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eufezco · 2 years

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joel miller x fem!reader

c/w - fingering, begging

sarah was in her room with a friend, they both left you alone in the living room a while ago. even though they invited you to join them, you knew that you'd be a bother to the two girls.

you could hear the giggles coming out of her room from there. you were curled up on the couch, your favorite show playing on the tv, and wrapped in a blanket that had joel's scent.

you got up once you hear the keys turn in the door.

"oh my god, hi. i haven't made you any dinner yet–"

"it's fine, i'm not hungry."

"i thought you said you were going to be late tonight-"

"yeah, but we've finished earlier."

joel had been thinking about you the whole day.

you arrived a few minutes before he had to leave so the only thing he had time to give you was a quick kiss hiding in the bathroom. one of his arms was wrapped around your waist to help him pull you closer and both of you hoped that tommy could distract sarah for at least a couple of minutes more so that you could enjoy those few seconds you had. but the girl bursted into the bathroom. you quickly leaned into the mirror, pretending you were checking if there was something between your teeth and joel ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to be fixing it.

"you'll have to tell her one day." tommy reminded joel once he got into the car.

"shut up." as if he didn't know.

joel squeezed both of your cheeks and went in for a kiss. you threw your head back before your lips could even brush against each other. he arched his eyebrows at you and you arched yours at him. seconds after that, sarah appeared behind you. he used to be more careful when you both started this, making sure that sarah wasn't around before spanking your ass, checking several times that she was in her room before helping you to jump on the kitchen counter and encircle your legs around his body, even a little kiss on your cheek had him checking that sarah was still busy... but now he'd grown more confident, even though you were caught by tommy, joel truly believed that you were doing a great job of hiding it from sarah.

his daughter ran into his arms but his eyes were still on you. you hit him where it hurt the most. his ego. and he wasn't going to let this go just like that.

sarah accompanied you two to the kitchen, telling her dad about her day and asking about his. you insisted on making dinner for him but joel assured you that he wasn't hungry and that a glass of water would do the work.

sarah left to her room to call her friend so she could say hi to joel before they both asked if she could stay over. you stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach a glass for him when he approached from behind. his chest pressed against your back as he grabbed the glass himself, his mouth was really close to your ear, your ass against his crotch and his free hand held your hips in place.

"next time you're gonna have to beg for it." he murmured in your ear. his words sent shivers down your spine. before the two girls got to the kitchen, joel was already away from you, drinking peacefully his glass of water like nothing happened.

you sat next to him on the couch, your legs on his lap as you asked how his day went and he asked you about how you and sarah did. joel's hand was on one of your thighs, softly drawing patterns on the fabric of your jeans. his voice was deep as he complained about this new client, showing how tired and long his day had been. your foot started to massage his crotch, and joel had to fix his posture on the couch, less tense and leaving you more access to that area for what your dirty mind was planning.

he kept talking about his day, needing to take small breaks to gasp or to bite his lip down holding back his moans. you crawled your way up to his lap, his hands quickly finding your hips and yours on the back of his head, running them through his hair there.

"and i've been thinking about you all day."

"is that so?" you teased him. you know he wanted to hear that you've been thinking about him as well.

"oh, yeah." his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. he took his time unzipping them, wondering what panties you were wearing and how ruined they should be by now. joel sneaked his hand inside your jeans, making you take a deep breath at the sudden contact of his rough hand against your pussy through the thin and drenched fabric of your underwear. he smirked proud of that reaction. you might not have said what he wanted to hear but your body couldn't hide it. his fingers skilfully moved your panties aside, enough for his middle finger to go inside you and his thumb to press your clit.

"all day thinking about you..."

he kept talking. you inevitably curled your fingers and tugged his hair at the root. he added another finger and began to pump them in and out of you at a slow pace while his thumb drew circles on your clit.

"...and when i get home..."

your mouth opened in a perfect "o" form as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as you could. you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your lips sucked on the sensitive skin, creating a beautiful red mark under them. your wet kisses moved to his ear where you let out a few moans with his name, knowing how that turned him on. your breath against his ear spiked goosebumps on his skin and his erection grew painfully inside his pants, he had to focus to not stop moving his fingers. meanwhile, your lips kissed from his jaw and his cheek to the corner of his lips, and when you finally were gonna kiss his mouth, joel threw his head back all of a sudden, just like you did when he got home.

"... you don't even want to kiss me."

your lips tried to find his again but joel kept rejecting your kisses. you whined and shook your head.

"it wasn't- it wasn't like that." your hands moved to press down his abdomen. your eyes closed shut after feeling his fingers go harder in you. "she was gonna see us, joel, it wasn't like that, i promise..." you breathed out. your hips rolled against his hand, seeking even more friction on your clit if possible.

"well, it seemed like it." joel answered and you shook your head at his words again. you rested your forehead against his, his calm breathing mixing with your agitated one. "you know what you gotta do, baby. now, beg-"

"please, joel- please, i need you, please." you cried out before he could finish his sentence.

joel clicked his tongue. "oh, come on. you know you can do better than that."

you were desperate. you needed his lips on yours, you needed his tongue in your mouth, you needed joel biting your lip, you needed your moans to die in his mouth. your walls clenched around his fingers, that familiar knot and warm sensation forming in your lower abdomen.

"fuck- baby, please. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry but please, i need you, joel." and when his fingers hit that sweet spot inside you and your legs involuntarily closed around his hand, his lips collided with yours, quieting your moans as you came and finally giving you what you so badly desired.

you rested your forehead on his shoulder, exhausted and trying to catch your breath. you appreciated his soothing words on your ear as you recovered as well as his free hand caressing your hair.

"if i have to beg again for a kiss, we're done, joel miller."

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lucy90712 · 4 months

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heyy love your writing:>

Could you pls do clingy jude x fem!reader?

This season has been an incredibly long one so many games so many ups and downs but it has been a lot of fun. I have loved watching Jude blossom at Real Madrid and win trophies which he has very much deserved. The one big downside is that we haven't spent as much time as we would like together Jude is always away for games or at training and when he's not I'm at work and even now the domestic season is over the euros start in a few weeks so we are going to be apart again.

Just yesterday Jude was at the champions league final which I couldn't go and see in person and now in a few days time he has to head back to England to join the England team. When I went to bed Jude was still at Wembley but now that I've woken up he's asleep beside me so he must've made it home at some point during the night. His arm was loosely hung over my waist as he slept soundly. I wished we could stay like this forever but I have work and I'm sure Jude has celebrations to attend later with the team. As much as I should get up I can go without breakfast and use that time to just lay in bed with Jude for a few more minutes, out of habit my hands went to his hair playing with it which woke him up. Once he realised where he was he pulled me closer to him and just held me tightly which is really going to make getting up even harder.

"Good morning" he said in his morning voice which I love so much

"Morning and congratulations you played so well last night I'm so sad I couldn't be there" I said

"Thank you but don't worry I know you had work I'm just glad you're here right now" he said

"I wish we could spend more time together you've got to leave me again in a few days and then I won't see you until the euros have started" I said

"Do you have to go to work today?" He asked

"I'm afraid I do there's a few others off this week and we've got a lot to get done" I replied

That made Jude frown and hold onto me tighter. The time indicated that I should've got out of bed 10 minutes ago but I still don't want to leave and I don't think Jude will let me just yet. My routine is completely ruined but I don't really care as I love to soak up moments like this as they have been rare recently. As time went on Jude only held me tighter and started pressing kisses to my face and neck almost teasing me as he was yet to reach my lips but eventually he pulled me down to give me what I had been waiting for. I've missed Jude's kisses so much so I let him keep kissing me for a few more minutes before I pulled away and tried to get out of bed. Jude didn't let me get up I tried but he was just too strong for me to be able to break free.

"I have to go to work love" I said

"Do you really have to" he whined

"You know I do" I said

Jude didn't say anything else he simply just grabbed my phone from my bedside table and started looking for something which confused me until he put the phone to his ear. He had called my boss and phoned me in sick which had me laying there completely shocked. I never thought he'd do something like that just to spend time with me but I can't say I'm mad about it because I've missed him so much and I haven't had a day off in months. It didn't sink in for a few seconds that I really didn't have to go to work but when Jude put my phone down smiling I realised I could snuggle back into his arms for as long as I wanted to.

We stayed in bed for a while until we were both starting to get hungry but before we could eat I wanted to brush my teeth. Jude joined me in the bathroom to brush his teeth too but he didn't let go of me even for a second he even stood behind me with his arms around my waist as I washed my face and did my skincare. Once I was done he picked me up and put me over his shoulder and carried me down the stairs which I would complain about but he used to do it all the time when we got to see more of each other so I just enjoyed getting to be like we used to. He took me to the kitchen and put me down and just stared at me which to others might seem weird but I knew exactly what he was asking. He wanted to order breakfast and I wasn't going to say no as I didn't really want to cook.

I let him order whatever he thought I'd want as he usually gets it right then I suggested we make some fresh orange juice as for some reason we have a load of oranges that we definitely won't eat before they go bad. Jude got the juicer we have for whatever reason and I cut the oranges so they can go in the machine but I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to actually press the oranges into the juicer. I needed Jude to help me so he got the little step stool we have in the kitchen to help me reach things and put his hands on mine to help me push all the oranges through the juicer. We made a pretty good team and made a good amount at least enough for a glass for both of us which I poured while Jude answered the door as our food arrived.

We ate breakfast before sitting on the sofa where we stayed for pretty much the whole day just cuddling and catching up on the shows we like to watch together but have become quite behind on. Both of us are normally quite active people and hate to sit around all day but I loved spending all day just cuddling with Jude and that's how I know we've both missed each other's company. Thinking about the fact that I'm just a few days we will have to be apart again made me so sad. I didn't realise just how much I missed him and our days together until we actually got to be together and now I don't want him to leave again.

