need to find out what they mean. The gravitation I feel towards her is so intense, like this was meant to be. I can’t explain why my heart yearns for her when she’s not there, even though I was born to be her enemy.

I started to kneel down on one knee and as I looked back up, I clasped Sabrina’s hands with mine and leaned my head close to her. Her eyes were sparkly and dark as Hell’s night sky. Gazing into them, I said, “Princess, I vow to always honor you and this gift you’ve given me. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Caliban I will,” she replied back.

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saber-wing · 4 years

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Breathe

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This was fucking bullshit.

Tony had tried everything. Drinking a glass of water had been a bust. Holding his breath just pissed him off, and nearly made him pass out after refusing to breathe for two minutes. He’d pulled on his tongue, which just made him look fucking stupid, and hadn’t worked.

Now he was foraging in the kitchen for a lemon, and for what? That wasn’t going to do anything either, why the hell would it? What kind of idiotic, backwater, essential oils-breathing fuck thought sucking on a lemon would get rid of the hiccups?

Hic.

Tony growled, pounding on his chest with an open palm. Three PhDs, and he couldn’t cure hiccups. What the hell was all this brain power for? Why be a genius if his body was going to do what it wanted anyway? There was no science in this!

Hic.

Science had failed him. For the last time.

Tony’s chest heaved, contracting around the arc reactor. Shit, that smarted. His ribs ached, and he was so done with this. The things you took for granted when you didn’t have a hunk of metal lodged in your sternum. Fucking hell.

Tony grasped blindly for one of the top cupboards. He jumped onto the counter with an irritated groan when he couldn’t reach, rummaging around inside for a moment.

He didn’t find a lemon, but there was lemon juice. Same thing, right?

Tony slid back onto the floor, contemplating the vial in his hand. Oh, how far the mighty hath fallen. He shrugged. Bottoms up.

It turned out not being as bad as he’d thought.

It was worse.

Tony gagged the instant the lemon juice hit his tongue, and fuck that was awful. Shit, this was gross. It was a bag of sour gummy worms, ground into liquid form, and used to torment his poor, abused taste buds.

He panted for a moment, tongue hanging out of his mouth. Oh, God, this was stupid. Shit, this had better work.

He waited. Waited. Waited. Wait-

Hic.

Well of course, it hadn’t worked. What was Tony, an idiot?

Feeling more than a little foolish, he stormed over to the sink, grasping at the spray nozzle along the side. He tugged it as far as the hose would go and sprayed the water directly into his mouth, contemplating what he could possibly have done to deserve how stupid this moment was.

The sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway stopped Tony dead in his tracks, and he glared over at it to find Steve propped against the frame, regarding him with what appeared to be equal parts confusion and puzzled amusement.

Tony let go of the spray nozzle and the hose retracted without preamble, settling into the sink moldings with a metallic clang. He gargled his last mouthful of water, spitting it into the nearest potted plant with an air of disgust. “What? Haven’t you ever seen a man drink out of the faucet before?”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Is that what that was?”

“That, my good sir, was whatever I claim it to be. I am a man of culture. I – “

Hic.

“Ugh,” Tony growled. “Son of a bitch.”

Steve, the daft bastard, had the audacity to laugh.

Tony stomped his way over to the man, balling up both fists and placing them on his hips. “You think this is funny, Rogers?”

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this,” Steve quipped with a gasp, wiping tears from his eyes. “They’re hiccups. You just have to wait them out.”

Tony screwed up his face into a mocking impression of Steve’s, voice dripping with disdain. “They’re hiccups, you just have to wait them out.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He appeared to be making a valiant effort to stop laughing, but like the horrible, insensitive deviant he was, he was failing. Miserably.

Hic.

Tony pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. He hated hiccups. He didn’t want to wait them out. He wanted them gone. Right now.

Hic.

Nobody told him what to do, least of all his own Judas of a body. Science yielded to Tony, not the other way around.

Tony fought to keep the grimace from his face. Clenched both fists to keep himself from gripping his chest. With his diminished lung capacity, these weren’t just annoying; they were painful. And while a little discomfort wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, he would still very much like it to stop.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Capsicle.” Tony was forced to hiccup again – they were coming harder and closer together now, and this time, he couldn’t keep from wincing.

Steve, who was still an asshole, but an annoyingly observant one, picked right up on it. His face softened. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t realize.” His brow creased with worry. “Are you okay?”

Tony shuffled his feet. “I’m fine,” he muttered to a spot on the wall, gazing at anything but his boyfriend’s stupid face. And he was. This just reminded him of not being able to breathe when his head was repeatedly shoved into a tub of water by a bunch of overzealous maniacs. And nope, Tony was not thinking about that. Tony was Not going there, with a capital ‘Not.’

Hic.

He gritted his teeth. Dug his fingernails into his palms. The air was crisp today, even inside the tower. He was close to the windows. Could feel the chill seeping through them. It was the dead of winter. Snowflakes were falling gently in the breeze.

It was cold. Overcast. Far from the sweltering heat of the dessert. He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there.

Hic.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut. Fought against the images assaulting his brain. He tried to take a breath, but they wouldn’t let him. They wouldn’t let him breathe. His lungs were burning, his chest seizing. They still had his head under, because Tony couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die, because he couldn’t breathe –

“Tony?”

He startled, violently.

Steve’s voice was soft, careful. When he finally managed to pry his eyes open, he had his hand outstretched, but he wasn’t touching Tony. He knew better than that. They’d been through this enough. “You with me, sweetheart?”

Tony wrapped his arms around himself. Gave Steve a jerky nod.

Hic. Fuck.

Steve moved closer, fingers not quite brushing his. “Is it okay to touch?”

Another jerky nod. Tony was trembling now. Shaking apart at the seams, and he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t -

Hic.

His chest heaved.

“Shh, easy Tony.” Steve tugged him into his arms. Held him flush against his chest. “Easy. It’s okay.”

“I can’t breathe. I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Look at me.” Steve cupped his cheek, tilting Tony’s head up. “Just follow me. Feel my chest. In, out.” Steve’s chest rose and fell; heavy, exaggerated. “Just like that. You can do it.”

