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Emperor Geta x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, gladiatorial combat, animalistic tendencies, uhhhg there’s a breeding kink. This was not proofread.

Word Count: 2.3k

Authors Comments: Iiiii was a major Roman Empire nerd as a kid, so if there’s stuff you’re like “that seemed specific” about? I promise you the research was done and I had to consult my notebooks from when I was a teeny tot (like a young teen). And yes, thumbs up signified death because it represented an upturned sword for combat, and the thumbs down signified sparing the loser, by turning your sword down to sheath

The light fabric of the linen chiton you wore felt like chains, the beautiful gold brooches holding it in place and the belt that rested low on your waist like the shackles. Leading you to a life you’d never wanted. To a future you knew you’d loathe so deeply. This wasn’t the life you’d dreamt of as a young woman. Bringing peace to an empire, marrying a man who was made perfectly for you by the gods.

All of these opportunities had been ripped from between your fingers. Your life slipped away the moment you’d heard that Emperor Geta had set his sights on you. He was callous, pompous, the human equivalent of a promenading lion. He thought nothing but the best of himself, and believed he deserved things equally as good. One of those things being you.

Your finger delicately worked on adjusting the raw leather straps of your sandals. The stephane felt like it was weighting your whole body down, veil swishing against your nape, sending chills down your spine. That the earth may swallow you whole in one fell motion was a wishful thought as you carefully examined the large hall.

It was egregious, how much gold one man could have. How many statues of himself an individual could bare to own. Slowly standing from the large chaise you’d been guided too and approaching one. tracing the curve of his nose, the apples of his cheeks. The manic look they’d managed to capture in his marble portrait, captured perfectly within the massive pupils. Scoffing lightly before hearing a laugh from behind you that caused your skin to pebble viciously. Turning around to face him.

The statue somehow didn’t manage to perfectly capture his mania. Pupils so wide they looked almost entirely black. A wolfish grin. His entire body reeked of need and want.

“You, are even more beautiful than Caracalla described…just look at you-“ his hands clamped down on your upper arms. Holding you in place as he hummed. “You’ll do nicely…” he murmured as you quirked a brow lightly.

You prayed that when you asked, he’d give you a different answer than what you’d been prepared for. Not wanting to surrender yourself to matrimony with a man so viciously bloodthirsty and self righteous. “What will I do nicely for, imperator?” You whispered as he let his eyes glaze over your body. Taking in every inch of you before nodding.

“Don’t be silly, you know what I brought you here for. I have chosen you to be my empress. Not Caracalla’s. Strictly my own.” He insisted as he moved a hand up to grip your jaw while humming. “You’ll take to the role with pride. A loving and affectionate empress…and you’ll give me my sons to lead the future of my empire once my time has come. Am I understood?” He questioned as you scoffed lightly to yourself. Fixing your rings and pulling away. Pacing the large floor of the hall as he kept his eyes on you. Ready to pounce if necessary.

“I am marrying you strictly for familial agreement. Through my loyalty for my empire and my dedication to my familial name…it has nothing to do with you.” You murmured as he sucked on his teeth lightly. You weren’t afraid of him, you saw yourself as an independent being, even a possible equal. An equal amount of hatred that matched his levels of obsession. Overall, he was clearly agitated by your lack of throwing yourself at him, the need for you to desperately present yourself to him. Though he wouldn’t push it. To get you out from under Caracalla’s thumb was difficult enough, so he’d take what he could get.

“Your chambers are prepared, you’ll be dressed for our wedding and you’ll smile. You’ll be grateful.” He ordered as you nodded, allowing the two women by the doorway to follow you out as you sighed in frustration to yourself.

These women were terrified to touch you, though they attempted to feebly conceal their terror as you hummed. Hair carefully arranged with an orange veil placed atop. Slipping into the white woven fabric of your wedding tunic, and slipped on orange sandals. Careful with them as you worked on fastening the knot of Hercules around your waist. Nodding slowly as you assessed yourself in the mirror.

It felt like lead lined your stomach as you approached the large garden, eyes meeting with Geta’s own. Your family and his court clearly anxiously awaiting your arrival. Your dowry had been exchanged, and Geta grinned delightedly at the sight of you approaching. Wringing his fingers, rings loudly knocking together as you frowned in mild fury. He was childish and cocky and self absorbed, albeit a bit handsome.

You stopped in front of him as the two of you read over the marriage contract. His eyes constantly flicking up to you as you lifted your metal pen from the inkwell. Scrawling your name with confidence as he followed suit. His hand suddenly clutching your left wrist as your head whipped to look at him. Geta removing the thick red stoned ring upon one of his fingers and slipping it onto one of your own as he hummed contentedly. Clearly awaiting reciprocation for his affections.

You carefully took his face, pressing a pursed lip kiss to his own plush pink lips as he cradled the back of your head and your waist. Satisfied with his win. Cementing your future with your new husband, as empress.

Your wedding was a few months ago, and in that time you’d been growing to know, like, and even love Geta. Although shrouded in cruel mystery, he did have a tender heart when it came to you. Gifting you lavishly, bathing you in riches and praise. You’d never gone to bed on an empty stomach, and you managed to share romantic pleasantries with him regularly.

You sat beside him as you watched a battle in the coliseum. Head perched on your fist in boredom as he smiled wide at you. The folds of your brooches and adornments complimenting the rich purples of your own robes. Your stephane crooked as his hand delicately reached up to adjust it. “Isn’t this delightful my heart?” He whispered eagerly as you scoffed in light amusement. Grinning lightly at him as you kissed his rings lightly.

“It’s alright. Gladiator fights have never…settled my nerves. If anything the bloodsport terrifies me…” you murmured as his own lips pulled into a tight frown. Though unlike usual, he didn’t have a smart or cold comment to make.

You carefully watched the two men fight, though you could barely call them that. Barely older than sixteen a piece as you chewed on your lip. The larger of the two slamming his sword into the smaller boys shield. Reminding you of the kind boys you’d known in your youth who had the whole world in front of them, stolen in war. Your heart heavy at the sight.

Geta’s eyes were trained on you. Noticing the paleness in your face, watering eyes as you left your chair to look over the edge of the balcony at these boys. Heart pounding in your ears as he sighed. He was furious, he was angry…love had “weakened” him, was what Caracalla had lamented before. But in his eyes, it simply made him better for you. Being weak for one’s own wife was impossible.

Your head whipped to look at him as the smaller boy was bloodied and bruised. Whipped to the ground by his foe as Geta stood slowly for the crowd to see.

He lifted his hand slowly, glancing over at you as his thumb rested on its side. He would typically give a thumbs up, signaling the death of the weaker boy…but instead his thumb dropped. The crowd gasping at the young man being spared at the Emperors command.

Geta’s eyes flicked to you one last time. Seeing nothing but adoration in them as he dismissed his co-contributors frustrated muttering, walking off with you to your shared chambers as he hummed in your ear.

“You’re welcome…” he whispered as you rolled your eyes lightly at him. Kissing his cheek lightly as you closed the large doors behind yourself.

With your back to him, you slowly worked on unhooking the brooches of your chiton, letting the fabric pool at your feet as you worked on removing your sandals slowly. Hearing his movements stop, eyes on you as you grinned lightly over your shoulder.

“You have shown such monumental growth…and kindness…and change, my emperor…” you whispered as you stalked towards him. His breath shaky and heavy as he carefully nodded. “I am so amazed by you…” you murmured as he watched your hands making work of the fasteners on his own tunic. It slipping down his shoulders as you smiled.

“I want…to reward you,” you murmured into his ear. Geta was a man who worked on praise, adoration and reward. He needed something for every “accomplishment” he made. This time you’d give him something more.

He let himself be lied back on your massive bed, his cock slowly hardening. Pressed to his stomach. Cheeks and chest flushed as you hummed lightly to yourself. He deserved this, even if it was simple human decency…it was a major turning point for him.

You kissed along his jaw, down his neck, his chest. Lightly nipping at his flushed skin as you worked lower and lower. Pressing kisses down his stomach and licking along the light indentations of his abs before finally paying attention to his desperate cock.

Already twitching lightly, Geta was not a hard man to work up. Lightly pressing warm, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. Tenderly massaging his balls as he whimpered lightly at your ministrations. Following your movements with frantic eyes.

He shivered lightly as he felt your lips lightly wrap around his tip. Lazily sucking and stroking the rest of his shaft lightly. Having used your kisses from earlier as a bit of lubrication. Stroking in time with your slowly bobbing head. Every few moments getting lower and lower. Relishing on the velvety feeling of his thick cock against your tongue. Finally taking your hand away and placing it on his hip. The other taking his right hand and leading it to the back of your head as he trembled lightly. “My heart…please-“ his whisper wasn’t much more than a breath.

The lewd noises of you taking him deep down your throat, slowly sucking while hollowing out your cheeks. Obediently tending to his needs as you groaned desperately against him. Your free hand trailing downward to massage your own clit as he bucked his hips lightly.

“You tease me…” he growled out. “With your desperate hands, your heavenly mouth, your body on full display…you tear me into nothing but tatters of a man…and you relish in my desperation,” he hissed as you pulled your head off.

Stroking his cock lightly as you maintained eye contact with him. Your own blown out with need and want as you continued to tend to your own clit. Sensitive bud twitching under your small, circular motions. Geta’s eyes trained on simply you. Filled with nothing but love and obsession as he growled.

Taking your wrists firmly, he pulled your hands away from both of your own sensitive bodies. Working on lying you back as he pressed his lips to your ear. “You’re a temptress…and you’ll understand just how deeply I want for you…and you’ll give me my sons,” he hissed as he worked one of your legs up around his waist. Keeping one hand on your wrists, pinned above your head as he lined himself up with your wanting cunt. Slowly easing himself into you.

You could feel every vein, every curve. A desperate moan being ripped from you as you arched your back lightly. Geta’s soft laugh and heaving breaths the only other noise you could focus on. His mouth greedily kissing along your soft skin. Nipping at your shoulders and neck. Trailing down to your breasts. Lightly taking your left nipple between his teeth. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud while lazily rolling his hips. Breeding you on his terms.

“Fucking…mnghhh…you’re so good~” he mumbled between mouthfuls of greedy kisses. His thrusts short and swift. Though deep enough to give that knot in your stomach a bit of reprieve. Humming contentedly to himself as he watched your lust clouded eyes. “I can’t promise that you’ll be able to do much once im finished…” he murmured as he began to focus on his thrusts.

Deep and swift, pressing deep into your twitching cunt, your wrists finally free of his grasp as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Holding him close as he fucked deeper into you. “It’s a blessing, to get to carry the future of our empire. Thank me for blessing you…” he growled out as he held your hips firmly. Your moans in time with his thrusts as you struggled to form a single coherent thought.

“Fuck!…thank you, for allow-…allowing me to carry your heirs, and the future of Rome!” Your voice cracked between moans as he laughed lightly. Working on bringing you to your orgasm as he hummed.

Your body felt like it was ablaze, each thrust causing that knot to unravel further and further. Whimpering in desperation and squawking desperately before letting your head fall back. His name spilling past your lips before feeling that knot come undone. Mouth falling open in incoherent babbles as Geta fucked you through your orgasm. Making sure you were thoroughly satisfied and gritting his teeth.

Unable to hold himself back much longer, his thrusts became short and swift before he hilted himself deep within you and came. His own mutters just broken up syllables of your name, trembling arms, and weak kisses along your skin. His body collapsing upon your own as he pressed hot and gentle kisses to your skin.

“I love you…” he murmured, allowing his eyes to close as you lightly combed through his hair. Your own growing heavy as you sighed.

“I love you too…”

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It inspired me tooooooo greatly so take this little blurb!!!

No skin tone or true appearances are defined, just that the reader is female.

