#I’ve had a few scary moments while I was driving

[softestqueeen]

slipping and gliding pt. 2

pairing:  natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! smut, car sex, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader, shy reader, slight dom!nat, fingering

wordcount: 1208 words

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but i’m finally back with part 2! only took me like 100 years to write. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but new things are in progress… Enjoy <3

part 1

The two of you went back to your stuff and said quick goodbyes to everyone. Of course everyone wanted to persuade you to stay, but you were able to talk yourself out of it, claiming that you didn’t feel well, and that Nat would take you home.

But she wouldn’t take you home. Yet.

The two of you got into Nat’s care before driving off. The sun stood high as the two of you speeded down the highway.

You thought that Nat was gonna take you home and then maybe take you again on the bed. But when you noticed that she missed the exit that actually led to the tower, you frowned.

“Where are we going Nat?”, you questioned her, unsure about what to think of this.

“Patience love, you’ll see.”, she told you while putting her unoccupied hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. At the new pet name, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the short skirt you wore allowed Nat to directly touch your skin.

You decided to not question it anymore and just wait and see where you would end up.

After a few minutes, it turned out that Nat brought you to a… deserted parking lot? Very romantic. It didn’t seem scary, because on one side it was still light out and on the other you had Nat, who would never let anything happen to you.

Nat parked in the middle of the concrete area, locked the doors, and stopped the engine. She took the key out of the ignition, throwing it lazily into the centre console.

With every passing moment you could feel your arousal building, the anticipation of what’s to come pure torture.

Nat’s car was quite spacious now that you took a look at your surroundings. You could comfortably stretch out your legs and the seat could almost fit you two times.

The redhead leaned forward to your seat and with a skilful motion leaned back your seat, so you were almost laying down now. The sudden change in position mad a giggle escape your lips. It quieted down though, once Nat climbed on top of you, now covering your body with hers.

She sent you a little smile before leaning down and connecting her lips with yours after what felt like ages, though your little shower innuendo had not even been an hour ago. She didn’t waste any time and slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring like it was the first time.

Her mouth slowly started to wander over your cheek, to your neck and then your cleavage. In this moment you were glad that you chose to wear a little crop top, which made you tits look amazing.

“Can I take it off?”, Nat asked while tugging at the edge of your shirt, but you were already nodding frantically before she even managed to finish her question. She helped you out of it, leaving you with no bra and only your skirt on.

The redhead leaned back a bit, admiring your now exposed body with a new kind of hunger in her eyes. Even though she had just seen it, she still couldn’t believe that you were real. After snapping out of her thoughts she attached her lips to your breast, taking her time with her caresses and giving both breasts even attention, before sucking one of your nipples into her mouth. She repeated her earlier actions almost identically, but that did not mean that you enjoyed it any less.

Her mouth always felt amazing on you, and you feared that every second her mouth or hands were not touching you, you’re going to miss that feeling. For now, though, you would just enjoy the moment and the sight of her on top of you.

Once she felt like she had worshipped your breasts enough she started to litter your stomach with wet open-mouthed kiss, making you shudder.

She hooked her fingers into your skirt and pulled down your skirt, removing your panties with them. Afterwards she slid down into the footwell, now kneeling between you spread legs. In her new position she continued her way down your body, leaving out your pussy, teasing you and starting to kiss along your thighs.

You started squirming underneath her intense attention, but Nat was quick to grab your thighs and spread you legs a little further.

Slowly, she was now nearing your pussy again and you could already feel her heavy breaths against your heat.

“I’ll eat you out now, sweetheart. That all right with you?”, she asked you and you were able to breathe out a weak ‘yes please’ and that was all it took for Nat.

She connected her tongue with your wet pussy and licked a stripe up your slit, making you moan and writhe underneath her. Tightening her grip on your thighs and holding you down she started to explore you, this time with her mouth and tongue rather than her fingers.

The redhead got lost in the taste of you, teasing you by circling your hole with her tongue before moving on again. It didn’t take long for her to have some mercy on you though, as she wanted to hear what other noises would come out of you.

She started to circle your clit, making you throw your head back. One of your hands found it’s way into her hair while loud moans were leaving your lips. Nat was working you so well, her tongue moving from your hole to your clit and then back again. She was driving you insane in the best ways possible.

You could slowly start to feel that coil in your stomach tighten and voiced so much, but the redhead just started to eat you out more vigorously. The noises the two of you made could have been straight out of a porn movie, the moans and whines escaping your lips, the obscene sounds of Nat’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She took one hand off your thigh and started to circle your entrance with one of her fingers while she was circling your clit only with the tip of her tongue. The new sensation drove you mad, and you were so so close.

When she then slipped one of her fingers into your tight hole you were done for. You tightened your grip on her hair and came with a shout of her name. Nat slowed down but still worked you through your orgasm, her finger massaging your inner walls while her tongue was moving over your swollen lips.

Once you released her hair and got your breathing under control again the redhead pulled away from you. You could see your slick covering here lips and chin. Not being able to control yourself you leaned forward and connected your lips with hers, tasting your own arousal on her tongue.

With one hand on her hip, you guided her back onto the seat, so she was practically lying on top of you. Your other hand started to grope her body before you pulled away from her lips.

“Now, let me return your favour!”, you told her sheepishly and she could only smile before you connected your lips again.

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[delumimi]

Stay.

Summary: Romantic night with your husband Leon. That’s it.

Gender: Smut with a touch of angst but very soft.

Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: Just soft sex.

A/n: This is my first smut so don’t make fun of me 😭, i’ve been wanting to write a story like- just vanilla sex because y’all are so kinky it’s scary LMAO. Anyways enjoy your reading and as always let me know your thoughts on the comments, I’ll be answering.

You and Leon were currently arriving from dinner at an Italian’s place, complaining that he could’ve made the exact same pasta at home but after the recent incident when he almost burned the entire house down, you weren’t trusting him again on the kitchen.

Teasing him about his luck on cooking being the same as driving, he gave you a roll of his eyes before getting in the car to start the way home.

The car ride was filled with music on the background and occasionally some small talk between Leon and you as his hand caressed yours kissing it on every stop.

“Tired?” He asked breaking the comfortable silence.

Turning to look at him, you answered.

“A little… Yeah.” You shrink from cold and you rub your arms up and down.

“Want me to turn the heater on?” He turned his head to look at you.

“It’s fine, we are about to arrive anyway.” You gave him a reassuring smile leaning a little him to kiss his cheek.

Smiling back, his eyes returned to the road again.

These types of rides were definitely your favorite, just you and Leon and nothing else to disturb you two after so many days of stress, you finally get to relax a little and pass time with eachother.

It surely has been a long time since you two got to relax and it saddened you.

After a few minutes you arrived home and of course Leon as the gentleman he is, opened the door for you.

“What a gentleman.” You tease him and you stepped out of the car.

“Only for you ma’am.” He helped you get on your feet before walking towards the house door.

Entering the key, Leon opened the door gesturing you to walk in first.

Letting a sigh of relief leave your lips at the feeling of being home, you took off your coat and place it on the sofa before turning to Leon.

You approach him slowly from behind, placing your hands on his chest and resting your head in his shoulder.

“Thank you for the dinner, love.” You said with an evident smile in your face.

You heard Leon chuckle a little before slightly turning his head to the side.

“Anything for you, don’t thank me.” He took one of your hands and kissed your knuckles, you felt your chest grow warm at the gesture.

Suddenly, you felt yourself drown in a feeling of nostalgia. Leon and you finally being able to relax brought you almost tears to your eyes and you think back at the times when Leon used to be trained, returning home at horrific hours of the night and with a lot of injuries that you would treat crying.

Marrying him was easy but waiting for him wasn’t. And the fact that he would be back on a mission tomorrow just made it worst for you.

You knew Leon wasn’t of your property but still… You want to be selfish.

You need it. You need him to stay.

You want to make him forget, get rid of his stress that tormented him every night. Not that you would ever told him, Leon already had enough with his own world and having to deal with your worries will make it worse.

But still, words like “stay” and “don’t leave” will always threat to scape out of your mouth.

Words like “I need you”.

Suddenly, you turned Leon’s body roughly before pushing him into a sweet but desperate kiss. Your hands roaming towards his chest and he gasped in your mouth clearly taken aback but not complaining. You don’t care of the lack of oxygen in your system at this moment, you need him closer.

Need him to stay.

After a while, Leon pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes and god… You will never get tired of the way those beautiful blue eyes looked at you with such an adoration that made your heart ache and skip a beat at the same time.

You caressed his face, lips touching and nose brushing, hands on his chest threatening to get lower.

“I’m glad to finally have you for me tonight.” You whisper in his lips.

“You can always have me to yourself, don’t you know that?” He responds softly.

“Except when you leave.” You closed your eyes, it’s time to tell him. “I know that you have your job and everything but my worry never ceases, you always leave with the promise of coming back to me and I believe you but Leon…” Your lips tremble. “I always need you by my side, I need you when you leave and I need you now and I always will.” You hear your heart on your ears. “Stay with me longer?” You finally open you eyes.

Leon’s bag drops to the floor.

He kisses you.

He kisses you as an apologetic way of saying sorry for everything, for the worries, for the nights you couldn’t sleep, for the tears that fell from your eyes at some point of having an anxiety attack waiting for his arrival.

You feel his tongue entering your mouth making a choked whimper escape your mouth, the familiar ache between your legs forming.

You try to cross your thighs to get some friction but Leon stops you, groaning you look at him with a frown on your face.

“I’ll make it up to you sweetness, patience is key.” A teasing smile forming on his lips.

“You’re no fun.”

“It’ll be worth it I promise.” His hands come down to grip your ass under the fabric of your blue dress. “I will have you naked in any time.” He whispers seductively in your ear, the words alone made a moan escape your lips before you feel him tapping the backside of your knees. Confused, you looked up.

“Let me carry you to heaven.” He says, and who are you to deny him?

You jump and instinctively your legs wrap around his waist, his muscles tense up as he lifts your body up, placing you in his arms gently. He looks at you with a hint of lust in his eyes, his body craving you. Leon’s hands come to rest around your ass again before you feel him rushing to the bedroom.

Leon places you carefully on the bed before leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate but sweet kiss. You spread your legs to make more space for him and your arms wrap around his neck. He only pulls away to take his shirt off, revealing his tone body to you and no matter how many times you see him naked, this man never fails to take away your breath.

You take a moment to look at him as your hands roam against his body, the details and scars painted on his chest… The thought of kissing every one of them crosses your mind, might leave it for another occasion though.

However, there’s one detail about him that makes your eyebrows furrow, the eye bags under his eyes. You knew about Leon’s constant nightmares, making him have trouble sleeping.

He refused to let you know so you wouldn’t worry but after one night of you waking up to see Leon sitting up with heavy breaths and a pale face, he commented on it. You two have made a deal to tell each other when something was wrong so you wouldn’t have to deal with the pain alone.

You thought you were past that.

Your hand comes to gently touch his face, especially his eye bags. He immediately melts under your touch.

“You look tired.” You speak quietly.

“I’ve been not sleeping properly…” He breaks eye contact with you obviously feeling a little guilty.

“You are never sleeping properly Leon…”

“You know me so well don’t you?” He chuckles gently before looking at you through his hair, making him look a little embarrassed and maybe even shy.

“I am your wife, Leon.”

His eyes soften a little before turning again into a lustful look, his hands roaming into your back making you arch against his chest.

“Of course you are,” He leans down, sucking at the sensitive spots on your neck making you whimper. “You’re always here to remind me.”

His hands find the zipper of your dress, not pulling so you could give him the look of confirmation and when you do, his fingers tug your dress off and he stares at you, his eyes filled with desire.

“My beautiful wife.” he whispers and his lips touch yours once more. You feel the possessiveness of his touch, your head spins a little. This man is driving you crazy.

The grip he used to have on your back comes to your breasts, his left hand squeezing one while the other plays with your right nipple, your back once again arching into his hands.

“Please Leon…” You begged, a squeal leaving your lips as he sucks your nipple.

And of course as the asshole he is, he slightly pulls away to look at you.

His fingers run along your chest as he shifts himself to get more comfortable. “Please.. What..?” He asks with a smirk.

Oh fuck this guy.

Wasn’t the begging enough for him?

You whine out of frustration and close your eyes, not getting along with the idea of you begging.

A few seconds of silence pass before Leon breaks the silence.

“Common love we don’t have all night, remember?”

You groan in annoyance before opening your eyes resigning yourself to humiliation.

“Please ugh- need you Leon, I need you to touch me- fuck me please I’m begging.” You look at him through your lashes.

And he was never strong enough to deny you.

He practically rips away you underwear, his fingers running down to your slit capturing the wetness, a raspy moan escaping his lips at the feeling.

And you weren’t doing any better than him, you were a moaning mess once you feel his fingers rubbing your clit and after what seemed like years, one finger enters you immediately curling.

“Fuuuck,” You arched into Leon, missing the feeling of him being close you wrap your arms and legs around him, you pulled his head down kissing him roughly but so desperately. “Please Leon don’t make me wait up anymore.” You were begging again.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

He begins to pull down his pants and his boxers following.

His hardening and aching cock was released out of his pants, you observe in awe as he strokes himself, looking at you with pink cheeks getting a little shy about the situation.

“Like what you see?” He asks.

“Yes but I don’t think I can wait up any longer.”

You sounded desperate but you didn’t even care at this point, you needed him inside you.

He chuckles at your response before lining up to your entrance.

“Well in that case, you will be taking a lot from me.”

With that final sentence, he pushes himself into you groaning at the sudden contact. His tip going in first slowly and your nails scratch his back, Leon hisses at the painful contact before groaning as he bottoms out inside of you. A mixture of pleasure and pain appears and you take a moment to collect yourself. Leon leans down to pepper kisses in your face making you smile at the warm gesture. The pain soon fades and now you are left with the feeling of pure euphoria. Feeling a little devil you purposely clench around him making him let out a whimper.

He laughs breathlessly before putting a hand on your neck and leaning down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

And with that, Leon’s pace increments roughly taking you aback, moaning like a mantra with every thrust of his hips brushing your g-spot, one of his hands squeezing at your neck while the other grips strongly on your hip, it will surely leave a mark by the time morning comes.

Moaning even louder when you felt him lean down to suck at your right breast. You truly didn’t mean to hurt Leon this time but when you felt his finger rub at your clit, you pulled at his hair- fucking hard.

