#are begging to if you seek amy

[lawc4tboy]

love me, hate me, say what you want about me

[save-the-villainous-cat]

a touch starved hero x a flirty villain who teases them about how they lean into their touch 😈 (ps. this is the first ask I've sent you, may I be 🍒 anon? if that's taken then 🍇 or 🧋? lmk <3)

“This doesn’t seem appropriate,” the villain whispered. Although the content of their words might have suggested otherwise, they weren’t concerned. At least, that’s what their smirk told the hero.

“Am I a shitty hero for saying I don’t care about that?” They leaned down to let their lips ghost over the villain’s neck. In a sense, it was warfare. They wanted the villain to make the first real move, so the hero could say later that it wasn’t their fault. That they had been seduced. That it hadn’t been them, the hero, who had wanted to sleep with the enemy.

They needed that kind of excuse, they needed to play dirty because, simply put, this was getting ridiculous. Their constant dreams and their stupid thoughts got in the way of everything. Whatever the villain had done to them, they needed them to finish it.

“Nah. It makes you quite attractive actually,” the villain said. Their hand found the hero’s lower back and they pushed gently, trying to get the hero to sit on their hips. Eventually, the hero did sit down but they wanted to be more provocative. They wanted the villain to actually start. “I just wish this could be more romantic.”

“I didn’t know you’re a romantic.”

“Well…” Instead of going further down the hero’s spine, the villain’s finger went up and stopped at their shoulder blades. The hero wanted to curse.

It wasn’t right, they knew that. They weren’t supposed to be attracted to their nemesis. They had hoped they could sleep with them once and get it out of their system, but fate didn’t seem to be that kind.

In reality, they had hoped some flaw in the villain could make them back off and lose all their feelings for them. But there was nothing.

The hero didn’t understand.

“…it’s our first time. I would have loved to take you out to dinner first.”

The villain hummed when they pulled the hero against their chest. It definitely came closer to satisfying the hero. They were lying on top of the villain completely now.

Admittedly, they were probably as red as a tomato. Their face was hot and their pulse was going crazy. They needed more.

They needed to touch the villain.

“Some quickie after a gala…” the villain said as their gaze dropped to the hero’s lips, “…that’s not really what you deserve.”

“Oh…”

“Hmm.” The villain combed through the hero’s hair with their fingers. Their other hand gently traced the little veins in their wrist. “Or am I wrong?”

“Please, just…” The hero couldn’t help but lean against the villain’s hand when it traveled from their neck to their face.

How was the villain so warm? How were they so soft? It didn’t make sense. They were supposed to be a source of chaos, a violent and cruel person…

“I wish you could come closer but I’m afraid there isn’t much space left,” the villain said. Their voice was suggestive enough to embarrass the hero.

Because, sadly, this close wasn’t close enough.

“If you have any solutions to that, I’d be grateful if you could guide me.” And then, the villain laughed.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. We’re not gonna play like that. I know what you’re doing. If you want me to do anything tonight, you have to initiate.” Again, their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips and the hero could’ve cursed them.

“You’re evil.”

“You’ve been all over me tonight. Touching my back all the time? My forearms? Trying to hold my hand? You clearly want me. Now take me.” The hero was fully aware of their burning face. They could barely keep eye contact. On the other hand, the villain seemed totally relaxed, completely calm.

“…did you mean that? That you would’ve liked to take me out to dinner?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” the villain asked.

“I thought all I wanted was to sleep with you. But maybe it’s more. Oh fuck.” The hero sat up on the villain’s hips. Maybe this was more. Maybe they couldn’t just sleep with the villain and call it a day.

What a stupid, stupid thing.

“Listen.” The villain rubbed the hero’s thigh. “If you want this tonight, you kiss me first and I oblige. If you want to go out first, I’m free tomorrow. It’s your call.”

“Is this some game?” the hero asked.

“Maybe.” They smiled. “You have to find out for yourself, I suppose.”

Stupidly, the hero had never been this attracted to anyone.

[essektheylyss]

Because it's the first song on my afternoon daylist, sometimes I just idly remember how Castle put its eponymous character intro to "Everybody Loves Me" by OneRepublic, and honestly, what an utterly correct choice.

[nuatthebeach]

if u seek amy by britney spears is ginny weasley’s national anthem so you best bow down

[ferrarialonso]

If U Seek Amy is TRULY The rbr seb song

[theblacksmudge]

That one post thats like 'mcr could do toxic and Britney could do mama' but instead of toxic its If You Seek Amy

[kimmberleeex]

If You Seek Eddie

NSFW, 18+ minors DNI; TW: obsessive, pervy fem reader x Eddie, use of “Daddy”, subtle dom/sub, spanking, oral (both m & f), etc.

**Special note: the title is a play on Britney Spear’s “If You Seek Amy” **

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You knew what you were doing was wrong, but a stronger part of you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like a magnetic force, pulling you closer…drawing you in. You were addicted to the boy and nothing you did would scratch the itch you had for him. If only you had the courage to speak to him, if only he would notice you. It would be different, maybe you’d be the center of his affections or at the very least, a casual fuck. At this rate, you’d settle for just about anything as long as it involved him. Here it was, just another typical Saturday night and you were glued to your bedroom window. Sitting in the dark so you couldn’t be seen, waiting to get a glimpse of the hottest boy you had ever seen. Your neighbor, Eddie Munson, whose bedroom just so conveniently faced yours.

He had just gotten home from what you had presumed was a date, however, he seemed frustrated. When you had heard the familiar whining of his van and the screeching of his breaks when it halted to a stop, you were unable to keep from peeking out of your living room window just to see him. Eddie hopped out of his van, slamming his door shut harder than usual. His hands balled into fists, a scowl permeated his face, and the gravel crunching loudly under his sneaker clad feet as he stomped up to his door. His wallet chain swinging off of his hip with each of his strides. You could practically see his trailer shudder once he slammed his front door shut. A large part of you wished you had the courage to go over, knock on the door, see if he was okay. “Let’s face it, you’re a coward.” You muttered to yourself as you slinked off to your bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light.

Peeking out from the corner of the window, hoping the one streetlight on your street wouldn’t tattle to him with your little perverted secret. Eddie’s bedroom window lit up, like a beacon begging for your attention. He still had that scowl seeping into his features, a beer in hand as slammed his bedroom door shut. He reached for something, his stereo began booming loudly with screeching metal as he flopped down on his bed. His shoes already had been kicked off, one of his toes peeking out of a hole in the material. Giggling softly to yourself at how silly it seemed, but quickly you covered your mouth. Too afraid that somehow he may hear you, even though it seemed impossible with how quiet you were in contrast to how loud his music was.

Eddie had grabbed his guitar from beside him, seeming to have left it on his bed, your eyes focusing on his thick and nimble fingers work up and down the fretboard. He was lost in concentration, his tongue poking out in the slightest way as it always seemed to do when he was focused on something. Oh how many times you had imagined that tongue on your body — inside of you. Clenching your thighs together at the thought, you cursed under your breath. Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye, you look back up to see Eddie standing now. With a swift motion and one hand, he pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned torso that was littered in delicious tattoos. Biting your bottom lip as you imagined tracing the delicate lines with your finger — with your tongue. A small line of hair beginning just above his navel and traveling down and disappearing into his blue checkered boxers that were now hanging over the waist of his jeans. The belt he wore doing little to conceal them, which you were always thankful for.

