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h4m1lt0ns · 2 months ago

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode fifteen :: BREAKING POINT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔ the qatar heat is taking everyone out, and the tension between y/n and lewis has reached a boiling point. (get it, ha, get it bc it was hot. ok.)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, angst.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: jesus christ is everyone okay

y/n: logan’s retirement killed me

y/n: is he okay i heard he got rly sick

y/n: i saw lance wasn’t doing well either

y/n: answer me ffs i’m worried

y/n: i WILL report you all as missing.

my baby lando: i’m okay, overheated to hell tho

papaya baby #2: yeah were alright here

papaya baby #2: logan is very sick tho and the heat made it worse

y/n: oh my god i hope he’s okay

chal eclair: it’s so fucking hot mate

chili!: i’ve sweat from places i didn’t think i can

PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah it’s a me too lmfao

yukino: i want to kill myself

y/n: pls don’t 🤍

my baby lando: now wait

my baby lando: is there drama in the mercedes garage

papaya baby #2: yeah that crash was pretty bad 👀

princess george: no we’re all good here 🤷🏻‍♂️

princess george: y/n lewis is looking for you tho

honey badger: OUUUUUUUUU

alabono: i ship it so bad

y/n: did he say why 😀

princess george: no but he seems to be packing up to leave, so catch him before he’s gone

y/n: ik u said no drama but was he like ,, mad?

angel carmen: oop

princess george: he looked upset ig but idk hope this helped 🩷

y/n: thank u it didn’t 😍

chili!: bro go get ur man

y/n: he’s not my man.

y/n: yet

yukino: listen u little shit.

chal eclair: YET?????????????????

︴# ⸝⸝ : ★ real life ¡ ⌕ ⸝⸝ ﹒ ﹕

“lewis…” you trailed off with a slight frown on your face. your back was pressed against the wall as you watched lewis pack his belongings into a bag. he was clearly annoyed, borderline angry, he looked at you for a second before sitting on the sofa to tie his shoe laces.

“i’m sick of this shit.” lewis grumbled, his tattooed hands rubbing his temples, then down his face. he was getting really upset with everything that has been going on with mercedes and the car. the team hasn’t been showing up for him, ignoring his opinions and requests for change, and now, just acting like nothing happened when he literally crashed.

he threw the bag’s handle over his shoulder, sighing as he stood up. “do you wanna talk about it?” you ask, voice almost quiet. lewis looks at you, eyes trailing up and down your body, he exhaled again. “what are you doing after this?” he asks, walking over to you, and standing just a little too close.

you swallowed, blinking as you glanced between his eyes and lips. “uhm-.. nothing, just gonna go back to the hotel. have dinner, then go to sleep.” you answer as you begin to play with the hem of your shirt. he lewis hums, looking down at your hand. it was a nervous tic you had, he noticed it pretty quickly.

“do you wanna get dinner with me?” lewis asks, taking your hand in his bigger one.

you blink again.

is he asking you out? like on a date? …officially?

“y/n.” he says, slightly tugging at your palm, you hum. is this actually happening? “let me take you out. on a date. come get dinner with me.” he says, pulling you closer to him. you nod.

“yeah. i’ll go with you.” you finally answer. he smiles a little, but his smile doesn’t fully reach his eyes. he wasn’t happy, but a feeling of relief washed over his chest.

finally.

[qatar, 8:05 pm]

champagne bubbled in the tall crystal flutes, food that was once fresh now sat on the white ceramic plates growing cold. lewis was slightly zoned out, but just focused enough to be aware of his surroundings — murmurs of the other restaurant patrons, miscellaneous jazz playing quietly and the feeling of your hand in his.

he hasn’t let go since you both sat down almost an hour ago. you gently rub his knuckles, and he intertwines your fingers. lewis is focused on you now, his brown bambi eyes looking directly in yours, long lashes slowly batting as he blinked. exactly like a baby deer.

“talk to me.” you quietly coax him. you didn’t need him to talk to you, to tell you what’s wrong. you already knew what’s wrong. you knew exactly what was wrong, but you still wanted needed him to talk, because apart from wanting to hear his voice, you wanted him to not keep his thoughts and feelings bottled up.

with everything he’s been through recently, it wasn’t long until he became a ticking time bomb. that was the last thing you wanted to happen.

“i dont know what to say.” he said, voice almost strained. his grip on your hand tightened — keeping him grounded, granting him a sense of security maybe — and with his other words he points to his chest. “it’s here.” he says, motioning over his heart, “i can feel it all here.” he says again.

you cover the back of his hand with your other hand, sighing a little. “did you talk to toto after you crashed? after the race ended?” you ask. lewis shakes his head, then lets out an ironic chuckle, “doesn’t matter what i say, nothing will change.” he says, still shaking his head.

“you can change.” you state.

lewis looks back at you, “what do you mean?”

you tilt your head slightly, questioning whether or not to say what you’re about to say, but you say it anyway. “lewis…” you began, gently caressing his wrist. “have you ever considered leaving mercedes?” you ask.

lewis frowned, his grip on you just now loosening. “what?” he asks, as if he couldn’t believe what you just said to him. “what do you mean by that?” he laughs — a poor attempt to mask his confusion. he’s a little shocked that you asked him that. …what?

“have you ever considered driving for a different team?” you asked, squeezing his hand a little to show that you’re serious. he frowns again, this time he pulls his hand away from yours.

it’s silent for a a hot minute or two, he hasn’t looked at you since. “you don’t.. no, no, you don’t get it.” he say, an anger bubbling in his tone. you frown a little, pulling your hands back and letting them rest in your lap. “lewis-” you began, only for him to cut you off.

“you don’t understand.” he states, clearly upset. “mercedes is all i know. from the beginning of my career, since i was karting, it was mercedes, when i started in f1 it was mclaren-mercedes, it’s still mercedes now.” he states, looking deep in your soul.

“lewis, it’s not-”

“do you hear what your asking me?” he condescendingly asks.

you’re quiet for a little, then you answer him. “yeah, i do. that team is not good for you anymore.” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, “yeah, right.” he says, rolling his eyes. you scoff a little, “lewis, they’re mistreating you! what they’re doing to you isn’t normal, and it’s isn’t okay either.” you say.

“tsk, please.” lewis groans. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.” he adds, not looking at you. you sink back into your chair, “you’re right. i may not know everything that’s happening, but i’ve seen enough in the past couple months. you can’t just sit and let them keep treating you like this.”

“leave my team? why would i listen to you?” he asks.

“because i care about you-”

“i didn’t ask you to care.” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could even think, and he instantly regretted that. the way your shoulders slumped from your always perfect posture, the way your face now sat almost expressionless — he almost saw your heart fall out of your chest.

“oh.” was all you let out.

lewis swallowed thickly. god, he wanted to run face first into a brick wall. why the fuck would he say that? to you out of all people? seriously? he sat there, stewing in his own guilt and shame as he watched you grab your handbag and leave the table. jesus fucking christ, did he have to say that? there was no reason for him to push you away the he just did. just rude as fuck.

champagne bubbled in the tall crystal flutes, food that was once fresh now sat on the white ceramic plates completely cold. lewis was now fully zoned out, not even focused enough to be aware of his surroundings.

he had a lot to think about.

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medullamindset · 4 months ago

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hii do u think u could perhaps do daisuke dating headcanons😓😓 can be sfw or nsfw

Yes hehehehhegeheheggeeee

The hc's are divided into general / relationship / NSFW ✦

CW: brief mention of drinking and smoking weed, uhmmmmm that's abt it?

GENERAL HC'S

✿ • 23 years old. (not sure of his birth year since it isn't established wether MW takes place in the future or the past or what)

✿ • Hes 1/2 japanese, 1/4 hispanic and 1/4 fillipino but either isn't spoken as much as english in his house so he never really picked up on the languages, knows bits and pieces tho. His mother is Japanese and his Father is Hispanic/Filipino but they met in america.

✿ • Loves all kinds of music, cannot stick to one genre for the life of him. Reggae, Pop, Techno, Metal, Country, Dad-rock, disco, experimental everything all the way to punk he doesn't care!!!! Hes dancing to all of the above, flailing his arms around and jumping like a madman

↑ I feel like some of his favorite artists would be The Cave Singers, Wooden Shjips, Gorillaz, Björk (that includes her ex-bands like K.U.K.L. and The Sugarcubes), NIN, Ariel Pink, Guns N' Roses, Ramones, RHCP and uhhh yeah just a shit load of contrast basically LOL

✿ • Chronic sims 4 player. He'll be hunched over his laptop for hours putting his poor sims through the most brutal shit and trying the most insane challenges.

His laptop is literally breathing like a dragon with all the mods he downloads-

✿ • Knows the FNAF lore by heart. He tried to be one of the Cool Kids™️ in middle school but enjoyed participating in a few "cringe" interests with the Weird Kids™️ from time to time.

✿ • Was lowkey a bit ignored by his classmates growing up. He was "too girly" for the boys and "too boyish" for the girls. So he was kinda bouncing back and forth, stuck in the middle.

✿ • Swears he'd never date a man but had so many male fictional crushes as a kid, you couldn't waterboard that info out of him but he's definetly a closeted bisexual.

✿ • Monster Energy enthusiast, drinks it like coffee. He'll complain about a headache and everything if he hasn't drank one in a while.

Loves fizzy drinks in general, he's team Dr. Pepper 😎

✿ • Has a few friends(?) That treat him kinda shitty cuz hes so gullible, think of 'em kinda like Tony, Cook, Sid and Chris from Skins UK. Cracking jokes at his expense and pretending to care abt him.. Or maybe they do but just have a really weird way of showing it❓

He goes home a little butthurt every time but doesn't wanna "be a baby" so he rarely makes a thing of it.

✿ • Ok so, i feel like ppl take the "And then theres that teeny bopper thinking only with his downstairs longnose." Dialogue from Swansea to the extreme. Cuz Swansea is usually very pessimistic and dramatic in his dialogue. Daisuke might aswell just have been complaining abt how hard it is to date on a freaking space freighter and how badly he wanted a lovelife while repairing something and Swansea decided to make a snarky/sarcastic remark abt it like he does on other occasions in game. "Capitano! Man with the plan!", "Let's hear it for Wake Rock!", "think i can already feel the ship rumb-a-tumbling through space." Ect.

Or maybe he is just a gooner i mean whaddo i know 🤷‍♀️ (pls don't attack me goonsuke fans)

✿ • Doesn't really drink that much when hes out, he'll have something if everyone else is but he rarely gets drunk-drunk. Hes a sentimental one but thats a secret shhhhh.

✿ • has tried smoking weed too but inhaled it wrong and nearly threw up from how hard he was coughing, his face was beet red for the rest of the night, 50% from the coughing, 50% from embarrassment. His friends get him into alot of stupid shit.

✿ • Talks to inanimate objects all the time and rarely thinks twice about it, like he'll bump into a table and say "sorry" or "excuse me", but if it was particularily hard on a sharp edge he'll go "owwUHH!!😠 You bitch...💔"

↑ Holding the drinks in the car still when he makes a sharp turn and saying something like "Hold on tight, Ladies." With a smirk.

↑ Tells his dishes it's "bath time!" and asked "may i take your coats?🧐" One time when peeling garlic.