"Have you got work for the next few days?" Jude asked

"Yeah sadly I really wish I didn't but if I want time off the the euros I can't take any more they will fire me" I said

"You don't need this job if you want to work you can find another company to work for that is more flexible we never see each other as they always make you work overtime and extra days" Jude said

"I know but my coworkers will end up with so much more to do and then I'll feel awful" I said

"If that wasn't a factor would you prefer to stay or leave?" Jude asked

"I think I'd prefer to leave" I admitted

"Then do it spend the summer with me and then look for a new job once the season restarts" Jude said

"Are you sure I have some savings but not enough for a few months of not working" I said

"I'm completely sure I can afford everything and I'd much rather you be happy and I want to enjoy the summer with you" he said

"Then it's settled I'll hand in my notice later today and take the rest of my holiday to cover my notice period" I said

Jude didn't say anything else he just kissed me and held me tighter. This definitely feels right and I can't lie that I'm really happy and relieved that I can spend the whole off season with Jude and experience pre season and the euros with him properly.

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #football imagine

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mustainegf · 5 months

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Hey love!!! I've been thinking really much about rust in peace era and Vault era Dave. Like imagine youre his best friend that has been teasing him all day with a short skirt and he just cant take it anymore so he fucks you so hard you can't feel your tummy. Also i love his hands so much they're so big and veiny hdbcismdhskdisndysjsbdu. I hope you understand me. (Oral f receiving, fingering, rearanging guts...)

I screamed when I read this, I love you so much nonnie, pls dm me I wanna be ur friend 🙏🏼🙏🏼

As the day waned, the lights dimmed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of Dave's eyes tracing every contour of my figure.

The short skirt I'd chosen that morning seemed to have a magnetic effect on him, drawing his attention with every subtle sway of my hips.

With each deliberate bend to retrieve something or reach for a pen, I could practically feel his gaze burning into my skin. And whenever I brushed against him, I couldn't suppress the thrill that shot through me, or ignore the distinct bulge in his pants.

Dave and the guys had just finished up their set, and I was waiting for Dave backstage. I was excited to see him so worked up again. A large part of me liked to tease him, make him think dirty thoughts.

Maybe it was wrong, doing such a thing to my best friend, but how could I help it? Ever since they've been doing shows for their new album "Rust In Peace" I haven't been able to keep my eyes off him, or tame the flutter in my crotch.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped over, watching as Dave trudged down the hall. He looked so sexy, the shiny thin necklace, jeans, bullet belt, and the crisp white button up that was undone all the way to his stomach. His fiery long hair flowed behind him, a hunger in his eyes I'd never seen before.

"You." He points at me as he arrives at my side.

"You're coming with me. Now." He demanded, grabbing my arm as he whisked us away into an empty dressing room.

I glance down at his large hand gripping at me, tugging me into the room and shutting the door.

His veins flared and his eyes were sharp. I'd never seen him so needy.

"What are you doing?" I whisper as Dave locks the door. "I'm gonna ruin you." He grunts, his fingers clenching my arm even harder. "That's what I'm doing."

He growls, pushing me to the wall, kissing me with a fervor that surprised me. It wasn't playful, not sweet. It was hungry, desperate, passionate. It was everything I never knew I needed.

"Just love my attention huh? Prancing around in this skimpy little thing all day?" He tugs slightly at my small skirt.

"Dave." I moan softly, a name I'd moaned many times before, not to him, but to myself in the dark of the night, when my fingers were buried between my thighs. Dave was quick to tear off my tank top along with my bra.

"God..." he groans, sucking dark marks onto my breasts, my hand tangling in his long fluffy hair.

"Do you have any idea how long I've held back on you? How many times I've wanted to fuck this gorgeous body of yours?" He muttered into my ear, his skilled hands reaching below my skirt and tugging my delicate panties to the side.

"If you don't stop talking, I'm going to come right here and now," I threaten. "Good." He smirks, nipping at my shoulder as he slides two fingers deep inside me.

"Fuck." I gasp, bucking my hips against him, seeking more. He pumps my pussy, his thumb circling my swollen clit. My head falls back against the wall as he finger fucks me relentlessly.

"Tell me..." he grunted, his eyes like daggers on mine. "How often do you touch yourself to me," he grins evilly, curling his fingers inside me.

"I- I don't..." I whimper. I wasn't too sure why I had lied, I was obviously enjoying this. "Lie to me again and I won't let you finish."

He growled, looking at me with a murderous expression. "Every night." I manage to spit out through my teeth.

"Such a slut, my slut," he kisses my jaw, his fingers pumping faster. "Are you ever gonna wear a skirt like this again? Have you learned your lesson yet?"

He grits out, those words laced with filth. "I learned my lesson-oh, Dave.. please, I'll only wear it for you, Dave..." I babble, my voice breathless.

"Good girl, fuck- I gotta taste you..." Dave dropped to his knees, holding my skirt up. "Legs apart." He instructed.

With a gulp, I Leaned further back against the wall, nudging my legs apart. I could feel his quick hot breath on my slick, and it only turned me on more.

Without warning, he latched onto my clit, sucking and nibbling on it, driving me insane. I dug my nails into his scalp, my legs trembling around his head. I didn't know if I could take it anymore.

"Please... right there," I pleaded, and he did the unthinkable, he pushed his tongue inside of me.

After being friends for so long, and now he was fucking me with his tongue. I screamed out, my head flinching back.

"Let me hear those pretty sounds," he muttered into my pussy, his tongue still darting at my insides.

"Oh God," I cry out, my body tightening. Dave took this well because he started eating me like he was starving. "Mmmmm." I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Dave! Ohhhh!" I scream out in pleasure, my walls contracting around his tongue. I couldn't stop myself from cumming, feeling that sweet realest implode inside my core. He drank me in, swallowing every drop until the last little pulse.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I thought," he grinned, giving a few kisses to my thighs before standing back up.

His lips found mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. While our lips fought, I reached down to palm him in his jeans. I brushed against his bulge, his pants incredibly strained.

"Are you on the pill?" Dave asked under his breath, his gaze serious as he watched me.

I shook my head no, I didn't sleep with many men, embarrassingly. "That's okay, I'll get you some after okay? I need to cum in you so bad," he groaned. I helped him tear off the bullet belt, and he quickly stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Holy shit. He was big. Bigger than I thought he would be. He noticed my staring. "It's all for you," Dave uttered, gripping my thighs with his large hands and lifting me up to sit flush against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips.

His cock touched my entrance and I shuddered.

"So sensitive." I bit my lip, nodding at him, the tip of his cock touching my clit.

"Fuck, need to be in you..." Dave groaned, resting his head on my shoulder as he thrusted up into me, filling me in one swift movement.

"Yessss!" I yelled out. "Oooh, god yes," I cried out, digging my nails in his shoulders. He felt amazing inside me, thick, full, and he hit all the right places.

He pumped me slow, kissing and nipping at my lips, cheeks, and chin. I ran my hands up his back, loving the rippling muscles beneath my fingertips.

Dave slammed into me so fast I nearly lost my breath.

"You're so wet," he croaked, kissing my throat. "Yeah, you drive me crazy, always thinking about you," I rasp, a small chuckle following.

"You're mine," Dave said lowly, fucking his throbbing cock into me.

It sounded so dirty but in the best way possible.

"Yours," I whispered, tilting my head back. "Come on baby, give me what I want." He coaxed, moving faster.

Fuck, it felt like he was bruising my insides, and rearranging them while he was at it. "Dave! Oh, Dave..." I whined out to him.

"That's it, take it, take it like the good girl you are," Dave grunted, ramming his hips back and forth.

"Fuck yes, yeah, just like that, just like that," he chanted as he picked up the pace. He pounded me mercilessly, he didn't hold back, and Iloved it.

"Dave- oh.. right there..." I panted for air, his cock continuously knocking it out of me.

"Yeah baby, right there." Dave whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. He kept a nice rhythm, always hitting the right spots. "So close... so close," I panted out. "Yeah, just like that."

He grunted, fucking me senseless against the wall.

"Yeah, so good for me, baby," he gasped out, my nipples grazing his chest. I could hear his heavy breathing.

I strained my neck, flinching wildly as I felt my orgasm creep up. "DAVE!" I yelped, far louder than I should’ve.

My inner walls quivered around him, clamping down on his cock.

"Holy shit," he cursed, shaking his head, almost as if he was in disbelief. He continued to thrust in and out of me, causing me to shudder even more.

When he came, he didn't try to hold it back.

"Ohhh God, oh God!" he bellowed, his cum splashing into me. I could feel him pulsing inside me.

We both stayed like that for a moment, savoring each other. We both stopped moving, resting against each other as we tried to breathe at a regular pace.

Dave rested his head over my shoulder, a long exhale leaving his lips. "I love you," he said under his ragged breath.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair, "I love you too." I sighed, not wanting to leave this moment. I knew it couldn't last forever, but I wasn't ready to face reality yet.

Dave pressed his forehead to mine, his hazel eyes boring into me. He kept his gaze locked on mine as he carefully slipped out and set me down back on the floor. "Can you walk?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. His dominant veil had been lifted to show the man who I'd known forever.

"I think so," I giggled, stretching my aching legs.

"Come back to my place, then I can fuck you properly, yeah?" Dave grinned.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Vampires in the Dark

A/N: I was just going through my draft folder, and I found this little gem.

Summary: Steve dies in his sleep and wakes up a vampire. Also, why is he suddenly thinking about his own ass with images of himself wearing Eddie's vest?