One hand was wrapped around the aluminum beer can, he takes a long gulp of the alcohol as his other one quickly unbuckled his jeans. There was something so attractive about the action and seeing the veins bulge out in his arm with the simplest flex of his muscles was always the hottest thing you had ever seen. A whimper escapes your lips unwillingly as he sets his beer back down to slide his tight, dark jeans down his legs. His pale white legs were littered with hair, his crumpled boxers that were bunched up high on his thighs were now settling almost halfway to his knees.

He looks out his window and for a moment it feels like he may see you, your heartbeat thunders in your veins as you wait for him to get mad, mortified, appalled…something. Instead, he just smirks to himself as he looks down at his feet. Titling your head to the side, you’re curious to know what that smirk is about. Eddie lays back on his bed, one arm propped under his head like a makeshift pillow. His hand, which was still clad with all of his rings, starts lazily tracing patterns on his chest and slowly begins its descent down his stomach. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, you instinctively lean closer to the window, afraid you may miss something.

When Eddie’s fingers started creeping into his boxers, you couldn’t help the small mewl escaping your lips. Wishing so badly that you were the one that was touching him. His bottom lip sucked in between his perfect teeth as he palmed himself underneath the thin material. Your arousal was beginning to pool in your panties at this point. It all felt so wrong to watch him when he’s so unaware, but something felt so right at the same time. Your hand subconsciously slid into the thin fabric covering your pussy which was already damp with your slick arousal.

Eddie’s lips parted, you could only assume a moan escaped those beautiful, plump lips. How badly you wished to hear it, you imagined him moaning your name as your finger swirled over your aching clit. Your soft moan filled the silent room, your eyes still glued to him. His hand retracted from his boxers, the tent he was pitching made you gasp softly at the length. As if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he granted your wish and freed his hard cock. It was long and thick, even in all of your fantasies and dreams you never imagined it would be so pretty. The head was a darkened pink, it was hard to make out far away but you could swear it was glistening with pre-cum. What had him so worked up?

Your finger now circling your swollen bud with new fervor at the gorgeous sight, your moans filling your darkened room. Eddie’s veins in his hand were bulged out as he fisted his cock, you matched your pace on your clit to the thrusts of his hand. Occasionally he would spit into his palm and continue, it was so sexy…so dirty. The longer you watched, the more obsessed with him you felt. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. The color of his cock turning a darker shade of pink as he edged himself closer to his release, you felt that familiar tightness in your belly. Imagining it was Eddie touching you, imagining you were touching him — riding him, kissing him.

Holding onto the window sill for fear of your knees giving out from the intense pleasure that was building up inside of you, Eddie’s hips were thrusting up into his hand so that he was fucking his fist. As if it were synchronized together, the first waves of your orgasm began rocking through you as Eddie tensed up and shuddered. Long, stringy ropes of his cum spurted up, coating the back of his hand and stomach. Your body quivered as you soaked your hand and your underwear, cursing under your breath. “Fuck.” The both of you were panting softly from the exertion of your release. Eddie leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping his cock off roughly. Chuckling softly to yourself as you discard your used panties and toss them into your hamper. That’s when Eddie pulled his boxers back up and turned off his light. Sighing softly as you went to get ready for bed yourself, you cursed yourself being too chicken to just talk to him.

The following Wednesday, that itch was desperate for scratching. Eddie had his curtains drawn since his last ‘performance’ and you were needing more. Remembering that today was his Hellfire meeting because you had seen him chatting with his fellow members before you left school. He was running down the hall like a goofball, being overly dramatic about his campaign and making the other kids laugh. At this point, you knew Eddie’s schedule so well and knew he wouldn’t be home until late. The itch was growing louder with need in your mind, consuming every thought. You paced around your trailer, having an argument of morality and legality of what you were wanting to do. “You’re being fucking crazy….stalkerish….oh my god, what if he catches you?” You kept muttering under your breath.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and scrunching your eyes tight, letting out a sigh, mumbling, “Five minutes. In and then out.” Trying to establish boundaries with yourself as you prepared to do probably the stupidest thing you had done to date. The sun had gone down, the little trailer community was dark and quiet. You put on a pair of black shorts to combat the oncoming summer heat, and a black zip up hoodie, just praying no one would see what you were about to do.

Leaving your porch light off, you sneak out of your trailer and scurry across the street. Checking over your shoulders to make sure no one was watching before you slowly opened up the screen door to Eddie’s trailer. Knowing that Wayne was already at work by the absence of his truck so it would be empty. Your heart thundering in your ears as the hinge squeaks, your palms were already sweating as you looked around again. No one was looking outside, yelling at you, calling you crazy or asking what the hell you were doing. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Slowly, you turned the door knob which was unlocked, cracking the door and squeezing inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. Paying attention to Eddie well enough, you knew the door was unlocked all of the time because he kept losing his key.

The trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and beer, a real man cave with all of the hats and trinkets that adorned the walls. Chuckling to yourself, and shaking your head because this was so not his aesthetic but it clearly was his uncles. Slowly, you tiptoed through his trailer still somehow paranoid you would be caught even though it was currently vacant. Your hands lightly grazing against the walls as you felt your way around, a little scared to turn on any of the lights. Pulling a flashlight out of your jacket pocket, you keep it low to the ground so that the neighbors don’t call the cops because they think a burglary is taking place. The thought of that happening makes you shudder, that would be truly mortifying.

Making your way down the hall, you can see what is clearly Eddie’s bedroom. His door ajar and you could already see the band posters, clips from magazines, and records plastered on the walls. It was familiar to what you were used to seeing when you’d watch him at night, but it was totally different seeing it in person. Your heart fluttered as you slowly pushed the door open, your fingertips grazing over the different tapes and albums. Seeing his dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, you picked up one of his shirts. Holding the fabric up to your face and breathing in his scent — it smelled like cigarettes, weed, and faintly like the cologne he must use. A whimper left your lips, your itch being metaphorically scratched as you were getting what you were craving. Well, not quite what you were craving, but close enough.

Holding onto the shirt still, you walked around his room, noticing the condoms on his night stand which were opened. Sighing softly into the empty room, “Lucky bitches…”, you mumbled to yourself. You look up and notice the handcuffs laying there as well, the flashlight reflecting off of the silver surface. Your eyebrow quirks up with a smirk. “Naughty little bastard…” A small laugh escapes your lips that is suddenly cut short when you hear the familiar whine of Eddie’s beat up van speeding down the street. The heavy metal music growing louder as he got nearer. Freezing in place, your heart falls to your feet. You begin looking around for an escape route, and seeing none. “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Noticing his closet, you quickly stuff yourself inside, finding that it had more laundry that was piled up on the floor and you’re unable to close the door back all of the way. Trying to squeeze yourself into the darkest part of the closet, praying he doesn’t notice and goes to bed quickly so you can sneak out.

Eddie’s van screeches to a stop, the music cuts off abruptly and the screen door squeaks loudly as he swings it open. Your heart is thundering in your ears as you hear Eddie come inside. Hearing his keys jingle and scatter as he throws them onto the kitchen counter. The materials in the fridge clashing together as he swung open the door to grab what was presumably a beer. You jump slightly once the light in his bedroom comes on, making sure to cover your mouth to muffle any heavy breathing or noises you may make. The pop of the tab on his beer is loud and crisp, you hear the noises of him gulping it loudly. That’s when he comes into view of the small crack in the door. He sets his beer down on his nightstand, and he knits his eyebrows together as he inspects it. Something looks off to him, you can feel it. “What the..? That wasn’t there this morning. Wayne must have snooped through my room. Shit.” He muttered to himself, he quickly spun around on his heels as goes to search for something else. “Hope he didn’t find my stash…” You can tell he’s rummaging through things and then you hear a tin box open. “Okay, good.” He breathes a sigh of relief.