“You…Should’ve…Told me…” He says between heavy breaths. “That you felt this way.” He takes the hand that was at your neck giving it a final squeeze before his lips connect at your neck, leaving purple marks and hickeys as he continues fucking you.

“And you should’ve told me you were- Ah!- having nightmares again…” You moan between thrusts as you feel him getting deeper.

Leon seems to read your mind and grabs both of your legs pushing them towards your chest, this new angle made him hit spots that had you seeing white lights.

How can this man be so good in bed?

You close your eyes at the stimulation, tears about to fall from your eyes as you feel Leon’s thrust grow faster and harder. You knew he was close by this.

“L-Leon…” You say his name between breaths and you feel him grab your face.

“Look at me.” He says with a demanding tone on his voice. “I want you to see me while you finish.” And god those words alone would make you cum right here in his arms. Obediently you open your eyes to make eye contact with him and you truly didn’t expect what you found in them.

A look of pure love and adoration.

Even when you two were this intimate, Leon never failed to remind you that he loved you, even like this: wrapped in each-others embrace in a lustful but still romantic way as you whisper “i love you’s” between moans and kisses.

“If I could have you like this everyday and never left to work,” Leon cups you face gently. “I would’ve never leave you, gorgeous.”

And of course you finish, and I mean who wouldn’t after those words? You finish and fucking hard to the point you see starts after your orgasm, clenching around him. Leon knows exactly how to get you to your breaking point more than yourself do, you loved that about him. After so many years of being in love with him and 5 years marrying him, you two have your difficulties but always know how to deal with them… Together, you will deal with everything together.

Leon’s expression twitch at the feeling and with some final thrusts and cursing words, he finishes inside of you.

And you embrace him because another thing you know about him is that he likes being hold, not that he would ever admit it out loud, he isn’t a man who likes sharing his emotions but you… You were special, you were the only one who got to see that side of him.

You hear his heavy breathes on you ear before he pulls out of you laying by your side so he won’t crush you.

Smiling a little and you turn so you could rest your head on his shoulder. He smiles down at you and kisses your head, his lips staying there for a moment.

“I’ll call Hunnigan and tell her I won’t be showing up tomorrow.” Leon breaks the silence, his fingers playing with your head.

“Really? You sure?” You hesitate.

“Yeah, would love to spent more time with you tomorrow.” Leon declares, a soft tone was heard on his voice.

And you believe him, you’ll believe all the promises he gave you because he was Leon Scott Kennedy.

A man of words and your husband.

[scalingsvt8thusiast]

Skin-Deep Chapter 6

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: welcome to part 2 :D I hope you all have been enjoying the fic so far. much love <3

The alarm blaring from your phone hauled you out of your peaceful slumber. You scrambled blearily to your phone, not wanting to wake the other person in your bed. After shutting off the alarm, you sat up, trying to motivate yourself to leave the bed and prepare yourself for the day. 

You felt Seungcheol’s arms wrap around your waist, he nuzzled his face into your shoulder. 

“Where do you think you’re going misus’?” 

You swore you could never get tired of this. Months into your relationship and Seungcheol’s deep, raspy morning voice still had the power to reawakened the butterflies that had made a home in your stomach. 

“Cheol, we need to get ready for class.” You said, trying to remove his arms from around you. 

He groaned but didn’t move at all, instead he tightened his grip around your waist, unwilling to let you leave the bed. He lifted his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, you craned your neck to admire his sleepy face. His eyes were half lidded and swollen, a sign of a good night’s sleep.

You brought a hand up to caress his cheek. He tilted his face in the direction of your hand. 

You giggled, “Big baby.”

“I’m your big baby.”

Ever since you and Seungcheol made it official, your morning routine consisted of you coaxing him to let him let you get out of bed before joining you in the shower. That was followed by you dancing around in the kitchen to your morning playlist and him watching fondly whilst you two took turns preparing coffee and breakfast. Some days, when the two of you had later classes, Seungcheol would drive you to a local cafe where you’d sit in his embrace as you sipped on your latte and him his iced americano, exchanging your schedules for the day. After which you would pile into his car, your favourite being his G-Wagon, and he would place a hand on your thigh closest to him and drive to uni. 

Life in uni had gotten much better, girls stopped harassing you, men stopped approaching you for sex (after your big, scary boyfriend threatened a few of them) and all the rumours about you had mostly stopped.

It was pure bliss for you and Seungcheol. Nothing in the world could make the both of you happier than being in each other’s presence.

Today, you were scheduled to study with Jeonghan and Joshua in the library after class. 

Instead of studying however, Jeonghan sat opposite you and Joshua, thinking about how he should bring up the topic of you and Seungcheol. Throughout the many group hangouts, Jeonghan would watch you and Seungcheol. He watched the way Seungcheol would glue himself to your side, always finding someway to be in contact with you. He watched the way Seungcheol would kiss you on the forehead and whisper in your ear if he needed to leave you for a moment. He watched the way Seungcheol looked at you as if you were the only person in his life.

It was sickening really, that ridiculous amount of PDA. 

But if the two of you were happy, then Jeonghan was happy too. 

Jeonghan leaned over to get your attention.

“PSSST.”

“Jesus, I know you think you’re being quiet Han, but you aren’t.” You say, taking off your earphones. “I could be deaf and still hear you.” 

“You guys are so cute,” He grinned, ignoring your comment. “You and Cheol.”

You blushed and looked down, too embarrassed to reply. Jeonghan apparently took your reaction as disagreement.

“It’s true, I’ve never seen Cheol so happy!” 

Jeonghan and Seungcheol were childhood friends. They had met in kindergarten where their parents would regularly arrange playdates, trying to encouraged their friendship as their families were in business together. While Seungcheol disagrees, Jeonghan often thanked the gods that his family was so nosy, if not he wouldn’t have found his life-long best friend. 

The duo became a trio when they met Joshua in boarding school during their teenage years. Joshua’s parents had been so worried that he wouldn’t make any friends, they called up Jeonghan’s parents and implored them to help their son. Luckily Jeonghan and Joshua hit it off immediately, Jeonghan then introduced Joshua to Seungcheol. The three of them became inseparable ever since. 

Jeonghan and Joshua had been through their fair share of Seungcheol’s ups and downs. They had seen Seungcheol go through his lowest periods when dealing with stress from his family. There was a time when Seungcheol would spend every waking moment at a club or jet-setting to another part of the world to party, trying to shake his parents off. The both of them were with him every step of the way, worried that he’d try something stupid or drink himself to death. When Seungcheol finally came down from his high, he spent months locked in his penthouse without anything to eat or drink. Jeonghan and Joshua would take turns sending food to him while trying to convince him to come out of hiding. It took a lot to finally get him out of his slump, so the fact that Seungcheol looked so happy was astounding. 

“Cheol looks at you like you shit rainbows.” Joshua deadpanned. "Have you met his parents yet?”

Jeonghan looked at him like he had grown another head.

“What? It’s a valid question!” 

“No, I haven’t.” You said, not wanting the both of them to start bickering. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for that?

You paused, they stared at you.

“Girl, with the way you two were acting, I would think you two were married.” Joshua deadpanned.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t meet his parents soon,” Jeonghan said to Joshua, “You know how they are.”

Joshua mouth open slightly, before nodding in understanding. 

You laughed nervously, “What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Joshua said, quick to brush it off. He hurriedly turned his attention back to his laptop.

“Let’s go back to studying!” Jeonghan said, a little too enthusiastically, “Now where was I…”

You stared at the both of them in disbelief.

“No, hey! You can’t just say stuff like that and not follow up!” You whisper-shouted. 

Jeonghan whacked Joshua on the arm, “This is your fault.”

“How is it my fault? It was a valid question!” Joshua whacked Jeonghan back on the arm.

Great, now you had two bickering children on your hands. 

“Guys.” You said sternly. 

Jeonghan sighed, “Look, you didn’t hear this from me-“

“Or me!” Joshua added.

“Seungcheol’s parents are rather,” He paused, looking for the right word. “Overbearing.”

“In a lovely way thought!” Joshua quipped. 

“We love Auntie and Uncle Choi!” Jeonghan remarked nervously, before the both of them hurriedly returned to their laptops. 

“Guys,” You grit your teeth. “Say more words.”

The two boys exchanged looks, realising they had dug themselves a grave both with you and Seungcheol. 

“I’m sure you know, Seungcheol is an only child,” Jeonghan let out a breath as he continued, “His parents want him to take over the company one day.”

“They have a very peculiar habit of trying to control every aspect of his life.” Joshua said, waving his hands in the air dismissively. “But don’t worry about it, I’m sure you two will be fine.”

They both expected you to panic, but you just looked at the both of them and rolled your eyes. 

“Really, that was the big secret? Gosh you guys were talking like they murdered people for a living.” You said, looking back down to your notes. 

You looked back up after a second to see the both of them staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh come on guys, it’s classic drama style plot,” You said, “His parents want him to take over the company and they don’t want him to be distracted so they won’t let him date anybody.” 

“I- Well, yea, that’s basically the gist of it.” Jeonghan hummed, surprised that you knew.

“What drama has that plot?” Joshua said, “Sounds like horrible writing.”

You stood on the steps of the library, waiting for Seungcheol to pick you up. Jeonghan and Joshua had already left, they offered to send you over to Seungcheol’s place but you insisted that it was fine since Seungcheol was in class anyway. 

You spotted Seungcheol’s black G-wagon approaching. Skipping over to the passenger seat, you opened the door to be greeted by your boyfriends charming smile.

“Hey princess,” He greeted, watching you climb into the car, “Enjoy your studying time with Han and Josh?”

“Yessir,” You leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. His cheeks turning pink. Even after months of dating, your kisses still had the ability to make him blush.

The night was spent with the two of you eating takeout food and exchanging stories about your day, followed by Seungcheol pulling you into a heated make out session on the couch. 

You could never get tired of his lips and the way his tongue moved with yours. You loved the feeling of his hands on your hips while you sat on his lap, facing him. Your arms locked around his neck bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed your sides making you feel like jelly. This was heaven. 

A loud ring came from Seungcheol’s phone, bringing the two of you back down to earth. 

You pulled away from his embrace, moving to sit next to him on the sofa. He groaned and pressed the back of his head against the sofa with a pained expression. His phone still ringing away on the coffee table. 

You rubbed his arm, “You should take that.”

“Someone better be dead or dying.” He muttered, annoyed that his time with you was interrupted by god knows who. 

“I’ll take a shower first, kay?” You say, giving his arm a squeeze, “Come join me when you’re done.”

He watched as you disappeared up the stairs, heading for your shared bedroom. Once you were out of sight, he turned his attention to his phone. 

His expression fell when he saw the caller ID. 

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[trashyswitch]

Mess With Sun, You'd Better Run

Eclipse has been trying to take over Sun's body for the past week...And Sun is having none of it. When night time approaches, Sun decides to teach Eclipse a lesson in the hopes that it would slow his progress. Eclipse will quickly learn how scary Sun can be if you toy with him too much...

This fanfic was suggested by @anxious-lee-ler. Funny fact about this fanfic: I haven't watched through all of the web series, so I got a lot of help and approval from Drew for this fanfic! As a result, I already know he really likes it. I hope everyone else likes the fanfic too!

Sun was ready to lose it. Eclipse had been driving him nuts for the last several hours! It started with little things, like giving him small headaches while gaming with Moon. But it had escalated into trying to take him over while recording videos! He’d had enough. This has to stop. He hoped some talking and compromising would lessen the constant headache taking the form of Eclipse. He just had to wait until evening took hold. 

Sun and Moon had just finished recording their episode for the day. They turned off their cameras and put their controllers down. “Alright…” Sun mumbled. 

“Alright. I think a nap is in order.” Moon said aloud. 

“Really?” Sun looked at Moon with surprise. 

“What? Streaming makes me tired.” Moon told him. 

“Sorry, just…” Sun thought for a moment. “Sorry…You go have a rest.” 

Moon tilted his head. “Are you okay?” He asked him. 

“Me?” Sun pointed to himself. “Oh yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied a bit too enthusiastically. 

Moon stared at Sun for a few moments. “...Uh huh…” He muttered. 

“I’m okay, I promise!” Sun tried to tell him, showing him a thumbs up. 

Moon sighed and nodded his head. “Okay. Have a good night.” He told him before heading into the back room for the night. 

“Good night!” Sun replied, waving to him as he watched his brother leave the main daycare. As Moon disappeared behind the curtain, Sun’s arm dropped to his side. Now was a better time than any to escape into his mind and confront Eclipse. 

“You gonna pay me a visit, Sunny? It’s been forever…” The voice in his head asked. 

Sun sighed. “Speak of the devil…” he mumbled to himself. 

Sun sat himself down onto the chair behind the main desk of the daycare. With his body resting, Sun shut himself down and went into his inner mind. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a big blur of dark orange in the corner of the room.  

“Well look who finally showed up…” The blur mumbled with a sneer. He looked annoyed, almost like he knew Sun would arrive to give him hell. 

“What’s the deal with you?” Sun asked. 

“I’m bored...It gets quite boring here after a while.” He complained. 

“Why the headaches?!” Sun spat. 

“Because you never let me have any time in the spotlight!” Eclipse yelled back. 

“And what have you done to earn yourself a chance?” Sun asked him. 

“I’ve been silent, compliant, and patient with you. I think that speaks volumes.” He clarified. 

“The only thing that speaks volumes is this constant headache that YOU started!” Sun argued. 

“Well what else am I supposed to do?!” Eclipse argued. 

“Literally anything! Anything besides giving me a mind-splitting headache!” Sun shouted. 

“Okay, then I’ll take over.” Eclipse replied. 

“NO!” Sun shouted, pushing him away. 

Eclipse growled and stomped away from him, muttering the word “Asshole…” as he kicked the dirtless ground of the inner code. 

Sun grunted to himself as he watched Eclipse act like a petulant child. He was getting nowhere with this guy. He looked up and down, trying to figure out what to do with him. How does one stop a glitch from taking over his body? Because if it were him, he would expel Eclipse from his head. Now, normally he’s not the kind of robot to wish a shut down on anyone…but it’s a little hard to keep yourself passive when you’ve been hit with a thundering headache all day. 