Steve went to sleep after the gates closed. His bat bites were still killing him and kill him they did. He went to sleep that night and succumbed to his wounds. Yet, he still woke up the next morning. The sunlight streamed through his window and hit his skin harshly. Steve groaned and rolled out of bed, rushing away from the beam of light. His head was killing him as well as his gums. He went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth. It didn't help.

He took a shower and turned the water to cold when the hot water nearly burned his skin. After his shower, he realized he was hungry and whipped up some breakfast for himself, but it did nothing for him. Steve frowned. He looked at the clock. Shit he was going to be late. He was supposed to pick up Robin and meet the others to help with cleanup. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses and rushed out the door.

"What's with the sunglasses?" Robin asked as soon as she got into the car.

"The sun is killing me today," Steve said.

"It's not even that bright out," Robin said. "How's your bites? Are you feeling rabid yet?"

"No," Steve scoffed. "They're actually fine. The pain is completely gone."

"What? They were killing you yesterday. You were so bad, Joyce insisted that you didn't come today," Robin said. "You're going to be in big trouble when she sees you."

"Seriously, I woke up this morning and felt fine. The bites are even closed up. I mean, the sun is killing me, and even though I ate this morning, I'm still hungry. I've been having these weird thoughts today too. Like at one point, I was humming Metallica, and I was weirdly thinking about my own ass. I also couldn't get the image of me wearing Eddie's vest out of my mind," Steve said. "So, it's definitely been a weird morning."

"Maybe you miss Eddie," Robin said softly.

"No, I definitely do," Steve said, gripping the steering wheel. "It's not fair!"

He pulled over, breathing heavily, gasping for air. He couldn't breathe. Tears prickled and burned in the corners of his eyes. He let out a sob. Robin placed a hand on his shoulder and began to rub his back.

I'm still here, Stevie. I'm still here.

Steve snapped up and turned to Robin, wiping away his tears.

"Did you say something?" Steve asked.

"Um, no."

"I think I'm going crazy," Steve said.

"You're grieving, Steve," she said softly.

"But I barely spent any time with him at all!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's not about the quantity of time you spend with someone but the quality," she said.

"I think I really liked him, Robbie," Steve said.

Oh, Steve.

Steve and Robin pulled up the center of town where everyone was helping with clean up. Even though the gates were closed, it still left behind a huge mess. Houses were destroyed, and City Hall was still split down the middle. They were currently working on trying to salvage what they could. They got out of the car, and Robin hurried over to his side.

"Show me your bites," Robin glared. "I need to see if you're telling the truth."

"Robin!"

She pulled on his polo, tugging them out of his pants and raised them up. Robin's eyes widened.

"Okay, no way in hell. They're closed up alright, and they look like they healed a long time ago," Robin said. "Oh my God, Steve! Your skin is burning! In the shade now!"

Robin pushed Steve behind a wall, away from everyone, and his skin stopped sizzling.

"Okay. That was weird!" Steve said, frowning.

"Oh God! I have a theory!" Robin exclaimed.

Before he could stop her, Robin ran off. She ran towards Hopper and Joyce.

"Where are the kiddos?" She greeted Joyce.

"They're with Max. They haven't left her side since she woke up, I left them to it. They can help out later," Joyce said.

"Oh, good!" Robin exclaimed. "We have a problem."

"What is it?" Hopper asked with a sigh.

"There's something wrong with Steve," Robin said.

"I told him he needed to see a doctor," Joyce sighed. "Are they infected?"

"I think you should just come with me," Robin said.

Hopper and Joyce followed her to where she left Steve. He was no longer leaning against a wall. He was kneeling on the ground with his back to them.

"Steve? Honey? Are you okay?" Joyce asked.

He turned to them, a dead cat in his arms, and blood on his mouth.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Steve cried.

"I think Steve’s a vampire," Robin said.

Hopper and Joyce followed them back to Steve’s house. Joyce was quick. She started fussing over Steve as soon as they set foot inside of his house. She wiped blood off his mouth while Hopper hovered nearby.

"He's not going to hurt me, Hop," Joyce said.

"How do you know that, Joyce?" Hopper asked.

"Because he went straight for the cat instead of Robin," Joyce said.

"I love cats," Steve said sadly. "I wasn't going to mention it, but you guys have a weird smell that puts me off. I think I'm a vampire who prefers animals. I really do NOT want to eat another cat again, though."

"You don't feel you're being controlled at all?" Hopper asked.

"No, I mean, there's this voice in my head, but I think it's just because I miss -," Steve cut himself off.

I'm still here, Steve. I'm right here, big boy. Listen to me. I got trapped here, and I don't know how to get out. I've been trying to reach you, I don't know how, but I feel you more strongly than before. I can hear you and now I know that you can hear me! JESUS H CHRIST! ANSWER ME! I don't want to be crazy. I killed Vecna. I brought him down!

Suddenly, an image of Eddie fighting Vecna and ripping his throat out with his teeth filled his mind. Eddie was running as the world shook around him as he tried to get to the gate, but it slammed closed in front of him, and Eddie was screaming on the floor of his trailer.

I can hear you.

"Steve?!" Robin was screaming at him and shaking him.

"I'm okay," Steve said, shakily.

"What was that?" Joyce asked.

"You know how we thought that Vecna died of his wounds?" Steve asked.

"Oh, God, he didn't? Is he still alive?" Robin asked.

"No, no, no! He is definitely dead, but we didn't do anything. Eddie killed him," Steve said.

"Eddie's dead," Robin said.

"He died, but he came back, and he's like me. It's why I can hear him," Steve said. "He's stuck in the Upside Down. Robin, he died, and he turned into a vampire. Oh. Damn. I think I died last night."

"Oh, Steve," Robin said tearfully. "You died."

"How sure are that he's in there?" Hopper said.

"I don't know. How sure was Joyce that Will was in the Upside Down?" Steve asked.

"Will was her son, and she loved him," Hopper replied.

"Right," Steve said, growing flustered. "I mean, I definitely - he's a good friend, and we haven't gotten to know each that well, but I would like to, you know, as friends, which is why I think we should try to get him out of there. He belongs with me - I mean, us!"

"You don't have to say anymore if you don't want to, honey," Joyce said. "Of course, we're going to help him."

"We're going to have to open a gate, Joyce," Hopper said.

"I know, but if what he's saying is true, then that means Eddie saved the world. We need to try," Joyce said. "One last time. What would you do if it was me?"

Once they came up with a plan, it was decided that they would do it at night in a few days. Robin had wanted to come with, but Hopper thankfully decided the fewer people the better. Owens' people were still guarding the sights of the gates, but Hopper managed to get rid of the guards surrounding the place where Fred died. It was easier to get through that way. Unfortunately, it meant that El had to get involved, and, of course, she was quite eager to help the man who helped save her friends and the entire town.

"Dustin is very sad. I do not like it," El had said. "Am I going in with you?"

"No, absolutely not," Steve said. "No, all you are doing is opening the gate. In fact, I am going to go in alone."

"Steve - ," Joyce protested.

Steve sighed and took out his knife. He sliced his palm and held it up so they could watch his skin stitch itself back together.

"I can heal. You can't," Steve said. "If anything goes wrong, close the gate behind me."

"Steve, you don't have to do this alone," Joyce said.

"I'm not. You guys are going to be on the other side waiting for us," Steve said.

"You're a good man, Steve," Hopper said. "You better come back. Can't lose another kid . . . No matter what, you're our kid."

Steve fought off the tears as Hopper pulled him into a hug. Joyce pulled him out of Hopper's arms to hug him tightly, and then it was El's turn. El opened the gate, and Steve glanced at them one more time before crawling into the Upside Down. He had hoped he wouldn't have had to step foot in this place again, especially so soon. He could feel him.

Hey, Stevie.

Steve grinned and followed Eddie's presence all the way to the Munsons' trailer. Eddie was sitting on the steps and flashed his dimples at the sight of Steve. They moved at the same time, and then they were running towards each other. The two vampires embraced each other tightly, nearly bringing each other to the ground when they collided. Steve trembled in his arms tightly.

"I'm sorry we left you here, Eddie," Steve sniffled.

"Hey, none of that," Eddie said, pulling back to cup his face. "I was dead. You had to get out of there. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Steve asked softly.

Eddie smiled, leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on Steve’s lips. Steve returned the kiss with great enthusiasm, gripping the back Eddie's ripped up jacket. They broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together.

"Come on, big boy, they're waiting for us," Eddie said.

"Right, right," Steve said.

Steve grabbed his hand and began pulling him along. As soon they crawled out, El closed the gate, and they were quickly ushered into the car. It was quiet as they drove to Steve’s house, and they soon piled into the house. El was the first to approach Eddie.

"You saved my friends and Hawkins," El said. "Thank you."

"And you must be the supergirl who saved our asses multiple times," Eddie said. "It is I who should be thanking you."

"Wonder Woman," El corrected. "I like Wonder Woman."

"A girl after my own heart. Really could have used the lasso of truth sometimes, huh?" Eddie asked.

"Max says it would help to use it on Mike," El said with a smile.

"Yeah. Love that kid, but he's a tough nut to crack," Eddie said.

"I like you," El giggled.

"I like you too," Eddie said, booping her nose. "Oh, I think you have something in your ear."

El gaped when he pulled a quarter out of her ear, and Eddie grinned as he showed her the trick. Meanwhile, the other three were leaning on the kitchen, watching them fondly. Steve tilted his head as he watched them. He leaned close to Hop.

"You know, they kind of look a like," Steve said.

"They do," Joyce said. "Do you think they might be related?"

"Huh," Hopper said, narrowing his eyes at them. "I'll look into it but I doubt it."

