holy diver.
premise: eddie puts those cute panties you gave him to good use.
pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: eighteen+ content, masturbation, virgin!eddie, flashbacks to previous sexual escapades (oral), mentions of fucking, swallowing, literally heâs just jerkin it with readers panties.
etc: this is a part of heavy metal love, but you could read this as a stand alone/without reading the series and it be completely fine. literally no one asked for this but iâm a whore so.
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Eddie wouldnât consider himself an overtly affectionate person.
Wouldn't say he was raised to feen off of affections, or need them for general survival. Heâs sure some people wouldâdoâlook at his chaotic behvaior and lack-of-giving-a-fuck as someone who didnât get hugged enough as a child. Which is laughable and probably one of the more generously nice rumours that heâs confident is going around about him.
You donât get labeled as the âTown Freakâ without the many assumptions and assessments on your character being anything but generous.
No one would go out of their way to label him as the most overtly friendly, or approachable, therefore affectionate would never be tied onto his many labels.
And yet each time he's around you he feels a buzzing in the tips of his fingertips to reach out and touch you. To move stray hairs out of your face, let his fingers linger on the soft skin of your cheek; to move it down to your neck, run his thumb along the dip in your collarbone, to go lowerâas low as youâll let him, whether that stops at your chest or between your legs.
He figured theseâfeelings of affectionâhad only surfaced from having your mouth on him. That it was just his biological hormones getting the best of him. Would be perfectly natural in the grand scheme of things, had spent plenty of nights alone watching the few dirty movies heâd snagged from the Family Video. Had let his eyes linger a little too long on legs, asses, tits.
Wanting to fuck and be fucked was nothing new to him.
But affection was.
You were.
Of course he had remembered you from school. From the many times he caught you walking past in the halls, the few classes you had together but never looked his way. From being partnered together in Bilology, how you had looked less than thrilled to even be there let alone partnered with himâand of course, like the fucking clichĂ© he had to be; he found you just as beautiful as the rest of Hawkins High did.
Maybe that's where the affection started.
As he watched the way you chewed on your pencap, the way your glossed lips wrapped around the blue cap, your tongue peaking out every now and then; how your eyes would meet, you catching him staring and you never scowled, scolded, just stared back at him for a beat then went back to looking down at the lab in front of you.
Or when he would try to make conversation with you, try to lighten the mood, do anything but sit in silence. Going into grave detail about Corroded Coffin, air guitaring one of his riffs, dropping some cheesy jokes just to see you smile.
âWhat would you call an acid with an attitude? A mean-o-acid,â thereâs a long pause after heâs said the punchline, brows raised as he tries to rack his brain to remember if thatâs how he heard it. âI think.â
âDid you pass Chemistry, Munson?â
âBarely.â
âBiology isnât looking too good either is it?â You had said, covered your smile up with that bitchy humor you seemed to excel in. That seemed to only make him that much more attracted to you. So everyday he had tried to rack his brain for something stupid he could say that always got the same reaction out of you. Until one day you actually laughed. Had let it slip out, and as much as Eddie wanted to clap his hands and jump on top of the lab table in victory; he knew doing so would make your smile slip and put that crown right back in place.
So maybe thatâs where it all started. Not the night he let you slide into his van and grace him with your presence. Showing him a side of you he was sure not many had seen, or would ever see.
And when the two of you had kissedâa kiss that hadnât been his first but was enough to knock him down a peg, onto his ass and think âfuck, she really is perfect.â
When your hands had went for his belt he swore he felt his stomach in his ass. A shot of nervous adrenaline he only feels from new campaigns, or when heâs on stage playing with his band. He had half a mind to say no, knew that even his inebriated mind could tell this might not have been the best of ideas. Not in this high state of mind, and definitely not from the princess of Hawkins.
A punch to the gut from her lover boy was surely going to come tomorrow morning when he showed up roided out and angry on his doorstep.
But your eyes looking up at him, the way your lips looked so plump and red from his, how pretty you looked between his legs, how hard he was; heâd be a fucking idiot to say no.
He thought he knew the best pleasures in life already: playing DnD, rocking out to Dio, performing with the band, a six pack and a good smoke.
Then your tongue had pressed to the tip of his cock and he swore he forgot all about them, this was the only pleasure he knew. How warm and wet your mouth felt, your little moans youâd let out that sent a vibration from the base of his cock up that he could get addicted to feeling. Your eyes looking up at him as you swallowed him down; he was fucked.
And as he lays in the dark of his room, one of the street lights that linger around the trailer park filtering the tiniest bit of orange glow into the room; the soft cotton of the panties you had dropped into his lap as you left his van the other night, gripped in his hand. His cock swells in his jeans.