Sun sat himself down for a moment as he stayed lost in thought. There had to be some way to get through to Eclipse. At least, some sort of tactic to buy himself some time. He tried to think of what he would do if Moon had been bothering him. Though, Moon had NEVER stooped so low as to cause him physical pain and psychological torment. Though, there were a few times when Moon would play pranks on him or scare him…

Sun smiled slightly as he remembered those moments. Moon is such an evil prankster. And yet, he’s also quite vengeful when given the chance. The amount of times Moon had tickled him after Sun had tried to prank him back, is impossible to count on just two hands. Moon is a brutal tickle monster when provided an opportunity. And yet when it comes to Sun…He’s unbelievably playful and passive. It’s…actually really sweet. 

“What?” Eclipse spoke up. 

Sun widened his eyes slightly as he looked up at Eclipse. “Oh nothing…” Sun replied a little too casually. 

Eclipse was now staring at him, slightly unnerved. “What…are you planning?” 

Sun’s smile widened just enough to be noticeable. “You’ll see…Very, very soon.” He muttered in an almost villainous tone. 

Eclipse sighed and laid himself onto the floor. “Whatever…Don’t care.” 

Sun smirked as he saw the perfect opportunity to strike. He walked himself closer. “You said you wanted something to do, right?” Sun asked. 

“Uhhh…Yeah?” Eclipse slowly turned his head to look at him…only for him to regret it the second he saw those wiggling fingers. 

Uh oh…

“I think I have the perfect thing to play…” He heard from Sun. 

He widened his eyes with slight fear. Oh god…

“Hmm? What’s that look for?” Sun asked rather menacingly. 

…Oh god no… “S-Sun?” Eclipse stuttered, the look of fear worsening. 

“What’s wrong, Eclipse?” Sun asked him. He moved a few steps closer. “Is someone…ticklish?” He asked. 

That was all it took. Eclipse did a full 180 turn and booked it like his life depended on it. “SUN, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS!” He shouted. 

“Nah.” Sun replied in an eerily easygoing tone. 

Eclipse slowed his running to a stop the moment he realized how far Sun’s voice had been with that last ‘Nah’. He turned around and was taken aback by Sun’s chasing tactic: 

Sun wasn’t chasing him. He wasn’t even running! Sun was skipping! Actually skipping around like a little toddler skipping through the meadows! Any other time, it would’ve been adorable! But right now? The skipping made things even more anxiety-inducing! Was Sun…toying with him?! 

Eclipse wasn’t sure what to do. With Sun just skipping his way around the code room, running felt like too extreme of an action. But…He couldn’t just sit there! He needed to keep away from the crazy daycare attendant threatening to tickle him! 

The only thing he could think of doing was talking to him. “S-Sun please stop!” Eclipse tried to reason with him. 

“Oh now you wanna reason with me?” Sun asked, pausing for a moment with his usual genuine, yet slightly eerie grin. 

“Yes! Anything to stop you from trying to tickle me!” Eclipse reacted. 

“Tickle you?” Sun tapped his own chin as he pretended to think. “Now why would I do such a thing?” 

“I-” Eclipse growled. “YOU TELL ME!” 

“Hmmm…Maybe it was because you were trying to take me over all day.” Sun explained in an off-hand way. “Or maybe it was because of the overwhelming headache I had been getting due to someone changing up my coding.” Sun also explained. 

“I-I didn’t know tampering with your code would give you a headache!” Eclipse argued. 

“Hmmm…Is that so?” Sun walked himself closer. “Y-Y-Yeah! H-Honest!” Eclipse put up his hands in arrest. “P-Please…” 

Sun reached out his arms as he got closer and closer to the different-colored daycare attendant. Eclipse looked super nervous. What does he do?! Is Sun gonna tickle him? Or is he gonna tell him something? Does he run again? Does he reason with him some more? Or does he take it? So many questions, and little to no answers in so little time! Fearing the worst, Eclipse closed his eyes and braced for impact…

…

“Boop!” 

“eeEEEK!” Eclipse hugged his side and doubled over. 

“Ho ho HO!” Sun let out in the same signature tone. “Looks like Clipsy IS ticklish!” Sun declared. “This MUST be investigated!” 

In no time at all, Eclipse felt the giggles overwhelm him the moment Sun’s fingers made contact. As Sun would quickly find out, it wouldn’t take much to get Eclipse to laugh. Just a few pokes to his thin belly would make him jump and guffaw. That, followed by a few flutters to the neck, followed up by a few scritches to his rays, were all it took to make Eclipse curl up and giggle like a little child. “EEheeheehee! Wahahait! nonono dohohon’t!” He reacted, wiggling his rays in an attempt to stop Sun’s nimble fingers. 

“My goodness, you’re more ticklish than I thought! It’s funny, I almost want to forgive you!” Sun admitted. 

“Ihihi’ll nehehever forgihihive yohou!” Eclipse shot back. 

Sun chuckled. “Funny how you think you still have control over me.” Sun teased. “If you had been more polite, maybe I would’ve gone easier on you!” Sun sighed. “But I guess that would be asking too much from you.” He concluded. 

Eclipse tried to move his rays away from Sun’s agile fingers. But this did pretty much nothing. All it did was give Sun more rays to tickle. “Suhuhun plehehehease-” Eclipse squeaked as he felt yet another ray being scratched. “NAHAHA! DOHOHOHON’T!” 

Sun gasped. “Oh my god- The back of your rays are worse?!” Sun reacted. 

“YEHEHEHES! CUT IT OHOHOUT!” Eclipse tried to push him away. “STOHOHOHOP!” 

“Oh Clipsy, Clipsy, Clipsy…” Sun dodged his hands and kept on tickling. “You can push all you want to. I dare you to try and push me off!” Sun added. “But we both know it won’t work.” He teased.

Eclipse, thinking he could still get away, started covering up his rays instead. Maybe with no rays available, Eclipse couldn’t be tickled so vigorously. 

“Goodness me! What a move!” Sun reacted rather dramatically. “Looks like I’ll have to go somewhere else…” Sun started to stroke his chin similarly to an adult with a beard. “Where else should I go next…” Sun asked aloud. 

Eclipse stared at Sun. “Are you…playing with me?” He asked. 

“Me? Playing? Oh no no no!” Sun said in the most playful voice possible. “Sun would NEVER play! Especially when it comes to something as serious as a takeover! That would NeVeR happen!” He kept on saying sarcastically. 

Eclipse was too busy staring at Sun, to fully comprehend his words. But he could very easily read his tone and facial expressions quite clearly…

And holy crap…He’d never seen Sun act like this before! Not even with Moon! And Eclipse had been observing their relationship from within Sun’s mind for several months now! He was only now starting to take over Sun’s body! 

‘So why is Sun acting like this with me?!’ Eclipse thought to himself. 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Sun declared, reading his mind. 

Wait, WHAT?! HE HEARD THAT?!

Sun giggled and raised Eclipse’s chin. “Because it’s funny seeing you stumble and fall while executing your mission! You’ve been so busy trying to take over my body, that you haven’t even taken the time to realize who you were messing with!” Sun declared. 

Eclipse widened his eyes as an electronic shiver went up his spine. Okay…maybe he underestimated Sun. 

“Oh! And I know what tickle spot to go for now!” Sun declared. 

Wait, NO! 

Suddenly, Eclipse felt a hand grip his knee joint…and in no time at all, Eclipse felt himself get flipped upside down. “aAH! Sun, stop! What are you doing?!” 

Sun giggled. “It’s obvious, really. You are a small part of Moon’s code! Isn’t that right?” Sun asked. 

“Y-Yes, but-” 

“Then you’d have at least 1 similar tickle spot to Moon!” Sun declared rather happily. But his demeanor quickly changed the moment Sun raised his hand up so he could see Eclipse eye-to-eye. “And that’s perfect for me…because I happen to know Moon like the back of my hand.” He mentioned. 

Eclipse tried to knee Sun with his free leg. “Damn you!” He shouted. 

Sun caught his other knee with no issue at all…almost like he was planning for Eclipse to kick him. Sun moved it out of the way slightly as he made a clicking sound. “That’s not very nice, is it?” He said, staring into his soul. “Physical violence? AND bad words?!” Sun lowered his hand and flipped Eclipse around so his face was looking away from Sun. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” 

Eclipse gulped. “B-Begging for what?” 

Sun laughed as he grabbed slightly below both knee joints with only one hand. “Oh! Begging for tickles of course!” Sun declared. “And my favorite little tickle spot to go to when Moon’s being extra mischievous…” He brought his fingers closer. “-Happens to be the back of these special little knees.” With that little mention, Sun started fluttering and scratching his evil little fingers against the pit of the right knee first. “Right about here.” He added. 

Eclipse gasped before throwing his head back with a yelp. He wheezed and covered his mouth, attempting to prevent Sun from getting what he wants: Confirmation. But oh god, was it difficult! The desperation to laugh was almost agonizing! But the last thing he wanted was for Sun to figure out that he and Moon share a tickle spot! Maybe if he holds out long enough, he’ll stop! 

“Oh?” Sun looked down, and noticed Eclipse’s hand placement. A little smirk filled his face. Ooooh, he could have fun with this~ 

Sun looked up. “I guess this one isn’t very ticklish, huh?” Sun asked, acting none-the-wiser. “Maybe this other knee is worse?” Sun asked as he switched to his left knee pit. 

Not expecting this change, Eclipse accidentally let out a whimper and a snort. Widening his eyes, he tightened his grip on his own mouth and began to pray that Sun didn’t hear him break. 

Oh, but Sun heard it. He heard it loud and clear. But why let Eclipse know that, when he could continue to toy with him instead? That sounds so much more fun! “Looks like this one isn’t very ticklish either!” Sun reacted, moving his fingers away. “I could’ve sworn they could be ticklish!” Sun exclaimed as he stroked his chin. 

Eclipse let out a slow, but comforting breath. God, that was close…But did he do it? Did he convince Sun that he’s not ticklish?!

“Well that’s a shame…looks like I was wrong.” Sun mumbled aloud. “I guess you’re not ticklish there like I thought.” Sun added. 

Eclipse was flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe it! It worked! It actually worked!! 

Oh…but Eclipse quickly realized the truth…and it was all revealed to him the moment he felt skittering fingers against both pits of his knees.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!” Eclipse tried to reach up to stop him. “WAHAIT!” He shouted. 

“Sorry Clipsy~” Sun watched Eclipse crash down the moment his fingers moved primarily to the right knee pit. “But liars don’t get to have mercy! At least, not yet~” He teased more. 

“aAAAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAMMIHIT!” He threw his head back with a long, slightly evil cackle. 

“Ooooh! So it looks like those eeeevil cackles of yours are more genuine than I expected!” Sun reacted. 

“SHUHUT UHUP! YOHOHOHOU-” Eclipse screeched as the left knee pit was attacked next. 

“Ah ah ah, Careful of your words, Clipsy~” Sun teased. “We don’t want you overdoing yourself, do we?” Sun warned in a playful tone. And yet, that playful tone almost made the warning sound a lot more intimidating. Whether this was his intention, is up for debate. 

But all Eclipse could worry about was how overwhelmingly tickly this was. Everything in him wanted to fight him and get out of this as quickly as possible. But the other part of him knew that resisting may make Sun go worse on him. And on another hand…

This punishment could’ve been a lot worse…He had to give Sun credit where credit was due. Never in his mind, would Eclipse even think about using tickling to subdue someone. And…Oh my god, it actually works! And it almost makes him want to take the idea and use it against Sun. Maybe with this strategy, Eclipse could weaken Sun enough to take control of his body and follow through with his original plan. But for now, Eclipse could feel himself getting tired. So as much as he hates resorting to such extremes, he needs to ask for mercy or beg for him to stop. 

“HAHAHAHA! SUHUHUN! MEHER-MERCYHYHYHYHY!” He shouted at him. 

“Oh, what was that?” Sun reacted with shock. 

“MEHEHERRCYHYHY! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” He yelled to Sun. 

Sun chuckled and stopped his fingers. “Fine, fine. You can have a break.” He gently lifted Eclipse up by his back, and placed him onto the ground of the headspace. “Are you done with your special takeover?” Sun asked. 

“Yeah…I’m done.” Eclipse said with a hidden little smirk. He’s not really done. He’s just saying what Sun would like to hear, so Eclipse can get away without pushback. “I won’t try to take over.” He looked down more. ‘Yet.’ He said in his mind. 

Though Sun heard his extra word, he still accepted his decision. “Alright.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief. Though he knew the takeover would come eventually, Sun was just glad he had gotten the code under temporary control. This would give him more than enough time to come up with other ways to stop Eclipse’s eventual takeover. 

Sun took over his body again, and turned himself on. He opened his beady white eyes, and looked around the room. It looked like he was…on his couch in their hidden bedroom.

Wait…didn’t he shut himself down in the main daycare? Why is he on his couch? How did he get to his bedroom? 

Sun pulled himself off the couch, and noticed the blue blanket around his chest. And on the blanket, was a note: 

[Hi Sun. Found you sleeping in the daycare. Guess you didn’t make it to bed, huh?

Good night Sun. 

~Moon🌙] 

[morganbritton132]

Wait wait wait, in light of the recent update, I gotta ask - has Eddie ever passed out while getting one of his tattoos? I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that he's well known in a few of the local parlors, having new ink done every few months, and he's this badass middle-aged rockstar with jagged scars and covered in demonic imagery but all the artist just know him as Ed The Fainter and always have a cool wet towel and a bottle of water waiting for him. I also like to imagine that those times when Steve's there waiting for him, he and the receptionist or whichever artist is on break at the moment get a bet going about how long it'll take for Eddie to pass out / how long he'll stay out.

If this doesn't line up with what you imagine for the emtts feel free to say so and I'll just grab my headcanon and shove it into a different au, but I wanted to share in case you found it as endearing as I do :D

I love Eddie being Just Some Guy at his local tattoo parlor.

Like, the older guys that would’ve seen him in his heyday are just so used to this dork that it doesn’t even faze them when world famous guitarist Eddie Munson walks in for a tat. The younger ones don’t recognize him even if they do listen to his music.

It’s only after he gets popular on Tiktok that those guys are like ‘wait a minute is The Fainter with the pre-school teacher husband famous?’

Eddie doesn’t faint all the time.

There’s no rhyme or reason to when he does. He doesn’t have a problem with needles or with blood (at least in the quantity that you’d get with a tattoo), but sometimes he’ll just be chilling out getting a tattoo and the whole world will dip out from under him. He’ll wake up a bit later, soaked in sweat and confused.

