#v: when you see your reflection you'll see what i like.

[toreigh]

CAN I REQUEST SUB! KEN WITH W PRAISE KINK PLEASE 🙏 ur amazing ily

Those eyes | ken!ryan x reader

summary: Set in the real world, you take Ken to the fair for the first time. Having a little too much fun, things get.. A little out of hand in the House Of Mirrors. Need I say more, someone ends up on their knees. Also loosely based off the song Those Eyes- New West. MINORS DNI.

pairings: ken!ryan x reader

word count: 1,719

warnings/notes: SMUT! p in v, cursing, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, oral (m receiving), sub dynamics. ken is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

“Ready?” You said.

“So ready.” He replied smiling.

You took Kens hand leading him to the Ferris Wheel. You had come here last week with Gloria and she showed you everything there is to a fair.

"C'mon you're gonna like this one a lot." You said smiling.

Bringing Ken to the fair made him act like a kid again. He was pointing at what you two should do next, smiling ear to ear. He also said he would win you a pink teddy bear.

You were just admiring the view. Both of the views actually. All the lights down below, and Ken. The perfect taper of his jaw, the way his eyes look. He was all yours.

After getting off you took him to a couple more rides before he insisted on winning you the pink teddy from earlier.

You watched as he scored perfectly, winning it with ease. He handed it to you proudly.

"Thank you, my perfect boy." You praised. His cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

"Let's go there's a food you just have to try." You said pulling him in the directions of funnel cakes. Bear in one hand Kens hand in the other.

Once you got it Ken was walking towards a table trying to eat it on the way, and got a little bit of whipped cream on his nose. It made you giggle and when he asked what was up you just took a picture, showing it to him. Causing him to give you the same mark, and you two broke out laughing in the middle of the crowd, and no one else knew why.

Sitting down you fed each other the funnel cake like a couple on their wedding night. You had the most fun possible. By the end of it you were food drunk, and gave this devastating smile. Well honestly he thought everything you did was perfect.

"Cmon there's one more thing we have to try before it closes." You said taking his hand. The House of Mirrors.

Being one of the last people in line you had to use the restroom so you told Ken to wait there of course. He didn't really protest.

He did get a little worried when he had to enter without you, but oh would you be back.

It takes all of five minutes before he's lost though. A few minutes pass by with nothing but his own reflection. Off in the distance Ken hears faint shuffling sounds. Ken can feel his heart rate increasing.

"Kennyy!" You call out knowing he's close. You let out a small giggle as he lets out a relaxing sigh.

Thats when he sees you dressed in that white and pink outfit he couldn't get enough of.

"Stop it" He bites out, as its still only your reflection.

"Are you alone Kenny?" You ask.

"Obviously," He breathes. Trying to pin point your reflection still. He honestly gives up waiting for you to find him.

When he suddenly feels hot breath on his back, sending shivers down his spine. You press your front to his back snaking your arms around his slutty waist.

"Thats such a good boy." You mutter.

He spins around looking down at you ready to respond when you crash your lips to his. He can't get enough of you, his hands finding your waist rubbing up and down. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Your like a drug he cant recover from at this point. He pulls away only for you kiss him again deepening the slutty kiss.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, making his cock throb and he suddenly remembers what its like for you to have your hot little mouth around his cock. He moans involuntarily at the sensation.

You can taste the arousal at this point kissing him like its the last thing you'll ever do.

"Wait B just wait," He said sounding on edge. "what if someone catches us, really?" He finishes

"Mmm is someone scared? That's the fun of it Kenny." You said rubbing your bottom lip.

You spin him around to look at himself standing behind him you wrap your arms around him.

"Do you know what I love about The House of Mirrors?" You asked.

"What?" He said meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"I can see how perfect you are," you say creeping your hand lower "from every" your hand grazes over the most masculine part of him. "single, angle." You say squeezing him through his jeans causing him to involuntarily buck into your slight grip.

You slip off his jean jacket, reaching for the hem shirt you look at him for permission, he simply nods for an answer. Breathing heavily though his nose. You undress him slowly earning shivers down his cool skin.

Once he's fully undressed you step back getting a good look at his tanned, toned frame.

"You have to undress to." He said feeling very exposed.

"Well Kenny if you want that, you're gonna have to do it." You say twirling your hair around your finger.

He gives you the same respect. Slowly undressing you.

"Your soaked B." He said looking up at you as he pulls your pink panties down your thighs.

"Only for you, can't help it baby." You say in a seductive tone.

When he's done he stands back up looking down at you.

You give a smile that almost brings him to his knees.

Now it's show time. You kiss him on the lips then under the jawline, slowly creeping lower. Peppering kisses all over. You make sure to take it extra slow on the V-line. Making him let of inpatient whimpers, you know he's not proud of.

Finally wrapping your little hand around the base he lets out a frustrated sigh. You kiss his angry red lip adorning a bead of arousal.

"The perfect fucking cock." You praise looking up at him through your lashes as his cock twitches getting harder at the praise.

You finally let your tongue come out teasing his tip, wrapping your lips around the tip finally. You make sure to set a devastatingly slow pace.

His hips struggle to stay still after a while, you pick up the pace teasing the underside of his head. You see him struggling to hold back and know he's close. His hands find your hair, not to guide you or force you anywhere, but purely because he needs something to hold onto.

Only when you felt him twitch in your mouth did you pull of with a audible pop.

Leaving him whimpering with need and his cock twitching with want.

Right before he spoke you cut him off. "But I want your cum inside me."

"You asked so nicely." He said taking your hand and helping you up.

You turned towards the mirror running the tip through your slick folds. You didn't even need foreplay just him.

He finally pushed in and you both gasped at the feeling. You felt so full, and your warm slick cunt was clenching him so, so good. He started to move slowly.

Starting to move fast you could feel him hitting your G-spot.

"Fucking me, so, good." You moaned out each word punctuated by a thrust. His cheeks always flushed it turned him on, his praisee kink through the roof.

Fluttering around you knees got week as you started to go down to the cool glass floor and he followed.

Then he leaned back, scooting his legs underneath you, and he placed you solidly on his lap. Your knees were arched, sitting on the lower of his stomach as he tucked a hand behind, keeping the other one on your clit.

He stroked you hard now. Four fingers abused your swollen area as he fucked up into you. You started to moan from the sudden stimulation as he watched you with grave interest in the mirror. Your head tilted back onto his shoulder, but no he wanted you to watch.

“Look at yourself while you come. Watch yourself come on my cock.” He said into your ear making you whimper and look up at him.

You felt your tummy tighten and build. It all felt like too much as you started to squirm. That unfamiliar knot unraveled at a speed so intense that stars prickled in your eyes. Everything turned black. Pitch black. So dark that you believed you passed out for seconds.

You came in a way you’d never done before. Your orgasm squirted out. Hips and dick covered in juices. Because he held you down on his dick as you came, he always did.

“Look at you, you’ve made a mess of us.” He said smirking at you, and caressing your boob. You whimpered leaning forward as his dick fell out, he whimpered at the loss of heat.

You turned around pushing him back so his back hit the cool glass. You finally got on top again wasting no time riding him hard. He began to moan he was so close again.

You kissed kiss swollen lips, before pulling back and whispering in his ear.

"C'mon gotta give it to me, that perfect cock always fucking me so good." You said as you felt him get impossibly harder and buck his hips.

"Give it to me my perfect boy." You said sweetly.

You stuck two fingers into his mouth pulling his bottom lip down and spit, and he swallowed it.

You kissed his lips praising him, sliding your tongue in his open mouth. You kissed him until he came inside you feeling warmth pool in your tummy. Kissing him till he couldn't kiss you back head thrown back in pleasure. His big hands slowly lifted you up because he was so sensative.

He helped you get dressed pulling your pink panties back up and using two fingers to push him cum inside. Pulling your shirt over your head he stood kissing your forehead.

After you gave him the same respect pulling his jean jacket on you could see him watching you in the mirror.

"What 'cha looking at." You said giggling.

"I just... cant get enough of you."

#ryan gosling fanfiction #ryan gosling ken #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling #ken smut #ken and barbie #ken x you #smut #ryan gosling smut #i need him biblically

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Endless Rapture

Pairing: Morpheus x wife!reader

Summary: You've been having difficulty sleeping and despite the fact that your husband is the lord of dreams, you've refused to allow him to help you sleep. He doesn't understand why...and you're afraid to tell him what you truly need.

Warnings: Angst, smutty smut smut. Morpheus is freaking perfect in this one and I should be ashamed (I'm not). Teeeeeensy bit of dom/sub vibes, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex (P in V).

A/N: Inspiration came from a line straight out of the graphic novel...you'll know it when you see it. Hope you enjoy!

Morpheus felt you enter the library before he heard your soft footsteps on the marble floors. He looked up from the book he was reading to acknowledge your presence. "You should be in bed, beloved," he said gently.

You moved closer, stopping on the other side of the table he was sitting at, arms tugging your robe more tightly around you to keep out the chilly night air. Your feet were tucked into fuzzy slippers, the only part of you dressed properly for walking about the palace at night. "I had trouble falling asleep."

"Again? Darling, if you would permit me to--"

"No, Morpheus, I am quite alright. I do not wish to use magic every time I struggle to sleep."

He sighed. "What is the point of being married to the lord of dreams if he cannot provide you with some magical perks?"

You chuckled lightly. "While I appreciate your 'magical perks', I do not enjoy running to you every time I am in need."

He shook his head. "That is the point of marriage, is it not?"

You looked down at the ground and shifted your weight back and forth, a clear sign that there was something on your mind you were holding back.

"My love? What troubles your mind?"

You looked up at him, voice barely above a whisper, "Perhaps it is nothing more than the cold of an empty bed."

Morpheus frowned, beautiful orbs sparkling in the soft lighting. "Do you wish me to come to bed?"

You nodded, but he could sense your reluctance and discomfort in admitting it.

"Is this what has been bothering you these last several nights?"

You nodded again, not quite meeting his gaze. "I did not wish to bother you."

He looked surprised, and perhaps a little hurt. "You could never bother me, beloved. I always have time for you."

"I know you are busy," you began, "and it is unfair for me to pressure you into lying in bed beside me, simply so I can rest more easily. It is not as if you need to sleep, my lord."

"What I need is for you to be content and at peace, which it is clear you are not," he looked down at the book he was reading and a small frown appeared on his face. He knew he needed to finish his work, but his heart ached to be with you. He sighed deeply. "I am sorry, my love. I must finish this before I can join you."

You hummed lightly, knowing that was likely to be his response. "That is alright, my lord. I have but one request before I return to our room."

"I should love to hear it, but only if you grant me my request first."

You raised an eyebrow at him, but inclined your head, indicating your willingness to listen.

"I should like it if you dispensed with the formalities. I much prefer when you call me by my name, not by meaningless titles," he said warmly, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

You smiled in return. "I suppose I can do so for you, Morpheus."

"Much better," he said. "Now, darling, what is it you wish for?"

"A kiss."

"Oh? Just a kiss?" he asked softly.

You nodded. "Perhaps it is all I need to ease my mind and allow me to rest."

He smiled warmly and rose from his seat. "How could I deny such a simple request?" He stepped around the table and moved towards you.

You looked up at him, the love and affection you felt was reflected back in his own gaze. He very tenderly placed his hand against your cheek, cradling your face in his palm. His other hand landed on your waist, allowing him to pull you in closer.

He slowly lowered his lips to yours, eyes fluttering closed as soft lips collided with yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of a love deeper than the deepest oceans.

Your hands involuntarily lifted to touch his face, pulling him somehow even closer to you. He leaned into your touch and his lips parted slightly, enough to allow your tongue entry. It was not a fight for dominance so much as a graceful dance between two lovers; lovers who were equal in all the ways that mattered.

Morpheus felt his resolve weakening as the kiss turned more passionate. He could not bring himself to pull away from your lips, nor tear his hands from your skin. He could feel your heart beating in time with his own, essentially making up his mind for him.

You felt a soft breeze graze your heated skin as Morpheus slowly broke the kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you were no longer in the library. Directly behind your husband was the bed you shared, shrouded in the gentle light of the moon peaking through the window.

"Morpheus? What of your work?" you asked tentatively.

"I am certain my work will remain there until tomorrow. I wish to spend tonight in your arms."

You let out a quiet gasp, unaccustomed to the dream lord abandoning his work for you. You could not deny, however, that it was a welcome change. "How could I deny such a simple request?" you asked softly, echoing his earlier words.

Morpheus smiled warmly, pulling you back into him. "You may always deny me, beloved, though I hope you never have cause to."

"Never," you whispered as you reached up to pull his face back down to yours.

The kiss was twice as passionate as before, now fueled with a mutual desire more powerful than love alone. He realized, belatedly, that perhaps this is what you had really wanted. Another request he would never deny you, had you been comfortable enough to ask him.

"Beloved," he whispered against your lips. "What is it that you want?"

You pulled away from him in confusion, unsure of what he meant. "I--I do not understand..."

He ran his hands down the curves of your torso, settling comfortably on your hips. A quiet dominance oozed from his body, as it always did, but his control was not what you had in mind.

"May I be in control tonight?" you asked softly.

If anyone else had asked him, he would have immediately refused. Control was not something the dream lord gave up easily, but he found it immensely more difficult to refuse you. "I...you have...I do not recall you ever making such a request before."

You could sense his discomfort, so you began to backtrack. "We do not have to. I would never wish to make you uncomfortable--"

"Hush, darling," he said gently as he placed a single delicate finger to your lips. "It is something new for me, that is all. I wish to indulge all your fantasies...you only need tell them to me."

You nodded. "Even if it is only for a short while, I would very much enjoy taking the lead."

"I am yours to command," he murmured.

His words gave you the power you were so desperately craving; a power you would never abuse. "Remove your clothes and lie down on the bed," you said firmly.

He raised his eyebrows at your authoritative tone, but he did as you requested. He was slow to remove each article of clothing, brilliant starlit eyes never leaving yours. Once he was completely bare before you, he laid himself down on the bed, waiting for your next command.

You were much quicker to remove your clothing (though you did have much less on in the first place), and you climbed onto the bed beside him.

He waited with anticipation for your next move, the suspense only intensifying his arousal.

"I have two rules, my love," you said gently, fingers gently gliding down his chest. "The first is you are not to move unless I give you permission, understood?"

Morpheus nodded, but almost yelped in surprise when you grabbed his jaw gently, but firmly. "Words, Morpheus," you insisted.

"I understand," he said, voice deeper than normal.

You always loved hearing his voice, but it was moments like this, when his voice was deeper and thick with arousal, that you found it almost impossible to focus. You did your best to rein in your own desire, a mask of authority and control covering your beautiful face.

"The second rule is likely to be much more difficult for you," you murmured softly, leaning in to speak into his ear. "No matter what, no matter how badly you may want to, you cannot, at any time, touch me without my permission." You punctuated the end of your sentence with a gentle bite to his earlobe, eliciting a groan from his throat.

"Beloved, I--I am unsure I can abide by such a rule."

"I would suggest doing your very best, Morpheus, as the consequences for disobeying me will be most unpleasant."

His breathing was already labored and you had done nothing but speak to him and touch his body gently. You could see the desperation in his eyes and you reveled in it. "Do you understand, darling?" you asked.

"I understand."

"Good. Your obedience will be rewarded."

You quickly straddled his hips, pinning his body beneath yours. You started slow, placing kisses gently onto his face, careful to avoid his lips. As you began to trail down to his neck, he let out a soft whine, a noise that both surprised and aroused you. You knew he wanted you to kiss his lips, but you had other plans.

You continued to kiss the column of his throat, leaving gentle bite marks in your wake, marking his skin in a way you so rarely did. A sign of ownership that he would wear with pride.

Your hands roamed his chest and abdomen, enjoying the feeling of his silky skin beneath you, reveling in the tightening of his muscles as your skin grazed his. Your lips traveled down his chest, moving quickly to his abdomen, stopping just before you reached his erection.

He shifted slightly, clearly wanting to move, but he knew better than to try. Your eyes lifted to his in warning and he winced apologetically. You kept your eyes locked on his as you let out a warm breath against his sensitive skin.

He gasped and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening again. He watched as your tongue slowly glided up the underside of his member, the need to feel your mouth on him becoming more intense. "Please," he murmured. "Do not tease me."

"You are in no position to make demands, Morpheus."

He groaned in frustration, but made no further comment. His eyes once again fixated on your mouth as you slowly lowered your head down to take as much of him within your parted lips as you could. A soft moan left his lips as he was enveloped in the wet warmth of your mouth.

When you began to move, he found it much harder to contain himself. His hips were desperate to move, his fingers craved to wrap themselves in your hair, but instead he clutched the sheets in his fists and kept his body as still as he could. Every move you made felt incredible, a continuous feeling of immense pleasure coursing through his veins.

You moaned slightly around him as you continued your movements. Your lips tightened slightly and you began to move faster, your hand aiding in providing pleasure to what you could not contain within your lips.

Morpheus moaned deeply and his hand entangled in your hair, the blinding pleasure causing him to forget your commands.

You stopped moving immediately, releasing him from your mouth. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but when his eyes met yours, he realized what he had done. He quickly removed his hand from your hair and placed it beside him on the bed. "I am sorry, my love. I--I could not contain myself."

Your expression was stern, but your eyes were soft and adoring. "I am pleased you are enjoying yourself, Morpheus, but that is no excuse to ignore my instruction."

He nodded. "It will not happen again."

"Good," you said before lowering your head to take him into your mouth once again.

This time, he was true to his word. Despite the indescribable feeling of your mouth around him, he did not touch you again. His moans were like music to your ears, encouraging you to continue your movements.

When he was close to the delicious feeling of release, you lifted your mouth off of him with a soft popping sound, earning a desperate groan of need from his lips.

His groan quickly turned to one of pleasure as he watched you line yourself up with his throbbing member before lowering slowly onto him, core tightening around him in the most delectable way.

You moaned softly when you were fully seated on top of him, the feeling of fullness giving you a deeper satisfaction than it had in the past. You looked down at the man beneath you, and felt your breath catch in your chest. His skin had a beautiful sheen of sweat, which seemed to glisten in the moonlight, somehow making him look all the more ethereal. His lids were lowered, but you could see enough of his starling gaze to know how deep his desire ran and how close he was to losing his control. You would never admit it to him, but you wanted him to lose control. You craved to feel the unleashed carnal creature within your beloved Endless, a loss of control something so rare, you had not seen it in centuries.

"Beloved, I know I am not at the helm of this ship, but I beg of you, please move." His tone was dripping with desperation and you found it difficult to refuse him.

You planted your hands on his chest for support and began to lift your hips up and down, creating a delicious friction that pulled desperate moans from both of your mouths.

You could barely keep your eyes open as the pleasure slowly overwhelmed you, your head tossed back, lips parted in a silent moan. Morpheus, however, could not keep his eyes off of you. You were the image of exquisite perfection, the most beautiful woman he had ever been blessed to bear witness to.

With each move of your hips, each moan of pleasure that slipped past your lips, he felt his resolve slipping. He needed to touch you, to lay his hands upon your soft flesh, to pull you close to him as he made you see stars. He did not want to break your rules, so he chose instead to do something much more difficult for him: he chose to beg.

"My love, I need to touch you. My hands are in anguish without the feel of your skin beneath them. Please, my darling, let me touch you."

You loved the sound of him begging, like an electric jolt of arousal straight to your core...an arousal your husband felt immediately.

"Not yet," you murmured.

His fingers dug further into the sheets. He clutched them so tightly he feared he may rip them in two. "Tell me that my touch would not bring you gratification, that you would not reach your peak more quickly."

You looked down at him, the sight as beautiful as it had been before. You noticed, however, that his hands had twisted into the sheets, the muscles of his arms so tense you feared they would snap. You felt your own strength of will weaken, but you were not quite ready to give in just yet. "I cannot deny the truth of your words, but you do not yet have my permission to touch me."