"I should probably teach Eddie how to feed," Steve said. "As much as I hate to break this up."

"I am hungry," Eddie said. "Now that you mention it."

"Come on, out in the woods," Steve said.

Steve walked out the back door with Eddie, leaving the others inside, and grabbed a bag by the door. Once they were away from prying eyes, Steve reached over and took Eddie's hands. Eddie grinned and intertwined their fingers.

"What am I excepting here?" Eddie asked as they walked into the woods.

"We're going to feed on animals," he replied.

"We're not going to kill them, are we?" Eddie asked as he went pale.

"Of course not. It's sweet that you're worried about that," Steve said and kissed his cheek. "We're going to find a deer now. Focus and use your senses."

It took a while, but eventually, they found a deer. It helped that they could see in the dark. Steve held the deer gently and exposed its neck to Eddie.

"You'll feed right here, and I'll show you when to stop," Steve said. "After that, you should be able to know when to stop feeding. When you get done, lick the wound."

Eddie gave him a weird look before exposing his fangs. He sunk them into the deer and drank deeply. Steve began stroking the back of his head, and Eddie's eyes fluttered. Steve yanked at his hair and pulled him back. He was done.

"Jesus," Eddie said.

"Now, lick the wound," Steve said.

Eddie gave him an odd look, but he did what Steve told him. Eddie grinned when the skin started to stitch itself back together.

"It's healing!" Eddie exclaimed and laughed.

"Yeah, now get the food and water out of the bag. Give it to the deer," Steve said.

"That's fair," Eddie said and cooed as he fed the deer.

Steve smiled and watched him pet the deer before sending him on its way.

"It's still very weird, but it's better than feeding on humans, and we'll certainly draw less attention this way," Steve shrugged, and Eddie stared at him. "What?"

"What do you think it's like for vampires to feed off each other?" Eddie said.

"I don't know, want to find out?" Steve asked.

"Yeah!"

Steve smirked before pinning Eddie to the ground, his hands above his head.

Meanwhile. . .

Inside the house, Hopper, Joyce, and El were waiting patiently for them to return. They needed to discuss Eddie's return and how they were going to announce it to the world. Plus, Hopper was curious to know if they could handle not one but two vampires living in Hawkins. There were so many things to talk about.

"They should have been back by now, right?" Joyce asked.

"I will go check on them," El said.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out there with two vampires in the middle of a hunt," Hopper said. "I'll go."

"Do you have powers?" El asked.

"Well, no," Hopper frowned.

"Then I will go," El said.

"There's no use arguing with you, is there?" Hopper sighed. "Fine."

El went out the backdoor and came back a few minutes later.

"They are alright. I did not see them, but Eddie is making happy screams. Whatever Steve is teaching him, Eddie keeps agreeing with him a lot," El said and paused. "Mom? Dad?"

"What is it?" Joyce asked softly.

"Why would Steve call Eddie Daddy? Eddie is not Steve’s father," El frowned.

Joyce almost choked on her water as she laughed.

"You want to take this one, Hop?" Joyce asked in amusement.

"I do not," Hopper said with a groan.

"I will ask Mike," El nodded. "Once they know Eddie's alive."

"You will not! Alright, fine! I'm going to need to sit down for this one," Hopper said. "And a drink."

Once they came back, Hopper was glaring at them, and El's face was a little red.

"Did we miss something?" Eddie asked.

"I'm happy for you guys, I really am, but next time, keep it in the bedroom so I don't have to explain to my daughter again why Steve likes to call Eddie Daddy," Hopper said.

"Oh god!" Steve exclaimed, covering his face with his hands.

"Sorry about that, Ellie," Eddie winced.

"I did not see anything, but you are very loud," El replied.

"Sorry. Again, I'm so sorry."

The embarrassment that had settled over the lot of them had faded over the last couple of days. Although, Joyce still thought it was funny. Eventually, people learned about Eddie's return, and so, over the next few days, Steve’s house was filled with people. He watched as Eddie was tearfully reunited with his uncle and the rest of Corroded Coffin, Eddie introducing Steve with a huge grin on his face. His reunion with his uncle had made Steve tear up, but when Eddie was reunited with Dustin, he let the tears fall as Eddie and Dustin pulled him into the hug. He held them both so tightly, never wanting let either of them go.

"Mother reunites son with baby daddy," Robin said. "That's a great headline."

"Fuck off, Robin!"

It was strange, despite the fact that Eddie and Steve were technically dead, he never felt more alive than in this very moment.

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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TokRev Boys as (songs about) Cheaters (again)

but lil drabbles this time! (<400 words each) for multiple characters bc i haven't written anything in a whole ass while p suggestive at points and obviously lots of infidelity.

Follow me;; You're feelin guilty and I'm well aware; But you don't look ashamed and baby I'm not scared

“Baby,” his voice cooed into your ear, “hey, look at me.” You dug your face deeper in your lover’s neck to catch your breath from exertion taking advantage of your position on top of the man to dodge his eyes. You were sure that, given your history, when he felt the heat of your cheeks burn his neck he’d understand. And he did. He knew the weight of the rings nestled on your left hand were heavy with guilt. He knew you weren’t proud of how often you found yourself under him or in this case on top of him knowing your husband would be home in just two hours, hungry for the dinner you didn’t even care to start yet. But he also knew that when he was fucking you, you never looked so happy. He knew that you’d met your match with him, that your husband could never compare to him sexually. He knew you wanted, no needed, this arrangement even more than he did. “Come on angel, talk to me.” The dulcet tone he spoke in washed over you and with a sigh, you spoke slowly against the junction of his shoulder.

“You know already, s’just not right. I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

He hummed at that and lifted your hips to slide himself from your warmth, “What’s not right is him having someone like you and not giving her what she needs.” He countered shaper than he meant to. Falling back into his routine of soothing your conscience, he softened, “I know you feel guilty,” he coaxed your head from his neck and brush some hair behind your ear, “but don’t deny yourself this tiny bit of happiness,” big hands cup your face and pull your foreheads together, “because he doesn’t know. He won’t know. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt any of us. And baby,” he brought his lips to ghost over yours, “I’m not scared of him.”

mikey, baji, RAN

Lips of an angel;; Well, my girl's in the next room/Sometimes I wish she was you/I guess we never really moved on

“Sweetheart, why’s your boss calling you so late?”

Oh. A half-rehearsed huff of annoyance left his lips as he thumped down the stairs of his shared apartment to pluck his vibrating phone from his girlfriend’s hand. “Who knows.” He grumbles and excuses himself with a pained smile.

Having safely absconded to his office, he picks up the phone, “Hey, it’s late, what’s up, angel?” His tone is hardly more than an airy whisper and tinted with concern at the edges. A soft whimper of his name puts him at full alert, but god he’d never get over hearing his name tumble for your lips, “Honey are you crying?” He curses the situation, knowing he can’t realistically leave his place at 10 pm to comfort the ex he’d never fallen out of love with under the pretense of work.

You let out a whiny noise of disagreement and he snaps into understanding, imagining the way your teeth catch the plush of your lower lip with your hands between your thighs. “Oh, my girl’s needy.” He coos into the receiver, “You know,” his voice drops an octave and listens carefully for signs that his girlfriend was busying herself in the kitchen as he palms at himself, “I dreamt about you last night after you told me yours. Dreamt that you were my girl again. That I could paint that pretty pussy white whenever the fuck I wanted it.”

He never meant for things to go this far when he insisted you two ‘stay friends’ when you broke things off, but fuck if it didn’t feel like the most rewarding gamble of his life every single time he got to hear your adorable pitchy sounds when he made you cum. Even if it was sparsely in person these days.

draken, MITSUYA, kakucho

Got my number;; If you need someone who can love you while he's gone/Baby, you got my number, got my number

Your fingers hover over your keyboard, inspecting the generic greeting text you’ve typed out for the fourth time and once again find some flaw. Or, maybe it wasn’t a flaw in the text but your conscience telling you to keep you proverbial mouth shut and not reach out to the hot guy you hit it off with at that girls’ night out a week ago. You don’t get to consider the origin of the feeling that keeps you tapping backspace with fervor for long, however, because suddenly you see the green ring around his profile picture in your messaging app. He’s in the chat. He’s seeing you flounder. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You close the app and throw your phone at the other end of the couch. Fuck it. No booty call is worth that shame, especially with the stakes as high as they were with your boyfriend’s uncertain business travel plans. Forget it. It was stupid to take that chance anyw-

Your damned phone rings and you know exactly who it is before you even look. You answer with the most obvious faux unbothered “hello” that has ever been spoken and curse your nerves for betraying you.

“Darling,” his voice drawls and you can hear his fucking smirk, “I may bite, but I don’t judge. Now what was it you were wanting to ask?” He questioned, fully aware of your answer.

“I thought about your offer the other night and thought we could maybe meet in the middle and hang out sinc-“

“Since your bed is empty?”

“-Since I happen to not have plans and could use some entertainment.” You said with a diplomatic and only mildly indignant tone to hide the embarrassment of being seen through.

“If it’ll make you feel better, I can take you to that nice Italian place ya told your friends he’d never agree to go to. You can pretend we’re having a nice proper date before I fuck you senseless. How’s that sound?”

SHUJI, inui, RINDOU

So that's a thing I did.