He thinks it’s a bit embarrassing, but Eddie’s always been able to laugh at himself and make other people laugh too. It’s a bit of a routine for him when he goes. The whole shop makes a big show of getting him some water and something to eat, and they ask if he wants to take a break a lot no matter what tattoo he’s getting or where it’s placed.

The first time Steve goes with him to get a tattoo, it’s specifically to make sure he doesn’t get ‘Steve’ tattooed on his ass after Eddie lost a bet with Lucas. Eddie getting a touch up to an old tattoo and zonks out halfway through. Steve goes into full panic mode so now the shop has protocols for Eddie and Steve.

Once Steve learns that this is just something that happens (“Like at the blood drive, Eddie!” “Don’t remind me of the blood drive.”), him and Eddie’s main tattoo artist, Meg, always make a bet on if he’s going to pass out or not. Steve is scary accurate at this game which is good because Meg says she’s going to get him in her chair when he loses.

Also, Eddie has a series of tally marks tattooed along the top of his worst demo-bat scar. He adds to it every year and when Steve asks about it, Eddie just say, “That’s the number of years that I’ve been the luckiest man alive.”

There are thirty-five tally marks. If you were to calculate how many years that Steve and Eddie have been together, you’d get – “Thirty-six.”

“What?”

“We started dating summer of ’86,” Steve says, “That is thirty-six years ago. Summer of this year will be thirty-seven.”

“Well, ’86 had a lot of ups and down. Wasn’t really my year, was it, Steve?”

[red-writes]

Enji Todoroki x Reader

Summary: With your marriage arriving so soon, you and shoto needed to gain the approval from his father but with his approval came the old todoroki tradition: the father must sleep with the child’s future partner

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, forced sex, fucked up family dynamics, step-cest (reader is enji’s soon-to-be daughter in law)

Red’s notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for uber long and it’s so fucked up yet so hot I couldn't not share 

You’ve heard little about your soon to be father in law from Shoto. Little hints about him were sprinkled throughout your conversations over the years—but nothing important or noteworthy was ever shared. Having no information about the man you were about to meet was, for the lack of a better word, scary. Enji Todoroki. His name was shroud in mystery. Shoto could go on and on about his mother, brothers and sister. But when it came to his dad, not much was said.

Shoto seemed restless on the drive over. His jaw clenched, thumbs tapping away at the steering wheel. It threw you off, knowing that your usually stoic and calm fiancé was so nervous. Even now as you sat on the couch waiting for your father in law’s arrival his leg was bouncing up and down anxiously. Anxiety was a virus, it spread so easily and infected anyone nearby. Fear that lie dormant in your gut before began to bubble, you could feel the bile rising in your throat as the only door in the room opens.

You heard several pairs of footsteps walk in and your head rose to look at who entered. It was all of the Todoroki siblings. A sigh of relief escaped you as fuyumi, touya and natsuo join you on the couch. 

“Nervous?” fuyumi asks, her face genuinely concerned and you let out a nervous chuckle, “Like you wouldn't believe, Sho doesn't tell me much about my almost father in law so..” 

Touya, who is seated next to Shoto shoves him playfully, “Jesus baby bro, you're scaring my sister in law” he jokes and Shoto says nothing, eyes still planted on the floor. Natsuo mumbles something under his breath before getting up and leaving the room. It seems as if no one else heard with the way fuyumi and touya carry on about how they wish mom could meet you. It seemed like you were the only one who heard Natsuo. 

you should be scared.

The topic of marriage arose and fuyumi casually mentioned how she tied the knot a few years back and touya did as well mere months ago. 

“Is marriage an important family value or something?” you ask fuyumi and she hums thoughtfully, “I wouldn't say that, our family is more traditional than most, before a certain age we must get married” her clarification only makes you more confused. 

“How come Natsuo isn't married then?” you wonder, the room is quiet, the air is stagnant somehow it feels as if gravity is pressing down on your very soul at that moment. 

“He doesn't want to follow tradition.” Shoto states simply. You're turning to face him, you're eager to know more. 

“What could possibly be so frightening about marriage?” You say, voice lighthearted and curious. 

“It’s not tradition he's afraid of, it’s dad” touya says, fuyumi  glares at touya from across the couch and at that very moment the door is opened rather harshly. The handle bangs against the wall and the jarring sound makes you jump. There he is. That monster of a man is standing in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest as he walks over to where the two couches are settled.

He takes a seat in the one in front of you and the three todoroki siblings stand and bow, you fumble to follow behind them, your bow was late and sloppy while theirs was clearly organized and practiced. Enji Todoroki looks a lot different than you imagined. His hair was short and spiked upwards, blue eyes beady and cold, his frame muscular; outcome of having trained it up for years. 

“Shoto, I’m glad you decided to come, I’ve missed you my son” Enji says, his voice gruff and deep. It sends chills down your spine. 

“Father- there is much I want to say to you..” Shoto begins and Enji allows him to continue speaking, “I simply came here as a formality, I just wanted you to meet her, not for the ritual to take place” he says and you're confused, head turning to Shoto for some answers. 

formality? ritual? 

“If you think you intend to leave here without it taking place, you're mistaken.” Enji says, he stands and walks around the couch, his large hands rest on your shoulders.

“E-excuse me, Mr.Todoroki, what is the ritual?” you squeak out, you're sure if he was in front of you, you'd never have the courage to ask.

“Shoto, what the hell? You didn't even tell her about it before coming here?” Touya says, voice raising at his younger brother.

“I was trying to protect her..” Shoto whispers and that terrifying gut feeling you have is back, it gnaws away at your stomach until it twists into knots, you feel sick.

“The ritual, is one which takes place every todoroki wedding, to truly become a member of the Todoroki household you must become one with the name itself, to do that one must give themselves over completely to that names original owner” Enji says, his hold on your shoulders is released as your mind tries to desperately make sense of the words.

“What..I don't..”

“Put simpler, you must conjugate with me.” 

“Dad please...I love her..” Shoto begs and Enji huffs out an amused puff of air. 

“This is the only way, if you want to be married, then you’ll do as the tradition says”

Enji walks around the couch and stands in front of you, he holds out his hand and you place your smaller one in his, Shoto’s fingers run through his hair and pull on it anxiously. Enji slowly walks with you out the room. He takes you to a room that seems oddly placed compared to the others. You’re confused, you want to find shoto but his grip is so strong it silences any thought of rebellion instantly. He unlocks the door and inside is nothing, the room is completely empty except for a single bed.  

You’re completely unnerved. He let’s you go and shuts the door, he sits on the bed and pats the space next to him, encouraging you to sit. You do.

“Mr.Todoroki...I...I’m scared, what’s going on?” you ask, your eyes glued to your hands that stay perfectly folded in your lap.

“We’re going to have sex” he says straightforwardly and you lift your head slowly, waiting for him to say it’s a joke. But he doesn't.

“But- I’ve alway had plans on saving myself for Shoto...o-on our wedding night, I don’t want to disrespect your traditions but..I won’t have sex with my fiancé's father” you state, voice gaining a little bit of confidence at the end. 

He grips your chin in his hand, your eyes meet his and the look in them makes you want to run and hide, he isn’t a man. He’s a monster. 

“My dear, the moment you stepped foot in my house was the moment you lost your right to choose.” 

A knock on the door makes you jump as the Todoroki siblings file in one by one.  Shoto is last, his hair is messed up as if he’d been pulling on it relentlessly, his eyes are red and his cheeks are visibly wet. 

“Sorry..y/n I’m sorry, but this is the only way” Shoto whispers and he turns around, defacing you as his siblings approach where you're sitting and begin undressing you. Shoto flinches as he hears your screams of struggle and panic. He can feel his heart sinking into the depths of his gut and tears fill his eyes once more. You fight desperately to keep your clothes on but they tear them off of you, leaving you in nothing but underwear. Your eyes begin to water as you cover yourself up with your arms, trying to hide as much as your body as you can. 

“Now now, you should know who I am and what I’m capable of, surely you don’t think hiding yourself with those twigs you call arms will stop me” Enji gloats, narcissistically parading about his own strength. He tears your arms from in front of your chest and pins them above your head. The Todoroki siblings tie your hands with a dark red rope that feels itchy and rough against the skin on your wrists. 

Enji pries open your legs and leans down to be eye level with your pussy. The man’s serious face is enough to still your writing for a bit as he hums. One of his thumbs pulls at the lip of your cunt, exposing more of the sensitive flesh to the man’s beady cerulean eyes. His thumb presses down against your clit and you jump, a soft mewl escaping shamefully from your lips at the sudden touch. 

You hear a thud and see Shoto leaving the room and disgust for yourself fills your gut and all of sudden you could hardly breathe. You in took and exhaled shaky breaths and fuyumi takes a seat on the bed next to your head, she shushes you and pets your head softly. 

“It’ll be okay..shh don't worry” she says in a soft voice with a gentle smile and you look past her with tear filled eyes to see Touya standing against the wall with a hard-on pressing against his pants. 

“Please..help me I-fuyumi please” you beg and she presses a kiss to your forehead. Enji begins rubbing circles over your clit and your hips raise off the bed, against your own will. You shake your head back and forth with small pleas falling from your mouth as the coil of heat tightens in your tummy and just as you’re about to cum he pulls away and you whine. He chuckles, 

“Silly girl, don't you know you're only meant to cum for your husband?” 

You hardly get what he means but even so, the fact that you were going to cum just from having your clit played with a bit by the father of your soon to be husband was extremely humiliating and taboo, extremely taboo. And yet, here you were, cunt slick with your own arousal, pussy clenching anxiously around nothing as the desperation, the need, to be fucked was eating away at your morality.

Enji shuffled out of his pants and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety pass through you. You peered down from between your legs and saw the monster that was his cock resting between your folds. It was huge. Thick, with veins lining the shaft. The head of his cock was cherry red and angry, it leaked a few drops of pre-cum from the slit and you could feel the bile once again rising in your throat. The previous haze of arousal you had simmered down into a deduction of pure horror. You squirmed. Fat globs of tears and snot running down your face as an attempt to stop what was happening. But your movements were meaningless as he pressed the head of his cock against your weeping cunt and pushed in. You yelled. You screwed your eyes shut as he pushed in until he was fully seated inside of you. It burned and it hurt, felt like being torn apart. You yelled out for Shoto. You screamed his name as his father began roughly fucking you, not minding the calls of his son. 

After a while however, you cried not because of the pain but because of the pleasure. His cock was so thick he had no need for precision because he seemed to hit every spot that managed to melt your mind into a puddle of goo. Shamefully, your cries turned into ones for “Enji! Oh gods! Enji fuck me harder!” and less for your beloved Shoto. 

It felt sinfully good, sex with your fiancé’s father, the thought alone had your cunt squeezing down on the girthy cock like a vice. Your vision was blurring from the tears that began form in your eyes, every thrust he made rocked the bed into the headboard. Slick drooled from your cunt and formed a pool under your ass, the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust and you couldn't hold back the desperate plea to cum. Enji hissed as he announced the arrival of his own orgasm. You were teetering on the edge right as he came inside of you, leaving your cunt throbbing and unsatisfied as he pulled out. He stood up with and walked around the bed to untie you. 

He kissed your cheek, 

“Welcome to the family.”

[somethingvicked]

True love of mine part 9.

An Eddie Munson story

Stranger Things AU (no Upside-Down)

warnings: female reader, fluff, mentions of sex, fluff.

Chapter 8.

Now

Y/N

You turned around. Eddie stood behind you, his hands in his pocket, a small smile on his face. If you had thought he looked breathtaking on stage, it wasn’t even close to how beautiful he was up close.

“Eds,” you breathed.

Eddie closed his eyes briefly, as if the nickname in itself was a caress. When he opened them, they were wet. “Can… can I hug you?”

“Please,” you whispered and in the next moment you were in his arms, his soft curls tickling your cheek, the scent of him invading your nostrils.

“Eddie…” you started but he hushed you when suddenly there was a some loud (and clearly) drunk voices coming from the other side of the street.

“Listen, kitten. I… I don’t want to do this here. Do you… would you come with me? To my place?”

You couldn’t believe your ears and another time you might have teased him but when he looked at you with such sincerity in his eyes you could only nod.

“Yes. I want… want to be alone with you and talk.”

Eddie nodded and stepped back from the hug, but kept a hold of your hand as you walked to the staff parking lot of the club and to… a motorcycle.

Your mouth dropped as Eddie stopped in front of it and gave you a wide smile. “Welcome to your chariot, my lady,” he told you, and suddenly turned into the old Eddie from all those years ago.

You burst out a surprised laugh. “Eddie…! Wow, I… just… wow.”

“I decided to upgrade from the van after my second record deal,” Eddie told you. “But believe it or not – I still have it. Couldn’t get rid of it… too many memories.”

Now you had to swallow down tears. “That’s… yeah, I can relate to that,” you admitted, thinking of your notebooks and the gifts you had saved from him.

You held out your hand for him to see the cat ring, sitting on your middle finger. Eddie’s eyes widened.

“You… you kept it?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“Oh, kitten… my kitten,” Eddie whispered, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you all over again. “I’m so sorry. So sorry for hurting you like that. I know it’s not good enough but…”

You rubbed his back, pressing your face to his chest and you could’ve sworn you felt him tremble.

“God, we need to get out of here before I have a breakdown,” Eddie said. Still he kept hol of your hand while he straddled the motorcycle and gave you a helmet. “Take this.”

“What about you?” you wondered as you put the helmet on.

“I’ve got stuffing,” Eddie joked, pointing to his hair. “Sit down behind me and hold on tight. Place your feet there,” he instructed you and you quickly obeyed, feeling a bit nervous.

When Eddie turned the engine on and the motorcycle rumbled like a lion you tightened your arms around him and he gave your hands an encouraging pat.

Then he drove off. At first it was scary, seeing the city flash by in such speed but soon you started to enjoy it. Eddie’s warm back was a reassuring presence and he didn’t drive like a lunatic. A bit too fast at times but it felt more like he was eager to get home so you two could talk alone.

Finally Eddie turned into a road that lead to an underground garage of a large building and parked the bike.

Your legs felt a little wobbly when you stepped down, which made him smile in amusement. Then you two walked over to the elevator.