✿ • Speaking of garlic he helps his mom around in the kitchen alot when making dinner, hes secretly a really good cook from just watching and learning through her but doesn't really like doing it all that much so it never lives up to its full potential. His dad is a bit scary in the kitchen on the other hand so he stays behind him lol

✿ • I headcanon his parents to be very like-..? They try to be supportive of him and encourage him to "try that" or "check out that job application" but on an emotional level they're a bit harder to get through to. Hes convinced they're dissapointed in him 24/7 what with how his mom called him a slacker. But they just want what's best for him.

He knows he'll never be like them. Just like Swansea said, hes not an ace student, career workhorse or a force of ambition. He doubts he'll ever bring in the big bucks. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try. Hes just lost.

✿ • Hes had multiple low-paying jobs before the Tulpar like record store employée, Video store, ice cream stand or fast food employée. Top burger flipper Dai 😎🍔 but always manages to get fired somehow 🤕

✿ • That pink hawaiian shirt is just one out of dozens. He just likes them so much, each one is different from the other in color and pattern and he audibly gasps with exitement when he finds a new treasure at his local thrifts. They're literally all he wears. Hawaiian shirt, jeans, tee and jewelry. Every day. Maybe a hoodie over in the winter.. But don't mistake him for an outfit repeater.

✿ • Has been bleaching his hair since he was 20, went full yellow-ish blonde the first time but liked the outgrown roots look better.

Needs help with the back desparately 😭🙏

✿ • Had blue hair at one point as a kid and also shaved his whole head at 16 when he was feeling angsty and regretted it like crazy a week later ☠️

✿ • Wants more ear piercings SO BAD but feels shitty asking his parents for money. Grown ass man..

Lowkey also wants an eyebrow piercing but is afraid of it rejecting or getting ripped out somehow (same).

✿ • wears the most fuckass socks under those boots. Bro ONLY has silly patterned socks. Bananas, dinosaurs, stripes, stars, minecraft, spiderman, flowers, cats, literally anything.

RELATIONSHIP HC'S

✿ • Constantly wonders why you're dating him. Like you're just so cool and pretty and hes just "meh" in his eyes. He is so ready for you to dump him for some hung, beefy biker any second the first three months of your relationship.

✿ • Looks to you for your opinion all the time before deciding something. Sometimes it's just "Does this shirt look good??" But other times he really has to double check with you before making a big decision. He undermines himself quite often, he doesn't realize how smart and independent he actually is or could be. Dissmissing his thoughts to hear yours.

Thats when u have to try and mindfuck slash convince him into trusting his own intuition.

✿ • Loves watching you do your makeup (if u wear any). He'll just be sat behind you and watching everything you do in the mirror. Guesses what the products are before you use them.

↑ Wants u to kiss him all over after applying lipstick.

"But, baby, it'll stain :("

"Yes please!" *points to cheek.*

↑ Also begs you to do his eyeliner from time to time when you're going out. Adores the way you hold his jaw and stare at him in focus.

✿ • if you do piercings or are like "in training" hes begging YOU to do the piercings for him ‼️ "Please baby, please, i'llSuckIt,I'llBuyTicketsToThatConcertNextMonth,I'llBuyYouANewCar,I'llDoAnythingJust PLEASEEE pierce my rook!!!!" Hes literally on his knees with his hands clasped together.

↑ if you're not a pro tho, getting pierced together is definetly a date idea. You'd have a jar with the words "PiErciNG cAsH" scribbled on it standing proudly in your kitchen that you both drop money into regularily.

↑ puts on a brave face when the needle comes but bro has the lowest pain tolerance ever. Fainted once. You had to feed him kitkats till he could stand up.

NSFW HC'S

✿ • Is a virgin but not completely clueless, hes come close to losing his virginity before but both he and the other person pussied out. Got a handjob once tho!

He knows where the clit is from watching porn el oh el

✿ • Has moles all over, not just his face. He has a few on his arms and back but the most noticable(prettiest) ones are the ones on his chest and stomach <3 allllll the way down to his pubic bone.

i need to draw that..

✿ • LOVEEEESSS HICKEYS. Giving and receiving, he just can't help himself. Wears those purple bruises PROUDLY and can't wait for you to leave new ones once they've faded.

Loves seeing you with them too, it's just such an ego boost when he pulls back and sees you littered in them for everyone to see and know. But if you really don't want them to be anywhere visible he'll be like urgghhhh fiiinee.

You always have atleast one hickey somewhere with Daisuke as ur boyfriend.

✿ • Likes cowgirl, but his fav position is missionary, he gets so lost in the sause when fucking you dude. Whining and gasping into the crook of your neck as he tries not to bust early, stopping his agonizing pace every once in a while to grind his hips into yours, trying to dig himself as deep as possible before picking his pace back up again.

✿ • Pretty average in size, like 5-6 inches and girthy, his tip is like a #cc8976 and his cum is actually not that bad, he drinks alot of water. like ALOT. Hes literally a human fountain

✿ • is a chatterbox in the sheets, cringes a bit at dirtytalk but like "accidental dirtytalk" when hes inside you MFHH. Babbling about how good u feel. No degredation is flying out his trap 'round here.

- "Mnhh, fuckk.. Feel so good, baby.. I'm close-..!"

- "You're so wet,.. Mfhh-.. Hah.. This wet all 'cause of me, babe?"

- "God you're so hot-!! Hahh.. How could i get so lucky? Hm-?.."

✿ • Is a bit silly on impulse sometimes, hes the type to smile and wave at you if you look back at him during doggy hehehahGJDH

He'll apologize profusely after, trying to supress his giggles when you call him a fucking moron KSJAHSBD

*taps on your ass like a keyboard and inserts his dick*

"I'm in. 🧑‍💻"

Hehe i love silly sex

✿ • He loves cumming inside you so much, holds resentment towards condoms cuz they prevent him from doing so. He likes it RAW and without restraints!! But he respects you and your wishes so if you really want him to wear one he'll suck it up lol

✿ • Hes a munch, but honestly he just loves having his mouth on you in general. Getting sloppy with your sex, kissing up your stomach, latching onto your tits and sucking on your neck.

God just imagine him tucking his hair behind his ears lazily before going to town MEOWWWWWWW

✿ • Needs reassurance. It kinda borders on praise kink(?) but generally he just wants to know if hes doing good. If he sees even the slightest bit of boredom or discomfort on your face hes pulling away immediately to double check.

Once again with the whole "accidental dirtytalk" thing. He'll ask you something, genuienly seeking confirmation.. But he just says it so out of breath and whiny it sounds borderline filthy sometimes.

- "That the spot, baby?"

- "This ok?" / "You like that?" / "Right there, babe?"

He just wants to please you :((

Sigh..

Click

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

#mouthwashing daisuke #daisuke x you #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke x reader #daisuke mw #daisuke juarez #daisuke #mouthwashing x reader #daisuke headcanons

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bewitched-hours · 3 days ago

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Hmmmmmmmms I think I haves an idea I say with joys!

Shark Mermaid! Reader x Daisy1337 ( HELL YWAH POLYCULE with one of my fav ships LES GOOOO)

Ok so instead of reader being permanently a fish thing, only changes when they hit the water. Soo they still integrated into Robloxian life and we were doing a damn good job at it( if you look past the sharp CHOMPERS and all), heck we even managed to become friends with Daisy and Guest 1337 ( Denial is a river) or maybe more idk you've never quite understood land walkers emotions very well( it shows cos they are quite literally discussing having a POLYCULE with your oblivious self). You're too busy dreaming about seafood to even bother with their obvious hints

Welp sometimes you sneak out for awhile to a lake nearby, it's no pearly ocean but at least it's secluded enough that nobody goes here so nobody catches you being well you( yeah your currently being a feral lil shit right now eating all the fishes ). Yeaaaa till Daisy and Guest 1337 decide to have a fishing trip in that exact lake your currently swimming about. And we try so hard not to get caught, we really do to our credit but no Roblox gods decided that they want this ship to sail so you still end up getting caught,well for good reason Guest 1337 accidentally fell in so you push him back up( he thought he was cooked as soon as he saw the shark fin) Probably pulled you up as well only to see your legs replaced with a shark's tail. Despite how on guard you were, I mean as soon as they saw you like this they were gonna ship you off for money, plus your a Shark aren't Robloxian's scared off you, might aswell start saying goodbye to freedom- you're hearing a confession from the two of them...Welp thank goodness we have two hands :D

Oh god I can hear the H2O memories flooding back

Anyways it's ya girl

Yapper Anon

YAPPER WE BOTH WATCHED H2O OMG- I LIVED FOR THAT SHOW AS A KID, THANK YOU FOR THIS DELICIOUS MEAL AND LETTING ME BE A FERAL LIL SHIT- Honestly I'm imagining this as a mix of Black Pearl Cookie and Sorbet Shark Cookie but ofc Robloxian

READER GETS SHE/THEY Y'ALL

You could be considered somewhat of a mermaid... Except your fish part was that of a shark... Along with scales scattered over your skin and your ears looking more like fins and-

But you could take on a robloxian form to live normally. If you ignore the fact your teeth were still razor sharp-

Didn't seem like Guest and Daisy minded it though, that's probably why they were your only friends. Technically also Charlotte but you doubted she had a single bad bone in her body, that was also why you could never say no to her.

How did it come to this? Well....

It started when you would still wear one of those fashionable masks around to cover your teeth to visit Builder Brother's Pizzaria. You just loved pizza and would always order it with whatever fishy toppings you could get.

Most people would ignore you and just excuse you as some punk when you'd pay the workers with some money you stole without being noticed. Not like you had a home to be traced back to but you looked well off enough so people didn't know you were homeless. You just looked like some punk who would go around spraying graffiti. You thought it was cool.

But one day, little Charlotte decided to notice how you were eating your pizza and excitedly ran up to your table to ask about your teeth, startling both you and her parents. Yeah, that was how your friendship with them started...

You eventually made up some backstory of your parents kicking you out and you struggling to find a job, which was only a half-truth. Sharks did tend to be born independent and don't grow up with parents nor the need for a job but they didn't need to know that. What they did know though, was that they happily accepted you into their home. It honestly shocked you but they had been so kind to you that you couldn't decline. You felt bad not rewarding their efforts and basically became the go-to babysitter for Charlotte, considering she seemed to absolutely love you. It warmed your partially warm-blooded heart and you were absolutely in tears over how cute she was.

Hell, Guest and Daisy didn't even know when they started falling for your unusual charms but they certainly began dropping hints and talking about including a third in their marriage, all while you were being supportive and completely oblivious to the obvious signs.

Hey, you were still half-shark so it was only to be expected that you struggled with emotions. Although... Maybe they didn't need to know that...

It was honestly kinda cute how oblivious you seemed about it. You'd have no problem asking them how polycules even work and supporting their decision but somehow it never clicked why they were telling you this. You figured it was because you lived with them but it never occurred to you that there might be other reasons.

It also never occurred to you why you felt so warm around them. Surely it was just because you were grateful for their kindness... Right-?

"Just be sure to stay safe, [Reader]!" Daisy wished you farewell for now, knowing that you sometimes liked to just take a stroll around and explore. It became a normal thing for you to disappear for a couple hours some nights after Charlotte was settled into bed so your departure wouldn't be interrupted by her using those puppy-dog-eyes to get you to stay.

You just nodded with a chuckle and were practically beaming as you headed to a new lake you had found on your last expedition. You could smell the delicious fish without even touching the water and it made you hungry beyond belief.

Setting aside clothes in a small bag by a large rock, you nearly dove into the water to let the scales cover your most important parts while your legs began to morph into the shark tail you were so familiar with. it nearly reached up to your chest but you thought that just make you look cooler. Kinda like those mermaids Charlotte showed you in one of her storytime books. Oh, if only she could see this form, she'd probably freak out and ask you a million questions...