Tony struggled to match his lover’s movements—breath hitching, hands shaking.

Hic.

“Shh. In, out. That’s it, you’ve got it. Breathe with me, baby. In, out.”

Tony took a stuttering breath. Another. Then another.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood like that. Steve held him through the tremors. Through the stupid fucking hiccups. He just held him, without expectation. Without being asked. Tony could feel Steve’s heart pounding beneath his, and it wasn’t enough, not quite. It didn’t take the pain away. But it kept his feet on the ground, and that had to be better than nothing, because it was all he had.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck with his thumb. Kissed the top of his head. “Okay?”

Hic.

Tony nodded against his collar bone, winding his arms more tightly around Steve’s waist. He wasn’t ready to let go. Wasn’t ready for anything that didn’t include falling into him.

Steve kissed the side of his face. The curve of his jaw. “Wanna go cuddle on the couch?”

Another nod.

Steve gathered him up without a word.

Later, Tony would have time to be embarrassed. He’d have time to come back down to Earth. To beat himself up for not being better. Not being stronger. Not being more. He’d have time to think of his triggers, of how idiotic they were, and wonder when they’d stop. Wonder if they’d ever leave him in peace, or if he would always be reduced to this: a wreck, over a case of the hiccups. A hunkering, shivering mess.

Tony hid his face in Steve’s shirt, blinking back tears. There had to be more than this. He was more than this. He was more than they’d made him. More than a man who’d been un-made.

He’d remake himself: as many times as it took. Tony was good at making things.

He’d make it better.

For now, he’d just breathe.

#stony #stony fanfiction #fluff #angst #humor #drama #yes it is all of those things #this one did what it wanted #it started with a sweet innocent hiccups prompt #how did it end up like this #super husbands #steve x tony

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Jar Of Dirt Chapter 7: Swiss [Starker Fanfiction NSFW/18+]

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Sex Toys, Anal Penetration, Hand Jobs, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Subspace, Multiple Orgasms, Name-Calling. Other warnings: Tony's having anxious feelings about the events that went down in the last chapter.

All Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ... Masterpost (More to come!)

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Chapter 7: Swiss The first thing Tony does when he wakes up the next morning is grabbing his phone and Peter’s AirPods to go through the security footage from last night. He knew something was off about the story Peter told him about kicking out a ‘random drunk dude’, but he hadn’t wanted to pry during the party. Peter’s still snoring softly and drooling on his pillow. Tony scoots closer, enjoying his warmth. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., show me all security footage that includes Peter from last night at triple speed.” He stares at the screen intently. Everything seems to be perfectly fine at first. Peter’s laughing, having fun and hanging out with his aunt and some of the Avengers. But a few minutes in, he spots him. “Real-life speed, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” he whispers and the recordings slow down. His heart thumps in his chest as he watches Beck walk up to his boyfriend with that smug grin on his lips. No. No, no, no. How did he even get into the Tower?

His blood runs cold, and horrified, he listens to all the filth the man throws at Peter. The offer, the degrading comments about Peter’s motivation to be with Tony, the sexual insinuations. He sees how badly Peter’s trying to hold himself together, trying to stay in charge of the situation. He watches Peter force the man to the elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y. switches shots. Tony’s jaw is clenched for the entirety of the time Peter and Beck spend in the elevator. Anxious for something to happen. "Ah…” Beck coos. “He hasn’t told you yet, has he?” Tony’s pretty sure he hasn’t blinked since Beck showed up in the footage, but now he feels the tears prick in the corners of his dried eyes. He dreads what’s coming next. What Peter is going to say. The elevator doors open and Peter remains unmoved. “Get out.” Tony closes his eyes, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. His breathing is shaky and his chest is tight. Peter’s in control. Not Beck. Quentin is not pulling the strings like he did when Tony was still with him. He sniffs once and bites the inside of his cheek, opening his eyes again to watch Beck step outside the elevator. “I’ll be looking forward to your pretty moans.” Beck laughs and walks towards the front door, blowing Peter a kiss. “Ruuffffff!”

Tony turns the screen off and lets his head hang back, taking a deep breath and removing the AirPods from his ears before turning towards Peter, sneaking an arm around his waist. Peter shifts, closer into the embrace in his sleep. Tony stares at the young man, so peacefully lying here in his arms. He can’t believe Beck came here. He can’t believe he had the guts to talk shit to his boyfriend. However, an immense surge of pride washes over him as well for how Peter told this man off. He handled it so well. Not letting the awful words get the better of him.

“You’re really living up to his perverted tendencies, aren’t ya?” Beck’s voice echoes in his mind. “Ruufffff!”

Tony feels sick. Nauseous. He hasn’t seen the man in nearly a decade, and Tony doesn’t like how Beck still creeps under his skin, scaring him. Making him feel insecure and taken advantage of. He doesn’t like how the man’s voice makes him doubt everything. Is Beck right? Is Tony an old creep for being with Peter? No matter how much he loves having sex with him, it isn't about that at all. He loves Peter for who he is, even if they wouldn't get sexual. Is that still considered perverted?

At breakfast, Peter suddenly puts his spoon down and looks up at Tony. His eyes are so serious that it has Tony on edge instantly. “Tony?” Peter takes a deep breath. “You know that, uhm, I’m not with you for your money, right?”

Oh. Shit.

Tony bites down his lip and tries to keep the sudden surge of emotions under control. God. He’s such a wreck today. Peter had seemed rather unfazed by Beck’s tirade, but of course Tony should’ve known it would get to him more than he’d show. “Baby, of course I know that. Do you know just how hard it is to spoil you?” Tony speaks, trying to think about how to break it to him that he knows about Beck. He should just say it to him right out. “I watched the security footage this morning. I saw, uhm, Beck.” Peter’s expression falters. “You watched it, why?” “You’re bad at keeping secrets, kid,” Tony jokes, trying to keep the conversation as light-hearted as he can. He doesn’t want to drag the boy down into his inner mess. Peter scoffs. “I am not!” “Honey, you told me to try the whiskey I’d been drinking all night.” “Okay, maybe a little,” the boy confesses, his face a strange mixture between a goofy grin and the weight of the situation flashing across his eyes.