You had tasted so good on his tongue.
A deep groan echoes throughout the room as he runs the heel of his hand against the outline of his cock. Hips stuttering up, lips parted and releasing the weakest of breaths and gasps as he remembers your taste; how your fingers had tugged his hair, how beautiful you looked when he let his eyes drift up, how you looked on the brink of crying from how good you feltâfrom how good he was making you feel.
You sounded so fucking pretty moaning, saying his name.
All things he could feel himself needing more of, wanting more of to the point where he couldnât get through a day without getting hard at the thought of you, or feeling that buzz of affection to simply just see you.
He lets out a long sigh as he undoes his belt, pushes his jeans down to his ankles. Wraps a palm around his cock, a shudder going through him as his thumb moves along the head to gather the precome leaking there. Spreading it down his shaft with the few light strokes he gives himself.
If someone had told him three years ago that he would have the princess of Hawkins in the back of his van smoking with himâfilling her throat, swallowing down his comeâhe would have flipped them the bird.
But this seemed to be some fucking fever dream heâd stepped into. Some mystic land like Mordor; a fantasy world, and he was living in it. Loving it, a little too much.
âShit,â he grunts, rolls his wrist at his tip.
After tasting you, feeling your pussy on his tongue, lapping at your wetness, swallowing down your sweet taste; he wanted to feel more, wanted to feel that same wetness on his cock. That tightness he had felt when he pushed his fingers inside of you.
Would you grip him just as tight? Even tighter?
Could he make you come on his cock and have you moaning his name all pretty and panting like you had when his mouth was on you?
His hips are pushing up into his fist, his head hitting the back of the pillow, eyes closed, gasps leaving his parted lips as he thinks about it. As he presses your panties against the length of his cock, the soft cotton incomparable to what your pussy probably feels like. But fuck itâll have to do.
The thought of having you laid out for him, his mouth and fingers leaving bruises and bites along your soft skin, the way youâd push your body up to his. Sends his mind into a tailspin.
He could just pull your panties to the side and run his cock through your wetness. Knows youâd cling to him, dig your nails into his arms, his back, his hair; knows he could just slip the head inâŠjust the tip of his cockâŠso slow inside of you.
âAhh,â Eddie sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his pathetically needy groans.
He knows thereâs no going back after that. Once heâs inside of you, once heâs taken you like that. How could he ever get enough of that? He couldnât.
Youâre fucking perfect on the outside and youâd be just as perfect on the inside. Addicting. Making him simmer with affection that heâs never felt before, but always labeled as shitty and irrelevant to himself.
But now he needed it. Needed to see you. To touch you. To taste you. To watch your fingers play with your pussy, wonders if youâll let him watch you come if he asks. Wants to see your body wither and reach out for him.
Would you want to watch him? Like this? His hand, your panties, wrapped around his cock as he fucks into his fist. As his stomach tightens and contracts the closer he gets, the more he thinks about you. Always you.
Fucking you. Wanting you. Adoring you.
Eddie canât help himself when the tiny bow on your panties catches on the underside of his tip, your name falling from his lips like a plea, a cry into the night for you to answerâwith your mouth, your pussy, whatever youâll let him touch, have, heâll take all of you like a starved dog. Happily.
His cock is so hard, throbbing, painful in its need.
Just a few more strokes, a few more images of you on top of himânails digging into his chest as you ride him, as your beautiful tits bounce in his face, as his hands grip your hips, your beautiful lips parted and moaning his name as you come around him, as you grip his cock so good, so tight that heâs coming tooâhas Eddie tensing, stomach muscles constricting as his mouth hangs open in a loud gasp of air that sounds a lot like your name, as he comes against his fingers and your panties.
âShit.â He chuckles breathlessly, uses the cotton in his hands to clean himself up. Thinks youâd look fucking amazing covered in his come, wonders if youâd let him.
Or if youâd lick the come from his rings. Swallows hard at the image of your mouth wrapped around his fingers licking, sucking, just as good as you did his cock.
His hand runs through his sweat slicked bangs, yeah, he was totally fucked.
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Sweet Dreams
Calum and you have dance around reality for a few months now. But after Calum leaves and returns from a trip, the reality has to be confronted.Â
Prince!Calum x Reader Insert. Tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible!