He comes back into view, you watch as he turns and scans the room to see if anything else is out of place. Your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you’re afraid he could hear it, the clamp of your hand tightening around your mouth to make sure you couldn’t be heard. That’s when his gaze falls to the crack in the closet door, worried that he’s seen you because it seems like he’s making direct eye contact with you. He slowly approaches the door, in your head you are screaming at yourself for being so stupid and doing this. The embarrassment already settling in because you were about to be caught. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion as he slowly grabs the closet door handle and swings it open. His eyes widen as he notices you, shriveled up against the furthest wall, clinging to his dirty shirt. It felt like your skin was on fire, your blood rushing to your face and even the tips of your ears.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing in my closet? Holding…my laundry?” A stern look was on his face, his eyebrows knitted with confusion and then his eyebrow quirks up into his curls, his mouth opening as his head tilts the side with realization. “Oh…” He looks you up and down, a grin now turning up the corners of his mouth which caused a little dimple to form in his cheek. “You freaky little perv.” He teases as he leans on his palm against the door frame, keeping you cornered in the closet. Your mouth drying up making it hard to talk and honestly you feel too stunned and embarrassed to speak.

“S-Sorry…I…I…” you begin to stammer, not sure what to even say at this point and you can’t even meet his gaze. He then reaches for you, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip which causes you to wince. Pulling you out of the closet, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. His grip on your wrist still tight, he can feel the pulse in your veins racing as his chocolate eyes bore into your own. His free hand reaches up and tucks the hair that was falling in your face behind your ear.

“Sit down on the bed.” He instructs you, his voice is soft but there’s this dominance in that you can’t ignore. Immediately obeying his request, you sit on the edge of the bed with your hands falling into your lap.

“E-Eddie, I’m sorry. I…I don’t have an excuse.” Trying to explain yourself to him but Eddie stops you when his fingers grip your chin softly, pulling it upward to force you to maintain eye contact.

“Now, now, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You don’t think I don’t know about your little crush on me?” Your heart drops to your stomach, honestly feeling as if you could throw up in that moment. You attempt to swallow the dry metaphorical ball that has made a home in your throat as he continues. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me?” He leans down, his fingers still on your chin as he presses his lips against your ear to whisper. “You’re not as invisible as you think you are babygirl.”

Your thighs clenched together, your heart falling further into your stomach as you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. He pulls back to look at you with a crooked grin on his face. His thumb tracing your bottom lip as he continued to torment you. “You looked pretty hot with your hand down your panties, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me again?’

His grip on your chin falls, his eyes glued to you. Your eyes widened at his request, your heart racing wildly. “W-what?” Your nervousness evident as you continue to stutter.

“Babygirl, I’m not a very patient man. Show. Me. Again.” His tone grows deeper with each emphasized pause between the words, his chocolate eyes growing darker as he leans down to your eye level. He unzips your jacket revealing your tank top, your full cleavage showing, his smirk returns as his fingers graze over your soft skin which sends a chill down your spine. Slowly, your hand slides into your shorts, your finger grazes your already swollen nub and you inhale sharply. Closing your eyes so that you can just focus on what you’re feeling.

“Aht, aht, sweetheart. Look at me.” His hand caresses your cheek, you look up at him with a soft whimper dancing off of your lips as your finger swirls a little faster. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his smirk never falters. Leaning down to your level again, his plump lips push against yours with a soft kiss. You could honestly melt into a puddle right then. His hand had moved to the side of your neck, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Getting distracted, you stop rubbing your clit and focus on his pillowy lips but he pulls away abruptly. Gasping softly at the loss of his mouth, you frown. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes were stern, his lips pursed together.

“S-sorry…” You whimper again, your finger continues to swirl around your clit, moaning softly as Eddie’s face lights up in delight.

“Good girl, making such pretty noises. I was wondering what they sounded like..” He kneeled down, his fingers hooking into your shorts, you gasp softly as the cool metal of his rings touch your warm skin. “Jus’ gonna take these off of you, babygirl. Need to see that pretty pussy.” You lay back and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts down your legs. He brings them up to his face, inhaling the scent of your arousal on your panties and groaning softly with need. “Fuck, you smell so good. And such a pretty pussy, I knew it…” He glides his hands over your thighs, spreading your legs, your slick folds blooming open for him.

His calloused fingers massage your thick thighs as you continue to rub your pussy for him, moaning softly, clenching at nothing — desperate for him to fill you. His bottom lip pinched between his teeth. “Fuck…need to taste it, baby. Can I?” His voice dripping with need, this was everything you always fantasized about and more.

“Mmf, please, Eddie…” you moaned softly as you removed your hand from your clit. Eddie placing wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, his groans vibrating off of your skin as he got closer to your soaked core, the scent of your arousal driving him crazy. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Making his tongue flat as he dragged it across your clit at an agonizingly slow speed, sending a jolt through your body that cause your hips to buck up into him — desperate for more contact. Eddie moaned with delight at your sweet taste.

“Mm…taste so good, baby…” His arms hook under your thighs, his hands gripping tightly as he begins to devour you. His lips engulfing your clit as his tongue methodically flicked over it, his moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. Your hands instinctively tangle in his curls, your back arching as you get lost in the sensations. The moans escaping your lips encouraging Eddie to keep going as his tongue licked up your slit, slowly sliding in and out of you to open your folds up for him as began to tongue fuck you. His tongue curling up to brush against that spongy spot along your walls. Mewling for him as he probed it over and over.

“F-fuck, Eds….feels s-so good…” you manage to moan out. Glancing down you see Eddie’s eyes staring at your face, they were half-lidded and his cheeks were wrinkled with a smile. He pulls away just far enough to speak, the loss of him causing you to whimper.

“Wanna make you cum on my face, baby.” Then he dove back in, his tongue taking turns from your clit to inside of you. The combination was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eddie was like a man starved as he continue to lap up your juices, moaning softly while he suckled on your clit which caused you to cry for him and grind your pussy against his mouth. He then unhooked one of his hands from your thigh and slowly began to slide his finger in and out of your pussy, going slow to allow you to stretch around his thick digit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as his finger hooked up and began putting pressure on that special spot. The coil in your belly was tightening and you felt like you could come undone at any moment. Eddie could tell with how you clenched him so tightly, this only encouraged him further.

“C’mon, princess…cum for daddy…” He murmured against your clit before continuing his assault, the sensations were overwhelming. Your thighs trembling around his face as he brings you to the brink of your release. The coil that was tightening in your belly snaps, your body shuddering as you let out a long, drawn out moan as the first waves of pleasure rush over you. Every atom in your body felt like it was buzzing as the waves kept coming. Eddie hums happily against your sensitive nub as he continues lapping up your juices, his darkened half-lidded eyes staring at you.

“E-Eds….please….too sensitive…” You whimper as you try to pull him off of you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

Eddie pulled back just far enough to speak, his lips still brushing against your tender flesh. “I’m not finished yet, princess.” The tip of his tongue drags upward along your clit, causing you to jump with a soft whine. The dimple in his cheek so defined as he smirked at you. “So fucking responsive…” He dived back into your wet heat with renewed fervor, his goal to drive you absolutely mad. Your body writhed on the bed as he quickly brought you back to the edge of another orgasm. Panting heavily with loud moans that bounced off the walls of his room. Eddie slowly eased a second finger inside your tightness, allowing your pussy to stretch around it. Groaning softly against your skin as he imagined how it would feel on his cock.