Tony realizes that this is the moment he should stop hiding. Peter is - funny enough - the most mature boyfriend he’s ever had. He has to tell Peter the whole story. He deserves it. “I’m very proud of you, Peter. For how you handled him.” “God. Mr. Stark. I wanted to punch him so bad.” “You did well, sweetie.” Tony takes a deep breath. “Beck’s manipulated me throughout our entire relationship. When I saw him walking towards you in the footage, I- I was scared.” “He’s an asshole.” “Took me a couple of years to realize that.” “Years?” Peter asks, carefully. Tony had shortly mentioned his exes before but he’s never elaborated on them. He always told Peter they should only focus on what they had going on right now. That that was the most important thing. “Even after he left I thought it was all my fault. You know?” Tony hates how unsteady his voice sounds, but he has to push through. Peter deserves to know the full story now. “Sometimes, I still think that. Of course, in hindsight I can see how abusive and toxic he was. He’s very manipulative; made me do things I didn’t want to do. When I said no, he’d push through or tell me he’d leave if I didn’t. When I finally told him what I liked, he ran off to the media to go public about it.” Tony looks down, almost reliving that moment. “I figured out what he was up to and could shut it down just in time.”

Peter slides off his chair and walks towards Tony, hugging him from behind tightly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Tony,” he whispers. “But he’s wrong about everything he said last night. I’m here. And I love you.” Tony closes his eyes, reaching up to pull Peter in closer. “He’s delusional,” the boy continues. “With the whole barking thing he did? As if I’m your dog or something like that.” Peter scoffs. Tony swallows at the hurtful stab in his chest. Oh, if only Peter knew. “Please, don’t let his comments get to you,” Peter says quietly. “You don’t have to tell me or try anything you’re not ready for. Once you are, I promise you I will stick with you,” Peter pauses. “Literally.” Tony’s surprised laugh fills the room. “You’re perfect, baby. Thank you.” “Mmmmh, you’re going to love me even more when I give you your birthday present!”

Tony had nearly forgotten about his birthday today and he breaks out into a grin. He would push away whatever happened with Beck last night, for now. “Oh, now you got me curious,” he grins. “Wait. Right here. I’ll get it for you!” The boy runs towards their bedroom and Tony shakes his head happily at the sudden enthusiasm. When he comes back, there’s a large-squared present in his lover’s hands. He pushes Tony’s breakfast aside and places the present in front of him. “Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers and Tony grins at the nickname, definitely not minding it. “I-I hope you like it.” “I like everything you give me.” Tony tugs the present a bit closer and sees there’s a note.

For the sweetest, quirkiest and most handsome man, I’ve ever met in my entire life. I love you. May this present bring us even closer. -X Peter

Tony slowly tears the bright red wrapping paper and once he takes it off, his jaw drops. There’s a stack of old records. Black Sabbath - of course, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Rammstein, Adam Ant - Tony snickers at that one - God, that brings him back, Dead Moon, The Cramps- Oh! , Nine Inch Nails. “Pete,” Tony says breathlessly. “How’d you get these? This must’ve cost you a fortune!” He slowly shakes his head, eyes wide. Tony could snap his fingers and these records would be delivered right to his doorstep. Whatever this cost, to Peter it’s a lot. “Do you like it?” Peter leans on the counter, resting his head in his hands. His eyes gleam hopefully and Tony breaks into a smile. “Kid- this… I don’t know what to say.” “YES!” Peter jumps, startling Tony. “There’s only so many times I got you speechless, so I’m counting this as a win!” Tony laughs and moves to grab Peter’s hands. The boy turns to him and his bright smile has Tony’s heart flutter. “I- I can’t let you pay for these, kid.” “Shush!” Peter pouts like a child. “I didn’t spend every free second of last week on Craigslist for you to just throw money at me again. It’s a gift, Mr. Stark! Take it!” Tony raises his hand to caress the boy’s cheek. Peter instinctively closes his eyes and leans into Tony’s touch. "Besides," Peter smiles. "-your present is slightly self-indulging. I want to listen and dance to all of these together. Like I said on the note, these albums will bring us closer."

“That's an amazing idea," Tony whispers. "Still, let me give you something else too…” Tony mumbles. “Like what?” Peter mutters back, not opening his eyes. “Well!” Tony steps back and lets go of Peter suddenly, startling the boy. “Wait here.” “Mr. Sta-” Before Peter can protest, Tony makes his way behind the kitchen counter and grabs their Jar of Dirt from a cabinet. They’d hidden it for the party, but Peter’s dick twitches in his pants already, a slight Pavlovian response to seeing the jar again. Tony unscrews the lid and puts it on the counter, but instead of putting his hand in, he turns again, opening a drawer and taking out a folded piece of paper. Peter curiously watches Tony’s shenanigans as he sits down on the barstool, pushing away his bowl of now soggy cereal.

Tony grins and cocks his head. When he speaks again, it’s dramatic. Acted. Old-timey. Peter smiles. It’s funny. “Oh, I think it is time for us to get another piece of paper from the jar. Don’t you think so too? Peter?” The man leans in and gives Peter an over the top wink. Peter can’t help but laugh. This is silly. But he’s enjoying it. He loves seeing this side of Tony. When the older man stands up straight again, he presents the piece of folded paper he got out of the drawer and with a swift motion he brings his hand with the paper into the jar. He immediately pulls it out again, not even touching the other ones resting in it. “Now, would you look at that! We pulled out a whole, brand new kink for us to explore!” Peter hides his face in his hands, shaking his head, unable to stop smiling. Tony’s a dork. His dork. Fuck, he loves this man.

Tony presents the folded piece of paper to Peter in both hands, with a small bow, head bent down. Peter shakes his head again and takes the paper from Tony’s hands. “You’re unbelievable, Mr. Stark,” he chuckles. Tony stands up straight and proudly angles his chin up. “I aim to be.” He shifts again, holding a butler pose and nodding to Peter. “Now, if you would do us the honors of reading what’s on the paper?” Peter looks down at the note as he twists it between his fingers. He carefully opens it, occasionally glancing up to watch Tony’s expression. The man looks at Peter with wide, excited eyes. Peter can’t help but feel excited as well. Whatever Tony has planned, it must be good. He’s never been this hyped to try out one of his kinks before. Call it a breakthrough. Peter finally looks down at the piece of paper, his mouth dry with anticipation. However, he frowns when he reads the note.