But this was your alone time. A couple hours to let your instincts take over and seek the thrill of the hunt. The adrenaline that came from how fast you were was deliciously intoxicating but you didn't want to keep your new family waiting.

Wait... New family? Why was that your thought?

No matter, you wouldn't let this matter interfere with your plans as you enjoyed trapping and gnawing the different fishes swimming the lake. It was like a free buffet, how could you deny yourself that?!

Well... Pretty easily it seems by how quickly you scattered to the nearest cave when a boat casted a shadow above you. You were a little confused but something told me there could only be two people on that boat... And it was the last two Robloxians you would want to see in your current form...

Of course it had to be them. Of course it had to be Daisy and Guest. They were the only ones you've told about the lake and if anyone else knew of it, it wouldn't be so overgrown with moss and flora.

Okay, you could probably relax. They didn't know you were here and you can probably just wait until they're gone and-

Why did you just feel a ripple in the water-?

Panicked, you looked out to see a swarm of electric eels attempting to pull Guest down by his arms. Oh... Oh hell no...

Before they could get any deeper down, you charged right at them and swatted them away from Guest before pushing him back towards the boat. Eels really were some annoying pests...

You originally just wanted to bring him back up and disappear back into the water to deal with the eels so you could assert dominance over them but were stopped when Guest managed to grab your arm and lift you out of the water. "[Reader]?!" Him and Daisy exclaimed in unison, shocked at your form as you nervously squirmed in his arms. You were so dead, there was no way they wouldn't-

"Is this why you were so nervous around water?" Daisy asked, surprising you as you suddenly froze up. "Were you afraid how we'd react?"

You weren't exactly sure what to say. Why were they still so gentle with you? why did they act so casual about this?

Regardless, you just nodded and looked down to your tail fin as your ears started folding downwards in slight shame. You didn't even know why you felt so warm in the face even as the two couldn't help but chuckle. "You're adorable, you know that?" Daisy eventually commented, making your head whip around in shock before glancing back at your tail and back at her.

"Adorable?" You asked in disbelief. "I'm quite literally half-shark and you think I'm... Adorable??" You were confused beyond belief, especially when she began to nod in agreement.

"We know you wouldn't harm us. Humans aren't tasty to sharks." Guest spoke calmly behind you. You were surprised he knew about that fact since not many people seemed bothered enough to learn about sharks. "And it certainly would explain the teeth..."

Oh... Right-

You were caught off guard once more when both of them suddenly took to kissing you. One on your neck and one on your forehead as your face turned beet-red. "Wh-what is this?!" You asked as your body suddenly felt much warmer in contrast to the cold night air. "Why does that make me feel so warm and- and happy?!"

You groaned in frustration, only amplified as the two of them began wrapping themselves around you in almost a cuddle pile. "I'm thinking you're describing... Love!" Daisy teased, peppering your face with more kisses and giggling over how shy it seemed to make you as you quickly threw your hands over your face to hide it. "Why is love so fuzzy and warm..." You whined, unsure if you liked the feeling. It was strange and unfamiliar but also interesting and alluring... Maybe the thrill of the hunt could-

Oh wait- you were drying up because of them-

"Clothes- Clothes-!" You panicked, nervously wiggling around as Guest finally let you go and Daisy worked to get her jacket around you like a blanket. "... Thank you..." You muttered in embarrassment, pointing towards the stone where your bag was when Guest asked about it and stealing a peck on your lips as he got himself propped up to steer the boat towards it. You could be called a potato with how red in the face you were and clearly the two enjoyed every second of it while you slowly got used to their affections, even leaning into it or even attempting to mimic them by the time you all decided to head back home.

There would be a lot of explaining to do to Charlotte in the morning and a lot of sick time for Guest...

Honestly the whole "Another creature drags them down" felt more satisfying-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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rook-laidir · 5 months ago

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Hey remember when I wrote things other than banter?

Me neither! Let’s party!

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Rook: So all the Dalish get face tattoos?

Davrin: They’re called Vallaslin. And usually, yeah. They’re to honor the elvhen gods.

Rook: Which god is yours?

Davrin: Ghilan’nain.

Rook: Oh.

Davrin: Yeah.

Rook: Shit.

Davrin: Yeah.

Rook: So you just get needles stuck in your face in the middle of the woods?

Davrin: You got your tattoos on a sticky table in the back of a tavern.

Rook: Fair enough.

Davrin: So what’s the story behind your tattoos?

Rook: Who said they had stories?

Davrin: You and Taash are always going on about Rivaini wearing their stories. So what’s the story?

Rook: The sleeve’s actually a map of the routes we took on the ship when I was a slave. We went in circles a lot.

Davrin: Not the cheeriest story to take up your entire arm.

Rook: I got out, so it’s still a win.

Davrin: What about the one on your right arm - the one with the shapes? What’s the story there?

Rook: It looks cool and I had too many drinks.

Harding: It’s still a no.

Rook: Why?

Harding: Where would we even put a fennec?

Rook: It can stay in my room.

Harding: You’d have to actually catch it first.

Rook: That’s where you come in.

Harding: Not happening.

Rook: Killjoy.

Rook: How come Viago keeps trying to give me wine?

Lucanis: Because it’s poisoned.

Rook: Shit, is there a contract out on me?

Lucanis: Several people have tried to hire the Crows to assassinate you, but we’ve refused those contracts.

Rook: I’m flattered, but that doesn’t explain the attempted murder.

Lucanis: He wants to help you develop an immunity to common poisons. It means he likes you.

Rook: Aw, the assassins like me!

Rook: Do spirits in the Necropolis have genders? The ones around the Hall don’t really care.

Emmrich: I’ve met some that choose to portray themselves as male or female. Some intentionally look as androgynous as they can. It’s up to the spirit, really.

Rook: Does Vorgoth have a gender? They seem like more of a…concept.

Emmrich: Vorgoth is happy to answer to any pronouns or titles, but just “Vorgoth” will suffice.

Rook: I wanna be like them when I grow up.

Taash: How’d you figure out your gender stuff?

Rook: Kinda similar to how you did. Being a woman didn’t feel right, but being a man didn’t feel right either. I had a partner for a little bit. They were non-binary and helped me start to figure things out from there.

Taash: That’s nice. Why’d you break up?

Rook: We didn’t. They died.

Taash: Oh. Shit. Sorry.

Rook: It’s ok. It was a long time ago.

Taash: Doesn’t mean it hurts less.

Rook: (Sighs) Yeah.

Rook: Ok, dinner three nights ago.

Neve: Three nights ago, you were coming back from Arlathan with Davrin and Bel so you probably ate something the Veil Jumpers hunted for lunch. After that, you probably made a joke about doing your own sort of hunting for dinner and took them to The Hilt, where you “hunted” for snacks you didn’t pay for and some watered down drinks. After you got back to the Lighthouse, you were probably still hungry and a little drunk so you accidentally ate Lace’s leftovers, which explains why she was so annoyed and why you had food poisoning.

Rook: How do you do that?

Neve: I’m good at my job.

Bellara: You should get that cut checked out. We have some healers at the Veil Jumper camp. They can take a look at it if you want.

Rook: It’s fine, I’ll walk it off.

Bellara: Rook! It’ll get infected!

Rook: I’ll be fine.

Rook: (winces)

Bellara: It got infected, didn’t it?

Rook: Yeah, yeah, you told me so.

Bellara: Will you go to a healer now?

Rook: Fine. But if any of them try to take my stuff again, I’m out.

Bellara: They were checking your pack for a first aid kit, which you didn’t have.

Rook: It’s my stuff! They didn’t need to touch my stuff.

#dragon age #datv #dragon age the veilguard #rook #da4 #dragon age veilguard #da veilguard #dragon age rook #rook laidir #neve gallus #bellara lutare #davrin #lace harding #emmrich volkarin #lucanis dellamorte #taash #DATV fake banter

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orimuraa · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤ ༊·˚ Like a fantasy - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆tropes enhypen would be ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆ wc 1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hehe..someone get me a man like ni-ki 😔 reblogs and feedback appreciated ^^ comment or send in an ask if you think i should write individual oneshots based off of these scenarios 👀

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𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

hehe ok..hear me out...but heeseung definitely gives brother's best friend trope

like, imagine your jake's little sister

and heeseung is always at your house bc of jake

and you've developed a small crush on heeseung but who wouldn't

but you're scared that jake will be mad, being the overprotective brother he is

heeseung has also been silently crushing on you, too scared of his best friend though to make a move

so when he comes clean to jake and shockingly gets jake's go ahead to date you (after a bribe with ramyeon), he's rushing out to plan the perfect way to ask you out

idk but hee just seems like the type to be a forehead kisser bc he knows jake does NAWT wanna see him smoochin his little sis

but yeah <3 he loves you so much and is so grateful to have you <3

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

uhh ok soo...i'm feeling maybe co-workers to lovers? don't question it

i see jay as one of your friendly co-workers who is insanely hot and you may or may not have a tiny crush on him

but it's okay bc he likes you too >//<

your desks are next to each other and so you have gotten many opportunities to talk and get to know each other better

he brings you coffee every morning as a sweet gesture

i feel like he would confess about his feelings first, then ask you out on a date

he's so over the moon when you say you've liked him too for a while now

when you guys are working, he'll definitely steal a couple kisses 🤭

the office most definitely ships you guys too

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

childhood besties to lovers.

period.

he's so loser coded too...

like, he's know you since forever and he's also liked you since forever >.<

jake is so whipped for you though lmao

he's definitely the type to chase away all the guys who are interested in you because he's jealous~

jake is always at your house because duhh he's jake and he can be

no but seriously, i think that it would be like you catch feelings for him too, but you're scared of ruining the friendship so you distance yourself a bit

but when he confronts you, he ends up tripping over his words and accidentally spilling that he's liked you for years now

big on kissing cause he's so loser coded <3

jk i love him....but he's just childhood bestie material

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

so uhh i don't know what this one is called...but basically, sunghoon's super popular and he's like, a jock and all that

but you're kinda quiet, nerdy, and less about being in the spotlight

and so sunghoon is kinda dumb and failing some of his classes, so the teacher assigns you to tutor him

at first, sunghoon thinks he's gonna hate this, but when he sees you, a gorgeous, sweet girl, he decides to make it worth while

he's such a flirt yet you're a pro at ignoring it, making him fall for you even more

eventually, he gets you to fall for his charm and then asks you out <3

he's never been so happy with someone and you really bring out a playful side of him

sunghoon has no shame kissing you whenever and wherever

so you better get used to all the attention now >//<

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo kinda gives strangers to lovers but like, cafe version

so he works at a cafe that you have just discovered and you really love it so you become a regular customer

you've always been too shy to ask the front worker for his number but you can read his little name tag that says his name is 'sunoo'

sunoo knows you as "pretty cafe girl" not having the guts to ask you

eventually, sunoo grows some balls and writes his number on a napkin one day, handing it to you along with your usual order

"hey, i think you're really pretty and i would love to get to know you <3 xxx-xxx-xxxx -sunoo"

AFGHJS he's so smooth

he'll take you out on a couple dates before making things official with you

and let me tell you, he absolutely adores you and you're the best thing that has ever happened to him <3