CW: 18+ Content (Smut)
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Having the night shift is dangerous. The kitchen is quiet. The rest of the castle is settled deeply into its slumber. You are the only one awakeâbesides the night guards and the cleaning staff. But the kitchen is your domain from witching hour up until about nine for breakfast. Working this shift isnât dangerous in the sense that youâre worried about being the victim of something. Itâs dangerous because with everything asleep around you, heâs comfortable to come out. It isnât enough to share smiles or little jokes as you hand over this plate for breakfast or to take it back after heâs done. Working the night shift means that Calum rouses from his chambers and winds through the halls just to watch you knead the biscuit dough heâll be consuming in just a few hours.Â
And you shouldnât be calling him just Calum. Thatâs the danger. It is so easy to give into his soft smile. It is so easy to melt at the sound of his laughter. This is all too dangerous. But you here you are, watching the night, which has already settled in thickly and commanding total attention of anything that dares stay awake or wake. Youâre three hours early to the shift, a habit youâve picked up recently. You sit, on your stool, staring out of the window as your mind runs down all the things youâll need to prep and the grocery list that you need to start to hand over to the morning shift. As you mentally run down this checklist, occasionally scratching down a note for your future self, you are also listening.Â
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trying for a baby with dylan
Dylan x Female!Reader
trying for a baby with dylan
there are the fun times in baby-making, & then there are the hard times
warning: adult themes + sexual situations
You moaned softly as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing your chest closer to his. His moans were soft in your ear and it was only turning you on more, the both of you moving against each other. Dylan's hands moved down to your ass and gripped them tightly before moving to flip you over onto your back.
"...oh...f-uuck," You moaned as you felt him at a different angle. Your nails reached to dig into his thighs.
Dylan grabbed your ankles and moved your legs against his chest. For a second your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the pleasure he was giving you seemed to grow more and more intense.
"I-I'm close baby," Dylan spoke with his words coming out rushed, "God...damn you feel so fuckin' good."
The only noises that came from you were moans and whimpers. You watched as his chest began to rise and fall a little faster with his labored breaths. His thrusts became more erratic before his head fell back and he pressed his hips tightly against yours. Watching Dylan fall apart always turned you on more. It was like it slowly took over his entire body.
Dylan moved your legs back around his waist before he pressed his body tightly against yours, his lips moving against yours in a slow and lazy kiss. You tightened your legs around him to pull him deeper into you.
"Think this time is going to be the one?" You spoke after a long moment of silence between the two of you. Your hand reaching up and gently running your fingers through his hair.
"I hope so baby," Dylan spoke "Not complaining about the trying"
You laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead before the two of you untangled from one another and headed into the shower
For the next three months, that's how it went for the two of you. Trying whenever you two could and nearly christening the entire home. But as the months passed it became harder and harder as each month your period came or you stared at a negative test.
After the fifth negative test, you felt your hopes start to slip. You knew it wasn't going to happen right away - but that didn't make it any harder.
And when on month seven your period came, all you could do is cry. Dylan remembers coming home from a meeting with his team and finding you curled up on the bed crying.
"Baby...what's wrong? What's wrong? Talk to me." He spoke as he held you in his arms. Through your strangled sobs you spoke.
"My period came,"
Dylan didn't need further explanation.
So you stopped planning, you stopped taking tests, and just knew that it would happen when it was supposed to happen from the two of you.
And when the two of you were in New York while he was working on promo for his next film, was when you sat in the bathroom staring at the tests lined up on the counter. It has been nearly a year since the two of you agreed to start trying.
Over the last few weeks you were starting to feel off and sick. And you brushed it off as a cold till you checked your calendar and saw that you were late.
"...please please please..." You whispered as you watched the timer on your screen counting down.
You jumped slightly as the alarm when off, tapping on the screen to turn it off, before standing over towards the counter.
Positive.
All six were positive.
You let out a scream and felt the tears running down your cheek, knowing that finally the two of you finally got what you wanted most.
You were too excited when he came home, basically waiting at the door when he came home. Dylan stopped short, looking towards you with a confused look, before locking the door behind him.
"How was the interview?" You spoke with a wide smile.
"It was good. Really good actually." He walked towards you, still confused. "Everything good?"
You nodded your head happily, before pulling the pregnancy test out from your back pocket. You watched as quickly his face shifted from confusion to happiness and the tears began to fill his brown eyes.
"You're pregnant?" Dylan spoke with his voice cracking slightly. "W-We're having a b-baby?"
"We're having a baby," You nodded feeling the tears coming back.
Dylan wrapped his arms around you tightly and buried his face into your neck. The two of you happily crying and knowing that your family was going to be a little more complete than before.
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Chaos Has Come Again
A/N: I was so inspired by this gif set of a âdark angelâ Stiles that I had to write something for it. Iâm calling this a drabble because thereâs no real plot, but itâs definitely a longggg drabble. lol Thank you to @minhosmeanhoe for editing it, because Iâm sure she did. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours so and I will edit it any further tomorrow if need be. lol I couldnât find the creator of this gif or gifset, but if someone or the creator messages me ! I will be more than happy to tag them and give them credit. But I did not make this gif nor am I the owner of it.