It has not been proofread and I did not check the word count, I was just too excited to write it-

Your life had been nothing more than bathing in lavish riches and drinking in the obsessive affections of your darling husband. Having been delivered as a gift to both emperor, and Geta having traded every last concubine he had in order to keep you to himself. The last two years a phenomenal experience.

You’d just finished your bath. Dabbing perfumed oils behind your ears and along your pulse point, before dusting yourself in a faint powder to prevent sweating in warm Roman summers. It leaving a dusty layer across your skin as you carefully fixed the brooches on your robes and the circlet atop your head as you smiled adoringly at your reflection. You were the crown jewel of the empire, and you’d never forget it.

Slipping on your bangles, you carefully stood and walked onto your massive balcony, cooing adoringly at the lion cub that chased birds about. A gift from Geta a few weeks ago, to celebrate two years of your beautiful marriage. It racing up to you as you struggled to lift the cub into your lap as it excitedly pawed at your face and shoulders.

Your peace was eventually disturbed by footsteps dragging themselves along the marble floors. It wasn’t Geta, and Caracalla wasn’t dumb enough to approach you in your private quarters. Expecting a lady in waiting or any of the servants before locking eyes with a soldier. One of the generals right hands. A man you’d seen at parties and gladiatorial battles, now approaching you with a fury in his eyes.

“Empress…” he murmured, watching your every move as you carefully hummed. Gesturing towards the large bench across from you as he sat slowly. Setting his helmet behind him as he scowled lightly.

“How can I help-“ you were cut off by his own words. “Get your husband to end the war,” he demanded as you carefully quirked a brow. There had always been a bit of an uproar about the necessity of war. How many young men were laying their lives down for a nation that barely seemed to care when they died. Your husband revered as the best thing that had ever happened to Rome and the downfall of the empire all in one breath.

“I do not have that level of power,” you insisted, the cub chewing on your fingers as the man scoffed. “You act as though you cannot sway your husband…long legs, full lips…you’ve already given him a son,” he referenced the infant who Geta had been occupied showing off to his curt, and insinuating you could seduce your husband. The mention of your darling boy enough to enrage you as you got up, turning to walk away before yelping in pain.

His hand was clamped around your wrist. Holding it so very snugly as his fingers dimpled your flesh. The powder being absorbed by the sweat upon his fingertips. Slick with the perspiration caused by stress, heat and rage. “I lost my boy…I lost my everything, and you cannot deny me compensation for my grief-“ he hissed. Shoving you to the ground as your bangles clattered. The lion cub moving to protect you as the man scoffed. Reaching down to grab you before ripping his hand away at the sound of the doors opening, Geta coming in with your golden haired angel of a son on his hip. Brows narrowing as he looked between the two of you.

“What’s the meaning of this…?” He questioned as your eyes flicked from the soldier, to your husband, to your darling boy who was giggling while tugging at his father’s brooches. Swallowing your terror as you shakily stood.

“We were discussing the latest conquest they were sent on…and I collapsed from the heat…” you murmured as you stood slowly, Gets taking your arm delicately and going to adjust your bangles. Noticing the fingerprints on your wrist as his eyes widened.

Wordlessly, he handed you your son. Escorting you out as the doors hinges creaked behind him. Squeaky copper mimicking his own deranged laughter as you hummed contentedly.

Nobody dared to challenge the crown.

so, just had a thot 🤭. Like in the movie The Mummy (if you remember/seen it :)) how Anck-su-namun is covered/painted in gold, (as to tell if anyone else besides the King/Pharaoh has touched her) I feel Geta would do the same to his little and latest play-thing ... he'd be possessive for sure and get all stabby if he were to ever find out if someone .. anyone dared be so bold as to even look or think about touching his property in such a way

Him getting pissed because someone touched what belongs to him would definitely be hot as fuck. I need someone to write this because I have too many wips right now. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Book Showcase: ANATOMY OF A MEET CUTE by Addie Woolridge

Today's book showcase features an #excerpt from the just-released ANATOMY OF A MEET CUTE by @addiewrites, published by #Montlake. #fiction #romance #newrelease #recommendedread @AmazonPub @IAmMBlankenship #BlankenshipPR

Anatomy of a Meet Cute by Addie WoolridgeISBN: 9781662504570 (Trade Paperback)ISBN: 9798400105005 (Audiobook on CD)ASIN: B0BLZPXN6S (Audible audiobook)ASIN: B0B68899C8 (Kindle edition)Page Count: 331Release Date: March 7, 2023Publisher: MontlakeGenre: Fiction | Romance | Multicultural Romance | Romantic Comedy Sparks fly when an ob-gyn butts heads with a doctor at her new hospital in this…

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Depois de literalmente três anos longe do 1x1 e até mesmo do tumblr por ‘n’ motivos, eu decidi voltar porque no fim das contas era e ainda é a melhor terapia, lully linda tá de prova disso sim. ENTÃO BORA LÁ? Eu sou a Addie e pra quem me conhecia de anos atrás, a própria addie do @addiewrites e pra quem vai conhecer agora a addie desse aqui mesmo FDSUISDF

Por estar de volta e sedenta eu quero vários plotzinhos lindos e maravilhosos, eu tenho uma lista de wishes e por hora apenas dois plots bunny reblogados, mas nada impede que vocês me mandem o que queiram jogar, real. Vou deixar embaixo do read more alguns aqui meus. E se quiserem jogar é só chamar no chat ou então deixar um likezineo aqui que vou atrás de vocês, sem problema. ♥

Um au! do Estranho Mundo de Jack, mas com a diferença de que as seria com pessoas reais. Se alguém já assistiu o filme sabe que a Sally é filha do Dr. Finklestein e ela é toda costurada por ser uma espécie de versão feminina do Frankestein. No au! todas essas costuras dela seriam cicatrizes de abusos sofridos pelo pai, todas seriam de maneiras severas e existiriam nos mesmos locais que as costuras que ela possui na animação. Aqui a Sally não gostaria muito de sair na rua por acreditar que as pessoas temeriam olhar para ela por conta de sua face e seu corpo e mesmo ela trabalhando na farmácia que pertence ao pai ela tem vergonha de se apresentar as pessoas, mesmo que todos estejam acostumados com a face dela. Então um dia ela conhece um forasteiro que surge na farmácia para comprar alguns remédios necessários para sua próxima viagem, que seria ele então o Jack. Diferente de todo mundo, ele veria uma beleza única na Sally e daria um jeito de mostrar a ela que é bela do jeito que é. O plot seria nisso de Jack mostrar uma nova visão do mundo e dela mesma pra Sally. Ela finalmente conhecendo o que era/é amor de verdade.

Algum au! ou até mesmo plot que seja do Capitão América (Steve Rogers) com o Soldado Invernal (Bucky Barnes), ou até mesmo algum com o Bucky e um personagem oc, no problem.

Algum plot com uma dessas quatro gay versions aqui: (x, x, x e x)

Onde Muse A é uma princesa refugiada de seu país, o qual ela iria se tornar a futura rainha já que seus pais haviam sido assassinados e ninguém sequer teve conhecimento acerca do assassino. No dia da coroação ela sofreu um atentado que a fizera fugir sem nem olhar para trás. Acabou então por ser encontrada por um fazendeiro próximo a fronteira e passara a morar com ele e lá ela conhece Muse B que odeia totalmente os trejeitos da princesa e sequer acredita em qualquer palavra dela, pois acha que é só uma desculpa por ser uma garota ridiculamente mimada, mas conforme vai passando o tempo eles vão se aproximando cada vez mais e Muse B começa a ver que a garota tem um coração bom.

Muse A e Muse B são espiões, foram designados a descobrirem um desfalque em uma empresa e o roubo de diversas pinturas mais do que valiosas em seus respectivos países. Porém, para que tudo desse certo e eles tivessem de conseguir uma maior eficiência em suas missões, eles teriam de fingir serem noivos. Mas o que ninguém esperava era que isso os tornaria mais próximos do que deveria.

Depois de hoje ver um filme de uma das várias versões da cinderella, um em que Muse A teria perdido o pai e passado a morar com a madrasta e as duas irmãs horrorosas e ela conhece Muse B que vê nela uma garota doce e gentil e até mesmo um tanto quanto louca dependendo da situação, mas não sabe que por trás de tanta loucura ou até mesmo suposta felicidade existe uma garota que sofre dos mais diversos abusos e que sofre a cada vez que sua madrasta ousa abrir a boca para falar com ela.

NÃO SÃO DE MINHA AUTORIA MAS QUE ADORARIA JOGAR:

give me a m/m or f/f plot where both of them aren’t out to their parents yet and spend nights at each other’s houses. their parents think they’re just being teenagers and doing whatever best friends do when they’re actually making out and having sex and all that throughout the night and it’s just a lot of “stop moaning so loud, you’re going to wake everyone” and teasing them behind their family’s back when they’re not looking

//au where the head cheerleader of one team has a secret fling with the quarterback of her rival school and if someone finds out they could get kicked off of both of their teams that’s how fierce the competition is gIVE ME

a plot where MUSE A and MUSE  B have been best friends since.. forever, they are basically joined at the hip and would do anything for the other, but the only problem is that they always get jealous when the other hangs out with a potential love interest. one day, MUSE A and MUSE B go to a friend’s party together and get drunk and kiss - but only MUSE A remembers after that night, and MUSE B has no idea whatsoever what happened. MUSE A realizes that he has developing feelings for his friend and it all goes from there…

soulmate au where hermione felt the exact moment draco got his dark mark and she withered to her bedroom floor in pain and she could see all the disgusting things he would have to endure bc he can’t hold it back and there’s so many tears and hoarse screams that they can’t tell what’s coming from who and even though they know they’re soulmates they’ve barely interacted outside of insults but hermione in unbearable pain pushes some of her softest memories towards him like buying her favorite sugar quills, twirling in her favorite white sundress, the quiet of the library, going apple picking, the moment where she touched him for the first time when they stuck on a moving staircase and tbh that was enough for draco to get by.

“i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au (☉‿☉✿)

plot where muse a’s girlfriend/boyfriend/family member/best friend dies and muse b see’s him break down after the funeral by his/her car, offering to drive muse a home. muse b spends the next couple of years being muse a’s best friend, taking care of them when no one else knew how. they help them apply to schools, make sure they go out and socialize, and basically nurture through grief attentively. flash forward three years, they are both now in college either nearby or at the same school and muse a brings their new significant other home for christmas. little did they know, muse b has held a deep crush and love for muse a for years now, waiting patiently for them to be ready for a real relationship. muse b become furious with muse a, jealousy taking over them. the plot starts with muse be screaming ‘i gave you three years of my life. i gave you everything i had and this is how you repay me?’ before christmas dinner I WOW please someone give this to me now.

plot about muse a and muse b who were two high school sweethearts who had a really bad break-up but are always kind of on each other’s minds even as the years pass and then one day muse a moves into an apartment complex miles away from their hometown because of a job and their neighbor is constantly having sex and it’s just getting really annoying so one night they they go knock on the door to say ‘HEY CAN YOU STOP BANGING ALL THE TIME I’M TRYING TO SLEE–’ and then whoops it’s muse b. surprise!!

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Zutara Week 2014- Day 3 Motorcycle

A/N: Have not written anything in a long time. May be cheesy. May not make any sense. May just be plain Badong. I guess enjoy it anyways. 

Ride For A Ride 

  He had given her a ride on his dragon once.The dragon was like a fantasy to Katara. Such a creature was considered a thing of legend, so when Zuko bragged that he had found one and tamed it, she needed proof. As a man of his word, he did. In doing so, he placed him self into a dream. 

    It was a surreal event from beginning to end.Upon seeing her in person he felt light as if he were floating. An enchantment was cast. When they took to the skies, it took full effect.