Morpheus groaned loudly. He wanted--no, needed--your permission. Not just because he had promised you control, but because he wished to please you in any way he could. Whatever you wanted, he would give you, no matter the cost to him. So while he would love the feeling of your skin against his, he would not succumb to his own desires, would not put them above yours.

Instead, the dream lord watched you. He watched as you moved your beautiful form, watched as your hands caressed your own neck, your breasts, every part of you he was so desperate to touch. He watched as the muscles of your thighs tensed and relaxed with each movement, and he longed to massage them gently, to feel them loosen under his touch.

Each delectable sound that fell from your mouth sounded like a melody meant only for his ears. He focused on the sounds you made, on the movements of your body, and on the way your core tightened around him, making it nearly impossible to resist the allure of touching you.

"Darling, please," he begged, those two words all he could manage.

You leaned forward, placing your hands back onto his chest. Your eyes met his, an entire universe held within his gaze, a universe you knew and loved deeply. You no longer had the strength to deny him what he desired, so you relinquished your control with two simple words, "Touch me."

The moment those words left your lips, his hands were on you, touching seemingly every part of you at once. The feeling was a euphoria you would never be able to describe.

His hands gripped your hips and he began to thrust up into you, sending you crashing down against him. Desperate moans left your lips as you clung to him.

A low growl escaped his lips as he held you against his chest and flipped you over so you were laid beneath him. His movements did not stop, his hips did not falter, an aching pleasure crept into your body, desire pooling in your abdomen.

Morpheus had always been an incredible lover, almost always gentle and loving, but tonight he was wild, untamed. The change of dynamics had unleashed something within him that could not be stopped, not that either of you wanted it to.

"I wish to hear you sing my name along with those glorious sounds of yours, my love. All of the Dreaming must know the pleasure I give you and the endless rapture you have given me."

"Morpheus," you gasped, his words giving you a feeling of pure elation you were unfamiliar with.

He moaned with you. "That is what I wish to hear, beloved. The sound of my name on your lips is the most enchanting sound I have ever heard. Allow me to better encourage such sounds."

Morpheus took making love to a new level that night. Every part of your body was overwhelmed with the greatest pleasure you had ever felt, which would later be a source of pride to the dream lord. For him, he felt closer to you than he ever had before, allowing himself to be so truly vulnerable with you, giving you complete control, had changed something inside of him that he did not wish to lose.

"All that night they stayed together, and every living thing that dreamed, dreamed of her body, and of the warm salt taste of her sweat and her skin…"

#Morpheus x reader smut #morpheus x reader #morpheus x wife!reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus smut #sandman fic #sandman smut #dream smut

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

after last night

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➷ Summary : there is something that Eddie couldn't find to forget about you after that night

➷ Word Count : it's one shot

➷ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both (21), I made a bestfriend character named "Alexis", SMUT‼️, p in v penetration, both receiving, unprotected sex, aftercare, alcohol consumption, establishing a relationship, Eddie is a player in the past! reader is just an amazing gal and Eddie is so an awe to her, that's it!

➷ What to Expect : SMUT‼️ and FLUFF! this is just literally hot steamy delicious smut really hehe, you'll see an worried Eddie here, this is set in Modern era but it still screams 1980's

➷ Note To Reader : basically, I am literally using my favorite artists songs into an Eddie fic at this point, DON'T Y'ALL LOVE THIS SONG?!? 😩🤌🏻

➷ Author Note : I can't believe y'all liked my last post "you ain't woman enough" I didn't expect all of you to enjoy it and I wasn't even satisfied with it but wow y'all reassured me it was okay! SO THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! 🥺🫶🏻✨

"I have plus one, you have to go with me!" Alexis holding up the two invitation cards with a look that says "please, I beg of you"

"I'll think about it" you glanced at her as you jotted down notes for tomorrow's class

"yeah, you'll think about it after a million years" she goes to your side and leans on the wall looking at you

You shut your eyes while you're holding both of your hands in front of you

You know she won't stop bugging you until you say "yes"

"Girl- please, this is Corroded Coffin! not anyone is lucky enough to be on their first music listening party!"

"Can't you bring someone who is dying to get there?" you mocked your reply to her as she rolls her eyes

"They don't matched my vibe and besides I love your company!"

"I may be loud, only to you but in that zone? I'll be sitting alone in the couch throughout the night"

She scoffs "Oh, please, you're so very well spoken once you get comfortable with the person you're talking to"

"it's not an immediate connection! I've had to warm up to them first" you say as your keyboard makes clacks sounds as you type at the background as her eye twitches in annoyance

"But-"

"It's lucky when something else sparked" you narrow your eyes at her as she huffs

"Come on! Please?!? it's only a few days left and we're gonna go home to Hawkins and we haven't tried or experienced something like this!"

You sigh without looking at her as you turned your head at her as she softly chants "please, please, please"

Wouldn't it hurt to have some fun for once?

"Alright! Alright fine! I'll go with you!"

"Yes! I knew you would come to your senses" She happily jumps and she hugs you and you chuckled as you roll your eyes playfully

"I'll go ready my outfit and you should too!" The smile is still intact to her lips as she takes her leave goes straight to her closet

You're so indecisive

You're so indecisive that you can't pick an outfit

"Oh my god, you've been staring at those three outfits for an hour!" Alexis exclaims at you in the reflection as she puts Velcro rollers over her hair

"Let me think"

"No- you can't think when you can't decide!"

"You're not helping, Alexis"

"Do you want me to choose for you?"

"No" you're staring so sternly at the two outfits

The colors are pretty much all black but the one outfit is a set of leather tube top and skirt with fishnet stockings and some edgy accessories, the next outfit is very dainty-ish top because of the ruffles all over the neckline with black ripped jeans, and lastly, it's literally the one you've been staring hard for too goddamn long

It's a black velvet dress, it screams "femme fatale" but still remains the elegance of the dress, it got a nice trim over the edges and it will fits you so well, it's a bit short since it ends just above your knees

The thing is that

The chest part design? is too revealing, it's a. cute strap sweetheart top and maybe, you'll be so overdressed since not only that is your problem

It's also backless

"If we come late to this party because of you, god- I forgot how hard it is for you to pick an outfit" she takes the cap off from the lipstick liner as she outline her lips, she's still talking to you at the reflection of the vanity mirror

You're thinking a lot of it deeply until you remembered something

You have this black glittery short blazer and this will be perfect with your black Stiletto Black Ankle Strap Pumps

"Wait- I got it" you snap your fingers, you raised the dress that you picked and Alexis squeals in excitement

"Oh my gosh, you'll look so hot!"

You chuckled as you shake your head

"Okay, so, there's Jeff the bass guitar, Gareth the drummer and-"

She turns off the engine of her car as she recites the band members names again

"Eddie, the lead singer and guitarist, yeah- I know" you tug up a smile at the end as she beams at you, she claps her hands

"Well, look at you! you remember it!"

"Of course, I remember it, you keep yapping about them all day to me"

You both get out of the car as she rolls her eyes at you, she locks the car as both of your heels starts clicks the pavement

"Do you listen to their music?"

"I did"

"I thought you didn't like that kind of music"

"Alexis, I just don't have the time to listen to it that doesn't mean I don't like it"

"But you did listen to it?"

"Some of it, yeah"

"It's really good, right?"

"Yeah, it is"

Once you both got in the front, the door swings open a curly short haired boy with red checkered vest and a black denim pants happily greets

"Hey there, baby!" He opens up his arms as your bestfriend rans into him

"Gareth!"

"How are you?"

"I'm good"

"Let me take a look at you"

"You're so stunning!"

The boy is grinning very widely at your bestfriend as you watch them both with a small smile at your face and when you and him looked at each other, your bestfriend introduced you

"Um- Gareth, this is my bestfriend in college and my plus one"

"Oh, hello" he offers his hand for you to shake as you gladly accepted it as you say your name

"I think Eddie is going to like you"

"Excuse me?"

"Gareth! Don't start the traffic at the front door-"

He stopped when he saw his friend and you

"Oh hey"

You shyly wave at the young man behind Gareth

"This is Jeff!" Your excited bestfriend pulls Jeff out as they both share a laugh

You shake hands at Jeff "Nice to meet you"

"You too"

You're amused at how Jeff kicks Gareth inside as you both walked inside of the house

They act like silly little kids that you almost forgot that they're famous rockstars

Now, you can feel little by little that your shy demeanor is fading slowly

"Isn't that right? Jeff?" Gareth asks as he throws his arms around at your bestfriend

"Right about what?" Jeff stand beside you as he furrows his eyebrows at his friend

"That Eddie will like her" Gareth points at you and Jeff looked at you with both of his eyebrows raised

"Yeah, definitely" Jeff says with his eyes wide as you get even more confused why they keep saying that

"Where is he? anyway?"

"You know Eddie, he's always late" Jeff crossed both of his arms as he goes to the front facing the three of you

"Ladies, feel free to help yourselves at the food and drink at the table, I know y'all both starving" Gareth squeezes Alexis to his side as he joins Jeff walking into a different direction of the house, they both said they'll be back

"Okay, no wonder why you feel comfortable with them, I see, I get it now" you sigh as you smile in disbelief

"I told you so!" she giggles as she takes your hand leading you to the dining table

You both came in early, so, there's only a few people inside, there's a distant music playing at the background

Gareth is not lying to what he just said to the both of you that you just realized you we're indeed hungry until you eaten one of their meals

Ever since you started college, you haven't had a decent meal

Both of you are stuffed and full, you ask at the bar for a drink

"One bottle of Heineken, please"

"Me too!"

"Cheers to finding yourself a boyfriend"

You snorted but you shrugged "I guess, cheers to that then?"

"I haven't told you where I met them, so, I first met Gareth at a convenience store and I don't know something really else clicked between the two of us, so, we hang out and then he gave me an invite"

"So, this is the man that you're talking about since last week?"

"Yeah"

"And you're officially his girlfriend"

She blushes "yes"

"Wow" you take a swig of your drink as you turn away from your bestfriend

"What is it?"

"I'm happy for you, I really do, but it seems so fast?"

Before she can reply, "You know what, I'll stop being protective, I'm just concerned- that's all"

She smiles at you as she nods to your words

"You're just like him"

"Like who?"

"Eddie"

Oh, there goes that name again

"What about him?"

"He's a really really nice guy, I'm not even kidding! he's also a gentleman"

You piqued an interest to that as your bestfriend Alexis smirks at the look that you just gave her

Gareth calls out to her name but Alexis hesitates to leave you all alone

"You can go ahead"

"Are you sure? I don't want-"

"I'll be fine, Alexis, just also look out for yourself, okay? go have fun"

She sadly smiles as she hugs you before she left and went to his drummer boyfriend

You deeply sighs as you finish your drink, you decide to take a look around the house

The guests are growing bigger and bigger as you started strolling around in the place

Every inch of the house feels so expensive, it's spacious, the white and gold furniture and the paintings all over across the room, you like how it styled

Much to your fascination, you bumped over the person whose quickly running that you fall back down on the floor

"Shit, my bad- I am so sorry" he reaches out for you to hold his hand

You clutch at your chest and winced at how hard it is but you dismissive your hand anyways and took his hand

"I'll survive, don't worry about it" you give him a small smile as you got back up on your feet

The male chuckles, you take him in, his hair is long brown curl locks and slightly long bangs and he's wearing a black Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pair of Metallica muscle tee and leather pants and black boots

"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?" You ask him, you dusted yourself off

He ignores your question instead he ask you this "Would you accompany me in there?"

You tilt your head at him and looked over the crowded room

"I-I wouldn't-"

"Please, it would mean so much to me?" he opens his arm for you to hold but you still hesitated but sigh in defeat as you take it

On the way there, he speaks up again

"Did you come here alone?"

"Uh- no, my bestfriend from college, Alexis, used her plus one on me, I think you knew her already"

He chuckles again "Oh yeah, Alexis, she's a fun gal, I didn't know that she has fine bestfriend"

You knit your brows together, the moment he turns to look at you and he smiles, you became shy under his gaze

"Have you met everyone?"

"Yeah, I met Jeff and Gareth, they're cool but-" you replied to him and you notice some of the guests that you both passed while walking are waving at him

Who is this person?

"I haven't met Eddie" you say as you watch him open the doors

The moment the both of you step inside and the people roared in cheer, you startled by the joyous screams of all the guests

He laughs as he turns around back at you and takes his glasses off

"You already met him, darling"

Oh my god

Oh my fucking god

Why are you so clueless? You've been with him?!?

He's THEE Eddie Munson?!?

You're stunned and your mouth is agape as you stare at him in shock

He smirks as he places his Ray-Ban sunglasses on top of your head as he hold the tip of your chin raising it slowly to meet his gaze

"I'll see you later, sweetheart" he winks at you as he turns his back at you leaving you completely speechless

You know Corroded Coffin

Of course, you know the band name members

Yes, you listen to their songs

But

You didn't watch their music videos that's why you have no idea what they're look like

You're so occupied with your set of tasks that you didn't have the time to look at their faces

There, you see him again, talking to somebody else as he glances at you wiggling his fingers as you cupped your mouth in embarrassment as you shyly wave at him

He chuckles as he goes back talking to other person

Alexis pulled your hand in the corner as you both giggled to each other

"Girl- oh my gosh, you did not just come in with Eddie!"

"I have literally no idea! Alexis!"

"See? I told you he'll like you!" Gareth came into her side as he holds a drink into his hand as he points at you

"He's probably not" you deny him as Gareth rolls his eyes at you

"It's clear as day that you came in with him!" Jeff exclaims

"I think he was just being nice because he accidentally bumped on me earlier"

Alexis covers her mouth as the three of them looking at the person behind you

"It's my fault, I know" he tuts as he slinks his arm around your waist, you're surprised at the sudden action before you can even look at the person behind you

You pursed your lips together as you look down

"Mind you if I steal her from you guys?" He pulls you to his side as your eyes go wide at your bestfriend

She raises both of her hands with her face that says "Sorry, I can't help you"

"Yes, by all means!" Gareth aggressively nods as he shoos the both of you away

Jeff flashes you an eat-shiting grin at you as Eddie starts walking while still holding you closely to him

"Uh- rude of me, by the way, I did not quite catch your name"

You tell him your name as he nods but not leaving you with a dashing smile

He walks you through his room and you suddenly immersed in it's glory

It's captivating and it's so like him

He closes the door behind him and you roam your eyes around the area

"Wow, your room is so amazing"

"Thanks, you know all of this I just saved a lot of money to get all of this stuff that I wanted- uh- what's your favorite part?"

You smile as you point out the biggest window, you've ever seen

"Oh, that" both of you walked closer to it

He sighs at the scenery outside "Same"

You took the sunglasses from your head that he placed before

He pushes your hand away and lets his hold linger in there

"Keep it"

One of the crew/staff member starts knocking at the door telling Eddie someone is looking for him and it's urgent

"Can you stay here until I get back? You can do whatever you want in here"

"Um, sure" you say and smile as you nod at him

Before he closes the door, "Don't go anywhere? Okay?"

You chuckled "I won't, don't worry"

It's been 45 minutes since he left as you glanced over the clock as you finished looking at his achievement wall and shelf, you shift on your stance as you decided to take off your blazer

You walked through his vinyl collections, you run your hands on it until you saw "Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" you picked it up and looked over the cover

You looked at the door for one last time

"I can wait for him" you shrug as you take the jacket off and holding the platter very gently as you placed it down and raised the tonearm needle and pressed the play button

A smile grows on your lips as you hear the familiar tune

Your head starts bopping and you sway your body into the song

"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart" Eddie came inside of his room, finally, but you're so lost in the music

You didn't even hear the door click closed

You're about to see him behind you but you're still dancing into the song

Eddie's mouth slowly hanging open as he is so enthralled to what he is watching right now

You took the pin off from your hair updo as you shake your head slightly, so, it falls, god- his heart just dissipated

The soft smile from your lips, and oh so freaking gorgeous gorgeous dress and he just wanna take your hand and marry you right away

The moment you turned around you open your eyes, you saw him standing in there, you didn't see how he is so entranced by you

You laugh in shock as lovely gasp giggles that came out from your mouth as you held your chest and you threw your head back

The time felt slow as he just stands there

He never want this night to end

"Oh, you came back!" You say as your laughter died down

Eddie, come on, man, speak up, he blinks rapidly as he clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets "Y-Yeah, I'm back" he winced at how he stuttered

"I hope you don't mind me playing one of your precious vinyls" you walk over through his vinyl player and you're about to stop the music until he grabs your wrists as he slowly reaches to hold your hand, you're now looking at him with your hair beautiful laying down on your shoulders

"Don't stop the music yet" he says as he beams up and tug you on the center of his room as you giggled in the process as he starts dancing with you

"My love is alive (woo)

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand

I'll be there on the double

Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that there"

He takes you by his arms, he twirls you around, he held you close to his chest as he start making dance moves that will make your stomach hurt

He stares at you as you happily dance with a big smile on your face

He moves closer to you, you raised your eyebrows as he stops you from moving as he holds both of your forearms

Your eyes goes all over his face, you saw his eyes flit right back to your eyes and to your lips

He leans forward and then boom, he pulls you close to place a kiss on your lips, your eyes are wide but flutters shut as you cupped both of his cheeks as your lips moved along with his

The kiss was so soft and sweet until he walks forwards as you walked backward pinning you on the wall, he grabs you by the waist as you mewl into the kiss, you placed your palms over his shoulders as it slowly crossed your arms around his neck

He is now flushed into your body inhaling every scent of you, the both of you got out of breath as he starts suckling the skin from your neck and your collarbones

You tug at his hair as he groans, the music behind is now ignored and coming to an end, you hum at the sweet spot that he found earning a moan out of you

"Oh, you sound so good" his voice is suddenly deeper and lower than before

He caged you in the middle as he plant his palms on either side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks at you from up and down

You looked at him with those sickening eyes that he can't wait to see it squeezing shut from pounding at you so hard

You reached at his tattoos as you traced your fingers at them, he watches you intently, a sudden confidence went through you as you think of something

"Maybe, your friends will be looking for you?" You say without making your voice sound like a honey-glazed tone, you look over to his shoulder as he turns his head around it

"Nah, they won't be needing me-"

He stopped talking when he felt you putting something inside on his pocket

You smirked at him as he gotten amused as he reaches down and turns out to be your black laced panties his eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he raised it in front of you

You bat your eyelashes on him acting all coy and innocent as he bits his bottom lip

"Real smooth, princess"

"I don't know what you mean by that"

He scoffs as he chuckles while shaking his head, he clicks his tongue at the sight of you

He caught you off guard when he carries you by the hip, you shrieked at the action immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck his free hand swiftly taking off his pants

Carrying you got your dress riled up in the process as he didn't waste a minute any longer, he didn't give you a time to adjust as he enters your hole and you feel him pulsing inside of you, you take a sharp breath as you close your eyes as you throw your head back

"Jesus fucking christ" he grunts as he starts from a slow pace until it becomes quicker

Making you a cockdrunk mess as you clench around him, you moan when he starts to get rougher, you hold him close tightly making him rest on the crook of your shoulder

You whimper "E-Eddie, oh- you're good" you kiss him again surprising him as he gladly kisses you back but this time it was more lustful and desperate as your both of your teeth clashed

You're sliding up and down against the wall as he fucks you deeper making you gasp as he hit the spot both of you are heavily breathing as Eddie's contorts into pleasure, the way your cunt swallowing him so easily is driving him nuts

"You're so goddamn wet" your breath hitches as you crossed your legs around his waist

He sheaths once more until you screamed as you came undone

You pant as he carries you again leading you into his bed, he takes himself out of you making you whine on the feel of emptiness, the male laugh as you huff and puff at him

He takes off your heels and his muscle tee, you used your elbows to move backwards at his bed

You're in awe at him completely naked in front you as he leans down his fingers playing the hem of your dress his eyes are asking for a permission as you hold a finger up

He watches you as you start to take off your dress, he gulped when he saw how absolutely eternal you are

All is bare on display for him

Only for him

Your shy demeanor came back when he looks at you like that but he removes that as he starts to kiss you once again, you yelped as you kiss him

While kissing you he is now positioning himself between your legs as he lets himself inside of you again

You moan into his mouth as he starts to goes lower until he's on your chest he places love marks all over it

He held your hips as he pounds into you harder, your mouth making an "0" shape as he smirks

Your cunt squelch as he pulls himself in and out of you, he pulls you down earning a high-pitched moan from you as he raised your one leg and as he plunges himself inside of you making your back arched

"W-where do you want me, sweets?" He says as he growl when you start clenching at him again

His eyes went bigger when you changed the position, now, you're on top of him

You move your hips keeping up the pace as you watch his eyes rolled squeezing it shut

"Inside of me, I need you to fill me up" it's the only you managed to say

He doesn't know if his mind playing tricks on him

Did you really say that to him?!?

