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The Meetup

《Part 2 for Next Caller

《Pairings:College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

《Summary: After your call with Eddie, you can't get him off your mind. You promised yourself to let your fears go and finally speak with him in person. Some things don't go as originally planned because Eddie just so happens to walk into your coffee shop.

《Warnings:fluff,smut. 90s!Eddie, a little tiny bit of dry humping, oral ( female & male receiving) dirty talk, pet names (good girl, sweetheart) phone sex, masturbation (male). Sex toys (fleshlight)

Word count: 7.7k

A/n: Please reblog like and leave a comment to show support. Not proofread ignore any mistakes you come across.

Disclaimer: Please read part one linked at the top to understand the rest of the story.

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Almost a few days after the stunt, you pulled on the radio with Eddie it didn't take long before word got around on campus. It's all anyone could talk about they wanted to know who the mystery caller was, and Eddie seemed to be cornered more so than usual. As people surrounded him, he wished maybe one of them were you. Hiding amongst the crowd of people.

Anytime a woman called in, his assistant would jump out his skin. He knew he should have shut it down the moment it started, but he trusted Eddie. Now, anytime the phone rings, he instantly goes into a frenzied panic. Eddie just laughs at how over dramatic he was being. He knew if someone called in trying to pull the same stunt as you did, he'd turn them away. He's not gonna tell his assistant that, though. He likes how jumpy and absolutely horrified he gets when there is a female voice on the other end of the line.

You still listened in every show since that night. Almost every time someone called in, they would either want to do what you did or want to talk about you. One thing that pretty much kinda bothered you were some of the girls calling and pretending to be you. Sometimes, you felt like it was bait, and someone was just trying to get the real "Miss caller" to give away her true identity. Much like how tonight was going, if you were tired of it, you can only imagine how he must feel.

"Yeah hi its me calling you back." An unfamiliar female voice spoke.

"Nice try, you don't really sound anything like her, buh-bye." His voice etched with annoyance as he hung up on the fifth woman of the night.

"Anyone want to call in and talk about I' dunno sports?" He sounded absolutely over it.

"I'm fucking desperate over here."

He emitted a long sigh into the mic. "Can someone call in with an embarrassing or some shit?"

You begin to drown out the sound of him talking as he tries to move along the segment.

You felt bad you truly did for what was happening to him now. You don't regret choosing him to help you, but you wish the circumstances were a little different. You hope he didn't hate you for this. You don't think you could live with yourself if he did.

Eddie on the other hand couldn't get you off his mind. You infested it, and no matter how hard he tried to think of over things, you creeped your way back in. He dreamt of you, and every dream was the same. He could hear you speaking to him, but right when he got close enough to reveal who you were, he'd wake up.

He got absolutely chewed out by his boss that following day. His show was close to being taken off the air, but once they saw how much buzz it was getting, they decided against it. He was on thin ice, though, when it came to how raunchy his segment was allowed to get. The conversation made local news in your town, which created more concerns for you.

The thought of someone figuring out how to trace your call back to your home terrified you to no end. Could they even do something like that? You don't know and definitely don't want to find out. Eddie did make a promise to keep you anonymous, but that didn't mean everyone else who worked there did. You try to push the paranoia to the back of your mind and just put all of your focus on school and work. This whole situation should blow over shortly you hoped.

Even with all of the chaos at your campus right now, that still didn't persuade from wanting to go see him play Thursday. Which was perfect timing since your roommate was going out of town that same day. Leaving you to an empty home all to by yourself. Who knows, maybe you'd get lucky and take him home. It was wishful thinking on your part, but still, it could happen.

Little did you know you didn't need to wait that long to see him after all. As you just rang up a customer's coffee order, he was next in line. He was too preoccupied looking at all the coffee options on the menu to see he's the next one to in line. You cleared your throat to get his attention and he looked right at you.

Your heart felt like it was in your throat when his eyes met yours. He looked very good today, making it much harder for you to focus. He had his hair pulled back and wore a oversized black corduroy button-up shirt with black ripped jeans. He gave an apologetic smile for holding you up.

"Uhhh, sorry, I really don't know what this shit means." He laughs, pointing back to the menu above.

Your mouth goes dry, and you try to play it cool.

"Well, what kind of coffee do you usually like?" You asked, trying to forget about who's standing before you. He's just some guy you kept reminding yourself.

He pressed his lips in a thin line, "Well, i usually don't drink coffee. if I did, I guess I wouldn't want it to taste like ass."

"So whatever you suggest."

You giggle and smile, turning to look at the menu as well. "I'd suggest maybe a vanilla latte. It's pretty basic."

"I'll take whatever you tell me to." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I'm putting all my faith in you."

"Wait a minute, are you implying im basic?" His mouth agape throwing a ringed hand over his heart pretending to be offended.

He was toying with you hoping to get you to laugh but instead you panicked.

Swallowing hard." N-no...its just a pretty standard drink to order."

"Hey, it's cool. I'm messing around." He reassured.

"Oh..um okay well then."

You try to regain your composure as your face begins to tingle.

"Okay, and what size? Small, medium, or large? " You asked him, trying to hide the fact that you're rapidly about to lose your mind.

"Oh, I need a large."

You nodded, putting in his order and ringing him up. He stands there a moment too long, and it's making you a little nervous. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Your eyes grow wide, and you quickly turn to look away.

"Nope." You shook your head.

"You sure? You seem so familiar to me." He bends down on his elbows leaning on the counter. He's trying to examine your face to remember where he knows you from.

"We may have a had a class together at some point." You shrug.

"I mean yeah--but I don't know there is something else." He continued staring while you ran around behind the counter, putting away fresh croissant.

The longer it took for his latte to be finished, the more anxious you got. He wouldn't stop looking at you. You wanted to tell him it's rude to stare, but you don't. He kept trying to make small talk with you, which didn't help your nerves at all. You kept stumbling over your words or clearing your throat because it was getting dry.

You took a breath of fresh air when they finally called his order number. He took his coffee and waited around until you came back. "So, uhh, I don't know if this weird, but you wouldn't be apposed to going on a date with me?"

You blinked twice trying to figure out if you just heard him correctly.

"Come again?" You ask in disbelief.

"Oh, well, I was wondering if I could take you on a date?" He repeated as a small blush creeped along his cheeks.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, I'd love to." You tried to keep your cool, but on the inside, you were jumping for joy.

His smile grows ten times wider when he hears you accept his date. "Great, write down your address and phone number so we can keep in contact."

You nodded and ran to grab a pin and paper, giving him all of the information he needed. He also wrote down his number to give to you as well, just in case you needed to get in touch before your date.

"Cool, how's Friday sound?" He asks, taking the piece of paper you handed him. "Friday sounds great, actually."

"My names Eddie, by the way." He added motioning to himself.

He smiled again, taking a sip of coffee as he began heading for the door. He turns to look at you one last time before leaving. "I'll see you Friday, pretty girl."

"Thanks a latte." He joked, holding up his cup before finally exiting the coffee shop. His face scrunched up with embarrassment as he turned to leave. Why the fuck did I just say that? He thought to himself as he practically chugged down his drink, heading to his first lecture of the day.

You're standing still behind the counter, frozen in place. Did that really just happen? That fast? You started to think someone was pulling a prank on you. Maybe everyone did find out you were the caller and decided to mess with around. No, Eddie doesn't seem like the type of guy who would do something like that, you thought. You just couldn't get over how easy that was, a little too easy.

The week went by way too fast for you, and the closer it got to your date, the more anxious you became. You wanted to tell him so badly it was you who called. Would he even still like you after that? He seemed just as eager to meet you as you wanted to meet him. Doesn't really matter now. You'd tell him eventually anyway. Especially if this date goes well.

You didn't see or hear from him too much during the days leading up to Friday. You figured he was very busy since he still was doing his show on the radio and playing with his band. On top of attending classes, he seemed like he didn't have much free time. Which is why you didn't cancel on him like you were probably going to. After you thought about it for a while, you realized he definitely was making the time to take you out.

Eddie called you a few times to check in and see if you were still willing to go out with him. He'd make small talk to ask how you were and if your classes were going well. He'd crack a joke or two, making you laugh easing your mind of any self doubt you had before.

Now that it was officially Friday evening, you quickly left work early to go home and get ready. He said he'd be come by eight o'clock to pick you up, giving you a few hours to decide what to wear. You searched through each article of clothing hating every single piece. You know deep down he doesn't care about what clothes you're wearing. He asked you out while you were in your work attire. With your coffee stained apron and dumb hat.

Still, you wanted to look nice for him, and you don't get out much as it is. So you opted for just a simple black dress. Dowsing yourself in a sweet perfume and putting on a pair of heels. You pray you don't end up falling and busting your ass in front of him tonight. You were shaved, plucked, and smelt of vanilla and spice.

You were just putting the last touches to your makeup on when you heard a knock at your front door. You did a last mirror check, making sure everything looked well put together. You take a long, deep breath and exhale before you go to open up for him.

When you opened the door to greet him, he was standing there with one hand in his pocket. While the other is holding a bouquet of flowers. He wore a black pullover sweater with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. His dark curly hair loose around his shoulders, and he smelled like mint and tobacco. His smile widened when he saw you for the first time since your last meeting. His dimples on full display, and you couldn't help but melt a little. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad, either." You smile, stepping out to stand closer to him. "Nah, I just wanted to impress you."

He blushes, and this is the second time you've seen him do that. He gave a boyish smile and handed you the bouquet of flowers he picked. "These are for you, sweetheart."

"Thank you." You reached out to accept the flowers. "They're beautiful."

There is a moment where you both don't say a word and just stand there gazing at one another.

Eddie cleared his throat. "Shall we?"

You nodded, closing the door behind you and making your way to his van. He walked next to you with a hand on the small of your back. He moved past you quickly to open the door and help you get into the passenger seat. Eddie made his way to the driver side and hopped in no longer after you.

The drive to the restaurant was fairly quiet except for the music playing on Eddie's radio. He humed along, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat. You both steal glances here and there when the other isn't looking. Your heart beating a mile a minute.

Eddie seemed calm and collected, but on the inside, he felt just the same. Usually, he was pretty confident around women, but there was something about you that made his heart skip a beat. He doesn't know what it is that pulled him in so quickly. He's not complaining one bit either.

You finally see the restaurant up a head and sigh in relief. He pulled up and parked in the front. He made you wait there while he jumped out of the driver side to jog over to help open up your door. You took his hand and carefully got out while trying not to flash anyone in the process. You wish the dress you finally decided on wasn't so short.

You make your way inside where a hostess greets you both and guides you to a table in the far back. You sit across from one another while she handed you a menu to look over. A waitress soon comes by to ask what drinks you'd like, and you both settle on a Dr pepper.

She returned not too much longer to take your orders and set down your drinks. You and him seemed to be in sync tonight since the both of you ordered a burger with onion rings on the side. Once she took your order, she left, leaving you alone together again.

"So I'm gonna ask a boring question and say what do you enjoy doing for fun?" He playfully asked, taking a sip of his soda.

"Uh, well, I haven't been having much fun lately with work and school taking up my time." You confessed feeling a little embarrassed you don't live an exciting life you imagined he did.

"You don't hang out with friends or go out?" His brows furrowed.

You play around with a piece of paper on the table, avoiding his gaze. "Uh, well, I don't have that many friends here."

"I mostly just keep to myself and stay home a lot." You continued on.

He frowns. "Boyfriends?"

You shake your head, trying not to even think about any of your exes at a time like this.

"You know what? I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask about boyfriends while in the middle of a date." He gave an apologetic smile.

"Hope he doesn't mind sharing you for the night, though." He winked, making you laugh.

He seems to enjoy making you laugh when he notices you're uncomfortable or getting shy.

The waitress finally arrived back with your food, and you didn't hesitate to start eating immediately. He watched you with amusement and started eating right behind you. The longer you both talked, the more relaxed you became.

You were already familiar with him and found a form of comfort when listening to his show. But being alone with him felt different. You never thought this moment would come. You almost wanted to cry, thinking it was just some elaborate dream that you'd soon wake up from. The date was going amazing so far, and you never wanted it to end.

"So, um, how's your show going?" You ask him, not wanting to seem like he was the only one asking the questions.

"It's good..well actually I'm in some trouble, but they'll live. More people are listening in now, so I think the money will shut them up." He openly admited, shoving an onion ring in his mouth.

You raise an eyebrow "in trouble for what?"

You already knew but wanted to hear him say. You kept wondering what he thought about that phone call. Even if it might hurt your feelings, you were dying to know. Your curiosity always got the best of you.

He shakes his head. "Maybe I'll talk about it on our second date."

You giggle, finishing off the last bit of your dinner. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Well, I play DnD when I have extra free time, I play with my band at the bar by campus." He frowned a little at the mention of his band.

"Sadly, we probably won't be playing much together here very soon." He adds.

Changing the subject quickly, not wanting to bring the mood down. "Girlfriends?"

"No girlfriends."

He eyed you up and down, grinning wide poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You swear you could see a little twinkle in his eye.

He leans forward, getting awfully close. " You almost ready to go?"

"Um sure, yeah." You respond a little sadly, not wanting the night to end so soon. He waves for the waitress to bring over the bill. Once he was done paying, you both got back in his vans.

The van ride back to your place wasn't as awkward as before, but there was something electric in the air. There is too much tension between the two of you. It felt like the silence was lingering until one of you decided to make the first move.

He pulls up in front of your home and helps you step out of the passenger side. Both of you walking up to your front door, not speaking. This was your chance to invite him in. You thought to yourself. "I had fun tonight."

"Yeah, me too." He smiled, putting his hands back in pockets.

You look up at him and whisper. " Do you want to come in?"

He paused for a moment, hoping he heard you correctly before answering. "Yeah, I'd love to come in."

You unlock the front door and take his hand, pulling him inside and guiding him to your bedroom.

The moment he was finally in his lips, crashed onto yours in a heated kiss. The kiss was sloppy and passionate as your tongues fought for dominance. Your lipstick smears on his mouth. He breaks away to move down your jaw and nip at your neck right under your ear. He nibbled and sucked at your tender skin, causing your knees to buckle. You grabbed onto his biceps, holding on tightly to keep your balance.

He stops to look at you in your eyes. "You wanna get undressed for me?"

You swallowed hard and nodded.

"Words, pretty girl." His voice is low and husky.

"Yes." You panted.

Eddie reaches around to unzip the back of your dress, letting it pool around your feet. He squates down his face mere inches from your heat. He looks up at you through his long lashes. He kisses your tummy right above the waistband of your panties before reaching to grab your ankle. He brought it forward to unclasp your heel. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, steadying yourself. He tosses the shoe to the side before moving to the next one and doing the same.

He stands up, reaching around your back again, unhooking your bra, and letting it fall to the floor, exposing your breasts. Your nipples harden in the cool air of your bedroom. You watch him as he takes his shirt off, exposing his bare chest to you. You notice tattoos you've never seen before. One of a faded demon on his peck and a black widow right under his clavicle. "Be a good girl and lay back on the bed."

You hesitate for a moment as your mind is already feeling hazy. You turned to slowly make your way up the bed, laying back against your pillows. You watch as he took his boots off and unbuckeld his jeans, letting them hang low on his hips. He seductively crawls his way up until he is hovering above you.