Word count: 2737
Warning: Itâs kind of dark and talks about the devil, and thereâs smut (;
Paring: StilesxReader
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love the phrase 'methinks'. me does think. thinketh me do.
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Waited part one
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He sat by the phone everyday....he waited, waited and waited everyday since she left to go back home, a summer fling he will never forget with y/n, when she came to L.A for summer vacation.
Ethan sat by the phone pondering what it would be like if she stayed in L.A with him and they built a relationship, that's when it happened...it rang once, twice finally three times before he picked up.
"Hello?" a female was heard on the other side as he smiled at the sound of her voice
"Y/n?"
"Ethan, hi howâuhmâhow are you?"
"I'm fine, just miss having you around and hanging out with each other."
"Yeah, IâuhmâI miss you too listen..." y/n hesitated as she thought of what to say, what she was about to say wasn't really easy to be honest
"I called to tell you that I sent out an invitation but I don't think you got it." She sighed as she thought about the incident between her and the boy on the other side of the phone that happened over the summer
"Yeah I haven't gotten anything in the mailâwhat's the invitation for?" Ethan let out a chuckle as he looked through the pile of mail that sat on the table
"it's for my wedding actually." The female voice spoke once more except this time it was words Ethan wasn't expecting to hear
"ohâyou're engaged?" He didn't know how exactly to take the news, the girl he fell in love with over the summer getting married.
"YeahâI got engaged after I got back." She felt tears fall down her face as she wiped them away with the ring clad finger
"You didn't mention anything about uhmâabout a boyfriend." Ethan felt himself choke on his own tears the feeling of his heart sinking into his stomach
"It was in the heat of the momentâI was having too much fun and I guess it slipped my mind." She let out a small laugh followed by a sob as she shook her head placing her thumb and forefinger on the bridge of her nose
She didn't want to get married to another man she wanted Ethan yet again she wanted to make her parents happy, that's all she's ever wanted to do was make them happy.
"Y/nâdon't cry...please." Ethan begged her as he heard her sobs through the other side of the phone
She couldn't hold them back anymore, she let them all go as she heard Ethan's pleads she couldn't deny him but she once more thought about her parents.
"Listen, I gottaâI gotta go." She sighed before hanging up only to leave Ethan dazed and confused not even getting to say goodbye.
He thought back to the night the two first realized they had feelings for each other.
"I had funâI've never gone to the boardwalk here, I've never actually been to Cali in general." Y/n smiled as she moved a piece of her hair and pushed it behind her ear.
"Uhm do you maybe wanna come over, I mean unless you have to be bâ" Ethan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks turned red
"I'd love too." She laughed as she wrapped her arm around his placing a kiss on his cheek
The two soon made it back to the twins house, before Ethan could even say anything y/n worked up the courage and pulled his face close to hers their lips colliding and moving slowly in synch, Ethan walked backwards as they made it into his bedroomây/n kicked the door close before her hands found their way onto his torso.
"You lookâHmmâpretty tonight y/n." Ethan spoke into the kiss only for y/n to shush him unbuttoning his shirt she laughed as she felt it slide down his arms before she threw it to the side
"You look handsome tonight, E." She pushed him backwards causing him to fall on his back and she straddled him and placed small kisses onto his chest
His hands found their way under her shirt lifting it up and throwing it to the side watching as it landed on his desk chairâhis hands snake around her waist swiftly undoing her bra watching it slip down her arms he took a second to take in the sight in front of him, his fingers running over her sternum tattoo tracing every detail, followed by her tattoo on her hip.
"You're so fucking beautiful." Ethan hummed before he placed gentle kisses onto her collar bone and down her chest
"Stop lying." She shook her head as she ran her hands through his hair taking in his features, the bright hazel eyes, the scruff, his messy hair.
"I'm not lyingâyou're beautiful."
She once more shook her head before her hands trailed down his body fumbling with the large lion head belt and yanking it off, next she worked on the button followed by the zipper, she eventually got his pants and boxers off she watched as his cock sprung up and hit his stomachâEthan worked fast to get y/n's jeans off her legs causing her to squeak
"So fucking gorgeous." He sighed as he ran his hands up her thighs, onto her hips followed by her breasts running his thumb over the small nubs
"Kiss me." Y/n whispered as she bent down hovering her lips above his and of course Ethan didn't hesitate before his lips were on hers once more moving together slowly nothing about this night was rough or sloppyâit was slow and soft.
"You're soâso pretty y/n." Ethan's hand rested on her cheek as she grabbed his wrist moving his hand closer to her mouth and placed a kiss onto his palm as her eyes fluttered closed before opening and looking at him once more.