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

screams academic rival to lovers

you and him have always been neck and neck with each other in terms of academics

you've beaten him in certain classes and so has he, fueling your hatred for each other

but one day, you get paired to work together

and at first, you hate it and you hate him

but slowly, you start to realize just how kind and funny he is

jungwon has a similar encounter because after a few study sessions together, he realizes that he really has no other reason to hate you

your smart, sweet, funny, and really pretty, so he thinks, why not just become friends? why continue this rivalry?

when you two start dating, it shocks the whole school because wdym the two rivals are dating now???

occasional teasing about higher scores still happens tho <3

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村力

ni-ki kinda gives like, enemies to lovers ngl...

but not really true enemies, just kinda like, he teases you a lot and you find him annoying

you don't exactly remember when it happened, but one day, ni-ki just stopped teasing you completely, replacing all the teasing with kind actions

this confused you so bad and when you questioned him about it, he just shrugged it off, hiding the blush on his cheeks

turns out, he's actually liked you for a while and when he went to get advice from his hyungs, they told him to stop annoying you and start being kind

this is all revealed to you when you actually become friends with him

you also confess that you've had a small crush on him as well and he's so excited >//<

he will ask you out so quickly bc he's just so happy that you like him back (OH MY GOSH HE'S SO CUTE TT)

but yeah, he still enjoys teasing you very much <3 just not as much

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hprambles-blog · 4 months ago

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ok but like… Dramione makes way more sense than Drarry and idc what anyone says. like yeah yeah enemies to lovers blah blah, but w/ dramione there’s actual room for character growth?? hermione would force draco to face his bs, and draco’s the type who needs that kind of intellectual/emotional check. it’s spicy and smart. plus, she wouldn’t let him get away w/ anything. not the blood purity stuff, not the fake bravado. and draco would have to grow the hell up to even deserve her. that dynamic is ripe for something meaningful. now drarry? nah. it’s just rivals and trauma-bonding vibes but like… where’s the actual connection?? harry barely pays attention to draco unless he’s doing something shady and draco is mostly just being annoying or petty. it’s not tension, it’s just background noise. also let’s be real, if draco wasn’t a pale sad boi with daddy issues, would people still ship it?? or is it just the redemption kink + gay enemies aesthetic combo. anyway, w/ dramione you get real conversations, moral tension, mutual challenge, and the chance for earned redemption. drarry is just vibes and no foundation lol.

Alright. No bellamort now. Dramione shippers can entertain me more than that Bellamort shipper.

First of all: yes, enemies to lovers is a tired trope unless it’s two traumatized, morally gray disaster boys staring at each other across a war they didn’t ask for, both one snide comment away from either a duel or a kiss. That’s not just enemies to lovers. That’s rivals with unresolved tension, layered resentment, and “I know you better than anyone because I’ve been obsessing over you since I was 11.” That’s intimacy through hatred. That’s poetry.

Drarry isn’t about “fixing” Draco — Harry’s not Hermione with her clipboard and her moral high ground. Harry is a deeply tired, complex person who’s been used as a weapon his whole life, and Draco is someone who’s spent years trying to prove himself in a system that ultimately used him too. These are two people with actual parallels in their trauma, their isolation, and their need for someone who sees past the masks. Hermione would therapize Draco. Harry would understand him, even if he doesn't forgive him immediately. There’s no savior complex. Just real, raw, “I see you because you’re broken in the same places I am” energy.

And don’t even get me started on the chemistry. Every scene they have is charged. There’s nothing background noise about it. Their eye contact could cause power outages. The obsession is mutual. The tension is practically radioactive. Even the “petty” moments are just foreplay. Like, who do you think was watching the other brood across the Great Hall like a gothic Victorian ghost with a crush? Yeah. That’s right.

And look. Yes. People love a good redemption kink. But Drarry isn’t just about Draco getting redeemed. It’s about Harry finding softness in unexpected places. It’s about letting go of the binary of hero vs. villain. It’s about nuance. Mutual healing. Mutual pining. Not to mention the insane amount of emotional repression that needs to be unpacked with a kiss and a half-accidental hand graze.

Meanwhile, Dramione? It's fine. But it’s giving...debate club romance. It’s giving “You should read this book I annotated for you.” Cute. Structured. But lacking the sheer feral energy of two boys who would rather fight to the death than admit they’re in love.

Drarry isn’t just vibes. It’s vibes backed by unspoken longing, years of built-up tension, and enough emotional repression to power the British Empire. That’s storytelling.

So yeah. Drarry supremacy. Dramione can proofread their essays while Drarry’s busy healing generational trauma and redefining masculinity. Let the sad boys smooch in peace.

🍏

#harry potter #fandom discourse #hp ramble #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #drarry

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fairykingjing · 1 month ago

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Marco the Phoenix X F Reader- Doctor’s Orders

Summary: you eat a new fruit while exploring an island with your crew, the Whitebeard Pirates. What you don’t know is that this fruit is an aphrodisiac, and you find yourself desperate for some relief with your 1st divison commander.

Bit of a longer fic today (actually quite a bit longer) but I do love me some Marco 🩷

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut! May have gone a little overboard but it’s fiiiiine. Typical reader eats a fruit that makes her horny. Dr. Marco comes to the rescue ;) praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, p in v, protected sex, a heated conversation happens?

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The ocean glittered out in front of you as you smelled the salty sea air. Far off, you could see an island, your next destination.

“I hope they have yummy fruit!” You said to yourself.

“Be careful eating strange fruit while exploring,” Marco cautioned. Where did he come from? “Some of them have some odd side effects.”

“What, like turning you into a bird?” You teased.

He laughed, and the two of you watched the island grow nearer. “I’m serious,” he said after a while. “This island has some strange fruit. Some good, some not good.”

“Oh. Well, how do I know what’s good?” You asked.

“Only buy from the reputable stalls located downtown. They have strict rules in place to help tourists buy the right stuff.” Marco explained.

“Ok, fine,” you said raising your hands up. “I’ll be extra careful.”

Once you all had docked at the island, duties were doled out. Different groups went off to gather supplies, and you were tasked with buying a few bolts of cloth for clothing repairs. As you strolled the streets, taking in different shops, you saw the cloth store down an alleyway. You briskly walked towards it, but you were stopped by a lady selling beautiful pink melons.

“Would you care to try one, dear?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh, um, thanks, but I was told to only buy fruit from the downtown stalls,” you explained.

“Rubbish! There are plenty of us who sell perfectly good fruit outside of those stalls. Not all of us can afford the high rent downtown,” she replied.

“Well, these do look delicious…” you pondered. “Sure! I’ll take one for the road.”

She happily wrapped it up for you, and you went on your way to buy the cloth.

The cloth store had good prices, and you were weighed down by all your finds. By the time you made it back to the ship you were exhausted. You decided now was a good time to dive into that melon.

You enjoyed the fruit, it’s juicy pink interior reminded you of watermelons and kiwis. Feeling better, you helped load up the ship and made your way back into town to enjoy a meal and drinks with your crew at the local bar.

You bumped into Marco and decided to sit at the same table he was. “Find any good fruit like you wanted?” He asked.

“Yep!” You responded, deciding not to tell him you got it from a side street and not the main stalls. It’s not like anything had happened, right?

Midway through the meal, however, you started to feel… off. You felt feverish and your face heated up. Glancing across the table to Marco, seeing his toned chest and warm smile, your symptoms amped up. Suddenly you were turned on, and you had a desire lunge across the table and grab Marco then and there. You averted your eyes and tried to remain calm despite your heartbeat skyrocketing. What was happening?

“Hey, you okay over there?” Marco asked. He had noticed. Of course he had, being the ships doctor and all.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” You rushed out. “Just tired, been a long day and I’m just gonna head back to the ship to lay down.”

You rushed out of the bar and ran back towards the ship, cursing yourself for being so stupid. They’d definitely think something was wrong now. What had you eaten?

You finally made it to the ships deck, rushing towards your bunk, when you heard a flutter overhead, and heard the soft thud of Marco landing behind you.

“Hey, what was that?” Marco asked softly. “You just ran out of there…”

Damnit. The last guy you wanted to see. Or the first, maybe. “I already said I’m just tired…” you tried to sound convincing. You failed.

“Cut the crap. Something’s clearly wrong. I’m just trying to help,” Marco soothed. “Come with me to my office and I’ll take a look at you.”

You couldn’t fight it any longer, and the close proximity to him wasn’t helping. Reluctantly you followed him to his office.

“Take a seat,” Marco gestured to a plush couch sitting along one wall.

You sank into the couch, defeated, looking anywhere but at Marco. The stacks of paper on his desk, the filing cabinet drawer that wasn’t shut all the way, the soft fabric of the couch.

“Where did you buy that fruit today?” He began.

“Um, what makes you think it was that?” You tried deflecting.

“Where did you buy it?” He demanded.

“I went to get cloth, down this little alleyway,” you started.

“No,” Marco groaned.

“She said it was safe! That she just couldn’t afford to sell downtown…” you defended.

“And you believed her?!” Marco raised his voice slightly.

“I- I’m sorry, ok?” You whispered, shifting uncomfortably. “Can you just help me?”

Marco sighed, running his hand through his golden hair. “I’ll try. What did the fruit look like?”

“It was a small melon. Pink. Kinda tasted like watermelon and-”

“Kiwi?” he cut you off.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

He sighed again. “I’m familiar with it. Never eaten one myself, but it’s one I’ve read about before.”

“Oh! That’s a good thing then, right?” You perked up. “You must know the treatment.”

“Yeah, I know it. But you’re not going to like it,” he said cautiously. “This fruit is known as a lust fruit. It makes you lust for the one person your heart desires. The only way to fix it is to… have sex… with that person.”

“What?” You gasped. “What if you can’t… have sex… with them?”

“Well, masturbating can slap a bandaid on it, but ultimately, sex is the only fix.” He explained.

“Great,” you grumbled. You began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. How on earth were you supposed to pull off having sex with the first division commander of the whitebeard pirates?

“So, who is it?” Marco asked. “The one you’re lusting after?”

“Um, I’d rather not say…” you whined.

“How am I supposed to help you then?” Marco questioned.

“Fine, it’s… you.” Your voice was barely audible, but Marco heard you nonetheless.

He chuckled, and you wanted to slap him and ask what was so funny, but he gave you the answer before you could act.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” He asked. “That makes this easy.”

“It does?” You wondered how.

“Yeah. See, I like you, too. I just didn’t know if or when to say something about it. But I guess the time is now,” he said.

Your legs clenched together, and you felt yourself heating up even more. There was no way he just said that.

Suddenly, he was sitting down next to you, and he brought a hand up to cup your face and turn it to him. Your breath caught as you realized your face was only inches from his. “Let me help you,” he whispered.

“O-ok,” you whispered back.

That was the confirmation Marco needed. He brought your lips to his and kissed you hungrily. Your whole body lit up as the two of you finally connected. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and wordlessly lifted it off you. Your bra came next.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

He brought a hand up to caress your breast, kneading it gently in his big hand. You tossed your head back and let out a breathy moan. “Marco!”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Marco will take care of you,” he cooed. “I’ll make you all better, yeah?”

“Please!” You begged.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear. Once you were sufficiently naked, he pulled you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He spread your legs apart and took in the site of your body.

“Look at how wet you are, just dripping for me,” he hummed.

One hand danced along your skin, feather light touches setting your skin on fire. He brought his hand down to your core and ran his finger along your sopping slit. Picking up some of the wetness, he brought his finger back up to circle your clit, finally giving you what you wanted.

“Oh god, finally!” You moaned as your hips bucked up.