You push on his chest. "Umm....I don't think it's a good idea if we have sex."

He sit back on his knees. "Want me to leave?"

"No, we can do other stuff. I'm just not ready to do that." You confessed.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He reassured you, bringing a hand to gently cup your cheek.

You let out a shakey breath, feeling a little more comfortable . You were worried he would be mad at you, but he wasn't.

"If you don't like anything I'm doing, don't be afraid to tell me,okay?" He's being sincere, you can tell. He wanted you to feel safe with him.

You nodded again. "Okay, i will."

"Good." He smiled and leaned down to give you another kiss to your lips.

He brought his hips against yours grinding his hard cock against your core. You moan in his mouth when his cock applies pressure to your clit over your panties. He pushes against you harder, causing him to grunt. He moved to lay by your side, pressing his front right up against you. His fingers dance and play with the waistband of your panties. You can feel his prominent buldge pressing against your outer thigh. His calloused fingers slowly slips past the delicate lace. You can feel him brushing past your clit. He carefully glides his middle finger in between your wet fold, collecting your slick on his finger. Ignoring your aching bud in the process.

"Fuck you're so wet." He murmured against your mouth.

He pushes one finger inside your entrance, pumping it agonizingly slow. Your head falls back, giving him the perfect opportunity to attack your neck. He nips and sucks on the skin by your ear. Biting, licking, and sucking while his finger is knuckle deep in your pussy. He adds another stretching you open around his thick fingers. His thumb pressing firmly on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out gasp.

"Think of my cock pretty girl." He whispered curving his fingers upward.

"Mmm!, s-so good." You whimper.

That's all you could respond with your mind completely gone. All you could do was focus on how he seemed determined to make you feel good. You feel him smile against your neck when where his lips were leaving feather like kisses all over. You clench around him as his fingers start working on that sweet spot on your walls.

"F-fuck." You let out a strangled moan bucking your hips.

He grinds his cock against your thigh. "Feel that?"

"Feel how hard I am for you?"

You look up at him with big doe eyes."y-yes I can feel you."

His picks up the pace, his fingers plunging in and out, making your head spin. Your pussy wet and loud taking his middle and ring finger. The tightness in your core building with each pump of fingers. Your moans getting more pornographic. His warm breath on your neck making you squirm.

"You're such a messy girl. My hand is getting soaked." He purrs in your ear.

He ruts harder against your thigh, violently rocking your bed.

"Can I taste you?" He rasped.

You let out groan. "Please"

You swallow hard as your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest. You're already breathless. A small frown forms on your face when you feel his thick fingers leaving from inside of you.

"Ah ah, no pouting." He wiggled his index finger at you playfully.

No one has ever done this to you before. None of your exes cared about your pleasure they only wanted to get themselves off and then leave you to handle the rest. Eddie was the first man to help you cum and now he's going to be the first man to taste you. All of your ex boyfriends were selfish lovers. Which brought on so many insecurities you've been working hard to overcome. There was a part of you that didn't want him to keep going, but there was another part that was telling you to let go and enjoy it.

He gave you one last deep kiss on your lips before moving and kissing his way down right above your sex. He looked up at you again, and his pupils were blown out with lust. He never breaks eye contact as he slowly drags your panties down your legs. He sits up higher for a moment, admiring your naked body spread out before him. You went to close your legs, but he stopped you. "Let me see you."

Thats all you needed to hear before spreading them wider for him.

He cursed under his breath, closing his eyes, trying not to attack the moment you show yourself to him. "I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good."

He dips down again, his face so close to your pussy now. He hums in approval when he sees how soaked you are for him. Your slick dripping down to the curve of your ass. He kisses the inside of your thighs, testing to see how much you can take before you're begging him for more. It doesn't take long before you're already impatient. He nips and sucks at the soft skin, making you buck up against his face. His nose nudging your throbbing clit.

"Patience, sweetheart." He laughed.

You buck up again, wanting desperately wanting his mouth.

Without warning, you feel his warm tongue licking a long strip between your wet folds. You sucked in a breath, never having felt something like this before. "OOh!,Eddie." You mewled

He pulls you down hard against his face, grunting against you. He sucks and laps at your folds, letting your slick cover his face. You grind against his mouth, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your legs go to squeeze around his head, but his strong hands hold them in place. He takes his tongue to flick across your clit making you wriggle. His mouth attaches to your sensitive bud, and he sucks on it softly. You went to push his head away as the sensation is too much. He removed his mouth, checking see to see if you're okay. "You okay?"

"Why'd you stop?" You whined.

He smiled before reattaching his plump lips to your clit slurping and flicking his tongue over it. He watches as you writhe above him. His eyes never left you as he almost seemed mesmerized by the sight before him. You've never felt this desired by anyone before. Your hips bucking as you grind on his face as he begins sucking harder on your aching clit.

You grip the blankets beneath you. "i-im getting close."

His removes a hand from one of your thighs and carefully pushes one finger inside your entrance. You grab and pull on his hair, making him grunt against you. He adds another finger, curving them upwards to stroke that sweet spot on your walls.

Removing his mouth for a moment "Yeah is my good girl gonna cum?" He asked quickly reattaching his lips to your sore clit. Your backing arching off the bed as you pull on his hair some more.

Your walls pulsating around him as his fingers pump in out of you fast. His mouth sucking on your clit harshly as his fingers plunge deep inside your pussy. The wet noises his mouth is making as his tastes you, mixed with the squelching of your pussy fill the room.

He's lapping away at you, getting lost in your taste, driving you absolutely wild.

"Mmphf! Don't stop." You begged him.

You feel that all too familiar tightness building again, and you clench around his fingers. Your legs are twitcing and trembling. You're breathing harder than before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you fast, leaving your body to shake. Eddies mouth never letting go of your clit. While his skilled fingers work on your pussy helping you ride out your orgasm.

He removes his mouth and fingers from you tenderly, not wanting to hurt you in any kind of way. His face glistening with your slick and his lips look swollen. He moves to lay next to you on your bed. You're slowly coming down from your high. Your breathing evening out as you come to. You both lay there in silence for a few minutes.

"Can I taste you now?" Your voice sounding small as you asked.

"Fuck." He murmured under his breath.

"Yeah, you can taste me." He whispers back.

Moving to sit back between his legs, you reached to take off his pants off. He helped you by wiggling them down his legs and discarding them to the floor. You notice how painfully hard he is in his boxers, and you lick your lips. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. His his cock spring free hitting his belly button. The head an angry red leaking precum down his shaft. He hisses when the cool air hits sensitive his tip. Your eyes widened at the size of him. You now know he was telling the truth. He was big, and you don't know how you're gonna be able to fit all of him in your mouth.

He grabs it, giving it a few light strokes eagerly waiting for your mouth. Precum still dripping alongside it, getting on his hand.

"Don't be shy." His voice low and deep just like how he spoke to you that night on the radio. "I hope you'll let me be inside you one day."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? He bites his lip, waiting for your response.

"Yes." Your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyebrows raise, and a cocky grin spreads across his face. "You felt so tight taking my fingers. I can only imagine how you must feel when I'm spreading you open."

"Just thinking about you taking my cock. The little noises you'd make as you're begging for more."

He presses his thumb on the leaking slit his mouth forming an O shape at the pressure. The veins along his shaft are prominent from the amount of blood rushing to his cock.

"Making you cry because it feels so good." He's breathing heavier while eyeing you in front of him. He wants to get you worked up until you can't take it anymore. Teasing was his favorite part before anything. He didnt even have to touch anyone before he had them begging to be fucked in some type of way.

He kept going on. The way he was speaking to you brought you right back to the night you called him. You squeeze your thighs tightly together, desperate for any small amount of friction.

"Gonna think about that tight pussy when I'm cuming down your throat." His voice deep and seductive. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Hes thinking about all the ways he'd fuck you. Imagining what your pretty tits would look like with his cum is dripping down them. Filling you up with his cum and watching it dripping out after removing his cock.

Watching him stroke his cock as he thinks about fucking you makes your pussy flutter. You wonder what he must feel like. The feeling of him stretching you open. You're getting tired of him taunting you. You needed to taste him now.

You smacked his hand away, replacing it with your own, giving it a few more light strokes. You move your thumb to press down on his tip. He grunts and bangs his head back against your headboard. You bend down to give the head of his cock a quick peck. You remove your hand and spit into it as you grasp his thick shaft, rubbing it up and down lazily. His mouth hangs open as relaxes and enjoys what you're doing.

Moving your mouth closer, you kitten licked at his tip, tasting his precum. His thrusts his hips as you continue teasing him like he did to you earlier. You take the opportunity to pull away and spit directly on his cock earning you low groan deep from his chest. You begin to suck on the head of cock. Using your spit mixed with his precum as a lubricant to continue stroking his hard length with your hand.

Gliding your mouth down his length until he's hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a little. You removed your hand, resting them on his thighs. You try relaxing your throat while taking as much of him in your mouth as you can. He wasn't even all the way in, and he's already has you gagging. Tears leaking from your eyes smudging your mascara.

"Oh! fuck!, c-careful, sweetheart." He coaxed you.

Drool spilling down your chin as you try to take more of him in your throat. You attempt to keep him back there and focus on breathing from your nose. Sucking lightly on him, you pull him all the way out and swirl your tongue around his tip. "Hmm! your mouth feels so fucking good."

Your tongue wet and warm teasing the head of his cock. Eddie does everything in his power to not push you back down on his length.

He breathed heavily. "Shit! I-I not gonna last if you keep doing that."

Removing his cock from your mouth, creating a loud pop in his absence.

"you like it when I tease your cock eddie?"You asked in a sultry voice.

You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Look who's not so shy afterall." He taunted you

You don't know what has come over you suddenly, but having him here in your bed tonight gave you a boost of confidence you never knew you had.

Putting the head of his cock to your mouth sucking it firmly almost forcing him to answer. "Y-yeah I like...I like the way you're teasing me."

You slip his length back down as far he could go in your throat, swallowing around him.

Hearing him like that only spurred you on more. Sucking his cock a little harder than before. Your head bobbing up and down faster. Your other hand moves to cup his balls, and he jerks at the feeling. The sensation of you massaging his balls and your mouth working on his cock practically sends him into a coma of bliss. His abs flexing and his toes curl. His entire body glistened with sweat. "Shit i-im gonna fuck... I'm gonna cum."

"You're gonna make me cum." He panted above you.

With a few more pumps of your hand and mouth sucking harder on his length. You feel his cock twitch and he's shooting his cum deep down your throat. Some spilling out and leaked from the corners of your mouth. He moans out loud and holds your head down until he's finished. You tried to swallow as much of him as you could take. Your mouth not leaving until you're collecting every bit. " S-sweetheart, please."

You let him go with a long string of saliva connecting you to his cock, his cum dripping down your chin. You collect it on your fingertips, bringing it to your mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. Sucking your fingers clean enjoying the salty taste of his cum.

He goes limp as he comes down from his high. His eyes glossed over watching your every move as you lick his cum from your fingers.

You moved to lay back next to him as you wait to see if he will soon leave. His chest rose and fell calmly now, but his head was still foggy. You don't want him to go, but you understand if he does.

"Thank you for tonight" you turn to smile weakly at him.

"No problem." He snorted.

There is a long, drawn-out pause, and you decided it time to tell him your secret.

"Um, I have something to confess to you." You're nervous, and he can tell.

He sit up straight and looks over at you, concern etched on his face. "Yeah? "

"Well, umm, I was the one who called you that night.....on your show." You confessed, looking down, playing with your thumbs.

He blinked, taking in what you just said. Not really sure if he heard you right or if he's still a little dazed.

"Are-- are you serious? " He sounded a little harsh, but he didn't intend to. That night was all he could think about since it happened. You were all he could think about. He lost hours and hours of sleep coming up with different possible scenarios on how he would find you. Who you could possibly be.

"Yeah. Are you mad?" You look over at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

His face softens immediately when he notices. "Are you kidding?"

"I've been thinking about you ever since." He sprang up on his knees with excitement scooting closer to you.

You wipe at your eyes and laugh when he takes your hands into his. The fear that was building up moments ago slowly fading away."Really?"

"Oh, you're definitely not getting rid of me now." He exclaimed.

"So, do you maybe want to go out again?" You shyly asked.

"Fuck yeah I do!" He celebrated clapping his his hands together.

You laughed at his excitement. Making you feel so much better now that you got that off your chest. No one has ever made you feel like this before. You felt like you've known him forever even though you just met in person. "Can I call you... like all the time?"

"Yes, absolutely you can." You giggle.

"Hope you don't mind late night ramblings and bad puns," He advised.

"I love bad puns."

He laid back down next, throwing an arm around you. The both of you stayed like that for the rest of the night. Staying up for hours laughing and telling each other stories about your life. You wish you and him didn't have to ever leave this bed.

Another couple of days have passed, and you really haven't heard much again from him since your date. You were starting to think he was just saying all of that stuff because he thought it was something you wanted to hear. You tried not to think like that and just chalked it up to him being extremely busy because he was.

He did talk about you a little bit on his show but never mentioned you were also the mystery caller everyone has been gossiping about. You listened in biting at your nails when he talked about going on a date with a cutie from the coffee shop across from campus.

Eddie never once talked about hooking up with you, and you're grateful for that. He didn't use your date as a way to have another story for his show. He genuinely wanted to take you out and have a nice time. He didn't hook up for a new story to keep his segment interesting. Most of the girls he was with actually asked him to talk about it. Otherwise, he never would have done it to begin with.

You sat on your bed feet dangling over the side, contemplating if you should just bite the bullet and call first. You don't wanna seem desperate, but you also really want to see him again. He agreed to go on another date with you. Since you haven't heard much else from him, you don't want to come off pushy.

Maybe you should call first? Let him know you're equally as interested in him.

You snatch up the phone and the little piece of paper he gave with his number on it. Putting in the digits and waiting for the dial tone to start ringing. You felt like you were waiting forever, but it's only been a few seconds. You were almost ready to hang up and pretend this never happened until you heard him answer.

"H-hello?" He panted into the phone.

He sounded like he was currently in the middle of something. What that something is you don't know yet.

"Hi, it's me....just wanted to call and check in with you." You spoke softly in the other end.

"Y-yeah, uhh, I'm doing good." He stumbled over his words.

He sounded out of breath, and now you're really hoping you didn't interrupt him. Especially if he has company at his place. The thought of that makes you feel a little sick. You're not dating him and barely even know him. You shouldn't feel this way even if he did have someone over. "I can let you go. You seem a little busy."

"Wait, don't hang up!" He exclaimed.

He ponders for a moment on how he can keep you on the other line.

"Wanna help me...with... something? " he asked with a nervous laugh.

You swallow hard before answering. "What do you need?"

You hear him curse under his breath in your ear. Low grunts can be heard, and it doesn't take long before you can figure out what's going on.

"W--wanna talk to you while I fuck this toy." He breathed heavy.

You go to lay back on your bed playing with the hem of your pajama shorts. You know what he wants you to do. Since he helped you out, you might as well do the same for him. It's only fair, right? The last time you did this, hundreds of people were listening. This time, it's just the two of you. Making the situation more intimate, but it also helps take the edge off.