Eddie became frantic as he can't bust inside of you just yet as you grin at him evilly

You roll your hips as your moan become louder and louder as Eddie starts to squirm beneath you

"Fucking hell, yes, use me- j-just like that" he reveled as he sits up holding you and pulling you closer to him

He kneads your breast as he watches you touching yourself down below making him groan

The bodies slapping is the most unholiest that you ever heard in your life as you kiss him while your hands went through his hair, you got him distracted by the sudden sweet sensation

As you can feel your body shaking and the heat forming and building up, he shudder when you pin him down on the bed, the mattress springs starts to squeak as you fuck him

Oh, he is a goner

You screamed in pleasure as he shoots his load inside of you, he didn't let you down as he fills you up into the brim, you can feel it dripping as you collapsed at him

Your whole body is spent as he chuckles lowly

You softly moan when he still fills you up as he moves his hips

Both of your body feels sticky from the sweat but you didn't mind and neither does he

You start to wobble as you remove yourself from his laying beside him as he smiles lazily at you

You gave him a sweet loving smile at him

"Was I good for you?" you ask him he doesn't missed the way your eyes flashes with wonder

He raised both of his eyebrows with a look that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I-I don't know what you, what you did, but you did it, girl, see- normally I don't stutter but you d-d-do it to me!" He loses it, he got frustrated to fix his words as he let it be

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he is staggered by your beauty

You crack up a laugh that he wishes he could hear it forever as he pulls you beside him

You both stayed like that for a while as you can feel your heavy eyes begging for you to go sleep, Eddie slipped off of you as he wore his boxers and pulls in his drawer a clean cloth

He opens the blanket as he takes care of you nicely, you're appalled, really, you've never had this level of intimacy before, you blushed

He saw your face as he smiles, "You're so adorable, baby" he chuckles as you hide your face with both of your palms

He brings back the blanket to cover you as you went into your side again

He kisses the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him

He massages your scalp as it lulled you to sleep as you drift away

Meanwhile, Eddie, saw a shooting star as he looks at his window, says a prayer and hope it comes true

You woke up in the morning and you're still in the same position as it was before, he holds you close to him, you stare at him, he is so pretty with his long eyelashes and specks of freckles across his face

You take his arm off of you carefully, you slide off from the sheets as you picked up the discarded clothes all over the floor as you start dressing up

You saw your reflection in the mirror

Wow, damn, you didn't really who were you last night

There's something about him and that made you feel, you sigh in content with a smile on your face

You saw what time it is as you quickly put on your heels but before you headed out to the door

You smile so fondly as you placed a kiss on his lips and into his cheek, you giggle quietly when it leaves a mark because of your lipstick that you put on earlier

But, of course, you kept his sunglasses

"I wonder what's gotten to them" Jeff sips his coffee as he writes a new song for the band

Gareth chows down his favorite cereal, it crunches as he speaks "I think I heard someone left earlier in the morning but maybe that's just-"

Both of them can hear the loud pats of his barefeet as he runs quickly into the kitchen, even they're aware of his incoming presence, they both still get startled by him

"Where is she?!?" Eddie's voice starts cracking up like someone killed his loved one, he appears with his maroon robe

"Who?" Jeff takes a full gulp from his coffee as he analyzes his friend

Gareth still munching onto his cereal as he furrows his brows in confusion

"Her! Th-The girl with Alexis yesterday!"

"Oh, her" Jeff flashes a teasing wink to Eddie as his face drops in annoyance

"I think she left, Eddie"

"When?"

"Earlier in the morning, I heard the front door and gate opened"

Eddie starts pacing around at them back and forth, Gareth and Jeff eyes followed him as they both looked at each other because-

Eddie is only behaving like this when he doesn't have no idea for D&D campaign, when he can't write a song or when something happened to his beloved guitar

"I-I need to see her again, I can't- I have to- I want to see her" he rambles into his friends

"Man, are you alright?" Jeff asks him as walks over through him with his arms crossed

"No, I am not- I just really want to see her-"

"Gareth, do you have Alexis phone number?"

He nods but his expression changed as he remembers something, he even stops mid-chew

"Oh god, what does that mean?!?"

"She told me that they're going home"

"Home?!? Where?!?"

"She doesn't say, dude, they're college students, I think they're just here for it"

Eddie's eyes became glassy as he goes down and sat on the floor

Jeff slowly turns his head to Gareth with a face "Are you seeing this?!?"

"My life is over"

The line alone grabbed the both men's attention to him

"It's over, I'm finished!" He throws his hands up as he runs his palms through his face

Jeff squatted down in front of him as he hesitates at first but went it with it anyways as he placed his palm over his shoulder

"What happened?"

"She changed the game, Jeff"

"Ah" he shows a knowing look to Eddie making him huffed as rocks back and forth

Whining as to why you left all so sudden?!?

But, he knew you'll left sooner or later but not like this?!?

He has literally no idea where you from, he doesn't have any single contact that he can reach you, the worst fact is that

He doesn't even know where you are

Do you think of him like this?

Did you like him? Or was it just a one-night stand with you?

Do you also hope that you both shared the same feelings like as he did?

Do you wonder what he was doing after last night?

3 weeks had passed

A frown is evident on your face, but, sure, you already knew the moment you stepped on that line, you shouldn't be surprised when tabloids and it's all over the news about the headline

"A player rockstar"

You we're elated with him and your mind won't shut up thinking about him all the time ever since that night

It couldn't get any worse when you overheard other people talking about him, the radio, the television, the posters that are smacked every inch of the building you passed through, the billboards you saw, he is everywhere, everywhere you go, everywhere you went, even if you're so far away from him now, you can't never avoid him if you try

A part of you hoped and wished that he somehow also felt what you feel for him

You cursed through your breath when you forgot to left a phone number but you trash that idea since

He never asked for it

So, you left

"You wonder where he is now, huh?"

"Hmm?" You say as you play with his sunglasses that he gave to you

"Don't play coy with me, you know who I'm talking about" she saids as she takes a sip from her coffee

"He's probably with someone else now"

She scoffs as she leans down to narrow her eyes at you "Well, the people say he might be a player but you know all of this junk is false, you know they twist their words to make it sell, right?" She throws the clippings away from you as you released a deep sigh

A hope in your eyes are noticable as she smiles softly at you "How about you and Gareth?"

"We're doing great but we decided to take things slowly for a while, I took your advice"

"No, I shouldn't said anything"

"But I'm glad you did and you we're right"

You tug up a small smile on the corners of your mouth

"This isn't about me, it's about you, I may not knew Eddie that a lot but when he lets you hold him and didn't want you to stop to care for him? He is so madly in love with you"

"There you go again feeding my delusions"

"Look, I'm serious, just listen, Eddie loves you and you'll thank me later"

You let out a small chuckle "Okay, Alexis"

"There's someone for you at the phone" Jeff went into the studio room as he watches his friend tuning his guitar

"Who?" He asks

"Elizabeth?"

Oh

Oh, he remembers her all right, but he cringed as he looks at his friend as he slowly stands up and placed his guitar on the stand as he whispers

"Tell her that I am not home"

"Well, I'll be damned, that's the 4th girl that you just dismissed!" Gareth throws the music sheets as it flies everywhere making a mess as Eddie glares at him

"I don't want them in my life anymore"

Jeff studies his friend as he realizes that he is sooooo determined to see you again, if only, he can see you again

He knows that his friend won't stand for it, he won't stay still, he ain't gonna calm down until he reunites with you again

"Right, so, you just met some girl-"

"He is not some girl, Gareth"

Gareth knows he is already pissed, so, he held his hand up in surrender

The phone rings again and Eddie thinks it's the most annoying sound ever as the ringing tone bleeds through his ear

He stands up fast as he yanks the phone wire ending up breaking it as his friend's watches in shock as he threw the telephone across the room

"W-Why did you do that?!? That could be important!" Jeff walks over to the destroyed telephone as he goes to the kitchen awaiting for the next ring and Eddie is about to- but he stops him by holding his chest

He picks it up as he answers, "Hello?"

Jeff pinches his nose bridge as he grimaces at Eddie who is now wearing a smug look on his face

"Well?"

"It's Josephine"

Jeff is about to end the call but Eddie snatches the phone as he spoke

"Hello, dear, I'm sorry but stop trying to call me, Goodbye, don't ever call me again" he slams the phone back on its place

His voice is still remains the softness but it's firm dictating the words very clearly

Jeff raises his eyebrows he thought he'll screech at the young woman over the telephone but he didn't, he just politely declined whatever the girl wants

"Dude, look at him! Not a fucking single regret on his eyes" Gareth gestures his hands as he points out to Eddie

"I'm gonna throw out any phone if someone else tries to call me again, there's no player in me anymore, a-and it was dead ages ago!"

"But the media still thinks that you are" Gareth snorts but Jeff pokes his stomach with his elbow

"That's all some crap that they made up"

"What makes you think she'll believe you?"

"What?"

"If you ever encountered her again"

"Then I'll say the truth and that's the only night that I ever slept with someone for so long and I wouldn't join anyone in a bed or in a freaking house that isn't her"

Jeff nods along with a enigmatic smile on his face as Eddie shakes his head at him but he smiles

"I also wonder Alexis been doing, I haven't talked to her for a month?"

"Didn't you say they lived in a province? Or like a small cities?"

"Yeah? They could be everywhere in the world?!? I think she forgots to mention the name of their town, but wait- I think I saw her I.D hanging around her neck once, I took a glimpse on it"

Gareth pulls his brows together as he tries to remember the memory

Jeff and Eddie looks at him waiting for the anticipated answer

"Indiana? I don't know what part in Indiana?"

Eddie claps both of his hands, "we should make a tour over there and convinced our manager to make it happen"

"Why didn't you say this before?"

"Hey, Don't take this on me! I only just remembered it! y'all should be thankful that I can recall it"

The phone rings once again and Eddie is ready to yeeted it out of the window

Both of the men panicked as they rushed to Eddie to stop him by breaking another phone

"No- Eddie!"

"Stop!"

The boys we're surprised that their idea is acceptable

They toured on every part in Indiana, even he needs to rest and he needs to sleep but every show they did before and after, he never stopped looking for you anywhere

He has turned the whole places of Indiana upside down just to look for you

He finds nothing

No, sign of you anywhere

But, he's not giving up hope, he would rather die just to be with someone who isn't you

He would never ever date or marry someone else that isn't you

Eddie is now starting think that you might be not a human being after all, maybe, you're just this angel that came down or even a magical entity that came into his life and that's why you disappeared all of the sudden

He thanks himself for being so attentive with your friend Alexis as she talks about you to him before, you sounded so wonderful with her stories but meeting you in person? It's more fantastic

He went every record store in the place, he grows sadder when some other places didn't have any, he knew that you liked his vinyl collection, so, he supposed that somehow you we're there looking at the records

But as always the result is none

He is rooting for the last place that they'll visit

Even you don't want him anymore, he'll still be happy just to see you again for one last time

A bunch of youngsters are awestruck of the café that you and Alexis usual spot to hang out

"Do the people of Hawkins just finally realized that the coffee is good there or what?" Alexis says as she clutches her purse tightly as you both approach a sea of people

"What are they screaming about?"

Some adults overheard you as they replied "A rock band just visited our town are having a show at Hawkins High"

Your eyes light up of what you just heard "A rock band? Really?"

"Oh my god, me and my bestfriend went there to highschool together!"

"We have to grab a coffee, first, Alexis"

"I already feel so energized! I wonder who it is"

You murmur "Excuse me! We're passing through"

You both finally made it inside as you take your orders

Unbeknownst to you, a certain man on the other side is also drinking coffee

That's where all the noise coming from

A familiar laughter shoots through his core, oh boy, he felt weak in the knees as he heard it again

Despite the crowd being so loud, he still heard it

He thought was only hallucinating but he heard it yet again

Eddie turns around almost drops his cup of coffee as he shakily breathes

There you are with Alexis as you're about to leave as you take your coffee and a small paper bag

But, as soon as he gets up, the people are starting to get frenzy as the bodyguards couldn't handle the situation

He is stuck with all of the fans surrounding him

God, he is like fighting with his life at this very moment

He tries to walk ahead but no to avail as many people are dying to get close to him

Jeff and Gareth are politely telling people to give them personal space and to back off

They both follow their friends gaze as Jeff put hands over his head as Gareth eyes softens that he saw his girl again

"Please, don't leave!" He yells as he puts his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouts for your name

Making the crowd went completely silent, the rest of the people follow where he's staring at as you can hear the distant whispering

You froze as you stop your tracks to that voice

The voice that you thought you couldn't hear again

"They're here, I-I can't believe it!" Alexis sobbed as he saw Gareth who is teary-eyed

Eddie finally made his way over to you slowly as the people watch him, you're just about to turn around to face him

The second you looked at his eyes, your body shook that you can swear that Eddie can see it that you're nervous and confused

There's a unreadable expression on his eyes that you've never seen before

Maybe, you avoid yourself for letting him in, for staying in denial

But, the truth is, you still love him

"Hey, sweetheart, it feels so nice to finally see you again" He breathy laughs as he pulls up wide smile as his eyes goes all over your face

Your hair is different, shaggy haircut but still long, you're wearing a baggy long sleeve shirt as he can see the peek of your sports bra strap and denim skirt, a pair of sneakers but as always, you looked prettier on every kind of style

He had some changes too, I mean- he is always stylish but you didn't expect him to be even more confident, he wore a freaking mesh tee that you can see through his tattoos, he is so insane for wearing it and leather pants with boots

All you wanted to do is to throw yourself at him but you have a respect for yourself

You don't want him to give the satisfaction that he wants, so, you remained the wall that you build up

"Hello" you nod as you plastered a fake smile

His expression changes as he saw that you weren't pleased to see him again

But, then again, of course, why would you be happy

"Fucking tabloids" he thinks to himself

The swarming fans went wild as they tried to get to Eddie

Eddie jerks his head at the backdoor as you turn your head at it even you think if this was a bad idea to let him get into you again

Still, you want him to talk

The bodyguards blocked the way, so, both of you can have a privacy, you heard the people talking about you

"Who is the mystery girl?" As they all say

Alexis gave you an encouraging smile and a hug before she left you with him

She glares at Eddie who swallowed nervously

He tails behind your back as you went outside, he closes the door blurring out all the noise inside

He doesn't even know where to start as you wrap your arms around yourself ducking your head down, his hands are itching to touch you

"Uh, how are you?"

"I've been good" you lie, you missed him

He nods but if this painfully short conversation ends up like shit, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, so-

"After that night" he brings it up, you get tensed as you look at his hopeful eyes

"I-I think I'm in love you" he said without a single trace of doubt on his voice

Your eyes are glistening to his confession but you take a step back at him as you slowly shake your head

"Eddie, y-you have a quite a reputation" you laugh in disbelief as you tried not to breakdown and cry Infront of him

Does that mean he felt the same way? Like you did?

He knows what you mean by that and he is never proud of it

He doesn't have anyone who looked at him in the way that you looked at him

They only want him because of his rockstar personality but you?

You're aware that he's a big artist in the industry but you treated him like he always wanted to be treated

Is to feel seen and you just interacted him not only he felt the connection but also spiritually

Meeting you was the best refreshing moments of his life

"That's all the in past now, please, I need you and I want you, can you just listen what I have to say?!"

"Are you doing this because you're already tired all of the girls that you have? Am I going to be one of them? No-"

"I tried to forget about you!"

He curses himself when he saw the hurt expression on your face

"I tried, I really really tried, I woke up in that morning and I don't even know what you did to me! I can't seem to get you out of my head!" He takes a step closer to you

"After that night, I don't know what to do with myself like how am I going to see you again?!"

That's how much he misses you? the tears well up in your eyes

Your chest tightens as he moves closer to you as he held both of your forearms

"I woke up every single morning and you're the only one who runs through my mind" he says to you very softly, a voice sounds so small and vulnerable

He cradles your cheek as swipes the fallen tear that runs down

You still haven't responded to him as he kept on going

"I'll give whatever you want, just say something, whatever you need, I'm going to give it to you and I guarantee that you'll be happy and I won't ever make you cry and feel hurt, we'll be together" he pauses as whispers the last line

"I-If that's what you want, if you'll have me" he rests his forehead against yours

"W-What a-about the girls?"

"Those days are over, baby, I only want you nothing more"

You quietly sniffle to his another confession as you look straight into his eyes

"And even you don't want me, I'll fucking die alone"

"Eddie- I"

"Also that night, I've never been with anyone else for so long that it feels like an eternity but when I met you, god, you change me, you put me on like I've never felt before and I still need more, I need you and I want you in my life permanently!"

It's true, his eyes fixed on you as he gauges for your reaction and verdict

"Sweetheart, I-"

You slam your lips over to his as he hums while kissing you back

Gosh, you both missed this

He cuts it off as he furrow his brows at you, looking at you in confusion

"Is that a yes?"

You let the happy tears fall as you hug him "Yes, Eddie, I love you"

You embraced him as you bury your face on his neck as you stand on your tippy toes

He sighs of relief as he carries you and circles you around as he pulls you back to kiss you once again

"I love you too so much" he says as you finally saw the glint of adoration on his eyes that you're terrified to see before

This time, he won't be worry not seeing you again

Because you'll stay forever with him on his side

Like you always wanted in the first place <3

#Spotify #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson supremacy #bruno mars #silk sonic #anderson paak #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[heartfullofleeches]

What if incel reader wants to turn a new leaf but V is making that extremely hard since he's fueling reader's gaming addiction and reader decides to leave him, albeit very reluctantly

(Angst time)

[Guys, I just got my first job! Didn't think anything would come in so soon since I just got my degree. Dont know when I'll have the time to log on, but I'll miss you. Take care.]

It happened again. This is exactly why you rarely played multiplayer anymore. Time and time again, people would detail their milestones in life, never to be seen again. New career. A baby. The list went on and on and on. It made you think about your life. Quitting your job and leeching off someone who gave you his all to play video games nearly twenty four hours a day. It's pathetic. You're pathetic- but you dont want things to stay this way.

You tried so hard to turn yourself around. Applying to jobs in the area, cutting back on your time online. The jobs never got back to you and V would remind you of a new dlc coming to a game you loved, pulling you right back in. V. You don't want to admit it. You wished for a reality where it wasn't true, but he was your biggest obstacle. His care, as well meaning as it was, was weighing you down and leaving you forever a shell of the person you were growing to be. If you wanted to get better, you'd have to let him go.

"H-hey, V. There's something I need to talk to you about. Before I start, I need to say that it isn't you. I love you, but I can't do this. Maybe, in a few years we can meet up and start over, but for now I-"

You choke. Tears flow in your reflection. You break down, crying over the bathroom sink for the millionth time. Even in practice, you can't stop yourself from falling apart. Your cries rebound against the walls, through the crack in the door where angry eyes watch as you wilt away on the bathroom floor. They're torn between comforting you, and breaking your computer to atoms. As much as it bound you to him, V always knew there was a possibility that it could tear you apart just as easily. He decides to take the third option, and quietly leaves the house.

-

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK."