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k-sickies · 1 year

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So it is finally finished. I think it's my longest fic yet. I'm not 100% satisfied, and I might add a part two, but I'm not sure yet. I hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry about any mistakes. I haven't proof read it-

I would love feedback on this one or talk about in general

Sick Lee know feat Caretaker Hyunjin and Chan (mostly Hyunjin)

Warning: mention of vomit and acrophobia

As soon as Minho woke up he knew today wouldn't be such a good day. Since the morning Minho felt bad, not too bad to be really concerning enough for him to speak up about it but bad enough that his stomach has kept him up all night long. He doesn’t know what he did wrong or what it is, but his stomach kept on hurting and churning through the whole night. He couldn’t do anything but curl up under his blanket and rub his aching middle. At some point in the night he had enough and took medicine. It helped enough that he could sleep for a few hours. However, as soon as he woke up he noticed that the ache that settled deep inside of his stomach didn't go away overnight.

Even worse is that today they're having a filming day for their show. Which means they have to be somewhere the whole day and solve missions. He already knew where that somewhere was. It's an amusement park. The last place he wants to be today. The only good thing is that he was allowed to wear what he wanted for today's schedule.

So that's how he ended up getting a baggy hoodie and pants that were rather loose on his stomach. As he walked to the bathroom he could already hear some yelling. Someone probably tried to wake up Hyunjin but couldn't wake him up.

As he arrived in the bathroom he brushed his teeth and fixed himself. He changed into fresh underwear and pants. For a moment he just stood there without wearing a shirt having the extra pressure from the waistband of his jeans on his upset stomach isn’t the most comfortable thing eight now. He placed one hand on his stomach, he softly rubbed small circles on his stomach, in hopes that it would calm down. It bought him some sort of comfort, but it was still aching badly and was churning under the palm of his hand.

Suddenly he felt really hot. Sweat formed on his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and held himself up on the sink. He felt dizzy but it didn't take long until it went away. He took a deep breath. Wondering what just happened. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep.

He looked in the mirror. His stomach was slightly bloated. Not by much, probably no one would notice. But he sure did notice.

Shaking his head as a weak attempt to get his mind to shut up, he put his hoodie on.

Minho walked out of the bathroom and joined Changbin, Seungmin and Han on the dining table. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with some rice. Although he doesn't feel hungry he knew he had to eat at least something.

Without saying anything he listened to the conversation. Seugmin and Han being the ones who are excited for today's shoot. Already talking about the rides they want to go in. Changbin on the other hand wasn't so excited as he was scared of most of the rides. Minho couldn't agree more with Changbin this time. He wasn't scared of the rides like Changbin was but he certainly is afraid of the rides that put him high above the ground.

Sure he can power through it but it's nothing he could enjoy. Except they let him sit out on most rides but knowing their company and managers that wouldn't be an option. Of course he knew that he could still say no if it made him panic too badly but he also doesn't want to burden everyone. Also he doesn't want to disappoint the fans too much with the lack of his appearance. So he knew there's no way out. However right now his stomach is giving him more trouble than anything else. He doesn't know what's exactly going on. For now he tells himself it's just nerves. It could be a possibility as he is really concerned about the rides. He really hoped it would go away soon.

The first thing that annoyed Minho was the car ride. The seatbelt was constantly digging in his sensitive stomach, making him even more uncomfortable. Somehow along the way to the amusement park Minho could feel a change in his stomach, the ache got worse and slight cramps started to kick in. It wasn’t too bad to speak up yet. However, he probably wouldn’t even speak up, not now, it’s just a stomach ache. He’s an adult, he can handle that. But, the truth is he wished for some kind of relief. His thoughts got interrupted as someone tapped his arm.

"Wanna listen to the new beat I made?" Chan asked as he offered one side of his headphones.

Minho just nodded and accepted. He placed the earphone in and listened to it. It was a slow beat. Nothing too hectic. It sounds calming.

"See, I'm working on his new song. It's really special to me. Do you like it so far?" Chan asked

"Yes. It sounds really calming. Not your usual beats but I really like it so far." Minho said honestly.

Chan couldn't help but smile. His eyes formed crescents as his dimples popped out and his ears turned red. "Ah it's far from good, but I try my best." He chuckled

"How are you holding up?" Chan asked quietly that only Minho could hear him.

Minho's eyes widened a bit. Worried that Chan already catched on. "What do you mean..?" He asked

"I know you don't like most of the rides. I'm sure it's stressing you out already." Chan said

Minho hummed "Yeah, I'll be okay."

Chan smiled softly "You know, if you really don't want to go in one ride you can say no. They can't force you. No one will be mad at you. Especially not the kids or me."

"Idiot." mumbled Minho but a small smile appeared on his lips. Secretly he's grateful for Chan's words but he wouldn't admit that out loud.

The rest of the car ride wasn't much but talking here and there. Some bickering between Hyunjin and Han. Seungmin making the driest jokes and everyone laughing about it. It wasn't long but they all enjoyed those quality moments.

As they arrived they all weren't expecting the park to be so big and full of people. To be honest they all did enjoy that other people are there too, it made it seem like more like a free day than work.

The staff explained the rules to them.

They had to split up in pairs of two and had to clear the missions that are in the envelope each duo would get. The duo who solved the most mission is the winner and could decide on a penalty for the losing team and on top of that would get free coupons for a famous restaurant. They all were hyped for the prices. Especially the part were they can decide what the losing team should do.

One of the staff members spoke up. "And here are the teams: Chan and I.N. Felix and Changbin. Han and Seungmin. Hyunjin and Lee know."

They all were happy with their teammates. Minho was a bit disappointed, he did hope to be teamed up with Chan as he wasn't feeling so well. But he knew he could count on Hyunjin in these situations too and maybe his body would be fine by then. Right now his stomach clamped a bit down and he's distracted by excitement. The park sure does look like fun and maybe he doesn't even have to go on any big rides.

So that's how the teams split up and all started their missions.

Minho opened the envelope with the first mission and read it together with Hyunjin.

"Find a slide and slide down..?"

Hyunjin snorted. "We're not toddler's."

Minho arched an eyebrow "Are you sure you're not one?"

Hyunjin just looked at him, rolling his eyes.

"Let's find one, I wanna win this and go on rides!"

He basically dragged Minho with him and it didn't take until they found a slide in the kids section. Minho couldn't help but laugh as Hyunjin tried to go on the slide. It just looked so gunny. Especially with Hyunjins long legs. You could almost say that he looked longer than the slide.

"Well I would say we cleared the first mission!" Hyunjin shouted as he ran over to Minho and the staff.

"You did good. You really looked like a toddler." Minho grinned

Hyunjin smacked Minhos arm and stuck out his tongue. Making the older laugh and rolling his eyes himself.

"So what's the next mission?" The older one asked the staff.

They handed them the second envelope and this time Hyunjin opened it.

As Hyunjin read it the started to laugh.

"It's your turn this time." He said to Minho.

The older arched an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"It says you should order some food and then tell them you ordered something else." Hyunjin explained

Minho sighed in annoyance "Seriously? That's- ugh okay I'll do it."

So that's how they ended up ordering something at one of the food shops there.

"Excuse me.." Minho started

"Uhm we ordered a salad but you gave us an corndog.."

The crew members staff eyes widened "I'm Sorry sir." She started

Minho interrupted her. "It's okay. We take it anyways. Here's your money. Keep the change. Have a nice day."

He said without an interruption and immediately went as far away as possible. Corndog still in his hand.

"That was embarrassing." Minho said

Hyunjin bursted out laughing. "I didn't expect it to go this way but I guess we cleared the second mission."

"Oh shut it. You wouldn't have done it any better." Minho said while rolling his eyes.

He held out the corndog to Hyunjin

"It's your food? You can eat it." Hyunjin said. Confused why Minho would share the food with him, he just bought.

Minho grinned. "Eat it or I'll let you eat tissues again."

Hyunjin held up his hands in defeat and nodded. He then took the corn dog and took a bite out of it.

"Taste good?" Minho asked

Hyunjin nodded "You want some?"

Immediately Minho shook his head. "No thanks."

Hyunjin just shrugged and continued to eat. Minho on the other hand was glad that he was away from any restaurants. The smell of the food messed up his stomach again. He had it under control because he was distracted by the missions. Actually it was fun. He didn't expect to have fun today but he had. However, that smell made his stomach turn. Right now he has it under control again, but he can't help but wonder what's wrong with him. However, he was happy to have Hyunjin by his side right now. The younger one was a good distraction.

While Hyunjin was eating, the older one checked out their next mission. His face paled as he read what they had to do. He sat down on the bench next to Hyunjin and read the letter over and over again. The younger one noticed that something was going on so he leaned over Minho's shoulder and read the letter. They have to go on a ride and not any ride but the freefall tower. Hyunjin nudged his elbow against Minho's side. With his other hand he took the letter out of his hand to have it out of Minho's sight.

"You know you don't have to go." He mumbled

Minho nodded. There's no way he's able to ride that thing. It looks terrifying even from a distance. But it's a short ride and he really doesn't want to disappoint anyone.

"I can go alone on that one." Hyunjin interrupted Minho's thoughts.

"No its okay. I'll be okay. I'm just a bit nervous." Minho insisted.

Hyunjin frowned but didn't say anything else. He knows he could mess everything up if he pushed the older too much. He was glad that Minho admitted to being nervous. Usually he wouldn't do that that easily. So Hyunjin knows better to push his limits. He sure would keep an close eye on Minho though.

"Can we take a short break?" Hyunjin asked The staff.

Minho wanted to say, he wanted to say he doesn't need a break, that he is fine and no one needs to worry. But Hyunjin didn't let him.

"I need to digest my food." Hyunjin laughed

Minho looked at Hyunjin. That was a lie and he knew that Hyunjin has a strong stomach when it comes to those things but Minho chose to ignore that for now. He was glad about that break. No cameras on them for about 10 minutes. Minho could relax for a moment. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes. Enjoying the background noises and ignoring everything else around him or what was going on in his body.