Eddie was currently balls deep in his fleshlight when you called. He just got out of the shower hair still wet and sticking to his body. All day long, he kept thinking about you. He's been painfully hard and wanted to see if he could come over to your place again but didn't want to be so forward. He didn't want you to think he was using you to get off. He really really liked you and hoped there could be something more between the two of you. So he was going to do what he normally would and take of it himself. That was until you called him, and it sparked a little idea in his brain.

He was leaning back against a wall with one hand on a chair next to him, trying to keep his balance upright. Lube was all over his toy, leaking out onto the soft curls between his legs and balls. He glided the toy up and down his length at a steady pace trying not to cum so soon already. His mind races with vivid thoughts of you.

"What do you think about when you do that?" Your voice coming out so small in his ear.

He smiles to himself. "Well I--was thinking about you."

"Like, what exactly?" You played innocent.

Eddie knows what game you're playing, and he has no problem going along with it. He pulls his cock almost all the way out of the toy only to slam it back down hard causing him to groan loud. His legs almost giving out from under him. He pulled out the chair next to him and plopped down.

Biting his lip to stifle another moan.

"Thinkin' about you squeezing around me." He breathed heavily in your ear. "Wishing this was your pussy instead of some..F-fucking toy."

Sinking his cock back inside making a loud schlick noise you can faintly hear in the phone. Pumping his cock while his other hand runs along his abdomen. He's trying to balance the phone between his shoulder and cheek praying he doesnt drop it. His face and chest flushed a crimson red. He lets out a loud moan when he thrusts upward. "Ooh! Shit!"

"Did I feel good?" You purred into the phone.

"God yes--- so fucking tight. the way you hugged my fingers when i was knuckle deep inside you."

You squeeze your thighs together involuntarily, and you can feel a wetness pool in between your legs. You bite down on your lip hard listening as he fucks himself while talking about you. You want to touch yourself so badly. Your nipples hardening under the sheer thin material of your tank top.

Pumping his cock faster in the toy, lube splashing all over his pelvis and wrist dripping down onto the of floor. He's making a total mess and he doesn't care. He thinks about how messy he could make you.

You interrupt him from his thoughts

"What do you wanna do to me?" You whisper.

"Fuuuck, I wanna do the nastiest things to you." His voice ragged.

Moving the toy up and down his cock as he spoke in the phone, trying to keep It balanced as best he could.

He lets out whimper, "Wanna fill you up with my cum and clean it out of you with my tongue."

"W-wanna..fuuuck...wanna cum all over those pretty tits." He's panting and grunting louder in your ear.

....."Yeah?" You cooed.

"Make you cum in all sorts of ways you never even imagined you could."

He legs kick up, and his stomach tightens. He was getting close but didn't want this to end, not yet.

You're still lying in bed, looking up at your ceiling. You never thought you'd have this burst of confidence yet again, but it's different with him. You don't feel ashamed of anything. The way he's coming undone just by talking to you only made you never want to stop. You felt empowered.

There is a throbbing ache between your legs that you desperately want to take care of. You try to ignore it and put all of your focus on him. You wiggle around clenching up. Doing anything to ease that ache.

"Tell me what you think about you when you touch yourself." He breathed.

"You think of me?"

"Yeah," you muttered quietly.

"So tell me." He commanded gently.

You stammered. "I um, I think about what you would feel like inside me."

"Oh yeah?" His voice getting low.

Goosebumps prickle all over your skin when he does that voice. You squirm in your bed just thinking about that night he used it when he helped you cum over the phone. It was domineering and seductive.

"Mmhm, you're so big." You whimper.

"I don't think I could fit all of you."

"Fuuuck." He groans

"You wanna feel my cock struggling to stretch you open? Is that it?"

You whined into the phone. "Yes, I need it so bad Eddie."

His cock steadily plunging in out of his toy in a brutal pace. He's getting closer to his release, and the phone drops with a loud thud in your ear. His other hand moving to cup his balls mimicking how you massaged them. His hips thrusting up and all you can hear is the squelching sound his cock is making in the toy.

"Oooh shit!" He groaned louder. With a few more strokes and he's spilling his cum inside the toy. Still pumping his length, milking himself of every drop. His cum spilling out and coating his balls. He lays there in the chair, head falling back before realizing he dropped the phone. His head all foggy, and his vision is blury.

He went to get up, but his legs gave out, and he fell back down.

"Shit"

"Fuck"

You heard him cursing from afar. You laughed to yourself, knowing he probably had fallen down.

"Hang on!" He called out

He leans over and reaches out far to snatch up the phone off the floor. His breathing is ragged when he goes to talk. "I've never came that hard in my life."

Smacking a hand on his belly he changes the subject.

"Okay, so what were you originally calling me about? " He asked still panting in the phone.

"Umm, well, I wanted to see if you were still up for going out again....Maybe?" You closed your eyes, waiting for his response.

"Yeah, actually, you know my band is playing Wednesday. Why don't you come see us." He said matter of factly. Like you didn't just help him jerk off on the other line.

You don't understand how one minute he can say some of the most dirtiest things to you and the next be totally nonchalant. All you want to do now is hang up and take care of the ache between your legs.

"I'd love to!" You accept his offer excitement etched in your tone.

He lets out a laugh. "Great, it's a date."

Before you both go to hang up, he stops you.

..."Oh, and thank you for helping me this time." His tone sultry.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you gulp. "No problem--it was fun."

"Goodnight, Eddie." You said sweetly.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

You both stay on the line, neither one wanting to be the first to hang up. Eventually, you had to hang up first since it seemed like he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You roll over on your side, trying to relax and ready yourself for sleep. Your mind racing with excitement that you're finally going to see him play.

Maybe after your date, Eddie can take you back to his place this time. The ache between your legs was not subsiding. You needed him, and after your date, you decided it was time to have him.

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[babygirl-riley]

His Girls

Simon had to go into work throughout the craziness of the Riley household he lost his plastic skull mask. Only to find his youngest chewing on it.

Warnings: PURE fluff, seriously dad!simon, swearing

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simon x reader family edition

Simon was running around throwing on small amount of gear, only going to the base. He put his mask on and realized he missed placed his skull that was suppose to be with it. “Daddy,” His five year old cried. “I don’t wanna have you go.” She held his leg.

“Daddy has to,” You said as your pre teen followed you. She was rambling on how she wanted to go to the mall with her friends but couldn’t. “Millie enough.” You said behind you to his oldest.

“Dad.” Millie looked at him and he shook his head.

“Do what ya mum says.” He looked down at Allison and kneeled down. Millie scoffed and walked off. “I’m not gonna be long promise. We will go get ice cream.”

Allison pouted. “Okay.” She walked out before Simon turned to you.

“I can’t find my fucking mask,” He cursed ripping through everything. “I had it ‘ere now it’s gone.”

You nodded. “Have you checked between the drawers?”

Simon nodded walking out. “Dad! I promised Jackie that I would be there, now what do I do?”

Simon loved his kids he did but damn he didn’t expect having all girls would make his head spin. You even joked about how soon Millie will start her womanhood and then they were fucked. Simon jogged down the stairs looking in the kitchen. “Millie, your mum said no, you think I’m going to say yes after? Ya know not to make promises that you don’t know if you gonna keep.” He explained not looking at her.

Millie groaned. “Listen though everyone goes out with their friends to the malls at this time. Not later. Plus they all can’t go.”

Simon snapped his head up looking on the counter. “I thought it was just Jackie.” You said having his baby youngest in your arms. She was wrapped in her blanket as she set her down in the living room that we connected to the kitchen.

Tessa giggled as she looked up at the tv. Playing with something in her hands. Simon sighed irritated, time was running short, he was running behind, and his patience running thin. Millie and you were arguing back and forth, as Allison came running down the stairs to watch tv. Simon inhaled deeply looking around again. “Your father agrees with me. I am done talking about this. You are not going, we have to be at Nana’s today.” You said putting your foot down.

Simon looked up and waited for Millie to respond. She just rolled her eyes and stomped off, you pressed fingers against your temples. “Alright Simon I am going to look in Allison’s room maybe she was playing with it.”

Simon nodded as he kept looking through and stood for a moment thinking where it could be. Trying to think where the fuck he put it. Nerves were high. He was getting anxious of being late. His thought started to swirl making his anger higher. Until he heard a small giggle.

Simon looked down to see Tessa on her back gnawing on something. Larger than her for sure. His eyes softened when they made eye contact, the blanket moving over to the side to see his mask. He inhaled with relief as he knelt down. “You bugger.” He whispered ripping his balaclava off.

Tessa giggled, he always loves the sound of his girls laughing giggling. It made him miss and think of Millie when she was this young. Innocent. Naive. Hell Tessa even had the same outfit that Millie wore. When both of you kept having kids and they were girls, he couldn’t or wouldn’t let you get rid of this outfit. It was his favorite.

Simon sat Tessa up and turned her towards him. She stopped chewing on it but held onto it. Her way of rebelling of him leaving for the day. Simon chuckled and grabbed the top of it. “Daddy will be back sweet girl.”

Tessa just had her large brown eyes set on him. Simon looked at the features, seeing Tommy and his mom in them. Making him think of his nephew Joseph and how Millie and him could have been close. How you could have a friend with Tommy’s wife. He often thought about it when looking at his girls. Millie definitely was a slit image of you though, personality to features.

Allison would just attach whenever she wanted to, independent like him. Tessa though was definitely daddy’s girl, anytime he would walk into a room she would know. Hell when you were pregnant with her she would move when hearing his voice. When he forgot to take the mask off she giggled and reach for it. Anytime he came home she was thrilled, screeching and giving sign to pick her up.

Tessa giggled as she reached for his thumb grabbing it. These moments he loved, the small gestures. The smiles. Giggles. It made him have that stir inside, the one that wants him to have another baby. His girls were his angels, so why not have more? More of these innocent kids that he made. His pride and joys. He didn’t want to go, he rather be here, with his girls. Go get ice cream now. Simon sighed as he looked up the stairs to make sure Millie wasn’t standing there so he could go say a proper goodbye for the day.

Allison came next to Simon as she hugged his thigh and looked at Tessa. “Daddy said we can get ice cream Tess! Sooner he leaves the sooner we get ice cream!”

Simon smiled down at her, he thought how smart she was becoming. Her sentences making more sense. Allison was like him, truly. Short tempered. Emotional ball. At the same time though she was thick skinned, she could take a hit until she can’t take it. She was caring, always sharing even if she didn’t want to. Would try to make everything more lighter when things got tense. At 5 years old.

“Exactly,” He felt his plastic mask loosen up and he softly took it away. “I love you baby girls.” He said kissing both of their foreheads. “I’m gonna say bye to ya sister, watch Tess yeah?”

“Yes sir daddy!” Allison chimed as she started to gather Tess’s attention.

He looked down at the stairs watching Tessa giggle and squeal at her sister. Simon walked towards Millie’s room, hearing her soft rock play behind the door. He knocked softly as he heard the music turn down. “Who is it?” She said snarky.

“Dad.” He said softly, he heard the knob unlock, having him note of that being a potential problem. She walked to her desk, sitting in her chair looking away from him. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Bye.”

Like him, distant once he was angry. “Have fun at Nana’s.” He softly said walking to her to place a kiss on her head.

“Love you.” She mumbled looking over at him.

“Love ya too dovie. I’ll see ya after work.”

She nodded to his comment as he walked out to face you. You sighed smirking. “Of course daddy comes to save the day.”

Simon smirked as he walked up to you placing his hands on your hips. “She’ll come ‘round,” He whispers kissing your neck. “Want baby 4?”

You pushed him off, giggling. Your stomach swirling with excitement. “Oh no Tessa have you the swirl,” He kissed your neck again, mumbling a yes. “Oh stop it, you’re gonna be late. Get going.” You giggled pushing him gently off before kissing his cheek.

When you turned he slapped your ass. His favorite thing to look, touch, grab. You scoffed, shaking your head while chuckling. Heading down the stairs to the other two girls. Simon smiled as you watched the two play, his girls. His angels. And the thing was…He would never change a thing.

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[lewisvinga]

norman fcking rockwell pt. 2 | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

part one.

summary; y/n decided to confront daniel after he embarrassed her at dinner.

warnings; cursing

word count; 685

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! tbh i didn’t know how to write this bc i originally wrote pt 1 as a stand alone 🤒🤒so this lowk sucks my bad yall😞🤕🤕

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“Sunshine!” Daniel called out after closing the front door when the last guest had left. The tone in his voice was back to the happy clingy guy Y/n knew behind doors.

“Why’re you cleaning everything now?” He questioned as he saw her standing by the running sink in the kitchen and cleaning the last of the pans, “Just clean it tomorrow. I wanna cuddle with ya’!”

“Not now, Daniel.”

Her cold tone made him almost flinch. She never spoke to him like that. He furrowed up his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s up with you, my love?” He questions, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She scoffs and shoves his arm away. She turns off the sink, quickly dries her hands then walks away from him. The Australian further furrowed up his eyebrows as he followed her to their shared room. “Babe?” He questions as she heads to the bathroom to wash her face and do her skincare routine.

Daniel was confused. He didn’t know why his girlfriend was suddenly all upset. He sat at the edge of their shared bed, lost in his thoughts.

“Are you about to start your period or something?”

His question earned him a glare instead of a verbal response as she poked her head out of the bathroom. Moments later, she appears in her pajamas. “C’mon, sunshine, just tell me what’s wrong? Did the food make you sick?”

“The wife has you tied down?” Y/n says in a high-pitched tone to mock his friend, “Well you know the Missus. Always bein’ clingy and wantin’ me around.” She scoffed, sitting on the opposite side of the bed and far from Daniel.

“What are you saying-“

“Now why don’t you be a lady and get us a couple more beers and more of those potatoes.” She finishes off, rolling her eyes at his interruption. “Seriously, Daniel? You’re ridiculous. Why should I expect anything different from a man around his guy friends.”

“You’re mad ‘bout that?” Daniel asked with a chuckle. He tilts his head to the side and continues, “It was just a silly joke, babe. No need to get angry about it-“

“It was humiliating, Daniel.” Although her voice was soft and quiet, he could hear the hurt in it. “Their girlfriends all looked at me with pity while their laughs sounded like it was mocking me. It was embarrassing. You humiliated me in front of your own friends and for what?”

He stayed silent, finally recognizing how his words had hurt her. Each word she said emphasized how hurt and upset she felt.

At his silence, she scoffed and continued. “But you’re just a man. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Y/n sighs, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. “Y’know, you’re fun and wild, especially with your friends. But damn, you don’t know how that shit felt. I felt blue.”

Daniel scoots closer to her and reaches over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Darlin’, please forgive me.” His voice came out in a genuine whisper. “Those types of jokes are the ones my friends make. I know it isn’t an excuse for me embarrassing you because I don’t need to make the same jokes as ‘em. I should’ve thought twice ‘bout my words.”

“They were stupid.” She mumbles, keeping her eyes on him.

“Yeah, they were stupid jokes. I was stupid for it.” He says with a chuckle. “I know it won’t erase what happened or how you felt, but ‘m sorry. Truly. Believe me, darlin’.” He said the last sentence in a southern accent which was something that always made her smile.

And he was right because she threw a pillow at him as she failed to hide her smile. “You’re on thin ice, Daniel Ricciardo. And I’m going to be listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana for a long time! You hear me.” She said in between chuckles.