“Hold still, love,” he murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck. He continued to circle your clit, building you up up up towards a blissful high. He kissed softly along your neck finally you came, soft moans leaving your lips. “There you go, that was perfect.”

You felt calmer, but still had the effects of the fruit in you. He wasted no time and circled your clit again, this time dipping a finger into your warmth. He added a second one, and curled them to find your sweet spot. Your hips bucked again, and he used his free hand to grab your hips and hold you still.

“Ah, Marco!” You cried. “I’m close again.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “Doing so well for me.” Marco added a third finger and with just a few pumps in and out, you released, gushing fluids all over the couch.

He only paused for a moment before resuming, your body twitching from being overstimulated. “It’s too much,” you whined.

“Shh, just relax,” he soothed. “You want me to make you well again, don’t you?”

You could only nod as he picked up the pace. It didn’t take much to have you release a third time, and your whole body shook with the intensity. Finally, he stopped, allowing you to breathe.

“C-can we be done now?” You asked, voice shaky. You were too exhausted to tell if the effects of the fruit had worn off or not.

“Mh, almost,” Marco responded. “I did say sex was the fix, didn’t I?”

You groaned, feeling yourself clench as you realized what was next. He got up from the couch and pulled his clothes off quickly, tossing them haphazardly across the room. He strolled over to his desk and pulled out a silver wrapper. A condom. Once it was on, he sat back down and grabbed you to pull you into his lap, facing him.

“Need you to ride me, love,” he said. “Doctor’s orders.”

He grabbed his cock, the tip red and already leaking pre cum, and lined it up with your entrance. His other hand grabbed your hips and guided you down onto him, inching you down until he had bottomed out.

“Fuck,” you moaned, and bit your lip to keep quiet.

He grabbed your hips and bounced you up and down on his cock, giving you no time to adjust to his size.

“God, you’re tight,” he praised. “Taking me so well, following doctor’s orders, fuck you’re such a good girl.”

You felt another orgasm closing in, and tears started to form as you tried to ground yourself. You couldn’t even form coherent words, just moaning and babbling nonsense.

“I can feel you getting closer,” Marco groaned. “Go on and cum on my cock. Doctor’s orders.”

You did, gushing fluids out as you collapsed against him, unable to prop yourself up anymore. He took this opportunity to grind your hips down onto him, and he snapped his own hips upwards into you.

“One more, love, just one more,” he pleaded.

His thrusting faltered as he neared his own climax, and as he finished, you felt your body peak one last time. Everything stilled, and you felt a quiet come over you. No more effects from the fruit. Just peace.

Marco slid you up off of him and stood up, then laid you back down onto the couch. He grabbed a cloth and cleaned you up, then threw a blanket across you and made sure you were comfortable. He bent down to kiss your forehead.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he whispered. “You did so good, now get some rest, love. Doctor’s orders.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut #x reader #marco x reader smut #smut #marco the phoenix x reader #marco the phoenix #one piece fic

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sv5hive · 1 year ago

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too little, too late. | lh44

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

content warning(s): angst, swearing, lewis is a bit of a dick in this sorry, unhappy ending because i love being miserable 🫶🏻

word count: 1,763

note: thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my first work a few days ago!! i didn't expect all the love so it is very, very appreciated :) this is a bit long so get comfy! and i also listened to you're losing me by taylor swift while writing so... yeah.

(psst! part 2 is here!)

(masterlist!)

memories from the night you two met flashed through your mind as you stood alone in the dim kitchen. the hangover from the next morning meant most of the night was a blur of shots, flashing lights and sweaty bodies but those deep brown eyes and endearing smile remained sharply in focus.

you stared at the two cold plates of dinner abandoned on the table and a bottle of wine nearing the end.

where had it all gone wrong?

six years.

six years of supporting him through everything.

and you loved being with lewis no matter what. seeing him in his element while racing was just as exciting for you as it was for him. but when would it end? you couldn't keep your life on pause forever.

back in 2017 when you first started dating you discussed a life of peace. a life with a big family and a nice house in england where your children could grow up normally like the both of you did. and you weren't foolish. you would never truly have peace when you were in a relationship with lewis hamilton, the face of formula 1. but you were willing to give up any sense of normality if it meant you could be with the love of your life.

or so you thought.

years passed as you watched all your friends get engaged and married, settle down and start their own families. at every bachelorette party, wedding reception, baby shower, family event you would be asked the same questions.

"when is he going to pop the question? you two have to get married! i bet he's planning to do it soon."

and every time you would have the same response.

"oh we're just taking it slow. he's pretty busy with racing and we both agreed that it wouldn't be fair for him to be away so much."

and you really did believe that at first.

either you didn't notice the stares of pity or you ignored them to convince yourself that everything was ok. it was only when you brought up the idea of finally having kids that you started doubting yourself.

"hey, lew. i've been thinking."

"hmm, yeah? what about." he replied absentmindedly, still searching netflix for a good movie to watch.

you passed him the bowl of popcorn to hold while you got under the blanket.

"i was thinking that we're finally ready to start a family."

he stilled. that was the last thing he thought you would bring up.

"lewis?"

"i want a family too, you know that. but i can't retire without getting that eighth championship. we're almost there. besides, i don't wanna leave you at home with a kid and not be there for every step of the way."

both of you knew at the rate mercedes was going, lewis would need a miracle and a half to win another title against red bull and their rocket ship.

he avoided your eyes and clearly thought that was the end of the matter so you accepted that when he was ready he would tell you. right?

you tossed and turned that night, unable to get the way he brushed off the topic so coldly out of your head. did you imagine it? that flicker of hesitance on his face? a pit of uneasiness settled at the bottom of your stomach as you desperately tried to reason with yourself. no. everything is fine. you had already waited a few years. what was a couple more?

so you tucked away your dreams of a family into the back of your mind for the time being and just enjoyed your relationship with lewis. every date felt like the first and you never wanted your love to end.

"lewis...this is too much!" as you stared in awe at the lone table in the middle of a completely empty restaurant.

rose petals led you two all the way from the entrance to a table with a single rose stood in a vase in the centre as candles flickered softly.

"for you? never."

staring at him in the golden light, you couldn't help but blush at his romantic gesture. he was making up for being away during a triple header and you hated to admit it but you could get used to this.

racing. you smiled at the thought of seeing lewis race. it was like seeing an artist produce a masterpiece every time pencil hit paper. he truly was an incredible sight to see.

you were there for each of his championships since 2017. you witnessed the joy of 2020 and the heartbreak of 2021. you were there, celebrating each win with him and consoling him after each loss, every time. you had fallen in love with the sport you once had no knowledge of just as hard as you had fallen for lewis. you knew how much of a toll each season took on him and you were always going to be there to pick him back up. his world became yours as you met his team and soon enough you were a familiar sight in the mercedes garage.

wasn't seven world championships enough for him?

you would never ask him to give up his career for you. and he would never ask that of you. but after years of waiting for the next step you couldn't help but wonder whether he still wanted that with you.

he was more than an hour late now. both of your schedules had been almost completely full for the past few months and you thought it would be nice to catch up over homemade dinner.

apparently he didn't think the same.

you hadn't bothered calling or texting. he always turned his phone off while at work anyways. as you finished off the last mouthful of wine the jingle of keys and the door unlocking brought you back out of your thoughts.

heavy footsteps trudged through the hallway.

"hey baby, i didn't think you would be up- what's all this?"

"dinner. i've been waiting for two hours now." you turned away from the counter to face him.

"shit. i am so sorry. i just got so caught up at work. we've been trying to improve the car to-"

"-to beat red bull. i know. i know."

"i promise i'll make it up to you. what about dinner next week? at that chinese restaurant you really like?" he walked towards you and went to wrap his arms around you before you pushed him away.

"stop, lewis. just stop. i can't keep doing this." you couldn't look him in the eyes.

a pin drop could be heard as lewis' blood ran cold.

"what?"

the change in atmosphere almost made you wish you had never said anything. almost.

"i can't keep waiting on you, lewis. i'm sorry."

"i said i would make it up to you." the look of pure confusion on his face would be amusing if it weren't for the fact that you were on the verge of tears.

"it's not just about dinner, lewis."

"then what is it about?"

"everything. god, we've been together for eight years and we're not even engaged and nowhere near starting a family. we have nothing to show for it. i knew i would have to wait and i was fine with that but i just can't anymore. this isn't what i imagined for us."

"so what? you're just going to leave? you know how i feel about having kids."

"and i get that, i do. but are you even planning on retiring in the near future? we're not getting any younger and i've been ready for a while now. i just don't think our ideas of our future are the same anymore."

"am i just meant to drop everything for you then? give it all up?"

"fuck, of course not, lewis. i would never ask you to do that. never. but sometimes it feels like you choose your career over me. and i know what it takes to be in formula 1 to win, i know you need to give it your full focus. i just, i need you to choose me for once. choose us."

"no, you don't know what it takes because if you did, you wouldn't be doing this to me right now. in the middle of the season."

you blinked. once. twice. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"are you fucking kidding me, lewis? i'm ending our six year relationship and you're thinking of how it's going to effect your season?"

"yes! fuck, this is my whole life. it always has been and it always will be."

there it is. confirmation from the man himself. you stumbled on your words trying to convey your anger as your blood continuously boiled at his miserable attempt to fix his mess.

"have you ever even thought about how i've felt all these years? giving every excuse in the book to our families and friends about why we haven't taken the next step in our relationship and defending you when they said i was too good for you? you may get to avoid them by going to the races but i don't have that privilege."

your throat was dry at this point as you gasped for air and still, he was stood almost unbothered at the fact you were hopelessly clinging onto the last remaining threads of your relationship, willing him to fight back.

"so that's it? you're not going to stop me?"

tears pooled at your eyes as you realised this was really happening.

"well clearly you've thought this out pretty well."

you didn't know whether to laugh, cry or throw the empty bottle of wine at his head.

"you are fucking unbelievable, lewis. i thought this meant something to you but clearly not."

you stormed towards the door and opened it. you paused while silently hoping he would beg you to stay. hoping he would risk everything for you.

but it never came.

you wiped away your tears and tried to at least sound somewhat assertive despite your voice wavering.

"let me know when you're not at home and i'll come get my things."

you slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and walked away from the place and person you had called home for so long.

he sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. as he moved to get a beer out of the fridge his gaze fell on the calendar stuck to the front. there was a red heart around today's date with "anniversary!" written in your handwriting.

fuck.

note: yikes. i hope you aren't too sad because of me. any feedback is appreciated!! let me know what else you wanna see :)

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justmeinadaze · 2 months ago

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Rum is for Drinking Not for Burning (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warnings: Toxic Vampire Steddie X Toxic Plus size Fem Y/N (yup, you read that right. You're toxic just like them 😈), SMUT, all the dirty talk, p in v, light choking, degrading (whore, slut, etc)

ANGST, jealous Steddie AND jealous reader ;), there is a 5 year time jump. She helps them get victims. Mentions of their past torture but not in-depth like their previous chapters, cliffhanger ending (hella so) 😈. Um, mentions blood through out (they're vampires).

There is fluffy elements since they are celebrating their 5 years.

I can't wait for the next chapter. Its my favorite song by the band.

Word Count: 7642

Series Masterlist/ Donate To Me <3

"This captain goes down with the ship

All hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip

I shout the orders, "Shoot to kill"

(I'm dressed to thrill, I'm dressed to thrill)

And to the cannons roar

Their bodies dance ashore

A pirate's life for me

We won't come quietly."