It was quiet on the way up, both of you knowing that soon the moment was here and it made you feel a little nervous. Eddie too, it seemed, since he was fiddling with his rings, something he had always done when he felt anxious in the past.

The elevator arrived on the right floor and Eddie led you through his front door.

You weren’t sure what you had expected but the apartment was clean, a few items lying around, but it just made it feel homely.

“Do you want a tour?” Eddie wondered and you nodded.

The kitchen was small with just a tiny kitchen table and two chairs, but the view was great.

The living room was spacious with a floor to roof window and a balcony. On the walls of the living room there were framed posters from Eddie’s tours, photos of Eddie with other bands – mainly those that he had admired so before he left Hawkins. There were also pictures of Eddie with Wayne, the few photos he had of his mother as well as a few with the old gang from Hawkins.

The new ones of Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Steve and Robin were all taken here in the city, you could tell. None in Hawkins. Edide had never returned there.

Seeing you watch the photos Eddie turned away, clearly ashamed and you took his hand, squeezing it, trying to bring comfort to you both.

Then, to bring the mood up, Eddie proudly led you to his studio. It was equipped with everything a musician could wish for, a collection of guitars hanging on the walls, but Eddie’s Sweetheart still had the place of honor, hanging over a desk, filled with papers which looked like song lyrics and music sheets.

You felt a tug on your heart when you saw that an old banner of Corroded Coffin hung above his desk.

Then he took you to his bedroom. The bed was wide, with black sheets, which made you smile. A few clothes thrown at a chair standing against the wall.

And then you saw it. On his bedside table… a photo of you two. It had been taken after Corroded Coffin had their first show at a club in Indianapolis – outside of Hawkins. Another band had canceled and through the channels the owner of the Hideout had given the suggestion of Corroded Coffin.

 Eddie was sweaty from his performance, holding Sweetheart while you rode on his back, clinging to him, your face bright with joy and pride.

You gasped and his eyes widened when he saw what you were looking at.

Seeing that photo made you forget everything about having to talk things out with Eddie, about the questions you needed to ask him, what he wanted to ask you.

Instead you all but threw yourself into his arms and he lifted you up, hugging you tightly as you finally, finally kissed each other after all these years.

The kiss was first slow and loving, both of you pouring out all the feelings you hadn’t been able to speak about for so many years.

But it soon turned hungry. Eddie slid his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own, making you whimper as your fingers tangled into his hair to press him closer.

Soon enough you both had to break away from the kiss in order to breathe but Eddie immediately lowered his head and started to kiss your neck, knowing how much you loved that, how feral it made you.

You slid your hands beneath his shirt and pulled it off, making him growl in annoyance that he had to pull away from your neck.

You admired his pale chest, littered with new tattos. He was still lean but you could see the outlines of muscles now.

Eddie made short work of your blazer and top, groaning when he saw you in just your bra, smashing his lips to yours again, unhooking your bra and tossing it somewhere in the room.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “My beautiful kitten. Always the most beautiful.”

You felt your insides melt as you leaned forward to press kisses to his chest. “Eds…”

“I know, kitten. I know. I feel it too.”

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked the small distance to the bed, tumbling down on it with you underneath him.

Still kissing you, Eddie tugged on your jeans and you lifted your hips to help, using your feet to kick them to the floor.

Eddie sat up to unzip his own pants and you supported yourself on your elbows, just looking at him and how beautiful he was before you started to remove your panties.

Eddie stared at you with undeniable lust in his eyes but you were just to far gone to let him go down on you right now. You needed him and it seemed he needed you just as much.

“Later I’ll do this the way it’s supposed to go,” Eddie muttered, finally throwing his own pants and boxers into a corner. “Right now, I… I just…”

“I know, Eddie. I feel it too,” you told him, echoing what he had said earlier.

 The sexual elegance and all the arts of it had to wait. Right now it was just about becoming one again.

And when Eddie finally sank into to you, making you both sob out of both pleasure and love, it truly felt like you had come home after a long journey.

Then,

Hawkins, 1983

Y/N

Eddie seemed calm and excited but the other guys were nervous as hell. The bar wasn’t big by any means, but compared to the Hideout it was huge and held way more people.

“You guys will do great!” You said, beaming with pride.

“Thanks, kitten,” Eddie said, giving you a kiss, making the other guys groan and whistle.

You hoped that focusing on your and Eddie’s cute moment would take the nerve of them for a moment at least. 

Then they were called out and the guys quickly disappeared from behind the stage, walking through the curtain. You hurried around so you would be able to see.

This was on a Thursday – hence why Corroded Coffin had even stood a chance being stand-ins – so the bar wasn’t completely filled but again, compared to the Hideout it was way more than the guys and you were used to. The crowd gave a luke-warm applause, although you more than made up for it.

“Evening,” Eddie said into the microphone, “we’re Corroded Coffin and we thank you for listening to us tonight.”

Then they started to play. They were going to play five songs, two of them were their own – you had helped them write the lyrics on both of them – but the rest were songs from other artist, those the guys felt secure with one from Ozzy Osbourne, one from Metallica and one from Creedence. That was Eddie’s gift to you and you couldn’t be happier for him to honor you.

The boys were great, they made no error whatsoever and you couldn’t contain the burst of pure joy when they finished, jumping up and down while you clapped your hands and cheered.

Eddie actually blushed as he smiled at you. “Thank you for tonight. See you all!”

Once again the applause was halfhearted but you didn’t care. You flew backstage to the guys.

“It was amazing! And Eddie, it’s like you were made to stand on stage.”

It was. The other guys were good, but Eddie… he had a certain energy when he was playing his guitar and singing, it was like something otherworldly had taken presence in him and he was channeling all that energy to deliver the message that he wanted. This was his element. He was born for it.

You couldn’t wait until he had put Sweetheart down, so you jumped on his back, making him let out a gasp at first and then as you hugged him tightly he laughed, hugging you back with his free arm.

“My two best girls, huh?” he said, patting Sweetheart while he kissed your cheek.

“This is a keeper,” Jeff said and took out his camera. “Say ‘lovebirds’ you two!”

“LOVEBIRDS,” you and Eddie all but yelled as the flash went off, capturing that moment forever.

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[ukrfeminism]

A new survey of female cyclists from the London Cycling Campaign has unveiled the relentless abuse women are subjected to on London’s roads. Now, a new petition (link below) is calling on the Mayor Of London to take action.

If you’ve never done it before, the idea of cycling in London can be intimidating. Wrapping your head around all the different routes and cycle lanes can be confusing, and the roads are particularly busy and crowded. But these are things that get easier with experience. What doesn’t get easier is having to deal with abuse – something nine out of 10 women who cycle on the streets of London have experienced, according to a new report. 

The research from the London Cycling Campaign, which aims to make cycling in London safer and more enjoyable for everyone, is based on a survey of 1,000 women who travel by bike in the capital. It found that 63% of women experience abuse from other road users at least once a month, with that abuse including verbal, sexual and physical attacks – including women being groped or slapped on their bikes while stopping at traffic lights. 

Women were also concerned about the safety of cycle routes and the infrastructure currently in place, with nine in 10 saying they would start to cycle or cycle more if they had safer cycle routes – for example, protected cycle tracks – for their journeys. Currently, over half of the women surveyed said they were forced to choose between cycling on busy roads without any safe space or through isolated, quiet or dark places for their journeys.  

The campaign group says these experiences – especially the on-road abuse – have a knock-on effect on the number of female cyclists in the city, where two-thirds of the daily cycle journeys are currently taken by men. And the survey backed this up: over 20% of the women said they’d given up cycling, temporarily or permanently, because of abuse. 

Stylist’s deputy editor Ellen Scott knows all too well how scary it can be to cycle as a woman in London. “I cycle to and from work and I love the freedom of it, but every commute has at least one dangerous moment: most often male delivery drivers on their bikes speeding past or cutting you off without warning,” she says.

“I had an incident a few months back where a male cyclist pushed past me and another woman while we were stopped at a red light. He did it so forcefully that I was shoved off my bike and left with a massive bruise. 

“And it’s not just other cyclists, of course. I was egged while riding my bike by some people driving past in a car. The same week I had a man in a van chase me while shouting out of his window because he thought I’d gone through a red light (I hadn’t).” 

Strong Women editor Miranda Larbi has also faced unwanted attention as a woman on the road. “Cycling is a massive part of my life, and I truly believe that it’s improved just about everything – my mental health, concentration, fitness and mood,” she explains. “In the winter – when it’s not raining – cycling is straightforward, but I’ve found that in the summer you tend to get quite a bit of unwanted attention. 

“Just when it gets warm enough to cycle in shorts and a vest, that’s when the horn beeps and shouting starts. I’ve even had a bloke run up to me at the traffic lights and try to sit behind me on my saddle. Men have tried to run after my bike or kerb crawl in cars alongside me. I’m not intimidated but I can see how that would put new cyclists off.”

Following on from the survey, the London Cycling Campaign has put together a petition calling on Sadiq Khan, the Mayor of London, to take urgent action to improve women’s physical and social safety while cycling in London. The suggested changes include providing more high-quality cycling infrastructure so women feel safe cycling on their own and with children, and working to measure and reduce the abuse women are subjected to.  

The petition, which is still available to sign, also calls for local cycle networks around schools and businesses to be improved to encourage more women to use cycling as a way to get around their local area. 

The final petition will be handed to a representative from the Mayor of London’s office at the group’s central London LCC Women’s Freedom Ride on Sunday 3 March. 

“While more and more people are cycling in London and safe cycle routes are rolling out in many boroughs, there’s still too many parts of London where cycling isn’t and doesn’t feel safe enough,” Eilidh Murray, chair of London Cycling Campaign, said of the findings. “Women still face additional barriers to cycling and additional hostility when cycling.” 

Sophie Linden, London’s deputy mayor for policing and crime, also responded to the survey’s findings: “Every woman and girl should be able to enjoy the benefits of cycling in London without fear of violence and intimidation. Yet sadly, across the UK, we face an epidemic of violence against women and girls and today’s report demonstrates the significant impact this abuse and aggression is having on women cyclists.” 

She continued: “It is simply unacceptable, and the Mayor and I are committed to preventing violence against women and girls and challenging the attitudes that enable these behaviours.” 

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT 10 months: Big changes

Content warning: Dark tone, discussions of identity death

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Oh, right. I kinda forgot to write in this thing. It's certainly been a long time. I'm still not allowed at work, but I've been assured that I'm not going to be fired or anything. Apparently, they want to see if slimes have any roles in construction that would be less of a danger to myself and others. Not that I could go back if I wanted to, I've been having dizzy spells all day for the past week. It's probably some new change to my body. Oh my god, I forgot to write about the changes. There's a lot to catch up on, and thankfully, it'll all be positive this time!

First of all, I’ve been meeting up with the Doc every month, but this time he hasn't chewed me out for not writing in this journal, he thinks I'm writing out a new page every week. All I need to do is tell him what he wants to hear. It makes me wonder if I actually could have just lied about living as my preferred species for the past two years. Not that I ever really figured out what that meant (Should I have like? Absorbed my food through my skin??) Either way the Doc has never had anything important to say, it's always the same questions, a physical exam, and then he tells me what changes I should expect, and he's usually wrong. Like a few months ago, he thought I was going to gain translucent skin. Nope. Tongue is now made of goo. I mean, my skin started to change eventually, but, ok, let's just go in chronological order with everything that's happened so far.

So my tongue and presumably most of my insides have turned into a solid bunch of goo. It'll probably dissipate once the rest of my mouth changes too. It's made eating interesting. I don't have taste buds anymore, which sucks and drives me crazy sometimes, but now I don't have to worry about how gross health foods are. There are some other pretty big downsides though. I've had to change up my diet a lot to avoid blacking out, because yeah, that happened a while back. It's ok now. I think it was just a new body needing different levels of nutrition. It should be fine now, at least cause it hasn’t happened again.

The big change is my skin. It's finally began to change, the doc said my skin was supposed to transform into a translucent gel, but instead, I got a new gooey layer to my body that gets cloudier and cloudier every day. It's just on my limbs at the moment, but it's been spreading outward as time goes on. It’ll probably cover me within the next month. There's definitely some change going on underneath, but I can't say I know what that might be. It can definitely hurt like hell from time to time, but I got used to the pain, and I mean, that means it’s working, right? I’m finally becoming a slime. Really, truely a slime!

To be real for a second though, things have been really scary. It's been great and all to see progress these past months, but it's terrifying not knowing how the changes will go. This is a brand new treatment after all. Not a single other slime has developed the way I have, and it seems like that doctor doesn’t even know how it’s supposed to work. These dizzy spells and headaches have been getting worse lately, and every new change seems to have some sort of downside. Don't get me wrong I still want to be a slime, but it's been…

1 week later

Doctor Hans: "And that's the last of your journal. It's a shame to learn you've been lying to me about your notes. Perhaps things wouldn't come to this if you'd been more studious."

Mayday: "It was your faulty medication that made me pass out. Besides, I've blacked out before, I don't see why this is such a big deal. Not like we can do anything about it, right?"

"You didn't wake up for three days! You could have died if your friends hadn't brought you here! Your brain started dissolving Ms. Mulberry! You’re growing new organs that we know nothing about! It could be a replacement brain, or it could be a cancer. Without proper study, your very life could be in danger, and despite what you may think of me, my top priority is the safety of my patients. I am sorry for the damage I’ve done to you already, but I’ll have to cancel your prescription for now."

"What? Y-you can’t do that?! You think that it's ok to just remove my happiness? This has to be illegal, right? You can't just do that? You can just use the normal slime medication, right? The kind that other slime I met used, that’ll be fine, I’m ok with that, I don’t need to shift my texture and color, it’s fine!"

"No Ms.Mulberry, it isn’t fine. Putting you on a different HRT even for a slime could lead to catastrophic results, It’d be more dangerous than having you continue with your current prescription. I’m sorry, but I can not allow you to continue with your transition until we know it will be safe. I’ll just need more time to study the effects. It hopefully won't take long. The CT scans we've gained have been quite helpful. If you're lucky, you can continue transitioning in six months."

Dr. Hans laid out the photos in front of me. My bones were barely visible, and my organs were either gone or transparent. Half of my brain was missing and replaced with what looked like a stomach with plant roots twirling out of it. Terror struck me the more I looked. A person's insides were never something I could handle well, but seeing my brain being a half and half abomination was a horror I couldn't look away from.