V slams his fist into the steering wheel. He claws at his skin, picking at his filth ridden body and attempting to relieve his air flow as he hyperventilates. You can't leave him. You can't. He can't go back to watching you from afar, wondering how you feel beneath his touch. Having that beautiful grin directed at him. He felt horrible to see you in so much pain, but he refused to accept fault. To let you go. He just had to ease up, give you some of the freedom you so desperately craved.

-

You're sitting on the couch when he finally returns home. He uncharacteristically quiet. You rise, chewing on your lips.

"V, I-"

He hugs you. "It's okay."

Your eyes water. "No, it's not."

"I was here earlier..." He squeezes you tighter. "I heard everything you said."

By the way he shakes, you can tell he's crying too.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be... Let me help you."

"How can you possibly help?"

"My parents. They own a company. We can get you a job. Mail room, office work, it doesn't matter. We can switch off on the housework, go out more. Please...."

"I don't want to lose you, Y/n."

You crumble, sobbing like a baby as you cling onto him and use his shirt to catch your tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You've done so much for me and I was just going to leave."

V hushes you and rubs circles into your back. "It's okay, baby. You'll get better and everything will be okay. Okay?"

You sniffle as he wipes and kisses away your tears. "Okay..."

"Good. I'm gonna go take a quick smoke, but while I do, you go get dressed so we can actually go out tonight. Sound good?"

"Yeah.." You smile a bit. "It does."

"Good." V kisses your forehead and you part ways. Walking outside and leaning against the railing, he pulls put his phone and dials a number. What he didn't expect was an answer on the first ring."

"Hey, Mom?... Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Can you give my partner a job? Nothing too crazy, just something to keep them on their toes. Give them a couple promotions maybe, then fire them in a few months. The cameras in the main building are up to date, right?"

#V my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere angst #yandere drabble

[mncxbe]

Hello 👋 💃 i really love your works *gives lots of love and hugs to you 😘* Gentle Fyodor is REAL!! And i am here for it. Can you do Fyodor x fem reader where they go to a festival together and kiss kiss 💋 in a ferris wheel. You can also include Nikolai as their friend. Because look at this official art 🤤 I can already imagine Nikolai forcing them to take pictures together 😖😳 Thank you!!!

Omg thank you love and yes defo this is so cute and Nikolai would 100% be that friend who randomly takes pictures of everyone shhsjs. Hope you enjoy♡

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Carnival♡

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

"Aww come on guys just one more. Say cheese" grinned the silvery haired man as he held the selfie stick above your heads.

You loosely placed an arm over Fyodor's shoulders and smiled, V-signing with your fingers. Nikolai quickly snapped a picture.

"Aww Dos kun you ruined the picture. Would it hurt to smile a little?" he pouted as he held the phone in front of you. Indeed, both you and Nikolai were smiling but Fyodor had the same impassive expression.

It's been about two hours since the three of you entered the bustling carnival and ever since Nikolai kept taking pictures of you and your boyfriend: next to the souvenir stand, riding the carrousel, eating glazed dango and cotton candy. He never gave you a break, desperate to capture every moment of your trip to the festival.

At first Fyodor didn't mind his friend's antics but they slowly started to get on his nerves. He just wanted to spend a few minutes with you.

That's why when Nikolai started mindlessly scrolling through his gallery Fyodor's fingers intertwined with yours and he gently pulled you away.

"Fedya what are you doing?" you chuckled "We can't leave Kolya like that"

"Shh myshka. We'll get back to him soon I just wanna spend soms time with you"

Your boyfriend guided you through the cheering crowd. The sun was beginning to set and the lampposts flickered to life, illuminating the park. Sweet scents of vanilla and melted sugar lingered in the air as you passed the food caravans on the side of the street.

"Are we going somewhere?" you asked sweetly but Fyodor only nodded.

"You'll see when we get there" he said dismissively as he snaked through the crowd.

Your boyfriend remained silent until the two of you reached your destination: the ferris wheel. He paid the entrance fee to a little boy in a blue yukata and then bowed, gesturing you to step into the cabin.

"After you, myshka" he said in a honeyed voice.

You stepped in the small cabin and took a seat on one of the benches; Fyodor joined you a moment after. The glass doors closed and the little box of metal began its ascension, slowly swaying in the light breeze.

The higher you got the more you could see of the glowing city. The festival park itself gleamed like a pearl, beams of neon lights creating a thin halo over the sea of people.

You gazed out the glass windows with wide eyes. "Look Fedya" you said enthusiatically as you pointed at something in the distance. "There are so many people on the carrousel! It's beautiful"

Your boyfriend barely registered your words; he was too busy relishing the sight of you in your indigo yukata with little koy-fish, sweeping hair gently framing your face. The lights of the city were reflected in your eyes.

Fyodor's heart was swelling with adoration. He scooted closer to you and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"You're more beautiful myshka." he said in a hushed voice.

His tender words caused a light blush to rise to your cheeks.

"My dear. You can't say that"

"And why not?" he added, sliding his thumb over your lower lip as the rest of his fingers came to rest under your chin. "It's the truth. You're enchanting."

The two of you locked gazes for a moment before Fyodor gently cupped your cheek and leaned in, his lips meeting yours. At first the kiss was so gentle, as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid of breaking; but soon enough you slid your fingers up the nape of his neck and tugged at his bun.

"Don't tempt me myshka." he warned when he eventually pulled away from you, eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know what will befall you if you keep up this act."

You only smiled as you kissed him again, this time with more passion. By this time the cabin had already reached the top of the wheel and began slowly descending, but you were too abosorbed in one another to care.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh sounded in the crammed box and Nokolai's head emerged next to you.

"Aww here you are loverbirds. I found you alas. How could you abandon me like that" he cried out, but the wide grin of his face betrayed his cheerful state.

Fyodor hastly pulled away from you, his cheeks a dark shade of red.

"Get lost, Kolya. I don't recall you paying for this ride" he said awkwardly as he spared the man a side glance.

"Ah you're right Dos kun how silly of me. My apologies for interrupting your sweet, sweet moment. You're free to get back to it."

With that the portal closed and Nikolai disappeared, leaving you and Fyodor alone once again.

"He's something else, isn't he?" you asked between giggles, causing Fyodor to sigh.

"He surely is."

Wrapping a hand around your waist the man pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest; your bodies fitting together like two pieces of puzzle. Your ride was coming to an end, the uproar of the crowd growing louder and louder with each second that passed.

"Thanks for taking me on the ferris wheel dear." you beamed as you stepped out of the cabin.

"It was my pleasure, my love."

Your boyfriend offered you his arm and you took it before walking back to the place where you left Nikolai, slowly being engulfed by the sweet scent of caramel and the bustling crowd.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol

[toruro]

blade of hearts

pairing. x. minghao x reader genre. smut (18+), request tags. kn1fe play, ch0king, pet names (angel) w/c. 670+

"are you still sure about this angel?" minghao asks carefully from where he's perched next to you on the bed. your hands are clasped over your bare stomach as you lay your back on the mattress, pressing into the flesh of your stomach and twiddling with your thumbs.

minghao notices the subtle movement, and clasps his large hand over yours on your stomach, holding them firmly down. quickly, you still under him, the warm touch easing your breaths and apprehension.

he sighs when you finally look up at him, eyes tracing over the firmness of his chest, his abdomen, and drinking in the sight of him shirtless. fuck, you'll never get tired of seeing him like this. eyes wide and dark with lust, face lit up by only the dim moonlight that shines through your bedroom window, sweatpants hanging low and letting just a little of his v-line peek out and—god, you need to get a damn grip.

"be honest with me," he murmurs, swiping his thick thumb back and forth over one of your hands as you shift under his touch, "because i really don't want to do anything you don't."

"i'm a little nervous," you admit, hooking your fingers around his hands to intertwine with his, holding your encased hands close to your chest. he nods, reaching his other hand in his pocket, presumably to take it out and toss it away, so you quickly shake your head.

"what?"

"not a bad nervous ..." you clarify, "a good nervous. it's just something new ... but i trust you. i really want to do this too."

minghao's gaze softens at your words, pulling his hand and smoothing it over your forehead before pressing a kiss to the temple of your head and shifting next to you. you're completely naked in front of him and now that you've given him the green light, he looks at you as if he's ready to devour you whole.

"if you want me to stop," he whispers, letting go of your hand to smooth over the plush of your stomach and the curve of your tits, and finally setting his fingers at the base of your neck. "you know what to do." say the word, or tap twice.

absentmindedly, his forefinger traces figure eights over your collarbone before rubbing at the defined hard bumps and curves of your throat. finally, his hand makes his way back into his pocket, and your eyes catch a glimpse of what's been burning in the back of your mind the whole night.

the blade reflects bits of the moonlight, flashing in your vision for a moment before he tilts it and brings it up to your shoulder. minghao watches you carefully, strands of his black hair hanging low over his eyes. you flicker between keeping your gaze on him and the cool knife that is starting to slowly but sure press against your skin, and when you finally mewl at the feeling, minghao grins.

gingerly, he starts to drag the knife over your shoulder blade with one hand while his other starts to wrap itself around your neck, pressing your head even further into the mattress with increasing pressure.

"you look so pretty like this, angel," minghao hums as you squirm when the blade digs into the skin right above your chest, not enough to draw blood but just enough to have a low but pleasurable burn surge through your body.

you feel slightly dizzy—his hands squeezing at your throat makes it harder to concentrate on just one thing, and your mind is left searching for something to hold onto, something to ground yourself. minghao seems to notice your widening eyes and pulls the knife away from your skin and loosening his grip.

"what is it?"

you shake your head, a small smile creeping it's way onto your lips. "nothing just ... i like it," you confess, before blurting out, "can you kiss me?"

minghao chuckles at your innocent request, nodding as both your eyes flutter shut and he presses his wet lips on yours. it's short and calculated, the way his tongue laps against yours and his teeth nibble at your lips, leaving you with a new burning ache when he pulls away.

using the hand that was first on your neck, he directs your own hand up his body, feeling over his chest, slotting it into his hair. your fingers brush against the soft strands, and you gently fist your hand as he goes back to his own grip around your throat.

it somehow feels even more intimate now, when he returns the blade to your upper body, tracing it up and down your chest, grazing over your sensitive nipples and digging into your flesh.

it's maddening, the way you're trusting him with your body, with your senses, with all of you, and as a soft whine slips from your lips when he presses the flat of the knife, cool against your throat, he swears you're both in heaven.

#seventeen imagines #svt smut #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #minghao drabbles #minghao x reader #minghao smut #minghao imagines #xu minghao x reader #the8 smut #the8 x reader #💌 drabbles

[publicmuse]

ᴳᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ ⁰²

𓃭 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝟯 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬｡ 𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚｡ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡｡ 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠!

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢. 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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*Credit to the rightful owners for pictures/media used.*

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For Someone… 1: Singing and Sighing [Knight of Wands, VII of Wands, The Lovers VI, IX of Cups, Page of Cups Rx, Bottom Deck: VI of Swords Rx] Your passions have gotten the best if you. You’ve gone head first into a situation that has left you juggling a bit. You've stayed afloat and spent long hours working out the kinks from the past that have slowed you down from faster completion. If you were in a bachelor/bachelorette phase indulging in intimacy and lust, I see that you've chilled out or left all your lovers behind for the time being. There is at least a significant decrease in the time you send with them at least. You could be someone who avoids routine at all cost because you never want to remember any day the same. realizing only now that you have come to a point in your life where your noticing just how much of yourself you leave behind with others. I see an image of someone sitting in a recliner in an office at night, smoking a cigar/blunt while speaking to an old friend on the phone. In a serious tone the man says "I can't continue the way I've been with you. I'm leaving town for a while so I'm not sure when we'll reconnect." The masculine is very dry in his speech to these lovers causing heartbreak even if not intended. There is this energy of being fed up with what's presented. I see someone wishing for a new flame. This is coming from the point of view of a masc wanting to manifest the ideal feminine (This could be you or someone else in your energy field. Use discernment to place the energies in the right perspective). The masculine really doesn't care to much about the feelings of others at this current moment, that sounds harsh but they feel that direct honesty is the best policy right now. They know that their current choices keep them from meeting the ideal that they have deep hope is real.

Clarifiers: [Knight of Swords, King of Swords, Wheel of Fortune(X) Rx, V of Swords, Queen of Swords Rx, Queen of Wands] A classic case of seeing where your lies get you. If you the reader are the masculine, you feel devastated about the wasted time and the disappointment you've caused others. Lots of swords here. you've been working on your throat chakra and working out how to channel your seduction skills through your new moral mediums. This could have been triggered because a match has been met. A feminine energy used the same tactics on this masculine and only then did they see the truth of their ways. This caused heavy self reflection. This situation knocked the libido right out of the knight of Wands transforming him into the King of swords.

Final Advice: [Co- Create (40), Loyal Heart (35)] If the storyline resonate with you as the masculine energy then you'll need to continue on your path of enlightenment. This was a lesson not a person for you to hold possession onto for the rest of eternity. You had to learn how to create your life to fit around your universal destiny. If you resonated with the feminine energy then you'll have to make sure that your staying true to your values and not getting lost like the masculine has before. Being truthful about your feelings and seeing your relationships as a collaboration not just a side part of your life's story. Both need to appreciate the moments they have with others or they'll constantly be going through these same lesson with each other or different people until they learn.

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2: solving an issue [IX of Swords, The Lovers (VI), The High Priestess (II), The Hermit (IX), Page of Swords, Page of Wands, Page of Pentacles Rx, Bottom Deck: The Sun] You could be flying somewhere soon. This could be an abrupt trip. I'm getting the feeling you're running away from something. You went across the world/country to reset your mind (this could be a physical move or the fact that you pulled your energy back from them. With 3/4 pages on the table represent how close you are to gaining your Knighthood . By knighthood I mean you are moving up to a more full frontal position, and this is time where you're more observant and catching what is normally hidden. You may find out someone has been lying to you recently. Someone very close to you. I'm getting someone that you've grown up with and have spent lots of time with, you may have even taken trips and vacations with this person. You could have started having problems with this person after you ranked up to this new position. You started to enjoy activities with yourself, helping you explore your self confidence. This person noticed that you started to pull your time and energy back and felt personally offended. They knew that they really didn't have a reason to be upset so they resorted to watching you from afar. When you post a story this person is always the first to watch or the first person to like your posts. Since you moved away they could be talking about you to others form a bitter heart. You can see how this person feels towards you through their unaware facial expressions. Your intuition was screaming every time you came around this person.

Advice: [King of Swords, The Emperor IV, III of Cups, V of cups, Queen of Pentacles, II of Swords] Whoever this is to you, you're gonna have to make a decision on whether to confront this person or just let them go completely. This won't be easy at all I'm sorry to say. You're going to have to be disciplined with the choices you make. If you choose to go against what your feeling, this will keep you stuck in an uncomfortable situation that will become even more so over time. Please take some time out to speak to your mind and meditate so that you can have discernment with this person and situation.

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3: who's smoking and sulking

[6 of arrows (swords), Strength VIII (healing), Death XIII (Sunset), 3 of Bowls RVS (cups)] 

In this deck the six of Arrows (Swords) shows a woman who is looking out to the sun that’s right over the horizon, reflecting brightly over the waters. The beams from the sun seem to outline the figures hair giving a halo effect. The water showing colors of blue and green. This scene is encircled in what looks to me like a portal of some sort. This person stands outside of the portal with a broken in half arrow lying next to their feet. The traditional meaning of this card signifies travel, and when matched with these images I can only conclude that you are traveling the depths of your mind. You’re feeling at odds with your environment and it’s causing lack of patience, and this frantic rushing energy. That’s not good for your heart physically or spiritually. I sense you’re going through a drastic change in perspective on everything your mind can reference. You could be researching a lot of historical topics or science, maybe evolution. Telepathic connection could be important in some way to your research. There is an emphasis on the human connection with animals and evolution (idk, maybe this is what you need to research, it could bring you the answers you need). This could also just simply be a message to go outside even if it’s not how you prefer it to be. If you are embodying the hibernating Bear, spirt wants you to remember that you are human and you need to get fresh oxygen from outside (I just heard someone say, “but I have my indoor plants.” lol, they are not producing what you need please 😭). I see that this could have been prompted by discussions you’ve had in the past. I’m getting a situation where family is conversing on a current event topic and you’re just sitting there nodding your head to shit opinions. You want to contribute but you aren’t confident in the info you have to even form your own opinion. Basically, you are becoming a responsible and wise person who gathers evidence before they judge and speak. I’m getting that you have a lot of expressive people around you, but you feel silenced in some way. You could have been getting all your information from others and have now realized the injustice that is to your own brain and soul. You could be someone exploring converting religions or just tapping out of online identity politics. There are two cards represented by sunsets (6 of arrows and death) and that’s all about putting the days behind you to rest and preparing for the days ahead. If you are unsure whether you should be going down this rabbit hole, you must rebalance your connection with yourself (The feminine self) to truly know the right path to take. A suggestion would be to spend less time in busy crowded areas. If your home is the busy crowded area, try and find somewhere you can go to spend less hours of the day around other people’s energy. This will naturally prompt all parts of yourself to start recognizing each other again.  

(Being on socials heavily is also the equivalent of being in a busy crowded area) 

Extra card: Empress (Bounty) 

This card flew out when I was trying to move the deck out of the way, and it landed horizontal facing south (Southern regions could be significant). This tells me that you are well into your rejuvenating process and coming back to that empress confidence. You will be able to express yourself and not feel rattled even in the face of humiliation. That’s some truly powerful energy, congratulations! I’m also getting a message that there could be a matriarchal ancestor from the spiritual realm trying to connect to you. This is also giving me the symbolism of Persephone. You may need to read up on her story and what she represents to get in tune with your empress energy. The matriarchal ancestor trying to connect could be a Virgo, Leo or these placements could be prominent within their chart or energy. They also could have been a really good cook and always hosted gatherings at their home. They would feed anybody who was around, if you were at their house you were prepared to be asked 100 times if your hungry (This person is so sweet).

Final Advice:

[6 of Swords, The Empress III, The Fool 0, 6 of Pentacles RVS, 8 of Cups RVS]  

I honestly feel with these cards you should be the one giving me advice. With the empress repeating itself and the fool following I’m sensing that you need to make sure that you enjoy every moment of this newfound energy, but be careful straying away from a humble perspective to an egotistical one. Do not use this energy to shit on the people of your past (That happens already with the presence of the energy, you don’t have to force humble anyone else. That is not your job). It is important to be aware that you handle the empress power responsibly because you can easily knock yourself off balance back to how you were before. Then you will have to go through the whole rebuild process again and I don’t think that’s at all where you want to be. The more cycles it takes to learn a lesson the harder it gets to come back to center please be mindful.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍: 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝, Medicine woman Tarot

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[imagine-shenanigans]

I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

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Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

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[ametistacollinsworld]

✮ Uzi x N x V x Stoic! Apathetic! Reader ✮

My 24 request! Hope you like!

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Uzi, a female worker drone, who had somehow gotten into a poly relationship with two murder drones, presumably because of N giving her puppy dog eyes.

You… you were a strange creature in the eyes of Uzi, N and V, being so apathetic and stoic all the time, not that they didn't find you interesting, on the contrary, they found you strangely attractive for some reason.

You were minding your own business, sitting in a car near your campsite, just customizing a knife with cool stickers you've found. When you heard footsteps and some voices, seeming to belong to three different individuals, you didn't move anyway- now looking in the direction of the three drones.

The male murder drone must have noticed you, as he was silent stopping the worker drone and the other murder drone with his arms in front of them.

" Why the hell did we stop N? There's nothing here! " The female worker drone spoke in an irritated tone looking at "N".

" Ugh.. what a bummer.. " The female murder drone muttered shortly thereafter, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.

" We have company.. " N said in a low tone looking towards you, soon being followed by the two female drones.

" Hello " You said without emotion, looking back at your knife without moving a muscle. The worker drone gave you a suspicious look, approaching slowly.