Swissy.

“Um… Tony?” “Yeees?” Tony’s voice shifts in pitch as he answers. He’s nearly buzzing with excitement. “What’s… Swissy?” “Ah!” Tony exclaims, raising both hands above his head, palms aimed at the ceiling. “Boy, am I glad you asked.” Tony bends down, completely in his element, to open another cabinet door and out comes a black, square box about the size of a small picture frame. He places it on the counter, slowly pushing it towards Peter with a smirk. The boy eyes the box cautiously and he puts down the piece of paper. “Tony, it’s your birthday. I’m not taking any presents from you.” Tony stands up straight and cocks an eyebrow. “Trust me, sweet thing, when I say this going to be as much of a present to me as it is to you.” “How so?” Tony nods at the box. “Just open it.”

Peter slowly moves his hands towards the box, letting his fingers glide over the soft material. He catches Tony biting his lip from the corner of his eye and Peter’s breath hitches in his throat. God, this must be really good. It opens like a jewelry box, the padding inside holding a... Black cube? Peter stares at it for a little bit, trying to figure it out. Nothing about it seems to make sense, though. “...What am I looking at?” “Right!” Tony walks around the counter to stand next to Peter and he gestures at the box with one hand. “That-” he nods. “-is something I have been working on for a little bit.” “Okay, but what is it?” Peter has to look up, as he’s still sitting on the stool and Tony looks down at him, giving him a loving smile. “It’s a.. Toy.” Peter’s eyes go wide and Tony smiles triumphantly. “Or, I’d say the toy.” Peter licks his lips and he looks back at the matte black cube. “It’s a dildo, a vibe, a plug, yada, yada, anything I want it to be.” The way Tony enunciates the fact that he decides what the toy is, makes Peter shiver. “It’s basically a Swiss army knife, but, without the knives. Hence why I decided to endearingly call it the Swissy.” The older man chuckles darkly. ”We’re going to have a lot of fun with this.”

Peter turns to look Tony in the eye again and the billionaire could take his boy right then and there. The hungry look on Peter’s face is making Tony slightly dizzy. The older man shifts to stand behind Peter, who squirms in his seat. His hands rest on the boy’s shoulders, softly squeezing them, massaging them until they relax. Tony leans in and presses a feather kiss on Peter’s ear. The boy shivers under his touch and Tony smirks. “Go on, sweet boy. Take it out,” he whispers. Peter stares at the cube for a few seconds before carefully removing it out of the padding. He turns and twists it in his hands, studying it, trying to see anything distinguishable on it, while Tony continues to massage Peter’s neck and shoulders. Peter pulls a face. It’s still just a black cube with a rubbery texture.

“How does it work?” Peter asks quietly, a little dazed from Tony’s attention. Tony presses a soft kiss on top of Peter’s head and closes his eyes. He presses his fingers into Peter’s shoulders when he replies. “Squeeze it, love.” Goosebumps rise all over Peter’s body and he does as told, slightly squeezing the cube. Out of nowhere, lines light up, bright blue. Peter stares at it in awe. He sighs disappointed when Tony’s hands disappear from his shoulders so he can stand next to Peter again. He grabs his phone and unlocks it with a mischievous look on his face. “Hmm… What do I want you to try out first?” “You’re telling me you can control this thing with your phone?” “Oh yeah. Every time you’ll squeeze it, I get to choose what you’ll be playing with” Peter feels hot all over at the idea of Tony being in charge of him even at a distance. This is going to take their phone sex to a whole new level, shit. “Ah!” Tony exclaims and taps something on his phone. Peter gasps when the cube moves in his hands, within milliseconds, he’s holding a slightly arched dildo. Another tap from Tony on his screen and the toy starts to buzz. “Wow. Tony.” Peter chuckles. “You made this, for me?” “I sure did. Was worth all the extra lab hours for sure. You like it, kid?” “I- I do.”

Tony taps his phone again, and again, showing Peter everything that the toy - Swissy - can do. By the time all features, a whopping 27 of them, have been explained, Peter has a damp spot in his sweatpants. And it didn’t go unnoticed. Tony leans over Peter from behind, resting his head on his shoulder and creeping his arm around Peter’s waist. The young man jolts when Tony cups his hard on, his thumb rubbing slow circles. “Anything you’d like to try, boy?” Tony nibbles on Peter’s ear, causing him to whine and buck his hips in the hopes of gaining more friction against the billionaire’s hand. Peter nods slightly. “Y-yes, daddy,” he moans. “But- it’s your birthday. You pick.” Tony grins against Peter’s hair, his other hand finding its way under Peter’s shirt to slowly tweak his nipple. He increases the pressure on Peter’s dick and Peter screws his eyes shut, trying to hold back another whine. “Ohh,” Tony coos. “So good for me, Peter. Such a lovely, good boy.”

“Mhm,” is all Peter can muster up to say. He absentmindedly starts rolling his hips in the chair. Tony takes his hand off Peter’s nipple to grab his phone and change Swissy’s shape. Peter’s eyes are fixated on the toy in his hands and his lip quivers when he sees what it’s turned into. Tony then tugs on Peter’s dick through his sweats. “Get up,” he orders. Peter complies fast, nearly knocking over the stool on his way up. Tony immediately presses his own hard-on against Peter’s ass. “Take off that hoodie,” he growls. “Stop hiding your pretty body.” Tony’s free hand grabs the Swissy from Peter’s hands and the boy undresses swiftly, not wanting to waste a second. Tony caresses Peter’s soft, bare skin, leaving hot, wet kisses on his shoulder blades as he continues to tease Peter’s hard cock.