“F-fuck, yes, Eddie…godfuckingdamnit, yes…shit….fuck…” Exasperated curses as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your back arching off the bed. Your fingers tangled in his thick curls as your body quaked for him. He felt your pussy clench his fingers as the coil deep within your belly tightened. Your body shuddered once again as the coil snaps and you come undone. The juices of your essence flowing out of you as he eagerly lapped it up. Once your body finally calmed, he slowly pulled away and retracted his fingers. Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand, a wide grin on his face.

“Damn, angel.” He chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. Your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, slowly propping up on your elbows to look at his beautiful face.

“You are really talented with your tongue. You know that?” A breathy laugh slipping past your lips. A pink blush spreading across Eddie’s freckled cheeks, his grin never faltering as he leaned down to kiss you. “Eddie Munson, are you blushing?” You murmured as his lips contacted yours, his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. Once he pulled away, he pursed his lips together, seemingly embarrassed that you called him out.

“Maybe I am, doll face. But just so you know, we’re still not done.” His hand fell down to his belt where he unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops of his jeans in one fell swoop. Your mouth dropping at just how hot it was. “Do me a favor, take the rest of your clothes off.” Without a second thought, you sat up and removed your jacket and tank top, quickly discarding it on his bedroom floor. Unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders before tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of your bare breasts, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Fuck. Why are you so hot?”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, it all felt like a dream because you had been wanting this for so long. Eddie yanks his shirt up over his head, his torso pale and bare. Without thinking, you reach up and trace the tattoo on his chest. His skin shuddered under your touch, his hand caressed your jaw as he leaned down and kissed you. While bent down, he slides his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, you gasped softly as you’re finally seeing it in person. A light chortle radiates out of Eddie as he watches your reaction, a crooked grin turning up his mouth.

“Such a pretty cock, Eddie…” you murmured, leaning forward and placing soft kisses on the shaft. A low, guttural groan emits from his lips. Placing his hand on the back of your head, it twisted around your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrapped your lips around his thick hard on. Slowly, you took him in — inch by inch, until finally he was all the way in your throat. Eddie gasping and groaning the deeper he went. Your head bobbing up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm as your tongue curled around him. It didn’t take long for Eddie to begin thrusting his hips to meet your mouth. He kept your eye contact as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping off your chin as he fucked your throat.

“F-Fuck, you freaky little slut. Shit…god, you feel so good.” Pulling you by the hair off of him, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes had been watering and slobber was all over your chin, looking like a beautiful mess to Eddie. His chest rising and falling quickly, his grin wide as hell as he admired you. “Damn, babygirl. That pretty mouth has some talent. Now turn over onto your stomach and stick that gorgeous ass in the air for me. Hm?”

Being obedient as ever, you swiftly submit to his demands flipping over onto your hands and knees. You look back at him with a smirk as you shake your ass to tease him. Eddie groans softly, his cock twitching in response. His hand slaps down on your plump curve, the sting from the metal of his rings causing an even more delicious sting. A small yelp escaping your lips, his hand rubs over your skin soothing the pain he caused. “Shit, sweetheart. So perfect…” He murmured softly, his hand rubbing every inch of skin he can reach. “Face down, babe.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. Doing as you’re told, you lay your face against the mattress, your ass perched into the air and on display for Eddie.

He inhaled sharply through his nostrils at the sight of you. Once he was satisfied with how lubed his cock was, he slowly positioned it at the entrance of your soaked core. Slowly, he would push himself inside of you, inch by inch. Allowing your pussy time to stretch around his thickness. The both of you groaning with pleasure as he buried himself deeper. “S-shit, so fucking tight. Such a good girl taking this thick cock like a goddamn princess.” The grip his hands had on your hips would likely leave bruises in the morning, but it felt so good that you didn’t care.

Once Eddie stuffed the full length of his cock inside your tight walls, he began slowly thrusting his hips against your ass. His cock brushing against that spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your head. Eddie’s rhythm working up to a steady pace, the room filled with each of your pleasured moans. “F-fucking hell, princess. Feel so good…” His breath coming in short gasps in between his moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Such a little freak for being obsessed with the king of freaks.”

“Yes, I’m your f-freak, Eds…f-fuck!” A guttural moan filled the room as he rotated his hips slightly for you. His hand collided with your ass again with a hard smack as he thrusted harder inside of you. Your mind going numb from the pleasure and pain, it renders you speechless. Eddie’s head falls back as he continues ramming his cock into you, short breathy moans escaping his throat. The two of your bodies throbbing together in a perfect harmony, building up both of your releases.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock, princess.” Eddie demanded, thrusting harder into you. That familiar tightness building in your tummy as his cock pressed against your g-spot repeatedly. Your knuckles were white from the grip you had on the sheets, your moans disappearing into the mattress as he pounded you further into it. Your body tenses, Eddie groaning loudly when your walls clamped around his throbbing cock. Thrusting another hard blow into your wet heat, your body gives into the pleasure and comes undone. Being a good girl and soaking his cock just like he wanted, Eddie slams into you again and again. He groans loudly as his balls tighten, his seed pulsing into you and filling you completely. His thrusts slowing to a stop, his member throbbing against your walls as his cock begins to soften. The both of you panting heavily, exhausted from the exertion of your orgasms.

“Shit…” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You slump over onto the bed, your hair half covering your face, but a dumb grin was on your lips.

“Issokay, Eds. That was so hot…” You giggle to yourself, Eddie crawls into the bed with you. He brushes his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” One corner of his mouth twisted up into a grin as he peppered soft kisses on your face. “Sorry I never made a move on you. Every time I would go to do it, I’d wuss out.” He chuckled softly, his cheeks turning pink as he gets embarrassed.

Gliding your thumb across his rosy cheek, you smile softly. “I was too chicken to do it too, love. Don’t worry. Sorry for breaking into your trailer.” The room filled with laughter as Eddie wrapped you up in his arms. It was a weird way to start your relationship with him, but the two of you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[hum-suffer]

sorry about invading your ask box with that long essay. I know half of it is incoherent :') I just said all I could. The summary of it though is (in case you dont wish to read it all): I hated Ram. Couldnt understand why people were so crazy about him to the extent that the rich were racing to give away all their life earnings and the poor were making sure even their humble little huts are lit up for Ram that day. Then I read about the Hindu history. Became absolutely horrified. I felt scarred. Currently in the process of begging Ram to heal the ancestral wounds I am carrying deep within my soul. Trying to make my parents understand why the new Sita-Ram poster in my room is for spiritual needs. Hon'ble mentions- I finished Ami Ganatra's commentary on Ramayana and also listened to her explain a lot of the misconceptions I held. Also found J Sai Deepak. His book went slightly over my head but I am re-reading to understand it better. I love his speeches. Another guy who explains the hindu position brilliantly is Anand Rangnathan imo. Some of his arguments were actually what contributed in my disillusionment. I am currently reading his "Hindus in Hindu Rashtra"

Don't feel sorry at all, my dear, it's completely fine!

I'm absolutely proud of you for taking up the courage and determination to seek the answers for yourself. Siya Ram would be proud of you regardless, as long as you're happy and your happiness doesn't strike down someone else's.

I'm glad that you're learning new things as well as trying to solve the misconceptions you had, my dear. These people are some great sources, especially Anand Ranganathan in his neutral and brutal view of the political situation in our country.