On the other hand Hyunjin watched the older one closely. He noticed the sweat that was forming on his Hyungs forehead and how his brows were furrowed. He knew something was wrong but he wasn't so sure if Minho was just nervous or if it was something else. He just hopes that his Hyung would talk to him if it's getting too much. For now he would just enjoy the break.

A few minutes later the break was over.

"You good to go?" Hyunjin asked.

Minho nodded. "Your stomach has digested?" He teased

Hyunjin nodded proudly as he patted his own stomach, making Minho laugh.

Now they made their way over to the ride. The line was long, they probably had to wait there for around half an hour. Minho doesn't know if he was happy about that or not. He looked up at the tower and swallowed. It was huge. Minho watched as the ride started. It slowly went up and stopped at the top for a moment only to rush down at a rather high speed. Minho swallowed and looked down. His stomach is rolling just by watching others be on that ride. He looked over at Hyunjin. The younger one seemed fine or more like he seemed very excited. He tried to keep a straight face. He couldn't crumble before the camera, in front of Stay. He remembered Chans and Hyunjins words. He doesn't have to go on that ride. He only had to speak up. But that was the problem. He couldn’t. He was far too embarrassed and he knew he had to almost beg the staff to not let him go on that ride. They all knew about his fear of heights but sometimes the staff didn't really care. They made him do those things anyway.

While waiting in the line Minho got more and more restless as each minute passed. He tried his best to not show it but it was so hard to keep the facade. He could feel his stomach acting up, cramps started to go through his system. The nagging feeling is now full on aching. He started to sweat and feel somewhat lightheaded. Minho fumbled with his fingers. Nervously he looked around. The staff and camera right behind him, making him even more nervous. All the noises and people didn't help his case either. His breath got faster as they moved in line. Now being only a few minutes away from getting on the ride. He didn't notice how place he gone and how much he was shaking until he felt someone grab his hand and stroking softly over it.

"Hyung?" Hyunjin mumbled loud enough to be heard by Minho but not be catched on by the camera or staff. "You really don't have to go if you don't want to."

Minho shook his head. "I can do this."

Hyunjin sighed. "No you don't! You're shaking. I know you're scared, everyone would understand."

"I'm not. It's nothing. I'm fine." Minho spoke sternly.

Hyunjin squeezed the olders hand now speaking softly . "Do you want me to tell them, Min?"

Minho crumbled at the nickname but shook his head. "I want to go on that ride."

Hyunjin sighed. Not satisfied with the answer but accepted it. He couldn't change the olders mind but the least he could do was be there for him. So he leaned against the older and rested his head onto Minho's shoulder. His hand still holding firmly onto the older one's. Minho was glad to share the touch right now. Usually he wouldn't accept comfort this easily but with how anxious he was feeling right now he was glad to share it. Beside that his stomach twisted uncomfortably. The waiting is stressing him out and he just wants to go home. He’s just so done. The older gave Hyunjins hand a hard squeeze. He took a glance around. There are so many people. Was the freefall tower always that big? He doesn’t know. But right now it feels too crowded in the line. He's sweating more and more by now, his hands felt clammy but cold. He felt like everything around him was spinning. The dizziness wasn’t too bad, but it sure was uncomfortable. His heart is pounding in his chest, too fast for comfort. It feels like it’s jumping out of his thorax. He took a deep breath and squeezed Hyunjins hand again. His stomach churning. His chest feels tight and air is bubbling up. He swallows it down the best he can, but it feels sour and only leaves discomfort. Hyunjin didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't change Minho's mind. So all he could do is be there for him. He caressed with his thumb over Minho's hand. His head is still resting on Minho's shoulder. He just wanted to take the olders hand and drag him out of here.

The thoughts got interrupted by Minhos stomach rumbling rather loud which surprised Hyunjin. The younger one looked up and saw how Minho's ears turned red. Probably in embarrassment.

"Hungry?" Hyunjin tried to joke.

Minho just shook his head which concerned Hyunjin even more. "You feel sick?"

"Nervous.." Minho mumbled.

Hyunjin nodded as he gave Minhos hand another squeeze. "We're next. We still can go and just turn this mission down."

"No. No I'm fine." Minho said. Knowing he didn't even sound convincing at all.

Without changing another word they went up to the ride. It finally was their turn. Minho just want it to be over with. It couldn't be that bad. He could do this. He had to. Now as he sat in the ride, seatbelt closed, he couldn't say no anymore. However, the panic got worse and worse. His hands were shaking, breath hitching up. He could feel his heart pounding through his whole body. The ride hasn't even started yet but he wanted it to end already.

The seatbelts fastened and slowly the ride started to get up. Now Minho really was about to panic. He tried to take a deep breath but he couldn't get any air in his lungs. He couldn't help but panic.

"I wanna go out. I-" He stopped in the middle of the sentence. Too scared by the whole motion of going up further and further.

Hyunjin widened his eyes. "Shit. Hyung we can't. It already started. We-"

"I wanna go out, please. I can't do this. I really can't." Minho said. Now full on panicking.

"Hyung. Look at me." Hyunjin tried but couldn't catch Minhos attention.

So he took matters in his own hand and turned Minho's head to look at him. "Only look at me, okay? Don't look down. I'm right here. Take a deep breath with me."

Hyunnin grabbed Minho's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Minho nodded. His hand squeezed Hyunjins until his knuckles turned white. He probably did hurt Hyunjin but he couldn't think about it and neither said Hyunjin anything about it.

He tried to take a deep breath. Finally getting some air into his lungs. He still was scared but he had Hyunjin. He could do this. However, his stomach had other plans. It twisted and cramped. With his free hand he grabbed at his stomach. It felt hard to the touch and he could feel it churning under his finger tips. He felt like he was about to get sick.

While the ride went further up he only took deep breaths and held onto Hyunjin like a lifeline. He just wants it to be over. He should have listened and just not go on this ride. Why was he so stupid? He should have just taken Hyunjis offer. He didn't even need to say anything, the younger would have taken the blame. Oh why was he so stupid. He's regretting everything he has done today.

As the ride stopped at the tip Minho made the mistake to look down, the view made him dizzy but he couldn't even think about it as the ride suddenly dropped. Not only the ride dropped but his whole stomach too. His breath got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even scream, all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and squeeze Hyunjins hand as hard as possible. The drop didn't take long but to Minho it felt like hours. He didn't even realize that the ride was finished and he finally could get out of it. All he had in mind was his stomach that is now in his throat. He swallowed and swallowed but it didn't seem like he could keep his contents down.

Hyunjin noticed that something seriously was wrong with Minho as normally he would escape out of those situations as soon as possible.

"Hyungie?" Hyunjin asked

Minho wanted to say something. Wanted to say that he needs to go to the bathroom and that his stomach is killing him right now. That he feels like he will lose his dignity right here and now. As soon as he wanted to open his mouth a wet burp came up. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and hunched over slightly. Moaning in discomfort as the nausea increased. His stomach was cramping and the nausea was almost unbearable. He was in a cold sweat and squeezed his eyes shut. His breath hitched and he started to breath in and out loud and uncomfortable. The contents in his stomach swirling and sloshing around. Air bubbles stuck in his chest and he couldn’t do anything else but press his arms into his aching stomach

“Min Hyungie..?” Hyunjin asked softly, reaching out to touch the olders shoulder.

With a gag Minho lurched forward and a thick stream of vomit landed on the floor. All he had this morning made its comeback and it wasn’t tasting good at all.

Quickly Hyunjin was by his side and rubbed his spine up and down.

“It’s okay. Just let it up, that will make you feel better.” He comforted

Everyone around Minho froze, some of the other amusement park guests and the staff looked in shock but mostly in disgust at the idol. Hyunjin noticed the looks around them and tried his best to shield his Hyung away from everyone. Their staff members didn't do anything, only standing there. Hyunjin started to get really angry as he saw the cameraman was still filming them.

"Turn that damn thing off!" He spat.

His attention immediately going back to Minho as he gagged up another round of sickness.

After a few minutes that felt like hours Minho finally was empty, he spit one last time onto the ground and wiped his mouth with the tissue that Hyunjin held out.

„Sorry ‘m don’t feel good..” Minho slurred, voice thick.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Hyunjin took the olders hand and squeezed it softly.

Minho looked up and only now he registered what was happening. The whole crew was staring at him and to make it worse strangers also stared at him. Some held their hands in front of their nose and scrunch their face up in disgust. Others were snickering. Minho was beyond embarrassed. He just threw up in front of everyone. This is humiliating. Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked up at Hyunjin.

"Jinnie.." he mumbled. Trying to keep his tears from rolling down.

"I'm here. I'll get you out of here." Hyunjin said.

And so he helped Minho to walk out of the situation. The older leaned his body against Hyunjin. He couldn’t think straight right now as the whole situation overwhelmed him. His stomach was still aching badly and the ride was horrible. On top of that he humiliated himself in front of the crew and strangers.

Hyunjin helped him sit down on a bench that was shielded away from most people so they had some kind of privacy. Minho sat there his whole frame shaking as he couldn't hold back the tears. He ain't one to easily cry but right now he couldn't care less. He hid his face in his hands and sniffles softly

Immediately Hyunjin wrapped his arms around the older one and pulled him close.

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin said softly, almost too soft.

“It’s embarrassing..” Minho mumbled.

The younger man hummed, understanding the situation. He pulled Minho as close as possible and let the older rest his head against his chest.

They stay like that for a moment. Until Minho felt worse again. He was covered in cold sweat and panting. The dizziness is getting worse as the pain in his stomach is almost unbearable. It felt as if he’s about to pass out. His stomach is letting out a loud and harsh gurgle.