" Who are you exactly? " Uzi asked looking at you intensely.

" Why should I tell you that? " You asked still with a serious expression, in an almost mocking tone, but that wasn't the case, just being a real question. She snorted in response, while the female murder drone giggled.

" I like them " V said with a smile seeing Uzi's irritated expression.

" Why do I have two murder drones with me that can kill you? " Uzi asked giving you a winning smirk. You looked at her in silence.

" Is that it? If it is, you'll never know who I am anyway " You said simply, tucking your knife into your bag. Uzi was silent with that answer.

" Ooowwwnn… that hurt so baaad! You completely broke Uzi! Hahaha- " V spoke in a mischievous tone, then giving a big laugh like a hyena leaning on N who was confused with what to do.

" I- Damn it! J-just tell me! " Uzi said quickly stuttering as her cheeks flushed. You let out a small sigh in contemplation.

" My name is (Y/n)..nice to meet you, Uzi…N.. and who would you be? " You ask looking at the female murder drone who seemed to have recovered from laughing.

" Names V for you " V said giving you an amused smile. You nodded.

" Nice to meet you.. " You said simply, soon getting out of the car and starting to walk to your campsite.

" H-hey! Wait! I'm not done yet! " Uzi yelled starting to run after you.

" U-uzi! W-wait! You shouldn't run! You might slip and fall! " N shouted worriedly following Uzi.

" Best day ever " V said with an amused smile following behind the three of you.

So, after that you guys somehow managed to form a friendship, which followed with the three drones asking you to enter in their relationship, which you surprisingly accepted.

Most of the time, the contact affection would have to come from them, but that didn't mean you didn't care and like them, always bringing them things you found and thought they would like, even customizing some to be more on their personal taste.

" Why are you guys with me? " You ask snuggling deeper into the middle of N and V. Uzi looks away from her book to stare at you.

" I really don't know.. Why are we with them N? " Uzi asks giving N a serious look, which he reflects for a moment.

" Why… they are nice, cute…and funny? " N said slowly with a nervous smile not wanting to piss off the worker drone. Uzi snorts slightly.

" It could even be- I just don't know the funny part " Uzi says rolling her eyes playfully. V lets out a small giggle at that.

" You say that because (Y/n)'s humor roasts your ass- " V said being cut off by Uzi letting out an irritated growl.

" Shut up V! (Y/n) didn't 'roast' my ass! " Uzi grumbled, making V laugh and N let out a small chuckle muffled by his hand, you just looked on in silence.

" W-well they kind of did Uzi- " N tried to speak but was interrupted by a book being thrown in his face which made V laugh louder.

You really loved them.

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[a-lover-and-her-beloved]

Good Girl Yandere NSFW Alphabet 💋

⚠️🚨 warnings: sexual content and yandere behavior obvi, mentions of blood/death, sexual activity in a public place, perv shit, high-key stalker activity🚨⚠️

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

More than a little overwhelmed. Very giggly and wanting to be close to you. You'll definitely get lots of cuddles from her.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's hard for her to pick a favorite part of your body, she just likes anywhere on you. Wrapping her arms around your neck, smearing hot wet kisses all over your skin, she adores every single part of your body and isn't afraid to make sure you know that.

She's extremely fascinated by her own tits, specifically how you react to them. As soon as she clocks that you like them, they instantly become her favorite body part on herself, and she's more than willing to show them off with deep v-necks and spaghetti straps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Has a bit of a fixation on your cum and will rub it into her skin as if it's perfume. The way it tastes, the consistency, she just loves it. She could absolutely drown in your cum and thank god for a wonderful death.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time she ever broke into your dorm, she touched herself in your bed. She didn't really know what she was doing, just working off instinct, but being surrounded by pillows and blankets that smelled like you did half the work anyway.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolutely not. You were one of the first non-family members she'd ever met. But she's a fast (and eager) learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Loves any position where you guys are close, and she likes to see your face when she can.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She's very giggly, but more out of nervousness and delight than necessarily humor.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She has no reference for this kind of thing, so she's probably au naturel. But once sex is on her radar, she'll probably start trimming.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

Starry-eyed and blissful, it's impossible not to feel like the most beautiful thing in the world when you're with her. She's truly enamored with every little bit of you, and she's quite a romantic. Flowers, candles, anything for you. She wants the experience to reflect exactly how magical she feels that it is, and even if you two are going at it like rabbits in the backseat of your car, she'll still make it seem like the most profoundly romantic night in the world with how she looks at you with such reverence.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Again, she doesn't really know how. She goes mostly off instinct, chasing what feels good. She would love for you to teach her how to touch herself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

HEAVY corruption kink (receiving obviously), would love being tied up or gagged, definitely has a thing for being groped and felt up by you (including in public, makes her happy to show other people that she's yours), and probably some free use (receiving again).

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

She loves touching you or being touched by you anywhere, any time. But she definitely has a preference for riskier/spicier places. Think like making out with you on top of the desk of a professor you don't like, whining into your neck as you finger her in the stall of a public bathroom, eating you out in the middle of an empty lecture hall, begging for you in a crowded movie theater, she's kind of unhinged. The woods, the grocery store, your house, her house, Starbucks parking lot, no broom closet is safe, behind a Denny's, the fucking ruins of Chernobyl, she'd pretty much fuck you anywhere. However, her very very favorite place to get down 'n dirty? The funeral of someone who got a little too close to you for comfort.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. Just- you. Your hair, your smile, your laugh, the veins in your arms, the smell of your perfume, literally anything that she even associates with you will get her hot and bothered. But chiefly, whenever you get jealous/possessive/protective of her, when you show her how to do something, when you help her with doing something, and if you ever manhandle her in any way. Also, if you ever pin her wrists above her head? She'll fold like a cheap tent.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She doesn't share you. Ever. But anything else is absolutely fair game, she has problems.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

The first time she gives you an orgasm from giving you head, it's all she wants to do for the rest of her life. She gives you four in a row and you actually have to card your fingers through her hair and pull her off of you so that you can get a break. The taste and feel of you, not to mention the sounds you make, drives her absolutely crazy.

And the first time you eat her out? She thinks she's died and gone to heaven. Moaning, blushing, and writhing underneath you, she actually gains marbles that she didn't have just to lose them.

All in all, it's pretty evenly split, but she loves giving just a teensy bit more.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As much of a romantic as she is, she's too eager to take her time as much as she'd like to. But after the first two or three rounds, she'll be able to be slower and more sensual with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She can try, but she's rarely ever able to let you go until at least two hours.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Abso-freaking-lutely. She's too shy to suggest things, so she'll just subtly hint at you when she wants to try something new (it's not subtle at all even a little bit). With the exception of any kind of sharing you, as long as you're involved she'll get some decent enjoyment out of it. Her rule of thumb is generally the more depraved the better.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

She doesn't last very long, and it's happened more than once that she's finished completely untouched just from giving you head. But she's completely insatiable. She's not done until both of you are panting and shaking.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She definitely doesn't own any herself, but she's very curious about them and would LOVE you to use toys on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She doesn't have the patience for teasing, she's gotta have you now. However, she is extremely susceptible to teasing from you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She's a whiner. Whining, moaning, whimpering, she'll make the most sinful sounds for you and be entirely unashamed.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When she was particularly down bad, she once broke into your ex's car to touch herself with a pair of your stolen underwear. Don't ask.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

She's pretty skinny (though disturbingly surprisingly pretty strong), with perky tits and long legs.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

She's dealt with a lot of repression, both sexually and otherwise. So when you open those floodgates, there's a LOT that's there. And even when you finally get past the initial result of all her sexual frustration, she's still rather insatiable.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She'll tire you both out thoroughly. If there's a really big mess, she will clean you guys up just enough to go to sleep because you both will be EXHAUSTED. On the off chance though that you guys make it into a bath or a shower? She'll want another round.

#i got carried away #yandere writing #yandere concept #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere smut

[hella1975]

HELLA HOW DID YOU LIKE UNREAL UNEARTH?? FAVORITES??

finally finally FINALLY listening to this album im literally sat here laptop open finger on the play button genius page up ready to just spew out any thought i have in real time. let's go!

de selby pt1 - i forgot how much i fucking love hozier's lyricism. he just gets it. he's a master at his craft it's truly an honour to exist in the same time as him. this song is so calm but in a haunting way, like the stillness of fog on a lake in the morning. your reflection cant offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself. okay!!! OMG THE IRISH!! absolutely adore how vocal hozier is about his culture and even just how much his accent comes through on this album compared to earlier tracks. also love how the intensity builds in this part of the song this whole thing is stunning

de selby pt2 - THE WAY IT SLIDES RIGHT INTO PART 2! LOVE LOVE LOVE! very different vibe but it works. i love how there's always so many layers to hozier songs. like de selby alone has the actual song meaning AND the references to the third policeman AND its relevance to the circles of hell that we keep throughout the album. as far as media consumption goes hozier has never once failed to deliver an entire banquet. also love the whole 'becoming each other' of it all with de selby. ouroboros love. hannah have u seen this

first time - this feels like he's singing in a pub somewhere u love to see it. the liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same! unearth without a name! some part of me must have died the first time you called me baby! this is v classic hozier imo just the most gorgeous love song u ever heard. also i love the themes of light/dark he's weaving into all these songs. girls when there are themes and symbolism <333

francesca - YEAHHHHHH i could talk about this song for HOURS there's so much going on it is so far my fave of the album ID TELL THEM PUT ME BACK IN IT! insanity. if a man sang about me this way id throw up blood

i, carrion (icarian) - insane song name. hello. what the fuck. is this about icarus. did hozier himself actually write a song about icarus. one sec. OH MY GOD HE DID WHAT THE FUCKKKK. "this song has tried to imagine that he was so enamored and so breathless and so ecstatic in the moment that he felt the air rushing by him, that he never knew he died" THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON. beautiful gorgeous im inconsolable cheers for that

eat your young - LETS GOOOOOO. cuntism off the charts. i listen to this at least once a day

damage gets done - circle of greed time! 'we had nowhere to go and every desire for going there' 'being blamed for a world we had no power in' god :')) the HARMONIES!!!! this is exactlyyy what being young is like good and bad. this is such a car song

who we are - I JUST HELD IT TIGHT SO SOMEONE WITH YOUR EYES MIGHT COME IN TIME TO HOLD ME LIKE WATER OR CHRIST HOLD ME LIKE A KNIFE WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK NO ONE FUCKING TALK TO ME. the uncertainty of growing up that he tackles in this, finding purpose, grappling with the fact there isn't always one. the last verse going soft and gentle. what was the NEED for this

son of nyx - another mythology reference! im crawling up the wall. ohhh it's instrumental! just looked at the meaning behind this and wow. this is beautiful

all things end - ADORE this song and the message of it. literally if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact they didn't do it right!!!!!! and all things end!! and we begin again!!!! i just know zukka nation is going to go crazy with the parenthesis titles after this one

to someone from a warm climate - this is such a cool idea for a love song. like being from somewhere cold so you know how to stay warm, and saying to someone from a warm climate that it's okay if they don't know those things because you'll do it for them. the domestic, casual affection of that. it's not a bold declaration it's just confirmation that i'll keep the bed warm for you. that's all there is. that's all there needs to be

butchered tongue - ive already read some stuff about this one and ive been really itching to listen to it. the way he alternates between singing about the violence of the english against the irish (particularly the wexford rebellion) and the loss of culture there to how it relates to violence and loss of culture experienced by natives of countries on the complete other side of the world, how he's able to identify with that while still acknowledging that his language at least has a written history that can be recovered, while many native cultures dont even have that. there's no translator left to sound a butchered tongue still singing here above the ground. this whole thing is just. haunting and the fact such a big singer like hozier is taking so much time and care to talk about and spread awareness about ireland is very very cool to see

anything but - VIBE CHANGE! THIS MAKES ME WANT TO DANCE OMG! more water themes too omg i love this 'if i had his job you'd live forever' DAMN 😭 me personally i wouldnt have that. also the repetition of all the things he wants to be sooo true that's the human condition baby!

abstract (psychopomp) - ive been thinking about making a post for TIME about like. the desensitisation to death that you get from growing up in a rural area so listening to this is sooooo. like yeah. you remember the first animal you saw die don't you. you know the smell. the look in its eyes. see how it shines. see how it shines. this is an insane thing to write a song about. and to tie it to love? humanity? and the ongoing undercurrent of the circles of hell? CRAZYYYYY. this song is religious. to me. it's also very coldplay sounding actually? which is only ever a good thing

unknown/nth - HELLOOOOOO YOU KNOW THE DISTANCE NEVER MADE A DIFFERENCE TO ME!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW I COULD BREAK BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF THE GOODNESS LOVE I STILL CARRY FOR YOU???? THAT ID WALK SO FAR JUST TO TAKE THE INJURY OF FINALLY KNOWING YOU?????? lyrics of all time. caving my own skull. top 3 songs on the album

first light - light themes again!!! dante surfacing from hell!!! the end of a journey quite literally!!! he can't keep getting away with this!! i love how... heavy? this gets in places. like it's got all the instruments and backing vocals all going at once with his voice overarching everything it's amazing. this is a perfect end song <3

#and there we have it!!!! favourites are francesca. i carrion. eat your young. abstract and unknown nth #ask #hozier #unreal unearth

[eating-plastic]

Out of the Rain: Willy x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is +18! Get outta here, creeps!), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex (remember to use protection irl people!), creampie, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, light bondage (you know this man would be good at tying knots😏) , dom!Willy, sub!reader, swearing, secret relationship, sweet!Willy before and after the deed, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2344 words

A/N: Who wants some smut? I certainly do! Welcome to my second nsfw fic with a new old man. I've been a bit of a lurker in the Stardew Valley fandom for a while now, and it's a shame that the game has such handsome older men that you can't romance. Oh, well. That's what fanfiction is for! To anyone that feels the same way as me, this is for you. Enjoy!

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Weather just loved to take you by surprise. Whenever it looked like rain, it would suddenly become bright and sunny as you left the farm with your umbrella and raincoat. Whenever it was sunny, you would be forced to dunk into buildings or run back home in your soaked clothes. It seems like mother nature just loves to make you feel ridiculous.

Today was no different. You decided to head to the beach for a bit of fishing in a pretty, teal sundress and hat. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and you were looking for a good excuse to get lost in your thoughts, as fishing often provided you. You usually reflected on plans you had, but your mind kept on drifting to the Flower Festival that was coming up next week. You were planning something a bit big with a certain someone after you and him had a small discussion about it.

The idea made you giddy and nervous at the same time. You typically never cared about what people thought, but now you were in a town with what you perceived as a smaller number of people that wouldn't be so judgmental about your relationships. Then again, life was too short to keep things like that secret.

Just your luck though, as soon as you had found your spot and were about to cast your line, you felt a raindrop on your nose.

'Oh no,' you look up at the sky and sigh at the sight of dark storm clouds. 'Of course. Yoba, why?'

Fortunately, you had a saving grace not too far away and it was just sprinkling, now. You just had to get there before he left for the saloon.

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The clock struck 5, and Willy had finished tidying up his shop a bit. His back was turned away from the door to look for his umbrella, as the rain was now coming down hard. He didn't turn his back even as he heard the door open.

"Sorry, shop's closed up. You'll have to trek back here, tomorrow," he said nonchalantly.

"Uh, Willy?"

At the sound of your voice, a smile forms on his face and he turns around to greet you, only for his face to drop when he sees you.

"Yoba, lass! You look like you washed up on shore!"

You were entirely soaked, with your sundress clinging to you like a second skin, your shoes being flooded, and your hat having been blown away in the wind, causing your face and hair to lose what little protection it could have provided.

Willy quickly made his way over to you, wrapping his rough hands around your arms and rubbing them to try and warm you up.

"You're shaking like a leaf, love. What were you doing out in a storm like that?"

"I didn't know," you say in-between your shivering. "Can you walk me back to my farm?"

"That's too far, dear. You're better off staying over at my place before you get a cold," he takes your hands into his own and raises them to his mouth to blow warm air onto them. "Here, let me go get my umbrella, and we'll get you dry in no time."

He moves back to where he was searching, and you instantly miss his presence. Willy was like a natural heater, which your shaking figure needed. You tried to replicate his actions to keep warm, but they didn't really help much.

"Aha! There you are," he presents his umbrella and quickly moves back to your side. "Alright, love. Let's get you warmed up."

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You sat close to the fireplace within Willy's humble abode, while he went to fetch you a towel and one of his shirts. When he returns to you, he lets out a sympathetic huff. He kneels down beside you and wraps you up in a dark green towel he had snatched from his bathroom.

"There you go, lass. Just take it easy, now," he presses a kiss to your temple, which you hum at. "Got a dry shirt for you by the sofa. Change into it when you feel ready, okay?"

You nod and lean into the old fisherman, which causes him to let out a chuckle of endearment.

"Now, then. Why don't we get you something warm to drink, hm?" he stands up to head into his kitchen. You continue to stare at the hypnotic dance of the flames before you. Mother nature once again made a fool out of you, and now you were feeling guilty that you were currently keeping your older boyfriend from the saloon.

"Here you go, dear. A nice cup of tea to warm your pretty, lil' self up," Willy hands you a mug, before sitting down beside you with a glass of whiskey in his other.

"You're drinking before heading to the saloon?" you ask.

"Not heading to the saloon, tonight," he wraps one of his arms around you to pull you closer. "Gotta take care of my girl, don't I?"

"But weren't you planning on hanging out with Elliot this week?"

"It's just one day, lass. He'll understand," that makes you confused.

"Does...does he know about us?"

"He's smart. I think he suspects something," this causes you to tense up, but Willy squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. "There is nothing to worry about, love. Elliot's a nice lad, not one to make nasty comments about things like this."

You hoped he was right. You and him knew your relationship was a bit unconventional even when it was platonic, so you agreed to keep it under wraps. Of course, the more you keep quiet about something, the more you wished you didn't. That's why you both came to the agreement that you would make your relationship public at the Flower Festival, promising to try to not let any scrutiny from your fellow villagers get under your skin.

"I hope you're right," you snuggle into Willy's neck.

"Everyone's gonna know eventually," a smirk forms on his face. "It's gonna be nice finally introducing you as my beautiful, little skipper."

You squeal as he begins to pepper your neck in kisses, giggling as his beard tickles your soft skin. Before he pulls away, you feel a tinge of a familiar warmth form in your stomach, beginning to crave a different kind of heat. Still, you try to push those thoughts aside and continue to enjoy the sweet cuddling, occasional kisses to your cheek or temple, and your beverage.

When Willy gets up to take your mug and refill his glass however, those thoughts come back, and you realize just how uncomfortable your wet dress is. So you stand up, letting the towel fall from your shoulders, and push the straps of your dress down.

The soak fabric pools around your ankles leaving you in just your damp panties.

Willy almost drops his second glass of whiskey when he returns to you. He quickly composes himself though, and smirks while watching how the golden glow of the fire illuminates you.

"And here I thought you were freezing," he jests and makes his way towards you.

"I am. I just want to warm up in a different way," you explain. "Besides, my dress was getting uncomfortable."

Willy sits down on the sofa behind you, slowly sipping his glass and not taking his eyes off you. He then sets the glass down on a side table before uttering a command to you.

"Come here, love."

You turn and straddle his waist, quickly being met with something hard under your ass. It amazed you how quickly Willy could get worked up, especially at his age, but you weren't going to complain. As soon as you're comfortable, he grabs the back of your head and roughly smashes your lips into his.

He wasn't always a rough man during sex, most notably when you both first started, but ever since he made his rougher side known, you've found yourself craving it more. You moan at the feeling of his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and his calloused hands explores your body, grabbing and groping whatever he wants. As his lips move from your own to your neck, you start grinding yourself against him. He groans at the feeling, before threading his thick fingers into your hair and yanking your head back to look at him.