"Is it safe to let it stay like that? Shouldn't I keep taking my treatment so it fully forms into whatever this core is? Sure, a lot of this stuff has hurt, but isn't it more dangerous to just leave me halfway?"

"Ms.Mulberry… Preliminary psych exams have shown that you've sustained a significant amount of memory loss. A normal slime would have the brain dissolve near the end of their transition, with specialized cells acting as neurons and allowing the whole slime to act as one brain, the HRT for them is designed so that the neural pathways of the brain transfer over to the new pathways of a slime. But your body doesn't have the gel to do that. If whatever you have is a new brain, then it's clear it's not copying your mind correctly. It's very likely you would forget your entire life if this process continued. In the best case scenario you’ll be left with some memories and irreparable damage to your life. Worst case, complete identity death."

"So that's it, there's nothing for me. I'm going to stay like this forever. Just half a slime that doesn't fit in anywhere. No job, no community, alone, isolated, afraid, and damaged. Is starting over from scratch really that bad?"

"Please think of how your friends and family would feel. It's not like they'd abandon you. You can wait until I make sure your mind won't disappear, and then continue your medication. There is a chance you won't fully transition after such a large gap, but it will be worth it, I assure you."

"I'm so tired of doing things to please others. I don't even remember what my job was or what my father looks like. Why should I care about other people when I won't even remember them? Why should I care about this stupid life I have if the universe is just going to hurt me over and over again. Can't I be selfish about one thing in my life. I just want the one thing that will make me happy. Isn't that what we're taught. To fight for what is right? Being a slime is right for me. I don't care about the cost."

"If that is what you wish, you have that right. I legally can't let you continue your treatment until we know it isn't life threatening, but you have the right to start taking it again after another three weeks of observation. If you truly do not care about the consequences of your transition, that is. I only ask that you spend this time thinking things through."

"I will..."

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Fight The Feeling - Part 12 Pink Or Blue

Summary- You and Jack finally find out if you're having a boy or a girl and Jack talks to the baby for the first time while you're asleep.

You and Jack took the next few weeks to relax and take a break. You two had pretty much been working non stop between both of your careers over the last couple of months, so it was nice to have time to do whatever you or Jack wanted to do. That didn’t mean either of you completely stopped working, Jack still ended up at the studio periodically, you had fittings for fashion week that you felt were pointless because you were pregnant and changes had to be made every single time you went in. 

While you and Jack had not gone any further than the few small kisses you had shared, you had both been staying at each other's apartments more often. Truthfully, Jack just didn’t want you to be alone. You were almost 6 months pregnant, and while you felt comfortable staying at your apartment alone, Jack didn’t. Jack wanted to be able to help you and that was easier for him to do if you were staying together. You weren’t officially moved in together, but Jack spent more nights in your apartment than his own. 

You both had been putting off finding out the gender of your baby, not because you weren’t excited. You and Jack were ecstatic to find out if you were having a girl or a boy, but you didn’t know how you wanted to find out. Originally your best friend Madison was going to throw you a gender reveal party, but you decided you wanted to do something just you and Jack. 

You weren’t sure where you would be with your relationship to Jack at this point, but if someone would have told you that you would be sitting in your living room about to find out the gender of your and Jack’s baby, you wouldn’t have believed them. 

Madison had taken the envelope that your doctor had given you with the sex of the baby included, to a bakery to get cupcakes with either pink or blue inside. She had dropped them off in the morning, leaving quickly before she spoiled the surprise. 

Jack had stayed over the previous night, originally intending on going back to his own apartment after stopping on his way home from the studio to check on you, but since it was late, you didn’t want him driving home. 

“So we just bite into the cupcake? That’s all?” Jack asked, he was terrified of doing something wrong and messing it up.

“Yes, that’s all you have to do. There’s icing inside with either pink or blue, then we will know if we are having a boy or a girl.” You said, resting your hand on top of your bump.

“Okay.” Jack nodded. 

“You’re nervous aren’t you?” You asked and Jack nodded slightly. 

“Yeah, I don’t know why.”

“It’s scary to know that in a couple of months, we’re going to have a son or daughter. It’s okay to be nervous.” You told him.

“What do you think? Boy or Girl?” Jack asked.

“I think girl.” You said as you felt the baby kick. “Let me see your hand.” You said, Jack held out his hand so you could guide it to where you felt the kick. You had been feeling the baby move, but Jack hadn’t been able to feel it yet. This time though, the baby kicked again, exactly where Jack’s hand was. “I think the baby agrees.” You said and Jack smiled.

“Then I think I better guess girl too.” Jack joked. “It’s so weird that we made a little baby. There’s going to be a person, that’s half you and half me. I’ve had moments where it feels real, but I don’t think it will truly feel real until the babies born.” Jack said and you nodded.

“I feel that way too sometimes, it’s hard to imagine that in a couple months we are going to have a baby. It’s obviously real, but I think it’s normal that we feel this way. Especially because even though we want and love him or her, we weren’t trying to have a baby.” You said.

“It just terrifies me. I fucked up our relationship, what if I fuck up being a dad?” Jack sighed, running his hands through his hair. 

“Hey, look at me.” You said and Jack hesitantly looked into your eyes. “You didn’t fuck up our relationship, if you had, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Yeah, but cheating was a pretty fucking big mistake.” Jack interrupted. 

“I always knew I wanted to have kids with you. I always knew you would make an amazing father. Nothing you’ve done to me makes me think any differently. Even though you’ve made mistakes, you’re trying to fix them. You’re trying. That’s all we can do, is try our best. It’s scary, I’m terrified too, but I know we can do it.” You reassured Jack, you saw his eyes start to water, but he used the back of his hand to rub his eyes before any tears could fall.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I should be the one comforting you.” Jack said.

“I’ll comfort you now, as long as you comfort me when I’m in labor and have to push this baby out.” You joked and Jack nodded.

“Deal.” Jack smiled at you.

“And continue to get me my cravings at 3 in the morning.” You said, Jack laughing softly.

“I can do that.” Jack smiled.

“Pinky promise?” You held out your pinky and Jack held his out in response before you intertwined them, both of you laughing.

“Pinky promise.” Jack repeated. “Ready to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl?” Jack asked, picking up a cupcake and handing it to you.

“I’ve been ready since the doctor gave us that envelope.” You said and Jack laughed.

“Me too.” Jack agreed as he picked up his own cupcake. You both agreed to count down from 3 before biting into the cupcake. 

As soon as you both bit into the cupcakes, you saw pink icing inside.

“Holy fuck, we’re having a girl.” You said, your eyes tearing up. Jack wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug, his eyes tearing up too.

“I don’t think I could be any happier.” Jack said, but he knew he could be. It wasn’t that he cared if the baby was a boy or a girl, because he didn’t. The only thing that could have made Jack happier is if you were still his girlfriend, or based on his plans before you broke up, you probably would have been his fiance by now. But he was trying, and like you had said earlier, that's all that he could do and that’s what mattered.

“You are going to be the best dad that our daughter could ever want.” You told Jack as you both pulled away from the hug.

Later that night, you and Jack went out to dinner to celebrate finding out the sex of your baby, or realistically, neither of you felt like cooking, and you both wanted to get out of the house for a little bit.

Plus, Neelam and Claire had suggested for you and Jack to do some sort of public appearance before Jack had his Grammy’s appearance and you had fashion week. While you and Jack were in a better place than you were at the beginning of your relationship arrangement, Claire and Neelam were still trying to get the most publicity out of your relationship that they could. You were both glad that they toned it down because of your previous relationship and the pregnancy, but since they were in charge of both of your careers, that still had to come first for them. They were at least letting you two have some more freedom and choice in what the two of you did.

That night, Jack stayed over at your apartment, and even though he didn’t always end up sleeping in your bed when he stayed over, sometimes he slept on the couch or in the guest room, that night he did. Jack couldn’t sleep, so he was laying next to you, with his hand resting on your bump, feeling the baby kick or move occasionally.

Jack sighed softly, glancing over at you to make sure you were asleep, which you were. Jack had downloaded an app recently that tracked the baby's growth throughout your pregnancy, and he recently saw that the baby should be able to hear sounds, like Jack talking. While Jack had never talked to the baby before, he figured now would be a good time.

“I’m terrified to become a dad. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to meet you and become a dad officially, but as excited as I am, it’s a lot scarier than I thought it would be. I just want to be the best dad that I can be for you. You have an amazing mom though. So even if I screw something up I know she’ll be able to make up for it. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s forgiving, she’s beautiful, but most importantly she’s caring.” Jack whispered, being careful not to wake you up.

“Your mom is the best person I've ever met by far. I love her more than I ever thought I could love someone. I know I messed things up between her and I, but I’m doing everything, and I will continue to do everything I can to get her back because I don’t want to love anyone else but her. I also don’t think I could. I think if you didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have even had a chance to get her back, so I guess I owe you for that. We’ll figure something out later.” Jack joked.

“I’m sure you’ll have a lot of questions for us when your older about our relationship, and we’ll have an interesting story to tell you at least, from dating, to almost proposing, to broken up, to fake dating, and hopefully back to dating, and eventually instead of almost proposing, I’ll actually be able to do it this time. All I know is that if I get her back, I’m not letting her go this time.”

“I also know that there are a lot of people excited to meet you. Your mom and I, your grandparents, your uncles, your aunts, and so many more people, it would take me too long to name them all. With your mom and I’s careers, you’re going to be born into a bit of a hectic lifestyle, but we’ll always do what’s best for you. Plus, there is a lot of love that comes from our careers, and I know you’re already receiving a lot of it, even just counting the people we work with, because your mom and I agreed to try our best to keep you out of the public eye until you can decide what you want.” Jack said.

Jack continued to talk for a few more minutes before he felt a kick.

“Okay, I don’t know if you’re telling me you like me talking to you, or if you want me to be quiet and leave you alone so you can sleep.” Jack joked. “But since it’s four in the morning, I think I’ll let you sleep.” Jack said, before finally falling asleep a few minutes later.

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[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 3

Being in Charming again was strange, but above all it was scary. You had been out of the city for about five weeks, and now you were afraid that they hadn’t missed you or that they didn’t want you back. But it was too late to back out.

“Are you ready?”, Creeper asked you, rubbing your back tenderly.

As you didn’t have a car, Neron had offered to drive you to Charming. He was wearing a jacket over his kutt because it wasn’t a good idea for a Mayan to be seen in SOA’s territory without giving them a call first. For this reason, he had stopped his bike a few blocks from the Teller-Morrow workshop.

“I am”, you answered. “Thanks for taking me here. And for everything else.”

“It’s been my pleasure.”

The reality was that you were going to miss him, which wasn’t appropriate to say out loud or it could lead to misunderstandings.

“May we meet again”, you added instead. “And call if you ever need a hand. Even if it’s just to talk.”

“I’ll do”, he nodded. “The same goes for you, love.”

“Okay. I’ll do it too.”

Creeper was the kind of man who always looked after his people. And even though it was a goodbye for now, you already were one of his own.

With nothing more to say, you gave him a heart-felt hug which he did not hesitate to reciprocate. No words were necessary, so after a last smile, he took his bike and drove back to Santo Padre. Once you were alone, you took a deep breath and started walking down the street with a clear destination.

It was getting dark by the time you arrived at the TM, which was already close. However, their bikes were there, so you assumed they´ll be inside the clubhouse. Your heart beat so fast you thought it would explode. And for better or worse, one of the Sons had already seen you as he was sitting outside on the wooden table.

“Look at who we have here!”, Tig exclaimed. Both of you walked towards each other until he was able to welcome you with an embrace. “When have you come back? Come in, boys will love to see you.”

You didn’t have time to talk or even think again about whether this was a good idea or not because Tig guided you directly to the entrance. And his arm was still around your shoulders when you crossed the door, so you couldn’t run away.

“I have found a lost bunny outside, brothers”, was Tig’s way of announcing your return. And while you were telling him not to call you that, the rest of the boys came to give you a warm welcome.

For a few minutes, it was all hugs, questions about how you were doing, and sentences assuring you that they had missed you and were glad you were back. The situation changed when you caught Happy’s eyes on you. Even his brothers understood they should give you some space, so they went to the bar counter to take some beers. Only then, Happy slowly walked towards you, leaving half a metre between the two of you.

“Hey”, you said.

“Hey”, he responded.

Suddenly, you felt the atmosphere colder and a stronger stomach ache due to nerves. Anyway, nothing could change the excitement you were feeling for seeing him again.

“I’ve missed you.”

Happy tensed his jaw and, for a moment, you thought he was going to kick you out. Instead, he put one arm around your back to keep you close and rested his head on your shoulder regardless of the height difference between you. He wasn’t hugging you, it was more like he was looking for some kind of comfort from you. Like a child who has been hurt.

“Cut the bullshit you two and came with us to celebrate Y/N is back home”, Chibs said, which was enough for Happy to give you back your personal space.

“You just want an excuse to get drunk”, you responded while following Happy’s steps to the bar counter.

“Don’t see the problem in there, love”, he added.

A few hours went by while you were drinking and catching up. They told you some anecdotes from these days that you missed out on, and you answered their questions and told them some things about Santo Padre, the city and his people. You tried not to mention Creeper’s name just in case as you focused on telling them more amusing stories. One of the few times you mentioned Mayans was to make fun of the fact that they thought at first you might be some kind of spy.

With the intention of breath some fresh air after the heat you had experienced in Santo Padre, you went outside to smoke a cigarette. However, the person who decided to join you at the wooden table kind of surprised you.

“Tired already?”, Chibs asked you while lighting his own cigarette.

“A little bit”, you responded. “It’s been a long day.”

“Will you go home?”

“Where else?”

“Just asking”, he added, shrugging his shoulders.

“I know you have noticed that something’s going on between Happy and me”, you said. “He has barely spoken to me. That makes it pretty obvious.”

“He has barely spoken, but he didn’t take his eyes off you for a single moment”, Chibs pointed out.

“Yeah, I know.”

He took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly released the smoke before continuing to speak:

“When you left, he lost his head, Y/N. He banged all the croweaters he could at first and started drinking more than usual.”

It wasn’t nice to hear the great number of chicks in which Happy had had his dick in, but you couldn’t reproach him for anything. Not after what you had done with Creeper adding the fact that you weren’t exclusive at all.