Minho started to shift uncomfortably. He knew it was bad, but he didn’t really know what was happening to him. That is, until a harsh round of bile rushed up his throat. He put one hand over his mouth and pushed Hyunjin aside. Leaning to the side as liquid splashed into the trashcan next to him. Minho wretched again, continuing to bring up round after round of bile.

Hyunjin rubbed the olders spine up and down, mumbling sweet nothings into his ear to comfort him. He pressed a soft kiss on the olders neck. Holding him up.

After a while the dancer only was left with dry heaves. His stomach is still feeling off.

“Shh, you’re working yourself up, Min.” Hyunjin said and carefully pulled the older up again.

Reluctantly Minho gave in and let himself pull against Hyunjins chest. He nuzzled his head in the soft fabric and inhaled the youngers sweet scent. For a while Minho ignored everything, only concentrating on the patterns that Hyunjin drew on his back and his soft breathing. After a while his stomach calmed down enough that he was able to relax for a bit.

“Was it the ride that got you so sick?” Hyunjin asked as he stroked his Hyungs hair.

Minho shook his head "No…felt off since the morning.."

Hyunjin sighed "You should have said anything." And I should have dragged you out of here.. Hyunjin thought the last part.

Minho hummed. He knew he had to but he couldn't. Even now he feels embarrassed to admit how he feels. "I want Channie Hyung.."

"I'll call him." is all Hyunjin said. He took a few steps back and called his Hyung explaining the situation but leaving the part that Minho was crying. Immediately Chan made his way to the sick boy.

Hyunjin looked sadly over to Minho. He felt guilty about what happened. He shouldn't have let Minho go on that ride. Hyunjin bit down on his lips, swallowing the guilt down and putting on a smile.

"Can I sit beside you..?"

Minho was a bit taken aback by that question but only nodded. He knew Hyunjin well. The younger one easily overthinks. He wanted to say something but is way too exhausted right now to find the right words. But he kept that in mind. He needs Hyunjin to know that he was more than grateful to have him here. They sat in silence for a while.

It didn't took until Chan arrived. Looking absolutely worried.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked.

"That ride messed with my stomach rather well but for now I'm okay.' Minho said. This time it was the truth. His stomach was still aching but the nausea was bearable. So he called it a win.

Chan furrowed his brows "Why did they make you go in one anyway? Especially a free-fall tower. And why did no one get him out there?" Chan looked around Hyunjin and the staff.

He started to get angry by now and it was obvious. Everyone knew that it took long for him to get angry but it always was a scary thing to watch.

"It's really irresponsible to make a person with acrophobia go on such rides especially if he's sick!"

While the staff tried to calm down the situation and talk to Chan, Hyunjin looked at the ground and fumbled with his hands. He really felt guilty now. Tears formed in his eyes but he knew better than to cry now. He isn't the one who needs comfort. If anything he thinks he needs scolding too. Hyunjin swallowed the tears and guilt down. Trying his best to sound confident.

"Hyung." He catched Chans attention

"Minho Hyung needs you right now." Hyunjin said as he pointed over to his sick Hyung.

Chan only nodded before he walked over to Minho he told the staff to get the cars ready and that they would stop filming for today.

The leader sat down beside Minho and rubbed over his knee.

"You think you can walk back to the car?"

Minho was unsure so he just shrugged "Can you help me..?" He mumbled.

The leader smiled softly "Of course."

It took rather long for them to walk to the cars. They had to stop here and there because Minho's stomach didn't like the walking at all. Sometimes he had to sit down and take deep breaths until the nausea went away. As they arrived and he finally sat down in the car he was more than glad. He even was handed some pills to help with the nausea. Gladly he took them.

Chan insisted that the two of them would share a car. He sat down beside Minho.

Minho leaned his head back and closed his eyes. One of his hands rested between his stomach and the seatbelt. He couldn't handle any pressure there right now. The nausea was barely there right now but his stomach was still aching. Not as bad as before but definitely bad enough to bother him.

"Try to sleep, I'll wake you as soon as we're home." Chan said as he ruffled through he youngers hair.

Minho leaned into the touch and hummed. He relaxed and tried to drift off to sleep. He wasn't in deep sleep just taking a nap but it was enough to help with his exhaustion.

A few hours later they arrived back at the dorm. Chan helped Minho back in and the first thing he went to was the bathroom to clean himself up. His shirt was soaked with sweat and all he wanted was to get out of those uncomfortable pants. So he changed into some sweatpants and a fresh shirt. With a look in the mirror he noticed that his stomach was visible sticking out with how bloated it was. Out of embarrassment he wrapped his arms around his stomach to hide it as he walked out of the bathroom.

Chan waited outside, ready to help Minho back to his room and in his bed. As Minho laid there he still has his arms wrapped around his stomach. Chan frowned at that action. He placed one hand on Minho's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Does it hurt that bad? Do you want me to rub it? Or anything else I can do?" Chan asked

Minho smiled softly "You don't have to.. actually..can you get Hyunjin? I could use some cuddles.." he mumbled.

Chan was a bit surprised by that request but nodded "Of course. I'll get him."

It didn't take long for Hyunjin to arrive in Minho's room. He closed the door behind him so now it was only the two of them. The younger one fumbled with his shirt, looking through the room but not really at Minho. The older one knew what was going on. He patted his bed and looking at Hyunjin. Waiting for the younger to lay down with him. Instead Hyunjin sat only down at the bed which made Minho scoff in annoyance. He grabbed the younger ones arm and pulled him down.

"Stop thinking."

Hyunjin sighed. "I'm Sorry…for today. I shouldn't have let you go on that ride. I-"

Minho interrupted him "It's not your fault. I probably wouldn't have let you even if you did try to drag me away."

"Mhm maybe. I still should have tried." Hyunjin sighed.

"Stop that and do your thing. Cuddle your Hyung." Minho teased.

Hyunjin giggled and wanted nothing more than to do that. "Your hands are in the way."

Reluctantly Minho unwrapped his arms from his middle, revealing his bloated stomach. Hyunjin widened his eyes at that. He frowned and carefully placed his hand on the olders stomach. It was rather hard to the touch.

"It must hurt badly." Hyunjin said

Minho hummed "It hurts a lot, Jinnie.."

Hyunjin cooded in sympathy as started to rub Minho's stomach in clockwise circles. He didn't apply pressure, only enough to be noticed.

Immediately Minho relaxed under the touch and curled up around Hyunjins side. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Please don't tell anyone.."

At first Hyunjin was a bit confused but he then understood. Minho cried today and he never does that in front of the members so it must be really embarrassing for him

"I won't. I promise." Hyunjin said as he placed a soft kiss on his Hyungs forehead.

Minho closed his eyes at that and tried to drift off to sleep. Hoping he would feel better in the morning.

#kpop sickfic #emeto #stray kids emeto #stray kids sickfics #Sick!Leeknow

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Prisoner P2

Media IRL X Scifi

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Tbs X Reader

Rating joyful

Concept Lab Rats

I accepted, because of course I did. Living out the rest of my sentence in a place like this seemed like utter paradise, and so far it had been.

They gave me a new port on my neck and every morning a nurse would come and put a small purple vile into my port wait till it emptied and then they'd go typically without a word. the vile was always turned in such a way I was unable to see the words written on the side of the vile, and they always took it with them only removing it from their pocket or hand Immediately putting it into my port twisting twice, waiting and then pulling it out adding it back to their pocket again.

I didn't argue, It didn't make me feel strange or anything not even sleepy or anything.

Then I'd be left alone in my room to watch tv, make food, do any number of hobbies, sleep, shower, do whatever I wanted, and every day on the dot at two seventeen a analyst arrived.

He would come and sit with me for an hour or so talking about things, most of which didn't seem to matter all that much but I answered honestly.

Thing had been fine for months now, I had gotten into a good routine and never had issues...

Well except- Some nights I'd be tossing and turning in my bed. I'm awake, but not. Paralyzed but not. Aware of my body and yet somewhat aware I'm away from it. My body would ache, burn and go though the most horrific pain I could imagine but I'd always wake up the next morning with no scars, no soreness. I just assumed nightmares.

And given the life I had lived... I could be forgiven if it haunted me.

As soon as I told the Analysis about it they began to fade away so I didn't much question it. Maybe this stuff had side effects or something.

I got up and began my day I went on a run on the treadmill, then had a hot shower and brushed my teeth. I got dressed and made myself fresh toast for breakfast from the pantry that refilled from the other side, I ate my breakfast while watching some old cartoons when the door opened to a nurse I finished my food and went sitting on my bed, he didn't speak he merely put the vile to my port and watched it drain removing it quickly "Oww" I said a little aggravated given he pulled it so fast and so hard he didn't respond simply noting on his forms something ands then scampering out of my room, I did a few things around the room making my bed, doing some knitting, watching tv having nothing more then a banana for lunch and soon enough the analysis arrived right on time and we sat at the table,

"Any more of those strange sleep paralysis and night terrors?"

"No, not the nightmares. Paralysis yes. But that's normal"

"Right oh." he nods noting things down "Breakfast?"

"French toast"

"Lunch"

"Banana.

"That all?"

"It was a lot of French toast this morning"

"Plans for dinner,"

"I don't know. I might make jacket potato not sure yet."

"What did you do today?"

"The usual"

"any flashes?"

"No"

"Did you knit today?"

"I did."

"What did you make?"

"...nothing,"

"What did you make?"

"Not sure might be a hat. or a scarf, only just started don't really have any plans"

"Right oh. Question"

"sure"

"When you cook, you over cook. then make yourself skip other meals because your not hungry. Why? why not cook less."

