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authoressskr · 1 year

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Those Are *Not* Easter Eggs

Characters: f!Plus!SizeReader (but not a ton is mentioned body wise, so can be any type), Eddie Munson, Mentions/Small interactions with The Party, Wayne Munson, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Steve and Robin.

Warnings: SMUT, Language, & as always - no Beta

Notes: dividers are by the fabulous, wonderful @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 6863

Summary: Just some Easter smut. Eddie has graduated, reader is implied same age as Nancy/Robin. They have an apartment together. I picture this as a no upside down au, but however you read into it is fine with me.

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“Hey bunny,” The voice comes from your right as you come down the narrow row to claim a seat in the back of the mixed-grade history classroom. Looking down, you’re met with a sight; big brown eyes were nearly hidden behind dark shaggy bangs, a worn gray Metallica shirt, and a denim battle jacket - all worn with a smirk. Whoever he is then flashes his pearly teeth up at you, stretching his left foot out from under the desk as you chance a look over your shoulder. “I was talking to you, bunny.”

“Bunny?” You slide into your seat, confused as to why the dark-haired boy is calling you that. He perks up a bit, straightening as his ever-widening smile grows to show the smile lines by his eyes. You find it adorable and a sharp contradiction to the way he dresses.

“Swear my foot almost started thumping when I saw you come in like that.”

“Like what?”

“Dressed in those soft tan pants and that dark pink shirt? You got me all twitterpated and shit, bunny.” Your hand flying up to smother your burst of laughter only makes his smile widen until dimples appear. Not sure where the burst of confidence comes from, you lean forward a bit as the last stragglers of students enter the class, the boy mirroring your move, forearm braced on the light brown wood of the desk. Your eyes flit from his face to his heavy silver rings that barely manage a half-hearted shine in the fluorescent lights above.

“Does that make you Thumper or Bambi, with those big brown eyes?”

“You can call me whatever the hell you like, bunny,” He stage whispers as the class sounds around you both dim, your eyes meeting his again.

“So you’ll have no problem with me yelling ‘Bambi’ down the hallway?”

“With that sweet voice? Nah,” He eases back into his seat just so, splaying back into a more relaxed position - the picture of confidence. “Bambi,” He pauses, tilting his head from left to right before turning to look directly at you again, drawing you in with those chocolate eyes. “Thumper.” Head goes back to the left. “Eddie. I’m not picky.” You hum, twisting a bit downward to busy yourself with pulling out a notebook from your backpack; trying desperately to hide and quell the embarrassment and flustered feelings swirling in your gut now as you scrawl your name, the date, and ‘junior year’ just beside it.

The teacher calls the class to order, voice monotone as he calls out attendance.

You see a slip of paper come into your peripheral, looking again at the boy to your left; Eddie, you remind yourself as fingers subtly take the paper from his grasp.

Bunny -

You like Dungeons and Dragons or Twinkies?

Turning your head just so towards Eddie, gesturing your green painted nails at the paper, perplexed but trying not to smile too big at his odd question.

I’ve never played that. And yes.

Slipping the paper onto his desk corner before raising your hand in reply to the teacher calling your name for attendance.

You have a pretty name, bunny

Wanna sit with me at lunch? I’ll share my Twinkies with you

And tell you about D&D

And our future little bunnies

Fucking eyebrows could go no further up as you read the last line, turning to stare at him fully with wide eyes.

Eddie just grins and raises his hand for attendance, never breaking eye contact.

You smile down at the lines of empty baskets, all adorned with white ribbons featuring little gray bunnies, assembled on two long tables as you think back on your first meeting with Eddie Munson.

The first was as magical a meeting as you can have in high school - and honestly the most important one for you after moving here your junior year. Not only did Eddie Munson, the extrovert nerd who was unafraid to speak his mind or be who he was, take your quiet, wallflower self under his wing. A few months later, once you’d begun to start unraveling who Eddie was, he had shown up by your locker one morning uncharacteristically nervous and asking if you would be willing to go out with him.

“A date date, bunny.” He had explained, playing with the heaviest of his rings on his left hand, staring intensely at your face as he waited for an answer. Your own fingers reach out and wrap firmly around his hand, smiling at Eddie softly.

“I’d love to go on a date date with you, Eds.”

You’d been together ever since; just over two years now. After straightening a few of the baskets, making sure that everything is as perfect as you can make it you make a mental reminder that if you could get through the rest of this morning and afternoon, you’ll be looking forward to more than just a date date with Eddie.

You had - probably a bit foolishly - volunteered to help your mom out this year with the Hawkins Hospital’s Annual Easter Egg Hunt. She had been “randomly” chosen (one of the candy stripers had told you in hushed tones two weeks ago that it was because no one else wanted to and she hadn’t done it yet, making you try not to grimace at the revelation) to help the head nurse and the dean of the hospital’s secretary plan the event, but as it turns out, the head nurse was busy with a handful of walking pneumonia cases. And the secretary was suddenly thrust into trying to deal with some fallout of one of the orderlies committing adultery with the hospital kitchen manager. So the burden had fallen solely to her, and knowing how easily stressed your mom becomes dealing with things outside of her comfort spheres - you and Tiffany, the newest nurse who had very kindly volunteered. Since then you’d been going all sorts of hours that you weren’t working part-time at the library or at the community college to help make this something entertaining and fun for the children of Hawkins.

Eddie swears the other night you were murmuring about coloring eggs and tablecloths in your sleep - *that’s* how consuming it’s become.

Organizing this had of course cut into your time with your boyfriend, only managing three date nights in the last month and a half. Falling asleep for the last two Fridays in a row at Steve’s movie nights were added to the list of negligence you felt toward not just your boyfriend, but your friends. Keeping your grades up, the library maintained, and somewhat of a freaking social life with planning this egg hunt was leeching you dry.

However, ecstatic was the only way to describe how you’d be feeling tomorrow - free of Easter pastels, colored eggs, kids' activities, and Tiffany’s saccharine demeanor.

Getting home last Wednesday, Eddie had just gotten home from work himself, frowning at your heavy eyelids and heavy sighs as you tried to will yourself to find something to make for dinner for the two of you.

“Bunny,” Eddie had admonished softly, coming behind you and closing the refrigerator door. “Wayne gave me a frozen lasagna. That woman he’s been flirting with who moved in next door is keeping him very well fed, so he shared since he knows you’re just running your little self into the fucking ground.” Turning in his embrace, you shove your face into his chest, inhaling his scent as his hands run up and down your back.

“‘M sorry, honey,” You whine softly into his shirt, trying so hard not to cry.

“Don’t be sorry, bunny. I love what you’re doing - most of the time it seems to make you happy to help. Buuuuuttt,” He pulls back, his right hand taking hold of your chin, his eyes boring down at you. “You need to give some of the duties back to your mom and Tiffany. I get their busy with their jobs, but they just have their jobs. You got a job and school. Please, baby. For me?” He knows you usually give in to him - you are too soft-hearted not to when he asks for something specific. Especially when you know Eddie is very much like you in the respect that he doesn’t like asking for things. He waits for your answer, bracing himself a bit for your excuses as to why you can manage, but instead, you nod gently, his finger and thumb still holding your chin as you breathe out a soft ‘yes’. His dark eyebrow raises just so before leaning a bit forward to kiss your forehead. “Thank you bunny. Now, let me get that food into the oven and I’ll help you.”

In your slower-running mind, the infliction he’d put on help had passed over your head.

But you’d caught on pretty fucking quickly after hearing the slight squeak of the oven door. Forearm thrown over your eyes as the radio played softly in the corner, you hadn’t been aware until Eddie’s hands settled suddenly on the tops of your thighs, jumping slightly in reaction and arm falling back to the arm of the chair.

“Hi,” Eddie coos with a wide grin from his kneeling position, brown eyes showing his mirth. “Let’s get these off.” Lithe fingers are already unbuttoning and tugging your jeans and underwear down before he finishes his damn sentence. “Alright bunny, we have about an hour before the food is ready. Can you be a good girl and gimme a few orgasms, huh?” Swallowing hard you nod, making those smile lines appear as he spreads your legs apart.

One thing about Eddie is he is intense. He loves intensely. He dislikes intensely. And sweet baby Jesus, does this man fuck intensely.

It’s not even that he’s rough or overly enthusiastic, no. His soul focus is you. That is enough to make you squirm. Which Eddie knows. He knows you like the back of his hand. Baring your most intimate parts to his eager mouth, you suck in a sharp breath as his tongue licks a broad stripe upward before his tongue flicks your clit. You feel him chuckle as he adds in a finger, his mouth focusing on drawing unknown symbols across your button as your fingers slide into his messy waves.

Honestly, you had assumed it might take you a bit longer to come with all the stress, but between the crook of Eddie’s fingers just against that spongy spot inside you and the constant change and flicker of his tongue licking and sucking, you come embarrassingly fast with handfuls of his hair gripped tightly as he groans into your cunt.

Eddie’s kissing your left thigh as his free hand squeezes and massages the right, working you through the last bits of your orgasm, withdrawing his fingers and sticking them into his mouth. “Mmmhmm. Well, there…that’s one.”

“Shut up,” You mutter, hands releasing quickly from his hair to cover your face. Eddie’s fingers slide easily into your pussy, chuckling as you jump again before moaning loudly above him.

“I know you love to shut me up with this perfect pussy, huh bunny? Got that one out of you in less than ten minutes. Gotta say I might start timing how fast I can get you to come.” Throwing your head back, you groan as Eddie throws your legs over his shoulders, diving right back in.

“It’s the fucking…stare…” You pant out, his big brown eyes blinking up at you as he slurps and groans, a whine escaping from you, high and needy. “Please, Eddie.” Your fingers return to his hair, sliding against his scalp before tightening, his own whine amplifying your pleasure. His ringed fingers have slid beneath your shirt, very happy you had shed your bra immediately after coming home, switching between kneading your breast and tugging on your nipple, rolling your hips forward to press his face closer. “Fuck!”

“Baby, you’re gonna give me a complex,” Eddie smirks out as you push his head away from your oversensitive pussy, shoving at his shoulders as well until there is room for you to slide out of the chair and onto the carpet before him.

“You already have one, Eddie. You know you’re amazing at sex,” You’re tugging his shirt off, his arms raised to help you before reaching out to cup your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, licking into your mouth. The kiss does slow down your eager hands a bit, fingers settling on his waist. As he pulls away, he’s wearing that soft expression, the one he had the first time he told you he loved you, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“You’re biased. But I’m only amazing at sex cause it’s sex with you. We go together, bunny,” Nodding at his words before leaning forward to kiss him again, shorter this time, his buckle being pulled open and his own jeans being shoved down.

Fingers wrap around his hard and leaking cock, your thumb sliding over his slit as Eddie’s head lolls back with a low groan. “Well, I think I get to be biased because it’s just so fucking good,” You chuckle out before leaning forward to mouth at his tattoos, trailing down to his nipples - first the left and then the right, pumping him with your hand the entire time.

“Oooh - fuck. Okay. Okay! Couch. Now.” Eddie doesn’t give you much time to react, he’s standing, hands under your armpits to get you from your kneeling position all while trying to kick his jeans the rest of the way off as you laugh, making him halt again to kiss you. You tug your shirt off, Eddie taking in the sight with a grunt. “Gorgeous, bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you settle on your back on the couch, hands grabbing out for Eddie as he leans over, one knee propped between your legs as he lowers himself down. Wrapping one hand behind your left knee, he lifts it a smidge, his other hand gripping himself and giving a few strokes before running the tip through your wet folds and tapping his head against your clit twice. He waits until he hears a little moan from you before notching his head just inside your cunt. Your hands scramble to his back and ass, trying to pull him into you, only to suddenly have the air punched from you as Eddie snaps his hips forward, filling you to the brim. He holds himself still, his right hand over your shoulder as he watches the emotions roll across your face before hearing you sigh heavily, eyelids fluttering open to stare up at the man you love.

“Hi,” You whisper, hands sliding up his narrow hips and chest to cup his face in your hands, thumbs swiping along his cheeks as you stare into his chocolate eyes. Swallowing hard you fight back tears, Eddie leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Thank you, Eddie.” Something flits through his eyes as you say that, the hand behind your knee suddenly pressing that leg towards you, a soft ‘oof’ being pushed out at the movement.

If only you’d realized then…

Eddie eases back, leaving just his tip nestled within before snapping back harshly, setting a brutal pace as he drops the grip on your leg, instead his fingers slide between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit.

“Oh, bunny,” He pants against your mouth, “As much as I fucking enjoy watching you fall apart for me…” Your whines seem to spur him on, hands sliding from his face to claw at his back. It’s all at once too much, too sharp, too hard. But on the other side of the coin, it’s not enough. Eddie seems to just know intuitively that you need more, closer. He drops most of his weight down, using his knees to help drive himself forward, head bent down to tug at your right nipple with his teeth. As you cry out at the onslaught, Eddie releases your breast from his mouth with a wet plop, moving to nuzzle the other as his hips snap forward harder. “Lookit, how your sweet, plump body moves for me. How your soft fucking body just needs me, sucking me in. Fuck. Greedy pussy my bunny has.” The heavy pants between his words and the deep groan, right as he snapped his hips forward, punching that spot inside of you just right as his fingers never stopped their assault, sends you hurtling over the fucking cliff. The cry of his name and your cunt squeezing him pull a groaning laugh from him, feeling your teeth sink into his shoulder just after for just a handful of seconds, his hips slowing a bit. He loves watching you come, the veins in your neck as you arch and your eyes squeezed closed before Eddie orders you to open them. “That’s three, bunny. I know you can give me one more before food’s done.”

“I can,” You whimper out, knowing it’s what he wants. And if Eddie would just keep fucking you like that, you’d give him whatever he asks. His hand smooths back some pieces from where they stick against your forehead before snapping his hips forward once, pausing as you writhe a bit under him before he smiles at you, all teeth and dimples.

“Good. Good. Now, can you be a good bunny and get on your hands and knees for me baby?” He withdraws from you, a slick, wet noise before his hands are helping to turn you around. You can feel the metal dig into the meat of your ass as he grabs hold of it, groaning before smoothing his hands over them. “Perfect, bunny, perfect. So fucking -” He sinks himself back into your cunt in one smooth thrust, grunting out your name, “Go-ood for me, aren’t you?” You nod eagerly against the cushion, his left hand sliding up your back to hold the back of your neck as he begins to thrust, short and quick, not withdrawing from your heat as much as before. “Now, bunny,” His left-hand releases your neck, you whining from the loss before he switches hands - the left now gripping your hip tightly as his right slides around to brush against your clit. It’s like a livewire now, your body pushing back automatically to spear yourself deeper on his cock. “I need you to promise me something…” But this motherfucker begins to fuck you in earnest then, guitar-scarred fingers lightly and teasingly swiping over your button as you keen beneath him, ass pushing back to meet his rough thrusts.

“Please. Please. Please. Eddie. Yes. Please,” It all comes out in a whined-out jumble, wanting to agree because you want him to come. You want him to cover you with his weight, pressing his lips against your throat as he groans out the filthiest fucking things he’s done to you - and absolutely will do again - as he fills you hard enough to punch the air from you in sharp pants, his left hand tangling with yours as he pushes you both towards your ends.

“You promise - fuck, bunny - you promise me we aren’t leaving this damn apartment til Monday,” You hear him swallow hard, his chest covering your back just how you wanted, teeth nipping at your shoulder and neck. “You finish your Easter shit and when we get home, you’re gonna be naked. Under me,” Eddie groans as he rolls his hips before pushing your knees a little further apart. “Over me. Fucking everywhere like the weekend we moved in here. And I’m gonna mark you up, baby. All over your soft little bunny body. Until your class Monday morning.” Honestly, you’re so lost in his voice that you weren’t paying as much attention to the words per se as you should have been - but you’ll argue until you are blue in the face that that is his fault. You’re panting with your cheek pressed against the couch cushion as Eddie rails into you, crying out his name as he begins to slow his pace.

“Eddie!”

“Promise me and I’ll give you want you want, baby.” Your brain sorts through all he’s been saying, lifting your head a little to nod enthusiastically as tears slip down your cheeks.