“But then everything got weirder”, he continued. “He pushed away every single hoe that tried to get into his pants. And he was in a bad mood most of the time. I mean, more than usual. He also started sleeping in the clubhouse some nights, alone, as if he didn’t want to go home.”

“What the fuck does it all mean?”, you asked him, slightly confused. After Chibs words, there were so many conjectures in your head that you needed someone to confirm or deny them.

“What the hell should I know? I’m not in his damn head, Y/N”, he answered back. “But I’m not blind or stupid. I understand why you left as well as I know how much Happy cares about you. So, put your shit together.”

“You are so rude, Pres, but I get your point.”

Chibs smirked and shook his head.

“I just want what’s best for y’all.”, he assured you before the door opening caught your attention. “I think is my time to go back inside.”

As Chibs walked towards the door, Happy walked towards you, so their paths crossed. You saw Chibs muttering something to Happy, but you couldn’t make out what it was. Moments later, it was just Happy and you out there looking at each other.

“I’m gonna go home”, he announced. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Happy just nodded in response, so you made your way to his bike. After he sat down on it, he offered his helmet to you.

“Thanks”, you muttered before taking a seat behind him. You had been away from him for so long that even this small distance made you nervous. In any case, you hugged him on the back, as you always did.

Your journey home was shorter than you expected. This could be because you would have liked to have more time before arriving at your destination, where you would have no excuse not to talk.

“I’ve never felt this way at home before”, you said due to both of you were in the middle of the living room looking at each other but without saying a single word.

“How?”

“Awkward.”

“Want to go?”, he asked you.

“No.”

“Want me to go?”

“No, of course not”, you assured him.

“So, what do you want?”

“Don't know. Talk, maybe?”, you suggested, slightly ironically.

“You should talk. You were the one who left.”

“But I left because you didn’t…”, you didn’t finish the sentence, but Happy frowned anyway.

“Because what?”, he growled.

It was time. If he wanted you to talk, you would tell him the raw truth.

“I left because I was hurt. Because seeing you banging randoms chicks under my nose was hurting me”, you said loud and clear. “I love you so fucking much that it hurts, Happy. But you have to tell me. You have to tell me that you don’t feel the same so I can move on.”

Your eyes were watery, but you didn’t shed a single tear. You have practiced this conversation in your head too many times and now you had to keep your composure. Crying would make nothing better.

“So, that’s why you’re here”, Happy pointed out. “You want to hear what you want and leave again.”

“It would be the most reasonable. But I want to move on, not to leave you.”, you acknowledged. “What I have realised is that being away from you is even more painful, Happy. And I would rather have a little of you than none at all, but I can’t keep waiting for something from you that will never come.”

After you stopped talking, Happy remained silent for a few minutes. You were thinking that he might be looking for the right words to reject you when he took something out of his kutt pocket and gave it to you. Frowning, you unfolded the folio to find something that made you frown even more.

“What’s this?”

“A hotel. Halfway between Santo Padre and Charming”, he briefly explained to you. “I booked a room. For us.”

“What? Why?”

“I told you. I thought the trip would be good for you. That some time alone would be good for us”, he added. “I didn’t expect you to stay at Santo Padre.”

“I had no fucking idea, Happy. How was I supposed to know? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You took your decision. I didn’t have to make up your mind for you.”

You were wordless. Of all the things you thought could happen, this wasn’t one of them. And for once in a long time, it was his turn to speak his truth.

“I’ve never had an Old Lady or any of that bullshit. I thought I'd never want it, but you are so fucking annoying”, he said, pretty mad. “You hurt me too abandoning me, but still all I could think was that I wish you were safe. And this house was so fucking lonely it sucked. So, I’m sorry if this’s not what you wanted to hear, but I fucking love you, Y/N. Call it how you want, I don’t care, but just don’t leave me again.”

Two tears had run down your cheeks at his confession. You had to take a deep breath before you could walk towards him, feeling your whole body shaking.

“I know I was wrong. It was wrong to try to push you away. To try to convince myself that it wasn’t something more”, he continued even though you were now inches away from him. “But I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. This is not like anything I’ve ever done before.”

You brought your hands to his face, gently cupping it as you gave him a soft smile.

“I’ve never thought I'd say that, but for once, stop talking, Happy.”

Happy pursed his lips, completely serious, and waited not knowing what for. Your heart ached again, but this time the reason was different. You left because you weren’t on the same page, when in fact you were.

“I didn’t have a fucking clue when I left Tacoma to come to Charming with you either. The only thing I did know was that I wanted to be with you”, you assured him. “That’s all that mattered then and that’s all that matter now.”

As soon as you finished the sentence, you kissed him, as you had wanted to do since you first saw him in the clubhouse. And when he felt your lips on his, he put his arms around you to reduce the distance between your bodies. The passion with which you kissed each other was high, but you both needed more.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and Happy quickly gave you a hand to get rid of his kutt and shirt. When you felt his warm skin under the palms of your hands, you bit his lower lip with desire.

“I’ve missed this so much”, you muttered, but the sound of your shirt being torn confused you for just a few seconds. “You had no need to do that!”

But all you could see was his mischievous smile.

“I do needed it. I’ve missed you too.”

From that moment onwards, you could no longer contain yourselves. Your clothes were scattered on the living room floor, and your lips would be swollen from so much passionate kissing. You had left wet kisses and bites all around Happy’s neck and his fingertips would probably be marked on your skin by then. You didn’t even waste time on going to a bedroom or, at least, to the sofa. Instead, Happy cornered you against the nearest wall and wrapped one of your legs around his waist. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he plunged himself down inside you and stayed like that for a few seconds.

“Shit. I’ve missed you so fucking much”, he panted.

As his movements became wilder, the only thing you could do was sink your nails in his back and his shoulders, moaning like you wanted the whole world to hear you. Happy knew everything about your body, but your body also reacted differently to him than to anyone else. Everything was better with him. And it wasn’t just your body, it was your mind and your heart too. Every single part of you was in sync with Happy. And in some moment, the three words you had never said before during sex escaped from your mouth.

“I love you.”

You had said those words to him many times. For instance, every time he went on a mission, because you cared so much about him and wanted him to be safe, but you’ve never said that when you were hooking up. It would have been out of place. But now, in that moment, those words meant all the things you couldn’t express any other way.

“Again. Say it again”, he growled.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much”, you repeated as it was a mantra while his thrusts got harder. “I love you more than my life. More than everything. And I’ll love you forever.”

With those words sounding close to his ear, accompanied by your moans, and burying his head on you neck, Happy got his release. You could tell by the way his muscles tensed and his fingers sank into your thigh and hip.

“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“It would be a sweet death at least”, you responded. “But now I really need to sit down. My legs are shaking so badly I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand on my own when you let me go.”

You went straight to the sofa and didn’t do a single thing except catch your breath. The only thing Happy moved from the sofa for was to get the packet of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket. And as he lit his, he did the same with yours.

“It’s been quicker than usual”, you pointed out.

“Fuck you. It’s been a while”, he defended himself. “Besides, I've all night to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Sounds tempting”, you nodded while biting you lower lip. “But I'd like some timeout. Do you want a beer?”

“Please.”

You spent some time talking calmly about the last few weeks you had been apart. You spoke of trivial things, but also of cloying ones, such as the times when you had been on the verge of calling the other to talk for at least a few minutes. You had to mention that you had spent a few nights with one of the Mayans from Santo Padre, but without explicitly saying that you had been fucking. However, Happy wasn’t the right person to blame you for anything either. Instead, you told him that Creeper had helped you find a decent room in a considerably better motel, and that he had given you a couple of recommendations for nice places to go and places to avoid. After the talk, you went to Happy’s room this time, and once there you took your time to give each other a few more orgasms. Maybe with that pace you could make up for the lost weeks. Having finished such and intense and exhausting activity, you could easily have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the fact that, odd as it may seem, Happy still wanted to talk.

“You know how this life is. The danger. Why do you still want to be with me?”

“During the years, I've learnt to understand your life. What the kutt means and everything that it involves”, you responded. “Dangerous or not, it’s your life. You chose it and I respect it. And I love your brothers. They are my family now too.”

“But I’m gonna die, Y/N. Someday. For my club”, he added.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“It’s a possibility.”

“So, I could die too someday. You know that what I do to earn money isn’t safe either.”

“You won’t die as long as I’m here.”

“Maybe. But what if we die? Everybody dies. And I prefer to spend the time we have together. No matter what.”

“Sounds good”, he acknowledged. Anyway, he still had doubts. “But I’m fucked up. You can’t deny it.”

“Of course you are. You are as fucked up as I am.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I don’t give a shit about what differences you see”, you answered back. “I may be one of the people that knows you better, the good and the bad. And I still love you. You’ve never scared me. I see you, Happy, and I still love you with all my heart.”

“Thanks”, he muttered. “For loving me despite everything I am and everything I do.”

“Cut the bullshit”, you growled while hitting him with the right amount of force in the ribs. “You are talking like a crybaby.”

“Sorry”, he answered, this time with a slight smile on his face. “I just don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Okey. Fine.”

Happy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table and made himself comfortable on the bed, pulling you towards him so that your head rested on his chest.

“So, are you gonna be here, right?”, he asked you in a soft voice while his hand caressed your still naked body. “Tomorrow morning, I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here”, you responded tenderly. “Tomorrow morning and every other morning. I’m not going anywhere anymore.”

“Sounds good.”

“Sounds perfect”, you pointed out.

←Part 2 // Part 4→

[shieldofiron]

Because the Night (Belongs to Lovers)

Billy Hargrove x Eden Bingham for @st-rarepair-roulette

Also on ao3 and the full ao3 collection is live now let’s show love to some rarepairs!

—-

“You have anger issues.”

She said it, but she didn’t seem too upset about it. Her cool fingers brushed through his curls, sending shivers down his spine as her nails softly scraped his scalp.

“That a problem?”

Eden didn’t reply, at first just humming slightly, “Not upset about it. Just an observation.”

They were parked out in the desert, the endless blanket of the night sky just visible in the windows of the camaro. He’d hated Utah when he drove up, upset that he would have to be stranded in this nowhere place while he got his transmission checked out.

Now he was putting off driving to California, even though it had always been the plan. Because of this girl, this beautiful angry girl.

He shifted, gathering her just a little closer, “You could do with some anger issues. I hear you talk about your folks. Don’t you ever just want to… scream at them?”

“Of course. All the time," she said. “They just leave me to deal with everything. Why have a bunch of kids if you don’t want to spend any time with them?”

“What will they even do after you graduate?” He asked, brushing his lips against her shoulder. It was dark, but he could still see the pale glow of her skin in the barely there light of the moon. It was how she was meant to be experienced. She was made for this, made to be touched and held. She was made for moonlight, which was crazy, because he’d always loved the sun. Night usually meant nightmares, his dad’s anger, loneliness.

Until now. Until Utah, and Eden, and the moonlight changed everything.

“Oh.. who knows. Probably try to turn Suzie into their little nanny,” She scoffed. “I can tell they've been getting nervous since my birthday. I know they want me to just marry some nice Mormon boy and stay in Utah and fester. Fuck that.”

“You should do something crazy,” He kissed along her shoulder, up her neck, laughing slightly as she squirmed.

“Your mustache tickles, dick.”

“Do something about it, Morticia,” He whispered.

“If I’m Morticia-” She broke off with a broken gasp.

“Well I do have the mustache,” He kissed up to the lobe of her ear, “You drive me wild. Isn’t that something he says?”

She squirmed against him, waking him up for another round. He ground a little into her thigh,

“You should do something crazy,” He whispered, because she made him crazy. “You should run away with me.”

She froze, shoving back at him, “What the fuck, Billy?”

“I…” He swallowed. “I mean it. Fuck them. Come with me.”

“To California?” He couldn’t read her tone in the darkness, couldn’t see her face to tell if he’d fucked everything up. His stomach fell.

“It wasn’t-”

“Okay.”

“Wait, what?”

“Okay. I’ll run away with you.”

He knew she hated it but he leapt up into the front seat to turn the car on, the light on. She blinked, looking grumpy and rumpled and adorable, her dark hair a fuzzy dark halo around her pretty pale face.

“You will?”

“Yeah,” She smiled, still blinking angrily, “will you turn that shit off before someone sees that we’re out here.”

“Eden. I’m serious.”

“So am I? I’m eighteen, you’re eighteen. I want out of this town and I…”

They both just looked at each other for a moment.

“I love you, Eden,” He said, because he thought she might say it first, but he couldn’t wait. “It’s crazy, because I’ve only known you a few weeks but you… you just…” He could try to explain it. The way the night wasn’t scary anymore, because it belonged to them. The way she was angry, not like how he was angry, but how he loved that. Wanted her to have everything she wanted, wanted to watch her slay her own dragons. Wanted to take her home and see her pale skin in the sun, in the rain, every night forever and ever.

“I love you too, Billy,” She smiled, “Now turn out the light, and come here.”

She gathered him close when he finally awkwardly wrestled back into the backseat, wrapping around him like the night sky.

“I love you, Billy. Let’s do something crazy.”