“Daddy-” Peter whimpers. “I know, baby, I know…” Tony coos lovingly. “Let me help with those pants. But first…” Tony pushes Peter over the counter with the hand that’s holding the Swissy. “Down, boy.” Peter shudders and obeys, feeling the cold, granite countertop sting his skin, making his nipples hard. Peter’s arms hang limp next to him and he angles his head sideways, whining when Tony lets go of his dick. Tony caresses every inch of Peter’s back, making his way down to the waistband of the sweatpants. He hooks his fingers in and starts pushing down, a surge of arousal shooting through him when he finds the boy isn’t wearing underwear. “Such a naughty boy,” Tony moans, squeezing Peter’s ass with one hand, making Peter whimper. “You knew you were going to get fucked again today, didn’t you? Even though I already destroyed your pretty, little hole yesterday?” Peter whines, closing his eyes. “Y-yes, daddy. I just need you so bad, feels so good- please touch me.” Tony kisses one of Peter’s buttcheeks and then stands up straight to give it a gentle, but hard smack. Peter jolts forward on the counter, an obscene moan echoing against the walls.

“Peter, Peter…” Tony looks down and rubs the spot he just hit with his palm. “I will only really touch you once you make it to the bed.” Peter frowns, unsure what it means, but then Tony’s fingers slide towards Peter’s crack. “Open wide.” Peter arches his back as far as he can, pushing his butt towards Tony and instinctively unclenching. “Good boy.” Tony contemplates opening Peter up first, but that would be against what he just said. Instead, he decides to immediately go for it and gently push in the Swissy. He knew it’d been a good idea to make the toy self-lubricating. Peter moans unsatisfied. The Swissy’s current shape isn’t very big, so it doesn’t exactly fill him up the way he’d want. Tony lets go of Peter completely, which leaves him feeling naked and alone. He senses the billionaire walks away from him and he opens his eyes to see only to find Tony standing in front of the bedroom door, phone in hand. He taps a few buttons and Peter’s cock jolts with arousal when the Swissy starts buzzing inside of him. Directly against his prostate. “OH!” Peter pushes himself into the counter with wide eyes and an opened mouth as he stares at Tony, who smirks mischievously. Peter’s eyes roll back in their sockets as he absentmindedly thrusts into nothing, feeling the vibrator buzz through his entire body. “Remember what I said, Peter.” Tony cocks an eyebrow. The boy opens his eyes, a pleading look on his face, but he does recall daddy’s words.

“I will only really touch you once you make it to the bed.”

Peter has to make his way to the bedroom by himself, knowing Tony will be ruthless. He’s still holding his phone, thumb at the ready and a dazed smile crawls onto Peter’s face. This man is unreal. Peter slowly scrambles upright, using his hands to find balance on the counter. The gentle buzzing shows no sign of slowing down and Peter takes a deep breath before letting go, so he can take his steps towards Tony. “Color?” Tony’s voice is distant, but present and goosebumps spread over Peter’s entire body. “Green,” he moans in reply. He realizes he shouldn’t have said that so soon, because suddenly the vibrator increases to an incredibly high setting and Peter gasps, locking up his joints and muscles. After a few seconds, Tony releases him and the boy stumbles, barely able to stand upright. The buzzing is gentle again. But never gone. When he manages to take two more small steps with his eyes shut, he is attacked with mind blowing pleasure yet again and this time his legs give in. He crashes to the ground, landing on his hands and knees and moans loudly as he arches, pushing his butt away from him, unable to get the friction he’s so desperately longing for..

“That feel good, boy?” “P-please-” Peter whimpers. “C-can’t move-” his body convulses when Tony brings the setting down for less than a second, almost immediately throwing it back up to even higher than it was before. Peter wails, precum dripping from his cock onto the floor as he tries to move forward. He knows Tony will never allow him to come on the floor like this. He has to get to the bed to find release. He has to. Tony dials it down again, enough for Peter to open his eyes slightly. Tony’s still at the door. Waiting for him. Peter puts his foot down on the floor, aiming to stand up, but when he tries to, Tony throws the vibrator back up once again. The boy is stuck on his knees, pressing his chin against his chest. He gasps for breath, head swimming with incoherent thoughts.

The billionaire brings the vibrations down again, but Peter knows better than to stand up now. There’s nothing more he wants in the world than to be in Tony’s arms now. To be touched by him. And Peter will only be able to get to him if he stays down. He’s going to have to crawl. God, this is humiliating, but fuck, does it feel good. Peter puts one hand in front of the other, slowly making his way over the dark tiled floor. Instead of heavy, short bursts, Tony increases the vibrations gradually. The closer Peter gets to daddy, the more pleasure he feels.

Tony is fighting himself on the inside. Cause, shit, his little slut looks so good for him. On his knees, crawling towards daddy. He never meant to put Peter in this position, but he can’t help himself. The boy is loving this, Tony can see it in his eyes. They’re both drunk with pleasure and lust. Tony relishes in the power he has over Peter. How perfectly the boy surrenders to him. He can’t wait for Peter to make it to the bed. Peter blinks fast as he makes his way to his daddy, his mouth dry from gasping and panting. When he nearly reaches Tony, he whines as the man walks into the bedroom instead of taking Peter’s stretched out hand. Tony leaves the door open and sits down on the side of the bed, patting Peter’s spot with an open palm. Smirking intently.

Peter could get there within a second if he could just collect himself. But… He’s not sure if he wants to. His leaking cock is leaving a trail of little drops on the floor and this it’s taking all of his willpower to keep himself together. And it feels so good to be on his knees for daddy. The look on Tony’s face tells Peter how much this turns the older man on. Skipping it because his spider powers could allow him to was out of the question. Peter continues his journey, occasionally having to pause when Tony decides to turn up the vibrations. There’s a sheen of sweat on his body and he smiles triumphantly when he reaches out and feels the sheets with his fingers. He made it. Peter crawls up the bed, whimpering as the toy moves inside him, his aching cock screaming at him to be touched. Tony’s undressed now, Peter doesn’t recall seeing him get out of his clothes, but then again, he was a little preoccupied.

“Well done, Peter,” Tony says with a smile. The boy drops himself face first into the pillows, gasping for air when the vibrations stick on a low setting. “Why don’t you turn on your back for me? I want to show you what you do to me.” Tony’s voice is deep, dripping arousal with each word. Peter complies and turns to his back, hands to his sides. Tony makes his way to sit on top of him, legs either side. He doesn’t sit down, though, leaving Peter untouched. The boy whines but Tony stops him by crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Their mouths open and their tongues dance. Peter can still taste the orange Tony ate for breakfast on his lips.