“I promise! Please! I promise til Monday class!” Eddie’s sudden hard thrust sends you forward, your hand scrambling out to brace against the arm of the couch as he hits your g-spot with near precision with each sharp move. “Fuck, Eddie. Fuuuckk,” You groan, feeling his fingers switch to quick, hard back-and-forth movement on your clit as Eddie moans out your praises.

“That’s it. My good girl. Promising me like a good bunny. And good girls get fucked how they want, huh? Fucking griping me like a goddamn vice,” You feel his teeth bite down hard at that juncture of your shoulder and neck, licking over it sweetly to soothe the sting before continuing with a groan. “Gonna let your Thumper fill up your pussy? Let me fuck our little bunnies into this perfect little cunt?” He can feel the way your grip him, smirking into the hair behind your ears at your reaction. “Ooh, grip me like that again, baby and I’ll fucking fill you up.”

“Let me spank you and tease you with the handcuffs on and you can, Thumper,” You pant out lowly, so close you can taste it as Eddie’s hips stutter for a beat.

“Anything. You. Fucking. Want. Bunny,” Every word is punctuated by a sharp thrust, the continuous pressure on your clit coupled with Eddie’s precision and words, your orgasm crashes over you, crying out Eddie’s name loudly as the slap slap slap of skin continues about eight more times before Eddie is grunting out your name and spilling into you, collapsing atop you before tugging you with him as he shuffled a bit towards the back of the couch, taking some pressure off you but keeping his cock nestled within. “Fuck. I love you, bunny.”

“I love you,” You breathe out after a long minute, turning your head as best you can as he cranes his forward to kiss you.

You physically have to shake your head to try to refocus - not thinking of the incentive…but well you were definitely still just as twitterpated as Eddie.

Brought back fully to the present, albeit it now hornier, with a loud sing-song call of your name across the small clearing, you manage to paste on a smile and flash a thumbs up to Tiffany. Smoothing a hand over your new slate blue dress dotted with tiny white flowers, a small sigh escapes as you pick up the clipboard from the end of the first table. Pen tapping the paper, going over all the unchecked boxes once more, and shoving all the dirty, wanting thoughts away for the time being.

___ Hide Eggs within limits {paper ribbons cordoned off by the hospital staff}

___ Jonathan pictures {whole event; with Easter Bunny; etc}

___ Egg hunt at 11 am sharp

___ Prize for the golden egg {$20}

___ Cleanup + reminder for everyone that desserts will be available in the new wing of the hospital

Heading towards the edge of the clearing that held a bright white Easter banner on two red striped poles, looking out for your friends to exit soon as the clouds seem to part temporarily. Eddie and company (even Joyce and Hopper) had all agreed to help hide the eggs, nearly making you cry as you had looked at the ‘Be the Bunny’ volunteer list at the hospital two weeks ago. Checking off the first line as Robin comes into view with Max just steps behind her, you feel a weight lift. She’s grinning at you, making your forehead furrow a bit as you try to figure out what this particular Robin brand grin is about. Steve isn’t far behind Max, with Will on one side and Dustin on the other, Lucas and Erica shooting each other *looks* as they trudge along beside Will.

Dustin is the one to begin pointing as Steve’s face changes to perplexed. You catch Robin’s shady glare just as you turn fully around.

The scene before you is…hard to describe at first.

You see Andy, Chance, Josh, as well as three sophomores all from the basketball team rushing towards you as Jason, Kimberly, and Angela - former cheerleaders and also former girlfriends of Chase - all noisily cheering a handful of feet away. It takes seconds, the boys turning to give you their backs, their Sunday slacks suddenly swept downward as they bend forward, flashing very odd colors, and you swore for a hot second - decorated, balls along with their nasty ass backdoors.

“Jesus!” You hear Mike shout in the most disgusted voice, followed promptly by a booming yell from Hopper somewhere over your left shoulder. Then the boys are all shuffling their pants up as they attempt to start moving to get away, not quite as quickly nor efficiently as they’d come. Jason and the girls had disappeared in a flash nearly as suddenly as Eddie appears at your side.

“Well, those were definitely not Easter eggs. Man, that was disgusting!” You spit out, gagging slightly before panic glancing around the area to make sure no children are around. “Thank fuck no kids are around. Dipshits.” Eddie leans forward, nuzzling behind your ear and giving a breathy chuckle.

“Stressing my bunny out more…” He tuts, ringed fingers slightly digging into your hip to pull you into him. “Their balls were all dyed and decorated, right? I wasn’t just fucking seeing things?”

“No, Bambi,” You whisper in reply, turning to press your forehead against his. “We all saw the same gross balls and starfishes.” Eddie’s shoulders shake with light laughter at your face and tone. “You think they’d at least trimmed that down or something while they were all fondling and drawing on each other.” Nancy coughs loudly beside Eddie, trying to cover her laughter.

“Actual eggs are all hidden. And, um, Hopper, Steve, and a few of the volunteer firemen caught all of them I think.” It’s only then that you see what’s in Eddie’s right hand.

“Honey, what’re those?”

“Well bunny, these are some polaroids I was taking of my very sexy girlfriend being in charge,” He leans in like he’s telling you a secret but doesn’t lower his voice. “Hot stuff right here. Then these morons with Easter egg balls ruined my bunny’s unwitting photo shoot.”

“Really, Eddie?” You hear Robin scoff out from behind you, leaning between Eddie and Nancy to see the Polaroids.

“What? I’m gonna give them to Hopper! I don’t want pictures of those pricks.”

"Especially not those pricks pricks," Dustin chortles out, Lucas biting his bottom lip to try to stop the laughter.

“Please tell me you didn’t get their junk in the pictures,” Erica sasses out, face saying exactly what everyone was thinking.

“No, fine Lady Applejack. I was close to my bunny, but not that close. So no fear of willies here.” Lucas and Will chortle as El and Max burst into giggles.

Joyce claps behind you, getting everyone’s attention even as she fights her own wide smiles. “Okay. Okay. What else is left to do?” Your focus goes straight back to the forgotten clipboard in hand.

“Continuious pictures from Jonathan. The actual egg hunt. And clean up. Hopper hid the golden egg, right?” Joyce nods assuringly.

“He did. And Jonathan is taking pictures of the kids with the Easter Bunny for another fifteen minutes, then he’ll come and set up by the basket station until the hunt begins.”

“The mayor will fire the starter pistol from there to begin the hunt. Kids under 6 will be over in Nancy and El’s area. Older kids in the other. Oh! And we all need to remind people as they’re leaving the egg hunt that there are desserts in the new wing of the hospital,” You rattle off before Eddie removes his hand from your hip to snatch the clipboard.

“Babe. Bunny. Sweetheart.” Eddie coos, handing it to Joyce as you watch the exchange with intensity. “Breathe. Enjoy the little kids about to wreck this little area while they scream and fight about eggs.”

“You say the sweetest things, honey, I swear,” You mumble dryly before side-eyeing your boyfriend. Everyone jumps into action, drifting a bit away from the two of you, helping out as Hopper and the hospital director come over.

“Just minutes left until we release all the children. Everything is - uh - presentable? After the - um - incident?”

“Yes. They didn’t touch anything and amazingly didn’t knock anything over in their hasty escape,” You answer the director with your smile set to reassuring, waiting until the older man nods a bit too vigorously before shuffling away towards an approaching Tiffany and your mother.

You slowly push a long breath out, your peripheral catching Eddie’s elbow rising, making you turn to look at him fully. He makes a show of looking at his watch, elbow, and forearm parallel to his chin.

“Just two more hours,” Eddie grins out at you, brown eyes a little lighter than usual in the late morning light. “Then, my beautiful princess, I will make sure you’re fed,” He turns to fully face you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb running soothingly along your jawline. “And then we’re gonna nap.”

“We’re gonna nap?” You repeat incredulously as he chuckles lowly.

“Then, of course, I will fuck you senseless on every damn surface in the apartment,” He pauses, lips twitching. “Couple times,” He adds with a stage-like pensiveness, making you hum as he leans forward. “And I have stocked the fridge, the freezer, and - of course - bought that massage oil you liked of Nancy’s -”

“Really?!” You gasp out excitedly before he shushes you with a quick, soft brush of his lips against yours.

“To help you relax from all of this and from how I’m gonna be contorting your pretty, soft little body.” You slide your arms around his neck as you exchange big smiles.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately, Munson?” His face returns to that thoughtful look, pursing his lips just so.

“It’s been a couple days, sweetheart.”

“You are so full of shit!” You hiss before his mouth is covering yours, you can feel him smiling before his thumb presses against your chin, opening to his eager mouth. Eddie makes it a quick but dirty kiss, knowing that there’ll be kids and parents coming around the corner sooner rather than later.

“I’ll be on the back side with Steve and Dustin, making sure everyone stays in the areas, okay? I’ll see you later, bunny. Love ya.”

“Love you, Bambi Munson.” He playfully scoffs at your words before beginning to walk backward away from you, winking a few times as your mother comes up beside you, waiting until he's gone to try to get your attention.

As Eddie finally turns around, nearly tripping several times on the walk over there, Dustin mutters something to Eddie as Steve smiles - all three of them disappearing into the sparse tree line right before the Mayor’s voice comes on loudly over the small speaker setup just yards behind you, announcing it was finally time! Your mother and yourself barely make it to the Easter basket table just as the starter pistol sounds.

It’s gonna be a manic hour or so judging by the stampede of children hurtling toward you in their Easter best.

By 1:26, everything is thankfully, blissfully done.

Feet aching from the hours and hours spent rushing to and fro, forcing yourself to unclench your jaw as you trudge towards Eddie’s van. Wayne complements the event with his slight drawl, smiling at you with a softness usually reserved only for Eddie. You murmur a grateful thank you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into him briefly.

Eddie is trailing just behind you two, several of the spare unclaimed baskets adorning his left arm with brownies, candy, and even a little Tupperware bowl with deviled eggs tucked into its shallow wicker grasp. Half of the kids were trailing along behind Eddie, the other half had gone with Steve who was parked in the back of the main hospital parking lot while Eddie was parked along the road that led to the hospital. You can hear Dustin and Will talking about something in the last campaign before Max tosses Reese’s Pieces at Erica who dodges nimbly, the candy hitting Dustin’s arm. In typical fashion there is yelling and laughing, some light shoving as Eddie attempts to corral the kids into the van before hopping in himself. Wayne drops the kids off at Mike’s house, you half asleep in the passenger seat almost nodding off in the now much quieter cab.

You feel the van come to a halt more than anything else, blinking rapidly as Wayne chuckles.

“Girlie, you get you some sleep.”

“Roger that, Wayne,” Eddie salutes as he hops out of the back and gathers his baskets before sliding the van’s back door and gallantly holding out his hand to help you down from the passenger side as you reassure Wayne you will.

“You look like little red riding hood with that many baskets,” You giggle sleepily as you wave to Wayne as he backs down the short driveway.

“That make you the wolf, bunny?” Eddie leans down and says it closer to your ear before growling playfully, fingers digging into your ass in tandem with his growl.

Once you've gotten inside, kicking your shoes off at the door, stumbling slightly into the living room as you try to flex your feet a bit to relieve the tension. You turn on your heel, grinning at your boyfriend as a lightbulb clicks on - both literally above you and in your head.

“Wolf,” You tilt your head to one side as Eddie yanks at his second shoe’s laces, brown eyes looking up at you with mirth. “Bunny.” You shift your head slightly to the other side. “Jockey,” Shrugging you grin down at him as his mouth drops open a tad.

“A jockey?” He questions with a chuckle as he straightens.

“Mmmhmm. Ride you like Seabiscuit.”

“Can I be an Easter unicorn?” The laughter that spills out of you is infectious it seems as the hand reaching out to steady yourself on his chest feels his shudder as his laughter joins yours.

“Anything you want.” Eddie kisses you, ready to deepen it when you pull away. “After my nap.”

“You don’t want any food first?” You unintentionally yawn at Eddie’s question. “Okay. Nap first, light meal after.” And he kisses your forehead gently, in sharp contrast to what you know he’ll be doing to you in a few hours, but it doesn’t matter. Because it’s been a weird as hell day, but watching Eddie carefully help little kids with finding eggs and then watching him schmooze a few of the nurses for leftover goodies has been a highlight in the quest to discover every facet of who this man is. You love him more than you ever imagined you could love someone - and that is both frightening and somehow, so contradictorily, it feels more normal than anything else either.

“I adore you, Eddie.”

Maybe it’s the way you say it that gets his gaze to turn a bit more serious. Maybe he just knows. As if he doesn’t already know nearly every piece of you, your tones of voice, and your actions. The way his forehead comes to meet with yours, thick lashes brushing against his pale skin as he blinks a few times as you continue to stare at him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever beheld.

“And I adore you. I love you with every measly little piece of me. Forever and ever - until we’re stardust again.”

“Happy Easter, my tatted, metal bunny.” Eddie snorts before brushing his lips gently over yours. Once. Twice.

“So, we still waiting til after your nap?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making you chuckle and pull away. You head towards the couch, leaning over the arm, legs spread wide behind you as you settle your middle and forearms against the old dark green material.

The little rumble of a groan from his chest as he is suddenly plastered to your back, pushing the sundress up over your ass as the softer material of his nice brown dress slacks brushes against the back of your thighs. “Fuck. Me,” Eddie breathes out as he braces his left hand on the arm, teeth skimming over the delicate skin of your neck as you stare down at his rings.

“I’m trying to,” You reply with a soft chuckle as his right-hand pushes down your underwear, the soft clink of his belt as his pants hit the floor just after.

“Such a perfect lil Easter bunny for me,” Eddie presses a few nipping kisses down the revealing skin on your back below your neck as his nimble fingers drag the zipper halfway down your spine, both hands coming up to your chest to tug the top loose to free your breasts as he groans loudly against your shoulder blade. “No bra? What a good little fuck bunny. Did you think of your promise today, hum? Think of my cock buried deep in your tight little cunt?” You manage to pant out a yes, already so fucking needy. “And so fucking wet so quick, just from me rubbing against your ass and squeezing your tits? Jesus, you know how you rile me up with how fucking responsive you are, baby.”

“Fuck me, Eddie,” You grunt out as you press your ass back against him, feeling the short, rough hairs on his thighs brush against your ass and thighs and the heavy weight of him so close to where you want him. “Please, honey. Please.” Eddie’s teeth sink into your throat before his lips suck and lick at the skin to soothe it. Eddie loves it when you beg and you are too happy to oblige most of the time. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m go – oooh!” The air is knocked out of you as he enters in one sharp stroke, both of you exhaling loudly at the feeling.

“What were you saying?” Eddie purrs out as he grinds slowly against you, his fingers kneading at your breast while you adjust.

“Was gonna shove you onto the carpet -”

“And have your way with me, bunny? While I’m in my Sunday best?” He withdraws just a little before snapping forward to fill you again.

“Yes… Ssshit. Yes. More. Please.” Eddie withdraws nearly completely before thrusting in harder, setting a quick pace.

“I’m - jesus h christ - I'm not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that, princess.”

“Good,” You manage to whine as you press a hand into the couch cushion under you to help push back to meet more of Eddie’s thrusts. Your fingers slide under your dress edge, swirling around your nub in quick circles, trying to get over that cliff with Eddie. “Eddie!”

“You close? Fuck yeah baby, rub your clit for me. Wanna feel you milk me. Come on, I know you can.”

“Wanna…” You cry out as he pauses, kicking your legs closer together and pressing your shoulders down more before thrusting into your slick heat once more.

“Feels better now, princess, huh? I know I’m hitting that spot,” He chuckles darkly as his hair brushes all over your bare shoulders, sucking another mark on your throat, this time closer to your ear, his fingers knocking yours away to swipe over and around your clit, eager to throw you over the edge before he gets there himself. “From all these fucking beautiful noises you’re making for me. Come for me, baby. Please. Fuck. God. I just need you to come. Now. Please. Now.”

Just a few more brushes of his fingers and one well-placed thrust and you’re screams of his name seem louder in the silent apartment, Eddie’s pleas and grunts murmured against your skin as the wet slap slap slap continues before Eddie’s rhythm falters for a beat as he chases his high.

“Come on pretty boy,” You pant out, body still shaking a bit as you push back against him. “Don’t you wanna come? Fill me up? Fuck.” You can feel his lips in an up-and-down motion as he nods eagerly, too focused on his own orgasm to answer. “Come Eddie. Come. Be a good boy for me and come.” You feel him come, groaning your name against your shoulder as he grinds and rolls himself closer as he pulses.