   "Hold on," he told her as they swerved in the air.      Katara was not afraid or tense at all. She held onto him firmly, back straight, head held high. For most of the trip, the master waterbender was silent. They chattered upon seeing familiar sights. Zuko attempted to initiate conversation when it got too quiet for him.

   The Fire Lord's eyes would wander downwards a little more than he would care to admit just to look at how her arms curved around him. His stomach fluttered at the sight and he couldn't deny that it felt good-- he felt safe.  He would also try to catch glimpses of her face but force himself to look straight ahead. 

   He could smell her hair--a distinct floral scent, vaguely, being carried by the wind. Katara's face pressed into his back. Zuko knew she was trying to get comfortable. He did not try to look at her from the corner of his eyes or look back. Instead, he closed his eyes and imagined her pressed against him, eyes closed with a light smile on her face. Then, he imagined her hair, flowing in the hypnotic rhythm of her element.        When they landed, Katara gave Zuko a big hug. Then she told him that Sokka was going to teach her how to ride something called a motorcycle. She promised to take him on a ride once she had learned. 

  Time passed and surely Katara kept her word. The two met up and talked over a cup of tea. The dream started all over again. After catching up, Katara led the fire lord to her ride. She put on her helmet and with a smirk tossed another one to her companion. Zuko caught the helmet with ease but continued to look on at his female companion with a puzzled look. Her grin grew even wider as she beckoned him to sit behind her. The fire lord swallowed, swinging one leg over the vehicle and then the other. 

    "You'll be ok," Katara promised as she revved up the engine.     At the loud noises and the vibrations, Zuko jumped. Even though he was on the ground her couldn't help the feeling of his stomach jumping to his throat. His body was stiff as a board and every once in a while he felt him self squeezing on Katara. 

    Just like their last adventure, they ended up talking when confronting familiar people, places, objects... This time around Zuko was mostly quiet. Katara tried to fill the silence with small chit-chat. Of course, she was a natural at starting conversations.       As they rode on, Zuko felt himself easing up and also thinking of the southern water tribe woman before him. For a brief moment he thought back to the day they pursued the Southern Raiders. He remembered riding behind her while she was at the helm, directing Appa. Riding on Appa of course didn't call for close contact. But he could still remember the sight of her back, how it curved and her beautiful hair...

  That all-too familiar scent wafted right into his nose and he found himself being pulled into the present. Zuko found himself in between sleep and wakefulness, his face buried into Katara's hair, inhaling deeply. The only thing that was real was that scent.... that scent, his arms around her and her warmth. 

-End.

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@writing-prompts-musically I love it so much! Thank you for the inspiration!

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She's my best friend. She has been since the first day of fourth grade.

You grew into such a beautiful woman. Outgoing and extroverted, I knew it wouldn't be long until everybody else discovered your beauty as well.

I grew into such a strange person, if I'm being honest with myself. I laugh at my own jokes, my clothes never match, and I'm somehow simultaneously too quiet and too loud at all times.

It would make sense, if we had grown apart. Hell, I expected it. But no. You held onto me no matter what. When it was the first homecoming game and you were on the cheer team, you caught my gaze whenever you could. And up in the bleachers, my eyes never left yours.

Your sweet 16, a huge party where at least a hundred people were invited, the seat next to mine is where you sat most often. You would traverse the crowd gracefully, like you were meant to be there. But you would always return to my side. I was honored.

You must have been asked to Prom five or six different times. But your answer was always no. "No," you said, "I'm going with my best friend." And that was the first time that you addressing me as your "best friend" hurt. You were crowned that night, while I snuck out the back.

You have your whole life ahead of you. We both do. I suppose this is me realizing that our lives are destined to be so vastly different, that maybe "Best Friends" is all we'll ever be.

I'm crushed by that. But in the end. It's still an honor that I will carry with pride.

Song Prompt #20

Wonder - Lauren Aquilina

You're in love with the most popular person in school.

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dependendo da idade que você quer dar, mas a vic ou phoebe <3

É mais ou menos 19/20, elas são as que estão na frente da fila para serem escolhidas kk

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“I know you’re hurting. I am, too.” “Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?” “I’m your worst fear, you’ll find it in me.” (theogan <3)

“I know you’re hurting. I am, too.”

“Você tá sofrendo? Eu… tô machucando você?” Perguntou com uma voz tão quebrada quanto seu peito se sentia, perdendo sua vista entre os olhos claros do outro e o chão por ser quase fisicamente doloroso ver o peso nos olhos do maior. “Não, não Logan, não diz isso! Olha, eu posso mudar, ok? Eu posso… eu posso fazer melhor, eu juro!” Disse em meio ao desespero, dando alguns passos erráticos em direção ao outro, mas voltando como se houvesse sido queimado ao perceber que, dessa vez, um contato físico saindo de si poderia não ser muito bem recebido pelo outro. “Olha, eu posso esconder isso, eu posso controlar. Nós vamos ser apenas os melhores amigos de sempre, eu juro, só por favor, por favor não…” Não o que? ‘Não me deixe’, ‘não me odeie’? Eram tantos medos que Theo não sabia nem dizer qual deles doeria mais. “Só… me diz o que fazer, por favor.”

“Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?”

“Eu não sei, de você me odiar?” Murmurou como se fosse obvio, escondendo a cabeça entre as mãos, sentado como se orasse para aquela situação a sua frente não estivesse acontecendo, não tendo coragem de erguer os olhos par pura covardia e se sentindo o mais inútil dos homens por não conseguir nem mesmo ver a verdade que ele sabia que estaria estampada na face do melhor amigo. “Me corrija se eu estiver errado, mas não são todos os caras que lidam bem com o melhor amigo sendo gay, sabe.” Continuou no mesmo tom, pouco comum para ele, mas que não poderia ser diferente naquela hora, não quando ele tinha que dizer o obvio pra Logan e ao mesmo tempo temer a reação do outro para isso.

“I’m your worst fear, you’ll find it in me.”

Theo balança a cabeça em uma negação muda e agarra os ombros de Logan, esperando este estender seu sinal e levantar seu olhar para que os deles ficassem no mesmo nível. “Eu nunca, nunca, teria medo de você, Logan” Disse sem por um momento desviar os olhos dos azuis a sua frente, esperando que o maior visse nos seus o que talvez as palavras não poderiam mostrar, porque ele sabe que não há nada que ele possa dizer que vá afastar a magoa que o moreno estava sentindo naquele momento, aquele pesar que ele colocara em si mesmo, mas Theo tinha que tentar, simplesmente tinha. “Você é o meu melhor amigo Logan, e eu não ligo para que raios aconteceu no exército, nada vai mudar isso. E seja lá o que for, vamos dar um jeito nisso, nós vamos dar um jeito nisso, entendeu?” Theo disse a ele, e isso era tudo que ele poderia fazer, o único conforto que ele poderia oferecer e sua própria incompetência lhe amargava a língua.

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tumblr resolve to have a break for while ):

yep, i can see that now tbh everybody is catching on

ofc it breaks nice job tumblr staff

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Sugar Crash

Pairing: Erik Campbell x GN! Reader

Synopsis: I don't actually know! I felt motivated, and I cranked out something I genuinely like! And if you like it? Let me know!

Themes: bakeries, fluff, tipsy Erik, Erik has a Jacob's ladder, smut that's oddly domestic, mild sadism, an establishing friendship, no gender specific descriptions, awkwardness, summer parties, CANON DIVERGENCE

Word Count: 7.7k

Your eyes carefully scanned over the magazine in front of you, snapping your gum as quietly as one could do so, eyes trailing over models far too airbrushed and far too cinched, damn you photoshop. Sighing out your nose as you flicked the magazine shut at the sound of the bell above the door jingle. Pulling your lips into an impossibly tight customer service smile that didn't quite reach your eyes and looking up.

"Welcome to The Sugar Shack, your sweet tooth is our specialty…" it came out more monotonous than intended, looking over the very sweet girl you recognized as Julia, who your vaguely recognized from high school, and who'd usually come in with her mother, and two men trailing beside her as you hummed lightly.

"Hiiii," Julia started as she carefully moved her sunglasses into a makeshift headband, carefully looking over the menu and straight past you as you turned your attention to her company, smiling lightly at the sweeter looking of the two as he waved nervously.

"If you have any allergies or dietary concerns, let me know. We do peanut, dairy and gluten free. We don't do flour free or sugar free, or else we'd just be The Shack and that makes us sound like a whole different establishment~" it left in a mildly singsong manner as her other companion grinned lightly.

"The Shack is somewhere I feel I'd spend most of my Saturday nights," he snorted as your grin tightened, it didn't feel as funny coming from him. He just had a look about him, though you were working on your assumptive tendencies, not fair to judge. Though your inner scolding was thrown off by Julia smacking him lightly on the chest.

"Erik, behave yourself," she chastised as he winced lightly. "Sorry about him, he thinks he's funny. Do you guys do large orders? Say like…twenty four cupcakes and a sheet cake for like…twenty people?" She asked, talking with her hands as her wristlet jingled and you nodded.

You put your finger up in a 'wait a minute' manner before going under the counter to grab the binder full of sizes, designs, and price estimates. Setting it down carefully as you flipped through it quietly to larger sheet cakes.

"We can do custom designs, and we can do pictures too. Cake printing, it's the future," it sounded apathetic, and you could tell they noticed. That was terrible customer service. "Sorry it's, just a real tough day…" you explained yourself as Julia waved it off. "We all have tough days, clearly it isn't personal," she insisted softly as you exhaled through your nose, relaxing the tension in your shoulders as you nodded.

"Weeee, need something for a birthday party? This one's birthday party~" she poked Erik repeatedly on the shoulder as he batted her hand away. "Mostly just family, a couple friends of ours too…so I feel like…a full sheet would be great?" Julia insisted as you nodded to yourself.

"Okay perfect…anything I should avoid for starters?" You flipped open your desktop notepad as the blonde raised his hand. "Hi, im Bobby! Well, im Robert but everybody calls me Bobby. Uhhh, peanuts will, kill meeee, so just, make sure the cake isn't, contaminated." he insisted as you wrote 'NO PEANUT! WILL DIE!' in bold letters, underlining it three times as he snorted lightly.

Your attention turned to the soon-to-be birthday boy, who you'd learned was named Erik earlier. His eyes widening a bit as you pointed a pen at him and grinned lightly. "Tell me, the vibe you're going for, or the image you want. I will make, literally anything…as long as it's not completely not safe for work…" you laid out the guidelines as he leaned forward, matching your energy.

"I am, so glad to hear you can make my dreams come true~ I'm the happiest boy in the whole wide world~" he batted his lashes, resting his chin on his fists as you snorted lightly. "I'm a tattoo artist, and a piercer…and I want a pinup cake. She doesn't need to be, nude or nothin', but I know what I want. She's gotta be cool, she can't be cutesy or dainty…have a take no shit look to'er." He insisted as you wrote down whatever words tumbled out of his mouth. "Okay so, what colors are we wanting?" You probed as he chewed on his lower lip. "Black, red…silver…" he listed the last one as more of a question, running it by you as you nodded. "I can most definitely- DON'T!-"

You reacted quickly to the movement in your peripherals, catching Bobby reaching for the free samples as his hand shot back to his side. "Shit! I'm sorry! Is, are those display cookies? Or- it says free, take one. Am I not supposed too? I'm sorry-" he assured as you shook your head and Erik pulled him back.

"Didn't even check for peanuts, numbnuts! Would've died in this pastel hellhole-" Erik scolded as the realization dawned on Bobby. Looking at his feet sheepishly as your hand pushed through your hair anxiously.

"You're fine, hun…just don't wanna kill you, can you imagine the paperwork?" You joked lightly as you moved away from the counter and carefully approached the pastry case, finding a fresh iced lemon cookie and putting it into a napkin before bringing it to Bobby. "You can't have one of those, but you can have one of these…" you assured as he took it with a quiet 'thank you'.