Tony lets go suddenly and sits up straight again. His hand was already stroking his own cock, but now Peter can see it. Right in front of his face. Tony is jerking himself off. He still has his phone in his other hand and he sighs breathlessly. Tony groans as he throws his head back. “Can’t stop touching myself,” he growls. “You know whose fault that is?” When Peter wants to reply, Tony throws up the vibrations again, causing Peter to jolt involuntarily and buck his hips up. “M-Mine!” “That’s right, boy.” Tony sets the vibrations to a medium-high setting, watching Peter squirm under him, not finding any friction or release. All he can do is moan and pant and watch Tony’s hand pump his own shaft. “You are truly a sight, sweet slut.” Tony grins, rolling his hips mid-air, loving how Peter’s eyes are glued to his cock. The boy’s mouth is open and he twitches constantly, the vibrator teasing him non stop. “Bet you want me to fuck your face?” Peter’s eyes roll back and he nods frantically as he tries to thrust his hips up. “Yes, daddy, want your c-cock, need it. Fill me- please, anywhere!” Precum trickles down Tony’s dick at Peter’s words. “Fuck! No, you’re not getting me today-” he growls. “I already gave you the Swissy, you’re just gonna watch me now.” “W-watch-” Peter repeats mindlessly. He sounds out of it, and Tony moans. “That’s right, slut. You won’t be coming until I’m done.” Tony’s hand goes faster and faster, desperately trying to reach that sweet release. “Make me cum, Peter, use your words.”

Peter licks his lips. As much as he wants to look at Tony’s face right now, his eyes are stuck on the billionaire’s crotch. His dick is long, hard, thick and dripping precum and it must be throbbing and twitching in Tony’s hands just like Peter’s dick is throbbing and twitching against his abdomen and oh, god! “Fuck, daddy, look so hot on top of me-” Peter manages to get out. “Please, show your pretty slut your come, come all over me, daddy, cover me!” ��SHIT!” Tony didn’t expect to last this short but Peter is so beautiful and his words are so filthy and Tony’s hand around his cock is pumping so fast and now he’s spilling his seed all over Peter’s upper body and face. The man jolts when he sees Peter open his mouth to try and catch some of it. The image is bored into Tony’s mind, knowing he’s going to use that exact memory to get off the coming week. That and the footage F.R.I.D.A.Y. takes of them. Peter knows about it. Agreed to it if he got to watch it too, yet he rarely asks for it.

Peter slurps obscenely, cleaning his lips with his tongue and innocently looking up at his daddy as he still twitches from the vibrator buzzing in his ass. Tony can barely hold himself up, so he leans down to kiss Peter. The boy moans when Tony starts licking his face, getting rid of his own cum with his tongue. “So good for me, Peter,” he groans as he sucks a hickey on Peter’s neck. “D-daddy-” the boy whines. Tony smiles. “Yes, sweetheart, I think it’s time for your reward.” He repositions himself slightly, shifting back so he can kneel between Peter’s legs. The boy’s thighs resting on his own, causing his pelvis to tilt forward just the right amount. Perfect for Tony to reach and feel wherever he wishes. “Hmmm, look how messy you are, sweetness.” Tony whispers, trailing his fingers through the cum staining on the boy’s chest. Dragging it along the taut, strong muscles. He doesn’t waste too much time teasing, Peter deserves to be touched. He curls his fingers around the base of Peter’s cock and starts pumping at dazzling speeds right away. “O-OH!” “How’s that feel, hmmm?” “D-Don’t stop. Mr. Stark. F-fuck!” The boy’s shaking underneath his touch, bucking his hips wildly at the slight overstimulation. He’s seen the boy reach his peak so often now that he knows that he’s just seconds away from coming. But Tony doesn’t stop. Instead, he reaches for the vibrator with his free hand, fucking Peter with it. Peter’s panting, gasping for air and when Tony angles the vibrator slightly up, a silent cry leaves the boy’s lips. His entire body arches, shuddering, when his come mingles with Tony’s on his chest. Then, he slumps down and rides through the rest of his high. Tony slows his movements down, but he’s not stopping entirely, leaving the boy a whimpering mess.

“Remember you told me how you can multiple times, baby?” Peter’s eyes widen. Fuck. Oh fuck. He chuckles breathlessly. Yes, yes he can come multiple times in a row. But his orgasms never hit him as hard when he’s alone. He’s so spent, so fucked-out already. Yet, his cock is still stirring in his lover’s warm grip. He feels embarrassed to admit, but yes, he does want to go at it again. “Gonna get the last drop out of your pretty cock, baby.” Tony growls, and slowly, very slowly, starts building up again. “Give it to me. Ask me for it, honey.” “Please, daddy!” “What’s that now?” “Please, can I come again?” The boy’s cheeks are flushed, hands gripping onto the headboard to steady himself when Tony drives the vibrator into him faster and faster. Little beads of sweat rise up to the boy’s chest, his body just taking whatever’s thrown at it. “Good boy, you make daddy so happy. Love watching your pretty face when you come.” “S-so close already!” “I know, daddy knows.” He lets go of Peter for a hot second - relishing in the whine that leaves his lover’s lips. He spits into his own hand and grips the boy’s hard cock again, making it more slick and pleasurable for Peter.

Peter whimpers when Tony touches him again, he’s so goddamn close. He doesn’t know how to speak anymore. Has lost control over all his movements. He just lets his body guide him. Lets Tony guide him. Pleasure rushes through his veins, burning all over his skin and making him shiver. “Come,” Tony’s voice hits him, hard. His body obeys, releasing yet another load of his come all over his abdomen, clenching around the vibrator which is still stimulating his prostate without pause. He’s trying to catch his breath, but Tony doesn’t give him time. His hands start speeding up again. Drawing another orgasm from him. And another. And another.