“I love you,” He murmurs, nuzzling against your throat until you turn your head for a kiss.

“I love you.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“Thank you,” You whisper, letting your body slump forward more onto the couch cushion under you as you catch your breath. “I’ll let you wake me up however you want.”

“Yet another reason to love you, bunny. Just another reason.”

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader smut #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x plus size reader #authoressskr writes

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blueeandyellowmakesgreen · 2 years

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apocalypse byler part 9: 2/2 is here!! thank you for waiting!!

,, hmm okay. i said this was gonna end sweetly AND IT DOES but it ended up being a lot more angstier than i was planning wiajwjja

tag list: @ineffable-hubbiewubbies @loveqbrl @strangeswift

anyway hope you all enjoy this continuation!

''Why did you lie about the painting?''

Will’s heart drops at the question. He curses himself, goddamnit, he thought they dropped it already. The fist gripped on his blanket only grows tighter, his nails digging through the fabric and piercing his skin. He feels himself coil; his eyes misty. He has no idea why he had to feel like crying now out of all places. He was so confident up to this point that he would rather die than let Mike know; but at the same time he’s screaming; Please push me. Please continue to push me. Don’t forget about it.

Push me until I cry.

Will didn’t want to lie to himself anymore; he wants to talk about it with Mike so bad. He wants to be honest, like how Mike has been trying to be lately. When did it get so difficult to be truthful anyway? It was so easy before, and now he feels like he has to watch his words with Mike. And he can tell how hurt his friend is by that. But he doesn’t know. He has no clue how much it was killing him to keep him at a distance. He can only wish he was as strong as Mike.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a world where Will wins. So he puts on the most stoic voice he could muster, swallowing deeply. ‘’Is that what this was about? So you could corner me?’’ He spits out, his words coated with venom.

‘’I just wanted to continue our conversation from before.’’

‘’What’s there to continue? I remember it ending pretty clearly.’’

‘’Will… come on. Do you really wanna do this?’’

No. ‘’God, just…Please, forget it, Mike.’’ Will tries to shuffle more to his side, straying farther away from his best friend.

‘’Why should I?’’

‘’What does it matter to you anyway?!’’

To Will’s surprise, Mike doesn’t retort instantly like he expected. All he was greeted with was silence; though if he’s being honest it made him feel rather uneasy, not hearing Mike’s loud voice. He’s tempted to turn around to see what’s the deal, until the silence is broken once again that’s worth making Will’s chest feel heavy.

‘’What doe it matter..?’’ Mike’s voice cracks as he quotes him. He sounded like he was in disbelief. More importantly, he sounded hurt. Will hears Mike get up from where he was lying down, making Will turn around to finally face him.

‘’H-How…’’ Mike frantically walks around the room, with Will’s eyes anxiously following him. Mike runs his hands through his hair as he walks. He then looks at Will with an expression that was almost offended, then wore the most amused grin on his face; it’s as if Will suggested something completely ridiculous. He exhales out a laugh. ‘’..How…could you say that to me?’’

Will was at a loss for words.

‘’-No, you’re right. Of course it doesn’t matter.’’ Mike interrupts Will, his tone full of sarcasm as he waves his hands in the air dismissively. ‘’It doesn’t matter that my best friend lied to me.’’

‘’Hey, I didn’t lie!’’ Will retorted quickly.

‘’Hah, didn’t you?’’ Mike puts his hands on his hips. ‘’So El did ‘commission’ that painting? Which, okay, was on me to not doubt, because how the hell could she have known my class was a paladin when I never uttered a word about D&D to her, but hey! She could have learned that from you, right?’’ Mike worded it like a question, but it was in an accusatory tone, his hand leaning towards Will.

Will had no words to reply or rebut. All he could do was look down at his fingers and start fidgeting nervously.

‘’And, uh, if what I said that day wasn’t enough of a hint, then..heh,’’ Mike starts laughing again, tears starting to stream down his face, which Mike tries to wipe swiftly. It was too late though; Will already caught a glimpse at it. The fact he was the one who caused that was going to haunt him for years.

‘’..I hate how useless I am. I thought I made it pretty fucking clear I felt like I didn’t matter to the people I cared about the most. And maybe I should just go ahead and..’’

‘’Mike..’’ Will whimpers.

‘’Then you said..that speech.’’ Mike sniffs. ‘’That stupid..stupid speech about me being the heart. No, it wasn’t stupid. Far from it, actually. Ugh.’’ Mike rubs his eyes. ‘’It’s just what you said, of how I made ‘her’ not feel like a mistake. Of how she needed me.’’ Mike looks away from Will. Will looks intently, hoping he was communicating well enough to beg Mike to look back at him. Mike as if reading Will’s mind, does just that. Their eyes lock.

‘’I remembered everything, Will. It was when you helped me realize that…maybe I did have a use. That maybe for once, I wouldn’t let anyone down. That I wasn’t a useless piece of shit like I thought I was. Knowing I was important to someone was all that mattered.’’ Mike puts his hands on his pockets, leaning on the dining table.

Will opens his mouth to respond, until Mike sighs shakily. ‘’And now I find out it was all a fucking lie, so…’’ Mike inhales before speaking again, standing as upright as he could, but he slumps back to his original position. His shoulders shake, trying to withhold his tears.

‘’So yeah, Will. It matters a whole fucking lot to me.’’

‘’…I meant it.’’ Will says as he props himself up, breaking the deafening silence between them.

‘’Meant what?’’

‘’You being needed.’’

‘’…By El?’’

Will feels himself freeze. So Mike did have an inkling.

‘’No. Not by El.’’

Mike stares at him for a bit, until he walks back to Will, sitting next to him with his eyes fully focused. ‘’..That’s not enough.’’

‘’I…’’ Will felt himself hesitate, until Mike was close enough to invade his personal space and their faces inches away.

‘’Will. You’re okay.’’

He feels Mike’s fingers snake through his own, eyes still focused on him. Though his gaze was intense, it was also earnest. It’s as if Mike is not allowing him to run away this time, and Will couldn’t be more thankful for that. Mike made him feel brave. He could practically hear his determination, and it was saying; ‘This is the night we’re going to break this cycle between us.’’

Will squeezes Mike’s hand back.

‘’I meant it when I said you didn’t make me feel like a mistake,’’ Mike nods gently, his smile growing already. With that sight, Will could already feel his walls breaking free. ‘’I was pushing you away because I was scared of losing you. I felt like I already did.’’ Will’s tears flood his face, his voice growing shakier. Mike’s grip gets tighter, serving as Will’s anchor. It helped him immensely.

‘’When really, I don’t know what I’d do if I did. I can’t lose you, because I…’’

Mike stares, but Will notices he’s leaning forward with every word he says. Will continues, voice pitching higher as he cries.

‘’I need you, Mike. Because…’’

‘’Will.’’ Mike says quietly.

‘’Y-Yeah?’’ He whispers, leaning forward as well. Just a little more and…

‘’Truth or Truth?’’

Will stops where he is. He blinks. ‘’What?’’

‘’Simple question. Truth or Truth?’’

Will is stunned. ‘’I-Isn’t it your turn?’’ He manages to stutter out.

‘’Shut up, it’s my game.’’ Mike leans back, his normal demeanor back. The former feels himself utterly disappointed. Was Mike playing with him? Was this all just an elaborate prank?

‘’It was never your game.’’ Will says flatly, irritation creeping up in his skin.

Mike raises his eyebrow. ‘’Uh, yeah, it is. I can interchange turns, since it’s my game. the rules where both truths can be interchanged with dare, but you’re welcome I didn’t apply that rule here due to our situation. Ergo, it’s liberated from copyright and is still my game.’’ He smirks, satisfied at his explanation.

Will blinks again. ‘’..I’m surprised I understood all of that.’’ He has no idea why he was indulging his best friend after the asshole stunt he just pulled.

‘’Of course you can. You’re the smartest next to Dustin.’’

Will still finds himself glaring daggers at Mike, despite still bantering with him. ‘’So, like..just fuck Lucas, then?’’

Mike points a finger at him. ‘’Don’t change the subject, and most importantly don’t tell him I told you that. Truth or Truth?’’ He asks again, voice raising from impatience.

‘’I’m scared of what’s coming next.’’

Mike rolls his eyes and groans loudly. ‘’Will, Jesus Christ, just pick one.’’

Fine. Will didn’t need to see Mike to know he was grinning to himself. Little shit. ‘’Truth.’’

‘’Can I kiss you?’’

Will’s angry demeanor changes immediately. Of course. This is so Mike Wheeler to do, and he finds himself grinning ear to ear at it. ‘’That’s not a truth question.’’ He laughs lightly. Mike joins him in giggling, and they stare at each other once again.

‘’…So can I?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ Will says, a little too eagerly and fast. Mike chuckles and leans forward to close the remaining space between them, their lips smashing together. It was messy, and not exactly the most ideal situation for any normal person; but it was perfect. For them, it was nothing short of it.

Both can agree that despite the uncomfortable situation they find themselves in, it was the best game of Truth or Truth yet.

#byler #apocalypse byler #writing

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batstorm93672 · 2 years

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"Hey Little D"

Bonds

"You sure pulled it well. Jason did it first, I did it better if you ask me"

Humor

"But then you swooped in and took the crown"

Jokes

"...Why did you have to go?"

Alike

"I went to your room, saw a couple drawings. I never thought you would draw me, I feel often forgotten in the shadows. Which is a big factor as to why we bond I suppose"

Lost

"I don't know how long I've been crying, days or weeks? Not that it matters, I just miss you... we all do. You were a brat, but you meant so much to us"

Shadows

"I know you didn't feel like it, I saw how you looked whenever you were left out or whenever you stayed quiet while everyone laughed. It's difficult to connect to a family you feel dropped into"

Alone

"I liked being around you, even if you insult me it adds character. I adored seeing how you experience things for the first time, like when you and I went into the bouncy house? Your face lit up and it was amazing"

Words to the dead

"So, when you come back. I'll probably congratulate you on being a member of the Dead Robins club. Jason is the leader, you are now an official part of our team kiddo. Then I'll hug you in worry, then smack you upside the head for taking so dang long... when all is said and done, I wanna go jumping with you in a bouncy house again, just us two"

"Brown, can you tell me if this color fits for this palette?"

Purple

"That's me..."

"Yes? Now, does this shade of purple fit or not?"

"Yeah I think it does, you know me so well"

Uncontrollable joy

"Hey! Unhand me! I'm trying not to mess this painting up!"

"Aaaaawwwwwww! You love meeeee! You adorable baby brother of mine!"

Adorable

"Raaagh! Unhand me Brown this instant or I will cut off your hands!"

"Fiiiiine, I'll let go of you grumpypants"

"Tt. I need to finish this"

"Thank you"

Love

"...it is no big deal. I find it soothing to draw everyone, you are just one of my concepts"

"Why's that?"

"...you are loud and chaotic, yet there's sweetness to it. I find it very special and I feel a sufficient amount of gratitude to be by you"

Words the the living

"You are something else Little D"

"Hmph, don't say a word of this to anyone"

"My lips are sealed"

#stephanie brown #damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do a Monty x small! Moth! Reader? The reader has functional wings and can fly their tiny around the pizzaplex in a flash. One they they accidentally bump into Monty and are apologizing prefuesly.

If not then that's okay! Don't want to push you!

"HEY! Why I oughta-!!"

"Ah! I'm sorry! So sorry!!"

With a chuff, Monty lowered his sunglasses, realizing it was only you who bumped into him.

You were a small moth animatronic just trying to find your way around the Plex, back to the daycare where you craved the warm lights that kept Sun active.

The gator was the last person you wanted to cross paths with. His sharp teeth, temper, and brute strength always made you nervous. He could easily pummel a tiny thing like yourself if you so much as looked at him wrong.

And like a fool..you ended up crashing into his shoulder blade.

He chuckled, showing off a toothy grin. "Relax, pipsqueak. I ain't gonna eat ya. Where you in a rush to?"

"Th-The daycare.." You stammered, your mechanical wings fluttering. To stop them from overheating, you lowered yourself on top of a Freddy-themed trash bin nearby. "Might have to take the escalator. My wings have been overheating a lot lately...think I'm overdue for maintenance."

"Grr..maintenance.." Monty grumbled in annoyance. "I hate it. You're lucky they haven't logged you for any problems. Best keep it that way." He looked down at his claws, before back to you. "Anyways..how 'bout I take ya there?"

You looked up at him, surprised. "R-Really? For little old me?"

"Sure." He approached you to put his hand out, and you carefully stepped into it. All of your circuits were practically screaming for you to run.

But you didn't wanna be scared. He seemed like a nice guy when he wasn't mad. You're sure anger wasn't his only personality either.

So after he hoisted you onto his shoulder blade, you two set off for Superstar Daycare.

Though Monty heard you mutter an "oh no" and blinked.

"What?"

"..d-did I say that out loud?"

"You may be tiny but you're right next to my ear..or...non-existent ear...y-you know what I mean! What's wrong?"

"I-I might've chipped some paint off your shoulder pad when I bumped into you. "Only a little bit I swear-!"

All of the sudden, Monty stopped short with such force that made you think you were gonna tumble off. But you held on and saw his red irises shift from behind his glasses to you.

"What?" He spoke in a low, threatening growl.

You panicked. "I-I'm so sorry!!! I didn't mean-"

However, you were cut off by the sound of his chuckling, which soon turned to laughter. "AHAHAHAA!!! I'm only kiddin', pipsqueak! Man, you're so easy to spook. C'mon put it there..."

Offering you a fistbump, you awkwardly returned the gesture, sighing in relief. "Can we make it to the daycare without you scaring me again?"

"No guarantees, but we'll try." He snickered.

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #montgomery gator #animatronic reader #platonic

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Youkai AU Angst & Fluff Idea. (Because I need more Youkai AU. You can never have too much) Youkai!Cater having a nightmare of losing you and curling up with you while you comfort him. He uses all his tails so it's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket. And then another familiar comes in and gets jealous leading to a huge cuddle pile so everyone can get some cuddles.

This AU brings me so much comfort~

Hope you like this little thing, anon! ( ^ ^)/

[Credits to @twstedforyou for creating this wonderful AU!]

There he was, standing in the middle of a forest. There were no sounds or scents around him. Most importantly,

Your scent had banished from the air

With it, the beautiful red string tied around his neck with love and care. You were gone, gone for all eternity, no reincarnation possible for your soul.

Yet he remained

Cater called out for his companions, desperate to find some sort of familiarity to hold on to and cry with at the news of your disappearance. But alone he remained in the forest. No matter how long he ran and searched and screamed for someone, Cater was all alone in the world.

!!!

With a jolt, the nine tailed kitsune woke up. Sweat covered his forehead, panting at the harsh beat of his heart.

"Master, M-Master... Where's Master? Master!"

His mind was overridden with worry and sadness. His legs reacted on their own as he set out to search for you.

"Cater, what happened? Where are you going? aster's sleeping, do not interrupt them!" Riddle ordered, but his words reached not the panicking youkai. "Cater!!"

The oni felt a hand fall on his shoulder. The stern frown on his face morphed into a questioning look as he turned to look at Trey and Grim.

"He's scared." Trey commented.

Grim continued, "He had a nightmare, and it seems it involved something happening to Master. Let him go to them, he needs their comfort."

The redhead return to look at the hallway in which Cater disappeared, heart beating with worry for his companion. "We shall check on him after half an hour passes... To make sure he's alright."

Cater could care less about human traditions of privacy at the moment. His instincts and fear told him to get in and make sure you were there, alive and well.

The door to you room opened abruptly, lock an easy hurdle to overcome.

"Master!" The kitsune ran to your bed and climbed up to slot himself between your arms as fast as he could. His nose buried on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply to permanently memorize it. Soon, he would lower himself to place his fox ear atop your chest. He needed to make sure your were alive, let him hear the melody of your heart to soothe his fears.

At the commotion of your door being destroyed and subsequent intruding into your bed, you woke up alerted. Groggy eyes looked down at the head of orange trapping you between his arms and fluffy tails.

"Cater...? What's wrong?" You questioned, voice drawled out by a yawn. You allowed yourself to run your fingers through his hair.