"So…sorry um, do you know what you, want…on your cupcakes? I could print the same design just smaller for them." You offered as Erik kept glancing at his brother but nodded. "Yeah that's…that'll be good, I did, draw up the design I want so, is there a way I can send that to you?" He questioned as you nodded lightly.

"Yeah, here's my number, text it to me with any modifications you want…" you wrote it down before sighing in mild agitation, nothing to do with them at all, just, hating being where you were. You loved your job, you hated the surroundings. Erik wasn't wrong, to call it a pastel hellhole. It was a stark mint color, sprinkles painted everywhere a person could reach, horrendous peppermint decals everywhere, and the colorful, yet devoid of personality little busts of dogs and other animals you could find at a generic home goods store littered across the shelves, the cherry on top being the LED neon signs with generic sayings like 'a little sweet treat' and 'you're so bad!'.

"This is so fucking good…can I buy another one? Please? Or like…like twelve?" Bobby spoke through a mouthful of cookie as you laughed lightly, brows furrowed, but gladly obliged as you packaged twelve cookies to go in the painfully nauseating pistachio green to go box. You didn't hate pastels, you didn't hate sweets, you just hated how it was so in your face in every direction here.

"Who made these?" Bobby asked as you laughed. "I do. I'm the baker, and the cashier, and the delivery driver, and the janitorial staff." You explained as he smiled bigger. "Wow, so you like, own this place?"

The laugh that left you wasn't voluntary, snorting harshly and shaking your head. "Harper Shetland owns the place, she comes in an hour a day, bitches about how hard her job is, then leaves. I'm here open to close, six days a week~" you punctuated the sentence with an eye roll. Julia snapping her fingers while pointing at you as she laughed.

"AP Lit! You were in my AP Lit class! Harper was in that too, what a jerk." She recollected as you nodded. "Try being employed by her…" you murmured as Julia shook her head. "You're too nice, I would've quit forever ago."

You nodded at her statement, you should have! But you were passionate about baking. You were passionate about being a small business staple in your community.

"Isn't she that girl who comes in to get those teeny little tattoos that say shit like 'power' and lineart of like a sunflower? Has the weirdly cryptic instagram?" Erik butted in as you nodded. "She, I'm not gonna degrade her tattoo choices. It's her body. The only reason it's an issue is that she gets them because her sister has them and they're constantly competing." You confessed, as if it were some dirty, well kept secret, rather than small town gossip.

Erik laughed softly as he carefully looked you over and hummed to himself. "You are, real apathetic for someone wearing lavender…" he commented as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah…real funny," though your smile showed it did amuse you. "Anyways, when do you need this cake by? And the cupcakes?" You asked as Julia carefully bit her lip. "Saturday? Like…four days from now? I'm willing to pay extra! And we need it delivered?" She insisted as you nodded softly.

"I can do it but there's a rush fee…that I'm willing to waive," you started, trying to keep their attention. "In exchange for you guys watching the door so I can run to the bathroom and eat my lunch," you insisted as Julia nodded carefully. "Yeah! Yeah we can do that! Do we need to sell anything?" She insisted as you shook your head. "Just watch the door and tell them I'll be right with them." You insisted as you ran off, leaving the siblings together

"They're really nice," Bobby insisted as he worked on polishing off a third cookie, carefully wiping the icing off his face with the back of his wrist as Julia nodded. "So nice, I think they were on student council in high school, wicked smart, also in the like, culinary class? I liked them then, like them now." She insisted, glancing at Erik who was just staring at the spot where you had previously stood.

"Hellooooo, earth to KiKi. C'mon…you okay?" She insisted as he nodded lightly. "Yeah! Yeah I'm…I'm good just, thinking," he insisted, but he didn't know how to vocalize what was going on in his brain. He'd come across you a few times on tinder, seen you at HighDive, which was a local bar, and now here. It was a small town, yeah, but it was like you perpetually caught his attention. He wasn't sure how to deal with that, he hadn't dated seriously in a while, and hookups had lost their thrill, and you just constantly seemed to be around.

He wasn't sure when you came back, trapped in his own thought about you before being jostled by Bobby, his eyes focusing on the huge peanut butter fudge brownie you held out in front of him. "Earth to emooo…you in there?" You probed as he snorted but took the brownie, he didn't even remember ordering a brownie. Turning to look at Julia who was housing a strawberry cheesecake cookie. "Sorry uh, yes I'm here…not emo either but uhh, how much do we,"

"They're free, they said they liked us enough for free shit," Julia insisted as she tapped her phone on the card reader for the cake and cupcakes, waving bye as she led the pack out of there, Erik glancing back at you as you called out you'd see them Saturday with desserts as promised. Watching them go before prepping for closing, four days till Saturday.

-

It was a Tuesday night, and you as usual, had no real plans, scrolling mindlessly on your phone before getting a text from Cooper, a longtime friend, and a really bad influence.

'Heyyyyy :)'

'Yeah?'

'You busy? Like genuinely busy?'

'No, what's up?'

'Can you come with me somewhere? I have a piercing appointment at Stick It Out, need moral support.'

'Yeah, okay sure'

You carefully got yourself off the couch, pulling on a generic zip up and some dolphin shorts, shucking off your house slippers for some actual outdoor shoes and texting Cooper that you'd meet him at the piercing shop. Making sure you'd grabbed your phone, keys and wallet before fully heading out.

It was a crisp October day, and the shop downtown wasn't more than a fifteen minute walk, so you'd opted for that rather than taking your car and fighting for parking…even though it was 8pm on a Tuesday and nobody went out, you just liked walking!

You stared up at the large sign for Stick It Out, the neons flickering and the glass a bit foggy from the warm sun casting against the glass cooled by the air conditioning. Carefully stepping inside as the bell above the door jingled, frowning at how dark it was inside. Was it because of an acquired ambiance, or was it to hide the shoddy work done, but either way it was a little unsettling.

"Are you stalking me? Or something?" It came from behind you, startling you enough to yelp as you whipped around to face whoever it was, Eric carefully looking you over as you shook your head. "Good lord no, my buddy just, has an appointment, and im meeting him here for moral…support." You elaborated as Eric puttered his lips, rolling his eyes a bit harsher than anticipated. "His names, uh, Cooper…" you murmured as Erik nodded softly.

"Yeah, he's uh, a regular flake. This is his last appointment, and if he's not here on time, blacklist." He accentuated his statement by swiping his pen across the legal pad in front of him. Stark black lines as you snorted lightly, carefully watching him before taking a seat on the cracked pleather couch.

"If he's not here on time, what're you gonna do?" You questioned as Erik carefully wiped down the glass countertops of the piercing case and glancing up at you as he hummed to himself. "If he doesn't come in, then i get to close up shop and head on home." He insisted as you carefully looked over the set on the walls, vintage flash, American traditional, foam heads with piercings and drawn on tattoos and faces.

"What if um…you had a walk in?" You questioned as he quirked a brow, looking you over before rounding the counter. Lightly grabbing your face as he sighed lightly to himself. "We could do a septum, you've got the anatomy…" he felt the middle of your nose before humming. "Or studs right here," he tapped the sides of your nose as he laughed. "Stick your tongue out…" he insisted as you furrowed your brows, slowly sticking your tongue out.

He gripped your tongue carefully, gloved index finger running over the underside before shaking his head. "Nope, not gonna work out…" he insisted calmly. "And I don't think your first piercing should be anything surface…or your chest, or anything lower." He advised gently. "Professionals opinion."

You carefully grabbed his wrist, his eyes coming back to your face as his cheeks flushed pink. "Shit sorry, uhhh…" he let go of your tongue as you rolled it over the roof of your mouth and pursed your lips, your throat felt tight. "If you want anything, and he doesn't show up, I can most definitely squeeze you in." He assured. "A squeeze for a squeeze."

Your ears felt hot. "Excuse me?"

"My cake? You're squeezing us in to have it by Saturday…don't tell me you've already forgotten." He whined as you laughed lightly.

"It just, your words sounded suggestive, i was just startled. Thought you were flirting with me, and i feel like flirting with clients must be against the rules?"

"Not if they're cute clients."

"You think I'm cute?"

For the first time since you'd met him, it seemed like you'd thrown him off.

"No, yes? It's…okay, you're pretty, yes. But I'm, it's just a general statement." He insisted as you laughed lightly to yourself. "You think you're charming-"

"I know I'm charming."

"Mhm, I'm sure you think you know a lot,"

"Mhm, yeah, uhhhh, where's your lil friend?" He was changing the subject, clearly thrown off as he slowly licked his lower lip in mild agitation.

"Should beeee…not tonight," you frowned as you checked your phone and sighed in frustration to yourself. "Says something came up, boyfriend needs him…"

"I think he's just a pussy." Erik insisted as you scoffed, defensive about your friend and his troubles. "He's always flaking, the latest appointment in the day, and he never shows." Erik explained as you sighed in frustration, you could sympathize as someone who provided a service. "Think about it, someone keeps ordering forty cupcakes, they keep ordering, you prep and get ready and they never pick it up. You've already turned away other orders and everything, and then you're out of luck on everything. Ingredients, time, packaging." He tried to relate as you nodded, drumming your fingers on your knees lightly.

"Sooo…does that mean you can like…pierce my face?" You questioned as Erik groaned loudly, hands on his head as he spun on his heel to look at you. "Sure, if it means I didn't waste all my time on prep? Yeah…" he insisted, clearly still irritated by the fact he was led in another circle by Cooper.

"Alright, fill these out…and i will get your jewelry prepped." He insisted calmly as he slid the clipboard over and carefully tossed you a pen.

"If you're not up for it, you don't have to pierce me." You assured as you filled out all of the required information and Erik shook his head, carefully glancing back at you. "It's not your fault, I'm just an asshole," he assured as he grinned, tongue poking between his teeth as he carefully turned back to wiping the chair.

"Then, yeah I do want you to pierce my septum." You insisted as Eric grinned to himself carefully, delicately thrumming his fingers over the back of the chair and glanced back at you. "Okay then, take a seat…" he insisted softly as you nodded, walking over eagerly and taking a seat in the raised chair, the pleather sticking to the undersides of your legs and your forearms, the scent of iodine and a scented candle somewhere caused you to wince a bit.

"Okay…gonna be a slight pressure~" he got the pliers aligned in your nose as you winced at the clamping, his eyes flicking from the tip of your nose to your eyes as he tutted lightly. "C'mon you got it…deep breath, there you go…it's gonna feel like a pinch okay? You've got it."

"Okay…" you insisted, now your assuredness was dwindling as you felt the cold and sharp tip of the needle push, gritting your teeth lightly and feeling your leg raise as you whimpered. "Fuck fuck fuck-" your eyes watered a bit, though it wasn't full crying. "Shhhh, almost done…you got it, sweets," he was gentle as he spoke, threading the jewelry through and twisting the ball end onto it. Gently using a q-tip to dab away the blood.

"There you go…real cute." He pat your thigh, moving beside you as he held a mirror up, grinning over your shoulder and watching as you looked yourself over. "Looks good, glad to take your virginity~" he teased as you playfully smacked his shoulder. "You are so gross!" You laughed as you moved to stand, Erik striding over to the register as you followed quietly.

"That, is gonna run youuu…nothing. Since you're being such a good sport about my birthday," he insisted as you rolled your eyes, shoving a twenty into the tip jar. "I'll see you Saturday, Erik."

"Likewise…"

-

Saturday felt like it had practically skipped every other day in the week, you'd worked so hard on perfecting the damn cupcakes that you fell behind on actual work, not that anyone would actually notice. Nobody ever came in, and you felt like you were throwing away more and more each day.