“Hey, pretty girl.”, a man slurs your way as he practically crashes into the bar beside you with his body. “Do you wanna get outta here and—”

“Kit, stop.”, another boy sighs as he grabs the drunk man and shoves him towards his friends at a table in the corner. “I’m sorry. Please forgive my friend. He’s had way too much to drink and quite frankly—”

“Is an idiot?”, you cut him off with a soft giggle.

“Yeah.”, he laughs in return. “Again, I’m a…I’m sorry.”

“Y/N.”

The man glances down at your extended hand with nervous eyes before sighing out his jitters and shaking it.

“I’m Cary.”

“Cary?”, you smirk and gesture to the seat beside you, an invitation he accepts.

“Yeah, like Cary Grant or—”

“Cary Elwes? ‘As you wish.’”, you quote as his smile grows.

“Exactly! God, I love that movie. I dressed up like the Dread Pirate Roberts one year for Halloween.”

“That’s cute. Nothing hotter than a man coming to his true loves rescue.”

“I don’t mean this to be rude but…you don’t seem like the kind of woman that would…”

“…Watch Princess Bride?”, you finish for him after his hand absently gestures along your Dio band shirt and black cut to hell with holes at the knee jeans. “My, um, my ex took me to see it when it came out.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s ok. He was a fucking asshole but the movie was good.”, you reply nonchalantly and take a sip of the beverage in front of you.

“Did you steal his jacket as payback?”, Cary teases hoping to break any tension he may have caused. You grin as you tug on the leather around you that was two sizes too big.

“No, this belongs to my other ex. He was an even bigger asshole.” When you toss a wink his way, your hand absently runs along his thigh eliciting a little shudder to run through his body. “Our anniversary is coming up soon which is part of the reason I’m out here.”

“I’m so sorry. That must be hard.”

“Yeah…would have been 5 years…We ran away because my parents didn’t approve. Kind of been hiding out in different cities around Indiana but then… I don’t know what happened…”

“I know what that feels like. My ex and I were together for a while and then she fell in love with some other buff jock type guy. I moved out here to be with her and she just threw me away.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

The two of you spent the next hour talking about anything that came to mind and Cary was such a kind soul, making you laugh while paying for your drinks.

“No! I look like a dork when listen to metal. Like, look at me! I went to see Metallica and almost got beat up because they thought I was a cop.”

Cary snorts out a laugh as he chugs back the last of the liquid in his cup but as soon as he places the glass on the bar, your palms grab his cheeks to guide his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss that grew bolder as his hands slid down your back.

The man was abruptly pushed forward, breaking you two apart as he caught himself before taking you down with him.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, asshole! I could have hurt the lady!”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want that.”, the metalhead mumbled under his breath as he stalked out the entrance.

“Sorry about that. Are you ok?”

“I’m good.”, you giggle. “Hey, I have an idea! There’s a lake about three miles from here with this little secluded beach area. Do you, maybe, want to come check it out?”

When he enthusiastically nods, you grip his hand and yank him so hard towards the door he barely has time to throw down money for your drinks. As you exit however you both come face to face with that metalhead and one of his friends leaning against a car smoking a cigarette.

“Problem?”, you hiss as Cary’s eyes widen at your audacity.

“Do you want there to be one?”, the other man replies sarcastically as he blows smoke towards your face.

“Hey, now. There’s no reason to be rude.”

“There’s always a reason especially with brats like her. If you want my advice, buddy, I’d say run.”

“Well, I—”

“Come on, Cary, let’s just go.”, you beg in a sweet tone as you bat your eyes his way causing the metalhead to chuckle.

After leading you to his car, he opened the door to allow you entry before climbing in and following your directions to your next destination.

***

“Oh wow, this place is gorgeous.”, Cary breathes as he looks out towards the water.

“Isn’t it? I love the sound of the waves at night. Sometimes I’ll open my window and listen while I draw.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist.”

“Mhmm. I draw what I see and paint what I feel.”, you sigh as you place yourself on the trunk of his vehicle and he comes to stand between your legs.

Taking his palms in yours, you place them on your knees and he sighs as his fingers trace your skin before moving them further up your thighs.

“What was that?”, Cary asks as he twists his neck to look towards the sky.

“I didn’t hear anything.”, you whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It sounded like…wings…like when a bat flies.”

“Close but not quite there.”, the other men from the bar reply making the man in front of you jump as he turns his back to you to protect you.

“Gentlemen…come on now—”

“You really like pushing, don’t you, Y/N? What part of no kissing did you not understand?”

“Oh, I know, Eddie, but I like watching you get all riled up.”, you grin as the metalhead narrows his eyes.

“Wait…you guys know—know each other?”

“Five years tomorrow actually.”, Steve answers causing you to beam wide behind the boy before your foot connects with his lower back and you push him to the sand in front of them. “She likes this kind of bullshit…making us angry so we fuck her till she can’t move… It’s really infuriating that it works. You’re lucky you got this far, dude, because Eddie wanted to tear you apart in the bar.”

“Please…don’t…I’ll leave and pretend I didn’t see any of you—”

“Oh? Oh really?”, Eddie replies with a snarky tone. “Well, shit, Harrington, he’s convinced me. Go ahead, Cary. Get out of here.”

They both back away, standing shoulder to shoulder as the man shakily rises to his feet.

“Are you…serious…I…”

“Go on. Get out of here.”, he repeats making a shooing motion with his hand and after a few seconds the human boy bolts in the opposite direction taking no notice that the men behind him get down in a runner’s starting position. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Steven.”

“Doubt it, Munson.”

“3, 2, 1, GO!”, you shout, smirking when they move in a blur to catch the unlucky boy, silencing his screams as they feed.

###########

“Hey, freak.”, Eddie smirks as his feet scoot loudly along the carpet before he theatrically slams his body down onto the couch beside you making you giggle as he circles his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to his side. “What are you doing still awake?”

“Me and that guy—”

“The guy you kissed.”

“Hey now! I only did it cause I knew you were watching.”, you smile up at him and he playfully growls. “I like when you guys get all possessive. ANYWAY! We were talking about The Princess Bride and it made me want to watch it.”

“Oh yeah? The one your “ex” took you to.”, he jokes. “Why do you say that sometimes? That we broke up.”

“I learned sometimes it makes them feel bad for me or want to comfort me making them more likely to follow me out of the bar or where ever we meet the next person you two eat.”

Eddie grins and presses his lips to your forehead.

“We have had a terrible influence on you.”

As the two of you settle and continue to watch the movie, panic flows through you just as it had the first time they took you to see the movie when the man on screen is tortured.

“Let me—”

“No…No.”, he stops you as you reach for the remote. “It’s ok.”

“Really that's all this is except that instead of sucking water, I'm sucking life. I've just sucked one year of your life away. I might one day go as high as five, but I really don't know what that would do to you. So, let's just start with what we have. What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity so be honest. How do you feel?”

As Wesley cries, a tear leaves the metalhead’s eye as his lip quivers and he exhales.

“See? I’ve gotten better. Five years ago, I probably would have thrown the tv out the window.”

When he laughs, you can’t help but look up at him with sympathy.

They both had come a long way since the three of you left Hawkins to hide from your parents and the lab. After going over the videos and papers you stole, they allowed the anger to flow before finally letting go to focus on you. Throughout the years, they had gotten more comfortable being vulnerable with you intimately and answered any question you asked with as much honesty they felt comfortable conveying.

After learning about Vecna and all the pain they experienced even before changing, you inherited that anger as well. Eddie and especially Steve fought to protect the town and keep people safe and how were they rewarded?

With torture and pain.

No.

You knew then you would do anything you could to protect them and give them the happy life they deserved.

You were honestly surprised how easy it was to let go of that part of yourself; the humanity.

The first time you offered to help them kill someone so they could eat, it surprised them.

“Are you tired of being our meal, honey?”

“Of course not. I just…think it would be good for you, you know? Stretch your wings and stay sharp. Plus…it’d be like a fun roleplay.”, you tease as you bite your bottom lip and run your palm up Steve’s bare, hairy chest.

“Oh? So—what—you’re going to seduce men like a Siren? I don’t think you have it in you, sweetheart.”

You whine, pouting out your lips.

“I think you just don’t want me touching any other man.”

“You’re goddamn right, we don’t.”, Eddie growls at the notion, sighing as he turns his attention to his friend. “It’s up to you, man. At most it would allow for more time in-between so she can recoup.”

After that first time, all three of you felt more alive than you had been over the last 2 years. You couldn’t even wait to get home before you jumped them right in their victim’s house with blood still sticking to their clothes.

“Ahmagod…”, you whimper as you bounce roughly on Steve’s cock as his head leans against the back of the couch and his hands bruise into your hips.

Blood was still clinging to his chin as he wickedly smirked up at your scrunched features while Eddie continued to feed on the floor just a few feet away.

“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you, baby? Fuck, we’ve never—mmph—seen you be such a flirty little slut before.”

“D-Did you like it?”

One of his fangs graze his bottom lip as he lightly bites it and his fingers tangle in your hair to bring you closer so your mouth hovered just above his.

“I wanted to throw you over the counter and fuck you in front of everyone. S-Show everyone you’re OUR slut.”

You kept on the move with them, every year moving to a new place, hoping to not be found by your parents or lab. They were always listening and watching, making sure you guys were safe. The closest they ever got was four years ago when Eddie shook you awake at 8 am in your shared home about two hours outside of Hawkins.

Steve’s black eyes stared ahead as his head remained tilted, absorbing the sounds of every step and walkie notification of the security guards that were circling the area while the metalhead handed you your backpack of art supplies and some clothes they always had prepared for you just in case.

“What about the sun?”, you whisper as you glance towards the minimal glow peeking through the curtain.

Like a wolf, Eddie growled towards the window at the light until the former jock silently pointed that way.

It was the only way out.

Glass shattered in the kitchen as they began breaching the house and the long-hair boy circled you in his arms before they both exploded out the bedroom window, startling a couple of guards to the floor as they hastily shot out straight trying to fly low to avoid the sun.

After twenty minutes, Eddie began to struggle first before tumbling to a grassy field with Steve stumbling behind. Trying to help, you throw his arm over your shoulder as the pretty boy does the same gesturing towards a barn they had seen from the sky.

“Hey! You need to get outta here or else—”

The man barely finished his sentence before they both lightly roared and tackled him to the ground to feed from his neck. While they ate, you ran around trying to find something to cover them till night fall, finding a tarp and throwing it over them.

They both became silent but you could tell they were alive as the make shift blanket rose and fell in two different places. As the sun finally started to set, Eddie’s low, gravelly tone was the first thing you heard.

“Well, this…feels familiar…This is much…much more comfortable than…the boat.”

Carefully removing their cover, you sank to your knees to check them over and after finding their burns now gone you finally allowed yourself to break.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, baby, we’re…we’re alright…”, he continued to pant as he held you to him while you cried.

Things had been relatively quiet as of late and for that you were thankful.

“Come on, freak, you need to sleep because tonight, Steve and I have a surprise for you.”, he teases playfully as he lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your bedroom as your giggles echo through the hall.

***

“Babe! Let’s get a move on!”

“Okay, Mr. Grumpy, good lord.”, you jest as you come around the corner adjusting your dress they had bought you.

You had no idea where they were taking you but the way the black silky garment clung to your plump curves made you feel like Morticia Addams as it flowed down to your ankles. The slit on the sides up to your hip allowed for more mobility, however, while your matching black converse allowed for comfort.