The youkai turned to glance at you. His heart swelled with relief and pure love at the adorable sleepy smile you shot his way.

"Master! You're okay! Don't- d-don't ever leave us! Please..... And if you do, promise you will always return to us... Promise" His embrace tightened as tears filled his green eyes.

Your expression softened. That's what had him so worried. "Lovely Cater, my fluffiest fox. I will always try my best to return to you, were we ever to part."

A trembling smile painted his face. Cater nuzzled into your chest and wrapped his tails tighter around you. "So happy, s-so happy, Master..!"

You relished the warmth brought by his tails and let your familiar cry into your chest. Small reassuring kisses were placed to the top of his head as you played with those silky locks of orange.

"Say, my Diamond, what got you so on edge?"

His tails fell heavier on you as if to protect you from anyone who wished to take you away from him. Muffled by your shirt, the fox answered, "A horrible, terrible nightmare... In which you never returned. My string of fate banished, just like you and everyone else..."

You brought him closer after hearing the response. You fully understood what it meant for your familiars to lose their master for eternity, and could only imagine the utter heartbreak that would cause.

"You will never be alone again, Cater... Never"

Once the wonderful reassurance reached his ears, a long sigh of relief pushed past his lips.

"I love you, Master"

Suddenly, the caring atmosphere surrounding you both was interrupted by Ace screaming:

"Hey, not fair!! I wanna cuddle Master too!"

A loud smack was heard. You assumed it was due to Riddle hitting the back of Ace's head.

"Silence! Do you not see Cater was in distress?! You potential could make it worse by yelling!" Sure enough, the short oni scolded.

"B-But cuddles with Master...." Deuce muttered.

Trey chuckled awkwardly at the situation at hand. "Riddle, you're raising your voice, as well. It could affect Cater's state just as much as Ace's yell."

You detected Riddle's characteristic sounds of surprise and frustration.

"Nyaha~ Little Rosehearts hasn't changed after all these years!" Grim mocked.

You turned to Cater and whispered, "See? Never alone."

The redhead smiled fondly and giggled, head returning to hear the soothing beat of your heart.

Yes, never alone

[END]

#zask #twisted wonderland #youkai au #familiars #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst x reader

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

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jxngh · 3 years

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Hey! It's me again with another request. 😅

What about a Hoseok that everyone underestimate and think that just because he's so adorable, a true gentleman and even cheesy that they don't think he can be good at bed.

So, some girls make a bet (idk let's pretend their work colleagues or they're in college, what suits you better) what they don't know is, that Hoseok somehow, actually finds out about this bet, but he's not bother at all, on the contrary, he's beyond thrilled since he's been wanted to fuck hard OC, so this is his chance to prove her how wrong she actually is.

The player will be end up being played.

A good boy with a little a very dirty secret behind doors. What do you think? 👀

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your sweet boss is made a party for the ones who freshly started work with you. you didn't expect anything less from a gentleman as him. he was always disciplined but never not supportive and adorable. sometimes even cheesy.

you and your work colleagues were in the party. and after some food and drinks - and not seeing him around - they basically started gossipping. you were trying to be friends with the new colleagues but you all were in the same conversation so you kinda had to be in it.

"soo... what do you guys think about your new boss?" asked one of your close colleagues. she loved gossipping and stuff like that, was so fun all the time.

"he's super sweet...i don't know if it's because we're new to be honest." said the new girl. and the new boy added "i feel like he's a gentleman but...we don't know how is he in bed right?" he made a funny voice. you all laughed.

"bet he's not good at bed, seems too soft." your fun friend said while she's taking another bite from the food. and she turned to you before asking. "what do you think, __?"

"i don't know..." you looked at her, then the others. "he seems vanilla but i can't really say if he's bad."

they talked about it a little then the conversation changed.

you were still thinking about it tho. the thing you didn't know was that he heard your talk while he's getting another drink from a table closer to you guys.

after a week from the party, to check your work, he came to your room. at least that was what you thought. you thought that you did something wrong and he was here to show you how to fix it. as he did multiple times before.

but no, here he was showing you the plans of the new design of the office from the computer, too close to your face while he's behind the chair you're sitting at. you couldn't focus on the screen because of him.

and you couldn't decide if it's smell that is making your mind dizzy or the tone of his voice. there was definitely something different today.

"are you even listening __?" he asked and that was when you really started listening. your attention was on his side profile which is looking like he's a painting.

"oh uhm yes. sorry, i got distracted." you confessed.

that put a grin to his face. he came closer to you, leaving a deep breath. you felt small tingles on your neck.

"you're one of my best workers and you always listen carefully what i say, __. is something wrong?" he asked you, eyes traveling to your lips for a millisecond. the gap between you two was so small, you could feel his capturing smell making your mind dumb.

"n-nothing." you stuttered, trying too hard to look at him in the eyes. your mind was screaming at you that you should get back but you just stayed still.

he took a deep breath and tilted his head.

"is this vanilla?"

wha- what was he talking about? why did he just highlight the word? did he hear you talking? shit. you were going to be fired if he did. plus you didn't want him to hear those words, you just said it. ugh.

your eyes widened but you tried to act like he's talking about something else.

"what is?" you looked up at him, his breathtaking features. the grey suit was covering his body so well. damn, you thought.

he looked at you and talked before slightly smirking.

"the colour, __. what else could it be?"

you looked down and gulped before looking at him again.

"i d-don't know sir." you felt your cheeks getting hotter, shit. what was happening to you? you weren't exactly a shy type of woman but the sudden hint made you flustered.

he held the armrests of your chair and turned you to face him, then he gently nipped your chin and made you look up.

"why are you getting red? tell me what's on your mind, baby." he said staying still and leaving only few centimeters between your faces.

him calling you that sent a flutter to your heart. what happened to the sweetest boss you had? and more importantly, why did you want him so bad with just a word?

"thought you were thinking that i'm vanilla, but here you are getting even more red with a 'baby'..."

fuck. he knew. he knew what you've said. you wanted to speak and tell him that he misunderstood or something, at least try to fix this someway. but you couldn't, not when you were that close. you opened your mouth but no words came out. and your brain focused on his breath brushing your lips, he was looking amazing.

"i can prove you wrong baby. bet you'll only think and talk about me." he said before brushing his lips to yours for a second. you closed your eyes. then he watched your face with lust filled gaze of his.

your hand found his neck and pulled him close to a kiss. it was intense, wasn't so slow but not fast either. you felt his hands coming down and holding your waist, then down and grabbing your ass while he sucked your bottom lip. after that he lifted you and made you sat on your table.

he started to give your ass hard squeezes while groaning into your mouth.

"mmmh " he said before spreading your legs and rolling his hips against yours.

he was so hard and you were sure your panties were wet after that kiss. and now he was sucking marks to your neck to collarbone. you loved the feeling of getting marked by him. the way he touched you were mind-numbing.

"mmph, please." you moaned, not able to opening your eyes from the feeling.

he smirked and held your waist tightly. then rolled his hips to yours, it was harder this time.

"name it baby. please what?" he asked leaving a peck to the sweet spot under your ear. it sent tingles to your body, you held his head and pulled him closer. now you were face to face, his eyes were half lidded and full with lust, looking deeply into your ones.

"please sir, prove me wrong." you said breathily.

he smiled for a second, then kissed your lips hungrily. then with a low moan he sent his tongue to meet yours. and yeah,he was so good at it. it was like his tongue is dancing on yours. you couldn't help but whimper.

you felt his hands getting under your dress, playing with the thin waistband while he leaves low grunts to your mouth. the vibration was making you feel some type of way. your whimpers were telling the same thing.

your hands found his belt and unbuckled it without breaking the intense kiss you've having with him. he slid your panties aside and started to rub his hand to your wetness.

"fuck." he breathed havily. "all of this is for me? fuck baby, you make me wanna ruin you."

you smiled and palmed his erection, getting low curses from him. you could feel him twitching.

"i'm ready sir." you said, looking at his hungry expression. your hands were resting on the waistband of his underwear. you slowly pulled it down.

he was long and pretty. and definitely ready to fuck. the gray suit he wore was looking so rich, and the fact that he still had it on was a turn on to you.

he didn't waste anymore time and pushed himself to you in one thrust. your moans and his grunts mixed. he was holding your waist and sucking your neck.

"ah sir, move. please."after checking your face he continued his movement slowly. you could feel every inch of him, he was so deep and filling you so well.

he started to move faster, making you jolt with every push of his hips. you needed to get support from your hands, holding the table tightly.

"such a pretty baby, spreading herself for me on her table, crying under me." he said pulling himself back almost fully. "still thinking i'm vanilla?" he said and pushed himself harder, finding the spot easily. and now he was fucking you rough.

"n-no sir, ohh yes." you replied and felt your high coming, by the way his dick twitches inside of you after every moan of yours you could tell he's close too.

he kept his pace, made you lose control of your moans while he leaves low grunts to your neck, whispers dirty stuff to your ear.

"come as i say pretty." he said and gave deep thrusts, getting faster and going slower and deeper again. your pussy started to clench like crazy. if you weren't being held by him you'd probably fall because how hard he fucks.

"come." he said and you both came, you were a moaning mess.

he pulled himself out and fixed your dress after fixing his suit, getting ready to leave.

"guess i proved it all wrong, huh?" he said, watching your not so out of bliss face. it was a strong high.

"i can't believe i thought that sir." you said looking at his lips involuntarily. you were still between your desk and him. he moved closer and kissed you slowly. then his hands found the marks he left on your skin.

"everybody will know who left these marks on you baby. you can cover it up... or you can keep it and i can take you a proper date tonight. cause this wasn't just sex for me. what'd you say?"

his words made your heart flutter. you couldn't help but smile.

"of course."

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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chained, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You ever fuck someone wearing a collar and a chain... that's attached to the hot girl with the demonic grin? No? Just Min Yoongi? In his defense, he really likes a bad bitch.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; yup, there are Marilyn Manson and Slipknot references; D/s smut (fem reader, black leather collars and a chain leash, [a lot of] choking, saliva everywhere, handjob, m-receiving oral, slight edging, hair pulling, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - rapper, sub!Yoongi x goth (also kinda his manager? lol) dom!reader; kinda PWP; Yoongi's POV

feel like I'm hexed, yeah, that bitch bad collar on her neck and her ass real fat

Most people would say, “Nah, dude, don’t mess with girls like that.”

Most people would say, “She’s fucking scary, why the hell would you think she’s hot?”

Most people would, but Min Yoongi wasn’t most people.

“I want to play a game.”

He tilted his head. “Then let’s play a game.”

She grinned, wild hair over her left eye. “Yeah?”

The first time he met her, he was at a bar and a woman was chatting him up, engaging him in conversation he didn’t want to be in. Fuck. The only reason he came was to accompany his friends, but they were all much more extroverted than he was and had already wandered off with potentials of the night. He didn’t want a potential. He just wanted a damn shot of whiskey and then he was going to slink into a corner and pretend nobody existed.

He minimized his responses to, “Mhm” and “Yeah,” but the woman wasn’t getting the hint and the bartender was busy. Sigh.

All of a sudden, a short man with a white, mannequin-like mask appeared. The white mask was painted with black streaks. He had stringy, long black and red hair and was wearing black coveralls.

Yoongi and the woman jumped away from each other, disconcerted by the appearance of the strange, tiny man.

“Bartender! Hey, real quick, can you get my friend here a drink?”

And then, fuck.

Black leather jacket, silver hardware. Tight fitted white top, so shredded the black bra underneath was visible. Short black pleated skirt. Ripped tights. Thick black boots with chains. Yoongi felt his eyes widen, looking up and down at this curvy frame. Wild hair, lush tits, juicy thighs, an ass that could put anyone in a trance with the way those hips swayed. Dark makeup, playful grin with red-stained lips.

A black choker with at least eight-centimeter spikes.

A pure white contact lens in her left eye.

“Hey, you can’t cover your face here,” a patron interrupted. “That’s creepy.”

The small man in the mask didn’t reply. The woman in black, however, swatted a hand like she was whacking away a fly.

“He’s part of the entertainment. Buzz off.”

“Oh, yes, you’re the band’s drummer, right?” The bartender rushed over. “Sorry, sorry. What will it be?”

The masked man said nothing.

“Double shot whiskey on the rocks,” the woman replied for him. “Did I get it right this time, Hana?”

A single nod from that stringy head.

“What about you?”

Yoongi jumped, startled the woman in black leather was addressing him. She cocked her head to the confused bartender. “You’ve been standing here ignored for the past ten minutes. I noticed because I was waiting for the guys to suit up to bring Hana to the bar.” She waved her hand. “Come on. Give me your order. I got you.”

“O… Oh. Same thing.”

She nodded. “Ya heard him. And don’t just only pay attention to cute girls, bartender.”

The bartender’s cheeks flushed. “A-Ah, I apologize! I’ll have them ready right away.”

The woman sighed and shook her head, completely ignoring the chatty woman who was making eyes at Yoongi, trying to get near him again. Yoongi pretended not to notice, stepping closer to the short, creepy man. The white mask didn’t move. The woman leaned down a bit because the man was shorter than she was with her height and platform boots.

“Don’t be takin’ nothing with the whiskey now. I’m treatin’ ya,” she chuckled under her breath.

Yoongi noticed the slight satoori. It made her voice a little deep and gruff.

“Shut it.”

She snickered. “Made you talk, Hana.”

The white mask went back to being silent.

She sighed and stood back up turning her attention to Yoongi. “Sorry about my friend here. He doesn’t like talking or people. I’m trying to get him to be more personable. Is it working?”

Yoongi blinked.

“Uh.”

Damn, every time she smiled, he felt a thrill shoot up his spine. White teeth showing, pink tongue peeking out between them.

It just seemed a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

“I know it’s not working. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

The masked man might as well have been a mannequin with how still he was.

“You’re his manager?” Yoongi found himself asking.

She shrugged. “Kind of? I actually just own the studio space the band records. But I like coming to the gigs sometimes if I can. Good excuse to get a little drunk, eh? Plus, I’m trying to find musicians to rent out the other spaces.”

Fuck.

Was it his lucky day or what?

“I’m looking for a studio space to record my music, actually.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No shit? You wanna talk some business?”

Oh, they talked business to bass and drums thundering the bar.

Later, they talked about some… other things too. What could he say? Yoongi liked a bad bitch. She wore leather, she owned cluster of studio spaces – “well, they ain’t mine, they’re my dad’s, but he’s never here, he’s off gambling and chasing booty, I think” – she gave him a fair price, and she loved to suck dick.

Yoongi didn’t find out about that last bit until later.

Right now, she was clipping the end of a silver chain to the collar around his neck.

It was heavy, probably metal. The collar he was wearing was thick black leather, with a steel ring resting against his collarbones. Yoongi was pretty sure she was doing a number on him. He wore a lot of black, yeah. He liked leather jackets too. But being around her presence was messing with his head and he was pretty sure he was being influenced by her energy. He used to hate his eye shape and his dark circles, but when he saw himself in the mirror with her tangled around him, riding his dick, he found himself thinking he didn’t look so bad after all. He looked good standing with the woman with the white contact lens and the demonic grin.

Maybe he was a little crazy, but everyone was a little crazy. Yoongi wasn’t worried about something like that.

Right now, she licked her teeth with that lithe, pink tongue of hers.

The other end of the chain was connected to the collar around her neck.

“You wanna play?” she drawled.

Fuck, he loved that shit. Her voice got slightly deep and throaty when she spoke in satoori. He wasn’t sure if she noticed it or not. It must be from her father. She mentioned that she had been raised by her dad – “sporadically, he liked to travel and, by travel, I mean gamble and chase ass, although surprisingly he didn’t come back with more kids, so I guess he learned his lesson” – but she was kind of the same way.

Not the gambling bit.

He didn’t really mind it though. She didn’t try to hide anything and he encouraged her to be herself. Plus, no one was getting the treatment he got. Yoongi was pretty sure about that, because when she fucked around, she did it in public. He had to be the one to tell her to take it upstairs and go for the throat.

Alright, not the throat. The dick.

In some way, Yoongi felt that was her way of asking if he approved, because she never took it upstairs and out of his sight unless he gave her the go ahead.

Right now, her tongue extended and wiggled in the air, glossy and slick with her saliva.