“Promise, I’ll never do or say anything stupid again.”

“But you are just a man…”

“Darlin’, not those types of stupid jokes. But you do make me act stupidly in love.”

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[belovedmusings]

“You have to trust me.”

18+ Explicit Smut 🚫Minors DNI🚫

You and Satoru get into an argument before he heads off to face Sukuna. You worry for his safety since the incident of his sealing is still fresh in your mind, begging him to let the others help, but he insists he has to do it alone. Hot, emotional sex follows.

Relevant tags: AFAB reader w/minimal gendered language, reader with no defined characteristics for inclusivity and realism, angst, hurt/no comfort, before Ch 236, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary/mating press, intentional baby making

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Privilege (The Weeknd), lovely (Billie Eilish), Lo Vas Olvidar (Billie Eilish, ROSALIA)

A/N: I have a follow-up to this where he survives the fight so that you can have some comfort after this hurt. I’ll link it at the end :’) for now enjoy some angst.

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“Satoru, please,” your voice tapers off at the end, the ache in your heart stinging with its intensity. “Please, don’t do it alone. You can have help. Yuuta—”

“This isn’t his fight,” Satoru insists, “I don’t want to involve innocent kids in this if I can help it.”

“So you’re just gonna go off and get yourself killed instead?”

His brows furrow, eyes frozen on your face. His lips part in disbelief, and after a moment of being stunned, he laughs incredulously.

“Seriously?” He asks you, “Do you really think that lowly of me? You think I’m marching off to my death right now?! You think I’m some weak little twerp or something? That’s all I am to you?!”

As he raises his voice, you start to feel guilt rising up in your chest. You hadn’t meant to say it like that. Here he is, about to fight for the sake of the world and you’re belittling him and undermining his strength. You’re telling him you expect him to lose, even if that wasn’t your intention. You’re supposed to be his support pillar—he doesn’t just let anyone in.

The anger fizzles out of you like ice water on hot coals. Instantly, you feel cold.

“No, Satoru,” you shake your head, remorse bubbling up so violently tears spring to your eyes. This is the love of your life, the man who has been nothing but sweet, patient, and kind to you. Sure, back when things were normal, he used to tease and get on your nerves, he had to work a lot and his time was stretched thin as a result, but he always made time for you. He always thought of you, brought you your favorite treats from his missions, latched onto you when he came back because he missed you.

Apparently you started sobbing at some point while you thought about all of that, because the next thing you know, he’s wrapping his newly thickened arms around you and pulling you into his sturdy chest.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you,” his voice is subdued now, full of guilt. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. It’s just that—”

“That’s not…” you sniffle, shaking your head as you try to find the strength to get a full sentence out in the midst of your break down. “I believe in you, Satoru, I do, I didn’t mean—didn’t mean to say that…”

He hugs you tighter, rubbing up and down your arm. You continue.

“I’m just so fucking scared, Satoru, I’m scared.”

More sobs wrack your body and he can only sigh heavily, trying to hold you as close to himself as he can.

“I don’t want to do this to you,” his voice is thin, like he’s trying hard to keep it even. “I hate that I can’t give you a normal, easy life with me.”

You huff, wrapping your arms around him. “That’s not…I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world, Satoru, for the world…”

“I just hate that this is causing you so much pain,” he replies. “I’m supposed to be taking it away, not making it worse. God, I really am the worst, aren’t I?”

You shake your head in disagreement, planting a kiss on his neck to protest his statement. His breath hitches, and the next moment, he’s raising your chin up with his index finger, ducking to connect your lips. You make a small noise in the back of your throat and kiss back, arms winding around his neck to draw him closer. You feel him hug your waist, and go willingly when he backs you up.

The backs of your legs meet the edge of his bed, the one that you’ve become so familiar with it’s more comfortable than your own at the place you rarely sleep anymore, and you realize that this might be the last chance you ever get to share it with him.

Another sob escapes you before you can stop it and you grab the collar of his shirt tightly, pulling him down with you. You fall onto the mattress, Satoru catching himself so he doesn’t crush you as he kisses you passionately.

You trail your palms down his chest, down his abdomen, over the tight black shirt he has on, then back up again just to feel him. Satoru is here right now, in your hands, on top of you—you need to cherish this while it lasts.

You break the kiss as your crying worsens, unable to stop lamenting the fact that you can’t freeze time in its place right now.

“Shh,” his sugary voice hushes you, “Shh, focus on me. I want this to feel good for you, okay? We can’t have you crying your way through it, silly, then you won’t remember a thing.”

You sniffle, trying to wipe at your eyes. “I don’t want to just r-remember you…I need you to be okay.”

“I am okay,” he says, pecking your brow bone sweetly. “I’m right here. Just feel me. Nothin’ else. Don’t even think right now, thinking’s not useful.”

You huff shakily, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his mouth go for your neck. He scrapes his teeth over your jugular to shock pleasure into your senses, successfully distracting some of the anguish right out of you.

“That’s it,” like this, his voice sounds almost like a purr, and you shiver, arms wrapping around his shoulders to grip at his back. He leaves a wet kiss where his teeth were and swipes his tongue over the spot, starting to suckle. You give him a soft noise in response, relishing in the fact that you know he’s leaving a mark on purpose. It’ll be there at least for a few days, or more if he really tries.

“Make it dark,” you breathe, “Give me as many as you can, please.”

“You don’t have to beg me,” he murmurs below your ear, sending heat pulsing downward. “I’ll give anything you want from me.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “Anything?”

At your eager question, he chuckles lowly, lifting himself up to meet your eyes. “Hmm. You have something specific in mind, don’t you?”

Your face heats up involuntarily, but the urgency of the situation has you forcing your bashfulness down. This might be the only time to ask. You had wanted to wait until the two of you were settled, maybe married if that’s what you agreed on, but now there might not be another moment. This could be it. And you know that if you don’t tell him what you want now and something happens, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.

With that thought, you take a deep breath and raise your hand to cup his face, brushing a few strands of his fringe away from his eyes.

“I want your baby, Satoru.”

You see the moment the words register in his brain. His eyes light up with something you’ve never seen before, and he smiles as if you just gave him the sweetest, most sincere compliment he’s ever heard.

“Yeah? A piece of me forever, huh?”

You nod, a grin tugging at your lips even as droplets continue to spill down your cheeks. “Yeah. Our love personified.”

He chuckles wetly and you think you see his eyes turn glossy, but he’s kissing you again before you can confirm it.

“It’s yours,” he says against your mouth. “All yours.”

You lose yourself in the long kiss that follows. All you can feel is him moving on top of you, tongue dancing with yours so intimately it would have the angels in the room blushing.

You raise your hips when he tugs at your pants, taking your underwear with them. He sits back on his haunches to slide them off your legs, eyes gentle as he gets between them and pushes his hands up underneath your shirt.

Sitting up quickly, you allow him to lift it off of you, discarding it behind himself. Now, you’re completely naked, but he’s still clothed.

“No fair,” you say, eyeing his shirt like it’s offensive, and he laughs.

“Say no more, say no more,” he replies, “Just lay down for me.”

Your stomach flutters with butterflies as you do as he tells you, looking up at him kneeling between your legs. You watch as he crosses his arms to peel his tight shirt off of his sculpted muscles, smooth, fair skin coming into view. He’d put a Greek god to shame, you think. He’s so tear-jerkingly beautiful it threatens madness in your mind.

“Like what you see?” He taunts mischievously, standing up to untie his pants and push those along with his boxers down his hips. His reddened erection springs free and you stare unabashedly at it, never having got used to the sight fully. He’s huge, both long and thick, all smooth skin except for a prominent vein on the underside. You used to joke with him early on in your relationship that it was the main reason for his cocky attitude, that you’d probably act the same way if you had a dick like that, and it always made him laugh. You love making him laugh. God, you love Satoru so much.

“Oh, you definitely like what you see now,” he snorts, climbing back onto the bed. “Gotta admit, it’s hot as hell to see you objectify me like that.”

“I wasn’t—”

“I’m nothing but a glorified sperm donor, mistress.”

You make an incredulous face. “What? I’m not—you don’t even—”

“Shh, I’m just teasin’,” he grins at you, leaning down to peck your lips. “I know you love me.”

You blow out a puff of air like a deflating balloon. “Satoru, I swear to god.”

He chuckles, shutting himself up by kissing you again. “That’s just how I show love.”

You chase his lips, hearing his words for the ‘I love you’ they truly are, threading your hands in his hair.

His big palms find your hips and he centers them for himself, lining up and grinding his stiff member against your wet core.

“Mmh,” you moan, moving with him, “Satoru…”

He sighs shakily, grabbing the crook of your knee to push it up, giving himself more room to move. His grinds become more forceful and it has you stuttering little gasps, nails digging into his back.

“Already scratchin’ me up?” He asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “But I haven’t even put it in yet.”

The laugh you reply with is half-assed, need distracting you, and you find his eyes. “What’s stopping you?”

“Oh? Someone’s impatient,” he chuckles, stamping a kiss to your nose. “All right, all right. Better give you what you want.”

He takes ahold of himself and lines up, breathing a heavy sigh as he sinks into you. As soon as he does, you make a noise in the back of your throat, hugging him closer to you. As he bottoms out, you can’t help but press more chaste kisses wherever you can on him—his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. You just love him. You love the feeling of his body on top of yours, the warm weight unique to him, how he fills your arms up, tangible and strong. You breathe in deeply, the sweet musk of his skin filling your senses. It’s your favorite scent in the entire world.

He pulls back and rocks forward again slowly, taking care to get you used to his size. So much has happened lately that you haven’t been able to get intimate a lot, so you have to let him ease you back into it.

As he works you open on his cock slowly, you take to caressing the smooth skin of his back, eyes closed to revel in the sound of his heavy breaths, strained with the effort to control his movements so as not to hurt you. You love how solid he is under your palms. You could touch him forever. If he survives this fight, you swear that you’ll never let go of him again. You plead mentally with any deity that may hear you to protect Satoru.

You kiss the soft underside of his chin and hold him closer, holding onto that thought. Protect him. Keep him safe. Keep him alive. I love this man so much, just please don’t take him away from me.

He chooses that moment to start picking up the pace, the dull ache it gives you enough to thankfully keep you from spiraling further. You sigh, bending your knees further to give him more room. Your legs then wrap around him, ankles crossing at the base of his spine, and he responds by going faster. The room begins to fill with the sound of your bodies meeting over and over, his length molding you to his shape with every push of his hips into yours.

On a particularly hard thrust, you gasp, tightening around him, and it causes him to groan right after you. His voice is so sweet. It was one of the things that stood out to you about him when you had first met him—the way he always seemed to have perfect control over it. He speaks with ebbs and flows to contour the meanings of his words, to give them his special nuance that perfectly colors in his personality. He’s just so animated when he speaks. If he’s annoyed, you’ll hear it. If he’s playful, you’ll hear it. If he’s happy, you’ll hear it.

Right now, as he works through stuttered breaths and hitched moans, delivered exhales of your name weaved into declarations of his bliss, you hear the pleasure you’re giving him. That control starts to slip and words start tumbling from his lips, voice thin and shaky, a tone reserved just for you.

You turn your head to lay a kiss on his lips, landing on the corner of his mouth, but he understands what you need, sweeping you into a languid, passionate make out session as he rocks in and out of you. You hear him make a sort of wet noise before he doubles down on his efforts, pushing deep inside of you and starting to roll his body.

“Satoru,” you hiss in surprise, mouth falling open as his abdomen grinds against the sensitive bud above the place he’s buried inside of, heightening the goosebumps that break out on your skin. Your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to start making as many marks on your skin as he can with his mouth. Like this, you feel yourself getting close, and that has you remembering what comes after this.

He’s going to leave, and he might not come back.

This might be the last time you ever get to have him.

“I love you,” you say, just needing to get the words out, needing him to know. “You’re so important to me—thank you for everything, Satoru.”

His breath catches in his throat and he finds your gaze, reaching up to cup your jaw in his palm.

“Thank you for everything,” He replies sincerely. “Thank you for loving me. For dealing with all my bullshit and sticking by me.”

“Always,” you shake your head, eyes filling with new tears. You sniffle, feeling that choked desperation start seizing your chest again. “Always, Satoru.”

He smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Those beautiful luminescent oceans only reflect the deep sadness the both of you feel, and to see it glaringly obvious in his gaze breaks your heart. He can’t fake his happiness this time, not even for you. He’s human too, and being here with you like this in what might be the last time threatens to undo him.

Satoru swallows thickly and concentrates on his movements to distract himself, forcing himself to focus on the noises you make as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He wants this to last forever just like you do, but you both know he’s needed by more people than just you.

Your climax approaches and with it, your emotions swell up inside of you. You remember meeting him for the first time, you remember when he started pursuing you, how happy he was when you agreed to a date, how hard he’d tried to win you over yet how effortless he made it look. Every time you two shared a laugh, every time he was there while you cried, how he always managed to put a smile back on your face. How sweet of a man he is to his students, how proud you can tell he is whenever he talks about them, and how his eyes light up whenever he eats a treat he’s fond of. God, you just love him.

“Satoru,” you whimper, orgasm hitting you abruptly. “Oh god, I love you so much.”

He exhales forcefully as he feels it, managing a few sloppy thrusts before he’s cumming as well pushing as deep as he can go in effort to fulfill your earlier request.

As you start to come down, the fear and despair come back tenfold, overtaking you in a fit of sobs. He wraps his arms around you and buries his nose in your hair.

“I’ll win,” He whispers to you, “I will. I’ll come back and we’ll raise the little shit we just made together, okay? They’ll probably grow up like me but I hope they’re more like you, baby.”

You hiccup loudly as you cry harder, clinging to the image of a happy family with him for dear life.

“It’s gonna be okay. You have to trust me,” He insists, inhaling slowly. “I have to go now.”

You hold him tighter, squeezing your eyes shut to commit this to memory before he’s pulling away, lifting himself off of you and grabbing his clothes quickly.

He dresses in silence, your cries the only thing echoing around the room. All you can manage to do is put on one of his button-ups from the foot of his bed, wiping furiously at your eyes.

Too soon, he’s clothed again, and it’s time for him to go.

He walks over to you again and takes your chin gently in his hand, tilting it up so that your eyes connect. He smiles softly at you.

“You know that I love you, right?”

A deep ache seats into your chest. He’s said it in a million ways before but never in its original form, those simple, crater-heavy three words. You nod, sniffling as another wave of lament threatens to pull you under.

“I do,” you confirm, forcing it out in a strained voice. He nods to himself, leaning in and pressing his soft lips to your forehead.

You feel the moment that he uses his technique to flash himself out of the room, because his warm presence that naturally takes up a lot of space vanishes and leaves absolutely everything feeling cold and sterile.

You break down again, head falling into your hands.

Shoko had told you where everyone would be watching the fight take place. You want to be there, and you will go, but you need to be alone first.

You just hope with all of your might that you won’t be left alone with only a piece of him to succeed his legacy. You want him to be there too. You need him to be there.

You need him to be okay.

—-

A/N: i gave myself an ouchie on the heart while writing this. whoops. also wow is he gorgeous in that picture at the top?? anyways here’s the second part where he survives bc i should be gege instead so he’ll be okay :-)

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo imagine #gojo smut #gojo x reader

[belokhvostikova]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing and playful mentions of religion.