Peter feels how he’s slowly spacing out, completely overwhelmed and his Spidey-sense so thoroughly overstimulated that it gives in completely. There are colors everywhere around him. A rainbow surrounds him. Envelopes him. He’s lying on pink clouds. The experience makes him so bubbly and happy that he laughs, reaching out for the hues in front of him. “M-Mr. Stark. Do you see all these pretty colors? I-I…” Suddenly there’s a shiny blue light coming from the center of his vision and he gasps, trying to touch it. “Careful, kid,” comes Tony’s steadying voice and Peter groans, slowing down his movements. His fingers graze across something smooth and slightly cold, sending him another jolt of pleasure through his fingertips. Right next to the smooth surface, he feels something warmer. Softer. Tony’s skin. He loses himself in the sensations around him. The dancing colors, the encouraging words that he hears in the back of his head. Good boy, so pretty, so proud. His skin tingles and burns and everything just feels so perfect that it makes him want to cry. He’s vaguely aware of the dizzying sensation in his crotch, how it doesn’t seem to stop. He doesn’t want it to stop. Ever.

“Baby,” comes a soft, gentle voice out of nowhere. Peter blinks, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. “Right here, sweetness.” His eyes flutter open this time, and he groans when the bright daylight hits him. He feels so disoriented and he takes a deep breath. After a few seconds, he slowly starts to make out Tony’s face and he smiles, still very much dazed out. “Hi, Tony,” he slurs and giggles at the happy feeling in his chest. He moves and frowns, how did he get this sticky? Slowly, his memories seep back into his mind. The present Tony got for him. The crawling.

Oh.

“Peter, how are you feeling?” Tony’s voice is sweet and caring and Peter feels a deep satisfaction settle in his chest. “Incredible.” “You came so much, baby. You came eight times in a row, I’m so proud of you,” Tony whispers, cradling him from the side. Peter smiles, closing his eyes again and snuggling closer into the man’s chest. He’s still at a loss for words, but the impact of the situation is definitely dawning upon him. He just completely lost himself. His senses kicked into overdrive so hard that he’d hit more than just his subspace. Now that he thinks about it, he remembers everything. Not every second, but he does recall the things that went down. How Tony completely lost it as well, releasing himself all over Peter’s chest. It makes his eyes sting with tears. A few weeks ago, Tony’d been hiding himself. Now he asked Peter to watch. Deliberately showing off his pleasure. The pleasure Peter gave him. “I love you, Tony,” he speaks quietly, “-so much.” He can’t help the tears from actually spilling from his eyes now and he sniffs. Tony holds him closely. “I love you too, Peter. My sweet baby boy.” “Don’t let me go,” he pleads, “-please.” “I won’t. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