He smirked, open-mouthed and with a flick of tongue at the edge of his teeth.

She gripped the chain and yanked him by the neck to her face, crashing that demonic grin to his lips.

Like an injection or a spell, it gave him a rush, the firm leather snapping against his neck, chained to her, both wearing the collars, but she was always in control, always, and he liked it like that, liked the way she traced his lips with her powerful tongue, her saliva his aphrodisiac, before she captured his lips and rolled her body into his lap, skin to skin, moving like a snake, his gasp against her devouring mouth, her bare ass sliding on his thigh, fuck, so sexy, so soft, so bouncy, one hand on his face and another on his shoulder, fingers spread out and tendons flexing.

He liked to say she was the angel that held up her blinding halo with devil horns.

She yanked on the chain and Yoongi sucked in a breath, closing one eye as she licked his cheek, ending with a kiss on his brow. Cold air chilled his wet skin, making him shiver.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

Pretty sure neither of them believed in a god but it got the point across.

He raised his hand and she smacked his wrist down, pinning it to the bed.

“Nuh uh.”

Yoongi wasn’t really expecting her to let him.

He raised his other hand. It was immediately swatted down onto the bed, her eyebrow cocking.

“Naughty, naughty.”

He cocked an eyebrow back, defying.

She leaned down and snatched the chain in her mouth, tugging on it with teeth and neck, narrowing her eyes. The white contact lens on her left eye gleamed under her lashes. She always wore it except right before sleeping. He once asked her why and she had shrugged.

“Mental security, I guess.”

Now, she growled like an animal.

“Down.”

She looked like she was about to headbutt him. He wouldn’t put it past her.

He lowered himself slowly, her mouth holding the chain taut until he was laying on the bed. She grinned, pleased at his obedience. Yoongi was quite sure that she was probably the closest being to a succubus that he would ever encounter with the violent thrill of arousal she was giving him with those plush lips and white teeth around the silver chain, pink tongue circling around the metal to tease him.

Maybe he was the crazy one for being turned on by it.

She dropped the chain on his chest. He flinched, the wet, heavy metal thudding onto his sternum, right against his pounding heartbeat. She rubbed her thigh against his balls and hardening cock, raising her head, chain following, higher, higher, letting go of his hands, arching her back, tits up, until it was fully taut between his neck and hers, the sides of the collars forcefully digging into his neck and hers. Yoongi did not lift his head from the bed to reduce the tension. Her devilish smile widened. A chain tug-of-war between collar to collar, both of them choking the other.

She lifted her hand and licked her palm, saturating it with saliva.

She reached down and wrapped her long fingers around his stiff length.

Didn’t say he could touch her though, so Yoongi didn’t.

“Think you can last longer than last time?”

He clenched his jaw. “Maybe.”

She pulled harder and he locked his neck and shoulders, clutching the sheets with a sharp gasp, pleasure shooting up his core, firm, strong strokes up and down his cock, fuck, fuck, every damn time, that second of cold as her saliva soaked his skin and then it warmed up fast to hot, slippery ecstasy, hard and getting harder, his pre-cum mixing with her saliva, staring at her hard nipples and juicy hips, knees around one of his thighs, shaking her ass when she noticed him looking, changing the pace, addicted to the feeling of her hands. He could feel the bones and the hard muscle of her grip and, sure, that didn’t sound sexy, but it felt incredible, adding stimulation in that inescapable hold and paired with slickness, choking his cock slightly and he craved every second of it, thighs tense and hard, growling in his throat as he dug his head into the mattress, pulling the chain for all it was worth, lightheaded now, the leather cutting in, probably leaving a mark, locking eyes with mischievous orbs and an impish smirk, the sides of her collar also cutting into the sides of her neck, choking herself as she was choking him while jacking him off.

Black haze threatened the edges of his vision.

He was going to pass out or cum. Yoongi didn’t care which happened first.

“F… Fuck!”

Yoongi snapped his jaw shut and shot up her forearm and down his length, strained groan of her name leaking past his teeth, bolts of pleasure invading his nerves all the way up to his scalp, blossoming into an erotic haze. She snapped her head forward. Oxygen flooded his brain, his jaw going slack with a moan, his eyes rolling back, high so high his whole body shuddered, barely registering her movement, hearing the lewd slurps of her drinking up his cum.

Wet.

Hot.

“Shit!”

Her mouth enveloped his twitching length, burying it deep into her throat, slathering tongue and satisfied hiss, chain clinking against his stomach and hitting his trembling balls, twisting her head so the chain wouldn’t cause any damage to them as she began to suck, flashes of tongue flickering out of the edges of those plush lips, grazing his crotch and scrotum, pointedly staring at him with an arched eyebrow.

She bounced her hips when she noticed him looking, shaking her ass as she sucked his dick.

Yoongi grinned.

His vision was barely focusing, trying to recover from orgasm in the midst of the intoxicating pleasure of her soft and tight mouth, tongue rubbing under the head of his cock, causing it to jerk and swell in the back of her throat and then she thrust it all the way back in there, taking him impossibly deep, sinfully moaning around his cock, vibrating it with lust. He glanced at her hands, fingers spread out and joints locked, tendons flexed, pointed black fingernails clawing into the sheets.

The heat flaring over his abdomen and hips was rising to his limit once more.

Yoongi panted her name, hoarse and breathless, realizing his Daegu satoori was suddenly more prominent in his disheveled state.

“I’m gonna cum–”

She popped her mouth off his cock and he snapped his teeth, snarling.

“You bitch.”

She grinned, wiggling her tongue, thick plops of saliva dripping down and hitting his flinching hips and throbbing cock, the head an angry purple-red from being so roughly stimulated after orgasm. The white contact gleamed alongside the devious glint in her right eye, black pupils blown out, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

It didn’t matter who was on top because she knew she was always on top.

To be clear, Yoongi didn’t take shit from anyone without a fight. It got him in trouble sometimes, but this particular brand was trouble was the kind he liked. She gave him a long period of two seconds to roll the condom down before tangling one hand in the metal chain and the other in his black hair, pulling both in opposite directions. He hissed dangerously, plunging his hard cock into the wet, waiting heat, scorched by her roughness and his desire, one of her legs on his shoulder and the other around his waist, smacking their bodies together with violent force.

The tip of her tongue traced her teeth, grinning demonically.

“Come on, you said you were gonna play the game with me, Yoongi,” she chuckled, naughtily mocking him, voice deep and rough from her satoori.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” he growled in kind, low and gravelly.

She pulled on the collar much harder than his hair, but both were equally arousing, prickling pain on his scalp and circulation cut short once again, brief flashes of oxygen bleeding through with his aggressive thrusts, the excess chain knocking against her collarbones, just another layer of sound along with slapping hips and squelching juices, her velvet walls clenching around him with every descent, not going fast so he could last, burying deep and hitting her hard. She winced, guttural growl at the base of her throat and the side of his lips quirked up.

“Too much?” he taunted.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much,” she grunted, jerking her hips up and brutally squeezing the head deep inside.

“Fuck…”

He knew she wouldn’t let him do anything she didn’t want, so he kept going, her wrist flicking up with every thrust, leather collar snapping into his skin, thinning his breath to gasps at the stinging pain, the hand in his hair releasing him, messy black strands invading his vision, but he had no time to complain, groaning as her nails dug into his back and dragged up, inflamed hot lines that shot into his system and fed his adrenaline. His fists bunched the sheets, locking his shoulders, clenching his jaw, flexing his neck, and now he was being choked again, consistently this time, oxygen thinning out once more, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Her smile sent thrills up his spine and they split at the base of his head, tendrils of vicious desire numbing all sensations except lust, gluttonous for the pain that nourished more pleasure, greedy for everything she forced him to take, too prideful to ask her to loosen her hold, desperate not to give in to her wrath, usually slothful but now using every fiber of his strength to push himself to the limit, high getting higher knowing that anyone would be envious of how good he got it from that fiendish playful grin and hot delicious body under him, collared together in joined sin.

She let out a low moan, basking in him, feeding his need to satisfy hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

He managed to get out half of a breath, staring into those irises, one real, one covered in white.

“Fuck, your voice gets me off every time,” he hissed.

He slammed his hips down and she clamped around his entire length, releasing the chain, both of their heads tipping back, his in the air and hers into the pillows, moans in unison as he shot into the condom and she released onto his twitching length and skin, coating him with slickness. The scent of sex permeated the air, his previous orgasm soaked into the sheets already and hers smearing with it as their hips descended, his throbbing cock pulsed by her flinching walls, her thighs tense around his waist and his hard ones against her ass, making sure to lean forward so he didn’t fall out, savoring every second of their joined bodies.

The hotel room was certainly getting some important use.

Yoongi remembered he had been annoyed when she said he should rent one since the potential gig was rather far away and transportation so late at night was going to be a bitch. He almost didn’t do it, but she rolled her eyes and booked it anyway, triumphant when he sold out the venue. Not a huge venue, but bigger than he had ever performed before.

He still said she had to make it up to him for making him travel farther than he originally wanted.

As usual, Yoongi was not disappointed.

“Housekeeping is gonna be pissed,” she chuckled. “Smells like sex.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“How’s your throat?”

“Pretty sure rapping strains the inside of my throat, not the outside.”

She chuckled. “Now you hurt all over.”

“Good.”

Yoongi closed the distance and kissed that smirk, metal chain sandwiched between their hot, sweaty skin, the steel rings of the black leather collars clinking against each other.

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enhyupn · 3 years

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⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

‘y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

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dontbipanicjonsa · 3 years

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Been thinking about Dark!D*ny and

I think for me, it comes down to two things:

The utter hypocrisy re: her supposed abolitionist ways

The escalation of her power and the destruction she wreaks

Because I can't really fault her for smothering Drogo. I can't really fault her for letting Viserys die. I can't really fault her for murdering the shit out of Kraznys. I can't fault her for freeing slaves (as if). I can't even fault her for wanting revenge.

Let me explain-

I think if we compare the capture of the Lhazareen and the capture of Meereen, it paints a very clear picture of where D*ny is headed.

The Lhazareen

Ok. First, the whole 'D*ny has no power' argument has to stop. She's the khaleesi. Her husband is the khal. Of course she has power.

I'm NOT saying Drogo isn't absolutely monstrous to her. I'm not saying she chose to marry him. I'm not commenting on their relationship at all.

In a patriarchy, (upper class) women gain property/power/control over others in exchange for sexual/reproductive service. So D*ny, simply by virtue of being the khal's wife, or simply because she's pregnant with his kid (neither of which were her choice) has power.

For comparison, Cersei, who is abused by her husband, the king, still derives power from her position as Queen and mother of the princes/princess. See what I mean?

?? Drogo decides they're gonna sail to Westeros and gives his rousing speech because D*ny was almost assassinated. The attack on the Lhazareen was done in service of D*ny's conquest of Westeros. Let's repeat.

The Lhazareen were attacked to further D*ny's interests.

No, it wasn't for Rhaego, he's a fucking foetus he doesn't HAVE interests. It's not for Drogo, he doesn't give two shits about Westeros. IT"S FOR D*NY. And that is her 'power' in action. Her power, that she derives through her husband, because PatRiarChy. But power.

And you know what? Sure. It's fine. She didn't know what a bloodbath it was going to be. That's not her fault. And yeah, she IS ready to accept the bloodshed as necessary collateral. That is...a bit more questionable. But she does try to help some women.

Does she only help them because she can see their suffering? Probably. There's plenty of suffering not in her direct line of sight that she allows. But ok. Sure. It's not her job to save everyone (nevermind that they're suffering to further her interests).

The whole 'save them by marrying them to their rapists' thing makes me more sad than enraged. It's tragic. It's D*ny, making women marry their rapists in the same book where she married her rapist...thinking she's ok, thinking they would be ok too. It's the cycle of abuse in motion, right before our eyes.

This is an explanation I accept. All that bullshit about how powerless D*ny is? Pls. Women and children are being enslaved right there on the same page, so D*ny can win the IT, and she's powerless ?? stfu

Ok. I get it. She's not powerless, but how far does her power extend? COULD she have gotten away with getting all the newly enslaved Lhazareen freed? We'll never know. Does that absolve her?

Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne.

NO.

This- the capture and enslavement of the Lhazareen people- is a direct consequence of Viserys' ambitions, which is a torch that D*ny has now willingly taken up. THAT ^^^ is a price she's willing to pay, or rather- make others pay.

Buuuut it's fine. She's inexperienced, and her power is certainly limited, and hey she tried. Sure. Moving on.

Meereen

(TW: mentions of rape)

Fast forward four books and D*ny is approximately 100x times more powerful than she was in the Lhazareen scene. Let's see how she does now-

A boy came, younger than Dany, slight and scarred, dressed up in a frayed grey tokar trailing silver fringe. His voice broke when he told of how two of his father's household slaves had risen up the night the gate broke. One had slain his father, the other his elder brother. Both had raped his mother before killing her as well. The boy had escaped with no more than the scar upon his face, but one of the murderers was still living in his father's house, and the other had joined the queen's soldiers as one of the Mother's Men. He wanted them both hanged.

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. Dany had no choice but to deny him. She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack. Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters.

xxx

A former slave came, to accuse a certain noble of the Zhak. The man had recently taken to wife a freedwoman who had been the noble's bedwarmer before the city fell. The noble had taken her maidenhood, used her for his pleasure, and gotten her with child. Her new husband wanted the noble gelded for the crime of rape, and he wanted a purse of gold as well, to pay him for raising the noble's bastard as his own. Dany granted him the gold, but not the gelding. "When he lay with her, your wife was his property, to do with as he would. By law, there was no rape." Her decision did not please him, she could see, but if she gelded every man who ever forced a bedslave, she would soon rule a city of eunuchs.

SO anyway how is D*ny rating on the 'tried to prevent rape' scale?

She even went so far as to summon Irri, hoping her caresses might help ease her way to rest, but after a short while she pushed the Dothraki girl away. Irri was sweet and soft and willing, but she was not Daario.

Oh look she's in the negative :/

How's she doing on the slavery front? She's got all the power now...

"Your slave Missandei." Jhiqui had a taper in her hand.

"My servant. I have no slaves." Dany did not understand. "Why does she weep?"

xxx

There was no slavery in the free city of Pentos. Nonetheless, they were slaves.

...

D*enerys spends five books gaining power. How does this affect the condition of her people? Is the condition of the Meereenese better than the condition of the Lhazareen had been, all the way back in the first book? No. It's worse.

People have still been raped. People have still been enslaved/remained enslaved. People have starved. People have been brutally murdered. And at a much larger scale than book 1.

This is what it comes down to. D*ny is a villain because her climb to power is characterized by death and destruction, always. Isn't that the trademark of a villain?

D*ny is a girl who truly believes in her own PR, but when you look at her words and actions-

"The Good Master has said that these eunuchs cannot be tempted with coin or flesh," Dany told the girl, "but if some enemy of mine should offer them freedom for betraying me . . ."

"They would kill him out of hand and bring her his head, tell her that," the slaver answered. "Other slaves may steal and hoard up silver in hopes of buying freedom, but an Unsullied would not take it if the little mare offered it as a gift. They have no life outside their duty. They are soldiers, and that is all."

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"No," she pleaded. "Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way … some magic, some …"

...how much of her actions are truly altruistic? How much is performative?

Despite her anti-slavery rhetoric, D*ny consistently benefits from slavery- and slavery flourishes.

Despite her 'oh no I don't wanna bring death and destruction anywhere', her actions continue to bring exactly that- and it never stops her from doing it all over again the next time.

Not to dismiss her internal struggle. But really. Being upset at the thought that you might be a bad person doesn't make you a good person. For that matter, being worried if you're going mad or not...doesn't mean you're not (not that I'm saying she is). Seriously, where did that logic even come from? Ultimately, her internal struggle makes her a more compelling character, sure, but it doesn't actually make her a better person.

The point is, her story is absolutely rooted in hypocrisy. Her destructiveness only escalates with her power. Her so-called good intentions never pan out- because her own actions undermine them. And because she has the self-awareness of a pigeon, she never gets better.

She IS the villain who thinks she's a hero. She isn't just a villain because she's done bad things, but because she's utterly unaware (or deliberately obtuse) of the bad things she's done, and so she's incapable of learning, and so she's only getting worse.