In truth, Eddie Munson does not care if you're not into the metal scene. Though it wasn't until instances like last Friday, in which he truly realized just how little you knew, and he had a fucking field day.

It all began when you were propped on sore elbows and laying on your tummy, as his rough carpet scratched your skin, and you attempted to do your homework. Heavy on the "attempt" because Eddie Munson situated himself right next to you, and made it his life's mission to steal your attention.

Lifelessly, he'd plopped from his bed, a heavy grunt following, and landed right next to you. "C'mon, sweetheart, you've been doing that shit for hours." Ten minutes. It'd only been ten minutes. "It can't possibly be more entertaining than me." He pouted.

You merely giggled. "Eds, I'm trying to finish so I can hang out with you."

"Can't you just hang out now?" He huffed. "I mean, isn't that the whole point of, you know, coming over?"

You could only scoff with a smile. "Uh, if I'm not mistaken, it was you who said I could finish my work here." You stated matter of factly.

"Puh-lease." His dramatic sass always kicking in. "You and I both know, sweetheart, that I just said that to get you to come over." He spoke such truth so highly, it made you laugh. "Besides, wouldn't you rather be doing something romantic, like making out with your smokin' hot boyfriend while listening to music?"

"Oh, right, because your little punk music is so romantic."

It was then you heard the most conspicuous gasp ever uttered by Eddie Munson, as he sat up, hand over his heart, like he was in a corny soap opera. The way his large eyes grew even bigger had you reeling back your words to see where you went wrong.

Now, to any normal person, the obvious would have been the clear insult of calling his taste unromantic, but to a metalhead? Yeah, it was something completely different.

"'Punk music?!'" He reiterated with such bewilderment. "I do not listen to punk music!" You've never seen such offense and disgust consume his dramatic antics. It had you dying of laughter. "You think this is funny?!"

"Yeah, I do." You unabashedly answered with a giggle. "It all sounds the same, what's the difference?"

Your rhetorical question left Eddie Munson's mouth agape. "You are walking on thin ice here, missy." He pointed a finger, as if discipling you. "I am a metalhead! Not punk. Metal! C'mon, say it with me, me-tal-head."

You laughed incredulously, with a playful slap to his arm. "Shut up!"

"C'mere!" You squealed, as he manhandled you onto his lap, ready to teach you a lesson and because you were infuriatingly cute, gushing his insides with happiness, even if you misjudged his choice of music genres.

"Look." He redirected you to a peeling poster on his wall with a point to his finger. "You see him? You know who that is?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Eddie, I know who Ozzy Osbourne is." You mocked with a bored voice.

"Good, because he's lesson number one." He put on his stern face, one that was used to mimic Ms. O'Donnell. "Me and Ozzy are a package deal; you date me, you date him."

"I can't date Ozzy Osbourne." You laughed at the obvious.

"That's right, so you worship him instead." He nodded his head in complete seriousness. "Right before you go to bed, I want you on your knees and praying to him. He's your god. An Ozzyist, if you will."

You laughed with pure joy, because, my god, you couldn't believe you got the bragging rights of dating Eddie Munson.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader

[halfway-happyyy]

california king bed (jake seresin)

AN: the one where jake seresin realizes his selfish tendencies could cost him everything. inspired by this ask. fluff and a dash of smut exist below the cut ♡

warnings include: consensual penetrative vaginal sex, some oddly specific details in here friends, so sorry it's part of my process sometimes, minors DNI.

characters: jake 'hangman' seresin x female reader

Jake Seresin is falling in love with the woman sleeping soundly beside him.

It’s much too early to be contemplating such things, yet despite that, a morning sun bathes her in a pale glow, highlighting the parts of her that no one else gets to see as up-close as he does. A front-row show to the world’s most wondrous woman.

He knows it’s love because everything else he’s ever experienced has paled in comparison to what he feels when he’s with her. Where he had never before bothered to know a woman as intimately as he knows her, he can tell anyone who'll listen what her favourite films are. He can name- with infuriating confidence- the types of flowers she wants to make up her future wedding bouquet, the titles of the tattered paperback westerns her beloved grandfather used to collect, that her socks stay in the laundry basket a full week before she finally summons the strength to put them away. He knows he’s in especially deep because the precarious stack of unread novels next to her side of the bed never ceases to make him smile anytime he catches sight of it.

She shifts then, rousing him from his reverie. Her body is entirely nude save for the white cotton sheet draped over her front. He counts the freckles that scatter her back like constellations, and the urge to reach out and trace them is almost entirely overpowering. He refrains from touching her though, because as much as he wants to wake her, he also wants this moment to himself. In the silence, he can admit that he is on thin ice with her. He knows that the fight they had last night could very well have been one of their last, and he realizes without a shadow of a doubt, that he wants a lifetime more of heated arguments with her. He wants the fights and the makeups; the fucking and the loving, and the life- the good bits and the gory bits. He wants all of it with her.

But she is fine sand and he is the hourglass that encases her and sometimes- like last night, he feels powerless to stop her inevitable departure.

“I worry sometimes that I’m not cut out for relationships.” The alcohol in his veins made his tongue loose- made being honest with her as effortless as breathing.

She laughed, but any humor behind it was frozen inside a block of ice the size of Texas. “So what? The last seven months were a trial run? ‘Let’s see if Jake Seresin can do this… and if he can’t oh, well. Onto the next one’.”

“It’s not like that…”

She folded her arms across her chest in defiance. “Then tell me what it’s like because I care, Jake. I care so much. But if you can’t let me in…” Her expression hardened, as if a shadow passed over it. “If you won’t let me in, I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

He watches the steady rise and fall of her chest in the glowing morning light; watches her eyes dance beneath veined lids, wonders briefly what kind of dream she’s having and if it’s as lovely as she looks right now. He gazes at her a little while longer; wants to memorize every miniscule detail of her face lest she opens her eyes and decides she’s finished with it all. But her eyes do slide open a little while later, her pupils constricting to pinpricks at the sudden onslaught of sunlight. She doesn’t smile at him like she normally does when she greets him in the morning and that rattles him a little if he’s honest.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He offers finally, his voice gruff and heavy from recent sleep.

She watches him, her expression unreadable. “You were just being honest.”

He closes his eyes, wants desperately to get what he’s about to say, right. “I do well on my own. I always have. It's why I choose not to share the sky with anyone, it's certainly why I choose not to involve myself with anyone.” He clears his throat. “I have spent so much of my life thinking I was above loving and being loved back, and for some reason that all went out the damn door with you.”

I have spent so much of my life thinking I was above everything, period.

“Women like me come along once in a lifetime, Jake.” She inches closer to him, her fingertips find the jut of his chin, forcing him to gaze at her. “You know that don’t you?”

He nods his head furtively.

“I realize how close I came to blowing this all up last night. It’s the last thing I want to do.”

The weight of the vulnerability that comes along with that confession feels like it may just crush him if he’s not careful.

Her face hovers mere inches above his; her warm breath as it ghosts over his lips causes him to shiver against her in unabashed anticipation. Bending forward, she captures his lips in a kiss that while languid, is also painted with a dash of scarlet passion. This was what they needed after a night of stifling silence. Knotted bedsheets always offered them a solace not found anywhere else on earth; their bed had a habit of bringing them back together when they strayed too far from one another.

He's already entirely ready for her when she breaks their kiss to straddle his thighs. He can tell she is too by the way her arousal trails down the velvet-soft of her inner thigh, over the head of his cock, and down the underside of his shaft. The sensation of it causes his eyes to roll back in his head as he grips himself firmly in his hand and lines himself up at her entrance.

Placing both hands firmly on his shoulders, she lowers herself onto his impossibly hard cock and begins to ride him slowly, and deeply. She drops her head to the hollow crook of space between his neck and shoulder blade and peppers kisses to the warm skin there.

Jake can barely string together a coherent thought; she’s always taken him so well, but there is an intimacy to this time that causes a lump of emotion to swell inexplicably in the hollow of his throat. His large, deft hands roam the dips and valleys of her back; he feels her muscles bend and flex as she rides him like her life depends on it and being close with her like this after last night, just feels like coming home after a long, exhausting mission.

She pulls away to gaze at him, opens her mouth to say something, but a desperate whimper escapes in place of any actual words. Jake stifles a groan and cups a palm to the apple at her cheek, nodding at her.

“I know, baby. Keep going.”

And she does.

She fucks him until her hips still and Jake feels her spasm around him. His name is a breathless scream on her lips; the electric and all-encompassing heat of her orgasm drives him ever closer to the precipice of his own and Jake wonders briefly if this is what heaven is like.

“It’s too good, baby.” He gasps as she continues to pulse around him, and when she doesn’t immediately stop, his fingernails leave crescent-moon indents in the soft skin of her hips as he tosses his head back and comes into her in thick, hot waves.

She stays connected to him longer than she should, and when she lifts herself off of him, the sudden loss of intimate contact is almost painful. Pressing a kiss his sweat-damp forehead, she disappears for a little while. Her absence is felt long enough that Jake wonders momentarily if she left, but then she enters their room a couple minutes later with a bowl of strawberries which she places on counter next to his side of the bed.

“I love you.”

It has nothing to do with how good she just fucked him, or that she brings him freshly washed strawberries in the mornings, or even that she waits for him while he spends most of his waking moments in the clouds.

He loves her because where everything else in his life is difficult or heavy, loving her is the easiest decision he’s ever made.

“I love you too, you cocky bastard.” Her words are warbled around the strawberry in her mouth, and as she tosses a wink his way, Jake can’t help the hearty guffaw that tumbles from his mouth in happy waves.

#have i been on a rihanna kick lately? ill never tell #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #jake seresin imagines #top gun: maverick #tgm #glen powell #smut #writing #drabble #california king bed

[undercoverpena]

matt murdock x fem!reader || 18+

an: so I’ve finished a work event super late (it’s past midnight) and I just thought to myself how fuming murdock would be when he discovered I (we/you) were alone at this time or night. and it went a little smutty. I don’t know why. I’ve also been drinking, so it may be crap, and it’s unproofed—so warning for spelling mistakes

——

you had thought of calling him. but then you thought of him saving someone, putting someone in their place—someone bad—and you taking him from someone who really needed him.

so you didn’t call.

you walked, and would do until you could hail a cab. hating how dark it was, how awful New York sounded at night.

your fear growing, as though knowing—from listening to matt—how the worst parts of humanity could be waiting. that the cackling laugh may not just be someone having a great time.

which is why you wanted to get home as soon as possible. and it’s the only reason you walked down the alleyway to begin with.

and he wasn’t happy.

you didn’t need to see his face to tell. you could read his body language. even under the thick, black outfit he was donning again.

cursing under your breath, you remain silent as he pulls his mask off. his hair standing at all angles, jaw tight, chin tilted down.

“the event finished later than I thought.”

it’s all you said, all you could say.

and to make it worse he was silent, taking your hand, walking with you—or pulling you. it wasn’t until you reached the end of the alleyway, a yellow cab being flagged down did he even turn his face to you.

“get in.”

“but ma—“

“get in, sweetheart. now.”

and you do. because fuck, he’s kinda scary like this.

his hand on the door, holding it as you slid in before pausing. “I’ll meet you at yours later.”

not a question. a statement.

you swallowed, nodding before you remember and adding a sure.

and so began hours of nervous energy. adrenaline thumping through you, not sure what to do with it. normally, when your nervous or stressed, he helps alleviate it.

he traces his teeth over your pulse, fingers snaking under, in or around items of clothing until you’re breathily whispering his name.

it’s why you’re turned on.

it’s why you’re fiddling with the pattern on your cushion, clenching your thighs together. you’re so lost in thought, you don’t hear him open your window.

his new preferred method of not disturbing you.

it’s not until he’s stood in the doorway, blocking the light from your hallway do you even realise he’s there. and then, it’s all you can think about.

because he’s shirtless, maskless. his jaw is still set, his glare still somewhere between furious and relieved.

and fuck, you wanted him.

you wanted him to command you like he did earlier. you wanted him to split you in half. you wanted him to drive you to the edge until you were a whimpering mess.

because that look on his face made you feral.

“oh sweetheart, if you think I’m going to reward you for doing as your told earlier—you have another thing coming.”

your thighs clench, lips press together, and you have to try your hardest not to whimper.

he moves closer, it taking him all but three strides until he’s at the foot of your bed—towering over you. and then he tilts his head, and you’re sure you see a smirk, even briefly.

“what if I—“

“I’d be very quiet if I were you,” he says, voice low, almost dark. “you’re on thin ice as it is.”

you want to snark back. you want to mumble something about being good, really. but, just the fact he’s slowly moving down, arms either side of your thighs as he dips the mattresss with his knees makes you silent.

it makes you compliant.

“if I’d known telling you what to do would make you so silent, sweetheart. I’d have done something earlier.”

that made you smirk. “there lots of things you want to tell me to do, murdock?”

he laughs, as low as his voice is.

his body moving up yours, forcing you to lie back, his face almost parallel to yours in a matter of moments.

“turn over.”

“what else?” you ask, smirking, almost reaching out to brush his cheek with your finger.

but his hand grabs your wrist, reflexes far quicker than yours. “no. I’m telling you, turn over.”

a thrum vibrates through you, your chest suddenly unable to take a breath for a second as he lifts up onto his knees.

“now, sweetheart.”

and you do.

fuck, you do.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader smut #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x reader smut #daredevil x reader #matt murdock smut

[w3bgrl]

truth woven within the venom

synopsis: even when she reached out he was pushing her away; after months of festering angst and a growing list of instances where they butt-heads, changbin and juyeon’s pent up feelings finally boil over in their first ever fight.

date: late september 2019

era: pre-double knot

word count: 1.5k

featuring: kang juyeon, seo changbin, bang chan mentioned, ot10 referenced

warnings: swearing, arguing, hurt/comfort?

a/n: eeek soooo happy to be posting again! i hope you like sweet & sour as much as i do (*^▽^*)

"but you don't listen! that's the problem! it goes in one ear and right out the other. why don’t you listen to me?"

in hindsight, it was really quite a minuscule issue that started this screaming match — but hindsight was always 20/20.

after dinner on this particularly cold september night, changbin and juyeon had been the poor souls to lose rock-paper-scissors against the rest, leaving the grumbling pair to wash dishes and throw away any trash left behind by the 8 full-bellied boys. and though the other members' eyes would all wearily shift to chan for guidance on the volatile pair now dragging their feet to the kitchen, he'd simply round them up before making up an excuse for them to be out of the house, hollering something about the studio before the door closing behind them echoed throughout the starkly silent walls.

"i'll dry, it's your turn to wash." juyeon would say shortly as she gathered the plates. she honestly half-expected the response from changbin.

"but — i washed them last week."

"right," she placed them in the sink with an already clenched jaw "but i washed dishes yesterday, so it's your turn."

the mahogany-haired boy then shook his head dissmisively. "i think you're remembering wrong."

and that's where it started; over who was going to wash the dishes and who was going to put them away. again, a minuscule issue that wouldn't have been a problem if not for the thinned patience this duo had with one another over the past few months. they'd been butting heads quite frequently, not big enough to actually create an issue but often enough for the other boys to notice, which is why the leader hurried the boys out to hopefully allow them to work it out on their own. however, not one of the members could have expected it to pan out the way it did.