You carefully double checked the address before rolling up the driveway, sandwiched between cars much more expensive than your little sedan and made sure to balance the baked goods as best as you could. Slamming the door shut with your foot and heading into the backyard, since a sign let you know the party was going on back there.

Everyone looked, so textbook. Like the mannequins of a family in an Old Navy, but significantly less unsettling, and Erik stood out with an adorably silver party hat and littered in black amongst a sea of J.Crew and Kohls catalogue clothing.

"There you are! Shit, did i give you the wrong time?" Julia ran over to you, your body turning to protect the cake and cupcakes. "No no, i was just running late…still had to close at the bakery and I'm so sorry," you insisted as she waved it off. "You're totally fine…you busy?" She prompted as you shook your head. "Cool, then you're staying." She insisted, and you tried to come to with an excuse, really. But her family was already coming over, welcoming you with open arms. It would be unsettling if it wasn't how everyone acted in this idiotically kind town.

You were sat by the fire pit, watching as Charlie and Stefani worked on s'mores, arguing over the logistics of the perfect marshmallow burnt-ness. Your smile felt impossibly natural, and it only brightened as a very tipsy, but not quite drunk Erik made his way over to you. Charlie and Stefani taking it as their cue to leave as you frowned lightly, watching them wish their goodbyes as they left with Marty. Turning your attention back to Erik as you sighed softly to yourself.

"Heyyyy~ how's that septum holding up?" He prompted as he dropped onto the chair next to you, offering you a beer which you took without complaint. "It's really good, more compliments than i expected to get." You confessed as his hand clapped your shoulder, shaking you lightly as he nodded his head. "You look real cute, but not totally hardcore you know?" He insisted as you quirked an eyebrow up at him. "And what would make me hardcore, Erik?" You questioned softly as you leaned forward. His eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips as you sighed lightly.

"Couple of tattoos maybe…" he insisted. "But you gotta let me do em…I don't trust anyone else not to fuck you up,"

"Fuck me up?"

"Yeah…fuck you up, you're uh…you're the perfect canvas, and you're sweet, pretty…someone could mess it up. Make it hurt when it doesn't have too, i can make it as gentle or as rough as you need…" he was definitely using more liquid courage than he knew what to do with. It was clearly a deliberate euphemism now.

You swallowed the swig of beer that was warming in your mouth as you slowly looked Erik over. "Listen, I'm tipsy yeah, but i know what I'm saying. I told Jules to ask you to stay, I gave you a free piercing because i thought you were cute, I thought about coming into the bakery like six times over the past four days but kept backing out. I am…crazy about you, I cannot get you out of my fucking head, and I'm not saying you gotta say anything i just…i needed to tell you before i drove myself insane, okay? I just…it's okay, if you're not ready but I'd be stupider than I already am not to say anything…you have my number." He whispered, the crackling of the fire the perfect backdrop to his soft whispers as you frowned deeply to yourself.

You carefully pushed your hair back, you needed time to think, and you knew that. This was, strong, but honest, transparent, truthful. He was interested more than you knew, and you wouldn't deny you felt the same damn things.

You turned your head, noticing his family had all entirely retired inside. Carefully looking back over at Erik before leaning in a little bit. Testing the waters as he moved forwards to meet you halfway. Your breath fanning over one another's lips, your eyes flicking frantically from his and back down as you shuddered lightly. Your noses bumping lightly before you cried out in mild pain, your septum snagging his as you recoiled.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, sweets."

"No no it's…I should go, it's late."

"Sweets, I'm- fuck I'm so sorry."

"It's, Erik really I should, go…" you turned on your heel, heading out of the back gate as you heard Erik following, hopping into your car and wincing as you struggled to get the engine to turn over. Looking up at Erik in the glow of your headlights as the engine sputtered to life. Reversing out of the driveway, and possibly from one of the best things that could've happened to you.

-

Days turned into weeks, and you thought about texting Erik. Hovering over that little blue arrow and swiping out of your messages. Becoming friends with Julia, who encouraged you to try, reach out to Erik. Weeks became months, you quit the stupid Sugar Shack and opened up your own little place on seventh street, with a business loan. You couldn't quit thinking about Erik, baking cookies the size of softballs and struggling to swallow the fact that you ran. You always ran. You were so good at running. You shot down a guy before you even got to chance what could've been.

"Stace, I'm uh…I am gonna go get lunch, ill be back in an hour," you told the young girl working the counter as she nodded eagerly, working with her little team to box up cookies for the farmers market on Saturday. It was nice, being able to own something and wholeheartedly care about the team that made it.

You made your way a couple of doors down, stopping inside a small sandwich shop, 'Subs'A'Plenty, carefully ordering off the little kiosk and going to wait patiently for it by the pickup counter. You idly scrolled through your Instagram before feeling a pair of eyes on you, carefully glancing over in the direction and coming eye to eye with Erik who was practically boring holes into you.

You slowly raised a hand to wave at him, and he did so back, albeit a bit surprised as he carefully walked over and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You could argue it was the tail end of a post Christmas cold.

"Hey…"

"Hi, Erik."

"Listen I'm so-"

"I'm sorry."

His eyes widened as his brows furrowed, slowly digesting your apology as you continued.

"I should've texted you, and I should've said something, anything. It wasn't fair to you, it wasn't cool. I was flirting too, and I choked up, and…and I messed things up. It's not your fault, I got scared. I ran." You insisted as you slowly wrung out your fingers.

"You could make it up to me…we could start over?" Erik insisted as you slowly swallowed your doubts and fears, your innate need to run from something possibly dependable. A flaky job, and a flaky friend, and now you had…better friends, you had a better job, you made a way for yourself. So why couldn't you have this?

"Okay…it's nice to meet you, total stranger, at this sandwich place, and wow you're really cute! We should go on a date!"

"Wow, total completely unknown stranger, I'm Erik! It's great to meet you, yeah we totally should go on a date. How about my place for a movie?" He smiled wide as you nodded. "I'm off at eight, I'll be there at eight thirty."

-

You had closed your shop a little early, to find some clothes that were, casual enough for movie night, but didn't suggest you were staying the night either. Coming on too strong was…well it wasn't your style. So you settled on some joggers and a sweater from a local coffee shop, made sure you didn't smell anymore like icing and flour than you could have, and made your way to the Campbell family home.

This time, you had the luxury of using the front door, carefully knocking as Brenda let you in, making small talk with you as you followed her into the kitchen. "You, are going to have so much fun. I am so glad you two reconnected…we kept heading into Sugar Shack to see you but you were never in!"

"Oh! I opened my own…place, actually!" You insisted as you smiled wide, carefully reaching for the glass of wine she offered you as you sipped it lightly.

"That's great to know! I'm so excited that now we know where to find you! I'll make sure to stop by…" she insisted as you smiled. "I told Julia to tell you all but, I guess some things just get lost in translation." You insisted, though you had told Julia not to tell Erik, and Brenda likely would have shared with him so you understood.

"Anyways, let me get out of your hair, enjoy your date…" she insisted, though it was clear there was more she wanted to share. "I'm…I'm very glad you're here. Erik has been just, in pieces, and Jules told me you also…kind of…were experiencing your own grief over the situation. I think you both, deserve each other. A nice thing." She insisted as you laughed lightly. "I'm gonna have to agree, we do deserve nice things."

"I am, so thrilled to hear that sweetheart…maybe I'll see you around the house more?" She questioned as you laughed lightly. "Hopefully,"

She smiled, glancing a bit past you before nodding to take her leave, causing you to turn around to face Erik in a pair of black sweats and a graphic tee for a band you didn't know. Or maybe you did? The metal font made it hard to tell. Smiling at him as he carefully walked over, hand guiding itself across your waist before pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Soooo, we have a couple of options, for our little date. I already took snacks, and stuff…toooo my room? It's the attic-…picked it as a teenager and decided not to move back down, but uhhh…options! Yeah, sooo, there's Scream~ there's uhhh, Sleepaway Camp which is, crazy old school~ and then there's Grave Encounters, but only the second one, I can't find my copy of the first one." He listed as you nodded along, sipping your wine.

"Grave Encounters two, sounds really good. I've seen the first one, so I'm thrilled there's a sequel," you insisted softly as he carefully took your hand, leading you down the hall, up the stairs, and quietly up into the attic as you grinned lightly to yourself.

It was a good setup, a little living room, an actual separated bedroom, and a small bathroom. These people really loved their kids, zero questions. You carefully got situated on the couch as Erik setup the movie, grinning wide at you as he made his way over to you.

"Soooo, how was work?" He pried as he carefully moved to sit beside you, pulling your legs into his lap as he grinned lightly to himself, earning a laugh as you watched the movie as best as you could.

"Good, own my own place now…uhhh, oh I made these huge, I mean huge, peanut butter chocolate mousse pies? They're massive, Erik…but they sell so well~" you cooed as he massaged your calves lightly, listening quietly as you gently adjusted to watch the movie better.

"Sounds like I'm gonna have to stop by, without Bobby so I don't kill him, huh?" He questioned as you grinned lightly, carefully running your fingertips over your own thighs.

"Wouldn't recommend giving it to him unless you were planning to kill him…"

"I'd only kill Bobby if it was for a good reason,"

"Oh yeah, I bet."

"You are, painfully sarcastic." You commented as he leaned towards you, gently pulling you closer by your ankles so your legs hung over the edge of the couch, halfway in his lap as you scoffed lightly. This was comfortable. Fast, but comfortable.

You rolled your eyes as you sat up, flipping so your head was in his lap, his fingers lazily running through your hair, nails taking across your scalp as you hummed lightly.

"You look like the main guy in this movie…Alex?"

"Do not."

"Do so~" you pressed a light kiss to his clothed thigh as he looked back down at you.

"I really don't~"

"But you doooo. He's got your eyes. No tattoos or good piercings, but he's got your eyes." You insisted as he carefully pulled your chin to look up at him, looks like the movie was gonna be background noise.

"You know what else he doesn't have?"

"I have a feeling you're gonna tell me." You moved to sit up to keep talking, all these angles and adjustments were getting uncomfortable.

"He doesn't have, a very cute baker, with a beautifully healed septum, kissing up on his thighs." He murmured as you rolled your eyes lightly.

"I kissed your thigh once, only once…" you insisted as you carefully pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes moving down your face back to your lips.

You smiled lightly, carefully moving to hold the sides of his face, letting your breath fan over one another's faces once more. Humming to yourself as you carefully scanned his eyes for any hesitance, only eager patience within them. Slowly moving forward to kiss him.

He tasted like menthol and tobacco, his facial hair grazed your skin. Your eyes fluttering shut as he moved to hold your waist. His wanting hands pulling you closer as you hummed contentedly to yourself. Months is waiting were paying off, and it was paying off in dividends.

He nipped at your lower lip, pierced tongue making its way past your teeth as you moaned lightly. Hands darting through his hair and nails across his scalp as he tugged at the loose material of your top.

"Can I…" he pulled away for air, for permission, easing your shirt over your head as you laughed lightly to yourself and slowly easing your top off as he shuddered lightly.

"Whoa, okay you are…way more into me than I realized~" you laughed as your fingertips grazed her his clothed cock, it twitching at your featherlight touches as you grinned lightly.

"Are you kidding? I'm fucking crazy about you…" he murmured as you carefully slid off the couch, on your knees between his legs as he made a show of looking up at the sky, clutching his hands together, and mouthing a 'thank you' up at nothing in particular as you snorted lightly.

"You are so goddamn dramatic…" you insisted as you carefully pressed gentle kisses along the clothed shaft, even through his sweats and boxers, it seemed to be affecting him immensely. Whining softly and biting down on his lower lip as you rolled your eyes.