Take a step outside her POV and it suddenly becomes clear.

Let's recap.

D*ny has-

Wayy more power in Meereen. Less in Lhazareen

D*ny did-

Less to prevent rape in Meereen. More in Lhazareen

D*ny benefitted from-

Slavery in Meereen. Slavery in Lhazareen

D*ny was-

A slaver in Meereen. A slaver in Lhazareen

D*ny wreaked-

Death and destruction in Meereen. Death and destruction in Lhazareen.

D*ny, riding high on her power-

Ordered the murder of children. And much more.

Power is NOT good for D*ny.

#dark!dany #anti daenerys targaryen #d**y stans do NOT interact #yea I censored her name twice just to be sure

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cloudiilink · 3 years

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I saw you're looking for Time headcanons so I've come to help (bear in mind these aren't gonna be the best but hey at least I tried)

- He's got bite marks/scars on his shoulders from dead hand and all those redeads

- He has definitely fallen asleep in the barn with the horses

- He gets a little jumpy around portrait paintings after the forest temple

- He's tried playing Sky's harp once or twice when he wasn't looking because it reminds him of Sheik

- He used to be really good with a bow but since his eye kinda got wrecked his depth perception is way off so he gave it to Malon as a gift because he can't use it anymore

- Speaking of his eye, I headcanon he got the scar by going back to the lost woods trying to search for navi (the second time he does this is when he dies eghshsjs I like angst) and one of the moblins deep in the woods got a lucky strike on his eye. The walk back to the ranch wasn't fun and let's just say he now has a severe dislike for moblins

That's all I've got rn but if I can think of any more that are hidden somewhere in my brain I'll let you know if you still need them. Hope this helps :D

Ok thanks for sending these in! I couldn't really include most of these for Time but,,, the harp thing stuck out and gave me an excuse to draw butchered by headcannons Time again,,, just,,, what if he had the finger wraps Sheik has n the harp n

Thank you for indirectly planting this in my head

Also, these are great headcannons <3 I do wanna try doodle Time asleep in the stables now

I don't know much about the forest temple but it would make sense if he was jumpy though

#fanart #sketch #linked universe #linked universe fanart #lu time #time linked universe #linked universe time #link butchers characters with headcannons

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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as ur irl bestie i am cashing in my favor and am asking- no begging for a dilf damon fic pls <3

😑fine fineee I guess I can take a quick break from writing BNHA stuff for you🙄

CW: NSFW, Damon Albarn being an a-hole, manipulation, gaslighting, language minor stuff like that

The studio itself was pretty spacious, you couldn't lie. As much as you loathed to give this cursed group any more credit, you were hard-pressed to remember the last time you´d been called into such a professional recording booth. You were used to dingy atmospheres, crumbling walls, stained carpet, and even cramped garages at times. It felt like your years of meticulously swaying your hand back and forth on the rosin and tuning your strings until they damn near popped were slowly going down the drain, lost in spaces of screaming adolescent boys and shady market agents. The streets of London were unforgiving for a young musician like you, no room to turn to since others were exactly in the same position as you.

It was by pure coincidence that the day you had played for a local cafe for a small commission, Graham fucking Coxon was sitting in the back of the run-down joint, sipping a murky glass of Bourbon.

You didn't notice him at first, of course. You had simply let the music in your mind travel from your head down to your arms, and allowed it to move through your fingertips to your bow. The serene melody that sang through the air had turned his head to face you, the shitty drink in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

Your solo was only a couple of minutes, but the second you were done and packing your bags to head out, the brunette made a beeline for you, blocking your exit.

¨Uh, can I help you?¨ You cock your head and shift your violin case.

¨Yes, you can actually. Listen, I know this is gonna sound a bit straightforward, but I really liked your piece. Did you compose it yourself?¨ He sounds quiet and sounds nervous, with him barely looking you in the eyes.

¨Yeah, I did!¨ You can´t help but beam-it took you several days just to perfect a few meager lines, but in the end you were content with the piece.

¨Wow...that's serious talent right there,¨ He opens the door for you, and you nod before you head out, him trailing behind you as he leaves with you.

¨You make a good amount of money doing small jobs like this?¨ His voice is nasally and low, but with a slightly higher pitch than your typical London accent.

At this, you squint your eyes a bit and turn your head at him. It was nice of him to be interested in your work, but for someone you don't personally know, the idea of talking about your small gigs that merited little to no money was not something you were fond of.

He senses your hesitancy and immediately withdraws. ¨I´m sorry, that was probably rude of me to be so blunt about it. Actually, I don´t think I´ve properly introduced myself.¨ He stops to face you, and you do the same.

¨I´m Graham Coxon. You may or may not have heard of me, but I can assure you that I too enjoy music, as an understatement.¨ He extends a calloused hand and smiles a little bit, adjusting the blocky glasses on his face.

Graham...Coxon? Graham as in....oh, holy shit.

¨No way.¨

¨Er...unfortunately, yes way.¨ His soft voice lilts as he holds back a laugh, and you gape at him.

¨Oh my god!¨ You drop your violin case in the excitement of eagerly returning his handshake. ¨You-you're from Blur! I know you!¨

¨Was from Blur, and ´careful now, don´t wanna ruin your instrument. But listen, I´m kind of in a bind here so I´ll get to the chase. We´re working on a few chords here and there back at the studio, and I´ve been on the lookout for a while for someone who fits our tune. ´Thing is, the deadline for submitting our song is comin´ up fast, so we only have a couple weeks left.¨

You raise your eyebrows, heart pounding in your chest as you listen to his proposition.

¨So I´m thinking, you sound pretty good, it's exactly what we need to fill in our bridge. I´d love it if you came in and played a tune for us. If we like you and you´re cool with it, you could feature on our song.¨

It feels surreal. Were you hearing right? Graham Coxon from Blur asking you to play on his song? This had to be a prank.

¨Ẅait, but you've only heard me once, what if my sound doesn't match what you're actually looking for?¨ You stammer, palms clammy as you wipe them off on your trousers.

¨Well, that's what a rehearsal session is for, lovely,¨ He chuckles nervously and slides his slightly foggy glasses up his nose. ¨So, you wanna give it a go?¨

You think for a moment, biting your lower lip. There wasn't exactly anything stopping you now, was there? I mean, sure, the prospect of playing in front of one of UK's most famous bands was daunting, but this was your chance to finally be recognized!

Taking a deep breath, you pick up your fallen case and nod. ¨Alright, I´m in. When you do wanna meet up?¨

Graham visibility deflates in relief, letting out a shaky exhale. ¨Great. I'll text you the time and place, yeah? The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up, so we´ll be in contact soon.¨

You both exchange numbers, your phone tingling in your hand long after you bid farewell and drive home in a buzz.

When you finally get home to your apartment, you throw your keys onto the counter and flop down onto the mattress. What a fucking day.

So many thoughts bounce around in your addled head. You want to do well, but obviously you don't have their kind of experience in the industry. Should you play more in tune with their song, or continue with your own sound? An idea pops into your head amidst your lunch, a few hours later. Why not just do some more research on the band themselves? Then you'd know exactly what kind of music they're looking for.

The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up.

Oh yeah, who else was in the band? It's not like you didn't know who Blur was at their peak, but you paid more attention to their music rather than their faces. Truthfully, you never really basked in tabloids and newspapers purring about the next big scandal, or the top dogs of Britain´s industry when that stuff was relevant.

You abandon your pathetic sandwich and make your way to your laptop, sliding into a chair and getting down to business. After a few quick searches, you pull up a couple tabs around the name Blur.

Graham Coxon- Recovering alcoholic. Big fight with Damon Albarn.

Alex James- Cute boy turned conservative. Classic case.

Dave Rowntree- Mainly untouched. Became a successful lawyer. Good for him.

Damon Albarn- A fucking mess.

Puffing up your cheeks and putting your hands behind your head, you lean back in your chair. Good god, this man is a wreck. Headlines from decades ago swim in and out of your eyes, loud, obnoxious neon prints of Justine and Damon broken up again? Suede claps back!, or Will the Blur Brothers ever come back to each other? Find out first-hand from Coxon himself!, and worst of all, Albarn relapses again, Damon Albarn from Blur goes head-to-head with Liam and Noel-news flash, the brothers win!

You think you see something about him and a potential wife and child, and that's when you decide it's time to sleep.

After all, there's no point in getting caught up in any of their backstories.You were just there to play a solo and get out. Nosing around in their lives was more trouble than what it was worth, anyways.

Which is exactly what you kept trying to tell yourself as you walked into the modern studio two weeks later, its grey soundproof walls and white floor screaming fancy and rich to you. And fancy and rich didn't come without grit and experience, which you had none of. As if to emphasize your inexperience, you went into the wrong halls twice before you exasperatedly checked your messages with Graham and saw that no, it wasn´t room 311, it was room 113.

Finally, finally, you came across your designated room. The mahogany door was closed, and you placed a hand on the silver knob. You could faintly hear the sounds of a guitar being played from the inside, and it was curiosity above everything else that compelled you to push it open.

From behind the clear window that separated the booth from the recording area, you see them. Graham, Damon, and other men you don't recognize are all in the midst of the song, the same song Graham had texted you the PDF of for the violin notes. You sheepishly take a few steps forward and clear your throat to catch the attention of a bald man leaning back against his chair right in front of the glass. He turns around and you give a weak little wave, clutching your case in the other hand.

¨Hey, I´m here for-¨

¨-Yeah, yeah, Graham told me all about you. Go on ahead and join in, they just started.¨ He pulls a toothpick out from between his lips and gestures to the door of the divider.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way through the second door, and the second you step inside meekly, Damon and Graham´s eyes are on you.

Graham continues to play the guitar, only lighting up his eyes and giving you an encouraging nod when you step in, and the other two men on bass and saxophone also give a quick smile in greeting. And Damon…well.

Damon barely acknowledges you.

He continues to sing and stare straight ahead at the wall in front of him as if there's an interesting scene being played out on the grey paint.

You´re unsure of whether to catch his attention and give a proper greeting, but you decide not to as it would interfere with the song. So instead, you quickly grab a nearby chair and stand and set up your rosin and papers.

Your timing is perfect; the bridge is about to come up. Just to be certain, you look up from your poised position and catch the eyes of most everyone except for Damon´s. They all give you a quick thumbs up or an expectant look for your confirmation of playing.

And then, it comes. Damon stops singing, and your cue to sweep your bow across the horse hairs of your strings comes.

Melodious, whole, fulfilling, it was. Graham´s guitar chords harmonized with the tones of your violin, and music that you´ve never dreamed of creating was made by your hands exceptionally.

Everyone was in awe of your raw talent, from the way their gazes were rapt onto your bow, moving back and forth,staying still in some highs and whittling away at the lows. You even thought you saw the producer from inside the booth turn his head towards you from the corner of your eye, but you couldn´ be sure.

Everyone except Damon Albarn.

The song ended a minute later with the signal of a fading out bass, and then there was silence.

¨Right on with that tune.. ´Thought we'd be fucked ova´ if we didn't find someone to take that melody.¨ The bassist with long shaggy hair grinned and you returned one back.

¨Yeah, I was kind of hesitant when Graham ´ere told us he found one to take this position on, but I'm pleased.¨ The saxophone player scratched his chin and hummed his agreement. You felt relief.

Until he spoke.

¨Is this your first time playing?¨

You look incredulously over at him, looking straight on at his face. Sandy hair, lines on his cheeks, slight scruff around his chin, he looked older than his online pictures.

¨Uhh, no?¨ You laugh a little, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. ¨If I was, I doubt Graham would think I´m good enough to play with you guys.¨

¨I don't think Graham is the only one who needs to think that.¨ Everyone shifts uncomfortably, looking nervously from Damon to you, and Graham tugs his collar as if the temperature had gone up.

But nonetheless, you don't back down.

¨Oh yeah? How so?¨

¨You played the G-string too high,¨ He deadpans, looking utterly bored amidst oceanic hues.

¨What?¨ You flip your music pages a couple of times until you find the page where you played that part. ¨No I didn´t, I was right on tune-do you even know how to play the violin?¨

¨No,¨ he smirks, and with your blood boiling steadily you open your mouth to argue, but thankfully Graham butts in.

¨Damon, don´t be a prick, she played fine. Unlike you, who fucked up on the 5th verse.¨

The man in question lazily stretches his arms above his head, causing his white tee to rise a few inches over his belly button. You can´t help but glance at the skin-it's smooth, cleanly chiseled with part of his v-line showing, a happy trail rising from the juncture.

¨Oi, sweetheart, eyes up here.¨

You snap your gaze back to his smug face, cheeks burning.

¨I didn´t-¨

¨Sure you didn´t. Just like how I didn't mess up on the 5th verse, and how you didn't ruin the song with your shitty violin, yeah?¨ He simpers, and you almost rise out of your seat to snarl at him before Graham jumps in between you two, scolding a very inappropriately-grinning Damon.

You get up out of your chair and huff, shoving your belongings back into your bag as everyone else packs up, the men bickering and playfully throwing shit at each other.

The producer even congratulates you on your successful first day, and everyone cheers and pounds you on your back, your hair falling in your face and gracefully hiding your 120k watt smile.

Damon shoulders right past you, knocking your case right out of your hands. You grapple with it for a second before it hits the ground, and when it does you whip around and shoot him an icy glare.

He's not even looking at you, he's already out the door.

It's quiet for a moment.

¨Well, there he goes again being a dickhead. Classic Damon, you got.¨ The saxophone player points to the leaving blond and grins sheepishly at you.

¨What's his problem?¨ You ask in disgust, shaking your head as you join the rest of the boys leaving.

¨Uh, well...¨ Graham scratches the back of his head and avoids looking at you. ¨He's always been kind of like that, y´know, so don't take it too personally, but between just us four, his wife´s been on his arse for a bit about um...some...domestic affairs.¨ He finishes lamely, and the other two men guffaw at your raised eyebrow.

You don't have a chance to press further as to ask what domestic affairs, exactly because a loud clap of thunder shakes you all to your cores as you step outside.

¨Aw, come on!¨ You stamp your foot and hold out your hand for confirmation of the raindrops about to drop on you all. ¨I didn't know it was gonna rain today,¨ you grumble.

Graham squints up at the sky and wipes some droplets off his blurred glasses, covering his head with his jacket hood as he begins walking to the parking garage. ¨I´ll see you lot in about a week, yeah? Just keep practicing, good rehearsal we had today!¨ He waves his hand and dashes off.

¨Good job on your first day, Y/N. Fancy the weather on your walk back for us!¨ The sax and bass player bid farewell and also do a sprint to their respective cars, splashing through the puddles and sending muddy water on your pants.

¨Urgh!¨ You raise your hands to try and protect your bottoms but to no avail- London's sewage strikes again.

Sighing in defeat, you walk through the rain towards your car, succumbing to the grimy walk. Unfortunately you didn't think to use the parking garage due to high nerves when you first came in.

You walk for about 5 minutes, the rain drenching your hair and clothes and chilling you to your bones.

Could this day get any more annoying?

Oh, but you should´ve known that it could.

Because right at that moment, a black limo swerves right next to you on the sidewalk, sending a massive wave of gutter water right your way.

You swear loudly and jump back, barely managing to avoid the remnants of the sewage tsunami crossing your feet.

Looking up wildly at the offensive vehicle, you make a fist and flip the window off, your lip curled up into a snarl.

The obsidian glass rolls down.

¨Well that's not very nice, is it? Nasty weather we got going on right now, careful it doesn't get on your clothes.¨

Oh.

¨It's you,¨ you monotone, less than pleased to see his salacious grin at your predicament-which was being soaked to your undergarments in brown muddy water, your hair clinging to your face and your violin case lugging down towards the ground, its weight proving mutiny against you today of all days.

¨In the flesh,¨ Damon beams, and you scowl at his cheery attitude.

¨You almost drowned me, asshole,¨ You turn your nose up in scorn, and he chuckles in his baritone voice.

¨Nah, cant´ve love, I can't drive,¨ he clicks his tongue and jerks his thumb to the seat in front of him, where you assume his chauffeur is.