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Adore You - Harry Styles (2019) // you’re wonder, under summer sky // All About That Bass – Meghan Trainor (2014) // every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top // Alone Again – Betty Who (2014) // when it rains it pours and you drown me out // Anything Could Happen – Ellie Goulding (2012) // letting darkness grow, as if we need it's palette and we need it's color // Bad Girls - M.I.A. (2012) // leaving boys behind ‘cause it’s illegal just to kill // Bitch Better Have My Money - Rihanna (2015) // your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car // Blank Space – Taylor Swift (2014) // darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream // Bloodbuzz Ohio – The National (2010) // I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees // Bo$$ – Fifth Harmony (2014) // boss. Michelle Obama. purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas // Boy Problems - Carly Rae Jepsen (2015) // I think I broke up with my boyfriend today and I don't really care // Boys - Charli XCX (2017) // I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby // Butterflies - Kacey Musgraves (2018) // I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis // Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen (2011) // before you came into my life I missed you so bad // Call Your Girlfriend – Robyn (2010) // don't you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed // Canyon Moon - Harry Styles (2019) // doors yellow, broken, blue // Chandelier – Sia (2014) // I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry // Cherry - Harry Styles (2019) // I confess I can tell that you are at your best, I'm selfish so I'm hating it // Circles - Post Malone (2019) // we couldn't turn around, 'til we were upside down // C’mon - Panic! At the Disco and Fun. (2011) // feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole, falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone // C’Mon – Kesha (2012) // feeling like a saber-tooth tiger sipping on a warm budweiser // Cruise (Remix) - Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly (2012) // she was sippin' on southern and singin' Marshall Tucker, we were falling in love in the sweet heart of summer // Daddy Lessons - Beyonce ft. Dixie Chicks (2017) // it’s your song // Dark Fantasy – Kanye West (2010) // too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low // Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco (2016) // the lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live? // Demons- Sleigh Bells (2012) // They're gonna stand em up six by six by six // Diane - Cam (2017) // And all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you // Diane Young – Vampire Weekend (2013) // you torched a Saab like a pile of leaves // Downtown - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Eric Nally, Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Kool Moe Dee (2016) // neighbors yelling at me like, you need to slow down going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out, mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down // End of the Day - One Direction (2015)// I told her that I loved her, just not sure if she heard. the roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word, party died downstairs, had nothing left to do just me, her and the moon // Fireproof – One Direction (2015) // riding on the wind and I won't give up // ***Flawless – Beyonce ft. Nicki Minaj (2013) // mayday, mayday, earth to bitches // Follow Your Arrow - Kacey Musgraves (2013) // if you save yourself for marriage, you're a bore. if you don't save yourself for marriage, you're a whore-able person // Formation - Beyonce (2016) // always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper // Forrest Gump – Frank Ocean (2012) // my fingertips and my lips, they burn from the cigarettes // Freaks and Geeks – Childish Gambino (2011) // I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer, in the back of the bush, like Gavin Rossdale's drummer // Gay Pirates - Cosmo Jarvis (2011) // and I hope they didn't tie up your hands as tight as mine. I'll see you on the bed of this blue ocean, babe, sometime // Get Lucky – Daft Punk ft. Pharrell Williams (2013) // the present has no ribbon, your gift keeps on giving // Glory - Bastille (2016) // and then you put your hand in mine and pulled me back from things divine, stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried // Good Grief - Bastille (2016) // caught off guard by your favourite song, I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral // Green Light - Lorde (2017) // I whisper things, the city sings them back to you // Grown - Little Mix (2015) // no regrets, it's a lesson learned 'cause what you think ain't my concern // Hayloft - Nickel Creek (2014) // young lovers with their legs tied up in knots // Holocene – Bon Iver (2011) // and at once I knew I was not magnificent // I Believe - Original Broadway Cast (2011) // and I believe that the Garden of Eden was in Jackson County, Missouri // I Like It - Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin (2018) // I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks // I Love It – Icona Pop ft. Charli XCX (2012) // you're from the '70s, but I'm a '90s bitch // Judas – Lady Gaga (2011) // I'm just a holy fool, oh baby he's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby // Juice - Lizzo (2019) // I be drippin' so much sauce got a bitch lookin' like RAGÚ // Just Hold On - Steve Aoki ft. Louis Tomlinson (2016) // feels like you're standing on the edge looking at the stars and wishing you were them // Laura Palmer – Bastille (2013) // what a year and what a night, what terrifying final sights put out your beating heart // Lemonworld – The National (2010) // I gave my heart to the Army, the only sentimental thing I could think of // Love on Top – Beyonce (2011) // I can see the stars all the way from here, can't you see the glow on the window pane // Make Me Feel - Janelle Monáe (2018) // it's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender, an emotional, sexual bender // Making the Most of the Night - Carly Rae Jepsen (2015) // baby I'm speeding and red lights, I'll run // Meet Me in the Hallway - Harry Styles (2017) // just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor // Menswear – The 1975 (2013) // well, who's this? going for the kiss, I'm probably gonna yosh in your mouth // Mirrors – Justin Timberlake (2013) // if you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find, just know that I'm always parallel on the other side // Monster – Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and Bon Iver (2010) // you could be the king but watch the queen conquer // The Mother We Share - Chvrches (2012) // I'm in misery but you can't see, as old as your omens // My Church - Maren Morris (2016) // I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling 'til my sins wash away // N****s in Paris - Jay-Z and Kanye West (2011) // Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me 'cause I was him, I would have married Kate and Ashley // Oh, What a World - Kacey Musgraves (2018) // did I know you once in another life? are we here just once or a billion times? // Old Town Road (Remix) - Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus (2019) // cowboy hat from Gucci, Wrangler on my booty // Otis – Jay-Z and Kanye West (2011) // luxury rap, the Hermes of verses, sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive // Pineapple Girl - Mister Heavenly (2011) // I am besieged by the vagaries of power. I'm all alone and lonely in this tower // Primadonna – Marina and the Diamonds (2012) // I know I've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal though // Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People (2010) // he's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid // Radio - Lana Del Rey (2012) // pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom // Raising Hell - Kesha ft. Big Freedia (2019) // hungover, heart of gold, holy mess. doin' my best, bitch, I'm blessed // Rivers and Roads - The Head and the Heart (2011) // been talking 'bout the way things change // Royals - Lorde (2013) // we don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair // S.O.B. - Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats (2015) // I'm going to cover myself with the ashes of you and nobody's gonna give a damn // Satisfied - Original Broadway Cast (2015) // it's a dream and it's a bit of a dance, a bit of a posture, it's a bit of a stance. He's a bit of a flirt, but I'm 'a give it a chance. I asked about his fam'ly, did you see his answer? his hands started fidgeting, he looked askance? he's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants // Sex – The 1975 (2013) // and she said use your hands and my spare time, we've got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine // Shake It Out – Florence + the Machine (2011) // our love is pastured such a mournful sound, tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground// Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon (2014) // my discotheque Juliet teenage dream // Silly Love Songs - Darren Criss (2011) // how can I tell you about my loved one // Some Nights - Fun. (2012) // this is not one for the folks at home, I'm sorry to leave, mom, I had to go. who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun? // Someone Like You – Adele (2011) // we were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days // Sorry - Justin Bieber (2015) // *dolphin noises* // Spaceship - Kesha (2017) // I knew from the start I don't belong in these parts. there's too much hate, there's too much hurt for this heart // Stars - Fun. (2012) // some nights I rule the world with bar lights and pretty girls, but most nights I stay straight and think about my mom // Stitches - Shawn Mendes (2015) // needle and the thread gotta get you out of my head // Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Harry Styles (2019) // *gasp* your flowers just died, plant new seeds in the melody // Super Bass - Nicki Minaj (2010) // and he ill, he real, he might gotta deal. he pop bottles and he got the right kind of build. he cold, he dope, he might sell coke. he always in the air, but he never fly coach // Take Me to Church - Hozier (2013) // I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife // Thank u, Next - Ariana Grande (2018) // she taught me love, she taught me patience, how she handles pain // The Pachanelly Canon - Gentleman’s Rule (2012) // I'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B telling me about a party up in NYC. can I make it? damn right I be on the next flight. payin cash. first class. sittin' next to Vanna White // The Wire - Haim (2013) // I just know, I know, I know, I know that you're gonna be okay anyway // Theme From “Cheers” - Titus Andronicus (2010)// I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight, but don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights // Thieves – She & Him (2010) // I'm not a prophet, old love is in me. new love just seeps right in and makes me guilty // This is America - Childish Gambino (2018) // tell somebody, you go tell somebody. grandma told me, get your money, black man // Trouble - Neon Jungle (2013) // lights up let's have a toke, pour more whiskey in my coke .. Truth Hurts - Lizzo (2017) // you coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal // Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy (2015) // and I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow’s dreams, but they are not quite what they seem // Wetsuit – The Vaccines (2011) // with a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees, I rest on childhood memories // What a Feeling - One Direction (2015) // when the air ran out and we both started running wild, the sky fell down // Wilson - Fall Out Boy (2018) // I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color // Wolves - One Direction (2015) // I feel the waves getting started, it's a rush inside I can't control // You Need Me, I Don’t Need You - Ed Sheeran (2011) // melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator // You’re in Love With a Psycho - Kasabian (2017) // I'm like the taste of macaroni on a seafood stick

Songs that would have made the list were they on Spotify: We Can’t Stop - Bastille // I Love Clothes (Deadbeat Summer) - Childish Gambino // G.O.O.D. Friday - Kanye West ft. Common, Pusha T, Kid Cudi, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson // Driving in Cars with Boys - Lana Del Rey // Blurred Lines - Vampire Weekend // a number of mashups (Office Musik, What Makes You Da One, Live While We Die Young, Brush Your Bittersweet Shoulders Off, We Are Complicated)

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