I wish you all the very best for your understanding of the new perspective you have seen and i will always help you, should you ever ask for it

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Can I request jealously hcs for yan sonic , silver and shadow

Imagine: Jealous Romantic Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Silver the Hedgehog

TW/CW: Implied unresolved trauma/murder, violence, stalking & blood

Sonic the Hedgehog:

Sonic rarely displays any signs of jealousy, regarding said feeling as juvenile & inane. It's something he doesn't enjoy going through as it makes him feel selfish to some extent & thinks it doesn't do well for his heroic attitude & lifestyle.

The blue blur never deems any feelings of invidiousness towards you nor others, trusting that he is your number one in any situation, no matter how mundane. It's only when he catches someone being too close for his comfort that he reacts with his usual laid-back demeanor & with the intention of inserting himself in the conversation.

He is perceptibly closer to you, much more than usual, to the point of clinging to you. Any attempt to get Sonic elsewhere is futile since he's adamant on being close with the claim of your safety being his top priority, which isn't necessarily a lie.

Shadow the Hedgehog:

Shadow thinks himself better than to experience jealousy & chastises himself when he does & Rouge's teasing doesn't help him in the slightest. He detests when said emotion cause him to lose focus especially on a mission & typically removes himself from what he believes is causing the jealousy to build.

The ultimate life form is normally good at hiding when his jealousy begins to mount & when it does show, it's usually subtle like a grip on your arm that isn't too tight or sticking closer to you. Continuously fearing that the past will repeat itself, Shadow inspects those you interact with like a threat & absolutely refuses to leave you alone.

When pushed enough the black hedgehog is no stranger to the world of foul play, nonetheless making sure you aren't around to witness any of it. They can whimper, beg & whine all they want, it won't stop Shadow from threatening them as he breaks a few bones or let's their blood stain the floor below them, it might just be better if he ends the misery right there than him leave & let it drag out.

Silver the Hedgehog:

Silver is incapable of hiding his feelings no matter the situation. Though some view it as childish, to him & those close to him consider it more him just expressing himself in a way that doesn't really harm anyone, at least not intentionally.

His jealousy is parallel to that of a pet with separation anxiety, never giving you a moment of peace & always craving your full attention on him & solely him. The telekinetic hedghog will even seek to cut your conversations short when his jealousy begins to stir unless the ones you're chatting with are Blaze, Amy or Tails.

If you put your foot down & require him to leave you be then he'll back off... yet only for a short time, he'll observe you from a distance & return with a hug behind your back when he felt he's been gone long enough. Situations like this bring up his fear of abandonment & requires reassurance that you won't leave him behind just because you had your attention elsewhere.

[karolinesvrsion]

just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part 1 part 2 part 3

okay i made a playlist go like it! here's my spotify

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

italics = flashbacks

❦

it had been two weeks since you and bruce went public with your "relationship". many jaws dropped when you and bruce walked into school holding hands.

"you're dating bruce yamada!?" donna exclaimed, slamming your locker closed. the impact made a loud noise, causing multiple people to look over.

"wow, good morning to you too!" you retorted sarcastically, earning an eye roll from donna.

"you're dating bruce yamada and you didn't tell me!?" she continued. "you're not supposed to keep secrets from me! we keep secrets from everyone else!"

"okay, okay!" you chuckled, leaning against the lockers. "it just slipped my mind, that's all." donna didn't look very convinced, but she shrugged.

"okay, so, tell me!" she giggled, linking her arm with yours. "what did he say? how did he ask you? i thought you two hadn't talked in two years!"

"we started talking again during the summer, and we were at the library, and he just... asked!" you replied. earlier, you and bruce talked about what you'd tell people if they asked so that there wouldn't be any miscommunications.

"wow!" donna feigned excitement. "that's— wow!"

"it's boring, i know, but i like him, y'know?" you and bruce spent the previous evening at the baseball field, laughing while practicing what to say to people who asked about the relationship.

"are you two gonna go to the carnival next saturday?" donna smirked, nudging your shoulder. "should be a pretty sweet date!"

"shut up, d, we have calculus." you tried to brush it off, but donna wouldn't let up.

the first day after going public, bruce sat next to you in physics— like he said he would. he gave you the classic bruce yamada grin and slid right next to you.

it was easier than you thought it would be to fake date bruce. after making the rules, you two seemed to get closer in a short amount of time. very short. two days, actually. you two didn't spend every single minute of every day together, obviously, but in the time that you did spend with one another, it was in the library, not studying, not doing homework, just.. hanging out.

mrs. schultz was growing agitated with how loud you two would talk and laugh in the small library, but she kept it a secret on account of "they're such a cute pair!" martin, her husband, was also growing agitated. not with you two in particular, but with how much mrs. schultz would talk about you two.

you were seated in the very corner of your physics class, bruce sitting next to you. he was telling you about how his little sister, amy, begged him to let her make little braids in his hair the night before.

"your hair isn't long enough to be braided, though!" you laughed. donna looked over her shoulder at the two of you, smirking slightly. since she was in the photography club, donna had to have her own camera. she very discreetly snapped a photo, chuckling to herself.

"yeah, i know that!" he smiled. "but she still begged for fifteen minutes!"

"okay, class, settle down," mr. hanson walked in, placing an enormous stack of papers on his small desk. "today, we're starting a new topic. we will be starting momentum and collision. please take notes on this, because you will have a test on it soon."

bruce looked over at you. "point for you, i guess." the day you two created the rules, he decided to make a point system. whenever you two had to study for something, you would get a point. whenever you missed one of his games or practices, he would get a point. so far you had three points and bruce had one.

"what? it's just momentum and collision, that's easy!" you whispered. "come on, you don't know if we'll have to study for it yet."

"oh, y/n, please!" he scoffed quietly. "it's a topic about physics! you know how bad i am at physics!"

"you are so dramatic, bruce."

"oh, am i?"

"you are—"

"mr. yamada, ms. l/n, is there something you two would like to share with the class?" mr. hanson glared at the two of you with an unamused expression on his young face.

"no, sir." you and bruce muttered, your faces a matching shade of bright red. the class snickered at this, and donna mouthed the words, "how adorable" to you.

"good, now let's get started."

the next day went by slowly. you were in your room, reading the silence of the lambs by thomas harris. the book creeped you out, but you just couldn't stop reading.

you were snapped out of your trance when wyatt came knocking on your door. "hey, there's some dude at the door looking for you."

"jeez, wyatt, that's super clarifying," you retorted sarcastically. "did you get a name, by any chance?"

"yeah, i think it was bryan." he looked beyond confused. "or maybe it was bruno? oh, oh, bryce! definitely bryce!"

"you mean bruce?"

"oh, yeah, that's the one!" wyatt grinned. "bruce is at the door, looking for you. he said you two are going to the carnival today?"

"crap, that's today," you frowned, putting your book away and pushing wyatt out of your doorway. "don't tell him i forgot or i'll put your diary entries into the paper and make billy deliver them."

"okay, okay! jeez, how did you even find out about my diary!?" wyatt grumbled.

"you're terrible at hiding things." you finalized, closing your door in his face.

you changed into a comfortable flannel, paired with your dark-wash mom jeans and your white converse. basic, but cute.

as you hurried downstairs, you heard giggling. more specifically, allie's giggling. it was rather surprising to see bruce bonding so well with allie, seeing as the eight year old wasn't too keen on interacting with people she didn't know.

"so you play baseball? like finney?" allie gasped. "can you teach me how?"

"well, i can try." bruce smiled, making allie blush. he saw you descending from the stairs and stood up. "hey, are you ready?"