¨Oh, so it was under your orders that your poor driver practically waterboarded me?¨ ¨Well, yeah, I mean what else do you expect me to do when I see a pretty lady walking so harmlessly in the rain?¨ Your voice catches in your throat for a second from his words and the way his glacial eyes twinkle for a moment, but then he erupts in dry chuckles at your demeanor and you throttle your hesitancy at speaking.

¨Shut up, you're absolutely vile, y´know that?¨ ¨So I´ve been told, but to be honest sweetheart, I´d rather hear that in bed, where I´m used to hearing it. Now are you going to get in or shall I talk about my sexual prowess with you the rest of the afternoon?¨ He opens his door from the inside and mockingly winks at you.

You feign a gag, but still decide to jump in the spacious limo when a flash of lightning lights up the sky.

He scoots back to give you space to sit and adjust your violin case on the seats in front of you, but just as you´re about to close the door, he leans in right next to you and reaches behind you to pull it shut himself.

You´re caught still as he draws close, you´re extended hand frozen in midair as his arm against your back flexes and stiffens with it pulling the door. You can feel his breath against your neck as he exhales, can feel some of his hair tickling against your ear and cheek. You hold your breath, not daring to move lest you accidentally brush up against his proximity.

The loud slam of the door causes you to jump, and he laughs a little at that, signaling his driver to go.

You don't quite face him, your gaze down in your lap as his entire body is facing you, still stuck in its position when he was closing the car door.

¨Not nervous, are you?¨ He murmurs in your ear, and you can´t help it when your whole body shivers at feeling the rumble in his gravelly voice.

¨N-no, I´m not. Do you have to be so close?¨ You stammer, barely giving him a sideways glance which eggs him on, much to your displeasure.

¨Not really. But if you´re not nervous, then it shouldn't be a problem, right?¨ He says quietly and leans around to catch your eye.

Before you can lose your nerve and jump out of the car, you snap at him. ¨You just don´t quit, do you?¨

He finally relents and the side of his pink lips lift lazily as he stretches his knees out and practically manspreads across the expanse of three seats. ¨Nope. Not that you really were against it though, ´could feel your heart pounding a mile a minute sweetheart. Trust me, I´m used to making girls nervous, I would know.¨

You sneer at him. ¨Don´t call me sweetheart, and yeah, I was nervous about getting some disease-ridden prick like you getting close to me. God knows how many STD´s you've contracted from bedding some poor groupies.¨

¨Only one way to find out, right love?¨ He leans his head up to the car ceiling and lets his tousled golden hair flop back, his jawline accentuated by the cream-colored seats contrasting with his tan skin.

You catch yourself staring, and shake your head quickly.

¨You must´ve been more hopped up on heroine than I thought if you think I´d ever fuck a self-absorbed, narcissitic bastard like you.¨

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but once they do your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth in horror.

Damon lifts his head and slowly turns to face you, his mouth set in a thin line.

¨A self-absorbed, narcissistic bastard whose limo you're riding in, need I remind you, so I can´t be all that bad. ´Can't say I haven't heard any of that before love, but most girls who say that end up in my bed anyways.¨

You open your mouth to argue but he cuts you off.

¨Although, ´hopped up on heroin´ is a new one. Just exactly how much research have you done about me so far?¨

Your rebuttal dies in your throat. You were caught.

Your ears burn and your face flushes as you bite your lip in embarrassment. Maybe you went too far, and on top of that you let it slip that you knew about him beforehand.

But you refuse to kowtow in humiliation to this idiot, so you think quickly.

¨I doubt you´ve got your head that far up your ass to disregard how half the world was tuning into your personal life when Blur was big, Damon.¨

He looks unimpressed with your excuse, but before he can open his mouth to question you further, you hurry up with another save.

¨Also, where are we going? You never asked me where my car was.¨

Bingo His eyes brighten and he shouts at the driver, harping on about him being a brain-dead idiot for driving in circles the past 10 minutes.

What a save.

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The moment you step into the booth next week, a drumstick is lobbed at you from seemingly nowhere. You yelp and hold your case up, blocking the weapon as it bounces off your makeshift shield. You bring the case down and shoot a glare towards the only man you know capable of acting so childishly at his grown age.

But he´s already scrolling through his phone, looking for a measure to start from.

¨You´re late.¨

¨Hardly,¨ you mutter, glancing at the clock on the wall. Two minutes past shouldn´t be an excuse for having a drumstick pick out your eye.

¨Good to see you again, Y/N,¨ Graham pipes up softly, sending you an apologetic glance from Damon to you and you stick out your tongue in faux annoyance.

The other two members of your group greet you as well, and you all begin practice. Notes begin harmonizing together, voice and sound coinciding to make music you´ve swayed your hips and nodded your head to on blue nights.

It´s a hot day, humidity clinging to your skin akin to the perspiration hanging off your forehead, and halfway through the song you decide to take off your sweater. You´re wearing a white tank top underneath, nothing too revealing save for the slight dip in the V-neck, but you couldn't care less about modesty at the moment when your fingers were literally slipping in their grasp on your sweat-slicked bow.

During a quick break in your part of the song, you slip off your sweater and fan yourself out. It feels good, but you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. Following the laser gaze, you turn your head to face Damon, but he´s nose-deep in the lyrics sheet, warbling about a broken love or friendship.

Huh, must´ve been imagining it.

Your solo comes up, and you prepare yourself for tackling the notes to your best ability, keeping up with Graham´s rapid guitar pace. Sweat continues to build on everyone´s vicinity when the rapid movement of arms waving around their own instrument causes more body heat to suffocate you all.

Miraculously, the song finishes, and you collapse in your seat like the rest of the men, panting and wiping slick off your foreheads. You reach for a bottle of water on the floor and unscrew the lid, grimacing at its lukewarm temperature but drinking it nonetheless.

For the second time, you have an unnerving feeling of being watched. This time, you whip your head to the side and catch him staring straight at you.

Damon´s face is flushed, his hair tousled, his rose colored glasses steamed up from the muggy aura in the room. His denim jacket is hanging off one shoulder, the rest of his torso covered with a sheer wife beater that accentuates his chiseled dad-body.

But he just stares you down, saying nothing. You frown at him a little bit and shift your body away from him, feeling vulnerable to his laser-gaze. His eyes darken, but Graham speaks, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say.

¨That was pretty good, you lot. Greg, Taz, hold off on the third beat of the fourth measure. We´ve gotta crescendo slightly-¨

¨Y/N, do you have a job?¨

Damon's voice cuts off Graham, and everyone falters as they look at him and then you in surprise.

¨I don´t know what you mean,¨ you respond coolly, knowing that whatever he was about to say wasn't good.

¨I mean, do you have a job? Because as far as I know, most people who work don't dress like whores at their job.¨

His eyes travel from your face down to your slight cleavage, and you sputter in rage as the rest of the boys shift uncomfortably.

¨Damon, for god's sake what´re you on about?¨ Graham asks wearily, taking his glasses off and rubbing his shiny neck.

¨I could ask you the same thing, actually. Because as far as I know, you've fucked enough women in your lifetime that one would think you could keep it in your pants for five minutes without acting like a twelve-year-old. Oh, but unless that´s too professional for you? I guess you´re not as serious about your work environment as you claim.¨ you laugh, and the sax player, Greg, snorts into his water bottle.

Damon sneers, ¨How could I forget, you actually have done your research about my life and sexual endeavors, what a cute little fangirl you are. If you wanted an autograph, you could've just asked, sweetheart.¨

¨Go fuck yourself,¨ you snap. ¨You´re all wearing wife-beaters anyways, what's the difference?¨

Damon starts again but Graham claps his hands loudly, startling you all.

¨Enough, both of you! What's gotten into you? Need I remind you that our song is due in less than two weeks? We need to finish this shit and get on with it. Stop acting like children.¨

You mumble under your breath and Damon shoots a dark look to his childhood friend, but the brunette doesn't back down, and continues to give advice on how to improve their song. You don´t look at Damon the rest of the session out of pure spite, but that doesn't stop him from shamelessly staring straight at you, right until it's time to leave.

The second Graham checks his watch and exclaims that it's a quarter past twelve already, you´re already bolting out of your seat and shoving your violin in its case, eager to get out of the disgustingly hot room.

Fortunately, this time you had the right idea to park in the garage like everyone else to avoid any other unwanted encounters, but unfortunately while it was nice to not be waterboarded on your walk, it wasn´t enough to stop said unwanted encounters from occurring.

Take right now, for instance.

As you stumble to your car in the blistering weather, your energy depletes faster and faster, causing you to be light headed. Practice was already tough enough in the sweltering heat, but after Damon's little scene you don't have any energy to even walk.

You crash blindly into your car, the metal of the doors burning your skin as you make contact with the handle. You hiss and jerk back, swaying slightly as your head fogs up. You can barely see, you feel like your clothes weigh a ton on you, so you slide down the vehicle and sit up against the tires, throwing your head back against the car and groaning. The idea of unlocking your doors and sitting in the seat where no doubt several temperatures higher will be settling on the dashboard and in the front row is nauseating.

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You don't know the building well enough to know where a vending machine is, and even if you shot Graham a text, you don't have enough energy to wander around and scout for it.

And lo and behold, from a distance, a figure approaches. You squint as it draws nearer, and let out a laugh as the features come into familiarity.

The heat must be getting to you worse than you thought, because you´re certain you´re hallucinating Damon Albarn of all fucking people swaggering towards you, one hand holding his denim jacket over his shoulder, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he comes to stand in front of you.

All you can do is pant like a dog, looking up at him with unimpressed eyes.

¨Oi, G-String. ´Brought you some water.¨ he holds out a hand, and you choose to ignore the offensive nickname, insead noticing the large bottle in it, cold condensation covering its expanse.

Your eyes widen and you lick your lips unconsciously, holding your hands out for it.

Damon watches your tongue poke out and loses focus before snapping back to reality and moving his arm above your head. You pout and try to reach for it again, but he laughs and holds it even higher.

You glare and turn your head away from him, suddenly remembering how he embarrassed you earlier.

¨Go away. I don't want it anymore. You´re an asshole.¨ you mumble, perspiration hanging off your lip as you lick the salty beads away once again.

Damon´s eyes never leave your mouth as he listens to you and watches the pink appendage make its appearance again, and his mouth hangs open slightly unbeknownst to you for a second. You cross your arms and glare at the empty parking lot, silently willing him to go away.

He snaps back into focus yet again and shakes his head at you. ¨Oh come on love, I´m just teasing. You look like you´re about to die anyways, might as well make this your last meal-er, drink I mean.¨

¨I´m not taking anything from a complete dickhead who enjoys harassing women about their clothes. You know, for such a womanizer, you act pretty clueless about how comments like that would make a girl feel. No one else but you had an issue with it, or rather, had the audacity to point it out.¨ You cough at the last word, your dry throat and heavy head making it harder to talk.

He sighs and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet. He pops open the cap and gently turns your chin towards his face, much to your surprise. You´re genuinely too weak to protest, but when you look at his concerned face, eyebrows scrunched up and accentuating the lines on his forehead, you don't think you'd want to turn away even if you could.

He coaxes your agap mouth even more open by dragging a rough thumb down over your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, mesmerized by his eyes. His movements are soft and slow, as if you were a fidgety rabbit about to run off at the slightest touch. He scoots closer, right over in front of you as you simply gaze up at him, allowing him to pour cool water down your throat, quenching your bone-dry palate.

For a couple of seconds, water floods your mouth but all you can do is stare up at him. The light rays are reflecting off his back, casting a yellow glow around his silhouette and he almost looks like an angel. His hair is mussed as if he'd spent the day running his hands through the golden locks, and the scruff on his face peeks through soft-looking skin.

¨Swallow, or I'll really waterboard you this time,¨ he says lowly, chuckling a bit as he catches you staring so adamantly right in his face. You jerk back to consciousness and swallow hastily, accidentally choking on the gulp in your rush.

He laughs even more and lets go of your chin much to your disappointment as he adjusts himself to sit next to you, not seeming to mind the scorching car metal. The absence of his hand on your face leaves a cold, empty feeling in your heart despite the heated blush on your cheeks

¨You´ll burn yourself,¨ you mumble, lolling your head over to look at him.

But he looks straight ahead and shrugs casually. ¨Not any more than you.¨ You both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sipping from the bottle he passes towards you and watching cars go by.

¨You didn't answer my question. Why do you harp on me in the studio? You act like a normal human being here.¨

Damon looks thoughtfully at a white sedan passing by, then speaks.

¨As I´m sure Graham has blabbed to you already, I´ve been having some...trouble with the missus, let's say.¨

You say nothing and raise a questioning eyebrow.

¨For the shitty attitude,¨ he mutters and swipes the bottle from your hand, taking a large swig himself.

¨And, like you said earlier, I am an asshole. Of course I´ll enjoy harassing pretty women over their revealing clothes,¨ he smirks and gives you a once over.

There it was again, pretty woman.

You scowl and get up to leave, but what he says stops you in your tracks.

¨Taz was lookin´ at you,¨ he says quietly, suddenly very interested in the now-empty bottle. ¨´Didn't like it, but I couldn't say anything to him. Graham likes him too much.¨

Huh. Maybe the pair of eyes you felt back in the room didn't only belong to Damon.

He cracks a small smile and looks up at you, his face adorably innocent and wide as he sheepishly admits, ¨I´m used to butting heads with blokes like him for women.¨

You jerk back up to your feet, brushing off any insinuation he was giving and pat his knee awkwardly, ignoring the fire now igniting once again in your chest.

¨Thanks for the water, I needed it. You might wanna move if you don't want to get run over by my car.¨ You reach down and pick up your case as Damon clambers to his feet.

He looks amused as you fumble for your keys, nervously turning the lock and sitting in the hot car, obviously eager to get away from his intimidating gaze.

¨I´ll see you next week, yeah?¨ You laugh breathlessly and roll your window down to call out to him.

He says nothing, but merely cocks his head at you, his eyes now obscured by the rose-colored glasses he puts over his eyes. He waves a little and watches as you drive away a little too fast.

But as it turns out, you don't see him next week.

******

It was just your luck that one of the cutest guys from your work asked you out on the very same week you had practice with the boys. You contemplated moving the date to another time, but...you deserved to have some fun time off too, right? It's not like it would make too much of a difference in your skill, anyways, you´ve gotten all the strings down and such.

So, you decide to go on this date. It goes well, the dude was cute, dorky, lacked a little pizzazz but nothing a bottle of fancy red wine and a night of movies couldn´t coax out of him. It honestly wasn't anything too big, you exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up again soon. After parting ways, you threw yourself back into the regular regime of practicing your violin and meticulously listening to the booth recording every night, just so you could perfect your part to a T.

The day came where you had to go back to practice, and you were ready, veins pumping with determination to make these last few sessions the best you´ve played yet. You texted Graham that you´d be there soon, and he gave you a thumbs up in return. When you finally arrived in front of the room, you were 10 minutes late. The boys were already playing, by the sound of the percussion booming outside the door. You grimace and take a deep breath, turning the handle in and hurrying inside the booth.

No one really spared a glance at you, so you assumed you were okay in terms of punctuality. You opened your case and started strumming your strings, counting the measures and beats until it was your turn. Damon´s voice rang out, melodious and airy as ever, dropping octaves and floating on soprano tones. Your bow moved across his words, accenting his tones and adding emphasis to his sorrowful song. And then, after a couple of minutes, it was done.

¨Alright you lot, pretty good for today. ´Specially you, Y/N, you caught up pretty quick, I expected you to slack behind but I'm actually impressed.¨ Graham flashed you a nervous grin and you beamed back at him in return.

¨Yeah, speaking of, why were you gone last week? I expected someone who makes below the poverty line would actually want to work for their money,¨ Damon chuckles a little meanly.

You feel your smile drop a smidge.

¨Well actually Damon, not that it's any of your business, but I went on a date.¨ You smirk at him, enjoying the way his mouth opens slightly and moves silently.

But he regroups quickly and glares at you. ¨None of my business? The deadline is only a few days away, and you´re whoring yourself out and going on dates? I guess you´re not as professional as Graham thought.¨

Everyone shifts uncomfortably, and blood rushes to your face, anger clouding your mind. Why was he being like this? He was fine the last time you saw him, you actually thought maybe he was going to change the way he addressed you.