"Stay here, love. I'm gonna go grab something," Willy's voice is low and he pats your rear to get you to move off of him. You sit on the sofa and let out a huff of frustration while he disappears to find what he was looking for. You hate the lack of friction in-between your legs, and rub your thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve it.

When the older man returns, the sight of him makes you whine. His hat was gone and his dark gray hair looked messy, as if he was rubbing his hands through it. His shirt was also gone, revealing a torso covered in small scars, salt and pepper hair that dusted his chest, and a soft stomach. What really thrills you though, is when your eyes fall upon the short rope in his right hand. He slowly approaches to sit beside you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"Wrists together, lass," he asserts in a low voice. You do what you are told. With your wrists bound, Willy pushes you down onto the couch and wastes no time to pull your wet panties from your body.

"My girl wants to get warmed up, huh?" he pushes your arms above your head, before landing his hands under your thighs. "I'll warm her up, alright."

Your legs are spread apart and Willy lowers his head to place a kiss to your lower lips, slick with your arousal. You gasp and squirm underneath him, trying to undo the binds on your wrists. He chuckles at this, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure, before dragging his tongue from your dripping entrance to your clit. His actions are slow, almost torturing, which causes you to whine and try to grind yourself against his face.

His hands move from your thighs to your hips, holding them steady and pausing your feeble attempts at trying to get off.

"Aw, what's the matter, love? Am I not warming you up enough?" Willy chuckles darkly at your desperate face. You shake your nod and whimper.

"No, I'm not? Well then...let's see if this works," his lips find your clit and harshly suck on the sensitive bud, causing you to moan loudly. He then moves one of his hands from your waist to your pussy, shoving two of his thick fingers inside of you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. You continue to squirm, desperately wanting to grab something as a brace, but being unable to because of your bound wrists.

Willy continues to suck on your clit and scissor his fingers within you, even after you warned him that you were going to cum. He wanted you to make a mess on his mouth and digits. Your moans become screams as your orgasm grew closer and closer, until you couldn't hold back anymore.

The old fisherman in-between your legs eagerly laps up your juices, wetting his beard without a care in the world. He only stops once you beg him to, wanting your sensitive pussy to get a break. Of course, that break only lasts a couple of seconds.

The next thing you know, Willy flips your body over so you are now laying on your stomach. He impatiently undoes his belt and yanks down his pants and boxers, causing his thick cock to spring free. Your hips are then in his grasp, quickly lining your wet hole up with the tip, and pushing himself all the way inside of you.

You sob out at being so harshly filled and stretched out. You love the stinging sensation, and you only love it more as Willy roughly fucks his dick in and out of you. The pain and pleasure melt together in a way that makes you feel intoxicated, and you can’t help but thank mother nature for chasing into the older man’s arms, home, and onto his length.

"Yeah? You like that. love? Huh? Fuck!," Willy groans out, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Ye-ah! Yes! Yes! I-I do...I'm-hah!" you try to announce your imminent release, but the feeling of rough fingertips against your clit causes your sentence to fall apart.

"You wanna cum, lass? Go ahead. Cum all over my cock," Willy lets out through gnashed teeth.

At that, you cum hard on his dick. The feeling of your pussy squeezing his length causes the older man to follow suit, flooding your cunt with his seed. He then falls onto his forearms in exhaustion, but still trying not to crush you.

The only sounds heard within the home now, was the crackling of the fire and rain hitting the roof. Once Willy gains his breath, he pulls out of you, undoes the rope around your wrists, and moves so he is laying on the sofa and you're laying on top of him. One of his hands rubs circles into your back, while the other holds one of your wrists so he can gently rub and kiss the welts left by your bonds.

"Well, love, did that warm you up?" a tired laugh is pulled from you, and a kiss is placed onto the older man's lips.

"Yeah, I'd say it did more than enough," you smile. He smiles back, until he notices that the rain outside had started to slow.

"You staying over for the night?"

"Of course," you nuzzle your face into Willy's neck, getting comfortable. "Besides, I don't think I'll be walking until tomorrow anyways."

"Fair enough," he says after chuckling. He then tightens his hold on you, and places a kiss on your head.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Willy."

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv willy #sdv willy x fem!reader #sdv willy x reader #x reader #rita writes

[vwritesaus]

v's masterpost

hello and welcome!! i'm v and i love to write--fics, poetry and some original work (when the mood hits). and as my username states, i also write and am very fond of AUs

all of my fics save a few drabbles can be found on my ao3 (@/vwritesaus) and my main blog is @a-thousand-unread-pages ✨ i also craft in my spare time, particularly embroidery ♡

my inbox is always open so send me in your asks, headcannons, whatever you like! i'm always down to chat, even if i take a million years to respond (just as a warning!)

i love a lot of books, manga and anime, but you'll mainly see fics for my current and everlasting obsessions:

the shadowhunter chronicles (specifically the infernal devices & the last hours)

haikyuu!!. love those little giant volleyball idiots so damn much.

also tid/tlh fans, please check out @alastairstom for her AMAZING fics (ao3 @/thegirlofthorns) and my best girl @agnes-draws's art which will leave you screaming and believe in love again

so without further ado, here's my work below the cut!!

the shadowhunter chronicles:

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed *tumblr include the last chain of preview posts and completed fic/chapter links

a (two few) hundred hearts (thomastair, t, 20.5k): tumblr (previews, final) | ao3

timeless (the last hours, m, 17.k) (1/?): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: coming soon

dear christopher (the last hours, t, 24.1k) (3/5): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: tumblr | ao3 - chapter 3: tumblr (preview, final) | ao3 - chapter 4: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 5: coming soon

breathe (thomastair, t, 4.4k): tumblr | ao3

what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) (thomastair, t, 9.6k): tumblr | ao3

hygge (thomastair, t, 2.6k): tumblr | ao3

paper lace, sealed with a kiss (thomastair, TBA): tumblr | ao3

random wip snippets: pt 1 | pt 2

haikyuu!!

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed

outliers (tsukikage/yamayachi, m, 4.5k) (1/12): ao3

it’s complicated (kogagoshi/kinkuni, m, 3k) (1/?): ao3

on the trail of lemon leaves (bokuaka, t, 3.2k) (1/?): ao3

press start (iwaoi/matsuhana, m, 9.4k) (2/?): ao3

in lover’s eyes, there is… (sakuatsu/sunaosa, t, 26k): ao3

whispers in a fox’s ear (sakuatsu, m, 34.1k): ao3

at the edge of the blue hour (bokuaka, t, 9.7k) (2/4): ao3

when i fall, don’t let me drown (bokuaka/kuroken, m, 44.1k): ao3

in gold, blue and pale pink (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 5.2k): ao3

the line (we cannot see) that connects our stars (yamayachi, g, 3.4k): ao3

among inked flowers (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

breath of the sun (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

if home is where… (matsuhana/iwaoi, t, 15.6k) (2/5): ao3

reflected in prismed moonlight (bokuaka, g, 2.4k): tumblr | ao3

achivement unlocked: cutie acquired (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 4.6k): ao3

perfect? (kagehina, g, 2.4k): ao3

fugue (kuroken, t, 1.6k): tumblr | ao3

blinded (iwaoi/matsuhana, t, 26.5k): tumblr | ao3

the shadowhunter chronicles: 

coming soon

haikyuu!!: 

long ago, i saw a fallen star… (bokuaka, t, 879): ao3

upon the darkest blue (tsukikage, g, 875): tumblr | ao3

bad liar (iwaoi)

hands (bokuaka)

lucky (iwaoi)

movie date (kuroken)

umbrella (matsuhana)

missing you (daisuga)

winter (kagehina)

baking (bokuaka)

birthday (iwaoi)

zines:

coming soon (haven't posted any of my zine pieces yet lol)

crafts:

hinata + meat bun embroidery

#finally got around to doing this ajksdhasd #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #haikyuu!! #hq!! #thomastair #jordelia #arianna #kagehina #bokuaka #kuroken #iwaoi #tsukikage #tsukkiyama #yamayachi #matsuhana #daisuga #kogagoshi #kinkuni #sakuatsu #sunaosa #masterpost

[booboodaddysblog]

Teasing

Part two

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, jealousy, p in v, oral, argument, punishment, blood

Word: 3020

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How does it feel when you love someone, but can't be with them? Or that person does not want to be in your company? It's not nice even a little bit when someone punishes us by keeping quiet and avoiding us. There is one way out, you should take matters into your own hands....

Roberta lay on the bed, covered with a blanket... she was no longer crying... it seemed to her that she no longer had a single tear in her. She felt lonely, pushed away... but she also felt indifference... toward James.

For almost a week he had not appeared, not even for a moment. Maybe he was watching her while she slept... she wasn't sure about that either. All she had in her mind was that she was not seeing him. It was as if James had forgotten about her. And he claimed he loved her and she was precious to him... important. He was a ghost, appearing when he felt like it and disappearing when he felt like it. All this time Roberta stayed in his suite. Occasionally she went out for a short walk in the hotel corridors. She hoped to run into her love. She wanted to see her beloved walking with a cigarette in his hand. It was a beautiful sight. His posture, his gait... he attracted her with it. Sexy, well-built, well-groomed... for Roberta, he was the ideal man....

Time passed very slowly, it's always like that when you wait, you feel that the wait is endless....

- Roberta, dear, I have dinner for you and the promised wine, from Italy - Lizzie entered the room without knocking.

- Ohh that's great! - Roberta excitedly straightened up in her chair.

- I have interesting information - Lizzie put dinner on the table.

- Okay, pour me some wine and quickly tell me about it - Roberta sat down at the table and started eating.

- James and some of his friends are having dinner at a restaurant at 6pm tonight! They will play poker, smoke cigars... you know men's games - Lizzie laughed.

- What should I do with this information? - Roberta shrugged her shoulders.

- What do you mean? Put on your best dress and do a show!

- A show? Should I dance to them or sing to them? Don't be ridiculous! - she rolled her eyes.

- I don't mean that. Dress nice and sexy. Sit at the bar and spread the charm! Irritate James! Let him get pissed off! Show him what he loses when he avoids you! Make him jealous!

- Are you serious? What if he gets really angry with me and kills me? - Roberta looked at Lizzie terrified and took a big sip of wine.

- He won't kill you, you have nothing to worry about. He said he'll do it when you cheat on him again... Now you'll only tease him and look at him sexily.

- Hmm... I'm starting to like the idea. I'll do it! - she quickly finished her dinner and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

- You have 3 hours! You can do it! - Lizzie picked up the dishes and left the room.

Roberta washed herself, put her hair beautifully in a bun, and did her makeup. She put on an emerald dress with an exposed back and a large neckline. She put on a diamond necklace and earrings. On her hands she pulled long gloves the color of the dress. On her feet she put high black stilettos. She sprayed herself with perfume.

- I look insane! If James doesn't appreciate it either, I don't know what to do anymore - she looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned around a few times.

It was 6:20 pm... perfect... perfect to show up casually at a restaurant and order a glass of wine.

Roberta stepped out into the hallway and headed toward the elevators. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long for one of them to arrive. She stepped inside and pressed the number of the floor where the restaurant was located. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall again. She smiled to herself.

- It will be fine - she whispered to herself.

The elevator came to a stop. Roberta walked with a slow step and moved her hips sexily. She saw a table in the center of the restaurant, where James was sitting, with his friends next to him. He was turned away and did not notice her. Instead, several of his colleagues immediately took notice of her. She didn't even look at them. She moved on passing their table. This time James looked at her, but Roberta did not turn around. She sat down at an adjacent table, facing him.

He measured her with his eyes from top to bottom. He smoked a cigar and did not take his eyes off her. Suddenly he turned his attention away from her and focused on the deck of cards held in his hand. He selected a few and placed them on the table. He looked at her again. Roberta nodded to him. He did not reciprocate the movement. He focused on the game again. But the expression on his face changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before. Now he was tense and found it hard to focus.

The waiter approached and she ordered a glass of wine.

- "My charm seems to be working" - she thought and she smiled.

James glanced at her from time to time. Roberta did not pretend to be interested. She took out a mirror and lipstick from her purse and touched up her makeup. The waiter brought orders of wine. She took a few sips and got up from her table. She walked over to the table where James was sitting. One chair was vacant, perfectly opposite her beloved.

- Good evening gentlemen, may I join you? I love to play poker! - she sat down excitedly.

- Of course! - said the man sitting to her right.

James squinted and both of his eyebrows went up dangerously. He inhaled heavily on his cigar and blew the smoke straight in her direction. Roberta licked her lips and began to remove one of her gloves. She caught it with her teeth and pulled. She didn't take her eyes off James, and he didn't take his eyes off her. She took off the other glove in the same way. All the men present at the table were focused only on her.

- Can I ask for the cards? - With this question she made everyone wake up from her spell.

She got the cards and began to look through and arrange them. While doing so, she licked her lips slowly and purred. Slightly parted red lips acted on James like a red colour on a bull. He began to move nervously in his chair and sipped his drink.

- Get started - James said.

- I'm starting - Roberta laid down one card.

- Good, I’m raising the stakes - James took another drag on his cigar and put some bills on the table.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his calf. With a wrinkled brow, he looked at Roberta, but said nothing.

- I also raise the stake - Roberta put down a few bills.

Other men also did so.

James felt the touch of her shoe higher and higher. Suddenly she took her foot away and put the card on the table again as if nothing had happened. She bit her lower lip and sighed. She looked at James. His face expressed anger. He was angry, but not yet furious.

- "And very well, get angry” - she thought and took a sip of wine. She licked a stray drop from the rim of the glass. She licked her lips and murmured.

- "What are you doing?" - he said without a sound, moving only his lips. He was angry and confused. This is what she meant.

She showed him her tongue and shrugged her shoulders. Unfazed, she added a card and selected another.

James looked at her with a raised eyebrow waiting for what happened next.

- I wonder... I wonder if there is a chance for you to take a little walk with me around the hotel? - James looked at Roberta with a slight smile while holding a cigar between his teeth.

Roberta squinted and didn't answer right away.

James felt the touch on his leg again. He felt it higher and higher. Roberta's foot stopped at the bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes.

- Gentlemen, I think for today we will end the game and continue it another time. We have an eternity to do this - saying this, he did not look at any of the men... he only looked at her.

The men obediently got up from the table and left the restaurant leaving them alone.

- Roberta, dearest, you are very rude and do not show me proper respect. You should not behave so licentiously in the company of other men. You should be like this only in my company. Do you understand what I am saying to you?

- James, dearest, of course I understand. Only if you require me to obey you and be devoted to you, you should behave towards me in the same way. It should work both ways - Roberta pressed James' cock with her foot. He drew in air loudly.

- Something seems to me that you allow yourself too much - he said with his eyes closed.

- Dearest, don't you think that punishing me and leaving me in tears on the bed is something positive? Punishing me with silence and absence is something positive? - she pressed her foot harder.

James pushed her foot off his crotch and stood up. He circled the table with a slow step and approached Roberta. He pushed her and her chair away from the table, grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back.

- Answer me one question. Why are you so disobedient and all the time I have to punish you for your inappropriate behavior? - James clenched his fist tighter in her hair.

- James it hurts, please stop. You really don't have to hurt me like this - Roberta tried to free herself from his grasp.

- I don't know why you have a problem answering my questions - he let go of her hair, grabbing her arm lifting her out of her chair.

- James... I thought you loved me.... - tears began to flow into her eyes.

- Of course I love you. If it were not so at this moment you would have been long dead. Know my mercy - he let go of her arm - And politely please answer my question - he stared at her while lighting a cigarette.

Roberta reached into her purse for a pack of tissues and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

- How much longer do I have to wait? - sighed James.

- I don't understand why you are so unkind.

- Unkind? That's a good question. But I would call it something else. I'm frustrated and tense.

- Why?

- Because I am in love and thirsty for sex - James inhaled heavily on his cigarette.

- Thirsty? Why then have you avoided me for so long? - Roberta raised an eyebrow in surprise.

- I will answer your question if you also answer mine. My patience is running out.

Roberta walked up to the bar and asked the waiter to add wine for her. James followed her and sat down on one of the bar stools. He asked for a whiskey with ice.

- So? - He asked impatiently.

- Sometimes I feel really lonely. I sacrificed my time and life to you. I gave up everything. I hoped that you would be by my side all the time like in the beginning. James I really wish you would be with me all the time. I don't want to be alone. Then I do stupid things that you don't accept - she took a sip of wine and looked at James with sad eyes.

James stared at her and wondered what he should answer.

- Dearest - he grabbed her hand and kissed it - You are the most precious to me of everything I own. You are my property and I do not hide it. But as I have repeated before, I deserve respect and obedience from you. If you do not obey this you will be punished - he kissed her gently on the lips.

- You can go now - said James to the waiter - Lock the door behind you when you leave - he returned to kissing Roberta's sweet lips.

He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her lips deeply. He heard moans and loud breathing. She trembled in his arms. Her cheeks were wet with tears. He didn't understand why his love was still crying. He decided that he wanted to hear screams, not cries.

He picked Roberta up and seated her on the bar top. He moved the material of her dress slowly up her thighs. Stroking her and looking deeply into her eyes. She bit her lips looking down at him. She wanted to lean in to kiss him, but James stopped her by placing his finger on her lips. Roberta took it in her mouth and started sucking and licking it . He closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly.

- Dearest, you are amazing - he murmured gazing at her with delight.

- I know dearest. I desire you James - she whispered.

- What are your desires? - He asked grabbing her panties and slowly took them off, throwing behind him.

- Kiss me... - she pointed to the junction of her thighs - oh here - she bit her lip.

- As you wish dearest.

James leaned down began to kiss her thighs. He moved higher and higher towards a wet and hot paradise. He opened her legs and murmured.

- What a beautiful view - he touched his fingers to her pink sweet lips.

- James... kiss me....

He parted her pink lips and inhaled the sweet scent. He closed his eyes. He placed several kisses, began to lick and suck.

- Yes... oh yes! More! - her thighs trembled with pleasure and longing for his touch.

- Oh dearest, you taste amazing - he put his finger inside her, which had previously been in her mouth.

- More!

James added another finger. He began to move them. His movements were fast and rhythmic. He wanted to hear her scream. He inserted his fingers as deep as he could. He hit that delightful spot perfectly.

- James!

- Yes Dearest! Yes!

- I'm close, don't stop it!

Movements of his fingers were fast. He kissed her pussy and sucked. He felt her walls tighten on his fingers. She was close.

- Come for me!

- Oh my God!

- That’s right, I am your God!

- James! James!

Roberta almost fell off the bar top, fortunately James held her down.

- That was great, but I'm not done with you yet - he began to unbutton his pants.

- Oh you have no idea how much I want you inside me right now. Fuck me James, hard!

- I think you missed my cock - he entered her hard without warning.

- James!

- I love the way you scream my name - he kissed her sloppy and started to move fast.

He pulled her tightly to him and put his hands under her buttocks. He picked her up and headed toward the tables. He placed her on the table and began to fuck her hard. He entered deeply and hard. He did not slow down the movements. The table moved across the floor with every thrust of his hips. Roberta's whole body trembled, her back arched. She held tightly to the edge of the table to keep from falling. They were breathing hard, struggling to catch their breath. James leaned over and started kissing her, biting her lips. They felt the taste of blood. This turned them on even more.

- Dearest! I am close! Very close! - He moved away from her mouth and began to massage her pleasure button with his thumb!

- James!

They reached climax while simultaneously screaming their names. James moved in still for a moment before suddenly collapsing on top of Roberta with a deep sigh. He closed his eyes.

- Can you promise me something? - He asked listening to the rapid beating of her heart and taking in the sweet smell of her perfume.

- For you, everything - she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

- Be good, I don't want to argue with you. Although I can't hide the fact that punishing you gives me incredible pleasure - Roberta slapped him on the back with her hand. He laughed.

- We don't have to argue at all so that you can fuck me the way you like.

- Really? - James lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes.

- Really. I also get pleasure from it. It's a little painful, but you can get used to it.