"yeah, i'm ready," you chuckled, walking into the kitchen for a bottle of water. bruce trailed behind you, sending a small smile to allie. "you're making allie fall in love with you, y'know?"

"yeah, i have that charm." bruce laughed, staring at you a little too long.

your mom walked in unexpectedly, making bruce snap out of it. he shook his head, questioning himself. why couldn't he take his eyes off of you?

"hey!" your mom cheered. "who's this?"

"mom, hey," you groaned slightly. "this is— um, this is bruce. my, uh, my boyfriend."

your moms eyes widened. "boyfriend? wow! this is great news! bruce, hi, its nice to meet you!"

"oh, hi, mrs. l/n," he shook your moms hand politely, looking at you for some help. "its so wonderful to finally meet you!"

"and its so nice to meet you, bruce. i have heard nothing about you, actually." your mom wasn't trying to be rude, she just didn't really think before she spoke.

"oh, that's nice," bruce trailed off. wyatt and allie were silently laughing behind you three.

you took bruce's hand in yours and tried to drag him away from your mom. "c'mon, lets get going before she asks about your family."

"have fun, be back by ten!" your mom laughed.

"bye mrs. l/n! bye allie and wilbur!" bruce called.

"it's wyatt!"

"you called me bryce!"

"okay, we're leaving now, bye!" you yelled, dragging bruce out of the door.

you and bruce arrived at the carnival a little bit past six thirty. to say he was excited was an understatement. "okay so, amy asked me if i could get her some of that gross cotton candy stuff, but i think we can get that later! we could go on the bumper cars! or, we could go to the ring toss things! ooh, maybe we could get one of those giant teddy bears or something—"

"jeez, bruce, you're more excited than your girl is." one of his baseball friends, nolan, joked, making bruce turn beet red. "hey, man, i'm just teasing."

"yeah, whatever." bruce shrugged him off. "we'll see you all later. nolan don't be a dick to colin, okay?"

"no promises, bruce."

"do you wanna get food first?" you asked after all of his friends took off. you knew bruce didn't like doing things on an empty stomach.

"yeah, let's go!" he smiled, taking your hand in his.

bruce chose hotdogs, much to your dismay. you weren't too fond of them, but then again, it was a carnival. you couldn't go to a carnival and not eat gross food.

you two ate the hotdogs quietly— they were disgusting, but you tried to power through, for bruce. you grimaced as the foul taste reached your stomach. it appeared that bruce was tasting the same thing, because you two made eye contact and he looked like he was going to throw up.

"that's disgusting." bruce swallowed the last of his bite, then threw the hotdog away.

"those are horrible, bruce." you laughed, throwing the hotdog in the trash.

"yeah, we're never eating those again. ever." he groaned, beginning to walk away. he put his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. "so, where do we go first?"

"do you know if clara is here?" you asked him, making him squint his eyes a little. "clara reid?"

"oh, right, right!" he straightened a little. "i think nolan told me she'd be here with joan and eliza."

"okay, well then, let's go find something to do so clara can see us or something." bruce nodded and you two looked for the trio.

"look, there they are." he subtly pointed to where they were standing— near the ring toss stand. "let's go."

and so, you two went to the ring toss. the guy working it said it was easy, you just had to get a ring into the empty bottle in the very middle, and you could win the ginormous teddy bear.

bruce was determined to win it. "hey, check to see if they're looking." he whispered lightly.

you discreetly turned around, and did, indeed, see clara looking at the two of you. oddly enough, she didn't look jealous, or bothered, or annoyed. in fact, her expression was uninterested, almost like she didn't even care, like she didn't even mean to look at you two. but you didn't want to tell bruce that. he'd probably get bummed out. "uh, yeah, yeah, they're looking."

"that's good, right?" bruce chuckled, focusing on the bottle in the middle. he missed two of them, which really added to the suspense of whether or not he'd get the bear. finally, on the last ring, he drowned out everything else and put all of his attention on the bottle.

you held his hand, attempting to make him feel more confident in the last throw. bruce looked down at your now intertwined hands and smiled slightly. putting all of his attention on the bottle, he threw the ring.

the loud 'clink' made bruce ecstatic. he threw his arms around you happily and spun you around the air. "i did it!"

the guy, whose name was actually doug, rolled his eyes at this— probably because he had seen four other couples do the exact same thing. he handed the large teddy bear to bruce, saying, "here you go, thanks for playing, congrats." in a monotone voice. he really wanted to go home.

"here, hold todd." bruce said, handing you the teddy bear.

"todd?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"yes, y/n/n, todd!" bruce explained. "we have shared custody of him now, keep up!"

"you're so weird, bruce." you chuckled. bruce smiled at you, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

"weird? im not weird, i'm— ooh!" he trailed off, looking at the spinning teacups ride in amazement. "can we go? please!"

"bruce, are you crazy?" you choked, slipping out from under his arm. "we'll throw up those nasty hotdogs you got us!"

"ugh, fine. you stay here with todd and watch as i have a great time." bruce taunted, placing his hands on your shoulders. "i'm gonna have a blast on these spinning teacups, and when i don't throw up, i'm laughing in your face."

"okay then..."

you watched as bruce picked the teacup closest to where you were standing and quickly claimed it. he gave you a thumbs up, a wide smile on his face. you felt another presence on your right, and turned your head to see clara standing next to you.

"hey, y/n!" she smiled sweetly. "i heard you're dating bruce! how's that going?"

"oh, hey clara. it's going good, i suppose." you responded kindly. you and clara weren't friends, barely even classmates, and there was no reason to be rude to her, so you kept your answers short.

"that's great!" she sang, her brown hair framing her face nicely. "y'know, people used to say i had a crush on him, but i never did. he's um, not really my type, y'know?"

your heart sank for bruce. clara had no interest in him. like none. zero. you couldn't be the one to tell him, though. his heart would be crushed.

"um, so, i just wanted to clear that up, just in case you thought i like him or something." clara said, placing her hand on your bicep for a moment, and then walking back to joan and eliza.

bruce got off the ride, walking up to you. "did you see that!? it was freaking amazing, and you missed out!"

you quickly plastered a smile on your face, not wanting bruce to think something was wrong. "i did, and i can tell you're dizzy. oh, you are so throwing up later."

"i am not going to throw up, i have a great digestive system." he defended, faltering after he realized what he just said. "ew, i didn't mean for that to sound so gross."

you laughed, taking his hand in yours. "i figured."

"ooh let's go to the bumper cars!" bruce urged, swinging your arms around. "and then we can go to the funhouse, or do you prefer haunted houses?"

"i definitely prefer haunted houses, but let's go!" you grinned.

you and bruce rode every ride twice, the second time being better than the first. you had to admit, fake-dating bruce yamada was not as bad as you thought it would be. it was almost.. fun?

it was about nine-thirty, and bruce's friends approached the two of you as you got off of the small roller coaster seats.

"hey, have you two gone on the ferris wheel yet?" nolan asked, holding a large red slushie.

"uh, no we haven't actually." bruce answered, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"oh, you two should totally go on it! the guy stops it right when it's at the very top and you can see the whole town from there! man, bruce, the view is incredible!" lucas— another one of his friends— rambled.

"alright then, let's go!" bruce beamed, leading you to the ferris wheel. you two were standing in line talking when bruce realized that lucas and his girlfriend violet were right behind you two.

"lucas, hey, i didn't realize you were behind us, man." bruce said, causing you to turn around and look at them. "hey, you two wanna share a compartment with us? they're pretty big and it's just us, so.."