“Wooooow.”, you beam as you take in their matching slacks and button up shirts with a black vest that hugged their chest deliciously. While Eddie’s shirt was a dark red, Steve’s was black and he jokingly bowed after reaching for a top hat that was resting on the end table near the couch. “Are you taking me on a date to the 1800s for our anniversary?”

“No, but we know a freak like you is going to love it.”, Eddie grins as he puts on his velvet trench coat jacket that had your eyes hungerly taking him in. “Fuck, Stevie, look at her. That dress was gorgeous on the mannequin but goddamn does it look sexier on you.”

“Thank you. I seriously love it but it shows a lot of skin. I hope that’s ok.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Don’t act like you to aren’t the jealous type.”, you joke, smiling wide when the metalhead stalks towards you till his face hovered just above yours.

“Are you anticipating anyone else touching you besides us?”

“No but what if some asshole gets ideas? Slides his hand…” While you spoke, you took Eddie’s ring laced palm and glide it along your thigh to your panty covered behind. “…up my dress to cop a feel?”

Smirking down at you, he lightly kisses your lips before whispering, “Close your eyes.” After doing what he asks, you feel something plastic touch the top half of your head over your eyes followed by his cologne along his neck as he leans forward to secure it with a tight pull.

“Then we’ll break his hands and shove them down his throat.”, he murmurs, his mouth gently caressing the shell of your ear. “This beautiful, sexy ass is ours.”

“And these handsome men are mine?”

Taking a hold of your wrist, Eddie carefully maneuvers you somewhere before you feel his arms circle around you and his chin rest on your shoulder.

“Open.” When you do, the first thing you see is Steve softly smiling with a black masquerade style mask covering his eyes leaning against the full body mirror you guys have in the living room. Your gaze shifts towards your reflection taking note of your own mask Eddie had tied to your head. “You’re not that shy, little girl anymore. You say that with more confidence.”

“You’re mine.”

“Louder.”

Tightening your jaw, you blink as you exhale everything you had been through and inhale all the love you have for these men.

“Steve and Eddie are mine.”

They both grin wide as the long-haired man kisses the base of your neck and grabs his own mask after pulling up his hair.

“Yeah, we are.”

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The music was so loud, you could hear it from the sky even before Steve glided you both carefully to your feet. About halfway to your destination, they commanded again you close your eyes which you usually did anyway when they flew with you.

“Alright, sweetheart.”, the metalhead said as you heard him land beside you. “Open your eyes.”

When you obey, your wide irises take in the street just behind them as people dressed similarly to you three dance and shout with large cups of alcohol in their hands.

“Where are we?”

“Amsterdam. They have these festivals in the street near the end of the year and we thought you’d enjoy it. Plus…” When Steve paused, he allowed his fangs to poke out and smiled at a couple that walk by who laughed as they kept on going. “…we can be ourselves and no one bats an eye.”

“What do you say, freak? Wanna dance?”, Eddie teases as he extends his hand out to you which you eagerly take.

You had never experienced anything in your life like this and you were so thankful to be able to with the two men you loved. As you walked around the area, people offered you drinks and food that tasted better than anything you had ever had. The music was lively and you loved fast dancing with Eddie or slowly with Steve.

The art you passed was exceptionally beautiful and you constantly pulled them to any booth you saw pointing out things you found interesting within every painting or sculpture. About half way through, the streets parted to allow for a little parade to pass through and you beamed at all the floats as you leaned against the pretty boy’s chest.

More than anything though your favorite part of the whole evening was watching both men finally be able to let go and live. Since their return from the “upside down” as they called it, they had been on edge. Eddie died and Steve was hurt yet they came back to torture. Even after beginning a relationship with you and allowing themselves to be more free, they were always preparing for someone to hurt them or take them back to that hell your parents created.

Now that you were on the run, it wasn’t just themselves they needed to watch out for but you to. You told them constantly they didn’t need to carry all that burden and you could help but they just shook their heads knowing there was only so much you could do.

You couldn’t hear from far away distances like could or fly. You didn’t have amazing strength or speed that had you covering a long distance in under a second. You did have one advantage and you did your job willingly, going out just before the sun set to get any supplies you or they may need.

As they laughed and joked around, you saw glimpses of the men they were and you loved that. You loved who they were now with your entire heart but even you knew at times they missed their humanity.

“This was so much fun. Thank you so much for bringing me here.”, you smile as you lean over to kiss their lips.

“You’re welcome. We wanted to do something special for the 5-year-anniversary, you know?”

“And we aren’t done.”, Eddie sinisterly grins as he circles one of his arms around you and they both back into a dark alley before flying up into the sky and commanding once more you cover your eyes.

***

“Ok, baby, for the final time I swear, open your eyes.”

This time when you do, you can’t help but gasp as you’re met with the perfect view of Paris out of the window he placed you in front of.

“We brought some of your art stuff if you wanted to paint or draw what you see. We actually did some scouting to find a hotel that had the Eiffel Tower lit up from top to bottom where you could see everything.”

Steve and Eddie exchange a glance when your head hangs.

“Is it a bad view? Shit. It was between here and another hotel and…I should have listened to Munson. He thought you’d like the other angle better—”

“No, no, baby, this is perfect. This whole evening had been perfect. I just… I feel bad… What I got you two isn’t anywhere near as amazing as all this.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie coos as he comes around to give you a hug. “Well, now I’m dying to know what you got.”

Rolling your eyes, you grin as you grab your bag they had set on the counter and they take off their coats tossing them to the side as they take a seat.

Placing yourself in front of them, you hand them each a black box that they excitedly take from you and open to display the silver bracelets within. Along the silver plate was an engraving of the pink rose they had always left you when you were living at home.

“I know it’s not much but…”

Again, they glance towards each other before the metalhead suddenly bounces to his feet and disappears into the bedroom, returning with a bag of his own.

After handing it to you, you sit beside them and dig in as both men absently connect the chain around their wrists. Within the bag was a small grey box and your breath caught in your throat when you opened it to find a silver band with green etching along the sides that looked like vines leading up to the pink little diamond on top.

“Great minds think alike.”, Steve relays, gently petting the hair behind your head. “We love these, honey, thank you.”

As you slide your new ring onto your finger, Eddie grabs your palm, giving you pause as he takes it and places it on your other hand.

“This should be on your left.”

“That’s only when you’re married.”

“Would you not want to marry us?”, the metalhead asks a bit forcefully startling you.

“I-I-I didn’t say that. I just…” Your eyes flit between them as they stare at you waiting for an answer. “I still think about what you said to me... ‘What? did you think we’d run of into the sunset, get married, and have babies who snack on their pathetic mother?’”

Steve sighs as Eddie’s irises shift off to the side.

“Y/N…we—”

“You’ve never apologized for that. You’ve never apologized for how you treated me back then. What if I had said that to you?”

“Pfft, please, you don’t have the balls.”, the metalhead huffs as he rolls his eyes.

Clenching your jaw, you rise to your feet.

“Oh? What would make you think I’d want to marry and have kids with assholes like you?” Both men chuckle at your attempt so you continue. “Hell, may as well fuck your next meal so I can finally have some satisfaction. Someone who is actually better than my vibrator.”

They continue to smirk but even you can tell they were starting to get annoyed.

“I can have my own untapped resource… a man who would touch me everywhere till I come undone…”, you murmur salaciously as you smile yourself. “Fuck…fucking someone who really lets go and fucks me so hard I can’t talk…can’t breathe…”

The pads of your fingers graze their shoulders and along Steve’s chest as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind as you tilt forward to murmur in his ear.

“That last guy had really soft lips. I bet he could have made me cum so hard with them in my pussy.”

Even as the former jock remains silent, staring forward, you hear the subtle growl that vibrates withing his chest making you grin as you bit your lip before Eddie suddenly stands to face you.

Anger emits from him but almost all too casually disappears as he smiles and laughs even grabbing his stomach to try to contain it.

“Oh my God, baby. I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh but…I just think it’s so….so cute you think we’re the only ones who get jealous. I mean if you want to go down that route we absolutely can. Hey, Harrington, do you remember that pretty blond at the bar last night? The one who let me borrow her lighter?”

Blinking, your head tilts as you mentally run through everyone that had been in the building. You had only clocked the men since they were your targets but to be fair you hadn’t even realized Eddie was inside till he pushed the boy in front of you and stomped out the door.

You never even thought about what they were doing while you were hunting; you just knew they were somewhere close watching.

“The one with that sexy pink dress I complimented? Fuck yeah, man. She was extremely beautiful.”

“Maybe we can leave Y/N at home occasionally and hunt for food on our own. That way after those nights she fucks some guy, the next night…”, the metalhead pauses as his eyes lock with yours. “…we can fuck our own girl.”

You didn’t think you were capable of growling at all and especially not like them but the sound that left your lips was fairly close.

“Uh oh. Is little girl jealous?”, he teases mockingly. “No, sweetheart, it’s absolutely fine. You can have men like that asshole last night eat your pussy and fuck you till you can’t breathe and we’ll have another gorgeous woman ride our dicks till we cum. Thanks to you we know now that we can’t people pregnant so we could just fill her up till—”

Eddie was prepared for anything but he definitely didn’t expect you to reach for the lamp on the end table and toss it his way. After hearing it shatter against the wall behind him, Steve rose to his feet as they both glared towards you.

“You’re mine.”

The menacing drop in your tone had their cocks pushing almost painfully against their pants.

“You threw something at me.”, the long-haired boy hissed as he slowly stalked towards you.

“And I’ll do even worse if you ever touch or fuck someone else.”

“Oh yeah? What will you do?”

“I’ll fucking tear her apart.”

“Please, little girl.”, Steve spat. “You don’t have it in you.”

You run towards the kitchen area but as soon as you grab the knife nestled in its block, that familiar whoosh fills your ears and you feel a hand wrap around your wrist as Eddie pushes you against the counter.

“I told you, Y/N, you can play that game but we play it better. If you want to open your legs like the slut you are and have someone else’s dick instead you, be my guest. But after we kill him and punish you…” Your eyes remain locked on each other’s as he bends your wrist slightly forcing the weapon to fall from your grasp. “…we’ll go fuck some random piece of ass while you watch tied to a fucking chair so you can’t do fucking anything about it.”

“You can tie me to a chair and fuck some whore all goddamn night but as soon as you let me go…” You try to fight against his hold but he effortlessly clings to you, moving one of his palms to grasp your throat. “I’ll cut her to pieces without batting an eye.”

When you stop pushing back, he releases you as the hand around you glides to the back of your neck and his forehead falls to yours.

“You’re mine and I love you both, Eddie. You and Steve.” As you turn to glance at the other boy who placed himself beside you both, the metalheads lips traced down the side of your neck.

“Do you think anyone will ever fuck you better than us?”, the pretty boy asks and you immediately shake your head. You feel Eddie’s hand effortlessly maneuver between the slit in your dress and through the cotton blocking your core making you moan as two of his fingers swipe through your pussy lips. “That’s right, little girl, because even our fingers are better than some fuckers dick, right?”

You loudly mewl as he guides them inside of you pumping them at a slow pace as his mouth sucks on that specific sweet point on your neck.

“Yes.”

“Good.”, Steve coos as his lips kiss your cheek. “Because no pussy feels as good and tight as yours, honey.” At his words, his own long fingers join his friends and you groan at the stretch as your jaw goes slack. “You got it, baby. You can take it.”, he pants out as his mouth attaches to the other side of your throat.

Both men worked like that in tandem as their fingers thrust into you.