"Can I ride you?" Ethan nodded vigorously as y/n reached behind her grabbing his cock and lining him with her entrance before slowly sinking down on too his cock causing her to let out a moan
"My fucking god, you'reâso big." She hummed as she began to move her hips in a circular motion, letting out a small moan she felt Ethan's hands land harshly on her ass before he gripped her ass cheeks and began moving her up and down on his cock while thrusting into her.
"Jesus Christ, such a tightâpussy." Ethan chuckled as y/n leaned forward placing a kiss onto his lips their tongues dancing together as she ran her hands through his now messy hair
âFuck Ethan...Iâm gonna cum.â Y/n moaned as she felt herself release all over Ethanâs cock followed by the feeling of him releasing hot spurts of cum inside her
"I wish we could stay like this forever." Y/n sighed as she laid her head on Ethan's chest as his hand ran up and down her back
"Me too." Ethan placed a kiss onto y/n's head as light snores fell from her lips
Ethan waited for so long for y/n to call and when it finally did, he didn't expect to get his heart broken.
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\\Goddesses and monsters //
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Y/n watched as her wings fluttered closed and rested against her back before she stepped into the palace like building, walking into the dining area seeing her mother was sat at the end of it with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hello, Mom." Y/n sighed as she pulled out her chair before sitting down and smoothing our her dress
The two sat in an awkward silence before a loud boom was heard at the front of the house, y/n and her mother looked to see Lilith walking up the couple of steps leading into the dining room
"Hello, sister and mother." Lilith sat down next to y/n watching as her daughter sat right next to her
"Y/n stop thinking about that guy who sits outside my house all the time." Lilith laughed as she took a drink from her glass cup
"Lilith would you shut your mouth."Â Y/n's mother slammed her fist on the table as Lilith continued to embarrass Y/n speaking about what was going on inside her head
"What I'm just being honest, I can read minds and y/n was an open book!!" Lilith scoffed as she took a drink of her whiskey before slamming the glass onto the table, only doing it a little too hard causing it to shatter.
"Stop reading people's minds." Aurora butted in only causing Lilith to roll her eyes at the eldest sister
"Screw this, I'm leavingâI'll talk to you guys when you aren't being rude and disrespectful to each otherâwe're supposed to be a family and this isn't how a family acts!" Y/n stood up as she shook her head beginning to make her way out of the kitchen
Y/n sighed as she walked the empty path near her mothers house, stopping at every dead flower she hovered her hand over it watching it bloom as if it was a brand new flower. Finding an empty patch of grass she sat down on pulling her knees up to her chestâlooking up at the night sky seeing the stars shimmerâshe felt a few tears fall down her face as her mind raced with thoughts of her family that sat inside the house bickering back and forth.
"Why're you so sad princess?" y/n jumped at the deep husky voice that came from behind her she wiped her eyes before turning to meet the bright hazel eyes of Grayson
"How did you find me?" She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her knees, her chin resting against the back of her hands as she looked at the stars once more
"I have my waysânow are you gonna tell me why you're sad? Grayson sat criss criss next to y/n looking up at the stars wondering what was so special about them
"NoâI'm not telling a demon about my personal problems." The small girl scoffed as she let out a laugh afterwards
"Oh, so it's a personal reasonâthat's understandable sweetheart, I know the feeling." He picked at the grass as he thought of what to say next
"No, you don't know the feeling of hearing your mother and sister argue all the freaking time." She shook her head covering her face so he couldn't see the tears
"Yes I do, trust meâmy brother and mother argued all the time." Grayson laughed as he reached in front of him grabbing a small pink flower before pushing a piece of y/n's hair back and placing the stem of the flower behind her ear
"Why're you being nice to me?" Y/n removed her hands from her face as she turned her head looking at the boy seeing he was smiling at her slightly
"Why not?" He just shrugged as he looked away from her
"You're a demon."
"Just because I'm a demonâdoesn't mean I'm not nice princess."
Y/n sighed as she took in the boys features, his eyes a bright hazel color, his dark brown hair falling in his face slightly, his muscular armsâMaybe he wasn't so bad.
"Y/n." She hummed as she traced shapes on her knee
"What?" Grayson furrowed his eyebrows looking away from the stars and into y/n's pink eyes that glistened in the moonlight
"That's my name, y/n." She repeated it once more as Grayson smiled this time showing his dimples along with a toothy smile
"A beautiful name for the most beautiful angel."
"I'm anything far from beautiful, if anything my sister Aurora is beautiful." The girl shook her head as she let a small laugh fall from her lips only for Grayson to scoff
"Bullshit." He leaned back extending his arms behind him as he rested on his hands
"I'm sorry?" Y/n cocked an eyebrow as she picked at certain pieces of grass
"You heard meâbullshit, I know your sister, yeah she's pretty but she's not as beautiful or exotic as you."