Graham speaks up. ¨Damon. You´re overreacting man, I gave her the okay, and she played fine today. No harm done, seriously, there's no need for that kind of language towards her.¨

¨Actually, there absolutely is a need. If I knew you were going to invite a prostitute as our sub-in then I would´ve never agreed to have her here. Didn´t know you were so low on money Y/N, I would´ve spared you a couple pounds.¨ He sneers.

¨Damon!¨

You laugh bitterly and rise to your feet. ¨Oh that's rich, coming from the man who fucked half the continent just because he couldn't get over one girl. No wonder every real woman in your life including your wife wants to leave, nothing is ever good enough for you. Except heroin maybe.¨

The words leave your mouth before you can take them back, and there's a pin drop silence as if a bomb had been dropped. In a way, it kind of did.

Damo glares at you. Everyone is holding your breath, including you.

¨Get out.¨

¨Hey,-¨ Taz tries to gently interject but Damon throws the mic at him.

¨I said get the fuck out. You´re not practicing with us anymore, you can pack your shit and leave.¨

Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you choke out a small ¨Fine.¨

You hear Graham berating him behind you as you fly through the door, telling him that they need you, it's too late to change people, but the words jumble in your ears as the door slams shut. You don't hear what Damon says, if he even says anything, and you aren't interested in his comebacks right now.

It's only when you leave the car, tears streaming down your face in rage and embarrassment that you groan to yourself, your hands reaching an empty seat with one foot out the door-

You forgot your violin case.

************

It's nighttime.

The crickets chirp as you creep silently through the parking garage, the soft thud of your shoes echoing a lot louder than you wanted in the empty lot. The studio itself wasn't closed, but you were sure Damon must have informed the manager there not to let an ex-musician like you back in there.

Wearing a black hoodie and black pants was a smart move- you blended in with the shadows well. The doors weren't locked, and you hiss out a small ¨yesss¨ as you slip inside the mostly dark building. Needless to say, you were proud of yourself for navigating through the windings pitch-black hallways to your old booth.

Testing the handle lightly, you sigh out in relief when that too gives way. Unfortunately though, the second the door shuts behind you, you immediately stumble forward and fall.

The room is dark, darker than the other hallways so you can barely see your hands. The only source of light you´re granted is the dim red bulb on top of the booth door. And speaking of, that's exactly where you need to go...which proves to be harder when you keep bumping into random shit and cursing when you feel potential bruises forming on your shins.

Miraculously you stagger through the next door towards where you last sat, and blindly feel around the floor and chairs for your violin case. You feel nothing there, but panic starts settling in your heart when you can't find it.

¨Looking for something?¨

You scream and lurch backwards, knocking your head into some kind of stand. Groaning, you rub your head and hold a hand on your racing heart as you squint into the dim red room, placing the voice to the person.

¨D-Damon?¨

¨In the flesh sweetheart. ´Knew you'd come back for this, s´just my luck I came back to get it tonight so I could give it to you personally in case you wanted to be stubborn. But this is even better than I could´ve hoped.¨

You make out his silhouette in the obsidian abyss in front of you. He's sitting with knees spread on a chair, a few feet in front of you as he leans his head back on the wall. Your precious violin case is being held hostage in his arms, and it's the absolute love you have for the brittle instrument that propels you to your feet and moves you to get the hell out instead of interrogating him.

¨What, so you were just here the whole time listening to me falling around like an idiot?” You laugh incredulously, and you see the area of his shoulders move up and down.

¨Was pretty funny to watch, honestly. You sound cute when you curse.¨ He stands up to his fullest height now, the red light bouncing off his back, giving him a sort of demonic halo.

You knew it was actually time to leave when you felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach rise up again.

¨Right, well, I´ll be on my way then. Good luck with your song and whatever, I´ll just take the case...¨ You trail off as your extended hand is left in midair, no violin case reaching it.

He cocks his head at you. ¨Why are you in such a rush to leave?¨

You can´t help the scoff that escapes you.

¨Are you serious? You were such an absolute dickhead to me this afternoon, you said all sorts of horrible things to me, and you even fired me for Christ's sake! I want nothing to do with you, so could you please give me my case back so I can go?¨

He's silent for a moment before answering. ¨Are you done yet?¨

It isn´t just the light that's making you see red now.

¨Fuck you, honestly.¨ You whirl around and stomp towards where you guess the door is, ignoring the clatter behind you and bingo you locate the handle, but as soon as you turn it-

A hand reaches from behind you and pulls the ajar door shut.

¨Don´t go. I´m sorry.¨

You´re absolutely still as you feel him towering over you, his arm dangerously close to your midriff as his hand remains on the knob.

His voice is low, and you can feel him breathe against your neck, mere inches away. You can´t help the involuntary shiver that passes through you, and he feels it too, inhaling deeply when he gets close to your ear.

¨You smell so good.¨

¨Leave me alone, Damon,¨ you whisper, your voice catching in your throat from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions passing through you.

He breaths in and slowly lets his hand rest on your side.

¨I can't do that. You know why. You have to have known by now.¨

You tremble in his touch, yet allow his hands to wander down to your hip, the other coming around in a sort of hug to pull you closer to him.

¨We can´t.¨

¨Sure we can.¨

You can feel his erection bumping against your ass.

¨You´re not worth this.¨

¨I´ll make myself worth it.¨

And as soon as he latches onto the back of your neck, you´re like putty in his hands, a moaning mess as he sucks galaxy-colored hickies on your skin. You can feel yourself grow wetter as he shoves his hands up your shirt and teasingly pulls down the bridge of your bra, letting the weight of your tits fill up his hands appreciatively. He starts rolling your hardened buds in between his skilled calloused fingers, and you whine and throw your head back when you feel him rut against your ass, panting raggedly in your ear.

You rub your thighs together, desperate for some form of friction as he squeezes your tits, and then letting one hand ghost across the expanse of your stomach, down to brush against the rim of your panties. Damon chuckles meanly in your ear when you buck against the stilled hand over your mound.

¨You want this?¨ He lightly nips your ear. He smells like old spice and sandalwood.

You nod desperately, frustrated with him not giving you his thick fingers already.

But it's not enough for him. ¨No no, pretty girl, use your words now. I´ve barely touched you yet and you´re already moaning like a wanton little slut for me? And here I was thinking you weren't that easy.¨

You stop jerking your hips and blood rushes to your face at his insulting words. You try to move out of his grip, huffing and regretting the whole thing but he outright laughs now and spins you around, tugging you forward until your chest is slotted against his. You pout at him and look away, but he's quick to grasp your chin and pull you in for a rough yet sensual kiss.

Pushing you backwards against the wall, he deepens the lip-lock, tracing his tongue over your lips, nipping at the soft flesh and darkening his eyes when you whimper and look up at him.

He knows what he´s fucking doing when he again drops his hand under your pants and over your panties, his other palm wound up firmly through your hair. He pulls your head back and lets you breathe for a second from his kiss of death before he speaks again.

¨I didn't hear an answer, slut. Do you want this?¨ He leans forward until his nose brushes against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste your saccharine flesh.

You tremble against his firm body when he pushes his pelvis against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an easy slut putting up a facade for him, but when his clothes erection grinds up against your pussy you can't care less.

¨Y-yes, yes, ´want you, please,¨ you pant, frantically gripping the back of his cropped hair as his head descends to mark your neck again.

¨What a good girl,¨ he whispers, finally allowing his digits to oh-so-slowly trace over your mound, pressing down harder when you jerk against him. He finds your wet clit and flicks it a few times, snickering when you gasp and moan. Your body writhes in place but he holds you literally between a rock-or, wall- and a hard place, preventing you from scampering off.

He drums his fingers against your folds, paying no attention to the way you grip his head tighter against you, silently begging him to go further.

But he relents eventually and retires from just pushing and prodding your folds, allowing his slicked fingers to slowly dive into your drooling hole. You whimper and bite back a string of curses when you feel him fill you completely, scraping against your walls for that one special spot.

His mouth moves off your neck and he rises to face you, a stupid smug grin on his wet lips, his eyelids lowered and trained on you. You flush at his lustful expression and gently push his head away, not wanting to accept his victory yet.

¨My fingers are literally fucking you right now, and you still won´t let me look at you? What, too embarrassed you couldn't continue being a stone-cold bitch for long?¨

You open your mouth to snap back but right at that moment he curls his fingers and grazes your G-spot, simultaneously grounding his wet palm against your clit.

With a loud gasp and the sluttiest moan you´ve ever made, you cum hard, your mouth open in a silent scream and your tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat as you do so. You fall forward against him.

You don't even need to look up to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

¨What was that sweetheart? Sorry, ´couldn't hear you over those slutty moans. I think even the pornstars I´ve been with would give you a standing ovation if they heard what you just sounded like.¨

Your words are slurred as you curse nonsense at him, yet you´re still gripping his forearms to keep a hold on yourself. Your ears are ringing and you see spots as you come down from your climax, and surprisingly enough, Damon holds you close and doesn't let you slip down to the ground as you expected to when your knees start to give out.

Instead, he lifts you up quite easily and carries you over to a table in the corner of the room. You don´t know how he even navigates his way through the dimly lit room, but you suppose after almost half a lifetime in studios he knows his way around.

You offer no resistance as he sets you down gently and begins to lift your shirt off of your body. You manage to lift your arms weakly up in the air for easier access to stripping, but when he starts to kneel down to take your pants off you stop his hands at your knees and look at him with scrunched eyebrows.

He stops and looks up at you. His eyes aren't so darkened anymore, they´re wide and imploring, probably noticing your hesitation.

¨Damon, I...¨ You trail off as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly lowers his pursed lips to your calf, lightly pecking his way up to your knees and ensuring that you´re watching his every move.

Your breathing increases again as his pink appendage darts out, his saliva cooling on your exposed thighs. He sucks on the plush skin and turns his head upwards to face you.

You want to run your hands through his hair.

¨You have a wife,¨ You breathe.

¨Not for tonight I don´t.¨

Your voice gets caught in your throat at that. He positions his hands at the side of your knees, fingers curling around the hem of your pants in a second attempt.

¨Let me make you feel good, love.¨

His answer is in the form of your hand reaching for his collar and pulling him up into a standing position until he towers over your seated form, once again breath stolen in a heated kiss.

Damon fumbles with his zipper as you shove your pants off, fully ready for him now, your dampened panties solid evidence of your need for him.

He pulls his cock out and it bounces out, slapping up against his stomach.

You do a double take. The tabloids were right. He was absolutely huge.

It was disgusting almost, it was insulting really. How the fuck could he be that big? You lose count of how many inches he is when you start to get light headed, realizing with a jolt that he plans to put that monster inside you.

And fuck, why did it have to be so pretty too? Normally you wouldn´t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but fuck, that´s the only appropriate word that came to mind as you admired the white flesh as it mixed in with a dull pink flush turning into an angry shade of red as your eyes progressed up to his tip...which was soaked with precum, mind you.

He was neatly shaven everywhere, including his plush balls. No wonder he got to fuck half the continent.

Damon notices your gawking and smiles lazily, taking a fist around his prick and stroking lethargically up and down.

¨You gonna just stare at it all day or are you going to spread those cute legs for me?¨

Spoken like a true middle aged fuck-boyman.

You look up at him beseechingly, thoroughly intimidated by his length. He merely scoffs, winking at you when he wrenches your tightly closed knees apart.

It's almost like he falls into a trance when he presses his now-naked torso against your chest, when he slots himself between your legs and drags his tip through your sloppy folds and up onto your clit. His mouth falls open slightly and he moans when your juices coat his dick, making it slippery and easy to push the first few inches ever so slightly into your spasming cavern.

He can't help but want more, need more as he practically smothers his weight onto you, forcing you to lie back on the table and letting your legs dangle off the edge. He hunches over you and thrusts minutely into your pulsing folds, groaning when you whine and lace your fingers around his neck and tangle your legs around his back, dragging him impossibly close into you.

For a moment it´s just the sound of you two panting and moaning like inexperienced teenagers, and a zing of pride zips up your spine at the realization that Damon Albarn, one of the world's most renowned playboy is whining and humping against your pussy, reduced to nothing at your hands.

He takes your hands from around his neck and grips your wrists, forcing them above your head on the table. He leans down and kisses you, hard. You give him back the same energy when your hips move up and down along his length, pushing your inviting hole towards his eager and jumping dick.

¨Pretty little girl,¨ he murmurs against your lips, and you nip his bottom lip playfully in retaliation. He slowly starts to sink himself into you, and you practically purr at the feeling of his veiny member dragging against your sensitive walls until he stops.

You look at him questioningly, and blanch when you see the mischievous glint in his cobalt eyes.

¨I want you to count for me.¨

¨Count…?¨ You shake your head in confusion and he pulls out, making you groan in annoyance.

¨I want you to count every inch I put inside you. Unless your slutty mouth can't even do that? I'd be surprised if you couldn´t, you usually have so much shit to say.¨ His voice is low yet teasing, and a shiver passes through you when the rumble of his chest vibrates against your nipples.

¨F-fine, I´ll count.¨

He hums in approval and regroups, guiding his length into your awaiting pussy once again.

It´s almsot torture how slow he goes, and your toes curl at how vivid the sensation is at this pace.

You almost forget to do what he asks until he ducks his head down and teeths your bud.

¨Ah, fuck! One!¨ You yelp, writhing to get away from his lecherous gaze and hold on your poor tit.

He tuts and licks the swollen area until the pain subsides a bit, and then he continues to push.

¨T-two,¨ you moan and let your head fall back. It's unfair how tightly he´s holding your reins-you want him to plow you down, not take his sweet time in this punishment.

¨Damon, can´t you go any faster? Please, I want y-¨

¨-I didn't take you for a masochist, Y/N, but I´m happy to play around with these cute tits if you want to bitch more.¨

Your scowl is cut off when he suddenly shoves two more inches into you, and you mewl loudly at being filled so much.

¨Three! Four! Fuck, oh god, please,¨ you babble nonsense as he curses above you, his form shaking in an effort not to push all the way in.

¨Doing so good sweetheart, you´re almost halfway,¨ he smirks and you gape at him in disbelief.

Halfway?

Five, six, seven, eight, and nine go painfully slow, and by the time he´s fully sheathed inside you, plush balls pressed against your ass, you´re an incoherent, drooling mess.

Your hair is in your face, your cheeks are flushed, and your body bounces up and down as he begins to rock inside you, finally giving you what you want.

His name is chanted like an obscene prayer from your mouth as he grunts and shakes the table. Your legs are wobbly and unable to do anything except press him tighter against you to the point where he can barely move back. The skin of his stomach slaps against yours, his balls slap against the crevice of your ass, and your pussy practically sloshes with every stroke in and out.

He fists your hair with one hand and pulls your neck up to meet his searching lips, his other hand holds your wrists fast against the table. You want to touch him, you want to explore your body as he has conquered yours but he doesn't let you feel anything else apart from the rapid thrusts inside your battered body.

Damon switches positions and lifts the back of your knees up and pushes them forwards until they meet your chest. He lets his body weight rest on the back of your thighs as he pulls out and pushes back impossibly close inside you, closer than he did in missionary.

You sob with need as he plunges into you and reaches a higher spot than before, his tip grazing your cervix. He pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up to fuck back into him, calling out his name as if he were your god.

It´s a good thing the rooms are soundproof.

You feel your second climax comes when he paves way through your tight walls and batters your uterus. It doesn´t hurt so much as feel intense, and your choked moans become panting gasps when he brings a hand down to swirl his thumb over your aching clit.

¨You´re not going to meet with that prick from your work again, yeah? Say it. Say it if you want me to let you cum.¨ He could have been speaking an alien language for all you knew. Your poor addled brain didn't pick up anything except for the word ¨cum¨, and you were a goner.

¨Yes, yes, anything you say, anything you want, just please let me-¨

And oh he does.

It comes over you like a tidal wave, your mind going blank, your eyes seeing white as your legs shake from your earth-shattering orgasm. You feel like you´re going down a rollercoaster, and you never want to stop dropping.

Distantly, you hear him groan and say your name. You can feel pulsing in your filled walls, with what you assume is his ropes of cum. It feels like when you came, it practically squeezed all his cum out with your clenching.

He lets out a shaky breath and falls forward, his nose inches from yours, his breath puffing in your face.

Your eyes are glazed over, but you´ve never seen anything more clearly before.

Maybe Damon Albarn really was worth it.

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