- Oh Dearest you are my revelation! - James placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

He got up and went to get his pants.

- Are you leaving me again? - Roberta said sadly.

- Yes, but only for a while. Go back now to my suite. I'll be there soon and we'll have fun again.

- Do you promise?

He walked up to her and kissed her.

- Yes, Dearest Roberta - he walked away toward the door leaving her alone in the restaurant.

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[chemistryread]

she is both hellfire and holy water

- part VI

jake seresin

callsign: scorcher

part V

part IV

disclaimers/tags: female!reader!aviator. loverboy jake is vengeful. slowburn and angst.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: sorry again for the late update! i've been in a low mood and it reflects a bit on this chapter and the next, which i'm planning on posting very soon in a .5 type of chapter to make up for how long it took me to post again. anyway, as always please lmk your thoughts :)

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In the morning, Maverick wakes everyone up even earlier than they had hoped was necessary, for a surprise flight session.

"Where's Lieutenant Seresin?"

"Late, sir. He didn't come back to base last night."

Your eyes fall to the ground at Coyote's sentence.

You had a feeling, when he wasn't in the room being annoyingly good at waking up early. Another mark on the long list of things he excels at. But Rooster had distracted you long enough not to delve into it.

Turns out the idiot slept in his car. Roof down, parked under the bright morning light. His sunburn likening him to a lobster, he looked positively ridiculous.

"He'll pay for that when he gets here. Scorcher." Pete looks sorrowful. Penny must have told him about the kiss. You probably look like you're going to vomit. "You're my backseater today."

This is the best and fastest cure for your moral hangover. Up in the air, with Maverick.

It's more than honorable to sit behind Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, it's fullfilling. Every time you do, it feels like your life has purpose again.

After your WSO didn't survive an ejection, a lot of things went through your mind. One of which was never piloting another jet. Maverick took the spot in the back of your plane numerous times after the accident just so you could feel comfortable, believe in your own skills again.

It warranted a lot of patience from both of you, but he was right, it is what you're born to do. Actually, you don't know what else you're good at. So you'll forever be grateful for him taking time with a random student still in her academy days to make sure you at least tried to reach your potential.

Being his backseater is no chore, he's the most obvious natural talent you've ever met, which grants you the extraordinary experience of being able to watch your friend Pete do what he loves most without barely having to turn your neck.

The session goes smoothly, except for Phoenix and Bob underperforming. Off the comms, you tell Mav not to worry about it, you'll talk to Trace.

To your displeasure, you're not quite done yet.

"Good morning, everybody. Your entertainment is here, you can all wake up."

"Is that- Oh God."

"Not God, Payback. Just me. You should look up, though, I'm right above you. Wave back."

Your body slumps back on the seat, a helpless reaction to hearing his voice when you were hoping to avoid him for a few more hours, at least.

"Hangman, do not engage!"

That's weird. Your hands squeeze the straps, sitting up to look at the Captain, absorbing the exasperated language of his body.

"Excuse me, sir? I've got a lock!"

In trying to escape his jet, Payback found himself exactly where Jake wanted him.

"That's not the point. You're not a little late, training is nearly over! You get no flying time today, that's an ord-"

"Maverick, I'm here now! If I don't get these hours in-"

"That's it, no air time for two days." The comms are quiet, and you push the small mic away, putting a hand on your pilot's shoulder. Mav. "I repeat, Lieutenant Seresin, you're out."

"Captain, sir. It's eleven-hundred, there's at least-"

"I'm aware, Scorcher." You wince at his lack of composure, retreating when he addresses everyone again. "Everybody else, push harder. I'm not seeing enough out of you today."

The next fifty minutes are grueling, Maverick incessantly chasing every pilot out of their comfort zone. You're happy to sit behind him, speaking only when he asks you to.

No one complains, but you know they're simply holding back in front of their instructor. Sweaty and tense when they return to the ground.

You walk in front of Pete, catching Nat's 'thanks, Bagman' as she goes past the blonde. Jake is obediently waiting for Maverick's scolding, helmet in front of his body, head held high.

He only falters when you send him a sympathetic smile.

Even if he hides it well, you're aware that your old friend is someone Seresin has learned to admire, consequently looking for his approval.

When Rooster was picked for the uranium mission, you were equally proud and apprehensive for your friend. But your smile had dropped once your eyes landed on Hangman. It was a split-second slip up, his shoulders deflating before immediately raising again with a deep inhale, and you caught it.

You were watching him when you should've been looking at your actual friends, who had just been assigned to a major mission. Fascinated by his failure to hide the disappointment in his eyes, regardless of the rest of his body posing as unphased. Wondering how often he has to piece himself together with that same quickness.

Walking with a stupid grin on your face, the memory of the conversation you had hits you like a truck.

"Hey."

Basket of laundry supported by your hips, greeting soft on your lips before they return to the more common and less friendly thin line.

He stood in front of the washing machine in use, absentmindedly eating Oreos, correcting his posture when you come in and it pulls a discreet chuckle from you. Squinting at his furrowed brows and tense facial expressions.

Quietly dropping your clothes into the empty machine, the only sound in the room is that of the cycle starting.

"You know, Phoenix and Bob's chemistry is a huge strike of luck, silly not to take advantage of it. I think any of us could've done a good job as Mav's wingman, but it feels like Rooster's time."

Placating words, hoping they'll smother your anxieties over not being picked as much as his.

"With all due respect, Scorcher, I don't need a pep talk."

You snort.

"Oh, I'm aware, neither do I. Pep talks tend to be super gross and condescending. But I don't think sulking is very helpful, is it?" He raises an eyebrow and motions with the packet to you. You take one, shrugging. "All I'm saying is…it's not our mission. There'll be others."

"Cute way to think, a little too positive though. I can't wait for the next mission every time. And if it never comes?"

"Impossible." You turn and jump up to sit on top of the washing machine. "We're both way too good."

"We?"

Licking the chocolate off your teeth, you take a deep breath, humming as if you're considering it.

"I can admit you're top three."

"Three? Sweetheart, please-"

A groan escapes your lips, exaggeratedly loud and he jumps, but there's a surprised smile on his lips.

"Immediately, I'm taking it back." His brows furrow, still amused, and you nod your head. "Yeah, I was just trying to make you feel better anyway, you're definitely struggling to catch up to Roo and Trace. And I haven't even mentioned myself yet."

He's playing with the stack of cookies in his hand, eventually shoving another one in his mouth, and you take the opportunity to watch him. Slow and close.

"I do like your flying."

"You like it?"

"I respect it."

"Oh, wow. Consider me honored."

Somehow, you found yourselves looking directly into each other's eyes. Yours widen just a little, impatient.

"It's fast but quiet. Sneaks up on you, leaves an impact behind. Impressive. So why didn't Mitchell pick you?"

There it is. The reason he even started to compliment you.

"Maverick doesn't play favorites. If he picked Bradley, it's because he belives his abilities are the ones he needs."

He scoffs. "That's naive of you. C'mon, you've aced all the tests up to now, shouldn't this mission be yours?"

"Thank you, Seresin, for your unmitigated support. I know, apparently as much as you do, that I could've done this mission. But it's not me. There's still a job to do down here, to make sure all of them make it back, that's what I'm thinking about. And that's what you should be thinking about as well." Back on the ground, you turn to him from the doorway. "Let it go. Whining makes you look amateur."

Nose twisting up, remembering how mean you've been to him before. Not undeserved.

"Scorcher," Pete calling for you snaps you back into reality. He's a few steps behind, Jake in between you. "Nice job today."

Your eyes squint at the sun, shy under the praise and in front of Hangman.

"Didn't really do anything, but it was my pleasure."

"Yeah, you did." Blinking at him, he only nods. "I'm down for a repeat, anytime."

"Me too, sir."

Smiling, you refrain from asking Mav to go easy on the aviator watching your interaction, instead averting your eyes to the ground and walking away.

When you woke up this morning, things were much clearer in your mind. Jake's not the problem, you are. There's no reason to be upset with him.

Truth is, as much as it made you cry, you can also acknowledge it was a mess of your own creation. You told him it was a mistake. Sure, you didn't expect him to go straight into another woman's arms, but it would happen eventually. You're just…speedrunning the process.

Until you actually say something, he can do whatever he wants.

But would you dare? And what would be the plan? Explain that, yes, you very much like him but simultaneously you do not want to do anything about it because you're scared he won't tolerate you for long?

Your sober thoughts also led to the conclusion that you're way past the point of worrying whether or not he reciprocates your feelings. That kiss was heavy with meaning, and you got along fine. It's not too much of a leap to assume he could see an angle where he has some fun. Your worries now lie in the unraveling of yourself.

What follows is a brutal shedding of layers you have comfortably hidden under for as long as you can remember, taking your balled fists out of your pocket in the cold and opening them to ask. With no guarantee that you will be invited to a warm home.

He'll be able to see all of the vices that make you squirm and scratch at your skin because of how much you wish you could rid yourself of them. Then he's gonna ask, why don't you change? And you'll resent him for suggesting the obvious, and yourself for not already being better.

Jake is the rare kind that might sincerely make you want to do the work. Adapt. But are you worth sticking through it for? Change is difficult, and you're resistant.

The way it is - alone - works for you. It's not sad and it's not painful. If you did change, it would be for him. And when he saw what a hard time you have taking care of yourself, putting effort, how comfortable it is for you to stick to what you already know, well…He'll want to leave. And you'll see it coming, and you'll lay the ground for it, making sure he does just that.

A guttural experience. Maybe you could spare both of you from it.

It's late afternoon when you finally catch Natasha alone, fixing herself some yogurt in the kitchen.

"That was some dogshit flying you did today."

Near black eyes bore into you with the harsh intensity to shut anyone else down, but you only scoot closer against the counter, reminding her you don't scare easy.

"What do you want?"

"We can talk about your embarrassing performance or the reason why you're off."

"Rooster."

You can't help but cackle when the name slips out of her gritted teeth like a vexed old lady. She's ready to stomp on your foot like a child.

"Sorry, it's just, you said it like Josh from Drake and Josh, when he used to say Megan, have you ever- Ok. Nevermind. Please talk to me."

"Scorcher, I really don't feel like-"

"I already know you two hooked up last night. You just have to tell me what happened after."

Natasha drops everything and pulls you away from the door.

"How do you know that?"

"A secret for a secret?" She nods, and you look around the room, extending your neck to make sure no one is in the hallway either. "Hangman and I saw the two of you but I didn't want to interrupt, so I just shoved him in the bathroom."

A weird sound, something in between laughter and disgust, rumbles from her throat.

"Rooster was right? You were together in there!"

"And you were sucking face in Penny's hallway with her boyfriend's favorite child, so cut down the judgement, Ice Queen."

She ignores you.

"How did you get to that? What were you doing before? Jesus, did something happen between you two?"

"I asked first."

Groaning, Phoenix reaches back for her yogurt, sticking a spoonful inside of her mouth before conceding.

"Okay, so after you saw us, we sneaked out to his car. We were, uhm, in the middle of it, when his phone kept buzzing. I asked who it was and he lied. Said it was Mickey asking where he was."

"Who was it?"

"Some girl. She ended up calling him. We just stared at each other, and eventually, I pushed him off. I don't know why. Cut to us screaming at each other for ten minutes while I waited for my Uber."

"He shouldn't have lied." No shit, she says. "But you two are idiots. I mean, he didn't pick up the phone or call her back. Came straight back to base. No, he only dates those girls because he's too scared to ask you out, and even more afraid of being alone. And you're too scared to ask him if he really likes them more than you, since he always seems to pick them - even though clearly he doesn't. And it's all stupid, because if you did ask that he would tell you that no, he doesn't and you could be together. Boom, happy ending."

Her arms cross in front of her body, eyebrows raising at your audacity.

"Fine, smart-ass. You sound like you've got it all figured out. Why don't you tell me what happened with you? What's your secret?"

"Hangman kissed me."

"What the f-" You shush her and she punches the table, channeling her shock into it and almost knocking spoons and cups to the floor. This would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. "You didn't…"

"No, of course not. It was just a kiss."

"And?"

Your eyes fall on the counter, zoning out as you force yourself not to crumble at the memory.

"It was…really good. Then, Rooster knocked on the door and I found my perfect excuse to run."

"Right. But he made the move?"

"You know I wouldn't."

If it were necessary, you'd keep these feelings for Seresin forever quiet. If he doesn't know, he can't reject you. Trace knows this, which is why she only nods.

"Wait, where was he this morning? Oh, Scorch."

You still haven't blinked, and it stings. So focused on it, your voice becomes quieter.

"Yeah, the guys had a bet and- It's not important."

"They're assholes." You consider defending at least Rooster, for the sake of whatever they have, but there's no energy in you for it. Nat's hands find yours. "How are you holding up?"

A shrug.

"Just kinda wish it never happened. Don't have to finish something that never started, you know? But, uhm, ultimately I don't see it going any other way."

It always ends, you don't get what you want. Because how dare you ask for anything, how dare you want?

"Scorcher, he kissed you."

"Tasha, Hangman kisses a lot of people. We had been drinking, in a place that feels cozier than The Hard Deck. Who knows, maybe he saw Penny and Mav being so close and he felt lonely. It doesn't mean anything."

"Look, I trust him less than you do, obviously. But Jake is not one to act without thinking. He's methodical, even when he's being a dick. I don't see him as the type of guy to start something and not finish it."

That's a great point. But he is not the problem.

"It can only end in disaster."

"For the record, I think you can do better." If only she knew Seresin thinks the same about her and Rooster. "But you don't know that. Maybe it'll be fine. Or it'll be a disaster and I'll be personally very pleased to see you break his heart."

You scoff.

"Think it'd be the other way around."

"Then I'll have a perfect excuse to kick his ass." You stare at each other without anything to say, and she rolls her eyes, reluctantly supportive. "Jesus, Scorcher, you like him. That ship has sailed, it's pretty obvious. Why not give it a shot?"

"Tasha, I'm a mess. I'm so scared to ruin things that I end up making sure it'll end badly. And it's okay when it's a stranger that I can avoid for the rest of my life, but he is more complicated than a stranger. I don't- I don't want him to know that I'm a catastrophe, and I don't want to bring him down with me. I think we both can do better than that."

She puts down the yogurt and crosses her arms, and you feel uncomfortable with the air of seriousness this conversation has taken.

"I wanna kick you in the crotch right now, I swear. He's a big boy, he can handle it." You start to protest but she cuts you off. "No, Scorch, you'll forgive me for saying this later but you're acting like a coward under the guise of righteousness. Fine, you're a mess. You think Seresin isn't? We're all a little fucked up in here, you just haven't noticed because you're busy putting yourself down. My point is, you seem to respect Seresin but you have no plans of telling him how you feel and letting him decide for himself what he wants to do? It doesn't add up."

You'd be shutting this down if she wasn't so accurately on point. You're overlooking Jake's ability to have a say in the matter, mostly because you know he would have choice words for you and you're too scared to find out which direction they'll take.

Sighing, you look back at her with a defeated expression, leaning your elbows on the counter and your head on your hands.

"I can't just gamble with this, Nat, I don't know how to recover when I'm hurt. I've never- I've never done any healing in my life, I just keep going. But I'm afraid these feelings are too much, and I'll never be the same after. I don't know how many times I can still pick myself up."

Her voice is as serene as the ocean in the earliest hours of the morning.

"Here, you don't tell me much but I know relationships aren't your strongest suit. You never know if you're going to be okay after them. But what a waste to have felt something and not have done anything about it, don't you think? We're human, Scorcher, we are not immune to hurt but we heal. It's what we do. You'll be fine."

Oh, she's good. You smile weakly.

"Why can't we follow our own advice, though?"

"That's also something people do. Be stupidly stubborn."

When the laughing dies down, she speaks again.

"One more thing."

"Hm?"

She leans in with a hand on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

"You're not alone."

When she punches you in the side, a little too hard, your eyes raise to find Jake entering the kitchen.

"Phoenix."

He nods as she bumps him, saying only "Irresponsible asshole."

Confused eyes look back at you and you can't help but snort, hiding your face even further into your palms.

"Can't catch a break today."

You almost feel sorry for him. What a softened mush he has made of your heart.

"How bad was the talking?"

"Believe it or not, Maverick is not great at expressing himself. Something you two have in common, I believe?"

Feeling the twist of your lips, you squint at him. "Hey, what did I do?"

"Darlin', you're extremely confusing."

"About something specific or just in general?"

"In general."

"Mhm, or your brain has no more space for comprehension skills after you filled it up with thoughts of yourself only?"

"All I heard was skill." He flashes a smile to you, running a hand across your back as he steps behind you to get to the fridge. You watch his arms as he picks up a water bottle. "Anyway, won't be doing any flying tomorrow."

"I hope it was worth it."

It wasn't meant to be said out loud. You can see thin lines in his forehead making a curve into the brigde of his nose, and he looks almost embarrassed.

Recovering, you throw him a faint but well-meaning smile.

Your eyes follow the movement of his Adam's apple as he drinks. You hate his tanned skin, the great way a standard Navy shirt falls over his broad shoulders, his gorgeous neck hugged by the dog tags and a golden chain.

Breaking out of the dangerous slippery slope of desiring Hangman, you tap the counter and start to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?"

If you didn't know any better, you would say he sounds needy.

"Cyclone's not here today. Maybe I can change Maverick's mind about your hours before the big guy is informed."

Halfway to the door when his voice stops you.

"Geez, that kiss must have been out of this world if you're goin' to bargain to our superiors for me."

With your head thrown back, your laugh bounces off the walls. Turning, you expect him to be standing there in all his glory, smug and smirking. And he is, but he changes his footing once your eyes meet his, an instance of insecurity before his chin is high in the air again.

"It was." Non-chalant, twisting your nose in reluctant concession. "But I think I did most of the work."

Weird when you don't hear the expected chuckle, meeting his green orbs again. An awkward second before you smile and move to the door again.

"Scorch-" Music to your ears. "Are we good?"

He looks unsure, and you tilt your head dramatically.

"Of course."

With a hand around the doorframe, you give him one last smile.

You find Pete in the library, looking over photos of his own Top Gun class.

"Hey, Captain. Mind if I-"

He shuts the book quickly, foot pushing a chair by his side away from the table and asking you to sit.

"Hangman, I assume?"

Still in a mood. You sigh, making a point to scrape the chair against the floor as you sit, inching closer to him.

"I'm not gonna try too hard to defend him, but he was late, Mav. Happened to all of us at some point, and no one had a punishment this bad. What was that about?"

It's not usual for him to let personal things interfere in his judgement.

"I wasn't actually going to scrap his air time tomorrow. I already reported his lateness to Warlock, nothing else. But I saw your face in the reflection of the cockpit when he showed up this morning. He needed a little public ear pulling, that's all."

You smile at him.

"Penny told you?"

"Yes. And I know I shouldn't get involved, it's your life, but sweetheart…You're only gonna get hurt this way."

"Seeing it through could be so much worse."

"Could be. Or-"

"Maverick, what happens when it all burns down in flames?"

His hands are wringing together on top of the table, licking his lips, in deep thought.

"Remember what you told me, years ago? We were flying together, and I asked you what it felt like. You said it was a ceaseless twisting in your stomach. I had to show you that it wasn't fear of another accident. No, it was restraint. You were holding back from being a pilot because you thought you didn't deserve to be one anymore. Deep down, you knew it wasn't true, and that feeling was your body saying you were wrong. Take the plunge. You know you want to. You know it's right. Sweetheart, no matter how persistently you've been made to believe otherwise due to circumstance or bad luck, you do deserve good things. Your instinct is one of the best the Dagger Squad has to offer. If it's dependable enough to make you a decorated Lieutenant, why shouldn't you listen to it now?"

Pete's words coddle your heart in a way you haven't felt in many years. To be seen and thoroughly understood by someone you admire, and are lucky enough to call a friend, is something you never thought would happen to you. Too damn sheltered to let others appreciate anything about you.