"yeah, sure! sounds good to me!" lucas chimed, his green eyes brightening. violet nodded, smiling at the you and bruce.

lucas was right— the view was incredible. you could see your house, the porch light still on, indicating that your mother was waiting for you to arrive. bruce pointed out where his house was, where the baseball field was, and even where favorite diners were.

your hands were still intertwined, not that either of you noticed. bruce had a weird feeling in his stomach, but it wasn't nausea like you thought it would be. he had felt this before, when he realized he liked clara. but he didn't like you, not like that, did he?

you were still admiring the view when you felt bruce place a small kiss on the side of your head. when you looked at him with a confused expression, he cocked his head to the side, signaling that lucas was watching the two of you intently. you nodded in understanding, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

once the ride was over, you two said goodbye to lucas and violet, but not before lucas pulled bruce aside.

"dude, you're totally in love!" he said. "your face said it all i mean the way you looked at her all in love and shit! jeez, man, anyone would forget that you had a thing for clara reid if they saw how you look at y/n l/n!"

bruce shook his head. "shut up, man, you look at violet like she's the only girl ever."

"because she is! to me, at least." lucas defended. "anyways, i gotta get going, vi has a curfew, and i cannot risk getting on her dad's bad side! oh, and buy y/n a slushie, jesus. see ya, man."

bruce walked back over to where you were waiting patiently. "come on, let's get slushies."

"you are so gonna be sick tomorrow morning. just you wait, bruce. you'll see that im right." you mocked, your hand finding his again.

"yeah, yeah." he dismissed, smiling at you.

bruce walked you home, making sure to say goodnight to your mom and allie— who probably only stayed awake to see bruce again. "you can have todd tonight. we'll have to come up with a schedule for him."

"hmm, i take this week, you take next week?" you offered.

"and then we just keep doing that?"

"sounds like a plan."

"okay, then! goodnight, y/n/n." he gave you a hug, the scent of your perfume was almost intoxicating him. you gave him one last kiss on the cheek and stepped back inside.

that night, bruce couldn't sleep. was lucas right? did he really like you? he didn't even care that amy was whining about him forgetting her cotton candy, all he could think about was you. he laid awake, thinking about you and your perfect smile, your perfect eyes. he knew this feeling.

crap. oh, crap.

bruce yamada was slowly falling for you.

[chlorine-and-daisies]

Muriel comes up to Heaven to make her report to the Supreme Archangel.

"Whatever has Crowley been teaching you?!"

[itsohh]

One For the Road

A/N: Hhhh first thing I’ve finished for a while. I keep losing passion for the things I’m writing but I ended up finishing this at like 5am this morning with the ol listen to a song on repeat non stop trick.

Summary: Finally taking a break from work, Taina finds you having a good time at the organisation's 'unofficial bar'. At the end of the night, the pair of you plan to head home but one quick trip to the bathroom is required.

Word count: 2225

Warnings: Smut

AO3 Masterlist

It wasn't too often that she ended up in The Rec Room anymore. With her position as a squad leader, a lot of her time was spent agonising over details and plans. With Nøkk, Eliza Harry and Jordan all out of the picture there was much heavier pressure on her shoulders. It made sleep harder and the days longer. Yet, with the help of Yumiko, Gustave and Sam it was never too much. Yumiko was a solid strategist who worked well with her. Gustave allowed her work to continue without question or the limelight and then Sam was a rock that ensured that she made the correct decisions.

Sam also happened to be the one that made sure that she had a work-life balance. Which is why she was locked out of her own office. Sure, she could break in if she really tried but Sam gave her that look, one that told her to listen. "Go relax. Enjoy yourself. Working yourself to death isn't going to help anyone."

His words rang in her mind as she entered The Rec Room. It was more of a bar than a proper rec room, certainly not to normal regulation. It wasn't their proper rec room, it just had the same name. It wasn't part of their base, therefore, not against regulation. It was, after all, a public place. A public place that only Rainbow operatives knew about. A secret little underground bar that had plenty of business from them all.

Her first intention had been to hit up the bar for a drink but a group of loud laughter caught her ear. In the almost completely deserted bar, three people seemed to be enjoying themselves by the pool tables.

Ana, Max, and most interestingly, you. Taina's travelled to Ana who leaned against a post. She watched as you and Max dramatically sang and danced to the music. The pair of you seemed like you didn't have a care in the world while Ana was content to enjoy the display.

"I can't get her off of my brain." In a dramatic turn to face Max, the back of your hand flew to your forehead. A pained and closed-eye expression spread across your face. Max braced his hand on the side of the pool table and leaned closer to you. He had a fake shocked expression as he poorly sang the next line.

"I just wanna go to the party she gon' go."

Your hands fell out and your arms flew into a shrug. "Can somebody take me home?"

There was a pause between the pair of you as the song picked up. A devious grin spread across your face, one that was mirrored on Max's.

"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me. But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy." The pair of you sang off-key at each other and Taina couldn't help the way her lips curled upward at the sight. Her silent footsteps had her approach and at first, only Ana noticed.

"Having fun are they?" Neither of the two women looked at each other.

"They said and I quote 'this is our song', I presume there's more to the story." Ana raised a brow and Taina pressed her lips together.

"It's not one I know."

"Are they like this often? We were playing pool." Ana glanced back to the table.

"All the time, it's one of the reasons they don't get paired up together very often in training."

"Why's that?"

"I imagine in a real scenario they would be fine but in training, they can't take it seriously enough."

"At least they know how to make the mood light." Ana smiled and Taina glanced down for a second.

"Hey, Cav!" Max's voice had you spin around and her eyes snapped up to meet his then yours. Your shoulders dropped and your smile drew into a large grin.

"Taina! You're finally out of your office." Your hand twitched slightly and she could tell that you were itching to hug her but refrained from doing so. You respected her public boundaries.

"I am. Sam made sure of that." Taina pretended to sound annoyed but didn't stop the slight smile on her face.

"Told you she would listen to him." Your hush voice spoke to Max and nudged him with your elbow. Taina raised a brow and you pretended to be innocent.

Taina didn't push the matter. "What are you two drinking?"

"Cranberry juice." You picked the glass off the high-end table next to you and Max showed her his bottle of Corona.

"How 'bout I buy you a drink Boss?" Max asked and Taina shook her head.

"Don't plan on staying too long." Her eyes met yours and the pair of you silently communicated.

"What about a game then? We have been killing Ana." Your hand emphasised your words alongside your voice. When Taina looked towards Ana she recover a shrug.

"They are surprisingly good at the game."

"It's because they spend all their time playing rather than practising." The scold didn't have any venom to it. It was a tease.

"Hey, you're his boss, not mine. I think Yumikos quite happy with my training  habits."  

Taina rolled her eyes at you and picked up Ana's cue that rest next to her. "Come on then, one game."

-

What started as a lighthearted game turned into something more. Sure, you and Max made a good team but Taina just happened to be good. Really good. What she really focused on though, was the way you bent over that table. Your eyes focused on the ball in front of you. Lined up perfectly, you were almost completely flush against it. With your leg hiked up on the table she got a decent view of your back. Just before you hit the ball, your eyes flicked up to meet hers. Your tongue darted out over your smiling lips.

In that second it seemed like all of eternity, a slow-motion moment that didn't stop. But you continued, with the wink of your left eye time sped up once again. Taina's breath hitched and she watched as you sunk the ball in.