"oh —" changbin nearly scoffed, arms folded over his chest as the dishes had now been long forgotten in favor of their argument "sorry i don't heed your every word, your majesty. i didn't know whatever you say was of the utmost importance."

juyeon huffed and rolled her eyes "you are such a baby sometimes. you know that's not what i said."

"it's what you want to say! so just say it! 'i'm juyeon and i'm just so fucking important that what i say goes.'"

"don't be a dick."

he nearly laughed now, the blissful victory on the horizon curling his lips into a condescending smile "see! 'don't be a dick, changbin. watch your tone, changbin — bend over backwards on my command, changbin.' you're so full of yourself that you can't see how fucking demanding you are."

this jab at the older girl quickly became apparent as a step in the opposite direction, as now she was the one smiling deviously, a dry chuckle escaping her bitten lips. "at least i'm not a whiny little bitch all the time! honestly," she laughed again "it's like you're always on your period or something. even my emotions are on thicker ice than yours."

"it's not me on thin ice, juyeon, it's you. you are just so —”

changbin’s face tomatoed as he searched for the words before ultimately giving up on accurately pinpointing what it was about her that drove him mad, instead deciding to return the putrid way she made him feel, throwing the oozing pus infecting his heart back in her face.

“you drive me insane! you drive me up the fucking wall every day, juyeon! i can’t stand you! i can’t stand living and working with a bitch like you! you are the worst thing to happen to me — truly. i would be relieved if you just fell off the face of the earth."

there was a brief beat before her response, and from his place across the livingroom changbin could see her demeanor shift; her furrowed brows softening along with the sharp gaze pointing daggers his way, replaced by the discernable crease of a frown in the corner of her lips, folded arms falling with the weight of sheer disappointment. “is that true?”

his own intensity reeled back at her reaction and changbin found himself grasping at the truth woven within the venom — the well-meaning feelings masked by the disease of lovesickness. and while the memories felt so distant by this point, that feeling juyeon afflicted him with still lingered, nurturing his yearning until it grew teeth and learned to bite.

“is it?” juyeon prodded “that i’m the worst thing to happen to you?”

it wasn’t — of course it wasn’t. “you…” he’d start, starkly gentler than before “you live in every corner of my mind, ju. i can't think without thinking about you. i just — i miss you."

now, from her place by the door where she'd threatened to walk out before turning around to bark back once again, juyeon watched as his eyes grew glossy while he fought to keep his composure. his previously broad stance had dissolved into that of a teenage boy caving into himself, and as his hands found the back of the couch to brace the weight pressing him into the mantle, changbin lowered his head to hide the humiliation boiling his cheeks. this image in itself had her own vision going blurry with the tears forming.

"you think i don't?"

changbin would only sniffle. juyeon took a step closer.

"changbin." she'd say almost sternly, his wet eyes peering up to look upon her call "you think i feel any differently?"

"how should i know? you've kept me at an arms length for months now."

now juyeon felt the nausea of shame. she gulped before nodding. "you know what? you're right; i have been distant for a while, and i'm sorry. but you are the one that's been pushing me away."

jisung always did boast how well of a communicator juyeon was. hell, changbin knew this himself, but it was still quite overwhelming when knelt before her authenticity. he knew he should mirror her — own up to his shit and apologize — but as the words failed to come out he noted the inability to fully be that vulnerable with her now; even when she reached out he was pushing her away.

changbin looked back down at the couch. the air in the room grew thick with each passing second of silence the older girl refused to fill leaving them both sniffling quietly, parallel with one another in the group's living room, oxygen in their lungs coagulating like soup. finally, after what felt like eternity of changbin's ears growing a deeper shade of red, she spoke again.

"when did we get like this?"

finally something easier to respond to. "like what?" he asked.

"like...guarded. there used to be nothing you couldn't — wouldn't say to me."

changin lifted his head, cheeks wet and eyes red from the tears he'd concealed from her, offering at least a step in the right direction. he found juyeon a step closer with her own tears dripping down her chin. "you know when."

"why?"

he shook his head now, a dry chuckle almost escaping his glossy lips. "because —" changbin cut himself off. juyeon was then suddenly moving to sit on the couch with her attentive eyes peered up at him, waiting earnestly for him to continue. he inhaled sharply at the burn in his chest.

“because i hate how you make me feel. it feels pathetic — i feel pathetic. because you exist and suddenly i can't act right. and i have all this feeling inside and to you it’s only words — and i love you — like a monster like a beast; like something not worth loving back. and all i want is you but i can't have you, and it feels pathetic.”

for a moment just long enough for him to note her concentrated gaze fixated on his, juyeon sat and thoroughly sifted over his words before finally looking away. this, too, was only for a moment, as she soon looked back up to gingerly place her own hand on top of his.

“i told you; the love isn’t going anywhere, bin. it’s always here, even if i see you everyday, even if i never see you again. it’s not going anywhere. are you?”

it was changbin’s turn to marinate in her tender words. “n-no,” he sputtered “no.”

“then stop pushing me away. let me in, and be my friend again while the days pass."

"even after everything i said?"

juyeon would look up expectantly. "well...is there anything else you want to say?" he didn't need to be convinced this time, the older girl's transparency now came as a comfort than a threat. changbin placed his other hand on top of hers.

"i'm sorry. truly. i didn't mean any of it. i just...wanted you to hurt like i hurt."

finally, for the first time in months, juyeon's smile was directed at him; small and weak and honestly barely there, but it most definitely wasn't the frown he'd grown accustomed to. "we'll work on that." she hummed.

chan and the rest of the boys would return home an hour or so later with half-eaten ice creams in hand to find a completely clean kitchen.

#♡ billie #♡ binchu #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition #seo changbin imagines #changbin imagines

[my-own-walker]

fluff with frat kyle dating a really pretty girl and he gets jealous when guys flirt with her at parties 🤭🤭 thanks bae ily

The Bends

note: i love naming my fics after music i like...i was literally just about to write a jealous!evan fic and this request came in. perfect perfect timing.

warnings: jealous!kyle, fluff,

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Kyle's POV

She was effervescent. She dazzled. Y/N's beauty was electrifying.

I knew from meeting her that I'd have my hands full. Not with her, of course. Instead, with the attention she garnered. She was a bright light that no one could take their eyes off of.

I consider myself so lucky to have her. When I asked her out, I half expected her to laugh in my face. Instead, she replied, 'I never thought you'd ask.' She always said things that would steal my breath and make me delirious. It was dizzying.

I watched her as she danced in her little black dress. Her hair bounced as she moved and the light hit her skin perfectly, keeping my eyes fixated on her.

We were at Tau Kappa Epsilon's spring formal. All fraternities and sororities on campus were invited. I went, naturally bringing Y/N as my plus one. She wasn't involved in Greek life, meaning none of these guys would know her. She was fresh meat to them.

The crowd was suffocating. TKE's house wasn't big enough to hold an event like that. But she still found a way to dance. She was like that. She was a bit of an introvert but with good music and a little something to drink she became the life of the party. Even in a scary situation, like not knowing any of these people, she still shimmered.

I left her to go get us some drinks. We decided to pre-game the party in Y/N's apartment. Arrive drunk and get home relatively sober. That was the plan. But once we got there, she decided she needed something more. I didn't trust the knuckleheads serving the alcohol to not give her something extra in her drink if she went to get it herself.

Instead of rejoining her right away, though, I was pulled away by one of my brothers.

Before I knew it, the wolves descended on her. Clutching both drinks across the room, half listening to Tyler drone on about our frat's probation, I watched as Ethan Davis from Sigma Chi sauntered up to my girl. The dude always thought he was the shit. I grew sick watching him stoop down to speak closely to her ear. She replied with a smile, looking up at him with her sparkly doe eyes. They chatted for a bit too long for my liking, and Y/N was beginning to look very uncomfortable.

As soon as his hand touched her hip, I was off. I placed both drinks in Tyler's hands and bounded through the throngs of people toward my girlfriend.

'Yo Davis! What the fuck, man?' I shouted, rounding on him.

'Hey, hey,' Ethan shouted protectively, throwing his hands up. 'What's good, bro?'

'That's my fucking girl. Lay off,' I said through gritted teeth.

'You can still score even if there's a goalie, Spencer,' he laughed, smirking in a way that made my blood boil. I looked at Y/N, upset evident on her face. I raised my fist and connected it with Ethan's cheek, sending the surrounding crowd into a frenzy.

'It's a fight!' someone screamed.

Ethan swiftly kneed me in my stomach making me double over. Before I could even react, his fist made contact with my eye. Then, he pushed my shoulders with both of his hands, sending me flying into the floor. Frat guys came from all corners of the room to break us up. Ethan's Sigma Chi brothers held him back and mine came rushing to my side.

Y/N darted to me the quickest, though. She and Tyler helped me to my feet, sparing my dignity if only slightly. She took my face in her hands, a look of concern overcoming her.

'Baby! Are you okay?' she gushed. I could only manage a nod. My breath still hadn't returned from the gut punch.

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We left minutes after that, not before I got a stern talking to from other members of my fraternity about not causing a scene. We were already on thin ice as it was.

We were driven home by Y/N's roommate, who she called as soon as we stepped out into the cool night.

The drive was quick. Y/N fussed over me the whole ride home. I was pretty sure I was concussed. I couldn't manage even a few words back to her the entire way home. Bits of clarity came back to me when we walked in the door. I took off my shoes and headed straight for Y/N's room. After taking off my clothes, I crashed into her bed, face down.

The door swung open not long after.

'Okay, I got you water, Advil, and a snack. Are crackers okay? I can get something sweet if you'd prefer that...' Y/N prattled.

'I'm okay, angel. Just a bruised ego,' I assured her, sounding muffled with my face planted firmly in her pillows.

'Oh, honey, I am so sorry,' she effused, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. I flipped over onto my side so I could look at her. She looked so radiant, even with the apprehension on her face. I sat up and pulled her into me, hugging her tightly. I placed a soft kiss on her head.

'I'll do anything for my girl,' I murmured against her head. 'Guys gotta understand that you're mine. Not theirs.' She moved to look at me, a slight smile on her lips.

'I am yours,' she affirmed.

'He was bothering you, right?' I confirmed. 'I didn't read the situation wrong?'

'Yeah Kyle, he was bothering me. He was complimenting my, and I quote, tight ass,' she rolled her eyes. 'I was glad you stepped in, actually. Sorry you got a black eye out of it.'

'Wait, I did?' I replied, shocked. I touched my left eye and felt a stinging pain. 'I guess I did.'

'Oh, this is all my fault!' she cried, putting her face in her hands.

'No, no,' I pulled her into me again. 'I'll do anything for you, my gorgeous girl. Anything. Helping you is worth a black eye.' She nestled her face into my chest. I breathed in the sweet smell of her hair. I could have lived in that moment forever.

'You're too good to me, Kyle,' she sighed, after a while.

'I promise. Anything for you,' I cooed, pulling up her chin and kissing her sweetly.

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TEEHEE I liked this!!! Thanks for the request. My inbox is open if you'd like anything else! I have a Kit oneshot in the works atm.

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #ahs #evan peters oneshot #evan peters x reader #kyle spencer imagine #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #ahs coven

[allsaiint]

↠ john price/reader

↠ word count: 1800

↠  masterlist | next chapter

↠ description: late nights and fireworks don’t mix as well as late night and price does.

↠ warnings: implied lead up to smut?

↠ author’s notes: funny that price is the first character i post for. figured it would’ve been ghost or soap but whatever. i kind of wrote this with them as mercenaries in mind? i have a whole thought process behind it but it doesn’t matter much. i may actually write a second chapter if i can get the hell out of my own way.

It was cold out. It was freezing outside, with snow piled up three feet deep and obscuring the gravel and dirt driveway to the main road. It was a pitch black, moonless 2am, but there you were, leaning against the column with half a cup of lukewarm tea in your hands. Given it was New Years, the fireworks were expected, but it did little to help you sleep through them. The memories of artillery fire and smoke were the pleasant parts of your dreams compared to some others, and you had had too much experience with your own nightmares to attempt any more sleeping tonight. What you would give to be Soap or Gaz or Rodolfo, who were able to sleep through anything. What you would give to be Alejandro with a family to go home to for comfort.

Another round of fireworks went off, and you were torn between watching them with fondness and ducking. 

Amidst the popping and sizzling, the door opened behind you. You smelled him before you saw him, recognized Price by the smell of cigarillos and aftershave and thick smoke permeating the ice thin air.

“Cap,” you murmured without turning, letting your head rest on the column. 

Your name was a soft reply from the doorway. He was the only one to use your real name with any regularity. Soap was all about the pet names, and the rest used your call sign almost exclusively. The cup in your hands was replaced with another that was full and still steaming. The ceramic warmed your stiff fingers while a jacket was draped over your shoulders. Then he said, “Can’t sleep?”

The answer was obvious, and though it was posed as a question, it was more of a statement. Price was anything but presumptuous and always gave you an in or an out when it came to anything personal. If you wanted to say yes, he would be glad to listen. If you wanted to say no, he would let you lie.

“I keep thinking about our first mission, the test to see if I could join the 141. The fireworks always remind me of it, how I honestly thought I’d killed you by blowing that barrel up,” you said instead of answering.

Price was quiet for a moment save for his breath a little heavy in the crisp silence. Then, you heard the snow that was piled up on the porch crunch beneath his feet. A hand landed on your hip, another on the railing, and suddenly you were warm as he said, “I never doubted it when you said it was the only option. It was you that spotted the ambush, realized the comms were down. I doubt we’d be here if you’d hesitated.”

“You were in the hospital for six weeks,” you said, tipping your head back. Instead of his shoulder, you bumped his chin. 

His head turned down and his nose brushed your cheek. His breath was warm on your skin when he said, “Better than the alternative. Should’ve realized something was fucked when they tried to court martial you for it.”

You laughed, and the cold air made your lungs burn. “You know it was unrelated. I still worry they were right, sometimes. It was dangerous. Stupid.”

It was something you had held onto for a long time. It rarely bothered you anymore, but it was too close to the anniversary, and you had had too little sleep in the last few days. 

Price, in his quasi-omniscient way, seemed to understand what you were unable to say. The hand on your hips slipped further, his arm latching around your stomach to hold you still so he could press closer. You lamented the thick jacket separating you from really feeling him. His arm was bare but he was still so warm through the thin t-shirt you wore; you knew he would be better than a jacket. 

“Everything we do is dangerous,” he said, and your eyes closed at the feel of his lips, then his beard, on your temple. “You’re anything but stupid. You wouldn’t be here if you were.”

His hand, resting on your other hip now tightened when yours covered it. He stilled further when you canted your head, and the brush of your lips along his bearded jaw hung in limbo— a silent, obviously subtle question left in his hands. If he chose to ignore it, you knew you could leave it to hang in the past and move forward into the new year. Your life had always afforded you that ability. Compartmentalize and never dwell when there were more important things to move towards. Only in the dead of night when life suspended between the real and dreams did you consider anything other than your next step and how to leave your pasts behind.