"How do you know my sister?"
"Doesn't matterâcome with me." Grayson stood up holding out his hand waiting for y/n to take it
"Why?" She hesitated before placing her dainty hand in his large one
"I wanna show you something." He began making his way down a trail that was off the main path
Dead flowers bloomed as y/n walked past themâshe didn't mean for it to happen it's been that way since she was born since she was born the angel of resurgence, but she was also born with mind reading along with the ability to talk to animals her mother always said she was special she just never understood why exactlyâshe thought she was just like every other angel.
The two made their way to a small mountain top, Grayson sat down watching as y/n followed the boys actions sitting down right next to him, the two sat there and chatted for a bit before a voice was heard in the distance.
"Y/n, where are youâI'm sorry for what i did." Lilith was heard calling out for the youngest sister
"I'm here." Y/n sat on a large boulder causing Lilith to look up at the girl before teleporting next to her
"Sorry about earlier, I justâdon't think it's a good idea if you mess around with Grayson it could end up a mistake."
"Why not?" Y/n looked at her older sister as she swung her feet lightly
"He'll seem nice at first but then you'll have sex and up pregnant and he will get bored and leave." Lilith looked at y/n as she sighed feeling her shoulders drop
"How do you know?"
"Because I made that mistake, y/n." Lilith sighed as she placed her hand on Y/n's as Liliths memories beginning to flash through her mind
From Lilith meeting Grayson, their first date, after their first time, the moment she found out she was pregnant, to him leaving her alone.
"She's...his?" Y/n watched as Lilith nodded her head slowly
"Grayson and I go back a bit, he said he loved me too, he even took me to this mountain top thingâtold me I was welcome there anytime." Lilith looked off into the distance as horror filled y/n's face
"Heâthat's where I was a few minutes ago, oh god Lilith I'm so stupid for actually believing a demon would actually like me, an angel!" Y/n ran a hand through her hair as she shook her head, standing and pacing back and forth
"Heyâhey..calm down." Lilith stood up and grabbed y/n by the wrist their eyes meeting for a split second Â
"Y/n just don't mess around with him." Lilith and hopped down off the boulder and made her way inside
"Fucking idiot." Y/n whispered to herself as she laid on the rock looking up to watch the stars shimmer in the skyÂ
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part two ah ha ha sorry it took so long, also if anything is fucked up and doesnât make sense Iâm very sorry Iâll fix it eventually!
Iâm also uploading this story onto wattpad and if you wanna check it out on their my user is @ euphoricaldolan:)
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\\Goddesses and monsters//
Y/N was living in a world between gods and monsters. She was an angel living in the garden of evilâshe was screwed up, scared, and doing anything she needed to stay alive... including fucking a demon.
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Y/N sighed as she felt her bare feet touch the soft grass after a long night of flying and helping people who needed it. Her mint green and sky blue wings fluttered before hiding themselves against her back once more. Her wings weren't visible to humans, but to other angels along with demons they were.
"Well... well... well, look what we have here, an angel all alone in the garden of evil, huh?" Y/N turned her head to her left to see black eyes staring into her bright pink ones.
"Can you just leave me alone? I need to talk to my sister." Y/N scoffed as she began walking away again before being stopped once more.
"Who's your sister?" The demon held his blade in his hand, the tip was placed against his pointer finger. He slowly twisted the blade, watching it glisten in the light.
"Lilith,â Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she thought of her sisterâan angel, born with a demon for a sister.
"I'm sorry there's no fucking way that youâa sweet, beautiful angelâis the sister of that nasty bitch,â the demon chuckled as his blade gently ran against her arm, sending shivers shooting down her spine.
"Please, just let me go see my sister."
"Your sister can wait a bit, sweetheart. I'm wanna have fun with you first." Y/N gulped
"No, you're not gonna have fun with me, now get out of my way." Y/N pushed the demon off of her, her strength surprising him. She watched him slide on his feet across the small patch of grass, groaning before making her way into the large building ahead.
"My sweet baby sister, Y/N!" Lilith made her way down the steps as her heels clicked against the hard titles, her dress trailing behind her.
"Lilith, mother wants to know if she'll be seeing you and Ambrose at dinner tomorrow?" Y/N watched as Lilithâs daughter, Ambrose, made her way down the stairs. Her long black hair was in two pigtails, and she wore a dark red dress that rested just below her knees.
"Hi, auntie Y/N.â
"Hello, Ambrose."
Y/N followed Lilith into the large living room, sighing while she ran her hand lightly across the old books that rested on a slightly dusty shelf.