Biting your lip to distract you from the tears pooling in your eyes, you ask him quietly, "Can I give you a hug?"

He laughs, looking around the empty library before opening his arms.

His hold is strong, and he smells like rain on hot asphalt and worn leather, comforting.

The twisting deep inside that Maverick had magically guessed you were feeling returns, and you lean back.

"I already told him the kiss was a mistake."

"Take it back, tell him the truth. Life's too short."

Both of you glance at the decaying photo album on top of the table.

"If I do, you'll go easy on him tomorrow?"

"No promises."

On your way back to your dorm, you spot Javy in the rec room, reading a book.

"Hey, Coyote, is Jake in his room?"

"Pretty sure, yes."

"Right, thank you."

Your heart is racing, worried it might come out of your mouth and drop to the floor this far away from the medical bay.

Knocking on the door, you hope it's the right one, and that no one else comes out of their rooms for a few minutes.

Jake opens it fully dressed in fancy clothes, hair done a little differently. Less gel, more hangy. Funny. It suits him too well.

"Scorch?"

And you're back.

"Hey, sorry to bother, ran into Javy and he said you were here."

He leans on the frame, sweet perfume no cheaper than- More than you could know.

"It's our room, so."

"'Course." You know you're staring, but your mouth is too dry for you to speak yet. The pressure from clear green eyes might just force you. "Uh, right, I talked to Mav. You're flying tomorrow, like usual. Well, maybe not like usual, he might ride you a little harder but it won't last. You know it never does."

"Thanks, you didn't have to."

"I didn't do anything. All he reported was your late arrival, he was never going to jeopardize your flying time." He hums, letting his gaze finally turn away, watching his hand shake the doorknob absentmindedly. It's a huge relief, more oxygen flowing to your brain now. "Might need to avoid being late again, though."

He tsks, pearly white teeth shining in the dimly lit hallway.

"That'll be hard. This girl is a partier, she keeps me up late."

The twist in your stomach turns the opposite direction, sinking.

"Oh. From last night? You're going out again?"

Idiot. That's why he looks and smells this good. It's for her.

"No such thing as too much fun, right?"

"I wouldn't know."

You snort at your own melancholy. He's about to enjoy a night out and you sound like the biggest downer in the Navy. Smooth.

"Maybe she has a friend. We could go on a double date and show you a good time."

A smile, teasing and borderline mean. Well, to you. In his mind, it's probably the nicest thing he could do.

Tell him not to go. That's all you have to do. Take it back, tell him the truth.

"Jake-"

His Apple Watch pings, eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Must be her.

"Hm?"

He moves around the room to grab his wallet and a jacket. It feels like you have no air in your lungs.

"C-Can we talk about the kiss?"

Your eyes are screwed shut, the defeaning silence almost too much to handle.

"Now?"

Risking a look, you find him frozen in the center of the room, head turned but hands still holding the closet door halfway open. It's been a while since you felt this stupid around a man.

Your mouth opens and you stutter. "You're right. Terrible timing."

"The worst." It's barely humorous, both of you chuckling awkwardly but when your eyes meet it's uncomfortable. "You said we were good."

"No, we are-" Fingertips come up to pinch the bridge of your nose, and you shake your head. "We are. I just thought we should- You know what? We don't have to do this now, go on your date first."

You want to scream.

"Are you sure?"

No. I want to ask you to stay but those words have never not bitten me back, so I can't do it, I'm sorry.

Lip trapped in between your teeth, you nod. "Yeah. She's probably already waiting for you, right? See, there you go. It's not that big of a deal, really."

He thinks for a second, before another ping comes from the watch and he seems to wake up, quickly moving around the room again.

With a light teasing tone, but still awkward, he makes the offer again. "I can still ask her if she has a friend."

Nausea strikes and you roll your eyes, the only defense you have left.

"Hard pass."

"Your loss."

"Different perspectives. Do yourself a favor and don't be late tomorrow, alright?" You're turning back the way you came, before popping your head inside the room again. "And take the Apple Watch off, you look stupid."

You leave an annoyed Hangman alone with fast and determined steps. God, you wish you didn't take self-preservation so seriously.

If they're seeing each other again, the next day, he must've liked something about her. So, what, you're just gonna hand him over? Steps halting, you consider turning back until you realize you're already in the rec room.

Javy still reading his book, Tasha and Bob eating grapes on the couch, all eyes on your distressed self.

Throwing yourself in between the duo, you delight in the seedless, sweet fruit. Probably too much, because the man to your left is staring.

"I'm sorry, Floyd, are you jealous of the grapes? Did I breach your monogamous relationship with them? No? So quit looking."

Phoenix stifles a giggle, very poorly, and leans closer.

"Wanna talk ab-"

"Nope."

"Alright."

One minute later, Jake runs through the room, grabbing a Redbull from the fridge.

"How's the hair?"

"She saw it worse than that in the morning - speaking from experience - so it's fine."

Trace lifts her head from your shoulder, glancing up at Hangman and Coyote, then you.

"See you when I see you!"

"Don't be late!"

Javy yells but he's already out the door.

The warm hands around your bicep curl tighter, and you lean your head on top of hers.

Maybe some things need to change. If you can't take it back to the way it was, and you can't deal with the silly little suffering from watching Jake run off to a date, you might have to do something about it.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #tgm x reader #tgm fanfic

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Smut Prompt (10/?)

Prompt: "No one can ever find out about this."

this goes out to @zaunitearchives who requested this prompt ilu muahmuah

Pairing: Viktor x afab!Reader

Tags: porn with feelings, mutual pining

public sex (lab), under the desk shenanigans, nervous subby-ness to dom viktor, fingering, finger sucking, p in v, improvised tie-gag, big dick viktor agenda, viktor scrambles reader's brain, dick-drunk reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Reading time: 12 min

Translation: cizrnko - chickpea (self-indulgent nickname 🥰)

“You two are staying late?” Jayce was packing up for the night as you and Viktor sat next to each other still studying a new blueprint. 

“Hm..? Oh yes y/n you may leave if you wish. I’m almost done.” Viktor rested his cheek on his fist as he flipped the blueprint to inspect the other side.

“Sure.” Jayce sighed.

“I think I’ll stay too. We can finish up quicker that way.” You reasoned and Jayce nodded before leaving the lab with a goodnight.

You moved your chair closer to him to share the prints of your projects. 

“I’m so excited about this project. I have been trying to figure out how we could incorporate elements from your designs to make them capable of practical use, I just can’t understand how you come up with these designs all the time Viktor. It’s like you never sleep.” You commented as your fingers brushed over one of his sketches.

Viktor chuckled. “Maybe I don’t.” He leaned in closer to you.

He smelled like soap and shampoo with a hint of cinnamon from the many cups of the sweet flavored coffee he loved. His arm was close enough to touch. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to feel his skin against yours.

 “Or maybe it is because they are so captivating. I find inspiration in them, even when I attempt to rest.” Viktor looked up at you. Your mind went blank as your gaze met his own. You felt overwhelmed and your face was hot as you slowly turned away from him and returned your focus to your work.

"Y/n?" Viktor asked in a quiet voice, "Did I say something wrong?" His head tilted ever so slightly.

You shook your head quickly, attempting to mask your fluster, "No! Nothing is wrong, Viktor." The warmth returned to your cheeks. 

You must have made a contradictory expression as he continued, "Are you sure? You haven't been this quiet since we started."

"Just a long day is all." You replied while looking down at your work.

Viktor nodded in understanding before turning his head from you to the window to stare out into the darkening sky. You watched him, noting how beautiful he was illuminated by the dim light. Your heart burned as he turned around to catch your staring.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, breaking the silence.

You blinked, "Nothing really. Just thinking about what we can do next. The things we can change."

Viktor hummed in response, "I'm excited to see what you'll discover. What we’ll discover." A warm smile spread across his lips. You had seen it a few times but never quite realized just how much you enjoyed seeing it, given the rarity of the occurrence.

You two quickly decided to continue working and you sat in silence, both diligent and focused, or at least Viktor had. Perhaps he was blissfully unaware of how stupidly attractive he was. Maybe he didn’t notice your wandering eyes or awkward fidgeting. Your eyes found themselves magnetized to his profile again, his hands, where the hair met the nape of his neck – 

– The way his nose scrunched when he frowned was adorable. His mouth was always slightly agape while in thought, a slight pout and the gap of his teeth showing. You noticed how the brightening moonlight reflected off his skin, making it appear to glow like porcelain. 

How his eyes would sparkle when he saw something he loved. He had such an effect on you, that you were sure his beauty was a gift bestowed upon him by some higher power.

“Are you staring again?"

He knows.

"Huh?" You turned away from his gaze and back to the blueprint you were previously examining.

“You do that when my face wasn’t turned towards you, It's cute.” Viktor chuckled. “You must be really distracted.” He gestured to the paper in front of you. “You aren't one to make such a mistake under typical circumstances.”

You weren’t sure if Viktor meant to touch you when he reached over to grab the quill going unused in your hand, but you were surprised enough to accidentally pull your hand away. The collision caused him to drop the quill underneath the desk. 

“Oh! Shit, I’m sorry, let me,”

“Y/n that's not necessary I-” You were already underneath the desk before Viktor could finish his sentence, your knees knocked together awkwardly as you dropped down.

You grabbed the quill out from under the desk and handed it to Viktor who took it gingerly. He turned to look at you, eyebrows raised quizzically, face red. You felt heat rise into your cheeks. 

“Here.”

Viktor held the quill like it was made of glass, unsure of how to proceed. You watched in amusement, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest and elsewhere.

“Thank you, Y/n…” 

There was little space to maneuver underneath the desk and with your attempt to steady yourself, your hands fell onto his legs, with a small gasp from the man above you.

His reaction sparked confidence in you as you squeezed his thighs before trailing your palms up to his lap, you started to notice the warmth your bodies created underneath the desk, he looked down mouth agape and eyes wide.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked more in an attempt to compose himself than to check in with genuine concern.

So flustered, so pliant, you continued your experimental touches, rubbing and squeezing the flesh of his thighs through his pants, you could feel him growing warmer.

You saw he began to strain at the groin of his pants before he threw the quill onto the desk mindlessly and placed his hands over the tent in his pants.

"This isn't … I did not intend to" He fumbled "I'm so sorry y/n."

"So you wish for me to stop then?" You attempted eye contact with him as he turned his head to the side, breathing heavily, undoubtedly contemplating how he should proceed with you.

You two were close, yes, but this? This was unexpected, even to you. You both are bold to be sure, the tension between you had stretched thin to a mere thread, destined to break at this moment, he has only to ask.

"So it was your intention then?" 

You answered with a curt nod, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

"In that case, please... don't stop." His hands returned to the desk, opening and closing his fists, unsure what the do with them as you worked his buttons, and pulled him from his underwear with a slap against his skin, his cock reached nearly below his belly button, thick and long, and a peachy color reddening at the tip. His hips dotted beautifully with moles, beckoning to be tasted.

And how could you deny such an invitation?

"Mmh... Yn?" He breathed, and you raised your eyebrows and hummed in response. "No one can ever find out about this."

"Not a soul," You whispered against his skin sending a shiver through him.

Your lips pressed against the first, your tongue reaching out to leave a wet caress trailing from one mole to the other before backing away and you took notice of one on his lower shaft, and one just below the head.

He whimpered above you, his hands in perpetual fists as your breath warmed his cock before you kissed and licked up and down his thick shaft.

"Shit-" He hissed as he threw his head back, giving you a breathtaking view of his neck and the curls that surrounded it. "Ah I mean- pardon me-" You took his head into your mouth, twirling your tongue playfully around the swollen glans, "-fuck!"

He seemed unable to hold himself upright and he collapsed against the desk, you could hear the papers crumple and a few flew off, floating in the air for a moment before they reached the ground.

His fingers threaded themselves through your hair tugging gently. He grunted again as his hips bucked, fucking himself into your mouth filling your throat causing you to gag, and he choked out an apology. Your eyebrows furrowed and eyes bleary as you forced your throat to fit him, and he whined a pleasured cry at the feeling of your throat constricting impossibly tight around him.

It was a sight to behold, being the cause of his erudite mind descending into complete disarray.

You could see the muscle flex in his abdomen while his fingers moved along your jawline, cautiously grasping your head, examining your expression before continuing to press your head lower onto his cock.

It felt wonderful, so warm and smooth beneath your tongue. He groaned again, this time louder and more demanding. His head arched back and his back bent inwards, causing his hips to thrust upwards.

A few moments after you bobbed your head and wetted his cock nearly to the base, your tongue moved slowly upwards towards his tip sucking at his head once more, collecting the slick precum on your tongue.

"Y/n... I- may I take you in earnest?" He caressed your jaw as it hung open.

"And what exactly do you have in mind, hm?" You stroked the underside with your fingertips, and more of his pre-cum swiped against his belly, sticking to his happy trail, leaving him biting his lip before wheeling the stool back with his heels.

He reached his hands out to you and you held them, warm and big, his hands nearly engulfing your own as he pulled you out from under the desk.

His thumbs caressed your knuckles as he leaned in to press his lips against your own, surprisingly chaste for a man who just had his dick in your mouth.

His hands released yours and slid down to your ass, pulling you closer to him and you felt his length press against your body eliciting a lewd groan from Viktor into your mouth leading to an open-mouthed kiss.

You grasped at the base of his neck and threaded his locks through your fingers with a gentle tug.

He pressed kisses all around your mouth, peppering them lightly against your cheeks and jaw, his nose brushing against your earlobe, savoring your taste and scent.

You delighted in every second of his undivided attention, allowing him a rare chance at tasting you and exploring your mouth until he was completely lost in the sensation. He pushed you back until you hit the desk behind you, causing you to moan at the feel of his weight pressing against you.

You brought your hands to his hair grasping eagerly to push his mouth closer to yours and he backed away with a pant, a look of pensiveness on his face.

“Y/n, there is something I must say before we continue this… exchange.” his fingers trailed from your arm to your shoulder. “I would not think any less of you if this were to be a casual encounter, but I must be entirely honest with you y/n,” The back of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly, “I… I love you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty, almost as though it were the first time he'd said it aloud.

"You do?" You almost wanted to smack yourself for the cliched response but his hand grasped yours tighter and the other held your face up to look at him.

"Yes. I wanted more than anything to tell you since the beginning, but I was too afraid you wouldn't reciprocate my feelings." He looked at his feet. "That I would have ruined something good if you did not."

It sounded so rehearsed, so practiced, but you couldn't deny the way his hand trembled as it held yours. You leaned forward placing a tender kiss on his lips.

"I love you too. I have for some time." You chuckled, "If I'm being honest, I thought you knew." His fingers tightened their grip on you slightly and he smiled, releasing a breathy laugh into your mouth.

"I'm afraid affairs of love are a blind spot of mine, darling." He planted another kiss on your lips, "But we can work on this together,"

"We'll have plenty of time for that afterward." You leaned in to leave a kiss on his cheek, then whispered into his ear, "won't we?"

You felt him shudder at your touch. "Ah, of course, cizrnko."

"Cizrnko-?" You questioned.

"Just something I feel suits you..." He reasoned before burying his head into the crook of your neck, his hands continued to explore your torso sending chills through you.

You allowed your arms to wrap around him, holding him close against you.

You could still remember when you'd first started falling for him, the butterflies and flutters of affection you felt whenever he was around you, those same feelings resurfacing now. The way he made you feel, the way he made you want to be near him, the way he made you feel safe.

You loved him.

You wanted him more than anything.

His hands fell lower and lower, and he backed away from your neck slowly, "Can I touch you?"

You yearned for more of his attention, more of his touch. The warmth between your legs becomes nearly unbearable. "Please,"

He obliged palming you through your pants and making you shudder. His hand was so big, the friction was overwhelming and you moaned, your back arching as you tried to catch your breath.

"You like that don't you?"

"Ngh..." You nodded.

"You want me to touch you properly, don't you?" He pressed a kiss to your neck, nibbling softly, and then sucked on your pulse point eliciting a gasp from you. "Say it... Say you want me to fuck you with my fingers."

"Viktor please..." You moaned, the feeling almost foreign to you. His hand slipped inside of your pants, his fingers rubbing against your clit making you arch your back into his grasp.

"Shh.. as much as I want to hear you we have to be quiet." He hushed. Your breath quickened as he began to pump his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing over your clit, and your legs spread more for him, meeting the thrusts of his long fingers.

You bit your lip trying to suppress a whimper, but a sharp intake of breath escaped your lips when he began to move faster, rubbing circles around your bud between each thrust, the pad of his digits pressing against your walls, hitting the spot that made you shake and clench around him.

"Shit... you're close?" He muttered. "Fuck... Y/n, come for me, let go for me." He growled, his fingers pressing harder against that spot, fucking you through your orgasm as you suppressed your moans. "Oh... you're so fucking good for me, cizrnko,"

He withdrew his fingers from you, examining them covered in your cum before licking the tip with a groan.

"So fucking good." He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing them to your bottom lip, "Open."

And you did, his fingers slid into your mouth, sticky and sweet with your cum as he pressed them against your tongue. "Good, just like that." He praised "Now," He pulled his fingers from your mouth. "I am not quite finished with you yet," He grasped your ass pulling you off the edge of the desk and pulling your pants down "Turn around." He commanded and you did as he said, you bent over the desk giving him a good angle to take you. He grabbed your hips tightly, "Tell me if anything is too much, I want to make you feel good."

"Yes, yes please just- Ah-!" He pressed the tip against you, pushing in easily with your wetness. He hissed as he buried himself in your cunt, still pulsing from your last orgasm.

"Gods, y/n, I love how wet you are." He murmured as he thrust into you. His praise went through you like electricity and you let out a debauched moan.

"Fuck, y/n, I said you have to be quiet," He brought his hand around to cover your mouth "You have to," he repeated. You nodded as he fucked into you again and again.

"Mmmh," You whimpered against his palm.

You noticed his thrusts becoming erratic and uncalculated for a moment then a flash of red in his other hand grasped his un-done tie balled up.

"Put this in your mouth," He instructed, your mouth opened submissively as he placed the tie in your mouth.

Both his hands gripped your hips once more, using them to push you on and off his cock. He fucked you fiercely, making you collapse halfway onto the desk, your fingernails scratching at the metal.

He felt amazing, making you lose all coherent thought, it was all him, just him and his cock fucking you.

You were drowning in pleasure, drowning in the taste of him, drowning in the sound of his moans and grunts as he continued slamming into you and you could barely register it all because every part of you was focused solely on him. He filled you, making the heat in your stomach grow.

You felt the pressure building and you wanted more of it, wanted to get lost in his touch and in the feeling of his body on top of you, filling you completely, fucking you as if his own life depended on it. He took you by surprise by moving one of his hands down and stroking your clit chasing your orgasm.

Your knees buckled under you and you clutched at the desk trying to steady yourself as you came undone beneath him, mind-shattering and immense, the pleasure washing over you until you collapsed, sated, weak, and spent in his arms.

You were panting heavily as he continued to fuck you, still keeping a tight hold of the tie balled up in your teeth.

"Are you okay, cizrnko?" He asked, voice hoarse and ragged. You managed to nod against the desk. He pulled out and you whined, clenching around nothing.

He bent over you to take the tie from your mouth as he stroked himself. You turned around on the desk, spreading your legs and lifting your shirt to show your belly.

"Cum, please, I want to feel it." You begged, placing your hand on his own as he stroked faster. He came with a growl and it shot onto your stomach and pressed the head against your cunt, you felt the warmth of it spill into your opening.  

You sighed contently before bringing your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. and he ran a hand through your hair.

"Don't ever forget that I love you."

“Never," You whispered wrapping your arms around his chest, snuggling into his warm embrace, and resting your head against his chest. A soft smile spread across his face. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head.

"Sleep with me tonight?" He spoke quietly, running his hand over your hair.   

"Sleep? I thought you never went to bed." You teased. He kissed your forehead.

"Maybe I don't... but with you? I fear I may never leave it."

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