You found, as he sighed against your lips, that even if you were unable to move forward from it, you wanted to linger in the moment for as long as he would allow. Peace was less rare since breaking off from your official duties. You chalked it up to your ability to choose. There was no danger now of some faceless stranger missing a crucial detail, sending you into an ambush, or betraying them. You had yourselves and each other to rely on and, if you were unable to rely on one another, there was no one.

“You sure, love?” Price asked, the words a subtle rumble in his chest. “No going back from this.”

As if you wanted to. Strings of relationships that were doomed to fail before they could truly begin had followed you for as long as you could remember. Most were unable to deal with the time spent too long away or how much you loved your job. Those that could see past it often grew jealous of the time you spent alone with a team full of men; those were the ones you cut loose the fastest. Anyone else that made it past those two hurdles inevitably folded in the face of the weight you always brought back with you after a deployment. Nightmares were the worst. Distance was often a close second, with your partners often unable to understand why you refused to burden them with what you had seen and experienced. You never wanted to relive it yourself, let alone force someone you loved to.

Was it any wonder, then, why you would gravitate towards someone who could understand? There was no need to hide the worst of yourself from Price when he had already seen it. Your nightmares were shared, the distance understood for what it was, like the things you were still unable and unwilling to talk about. The expectations were none because you knew what it meant to have them crushed.

So, with more surety than you had ever felt with anyone else, you said, “Yes.”

“Good,” Price said, a whisper before he slotted his mouth against yours. Your shirt caught and pulled up before you realized his hand had moved. By the time you did, it had cupped your cheek, and his fingers had threaded into your hair. This had always lingered between you, starting the night he rescued you even if neither had been willing to acknowledge it. Blurred lines being what they were, you would be a liability in the field. It was easier to ignore in yourself if he ignored it too.

The kiss was shorter than you would have liked, but Price’s thumb dragged across your lower lip, the skin chapped from too long in the cold. Even though it was obvious enough, he still said, “Should get inside, get you warmed up before you lose your fingers.”

“That an offer, Cap?” you teased, following his gesture towards the door. 

His answering laughter rumbled, splitting the crisp air. “Suppose it could be, if you want.” Just inside the door, he caught you up, pressed you back against the chipped wood. “And it’s John, love. You know that.”

Ever courteous, he was. It made you smile, small but not insincere. You were distracted by the way his mouth moved when he said the word love, the way it ticked up at the corner beneath his trimmed beard. You wondered if it hid dimples, scars, beauty marks. He had freckles splattered across his face from too many years spent in sandy, sunny places. They remained, even after joining the task force and shipping off to countries cold and rainy and snowy. You thought he belonged in a speakeasy somewhere, tucked into a shadowed corner with a glass of bourbon and a cigar. 

You could hear the rich, slow jazz that would accompany his smoky baritone as he asked, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

You would let him, and only him, get away with such a question.

“Right,” you said when you had dragged yourself from that particular image. Glancing up into his eyes, you could see the blue was glittering, knowing, amused. “Is that an offer, John?”

His lips twitched again, and a palm pressed flat to the wood beside your head. The thick sweater he wore stretched taut then rose to expose a sliver of toned stomach, a hint of happy trail disappearing into the band of his sweats when he braced his other arm over your head.

“You want it to be?”

You had to drag your eyes up to his again, and it was a task to meet them without your face warming. You reached up to curl your fingers into his sweater, pulling yourself closer before they slipped down to that peek of skin. The jacket fell to the floor forgotten as the fingers of one hand dipped beneath the band of his pants while the other cupped over the sizeable bulge resting against his leg.

“Oh, pet,” he breathed, so low it was almost unintelligible, “you’re asking for trouble.”

Your fingers were wrapped around him as much as you could given the barrier, and you squeezed tighter before dragging the pressure down the impressive length. You had to stand on the tips of your toes to reach his jaw as he let loose a low, shaky groan. Lips against his beard, you agreed in a whisper, “I’m trying to be. Please?”

Another groan erupted, too loud this time in the otherwise silence of the house. You both froze for just a moment before bursting into quiet laughter. The house remained silent, and your fingers were starting to tingle with the warmth returning to them.

“C’mon, then,” Price said, pulling you away from the door and up against his chest. “Sounds like I’ve kept you waiting long enough, love.”

They left the jacket forgotten on the floor.

#john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #i don't think this wanted to be posted #bc my GOD tumblr refused to format #anyway i hope ye enjoy

[trashpocket]

hi!! are you the author of my grave is mine to dig on ao3? i just saw your url is the same as on that fic and i was just wondering haha! i love that fic sm!

YESSSS, sorry for the late reply, that's me, that's me!!! sorry if im late to update it, chapter three is being a bitch and i might be splitting it into two big parts since it's where the subplot line begins closing in with the reveal of the main plotline, but AHHHH!!! hope ur patient enough for it 😭😭😭 here's a snippet from chapter three, if this helps!

There was something in people sharing sentiments with inanimate objects. How Steve’s affection extended to the unreal, to the immobile, and to the lifeless. Like he could love even beyond what normal loving did and there was something about that. With children loving anything and everything. 

As if they could both love like kids could; like how they used to. Unfettered, limitless, real. (Like they had the power to do this: keep on loving again.)

“Come on. Ma’s this way,” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and quiet, and Steve must’ve been learning a lot about him too because he didn’t make a comment. Just let himself be pulled away. 

“You think she’ll like me?” Steve asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie teased, “what do you think?” 

“Eddieeee,” Steve dragged him to a stop, earning a chuckle out of him.

Eddie turned around and met Steve’s eyes. Found the churchyard, trapped in dawn, the sun breaking through the clouds at a time where Eddie and Steve would usually be sat at breakfast—after Steve came back from whatever run he did in the morning. They’d be sharing a plate by then, with food that Steve cooked up, listening to Eddie’s old records on the turntable Eddie had dug out from Wayne’s old stuff. Steve would have bandaids over his fingers. Eddie would ask about them—and Steve would hum until Eddie forgot ever asking. Take his hand and dance him around. Pretended the world didn’t exist for a moment—that they weren’t hurt everyday.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. 

“Well, Steve, I don’t know. She likes to wake up early, though. She leaves conditioner in her hair, and can't go out without her favorite bracelet. Ma, she would sing this tune from a show—I forgot the name, I don’t remember—but all I knew was that Ma loved to sing it in the kitchen.” He swept Steve’s hand up to his face, pressing a kiss into the knuckle just cause he could. “She liked cats, and those silver wind chimes you’d see hangin’ from windows. I think my favorite memory of her is—” 

He thinned his lips to meet Steve’s eyes once more; how Steve was full of wonder and adoration. A soft vacuum in a world that held his mess. Eddie couldn’t think of anything more treacherous. Beautiful. 

“Is what, Eds?” Steve whispered, in a manner so reverent, like he knew how Eddie was looking at him then. Caught in the dredges of his heart. If only he knew.

Eddie suddenly felt shy. Christ.

“Every time I called her a hero, she’d light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She knew how much I loved superheroes an’ shit back then. I was fucking ridiculous.” Eddie shook his head, laughing through his nose. “She’d take me out on Fridays, get me those jelly ice pops and sit by the curb. Good shit. We’d count the birds that flew by—name ‘em some stupid things—like Spot, or Dot or whatever.” Steve throwing his head back in a laugh didn’t make the names so stupid, so Eddie grinned softly in return. Continued, “We’d watch the sunset, and sing a few songs too. We’d wait until Pa left so we could go home. The best days were always when the bastard was gone. Ma always made shit better somehow. It’s her magic powers or something. It always blew my mind.”

Eddie took a shaky breath. Steve tightened his grip and he looked over.

He didn’t know what he saw, but he knew what Steve was seeing. He was looking at Eddie, and the jagged mire inside him; broken and scarred over. Steve’s body—just this time, reflected in Eddie’s heart. A hurt manor, full of cracked windows and creaky doors. Alcoves of people—in a life that nearly fell apart. 

Steve wasn’t scared to take a look.

“She sounds amazing,” Steve told him, “and you turned out amazing. Fucking amazing. I’m glad she was there to love you. That she was your superhero—your mom.”

As if Eddie wasn’t fucked up for always losing people. For constantly loving and being left behind. For caring so much, that he felt like he was suffocating the people he wanted to stay; squeezing them so tight in his grasp, that his grip—his care—was horrifying. A desperate thing that forced people to leave. That he was a broken boy, always forced to stay. 

But this was Steve, daunting and fearless. Loved with scars, never without them—because what the fuck kinda bastard would say shit like that right off the bat?

Eddie didn’t know what to say, except, “She was. And you know what? I think she’d love you too,” which was the truth.

Because it was kinda like that. Seeing the people you loved, reflected in the people you were loving. 

Mallory Munson would’ve probably loved Steve Harrington for how similar they were. Maybe they had the same look in their eyes. People who gave a bit too much; who worried for the future, and what it would bring. Who had people for whom they cared for a lot; for whom they gave themselves up to. People who might be facing this future—with or without them, so they gave themselves to the world—if only it meant that the world could love them a bit more easier.

Eddie looked at Steve and saw something familiar. It scared him. Made him feel tender and weak, in the face of something so fleeting. (In his grasp, squeezing, running away—dying.)

“I think I could love her too.” Steve whispered, and Eddie hoped (fucking hoped) that it was true. That he’d stay.

With that, they strode forward across the dead. 

And Eddie wondered if given the chance—he could love Steve Harrington any easier too. 

#steddie au #monster hunter AU #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things au #fic #stranger things fic #alternate universe #my grave is mine to dig #trashpocket fic

[madmars]

Giving Stevie a bj 🤤🤤

𝘁𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 || 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘟 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A/N: it's been a while but from now on I'm being more consistent and I have a few things coming out this week (ADHD is a bitch) hope you enjoy!

→ CW: oral sex {male receiving} bit of degradation and pet names, fingering, language and body fluids for mature audiences

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"The fuck are you doing?"

"Cleaning out everything that reminds me of her"

you stood in Steve's door frame, a confused look on your face as you scanned the room, various items were scattered on the floor along with the boy, a tub full of ice cream protected by his arms, in all 17 years of knowing Steve Harrington, your bestest friend , you've never seen him mope

"Jesus fuck, Steve!" you scoffed and toed a few things on your way to the apparent sad man, nudging his head as you lowered yourself next to him

"Its like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, then stomped on, then fed to me." Steve spoke monotonal as he blankly stared at the ceiling, you couldn't help but let a laugh bubble out of you, sending his head shooting up "You're seriously laughing?!"

you began to laugh harder as he stared at you , his hair pointing in all different direction "Farrah really needs to step her game up, jeez", you tugged on his messy strands

Steve abruptly stands up, abandoning the tub of ice cream on his dresser, "you know, I'm being vulnerable with my best friend, which I should be able to do without getting judged"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him, "Save the sob story princess, is it that time of the month?" you whispered flashing him a fake pout

Steve let out a sound that resembled a squeak and began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, "What kind of friend are you?! Here I am, sadding and shit and you're laughing in my face, which to be quite frank, isn't very comforting and on top of that-"

you rolled your eyes once again, what a drama queen, you decided then to cut him off, tired of his 'lecture'

"You want me to suck your cock?"

That got Steve to listen, he stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to you

"What?"

"Do you want me to suck your cock." you repeated much slower this time as you pushed yourself off of his bedroom floor, watching the shock on Steve's face grow stronger

He snapped out of it and cleared his throat, resting his elbow upon the dresser "Uhm y-yeah, I mean like, uhm, sure"

you giggled and quickly pushed him onto the bed, he scooted up to the headboard before you threw your leg over his waist, straddling him. You cupped the back of his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss

He gripped the back of your thighs as your lips molded together starting off gentle but then Steve burrows his tongue in your mouth, caressing your own

His grip got tighter and slide up to your ass when he pulled your body more into his causing a moan to slip past your lips as you began to grind on his midsection, feeling him get harder under you causing you to gasp

"I want you in my mouth" you mumbled against his wet lips causing the smug son of a bitch to smirk, "I'm already in your mouth baby"

you whined and grinded your hips harder into his "No, I want your dick in my mouth"

you grinned when he let out a throaty moan, at this point you were practically soaking through your shorts, you slid off his waist and kneeled in between his long legs

you began to lay wet kisses along his neck as you ran your hands down his clothed chest and started to unbutton his pants immediately slipping your hand past the band, you started to rub his bulge through his fortunately thin underwear

"Fuck baby, you make me so fuckin' hard", Steve moaned out, rocking his hips into your palm while you continued to kiss down his body

finally you pulled him from his pants, his thick shaft throbbing in the loose fist you've made around it, you lowered your mouth towards him while sticking your rear out giving him the perfect view of your ass

you made eye contact with his cock, watching as glistening precum leaked from his tip, contentedly you laid moistened kisses along the head then you heard an intake of breath. You looked up to see Steve biting his lip anxiously watching you "Oh shit, don't be a tease"

you giggled, knowing you had a huge amount of control over your best friend, but, you just shrugged, flashing him a smirk, "So what?"

she drooled on his shaft, readying it for her palm which began to stoke him. fast. "All this time you were running off with all those girls while I was here, always ready for you"

"Fuck," Steve let out a low groan, throwing his head against his bed framing "Shit baby, keep goin' like that"

Suddenly you engulfed his cock, trapping him in your mouth, you felt pleasure from the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you even more wet than you already were

"You fuckin' like that dick down your throat, huh?" as if that man could read your mind. He began to thrust his hips into your jaw, taking ahold of your head, "Ah shit choke on my cock, jusstt like that" His thrust were sloppy and rough causing you to gag around him a handful of times, slobber all over your mouth, mascara already fucked out

"Fuck, baby, only sluts like getting their mouth fucked like this, are you a slut?" He asked, still driving his hips past your lips. You hummed around his shaft, but that wasn't enough, you gagged around him one more time before he pulled you off of him, looking at you expectantly "I asked you a question."

you squeezed your thighs together, liking his sudden dominance "y-yes I'm a slut!" You cried out, feeling pleasure from his tight grip

Steve smirked pridefully, "Yeah?", you nodded quickly, just wanting his erect dick back in your mouth, he released his grasp, "Then show me"

In an instant you were back on his cock, focusing on his tip, hollowing your cheeks around him. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started quickly jerking him off making the man above you let out pornographic moans, his head thrown back in pleasure, "Fuck, such a pretty cockslut for me"

His word encouraged you even more, speeding up your movements, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around him, your empty hand cupped his balls, massaging the flesh in between your fingers, while the other was working around him

Steve's hips began to uncontrollably buck up, your nose repeatedly hitting his pelvis "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, paint your pretty fuckin face with my seed, fuckkk"

He took ahold of your jaw, pulling your mouth off of him before he started pulling on his cock, the fast motion flashing in front of your eyes, you bit your lip "Cum for me Stevie"

"hhung, fuck" Steve came, coating your face in white, the thick liquid making you moan, licking the remainder on your lips, his body jerked in pleasure, loudly moaning out your name

He quickly pulled you up to his mouth, instantly attacking your lips , your tongues tangling together as he slipped his hands past your panties, your shorts long discarded, he sunk his fingers past your wet folds causing you to let out a lusty moan "Holy-Steve!"

His fingers fucked in out of you as his thumb rubbing over your clit, your head dropped into his shoulder and you felt him smirk against your skin "You like my fingers fucking you like this baby?"