"By the way, who's that demon outside?"
"Grayson." Lilith scoffed as she shook her head, taking a drink of her whiskey before setting the glass harshly down onto the table.
"What's he doing out there?" The girl watched as Ambrose skipped over to the small table and chair next to a large throneâat least, that's what Lilith called it.
"Looking for trouble." Y/N watched as her sister shrugged, making her way up the three steps leading to her âthroneâ.
"Oh. That's cool, I guess. Anyway, again, mom wants to know if you and her granddaughter are coming to dinner."
"Dependsâwho's gonna be there?â
"Just me, mom, and Aurora... and the two of you if you decide to actually come to dinner for once." Y/N let out a small laugh as she walked around the living room watching as Lilith crosses one leg over the other.
Lilith and her mother didnât get along so well, ever since Lilith ran away with a demon and got pregnant with Ambrose. So itâs safe to say Y/Nâs mother and sister hardly spoke these days. As for Y/N and her mother, they got along fine, along with her older sister, Aurora. Â
"You know mother and I don't get along,â Lilith hissed as she watched her daughter sit down at the small table and begin to color a picture.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should keep your daughter from seeing her grandmother."
"I'll think about it."
"Well, you know where to go if you do wanna come to dinner."
Y/N stayed for a few minutes after the conversation was dropped, talking to her sister and niece, before deciding it was time to head home and have dinner with her not so pleasing mother and Aurora, also know as the Angel of Light.Â
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Y/N made her way out of the large building, her feet brushing across the soft grass once more. She felt her wings flutter open, about to fly off only to feel a harsh sting on her arm.
"What theâ" she looked down to see blood dripping down her arm. Her gaze flicked up with narrowed eyes. To the left, she saw the now named demon sitting criss-cross on a large boulder, smirking as he wiped the blood off his blade with a finger, popping it into his mouth.
"Hmm, you taste sweet,â Grayson smiled as he hopped off the large rock, making his way over in front of the small girl once more. He takes his blade to her skin again, this time just above her collar bone.
"What on earth is your problem?!" She shoved him lightly back.
"Nothingâjust wanted to know how you tasted, sweetheart,â he chuckled, placing his blade in its holster.
"You're sick." Y/N rolled her eyes, beginning to walk away. She heard Grayson complain about something only to ignore him.
"Hey... hey.. hey, sweetheart, don't walk away when I'm talking to you." Grayson appeared in front of Y/N, blinking his black eyes a few times. She watched as they turned a beautiful hazel color.
"So, princess, you gonna tell me your name? Or am I gonna have to force it out of you?" Y/N gasped as she felt him push a piece of her hair behind her ear before he leaned up against a tree. The way he crossed his arms and spared her no second glance almost made her question the gentle act happening at all.
"No, I'm not gonna tell you my nameânow if you'll excuse me, I'm late for dinner with my mother." One more Y/N began walking down the familiar path. Grayson now appeared to walk beside her, except she noticed that he wasnât walking, he was levitating.
"Oh, come on, sweetheartâ"
"I said no!" Y/N swung her arm feeling it land against his chest. The force pushed him backwards, his body slamming against a large boulder.
"I love girls who play hard to get... how did you know?" He chuckled, unaffected. Grayson ran a hand through his hair before once more appearing next to Y/N, who was growing increasingly annoyed.
âI didnât.â With that being said he watched her wings flutter open before she took off into the air. Grayson eyed her in curiosity, her wings graciously moving up and down as she soared through the night sky.
âSheâll be back... they always come back,â he laughed, making his way into his hidden cave and sitting down next to the small fire he had going, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to the angel name Y/N.
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First of all I wanna say thank you to @mercurygrant for proofreading and editing this sheâs the best đ„ș
Second of all, welcome to the land of goddesses and Monsters, youâre in for a bumpy ride so hold on to the thing closest to youđ
And Lastly yes this is based off gods and monsters by Lana Del Rey but Iâm naming it goddesses and monsters because I can
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Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightlyÂ
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
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thrashing
struggling
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striving
straining
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Prompt List #5
Other Prompt Lists
âHave you ever kissed anyone before?â
âCan I kiss you?â
âYouâre not hurting me, youâre not heavy. Iâve got you, love.â
Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.