"Wait, wait wait wait…shit-" he pulled your head up as you whined in agitation, and at the incredible ache in your scalp. "How…okay, how rough on like, a scale of one to ten?" He prompted as you hummed in thought, slowly running your hands over the tops of his thighs. "Let's just, see what comes naturally, and I will tell you if anything makes me uncomfortable?" You offered as he grinned, kissing the top of your head as you hummed softly. "There you go, sweets…wanna make me happy?"

"The happiest boy in the whole wide world!~" you teased, mimicking one of your first interactions as he laughed lightly to himself. "You are so fucking annoying-"

"Can we stop giggling so I can suck your dick, please?" She questioned as he grinned to himself and carefully raised his hips to work his sweats down.

Erik was…big, not huge, nothing unrealistic, but he was big, and decently thick. A beautiful Prince Albert and the starting rungs of a Jacob's ladder decorating his tip and shaft. Your eyes raking over him as he pulled you up by your hair to look at him.

"I want you to sit on your hands, there you go sweets…now open, open wide…" he insisted as you carefully obliged, tongue past your lower lip a bit as you let him hold the sides of your head and ease himself into your mouth.

A thing you'd quickly learn, was that Erik was a bit of a sadist. Moving quick enough to make you gag a bit, but slow enough not to injure you. Groaning softly as you felt your lips lightly stretch around him. Moaning softly as he eased inch by inch into your wanting mouth. His eyes narrowed in on the way your lashes fluttered, the slow exhales out your nose as he hummed contentedly to himself. "Relax, you got it…" he murmured, easing himself fully into your mouth as you whined softly.

The semi cool metal of his piercings pressed into your tongue, gently grazing the back of your throat as he ran a hand down your back lightly, bending over so his torso kept you pressed into him. "See? Told you you've got it." He laughed lightly, listening to the huff you pressed out your nose before moving to sit back down, mostly wanting to watch.

You bobbed your head slowly, mindful of his piercings as they dragged against the soft top of your tongue, the roof of your mouth. Whining lightly as it took a little more effort than anticipated to move smoothly. His hips rutting lightly as he mumbled under his breath. Slowly taking hold of the sides of your head as he moved you at a pace that better suited his needs.

"Look how pretty you are, sweets. Don't gotta do any of the work, lemme handle it. Fucking that pretty mouth of yours, like you were made for me-" his words were breathy, desperate. Clearly in control but, letting himself melt into the pleasure. "God you're real pretty, you know that?" He laughed lightly, knowing you couldn't respond to all his questions. Your drool collecting in a sweet ring at his base as he hummed, picking up his phone beside him as he pushed your head fully to the base, a soft gag leaving you but nothing that was uncomfortable.

"Look at me…there you go." He carefully took a couple of pictures, your eyes half lidded, hair tousled, nothing but adoration and lust in your eyes as he pay your cheek firmly. "God, I'd really love to keep you like this all night, believe me I would…but I really wanna fuck you." He insisted firmly as you went to lift your head, earning a firm grip to the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

"Aht…that doesn't mean I'm done." He chastised as he pouted condescendingly. "Just relax, you can't be that desperate for me ti fuck you~" he laughed as he held the sides of your head again, moving you a bit faster as breathy moans spilled past his lips, thighs tensing as he panted lightly. "Don't swallow till I fucking tell you, kay?"

You could barely focus, that heat in your stomach was impossible to ignore, feeling yourself clench around nothing, the quaking in your thighs. God you wanted Erik so fucking bad. You needed him to fuck you stupid. Life was stressful, it was nice not to think, let him do all of that for you. Whining softly as you gripped the undersides of your thighs, obedience was key in a moment like this.

Erik hissed a curse through clenched teeth as he pulled back halfway, your eyes widening a bit as you felt him cum on your tongue, eyes flicking back up to him as a bit spilled past the corners of your lips. Erik panting softly as he pet your hair back and slowly pulled himself all the way out.

"Stick your tongue out…that's it." He held your jaw as he took another picture, humming contentedly as you waited patiently for the all clear. His ringed hand patting your cheek as you took it as the cue to swallow.

"If you post those-" you started as he gripped your jaw a bit tighter, leaning down so you were inches from each other. "As if I'd let anybody else see you like this," he placed a chaste kiss to your glossed lips before moving back to pat the couch.

"C'mon sweets…face down, hips up." He insisted as you carefully obliged his request, whining to yourself as you positioned yourself on the well loved couch. Knees sinking into the cushions as your chin rested on the arm of the couch and you sighed softly to yourself.

Erik's hands gripped at the waistband of both of your bottom layers, pulling them off in quick succession as you bit your lip, waiting patiently as Erik laughed lightly to himself. Pressing light kisses to the backs of your thighs, along the curve of your ass, relaxing at the treatment before yelping harshly as he bit your left cheek a bit harder than you'd expect, granted, you didn't expect him to bite your ass. His votes trailed down the backs of your thighs as she whimpered loudly.

"Erik-…" you whined, writhing in anticipation, and the ache of bite marks littered across your skin as you whimpered desperately to yourself. Erik pressing soft kisses along his trail of bites as he rubbed your hips lightly. "Relax…just having fun with you…" he insisted as you glared lightly over your shoulder.

"Erik I swear to god, are you going to fuck me or not-mnhhh-" you were cut off by him already easing the tip of himself into you, the Prince Albert slowly dragging against your walls, the rings of the Jacob's ladder following suit as your eyes rolled and lips curled into a tight 'o' as he laughed lightly.

"Jesus Christ, no patience with you, is there." He laughed as you panted softly, eyes lightly stinging at the stretch, but wasn't the ache just incredible. "Ffffuck…Erik you gotta warn me-" you were cut off again by him rutting his hips, the head of his cock scraping that sweet spot that made your thighs quiver and knees buckle as you whined.

"Shhh, less talking, more moaning." He insisted as your brows furrowed. "You are so corny…"

"Yet I'm inside you, so just relax and take it like you've been begging for, please?" He insisted as you laughed softly to yourself, it littered with breathy moans as he hummed to himself.

He let you adjust fully as he bottomed out, busying himself with kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck, massaging your hips, nails raking down the sensitive skin of your sides as you shuddered and whined up at him.

"You got it sweets…" he assured, pressing one last kiss before pulling back and rolling his hips in one fluid motion, so filling it felt like it punched the air out of your lungs as you groaned desperately. Gripping at the cushions as he laughed lightly, panting softly as he repeated his movements, setting a steady rhythm.

"I am fucking, crazy about you. I haven't quit fucking thinking about you…how bad I want you, how pretty those eyes of yours are, how sweet you are, how you take care of everyone…anyone ever take care of you sweets?"

You couldn't get words out, your brain felt entirely decorative at this point as you moaned through grit teeth, shaking your head at him as he laughed lightly. "Didn't think so, so that's my job. Fuck you stupid, don't have to stress out about anything if you can't think about it." You assured as he hummed softly to himself. "Gonna make you feel like nothing matters, all that does matter? Is letting me fuck you, okay?" He ran it by you, earning a swift nod as you panted loudly to yourself.

His free hand slid down your spine, coming up over your left shoulder as he took light hold of the sides of your neck, lightly choking you as he thrusted. Panting softly as he laughed to himself. "See? Look how much easier that is, moaning and taking my cock…" he murmured as he squeezed a bit, an action that caused you to tighten around him and a strangled moan to leave you as he laughed lightly.

"You're a fucking freak, okay…good to know…" he insisted as he let go and pressed your fave into the arm of the couch, encouraging you to bite down on the fabric as he bottomed out and held himself firmly in place, no longer relenting to you.

"If you want it, work for it…" he insisted as you whined loudly to yourself, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, you loved setting the pace! You just wished it wasn't depriving you of his hips slamming against your ass at a speed you wouldn't be able to replicate without leverage.

You whined as you rolled your hips back, whimpering loudly as you muffled your own moans, Erik groaning desperately as he carefully bucked his hips whenever he knew it would catch you off guard. One of your hands sliding down your tummy to take care of yourself as you sped up, Erik laughing softly at your desperation, though you kept punching the air out of his lungs each time you'd bottom out on his cock and clench, slowly dragging yourself up the rungs of the ladder as he whimpered desperately.

You felt that familiar warmth in your chest, the tightening of your core, the way your thighs quivered as Erik started sloppily thrusting to meet you in the middle. Clearly reaching his ending point as you panted softly. "Fuck fuck fuck, don't stop-" you whined as Erik laughed lightly, rutting into you as he tried to keep himself from cumming before you. "Whatever you need, sweets."

You arched your back lightly as you cried out, nails digging into the plush cushions as you felt yourself tighten up, lashes fluttering as you rode out your orgasm. Arms shaking and chest heaving, Erik fucking you through it before he bottomed out, hips flexing and cock twitching as he pumped you full. Hands rubbing over your sides as he kissed along your shoulders and neck.

He grinned lightly as he carefully pulled away and eased himself out of you, earning a displeased whine from you that he shut up with a kiss, laughing against your lips as your brows furrowed.

"Good movie."

"Great movie…"

"Stay the night?"

"Erik? I'll stay forever if you want…"

[vminsadhours]

Queria apenas dizer que a soulmate reblogando Sense8 faz meus olhos brilharem  ヾ(*ㅿ*๑)ﾂ

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ღ ✐ ♪ (vai princesa, responde <3)

(nunca reblogo essas coisas de ask porque certezona que ninguém vai me mandar nada AÍ VEM VOCÊ E <3333)

ღ - mottos?

Sempre espere o pior porque se der ruim você tá preparada e se der certo vai ser uma surpresa agradável. <3

✐ - fave types of movies?

TODOS. Amo todos os filmes. Tem nota 10% no Rotten Tomatoes? Tô vendo. Maior blockbuster do ano? Vejo também. Quer me recomendar um filme independente canadense? Pode mandar. Filmes são as melhores coisas nesse planetinha azul e mesmo com os piores dá para aprender alguma coisa. Mas se eu tiver que escolher três estilos que curto bastante eles seriam: animações, ficção científica e os independentes.

♪ - music you like?

Hmhm, isso é tão amplo quanto os filmes… Atualmente tenho ouvido MUITA trilha sonora de musicais. Se eu tiver que recomendar três (e só se não eu faço uma lista enorme) eu sugiro Book of Mormon, Heathers: The Musical e o revival do Sweeney Todd de 2005.Também ando na vibe de ouvir música mais tranquila tipo as do Active Child e do Alt-J.Ainda tenho muito amor pelas bandas que construiram meu caráter quando eu era mais nova tipo My Chem (banda favorita, hands down) e as japonesas tipo Buck-Tick e Luna Sea.Maaaaas se eu tiver que escolher só um estilo eu digo post-punk porque Joy Division, The Cure e The Smiths são a santíssima trindade dessa vida.

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Pairing: Gareth Emerson x GN! Reader

Synopsis: After years in the dark, Corroded Coffin decides they can't live this way any further. How much is a band willing to sacrifice for success. Gareth has a different goal though, it's you.

Themes: obsession, satanism, sex, drugs, rock n roll, cunnilingus (lightly)

Earnings: kind of smut? Almost a fade to black, this was not proof read, it's a bit darker with the obsession themes

Word Count: 5k

Gareth had dealt with the satanic stigma behind black eyeliner, grungy layers and hedonistic music since the seventh grade. He’d grown entirely used to it, it had become easier with his friends, finding himself in music, creating a life for himself within his own oddness. He’d only wished that this growth also impacted his pockets, proving to be dwindling from a river to a stream with the financial strain of being a twenty something pitching into the shitty apartments needs. Sharing a three bedroom with Jeff, Grant and Eddie wasn’t necessarily bad, just not really ideal. They were outgrowing it pretty fast, the hideout and their jobs weren’t providing their desired wages.