“Fuck…and that smell…”

You giggle at Eddie’s comment as your hands tangle in their hair. He had mentioned “that smell” multiple times since they saved you from your parents as he desperately tried to get Steve to understand how amazing it was. It made you self-conscious at first until you realized it not only wasn’t a bad thing but it drove him insane.

“Come on, Steven.”, Eddie pleaded through his black eyes as he paused his assault on your clit after you had cum again for what felt like the millionth time. “Tell me you smell that.”

“I told you, Munson, I do but just not as strongly as you. It does smell intoxicating.”, he smiled from his place beside you as your face tried to nuzzle into his chest.

“UGH! It’s more than that! Fuck! It’s like a fucking pheromone or something!”

“And I’m agreeing! Why are you so intense about this?”

“Because I need someone to be as crazy about this as I am! Jesus!”

The former jock couldn’t help but laugh harder as he fell flat beside and delicately hugged your head to his as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“Cum, baby. Cum on our fingers.”

At Steve’s insistence, you pressed your forehead against the metalhead’s shoulder as you panted heavily and the coil snapped.

It was almost effortless at this point and you now welcomed it when their eyes blackened before Eddie lifted you over his shoulder.

“HEY! She’s not just yours!”

“She threw a lamp at me. I’m fucking her first and anyway I fucking want to.”

You bite your bottom lip as their possessiveness over you during intimacy reared it’s beautiful, sexy head. Steve tackled Eddie, catching you before you hit the floor and spinning around with you in his arms to press you against the wall in the living area.

His friend growled making Steve chuckle as his wings expanded blocking the long-haired boy from reaching you. Moving quickly, you unbuckled his belt, pushed down his pants, and pulled off your underwear to throw over his shoulder for good measure.

“I hate you both.”, Eddie grunts in annoyance causing your smiles to grow as you wrap your arms around the former jocks neck and he lifts your leg around his waist as he guides his cock into your entrance.

“Say it again.”, he whispers in your ear as he sets a firm pace and pounds roughly into you.

“S-Say what?”

“Mmmph—fuck—all of it.”

It takes you a moment but when you finally understand what he wants your lips lightly kiss his and you cling to him tighter.

“You’re mine, Steve. No one can—oh my—touch you or have you because I’ll fucking kill them.”

“You will, baby?”

“Of course and I-I-I don’t…” As you tried to continue, he had begun hastening his rhythm as his cock repeatedly hit that spongy spot inside that had you losing all rational thought and the English language.

“Don’t what, Y/N?”

Steve growled as his wings receded and without missing a beat Eddie slid to your side as the other boy panted against your skin.

“Answer him, little girl, you don’t what?” You did answer but it was barely audible. “LOUDER, Y/N!!”

“I don’t want anyone else!! Fuck, Steve, M’gonna cum.”

Grasping your other thigh, he fully lifted you off your feet and pressed your back against the wall as you tried to roll your hips to match his pace.

Your pussy quivered around him as you came, grunting in pleasure at the feeling and with a few more sloppy pumps he thrust his seed inside of your cunt.

“G-Good…There was…no woman…in a pink dress….by the way.”, he exhaled as he tried to catch his breath. “We lied.”

When he tried to place you back down, your jelly legs betrayed you but Eddie gracefully caught you and carried you to the bedroom.

“We don’t really notice any other women besides you, sweetheart.”

After tossing you on to the mattress, you smile as you rebound and crawl to him, yanking off his belt and undoing his pants. You start to remove your dress but his hands over yours stop you.

“No, keep it on. It genuinely does look fucking sexy on you.”

Kissing his lips, you undo his shirt as you trail soft pecks down his chest, arching your back with your ass in the air as you take his cock in your palm and circle your mouth around him.

“I won’t lie about the fact that—shit—it was fucking hot seeing y-you get jealous.”, he teases as he lifts your hair so he can watch you. “Now I know why y-you’re such a little fucking brat…always pushing…” Holding you still, Eddie thrusts his hips relishing in your gags as you throat constricts around him. “Ugggggh fuck!”

Pushing you back, he crawls between your legs and while resting on his knees, lifts them open wide.

“Give me your hand, Y/N…that’s it. Here, hold your pussy open for me.”, the metalhead commands as he presses your hand between you both. Utilizing your fingers, you spread them in a V and his black irises glimmer with need as his tongue runs along his bottom lip. “That’s our girl. Fuck, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby.”

Gripping his shaft, he guides his length into your core as your eyes flutter closed.

“No, hey, no, no. Look at me.”

You try to do what he wants as he slowly pumps his cock in and out, making you whine when he fully removes himself before pushing back in. When you don’t succeed, Eddie curls his body over yours, looping his hand behind your head as he rolls his waist allowing him to press himself deeper into you.

“I said look at me, little girl. Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” You finally do as the tears start to flow. “Atta girl. Fuck, you feel so good. This pussy is ours, right?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good and this cock, sweetheart…”, he whispers as his head falls beside yours. “This cock deep inside your tight little cunt, stretching—mmm—stretching you out and making you feel so good… this cock that I want you to drench in your cum, baby…is yours…”

As his rhythm picks up, you feel a second breath warm your opposite ear.

“We love you, Y/N, and my cock only belongs to you to.”, Steve murmurs as he softly kisses your cheek. “No one has ever made me cum as hard as you, honey. You’re my girl to and I don’t want anyone else.”

“Neither do I.”, the other boy added. “Cum, Y/N.” He covers your mouth while you scream as the ball in your stomach drops and he moans in pleasure before you feel him shutter as his spend paints your walls.

“I…I love…I love you to.”, you pant causing everyone to giggle including you.

After catching your breath, they lift you into their arms and place you into the tub filled with warm water. While the pretty boy cleans you, Eddie’s eyes scan over you, taking in your soft features as you marvel at the bathroom around you and take in all the little details.

“I’m sorry.”, he blurts out and your eyebrow raises in genuine confusion his way. “You said we’ve never apologized and you’re right. We did for making you feel like we didn’t care but everything else… I know I’m—we—aren’t perfect but…I do wish we could marry you. I don’t know about children…not because of you or anything but you know with us being on the run and not being human…”

“I’m sorry to.”, Steve adds sullenly as you turn to focus on him. “I…I never thought you were pathetic and I’m sorry for calling you that. I wish we could marry you to. This would definitely be the engagement ring we’d buy for sure.”, he smiled as he took your hand and his thumb grazed the material. “I hope you keep this on the left like that. It’s kind of a symbol that like…if we would we could.”

“Thank you for apologizing. That means so much to me. I, um, I need to get you guys some rings to then.”

“Yeah, baby, if you want to.”

For the rest of the evening, you three laid in the living area after Eddie lit the fire place and talked while they watched you sketch through the window. As the sun began to rise, you closed the curtain and fell asleep in their arms, content with your life and surprised at how happy you were.

But it could never be that easy…

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“Alright, now that we’re home, you need to paint what you drew!”, Steve insisted. “I want to see how Paris made you feel.”

“Ah, so that’s where you were.”, a familiar voice responded from your living room as you three had entered your apartment back home. “Please come in and have a seat.”

Before they could do anything about it, a gun clicked and was pointed your way eliciting a low but angry growl from them both.

“Hey honey.”

“Dad.”

“Sit, sit.”, he ushers in a light voice even as he says, “This gun has some particular bullets that we actually believe would hurt you both, boys, so don’t even think about hurting me or running.”

“Oh yeah? What’s in it?”

“Venom from the bats that bit you and some other things from ‘the upside down’ as you called it. Over the last five years we’ve had some people making trips there and while the world is more or less dead, the bats we’ve experimented on did hold some promise. We figured since their bites didn’t heal on your skin, maybe they can do some damage.”

“You’ve been going back in there?”, Eddie spat. “You guys are fucking insane.”

“Said the people who have been going on a murder spree across the state. Yeah, we know about that. Took us a while though since the bodies didn’t turn up till recently.”

Nobody speaks as you continue to stand causing your father to shrug as he reaches on the coffee table and produces one of your sketchbooks.

“While I waited for you three to come home, I did some reading. Your work has improved, Y/N.”, he praises as he flashes you the picture you had drawn of Eddie at the computer on one of the nights he was watching the files you had stolen for him. “These were my favorite though.” Again, he turns the book to show Steve wincing in pain as a cattle prod shocked him.

“It’s how I processed what they went through.”, you mumbled.

“Hm, you make it sound like you were the one there being hurt.”

“You and mom tortured the men I love. It DOES hurt.”, you hiss with more confidence as his eyes narrow your way before they flick towards both men who while the metalhead glared at him, the other boy was staring into the void. “Oh, you can listen all you want, it’s just me here.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m here to make a deal.”

“Fuck you.”

“Mr. Munson, you haven’t heard the offer.”, your dad scolds as he sighs and stands. “I will let you and Mr. Harrington go if Y/N comes with me.”

“No way in hell.”, Steve growls as they push you behind them.

“We are in hell, Mr. Harrington. My only child is running around with murders and monsters and would rather be with them than safe at home.”

“Don’t pretend like you care.”, you respond as you step forward. “I know you were watching me on camera when I came back home and I know you wanted to study me even then.”

You’re not wrong, Y/N. The moment he bit you, you were marked but I’m giving you this chance. Come with me willingly and we can make all this go away.”

“And them?”, you ask as you point behind you.

“They’d be free. We’re only asking for you…a chance to live your life without always looking over your shoulder. To be with someone you can grow old with, have a family, and be happy! That’s all any parent wants for their child.”

“And you? What do you want for me?” You laugh as you shake your head. “That may be what any parent wants for their kid but you’re not any parent are you? You torture people and are perfectly fine with torturing me to get answers.”

“Your mother is going to be so disappointed.”

As your father sighs and slightly turns his head, you vaguely see the glint of the earpiece that was so small anyone who didn’t know what it was or had seen it before would miss it.

They weren’t chatting on a walkie…that had failed before…maybe they were using something else…morse code that could fade into the background of street noise…they’d never pick it up.

“STEVE!”

As you shout the door busts open and fog quickly fills the room. You cough and close your eyes but as you start to fall to the ground, hands grip your waist as your held tightly and pushed towards the window. Knowing his friend had you, Eddie had already begun to fly off as Steve lagged behind.

Gun shots began to ring out as he ducked and spun out of the way.

“Where are we going, Ed?!”

The metalhead didn’t respond as the continued to fly straight but as lights came into view, you realized you were back in Paris. They landed on the roof and placed you on your feet.

“Fucking asshole!! I’m going to fucking kill him!”

“Kill him later, Munson. We need a place to stay so we can regroup. Is the room of the hotel still--?”

“We’d need to buy another night.”

“Eddie?”

“Hang on, baby.”, Steve interrupts as they both angerly pace. “Ok, we can do that and—”

“Harrington, we booked this room a month in advanced. You think they just have a room ready…”

“Eddie??”

“Sweetheart! Hang the fuck on. Shit and any money we have is back at that apartment.”

“That’s not a big deal. We can always steal more.”

“I fucking hate doing it…though because…wait a minute…Steve, do you smell that?”, the long-haired boy asks as he sniffs the air and the other boy follows suit.

“That I DO smell. It smells like…” As they turn to face you, a tear falls down your eye as your bottom lip trembles and your hand extends out towards them to display your fingertips that are stained red. “…blood.”

“I think…I think something’s wrong…”, you hiccup and as you hang your head their wide eyes follow to see your shirt now damp with the same color on your hand near your abdomen.

“Baby?”

As you look their way again, your eyes flutter as you start to collapse before Eddie catches you and they follow you down to the ground.

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