—-

This fic made me cry writing it they have no ao3 tag so give them some love

[lalalussuria]

winter break

i’m pulling the salmon out of the oven when i hear a knock at the door. i open it up and there he is. i give him another long hug, my arms wrapping around his neck. “i’m so glad you could come! katie’s at her parent’s house until the day after christmas so i’ve been pretty bored” i’m not wearing the same skimpy outfit, i’ve got low waisted shorts on and some thigh-high socks. i know he can’t wait to sink his teeth into my thighs. “i hope you don’t mind, i changed into more comfortable clothes” i bring the salmon to the table, some grilled asparagus on the side, and we begin eating. “can i get you anything to drink? i’ve got water, dr pepper, mikes-“ he requests a mikes, it’s going according to plan. i’d never get him drunk before any of this, i’m above that, but i’ve got a plan. “oh, i’m back on tinder, yeah ahaha, katie and i decided to completely open up the relationship.” he has three mikes. “oh, i can’t let you drive just yet, you just barely had three drinks, that’s not particularly safe, don’t you agree? we can watch a scary movie. ‘tis the season, right?”

we cuddle up on the couch, like friends do, and we turn on a horror movie, i place my legs over his lap and can feel his bulge already. i can tell he’s trying so hard to just watch the show but his mind betrays him. he instinctively begins running his hand up and down my thigh. he stops just an inch short of my panties. i can tell he’s trying to figure out whether or not to risk it. i adjust the way i’m sitting so his thumb is right on them. i let out a short gasp, as if i wasn’t expecting this. i reach and turn his face to me. “yes?” “oh gods, yes.”

we begin kissing passionately and he pulls me to his lap. straddling him, i rub myself against his ever-growing bulge. he pulls my shirt off and looks to me inquisitively; i quickly undo my bra and throw it across the room. his mouth is quickly planted on one tit, while his hand is occupying the other. one nipple, twisted, teased, and pulled, the other being bitten and sucked. the noises escaping my mouth are some that i haven’t made in quite some time. as i frantically grind against him, my hands make their way to his zipper. i look into his eyes, waiting for confirmation. he immediately picks me up and throws me to the beanbag.

his pants are around his ankles by the time he makes his way to me. my shorts are off but my panties are still on. he pulls them aside and uses my thighs as earmuffs. it’s better than i remember. i begin gasping and moaning again. he pulls my panties off and stuffs them in my mouth, “quiet.” i nod. without warning, he thrusts himself inside of me. the makeshift gag barely muffles my yelp. he takes my throat in his hands and begins applying pressure. soft, at first, but growing tighter with every thrust. he pulls my legs over his shoulders and i can feel every inch. black spots encroach my vision. normally i’d tap out, but not today; i’m having too much fun. eventually i go limp and black out. when i come to again, he’s still going, but my hands are bound. it takes a few more thrusts before he’s done. all according to plan.

he pulls himself from me and i attempt to sit up. he grabs me by the throat and forces me back down. “i’m not done yet” this time his fingers and mouth are working together. the first time it happens i almost pass out, by the second i’m closer than before, at the third i’m begging. “please please please” i gasp through the gag; he looks up pulling the panties from my mouth, “please what?” “please, it’s too much” “too bad” he smiles and then thrusts himself inside of me again. “i know you planned this, you know?” he looks me in the eyes “come on, i saw right through you from the moment you waved at me in the coffee shop” all i can reply are gasps and yelps as i nod my head. “well, it’s what you want, and it’s what you deserve” he thrusts deeper and deeper. he grazes my throat with his fingertips and my mind goes blank. “now there’s a good slut” he can definitely see it in my eyes.

he withdraws and pulls me to my knees. i know what to do. i take him in my mouth and lift my hands to assist. “no” he says, sternly. he grabs my hair and forces himself deeper down my throat. although i’m gagging and tears are running down my face, he simply continues. he lays on the beanbag and motions to his lap with his eyes. i sit down and begin riding him. i’m taking my time, i want him to suffer as i did. he grabs my hips and forces me up and down at his own speed. i can feel myself close, he knows that i am, and he slows down again. once again flipping me to my back, he pulls my thighs over his shoulders and enters me. he begins slowly but i can tell he’s losing control over himself. he speeds up, my yelping growing louder. he’s close, i’m close, and he finishes inside of me. i’m shaking and twitching.

he pulls up his pants and covers me in a blanket. we lay down together, my hand on his chest, and i fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. when i wake up the next morning there’s a note next to me on the beanbag “i love you, but that was the last time.” i smile to myself, we both know that’s not the truth

[vampylily]

In honour of manifesting international dates for tourdust 2024 (2ourdust 2 furious), here is Joe's phone interview with a publication in Korea about their upcoming performance in 2013 for Pentaport Rock Festival. (source.)

[T/N: May contain errors, I am not a professional by any means.]

Q: This is your second visit to Korea after your visit in 2009. How do you feel?

Joe: I had a good time on the first visit, so I’m looking forward to it. It was a shame I didn’t get to look around as much as I wanted because the schedule was short. One of my close friends was raised in Korea and has family there, so I’ve always wanted to visit Korea. 

Q: Any memorable moments from your last visit to Korea? 

Joe: It wasn’t as foreign because I grew up in an area with a lot of Korean people. When we were traveling Seoul from the airport, we crossed a really long bridge and that was impressive. I remember thinking it was cool as we were driving across the bridge. Also, Koreans are very friendly. 

Q: “Save Rock and Roll” was No.1 on the Billboard album chart. Did you expect it? 

Joe: I didn’t expect it at all. Because it was the album we released after a few years of hiatus, I was expecting a small, fan-centered reaction. It came to a surprise to all of us that so many people were interested in us. 

Q: We know you guys are making a series of music videos. The plot development is getting intriguing,can you give us a hint about the ending? 

Joe: There’s going to be surprising plot twists. Each episode reveals new storylines, but I don’t want to spoil the fun (by giving hints about the ending.) What I can say is that while questions will be answered one by one, there will be questions left unanswered at the end even after watching all the videos. It’ll be left up to the interpretation and the imagination of the viewer. Unlike “Lost,”  most plot questions will be answered. 

Q: This album has been a commercial success, but it is also being well received by the music critics. What were you focused on when you were making this album? 

Joe: We talked about the direction we wanted to take in the future after we got together to work on the album, and everyone agreed that we wanted to show how we were progressing as a band. We decided to maintain our unique colour, but not make something similar to an existing album. 

Living as an artist is a very scary thing. We have to meet the general public’s expectations of us, but also, how can we call it art if we keep on repeating and rehashing the same style of music. I’m not saying we’re a great band, but when you look back, all the great bands have tried something new with their music. The best part about working on the new album was rediscovering our innate uniqueness. That was a difficult task. 

Q: What is your favorite song from the new album? Or a song that you would recommend to Korean fans? 

Joe: It’s been changing, but the first song I liked the most was “The Phoenix.” Listening to the finished track through the speakers was memorable. The song I’ve started to like recently is the title track “Save Rock and Roll.” It became a favorite after we started to play it live in our performances. We play the song faithfully to the original song on the album, but it feels special everytime we play it. 

If we look at all the tracks individually, the song that shows the album’s personality the most is “My Songs Knows What You Did in the Dark.” So, if I were to recommend one song, it'd be “My Songs,” or “Alone Together.” 

Q: What can Korean fans expect from this performance? Is there anything special planned? 

Joe: I think the most important point is that we’ve recharged as a band. If fans from the 2009 performance saw us again, they can expect a more energetic performance. At least, personally, I’ve started to enjoy performances more energetically after a hiatus. That’s why I’m looking forward to this performance. I look forward to the day I’ll be performing in Korea. 

Q: Any words to Korean Fans. 

Joe: I’m really excited to see you guys on stage for the festival. I saw pictures of people waiting in front of the stage without umbrellas even when it was raining. I hope it rains on the day we perform. We’re ready to show our best performances.

Photos from Incheon Pentaport Rock Festival 2013:

Translation of Pete's interview in 2009: here.

[finn-macuncool]

I’m just gonna ramble here bc I can lol.

I had a great time at the Beast in Black concert in Seattle! It was actually my first time ever doing stuff in Seattle (I’ve technically been there before but just at the airport and train station).

My thoughts on the trip:

I had to drive 5 hours out which honestly wasn’t too bad, cruise control is my best friend lol. It suddenly got super rainy in the pass, which is expected of Seattle, but it was a bit scary going through that with very windy roads. Very beautiful scenery tho.

Seattle roads are AWFUL. I HATE the way they are set up, they make the roads in my town look logical, which is saying a lot.

I accidentally got there a few hours earlier than I expected, so I just sorta shuffled around the Fred Meyer and got a Starbucks coffee bc I had a gift card lol. I was surprised to find that every establishment I went to had codes on their bathrooms. Like I knew Seattle was hostile to its homeless population but damn.

The whole trip I had to constantly decide if I looked more feminine or masculine and which bathroom was probably safer for me, which is exhausting. I was wearing a good amount of jewelry but I forgot to shave or else I could’ve easily more passed as feminine, but even with a little bit of beard scruff people generally still used she/her for me (I use he/they but it’s whatever).

Now the concert bit:

It started raining in good ol Seattle fashion as we waited in line outside, and while I’m used to rain I did get quite soaked lol. My denim vest and flannel were pretty good at keeping me warm tho.

The venue was very very small, which was cool but it also got very warm very fast lol. I bought a t shirt before the show started, and had to wriggle out of my flannel at one point and tie it around my waist.

I went by myself bc I don’t have any irl friends who like metal, but I was quickly “adopted” by this one group of friends which was fun. I got very close to the stage, like only one row in front of me, which is helpful bc I’m short lol. The opener was Dance With the Dead, which is only instrumentals, no vocals. But surprisingly they managed to keep the energy up the whole time, and they definitely loved what they were doing. I forgot to bring ear plugs, but one of the guys next to me offered me some after I mentioned that lol. The guard at first thought he was giving out drugs but he showed that they were just earplugs lol. I was starting to get really tired tho, since I had driven 5 hours and was standing and jumping and head banging a lot. I was feeling a little dizzy and hoped I didn’t pass out before the main event.

Then Beast in Black finally came out, and somehow they managed to completely rejuvenate me lol, I had so much more energy. At one point I did take the ear plugs out again so that I could fully experience the music (and they were causing a weird buzzing sensation in my ears).

Ahhhhhh they were just so fantastic!! So much fun, so much energy, very interactive and humorous. Someone brought a whole bunch of mini Finnish flags and they were pleasantly surprised by that. The whole crowd was very energetic too, and not really any shoving like I’ve seen at other concerts. Someone handed them a plastic cowboy hat and they all took turns wearing it lol. They said that they do plan on coming back to Seattle again, and I’ll make sure to go again bc it was such a good experience. Maybe by then I’ll have convinced more friends to like their music lol.

After that I drove to the nearest rest stop and slept a bit in my car, then went back home. I’m very sleepy now but in a good way.

Here’s the shirt I got, and I’ll probably make a another post with the videos I got (I only got two videos of the choruses of some of my favorite songs, but I didn’t get any more bc I just was really in the moment)

[zoe-and-quinn]

Whumptober Day 1

Safety Net / Swooning / “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Alternative: 09. Drugging

TW: implied transphobia, implied drugging

Georgia hardly felt the chill October air as she waited by the mailbox, so focused was she on the road. Being out late at night was always scary for her, but this was different. Somehow, she was convinced that the world knew she was about to escape, and seemed bent on preventing her from doing so. Not only had she tripped on the stairs on her way down from her bedroom, duffel bags in hand; not only had the front door creaked louder than it did in old horror movies; not only had the family dog start barking like she was bent on breaking in instead of breaking away; but now, her phone was dead.

She sighed, straining her eyes to see further down the long, winding road of the rural neighborhood. Al had promised to be here at 3 a.m., and it was looking like he would be late. Not that she knew for sure, she reminded herself. It wasn’t like she could check the time.

Even a minute of waiting opened up space in her brain. As much as she tried to preoccupy her mind elsewhere, it stubbornly kept returning to the one thing she wanted to avoid thinking about. That's the thing about brains: they like to think.

Georgia’s brain was particularly bent on thinking about the exact expression her mother had made earlier that night, the disgust in her father’s voice when he said she was his son. She had known they wouldn’t accept her, but she was an adult, goddammit. She deserved some basic respect. To be listened to and considered instead of yelled at like a child.

Alexei had listened to her rant, as he always did. They had been friends on discord for a few months, and Georgia had never met anyone who listened as well as he did, giving support and comfort at just the right moments. That night, however, he gave her something even better.

He gave her a way out.

Finally, the bright glow of headlights rounded the corner, blinding her momentarily. She brought her hand up to shield her eyes as the black truck pulled up next to her. She took a few steps back, onto the lawn, to get a better look at the person behind the wheel.

There was no need, though. The door opened and the driver stepped out, a tall man with half bleached hair and a concerned expression.

Al.

They had called before, of course, and even video chatted a few times, but it was different to see a person right in front of you. It was easy for her to forget that the person holding all her deepest secrets was flesh and blood, and not just a collection of pixels on a computer screen.

But here he was. Real. Real and ready to take her away.

“You ready, Georgie?” 

She nodded without hesitation.

The first part of the drive went by in a blur. Driving through the streets she had grown up with for the last time, so familiar and yet so foreign in the darkness, was a surreal experience. Once they were on the freeway, her mind cleared a bit, and she turned to Alexei with a smile.

“I… I can’t believe it. I’m out.”

“You are,” He said with a grin. “Did you leave the note?”

“Yup. They know not to expect me back.”

“Serves them right. I brought you some food, if you’re hungry.”

He reached into the back and pulled out a mcdonalds bag, grease soaking through the paper in a leopard print pattern.

“Mostly thirsty,” she said, accepting the bag gratefully. Alexei pointed to a drink in the cupholder with a smile.

“I got you a sprite.”

“You are literally a lifesaver,” she said with a smile, sticking in a straw and taking a huge sip.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly.”

Georgia turned to him, confused. His tone worried her, and she took another sip nervously. “What… what do you mean?”

“You saved yourself, Georgie. I might have helped, but you’re the one who’ll bring about your future.”

She sighed in relief. “Yeah, I suppose so. Sorry, I’m just… nervous.”

“That makes sense. But you don’t need to be nervous. I’ve got you.”

They drove in silence for a while, Alexei focused on the road and Georgia watching the blurry lights fly by. But… it wasn’t just the lights that were blurry.

Suddenly, everything was spinning in and out of focus. She gasped in surprise, and Alexei looked over.

“Everything ok?”

“I… I don’t… everything is spinning, and I can’t…” Georgia closed her eyes as pressure behind her eyes built up in a painful burst of light.

She dimly registered Alexei pulling over, shaking her shoulder, calling her name. He was holding her upright, pushing her into a position where she wouldn’t fall over.

“Georgia, open your eyes, goddammit! I need to make sure I don't use too much, I haven’t used this one before…”

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Al leaning over her, concern on his face. The world was spinning, but he seemed to get some comfort out of seeing that she was conscious.

“How many fingers am I holding up, Georgie?” She saw his hand, swaying a foot or two away from her face. Was his hand swaying, or was she? It didn’t matter.

“Four…no, three?”

He put his arm down and smiled. Something about his smile chilled her right down to the bone, but she couldn’t place it. “Good enough,” he said, retreating back into the driver’s seat and buckling himself in. “Go on and close your eyes, Georgia. I’ve got you now. No need to fight it.”

Some small voice in her said that something was wrong, that she needed to fight and get out of this car. But the voice was so quiet and the world was still spinning, and so Georgia closed her eyes as the car pulled back onto the road. And as she let herself drift into comfortable oblivion, she told herself that at least she had escaped. She was out. 

She was free.