âSometimes I wonder if you even like meâŠit sure feels like you hate me sometimes.â
âYou were supposed to be my friend. Thatâs allâŠthatâs all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.â
âI look at him/her/them and I just..itâs like when the Grinchâs heart grows three sizes.â
âI donâtâŠiâve neverâŠbeen in a relationship and iâm going to make mistakesâŠI just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.â
âYou really thought I was dead?â
âI want to believe, I doâŠI justâŠhow can I believe in something that I canât see?â
âYou didnât tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?â
âI feel sickâŠso anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.â
âCan we just make a decision? Please?â
âYou donât know what you do to me, do you?â
âI just want you to be safe. Thatâs all iâve ever wanted for you!âÂ
âI want you to be happyâŠeven if its not with me.â
âI want to feel like this forever.â
âYou give me a reason to be better, to do better.â
âGod, you are so fucking cute.â
âI love you, but I need you to go away because youâre really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.â
âIâŠI canât do this without you.â
âDonât forget me?âÂ
âYou werenât thereâŠwhy werenât you there?â
âI needed you! I needed you!â
âNow itâs overâŠI donât really know what to do.â
âDo you ever think?â
âIâm going to die. Iâm going to die with an absolute idiot!âÂ
âHow can you drink that stuff?â
âOh noâŠheâs/sheâs/theyâre cute.â
âI canât talk to cute people, okay? I donât know how to flirt!â
âSometimes you love someone and you donât want them to leaveâŠbecause if theyâre beside you, you can see that theyâre safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without youâŠyou might lose themâ
âNo one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentineâs cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!â
âI canât imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I justâŠI canât imagine you not here.â
âI just want you to be happyâŠâ
âYou donât have anything to be sorry for.â
âStop apologising for other people! Youâre not the shitty one!âÂ
âI want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me tooâŠI donât want this standoffish, unromantic love that youâre offering. I want more than that.â
âI want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I canât draw and I canât sing or write or play instruments or paintâŠYou inspire me so fucking muchâŠâ
âYou donât own her/him/them. You donât get to choose who they choose. I donât get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.â
âStop being a fucking dick.â
âThatâs another way of saying youâre an arsehole.âÂ
âCan anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?â
âGod, I love your face.â
Twirling a strand of their hair
Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection
âPlease donât say that about yourself. Please donât believe that. Youâre so much more than that. Youâre soâŠâ
âIâm only important when you need something from me.â
âI am fed up of half measures. I deserve betterâ
âDonât look at me! Iâm a mess!â
âI love it when youâre a mess!â
âPlease stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, itâs terribly distractingâ
âI donât think youâre annoyingâŠI knowâŠI donâtâŠI really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..â
âI just want to be swept off my feetâŠis that so bad? Iâm fed up of being alone.â
One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin.Â
Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion
Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like⊠oh no he/sheâs hot.Â
Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying
âOh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!â *wink* *wink*
âI want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that youâre good enough because you are. Youâre so amazing.â
âDid you get any sleep last night?â
âI havenât slept since they/him/her left/diedâ
âYou are an uncultured swine! There I said it!â
âI know I should be happyâŠI did wellâŠI always do wellâŠso why canât I believe in myself?â
âPlease do your homework, for me? Just one timeâŠâ
âI said one time, yâknowâŠyou didnât have to actually start studying. Not that Iâm not proud or anything.â
âGo big or go homeâ
âIâm already home.â
âI lost my wellie boot in the riverâŠâ
âI wish I knew who they wereâŠâ
âIt was that bad here?â
âI look at you and IâŠI feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I donât think I can forgive and forget.â
Brushing hair from their face
Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm
âI didnât take you for the settling down type.â
Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh
âShould I go first orâŠdo you want to go?â
âIf you want to leave, we can leave.â
âI donât want to ruin your party.â
âYou could never ruin anything.â
âYour comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.â
âPlease donât make me choose.â
âI can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesisâŠWhat. A. Dick.â
âPoetry isnât supposed to be good, itâs supposed to make you feel things!â
âIf you donât get that stick out of your arse, iâll do it myself and beat you with it.â
âCould you come get me?â
âStop moving! Iâm going to have to start counting all over again!â
âI just thought that since you werenât feeling too good, maybe this would help.â
The one stumbling to the otherâs front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.
âOh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!â âShe/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldnât it be used to the disappointment by now?â
âI thought you said no more dangerous stunts?â
âIâm not kissing you in the rain! Weâll catch our death!â
âWhereâs your adventurous spirit?!â
âA walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.â
âYou have wronged me so bitterlyâŠâ
âDo you talk to your mother with that mouth?â
âPlease get me away from him. He hasnât left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.â
âI apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.â
Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, youâre so uncomfortable let me help because youâre clearly in pain
âWould it help if I stayed?â
âSo I had this really vivid dreamâŠâ
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reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
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I made a drawing of Ethan and made him Vanellope Von Schweetz because sheâs my favorite Disney character and Ethan is my favorite personđ„șđđ»đđ»
Wildflower faith is my Twitter and sunflowxrmulti is my Instagram
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