Which was what led them all here, piled into the back of Eddie’s van as their lead guitarist carefully picked through his burger from Susie Q’s, having been working there only for the one free meal a shift. “I mean, people say Ozzy and Aerosmith all did it,” he carried on, reminding Gareth of the stupid discussion at hand. “Selling our souls to Satan? That’s really pushing it, even for you Eddie. Besides, you’re not religious man.”

“I’m not,” Eddie emphasized as he carefully pulled the cigarette from between his lips.

“Then, you can’t believe in Satan?” Jeff emphasized as Gareth snorted.

“Sure he can, like as a concept-“ Grant cut in as he carefully stubbed out his cigarette.

“But Satan is a concept intertwined with the existence of a god and his son and-“

“SHUT IT!” Eddie barked as he pushed his hair back. “Weird, fucked up shit has happened in this town our whole lives. Our whole fucking lives. We’ve put up with more than we should’ve had too. We could have an out. I think it wouldn’t hurt to try…” he insisted softly, and it was clear he was serious. “Fame, fortune, babes…all of it. Live better than this. If we try, and we fail? We’re no worse off than we are now…” Eddie insisted as he looked around.

“Think about it. New equipment. A real house. Tours, sold out stadiums, girls and guys begging to blow us just to say they got too, crazy good drugs, not this cheap shit. We could try, i know it…” he insisted, the entire premise insane, but it was clear he was dead serious. “C’mon…whatever we want…it’s ours…we can start at the library, go work your magic with the little bookkeeper Gar,” Eddie insisted as Gareth frowned.

It was a poorly kept secret, Gareth’s infatuation with you. Having spent hours in the library with no real reason, volunteering on free days to help with reshelving books, or sorting returns. Gareth didn’t like the library, he had little free time, but he adored you. Maybe if this deal with the devil shit was real, he'd finally have a shot with you. Sighing out his nose as he carefully nodded his head. “We can…go to the library, through the religion and occult section in the basement…” he murmured as Eddie clapped his shoulder. “Attaboy!”

The ride to the library felt agonizingly long, Gareth picking through Eddie’s scraps as he frowned deeply to himself. Peeling the shreds of lettuce off the quarter left of a bun and the slimy tomatoes as he dropped them onto the styrofoam and ate what he could as he carefully wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed. Lurching forward a bit as the van came to a stop. Letting his head fall back on the seat as he refused to move. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the hunger, but it felt like his body was lined with lead. Letting Eddie grab him by the front of his shirt and drag him out of the seat. Feet slamming awkwardly onto the asphalt. “Just, leave them alone…please? My chances are already slim, don’t need you guys fucking it up.” Gareth insisted as Eddie feigned pain, gripping his chest as he fell back onto Jeff.

“You wound us, Gareth the Great, terribly, you vapid and sharp tongued fool. We will not besmirch your name, you truly have little faith~” he whined as he laughed, Gareth snorting in frustrated amusement as he made his way up the steps. Carefully pushing the heavy wood of the door open, knowing the backdraft applied a little extra weight to the door and using his shoulder to combat the resistance. The hinges laughing into the silence of the library as Gareth looked around, catching your eyes locked on the new life within the library. Peering at him past thin rimmed glasses and the thick stack of books returned from end of year book reports by young Hawkins academics. Listening to his shoes squeak across the linoleum as you sighed lightly, looking back down to check the due date logs.

“Hey…” he whispered as he walked up to the main desk, littered with trinkets and classic literature related media. Hearing your hands shuffling through papers as he slowly cleared his throat.

“I’ll get to you in a second, Gareth, just gotta find my reading glasses…” you assured as your brows scrunched lightly in focus. What Gareth would give to trace each smile line and stress dip in your face. Take your hair between his calloused fingers, rake them through, and rub the stress from the day out of your shoulders. Watch your muscles relax as you fall asleep, press featherlight kisses to your noses bridge. "They're on your neck…" he whispered softly.

“Oh! Gosh I think I'd lose my head if it weren't stitched to my neck…what’s up hun?” You prompted as Gareth begged his mouth to speak, mouth filled with cotton that he had to pick out with all the courage he had. Finally finding the words, but being cut off by Eddie leaning on the counter and just lightly into your personal bubble. It was something Eddie just did, he was like a magnet in human form, being pulled into every person he came across. Looking you over as the faint smell of spearmint gum, tobacco and buttered bread fanned across your face as you sighed. “Yes, Munson?” You murmured as he smiled wide.

“Hey, gotta ask you a favor? Please?” He whispered as you rolled your eyes. “Last time i did you a favor, i ended up having to settle seventeen dollars worth of overdue fees. I need that book on creatures of the medieval ages back Eddie…” you insisted as he clicked his teeth lightly. “And i will get it to you, but i need a favor, please? Really…it’s just, we have a new song we’re working on, but we gotta have the research…” he insisted as you looked over Jeff and Grant who wouldn’t look at you. Clearly trying to feign some sort of unforced casualty.

“We need…something a little dark, little heavy uh…little…satanic?” He started as you peered at him over your glasses before sighing loudly. This was a pretty tame ask, considering everything he'd asked for beforehand. Eddie had always been odd, so this felt on brand more than anything. "I can let you guys into the archives…we have a few things. Is there a certain…deity or being you want to write about specifically? Because i need to know if you want something satanic, or overall demonic?” You questioned as you gathered the keys to the archives, wordlessly beckoning them to follow you.

“We want something with an influence in success and growth and love…wanna write about it, you know? Like, selling your soul for success.” Eddie insisted as he glanced back at Gareth who was eyeing just how much Eddie seemed to be enjoying your attention. Gareth could barely get through five minutes of conversation with you, why was it so easy for Eddie?

“Then you’ll want to write about Mammon and Lilith…or at least research what you have to do, what the contents of your contract would be, if it’s about them,” you insisted as you worked on unlocking the archives door, wrestling with the weight of the keyring and shoulder checking the wood till it gave way, door loudly groaning open as you sighed lightly.

“It’ll be…fourth row? Lower shelves…” you instructed as Eddie took Grant and Jeff to help him. Looking to Gareth and nodding at him, insinuating he needed to take this chance to talk to you. Clearing his throat and walking back towards the shelves.

Gareth slowly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before looking you over as he smiled. “So um…thank you, for helping us! Find all this stuff, I know it’s weird I just…I knew you’d help us,” he confessed sheepishly as you grinned at him, and it was like the room got brighter even as he hummed contentedly to himself. “No problem Gareth, really…besides, I love having an excuse to enter the archives,” you murmured as you rooted through your pockets, pulling a cigarette from the American Spirits box and checking for a lighter. Gareth rooting through his own and handing you his own.

The cool weight of the silver lighter rested heavy in your clammy hands, slowly turning it between your fingers before you struck and lit your cigarette, humming as you thumbed over the engravings on the side. "G.K.E., s'that you?" You questioned as he shook his head. "Gerald Kenneth Emerson, was my dad's…uhh, graduation gift…" he insisted as you hummed, gently reaching forward to place it back into his hand. "And what's your middle name…?" You asked as he grinned nervously. "Gareth Liam Emerson…" he whispered as you smiled. "Well I'll see you around Gareth Liam Emerson, here uh…" you pulled a pencil from your pocket, and a loose post it that was crumpled in your pocket. "Call me if you need any other help, can't wait to hear your song…" your hand delicately pat his chest, heading out as Gareth leaned into you as you left. Almost unconsciously chasing you before hearing the door slam and sighing.

"Oh, Gareth Liam Emerson~ you're so handsome and talented, have my nerdy librarian babies, ah muah muah muah muah~" Eddie teased as Gareth scoffed harshly and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Whatever. Just, did you find it? What we need and stuff?" Gareth muttered as he puffed out his cheeks. Watching as Eddie had Grant carry everything he could manage and pawned off the rest to Jeff as he hummed. "Yup, should be good…let's go." He insisted

So Gareth followed Eddie and company out of the archives and through the main lobby, trying to keep his head above the metaphorical waters of dealing with the demonic and depraved. Head turning to cast you one last glance. You were worth whatever the outcome would be. Regardless of what it took. Following Eddie out to start the rest of their lives.

-

Gareth winced lightly as he lifted his head, the weight felt immense. It had been about a week, it had seemed…successful, as far as Gareth could tell. The scar on his hand was basically a ghost of itself, the burning always there though. His dreams were more vivid. Of the future, of you, the way things could be. Letting his head fall back onto the pillow as he puttered his lips. Turning his head to stare at himself in his mirror propped against the wall. "Okay…let's get up…" he murmured, as if a little encouragement may get him up. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up.

Gareth didn't even get to stand up before hearing the sound of their landline slamming and sprinting across the uneven carpeted floors of the apartment and Eddie started slamming each of their bedroom doors open. Grant throwing a pillow and Jeff screaming as he was fully roused from a full sleep. "Up up up! Come on!" Eddie shouted as Gareth trudged out of his room, glancing at Grant who shrugged. "Let's just…find out what this is about…" he murmured as they head towards Jeff's room.

Eddie was rocking on his heels as he laughed excitedly, physically restraining himself from leaping around. "Fucking! We're gonna be on the radio! Remember, remember we, we uh, we sent out our demos to some, to some different radio stations? Couple here, couple on the east coast, some on the west? Well, that was an intern at KNAC in LA, Los FUCKING Angeles!" Eddie screeched as he jumped around. "We're getting played at like, four o'clock! They liked our demo! They LIKED us! I told you guys it was worth it!" He insisted as the room erupted into palpable laughter and excitement.

Gareth though, was simply taken aback, it was proving what they'd done *had* worked. Six years of demos to their local radio station and nothing, audiences of a roaring six people at the hideout, now on one of the biggest heavy metal radio stations in the country. Now…he was getting the fame, what about the fortune, and more importantly the love?

He pulled himself from the conversation and headed to his room. Going through piles of black and blanched denim and finding your number crumpled up in a pocket. Flattening it out and frowning deeply as he realized the last two numbers had smudged in his haste to gather up your number. Frowning deeply to himself as he took it with him to the kitchen.

Don't get him wrong, he was thrilled that Corroded Coffin was showing signs of taking off. It was everything the four of them had ever dreamed of, but now it was also a sign he could finally get somewhere with you. Years of pining and wanting leading up to the moment he could confidently say something to you that had more substance than a timid 'hey' or a much too enthusiastic laugh at a subpar joke. Frowning to himself as he began working through each combination of numbers.

After about 30 minutes, and a couple very confusing responses from pizza chains, disgruntled Hawkins residents, and one very sweet older woman who Gareth helped figure out how to set up her new landline, he finally landed on your number. Frowning softly at the frantically quick response, listening to your heaving voice.

"Listen I just, I know I'm late, like really late I just-…I'm trying? My car won't start at all Jen and I just, there's something wrong with it and-" he cut your rambling off with a soft laugh as he snorted. "Relax…it's just me, it's Gareth…also it's Memorial Day, the library's closed…" he whispered as you exhaled slowly.

"Well that's one thing off my shoulders but Gareth my car just won't start. It might be an issue with the transmission but it could be my alternator I don't-" it was clear you were panicking, and Gareth thankfully had a little mechanic prowess that was gained through helping Eddie. So maybe he could be your hero today. It was time to pluck the cotton from his mouth, speak with pride. "I'll be there in twenty…what's your address?" He grabbed a pad and pen as he looked back towards the hallway, watching the guys plan their 'next big step'. "Alright I've got it…I'll be right there," he whispered.

-

This pattern of Gareth being there for you became very apparent over the next couple of months. You'd forget your wallet but he'd happen to be at the grocery store to pay. You'd have countless maintenance issues with your lovely little Chevelle but Gareth always knew how to fix them. When you got laid off from the library, Gareth offered to help you out with bills and rent until you were stable again. Every single date you had would fall through and Gareth would pick up the pieces.