"Yes! Steve! I love it, I love it!" your eyes rolled to the back of your head, an earth shattering orgasm taking over your body, you came hard on your friends fingers

Steve could have became hard again, watching you squirm on his fingers with some of his cum still leftover on your face

"Fuck," you let out a heavy breath as you pulled away from his fingers, coming down from your high. You rolled to the side of him, still catching your breath

"Uhm, t-thank you for that?" this big goof was still nervous even after he just fucked your mouth, you just giggled "Thank you for coming on my face"

you looked down to see his dick get harder, you both made eye contact at the same time before you both met in a curvaceous kiss

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Thanks for the request lovebug!

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve x reader

[chaotic-orphan]

Merry Whump of May, Day 31:

“Thin ice” : lighter // chronic pain // dead ends

Okay look, is it long? Yes, but does it make up for not doing the entire Merry Whump of May? Absolutely. This is all you’re getting, and if you are inconsolable as to why, we’ll it’s the last day of May, okay, enjoooyyy

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It was early. Too early to be awake, but somehow Whumpee was reaching for their phone that was blaring their call sound and put it to their ear, mumbling a tired: “hello?”

“Hello Whumpee.”

Whumpee was out of bed at the voice. His voice. Bare feet padding on hard wood floor, and looking around their room for any sign of an intruder. Their heart pounding against their chest, suddenly wide, wide awake.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? My apologies.”

The phone was shaking in their hand, though they made their voice hard as they said: “I’m hanging up.”

A deep, reverberating laugh from the other end of the phone and Whumpee’s hand stopped shaking as ice flooded through their veins, sticking them to the floor, a shiver running up their spine.

“I have missed you, and your little adorable rebellious spirit.”

“Give me one fucking reason why—“

“And I see you’ve fallen back into bad habits in my absence. That just won’t do, Whumpee…” Whumper sighed and Whumpee had to stop the apology threatening to fall from their lips.

“How did you get my number?”

“I think the real question you should be asking yourself is how did I get your address?” Whumpee threw themselves at the window, grabbing the curtain in their hand and tearing it open. Eyes scanning left and right down their street and seeing no one. “No. Try again.”

Whumpee hung up, dropping the phone on their bed and listened. They put their ears to the floor, listening for any creaks, any sound. Breathing, anything. They jumped as the phone started ringing again and they just stared at it, breath coming out in short panicked gasps and fuck they were having a panic attack. Over a ringtone.

Whumpee reached with trembling fingers and answered the phone to a very pissed Whumper.

“Whumpee, Whumpee, why do you vex me so?” Whumper was singing down the phone gleefully and it made Whumpee want to scream. Whumpee walked to their door and opened it, peeking their head down the hall to the rest of their apartment.

If Whumper was here they would have heard his singing. Which meant Whumpee could breathe in peace for a few merciful moments.

“You’re not here,” said Whumpee, and then they listened again, quiet. Waiting.

Go on you bastard, call my bluff. Prove me wrong.

Whumpee could practically hear the smile at the end of the phone as Whumper said: “okay. Maybe I’m not, but I bet I made you poop your pants just a little bit.”

“You fucking sadist.”

“Watch your language, Whumpee. You’re on thin ice already, do you want that ice to break? I can pay you a personal visit if you keep testing my patience.”

“No!” Whumpee said, a little too quickly and Whumper chuckled again lightly on the other end of the phone.

“Good. So now that I have your attention… tell me. Did a little bit of pee come out?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Oh Whumpee. So difficult. And after I went through the trouble of leaving a gift for you. It should be at your door. Go fetch it for me first and open it on call, then feel free to hang up, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s ribs felt like they were caving in on their lungs as their eyes zeroed in on their front door. They walked down the half staircase of the loft and walked to the door.

A voice in their head criticising them for still obeying Whumper but they had to know. Had to know if they were there this morning. Had to know if they actually knew their address.

Whumpee’s hand reached up to the lock, then hesitated. What if this was just a trap? They’d open the door and Whumper would be waiting there in a blind spot.

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” Whumpee demanded and Whumper chuckled lightly.

“It’s not a trap. Why, you hesitating at the door like a little coward, Whumpee?”

Whumpee huffed out a breath and hated that Whumper still knew them so well. That they didn’t change since their time in Whumper’s care. That no matter how much they wanted to think they moved on, they were still trapped in the past with Whumper’s name stamped all over their skin.

So Whumpee opened the door, and poked their head out, looking left and right and seeing no one. Then they stepped out and looked over the railing to the car park and found nobody waiting. They finally set their eyes on the small box waiting outside their door and picked it up, walking back inside and locking their door.

“You have it yet? The anticipation is killing me.”

“Yeah,” said Whumpee, voice cracking. “I have it.”

“Well come on now, don’t leave me in suspense. The card first whumpee.”

And still Whumpee obeyed and tore the card away from the parcel, putting the phone on speaker phone and laying it on the table. Whumpee pulled the card from the envelope and saw a teddy bear looking sad reading: “Sorry for your loss,” in cursive letters.

Whumpee opened it and saw just an address inside. The inner card reading: “Here for you whenever you need me.”

“I’m not going to this address,” said Whumpee putting the card down and picking up the parcel.

“Well, not to make you eat your words, Whumpee but— are you opening the package? Oh good. I won’t spoil it the fun, keep going.”

Something heavy fell out of the package, hitting the carpet floor with a dull thud but Whumpee didn’t pay attention to that. Instead they stared at the photograph in their hand and they wanted to get sick.

It was Caretaker. Tied to a chair, arms behind their back head hung low and blood… so… so much blood and Whumpee wanted to cry and curse and scream. They said they got out. They said Whumper would never know. The idiot.

“What was that? You’re never coming to the address? Should I put Caretaker out of their misery then or?”

“No!” Whumpee said too quickly and shut their eyes. Realising too late their mistake. Their display of emotion. Pathetic. Stupid.

Whumper just laughed down the phone. “Good. I should see you soon then? Let’s say, twenty minutes? If I hear a siren, Whumpee, I’ll make sure Caretaker knows that it was your fault they have to die.”

“Whumper, wait. Twenty minutes isn’t enough time for me to—“

“Well how about you make it happen, Whumpee? A little incentive for you, every minute you’re late, is another cut for Caretaker hmm? How about that?”

“You fucking—“

“Do you really want to waste time with that foul language?” Whumpee hung up and resisted the urge to throw their phone at the wall. They ran upstairs, pulling on a hoodie and a grey tracksuit and their runners before rushing downstairs again and grabbing their keys.

They unlocked the door, eyes going back to the table where they left their phone. Then the shiny metal on the ground below it. It was a lighter. It was Caretaker’s lighter. Their heart broke a bit but the took the lighter with them and ran out the door, not bothering to lock it.

They’d get Caretaker free.

Just like Caretaker did for them all those months ago.

Whumpee expected to pull up outside a deserted industrial park where a single lone warehouse waited for them and Whumper watched their every move.

They didn’t expect to pull up to the poshest hotel in the city and have a valet take their car to the parking lot, handing them a ticket in return for their keys. Whumpee didn’t have time to question it, as they ran into the lobby looking for Whumper. They still had a few minutes. Surely, surely.

Two security guards with a sign in their hands reading: “Guest of Whumper” had all sorts of bad news written all over it. For one, the two security guards were twice as tall as Whumpee and twice as broad. They were also wearing ear pieces which they just knew were on a constant live feedback loop to Whumper.

Whumpee wanted to hesitate. To run the other way. To grab their car and go and never look back, but they didn’t have the time. Which is exactly what Whumper wanted. They wanted Whumpee panicked and acting rashly because that was easier to control.

So instead of running Whumpee walked over to the security guards and handed themselves over. “Your name?” One of them asked and Whumpee told them.

The guards nodded, then moved. One stepping in front of Whumpee and extending a hand to the elevator. “Right this way, Whumpee.”

When they got into the lift, Whumpee’s nerves flared up again and they got the sudden urge to run. All that energy stored in their legs, adrenaline pumping going nowhere… it would exhaust them before they even got to the danger.

One of the guards put a key into the lift’s door panel, and keyed in a code and all Whumpee’s best laid plans turned to dust right before their eyes. Their plan of getting in, outwitting Whumper and running into the sunset with Caretaker all dashed by a simple fucking key and an elevator that was taking them God knows where.

Instead of going up or down, the lift moved backwards and then up, and Whumpee swallowed hard, putting their shaking hands deep into their hoodie pockets. To at least hide how much they were shaking.

“We have been instructed to…” one of the guards began, then coughed slightly, almost embarrassed. Whumpee looked up to see the hulking brute blushing at the command they had been given to follow. It was the strangest thing Whumpee had ever seen, and they’ve seen everything that should have been buried in Whumper’s dark, dark imagination.

The other guard took up the slack, and said: “we were instructed to give you these. Our boss said you’d know what to do.”

Whumpee looked over their shoulder at the other guard who held up a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs and Whumpee rolled their eyes, staring forward again.

“I’m not putting those on.”

“I don’t blame you,” said the first guard, which prompted the second to elbow the first.

“The boss said you had to.”

“Well the boss doesn’t pay my salary,” said Whumpee matter of factly. “So there is no way I am putting those stupid things on.”

“He doesn’t pay you?” the first guard asked. “That’s rough.”

“Ron!” the second guard cried. “You’re not supposed to chat this much.”

“What the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” said Ron and Whumpee found themselves leaning towards liking the tall, strong security guard with morals.

“And when he finds out we haven’t carried out his orders to the letter guess who’s wages get cut?”

Whumpee’s heart dropped as they heard Ron sigh. “Ah shit. Sorry kid, but my daughter wants to go to college. Can you put them on?”

“No,” said Whumpee and prayed that the doors would open mercifully so Whumpee could flee the slowly shrinking metal cage that they were currently trapped in.

“Easy way or hard way, last chance to do it nicely,” the second guard said, warning and intent colouring their voice cold and still whumpee refused to play ball.

“Kid… there is literally no room to fight or flight right now, and I don’t want to get blood on my suit, so please? Put your hands behind your back. We’ll put them on loose, I promise,” and just because Ron said it so nicely Whumpee put their hands behind their back and fought the flinch at the sound of the handcuffs clacking on. They pulled their wrists apart, testing the metal, and swallowed when they realised there was barely an inch of give on each side.

The doors dinged and opened and Whumpee wanted to scream. If they just held out for five more seconds, they would have had control of their arms.

“Go on kid,” said Ron with a gentle push, and Whumpee let themselves be pushed. The other guard stayed in the lift while Ron escorted whumpee through the mansion hidden inside a hotel. That way it wasn’t like they were knowingly walking into the lion’s den. It was like it was against their will.

Whumpee didn’t even take in the extravagant decor or the winding halls they travelled before stopping in front of a black door. Of course the door was black. It was Whumper, of course the door was black.

“I was told to knock twice then leave,” said Ron and Whumpee nodded. Ron raised their fist to the door and stopped before knocking. “Hey, something’s not sitting right with me, so if you need the code for the lift it’s 7839, but you’ll need a key as well, I just…”

“It’s okay,” Whumpee nodded, committing the number to memory. “Thanks for that.”

���Yeah,” said Ron and then knocked twice. “Okay. Good luck.”

They needed a key. Whumpee needed a key to open the keypad and put in the code to freedom which they knew Whumper would never give them. Even if they somehow managed to grab it from Whumper, with their hands behind their back, they didn’t know which halls led to freedom and which one’s led Whumpee back to dead ends.

Whumpee steeled themselves as best they could.

Then the door opened.

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@themerrywhumpofmay for the second and final time, your prompts were delightful, thank you for sharing them

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Top 10 evil things I would do as Salem in RWBY

BC unlike her, when they go low, I go to hell.

No. 1 : traumatise the children.

You want to make schools that train children as young as at LEAST 13 to fight me? Cool, see if they want to fight after I make a metric fuck ton of Grimm bogeymen that hide in their closets and under their beds and terrorise them into never wanting to see another Grimm again.

Have fun wasting resources to hunt pacifistic horrors that hang around and look scary, fucko.

No. 2: take advantage of the poor

She clearly has stupid amounts of resources. If I was her I'd set up numerous charities, get them in the good graces of the people (using some rich loser as the face of said charities) and then just as everyone in need is eating the food I provide and taking the shelter I offer? Grimm be upon ye. Grimm ichor in the food, Grimm crawling out the rafters. Aunt nelly is also a Grimm now cus it just sucks to suck.

No. 3: tell the story from my perspective to anyone who will listen. LOUDLY.

Cus idk. If ppl heard that the gods punished me for wanting to see my dead husband by making me immortal instead of waiting 40 years for the problem to sort itself out? Then bringing him back anyway to leash me into doing what they want? Idk I feel like ppl would also hate the gods and that's a good thing.

No. 4: hide apathy EVERYWHERE.

If I can make joy sucking, misery gifting bastard apathy Grimm you bet your ASS I'm seeing where I can hide them. In sewers, in trash cans, the cookie jar. Honestly the happier and more hopeful the place the more apathy I'm shoving in that place.

No. 5: take prisoners.

Fuck killing Leo, bring him in. Homeboy was a trusted friend of Oz's. Watch that man cry cus his bestie turned his back on him. James too ig. But he's on thin ice. Only one sexy dictator is allowed here and that's ME.

No. 6: waaay more experimenting on what kind of Grimm I can make

I would NOT just stick to the basic shapes. I'd be seeing what the limits are. If I can make shape shifting Grimm, Grimm that can impact other emotions? My personal passion project Grimm would be the Mild Inconvenience. A small Grimm that finds a nice little inconvenient place to nest until other Mild Inconveniences show up and suddenly it's a Big Problem. Salem did not have enough fun with the Grimm she made.

No. 7: just letting Tyrian do whatever tf he wants.

Self explanatory, really.

No. 8: send fake informants to my ex hubby just to scare him.

Bonus points if the informant actually believes whatever they're telling him. That's also not for any grand plan reason that's just to have a laugh at his expense.

No. 9: scary second form.

I feel like if I'm gonna be a scary evil Grimm queen I should have a scary evil monstrous form to me. Being veiny and anaemic doesn't count as scary. We've seen Salem do weird freaky things with her body before. If I were her I'd see what I could do.

No. 10: just make Grimm rivers... Everywhere?

She did it in atlas totally unnecessarily. Now that the 4 kingdoms are all stuck in vacuo I don't see why she doesn't just. Break vacuo into fractions via Grimm river left right and centre. I totally would.

#rwby #rwby salem #this post is a joke

[butmakeitgayblog]

i’m totally with you on the 3x07 rant, the shit they put us through shall never be forgiven 😤

That being said, the way you wrote it made me picture like starting calmly saying ‘no’ and then hitting your fist against the table ‘and you know why?’ getting louder and louder as your rant progresses

To end it very much like capt.Holt on b99 on his dentist rant…

And that made me laugh out loud 😂

It IS a trigger for me 😒 that fuckhead and everyone involved will never get an ounce of forgiveness from me (except a smidge for Javi because he actually listened and realized how bad he'd fucked up. But he'll still always be on thin ice)

#anon #i had to look up what you were talking about cuz I've never watched it and lol that last part was me hitting post 😅