A loud sound came as Max high-fived you. He bent over the table and one by one the pair of you perfected the entire game. A smug smile graced your entire face and your hand slapped into Max's once again. The pair of you pulled into each other and nodded.

"That's how it's done Goose." You laughed and he grinned back at you.

"Sure is." The pair of you basked in your glory before you turned to Ana and Taina.

"Good game ladies, maybe next time there will be a different outcome."

"Uh-huh." Ana folded her arms with doubt.

"Well, that was the one game."

"You off to hit the sack?" Max asked before he took a sip of his drink.

"It's late."

"Gotta get those eight hours of uninterrupted sleep huh?" You teased and licked your bottom lip before you continued. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom and I'll be right with you." The look in your eyes was all Taina needed to know.

"I'll come with you." Her eyes were of a predator and Max shrugged to Ana when the pair of you promptly left the pool table.

"See you later guys!" You waved over your shoulder and slipped off towards the bathroom.

The pair of you had barely stepped into the woman's bathroom before she was on you. Her soft lips pressed against your throat while her palms shoved your shoulders. The force had your back slam against the tiled bathroom wall. A moan escaped your mouth as your head tilted back. Eyes closed, the moan turned into a breathy choke before you swallowed.

Taina's hands found the side of your thighs where she pawed and squeezed at the side of them. Open-mouth kisses continued to litter your neck, she nipped and sucked on the flesh but not hard enough to leave a mark. With a solid grip on your thighs, she pulled them apart and slotted her body in between them. In the same motion, she lift you up off the ground and you automatically wrapped your legs around her waist.

"Is this what you wanted when you got Sam to do your dirty work?" Taina's voice purred out but there was also a slightly aggressive undertone to it.

"I- ngh -genuinely wanted you to take a break. We all did."

"All?" She pressed her clothed cunt against yours. No friction but the pressure started to get to you, joint with the manhandling groping she did on your thighs.

"Me and everyone in Ghosteyes. You come to bed so late and push yourself so hard."

"I always push myself hard." Her lips detached from your throat and made itself up to your ear.

"Yeah, but this is unhealthy hard. You’re just as bad as As-" You cut yourself off and the pair of you stiffened at the thought. "I might not be in your squad or a squad leader but I'm here for you Taina. I miss you." Your head lowered and your pleading eyes met hers. "We're a team." She paused and looked into your eyes.

Taina slowly leaned in, far softer and slower than all her earlier movements. Those soft lips finally graced your own and she poured all her emotions into it. It ramped up and your hand tangled in her hair. That kiss always a promise. Everything that had been building up over all the weeks finally came to a burst.

Your hand tugged at her hair and that was it. She practically growled against your lips and pulled you away from the wall. The cool touch of the sink basin made contact with the bottom of your thighs and Taina pulled away from your body. Your mouth gaped open slightly when she sunk down on her knees. Her hands grabbed the side of your shorts and pulled them down with her, you lift your hips slightly to help. Soon she had dropped your shorts on the floor, her eyes on yours for a moment before her focus was on your cunt before her.

Taina didn't bother to remove your underwear and only pulled them to the side. The cool hair against your cunt had you shiver and you gasped when her tongue ran the entire base against you. From the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit she firmly dragged her tongue against it.

Your hand flew to your mouth to prevent yourself from crying out her name. She had that smug look on her face but didn't repeat the motion. With two fingers Taina pushed your lips open. This time her tongue dipped into your cunt and lapped at your juices. Her mouth pressed against your cunt firmly and she sucked on you before she pulled back.

Caveira lets go of you for a moment and pushed her hair back. She stretched her neck slightly and found her grip on your thighs once again. You watched when she rolled her shoulders and then forced back in.

The tip of her tongue traced the outside of your lips. She dragged it against your entire cunt. The tip of her tongue made little kitten licks against your clit which had you bury both hands back into her head.

You bucked slightly against her mouth and swore out as she alternated between long swipes and more focused smaller ones. Each one firm against your cunt. Her nose pressed against your skin and you leaned against the mirror while she ate you would with everything she had.

One hand let go of your thigh and she pressed two fingers against your now swollen cunt. Already abused from her mouth, she started to rub it in circles. "Taina." Your moan of her name rewarded you with a light bite against the inside of your thigh. She always did love the way you dragged out the end of her name.

"Close aren't you?" Her tongue danced over her teeth with a smile. "Come on, you don't need my permission. Cum for me."

Her eyes stayed on yours as she expertly continued to run your clit. Your face shivered and you bit down on your lips to prevent yourself from crying out. A muffled whimper slipped through as pleasure tipped over the scales and you moved your hips against her hands. Your thighs squeezed shut and she had to catch them as you came.

"There's a good girl." She let go of your cunt and helped put your underwear back into place. A wet patch soaked through and she stuck her coated fingers into her mouth. With a humm, she sucked on your taste. "I'm sorry for making you miss me." Taina rose to her feet and nestled her way against you. The pal of her hand slapped against the mirror and she leaned in.

A slow wet kiss full of tongue shared with you, her tongue licked against your own and you could taste yourself on her. "I'll make it up to you." She promised and you let out a little whine.

"I want you to look after yourself." You murmured against her lips, only barely disconnected.

"Two birds one stone."

[salmonvanillur]

these are the personalized ringtones + contact names I would give the Obey Me characters + short explanations and YouTube links

Luz - Venus or Surface Pressure Epic Version

Lucifer = Morningstar = Planet Venus

Surface Pressure is self explanatory but I would only use it assuming they have never seen Encanto bc Luz does not need that callout

Mi Mamón - Me Porto Bonito

I like the hc of Mammon being a bit of a fuckboy then short-circuits when he meets MC, even if he wasn’t he loves parties and stuff and also es Rey Latino 🤞

Lord of Shadows - Ruri Tunes Theme

originally it was Moonlight Densetsu but w Ruri Tunes out I figured in game the theme would be already the norm

Tan Tan - Meow Mix commercial OR Aristocats Theme

self explanatory except one is silly and one is a tad bit more “proper” so he wouldn’t be embarrassed or something

Azzie - if you seek Amy

“Love me, hate me, say what you want about me but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy”

the if you seek Amy part when said fast sounds like F U C K me

Bee Bee - Me Hele no Lilo

chose a song from this movie bc of stitch’s line “This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little and broken… but still good. Yeah, still good.” </3

Emo Boy - La Vaca

la vaca (moo) 🐄

Ariel - Part of Your World

royal redhead with lofty dreams, a strict father, and a loving yet slightly exasperated butler falls in love with human world ?? his song frfr

Barbie - Monochrome Kiss

one hell of a butler

The Sims - Cielito Lindo

another Latin king 🫶

Tiny - Chihuahua instrumental

instrumental so he doesn’t know or feel bad but like, chihuahua

Soleado- Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo

again both self explanatory and silly

Horse girl - MLP theme

^^^

That One Turtle - TMNT theme

^^^

Babygirl - Monster High Theme

you cannot tell me she wouldn’t love it, all three gens she loves them, has cosplayed River Styx

[blamemma]

I think the weird facial hair, chopped curls, silly outfit combo is likely. And I’ll love him so much still. But if he comes thru with a nice beard, outgrown curls, and a button up shirt plus gold chain combo - I’ll ascend. Just to remind all the lovers and the haters that at the end up the day they still want him because he’s THE it boy. Like very Britney Spears. Very love me hate me say what you want about me but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy

honestly miami 22 is still one of my favourite looks by him.....if he turned up in something similar to that i would not be responsible for my actions

[baggy-holmes]

but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek amy 🎶

[steveharrington]

all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek amy