In this time, he'd also proven to be a bit over eager to help. Practically bathing in your praise and thanks, a lilt in his voice that suggested a growing smile each time you'd weep about being stood up. Your confidence was at an all time low, and his career was at an all time high, leading to this afternoon.

Lying amongst the packed boxes, the guys getting ready for a small west coast tour that you'd agreed to assist in cohesively packing up what they owned, which had quadrupled in quantity. All of them had this 'high on life' mentality as of late, practically untouchable. Relishing in their radio station royalties and newfound small time fame. Money wasn't an issue anymore.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Gareth tapping you with the toe of his chucks. Tilting his head as he crossed his freckle laden arms over his chest. He was a little leaner, sure still soft in the middle! But his arms had become a bit more defined, his jaw a little sharper. It was weird to see his softness disappearing. "Whatcha thinking about?" He questioned as you sighed, slow and heavy. As if trying to will all of the summer heat out of your body. Your cut offs and tank top stuck to you like a second skin.

"Just how much I'll miss you guys…" you murmured, which wasn't entirely a lie! But you couldn't tell him that you were suspecting them of drug dealing or possession or a high stakes bank heist. It sounded as insane as it did mean. Gareth moving to lie on the floor beside you as he grinned to himself. "Don't gotta miss us. Come with us." He insisted, and it was more of an order rather than a request. Over the last couple of months it had gotten harder and harder to say no to him when he told you to do something. Gareth had been invading every part of your psyche, every inch of your mind. In mundane thoughts, 'would Gareth like lasagna? Do I learn to make something else?' To things more intimate, the kind of things that made your thighs press together and beg into the humid dark air of your shitty little apartment for reprieve. Panting and whining his name as you came undone on your poor cotton sheets.

"Sure I'll just sleep on the bunk above you while you fuck a couple groupies who have names like Sinnamon or Kandi…who have teeth straighter than I've ever seen and shirts cut so low I think they'd constitute as underwear? Not that that's bad!" You immediately cleared up as you covered your face. "Not that it's not like, it's not bad to live a sexually free lifestyle at all! I love Pamela Anderson! I just-…god I just, I don't think I can be around people like that…feeling and looking so much like me…" you muttered awkwardly as Gareth laughed lightly. His calloused hand gently taking one of your wrists and tugging your hand away from your face. "You're gorgeous…" he insisted softly as you shook your head. "I'm okay, Hawkins six, LA one." You murmured to yourself as he shook his head softly and carefully pulled you a bit closer.

"I think you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met…and that I know I have loved you since the sixth grade…" he murmured as he looked your face over. If he could, he'd stare at you forever. Hold this moment and time. Gareth was in love with you, he was in obsession with you. The idea of you being anywhere that he couldn't reach in three paces made his body ache. He couldn't bare the idea of you not being there. It was your shared life he'd imagined, never anybody else.

You carefully furrowed your brows as you hummed. You did feel attraction towards Gareth, cared for him, wanted him to thrive. Was what you were feeling love? How could you know, love is such a vague concept. You carefully thought it over, looking down at your hands that had been entertained the last few minutes. Maybe you could try it, if it didn't work out you'd still have a lovely friendship. You were in like, and with time you'd know if you were in love. "I'll pack…a couple things, pay my rent while im away…" you whispered as Gareth grinned delightedly.

His chapped lips pressed a kiss to your temple, causing your cheeks to flush. How intimate, to be kissed upon your temple. A word coinciding with the concept of worship and adoration. Gareth was entirely yours, and he prayed you were solely his. He didn't have to let go if he didn't want too.

"You'll be happy…i swear it to you…" he insisted softly.

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Months later, this had proven to be true. Gareth had been more than successful, the whole band had been. Currently you were on some rooftop deck at a top floor suite in a beautiful hotel with a name you couldn't pronounce, lounging on the pool as you watched the guys interview with Rolling Stone Magazine.

Lazily sipping your margarita, you lowered your glasses to get a better look at Gareth. Stardom served him well…so did this attitude. He gladly took up space, thrived under the limelight, bathed in the spoils of his success. His personality intimately had become much more confident as well.

You snapped to attention as he whistled at you, nodding as you set your drink aside and moved to stand. Padding over and leaving damp footprints along the concrete, sitting on his lap as you hummed contentedly. It was like your mind was constantly swimming, all you ever had to think about was what color you wanted your next beautiful staple piece for your wardrobe to be.

"So…you're um, you're his partner?" The interviewer questioned as Gareth pressed feverish kisses along your collarbone and down the deep seated v neck of your top. Your well manicured fingers delicately tracing along his scalp as you nodded. "I am," you murmured softly.

"What's it like? I mean…I guess is it taxing? The spotlight, the jealous fans, the paparazzi?" He asked softly as you hummed in acknowledgment. "It's, different, for sure-Gareth-" you laughed lightly as his ring clad fingers kneaded the soft doughy skin of your thighs and partially exposed ass. "It's different than Hawkins, it's different because, I wasn't all that growing up? I was a librarian for Christ's sake. I was captain of the tennis team, i was in a math club…i was very mousy? I guess? I think that's the right term. Quiet, stayed out of the way, plain. But…now im decked out, im surrounded by luxury, with my dear friends and the man i love. I can't complain, i have everything I've ever wanted…" you commented.

"And what about the rumors involving Corroded Coffin and their ties to the demonic and depraved? That they've sold their souls for a first class ticket to hell?" He asked as your lips pursed harshly, Gareth's kisses stopping as his eyes flicked to look over at the interviewer who'd gotten increasingly nervous as the silence went on. Eddie, Grant and Jeff exchanging glances before Eddie sighed. "This interviews over…" he muttered as he waved the guy off.

You really wanted to pry, figure out why they were so defensive, but were cut off by Gareth carrying you back to your shared room as you grunted in mild discomfort at being adjusted on his hip. It clearly got to him, just not for the reasons you assumed.

A soft whine bubbled past your lips as he set you down in the massive restroom. Carefully looking him over as he frowned. "I need to go talk to the guys…" he insisted as you nodded softly. Letting him press a chaste kiss to your forehead before walking off. Leaving you to care for yourself which, nowadays was rare. Gareth dressed you, bathed with you, picked out your meals, tended to you like a doll. So it was just…unfamiliar now.

Carefully starting the shower and tossing your bathing suit down the laundry chute, combing out your hair, and looking yourself over, led to a sigh you hadn't realized you'd been holding in. Staring at your body carefully. You'd gained a little weight, a few more curves, some pudge, which wasn't bad at all. You knew you were beautiful. Almost perpetually sunkissed and dotted with faint freckles from it all. Clearer skin, perfect cuticles, you were beautiful. You knew you were beautiful. Gareth made sure you knew.

Carefully stepping into the shower, you lathered yourself in luxurious soaps, loofa scrubbing the scent of chlorine from your skin and spinning soapy spirals down the drain. Making sure to do a twice over before working on your hair. Humming softly to yourself as you carefully furrowed your brows. This wasn't the first time they'd gotten irrationally defensive about the satanism question…and it seemed more like they were scared than insulted.

Your questions running through your head mixed with the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as you carefully shut off the water, dragging yourself out of the shower to get dressed, sliding a silk set over your head as you sighed in thought. Drying your hair and padding into the massive bedroom, making yourself comfortable on the bed as you heard Gareth coming back. You needed to know.

"Sorry we just, we were discussing if we wanted to do anymore interviews this week. I don't think we're…what's wrong?" He pressed as you carefully swallowed your doubt. You needed to ask, he owed you that transparency.

"You guys get so mad…when people bring up the demonic possession shit…what's that about?" You questioned as Gareth pulled a beer from the mini fridge and looked over at you with a frown. "Because it's a stupid question." He retorted as you carefully shook your head.

"You got successful so fast…from the Hideout to fucking Hollywood I meant Gareth i know something is going on! It's not normal to just, randomly become so big that you're playing alongside big bands like DIO and Motley Crüe and being a fucking INTERNATIONAL super star-" you hissed as he looked you over.

"Do not raise your voice at me, you know better-"

"And what is with this "you know better" shit?! You used to be too scared to look me in the eyes and now what?! You're, you're this domineering womanizer-"

"I am not a womanizer. I only want you. This is all for you. It has always been for you."He murmured as he stepped towards the bed, carefully tilting his head at you.

"Of course we get defensive. You think we'd be this successful without help? You think we really needed those books for a song? A song about satanism is really cliche sweetheart…" his hand gently gripped your face, squishing your cheeks. "I worked so fucking hard my whole life…to no avail. We all did. We took the opportunity. Seized our moment. We got what we wanted." He leaned closer as you whimpered softly.

"I have loved you since i was twelve years old. I have loved making music. But I couldn't give us the life we needed working at a Radio Shack in rural Indiana. I couldn't have you. All of this has been for you." He kissed you softly, lips trailing along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

"What…?" It was a breath of a word, little substance to it as you whimpered under the weight of him.

"I was promised fame, fortune, love. I wanted you. I only wanted you. So what? We sold our souls. Eddie got stardom, Grant's got ties in his field and is a goddamn producer, Jeff's got women throwing themselves at him, I've got you. You were brought to me, because of my sacrifice. Losing your job, losing your apartment, how i was ALWAYS there when you needed me…" his kisses pressed down the deep v of your top as you moaned softly. Watching his movements closely. "You're mine…it was worth it if I get to have you." He murmured.

Every alarm that should've been going off in your head wasn't, every logical and moral fallacy fell away. It was nice to be wanted, nicer to be loved, perfect to be an obsession. Gareth was obsessed with you enough to play with the lines blurring life and the occult. He needed you. That should've been an immediate no…but it was only making that warmth in your core extend to boiling.

"I do it for you because i love you…" he carefully rolled you over as he sighed lightly. The clinking of his belt enough to cause your hips to roll unconsciously into the bed as he pat your hips. Carefully listening to Gareth grabbing a couple things off the ground around the bed before flinching lightly.

A discarded silk scarf from a date the night previous being used to secure your wrists snugly behind your back. Holding your hands firmly in place, Gareth's belt coming around your neck in a makeshift collar and leash fashion. A weak and desperate moan leaving you as he tugged slowly, the squeeze intoxicating as your lashes fluttered. "Think about it. You have waited for nothing. I have given you everything…i have worshipped you and all i want is your obedience and devotion…" he murmured as he worked your silk shorts off with his free hand. "I take wonderful care of you, don't i?" He pressed as he carefully pushed your legs apart, thumbs lightly running along the curve of your back and over your hips.

You tentatively took the pillow beneath your head, pulling it between your teeth as Gareth carefully dipped down, spreading you slowly as he placed light kisses to the tender skin around your desperate opening. Humming as he bit down lightly on the fat of your thigh.

Gareth was never shy about his adoration, lazily running his tongue over you before groaning to himself as he held your squirming hips, dipping his tongue inside you as you let out a muffled moan, lashes fluttering, rolling your hips back slowly as you groaned into the goose down clutched between your teeth.

Gareth's tongue expertly rolled itself back up into your walls as you growled lightly, whining desperately to yourself as you held tight to the sheets and panted. You were his…and he was gonna make sure you remembered that.

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BOO! Gotcha, I hope! Would you guys like more Erik content?!

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Ughhhhh, i have this Gareth x reader that is collecting dust so bad because im not sure if there’s a demographic for it?

It’s basically a play on the “selling your souls to Satan for fame and your greatest desires will be met” trope, but corroded coffin does so, and Gareth hopes that with this otherworldly intervention he’ll finally be able to woo you too, as you’re his greatest desire?

But is it too dark? I dunno :(

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Hi my lovelies!,

I, want to get back into writing? So I need your help! If you'd be willing to select one, that would be great. I'm just trying to gauge what people would like to read! Granted, I'll keep writing whatever I like regardless, but it's nice to know what's preferred so I don't leave anyone waiting