"I don't know. haven't cooked in so long guess my portion measurements are a bit off, And whenever I did use to cook I wasn't alone"

"Right Oh." he nods "That'll be all for today" he says closing his file and heading to the door

I nodded but I got up as he stopped short of my door

"Ohh, One more thing." he says "Dr Lumis says you've been here a year now. Congratulations"

"Thanks. It doesn't feel like a year"

"It'll fly by" he says "But Dr Lumis and I have been thrilled by your progress. and we wanted to give you a little gift"

"No no its fine I'm more then happy to help. this place is far more then I deserve"

"If you will accept, it is a part of our work too."

"Of course, what is it?"

"A roommate." he says tapping on the door to my room

I didn't know what to expect but I guess it makes sense I'm a lab rat they are running experiments on me I'm sure even if I'm not always aware of them, and surely they don't give every lab rat a room like this, I suppose sharing won't be too bad. I didn't want to look as I heard the door open and close, don't know why but I worried about getting my hopes up.

But I would never in all time have expected this, "Sugarcube?"

That voice. That name.

I looked to the door tears already welling up so much it became hard to see until I wiped my eyes, my knees week, resting my hand in front of my mouth to prevent my screams as I saw him there.

his thin body wrapped up in some old jeans and a button down, everything about him much the same as I last remembered his eyes full of tears to see me too I bolted across the room into his arms and he held me tighter then I'd ever been held before, it hurt but I didn't care at all. he felt the same. He smelt the same. even the sound of his breathing was the same. I cried into his shirt and he too cried into me both of us unable to form anything more the the sounds of joyful tears, when my legs gave out he went with me cardling me as I knelt on the floor with my arms around him and he pulled back just enough to see my face

"Please god tell me your real? Please tell me its really you" he cried desperation in his voice

"it's me! It's me I promise. I've missed you so much"

"I don't think missed even comes close. I've been lost without you"

"I never though I'd see you again"

"me either."

"I take it then no complains about your new accommodation?" The analysis asked us both

"No! no complains" Thomas told him

"Happy with your new roommate?"

"Thrilled" I giggled still holding back tears, The analysis left the room leaving us alone. "I can barely believe your real"

"me either, I can't believe they let us near each other let alone be together."

"Clearly they must think pretty highly of whatever that purple stuff is they've been shoving in us"

"...purple? huu mines green"

"Whatever, come on I'll make you a tea"

"Awww okay sugarcube,"

#thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #tbs smut #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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corrodedseraphine · 2 years

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dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #24

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

Waking up, you felt someone gently playing with your hair. Recalling the events of the previous night, you turned around slowly looking at Eddie's slightly smiling face.

"Good morning, sunshine." he said quietly.

"How long have you been awake?" you asked stretching.

"I don't know, time flies differently with you." he laughed.

"Who would have thought that I would ever hear such words from the mouth of Eddie Munson," you said.

"Certainly not me." he replied, sitting down on the bed. "Actually, you make me feel like I'm in some cheap romance."

"You're welcome?"

"I always thought the whole butterflies in the stomach thing was bullshit, but then a little lost, and a little drunk, sheep showed up in my trailer and decided to take a nap in my chamber."

"Are you going to remind me of that for the rest of your life?" hit him with a pillow.

"I will, because it was one of the best moments of my life! Well, maybe right after buying my pretty guitar." he threw it back to you.

" You absolutely must tell me about it!"

"How about listening to this amazing story over breakfast?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Eddie was the first to leave the room and headed for the bathroom. This gave you another moment to lie down and lose yourself in your thoughts. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to focus only on the positive ones. You chased away all the dark clouds swirling in your head and replaced them with the glow you saw when looking at Eddie's smile. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and suddenly a scent reached you, making you understand why Eddie's hair seemed much softer than usual.

"Hey, Eddie?" you shouted from the room.

"Yeah?" you heard a muffled voice coming from behind the door.

"I don't know how you did it, but you can feel honored because even I can't touch my brother's hair cosmetics!"

All you heard in response was quiet laughter. Slightly aroused, you finally got out of bed. Because of the fact that Eddie was still occupying the bathroom you went straight to the kitchen. You looked through the refrigerator shelves, but nothing caught your attention. You weren't even sure if you were hungry at all. You didn't even hear when Eddie came out of the bathroom and approached you placing his hands on your waist. The feel of his touch made a soft smile creep onto your face automatically.

"What do you feel like?" you asked still looking at the refrigerator.

"It all depends on whether you're on the menu too." He said turning you to face him and kissed you lightly. He tasted of toothpaste. This reminded you that you yourself had not yet had a chance to visit the bathroom today, so you immediately moved away.

"D-did I do something wrong?" a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"No!" you shouted a little too quickly. "I just...I haven't brushed my teeth yet." you replied slightly embarrassed.

"Even without the taste of toothpaste you are delicious, cupcake." he winked at you. A blush appeared on your cheeks, seeing this Eddie felt his heart speed up. At that moment, he couldn't get out of his awe at how cute you were. He still couldn't believe that such a sweet and pure heart had chosen him. "What are we eating?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I have no idea, I don't feel hungry at all."

"We have to eat something, cereal will be ok?"

"Sounds good."

Hearing your answer Eddie moved towards the cupboard with the dishes. Taking the opportunity that he is the one in charge of making breakfast you went to the bathroom. You quickly washed up and returned to the boy, who was sitting at the table staring at the white bowl. You sat down across from him and began to eat.

"So? will you tell me about the love of your life?" he confusedly raised his head and sent you a questioning look. "Guitar." you added.

"Ah, right... Did you know that Wayne used to be in a band?"

"No way!" You couldn't imagine his uncle as a rock star. He was one of the most quiet people you ever met in your life. Unlike his nephew.

"Hell yeah, he was a drummer, one of the best around. When I came to live with him I spent every free moment with them at rehearsals. It was something amazing..." As he talked about it you could see little sparks in his eyes. These memories were among the best he had. "They infected me with a love for music, so whenever I could, I took the opportunity to play every possible instrument that happened to be free. But nothing could compare to what I felt playing the guitar. Slowly, every bit of money I earned mowing lawns or walking dogs I put away. Even so, it still wasn't enough. It would have taken years to raise that money on my own, and the old man knew it well. So when Christmas was coming up he told me to take everything out of the piggy bank. I didn't know what was going on, but I did as he ordered. He took all the money, counted it and left the house with it."

"You must have felt shocked." you interjected.

"At first I was so angry with him! He knew very well how much I cared about my own guitar, and he just took them all and didn't come back for several hours. It was the longest few hours of my life!"

"I guess," you laughed.

"When he finally came back all the anger was gone. He held this miracle in his hands and I felt like the happiest kid in the world. It turned out that the old man had also put up some savings, so together we managed to raise enough."

"That's cute." you said feeling a slight emotion. You imagined little Eddie brimmed over with joy at the sight of the instrument. Now you understood why this guitar was so important to him.

"What he did then made me realize that he cares about me much more than I thought." He smiled slightly.

"Your uncle loves you very much." you said without thinking. "You may not notice it, but your trailer is a place where you feel more family love than in more than one mansion."

"We only have each other, and I always try to support him, even if he doesn't approve."

"That's why you're a dealer?" at the sound of those words he croaked.

"Uh- y-yes." he answered uncertainly. "It's the only way to earn enough in a quick time to add to the bills or do some shopping now and then." You saw that the topic you brought up was uncomfortable for him, so you quickly changed it. Someday you will probably return to it, but not today.

The next few hours passed lazily for you. You lounged on the living room couch cuddling and watching TV. You talked about trivial matters, commented on what was happening on the small screen, or simply enjoyed each other's presence in silence. Unfortunately, the sweet moments quickly ended when Hurricane Dustin stormed into the cottage in the afternoon, followed closely by Lucas and Max. Excited from the moment they entered, they began to talk about their theories about what might have gotten Chrissy. They also mentioned that they had told everything to Nancy, who was already on the scene, and a moment later the same thing happened to her friend with whom she went there.

"Great, which means all suspicion will probably go to us again," Eddie nervously combed his hair.

"Unfortunately you may be right," you sighed. You were aware that your life would never be normal again, however, it never crossed your mind that you would be suspected of murder.

"How do we even know what it is?"

"Certainly not the Demogorgon," said Lucas.

"Nor the Mind Flyer," added Max.

"We are dealing with another unknown monster from the Upside Down. We have to think what its victims have in common."

"I saw Chrissy coming out of the psychologist's office, maybe there are some notes there that will help us." suggested Max.

"We also need to find out the name of that friend of Nancy's, I completely can't remember it now." added Lucas.

"Wait, you mean to tell me that you are going to break into the psychologist's office?"

"Yes." Dustin shrugged his shoulders.

"And you are okay with this?" he looked at you shocked.

"I mean... compared to the fact that we once broke into the headquarters of the Russian army this doesn't seem to be a big a deal," he said.

"and I'm the one they think is crazy?!"

"What time do Steve and Robin finish work?" asked Max.

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Can we use your walkie talkie?" without waiting for an answer Henderson walked over to the device, which was lying on the table, and started calling your brother. Outlining their crazy plan, they agreed that together with him and Robin at night they would try to get some information from the cabinet. Later they sat with you for a few more hours telling you about the madness that was going on outside the cabin. Being inside it, you felt cut off from the whole world. It was as if everything had vanished and time had stopped forever. But a visit from the kids quickly brought you back down to earth. It reminded you why you were really here and what you would have to face. To make matters worse, you couldn't hide here for eternity, it was only a matter of days until someone would find you here. Even if not the police, Jason and the angry mob following him will search every, even the most forlorn and deserted corner of Hawkins to find you. That's why you knew how important it was to find out what killed Chrissy as soon as possible, so you agreed that first thing tomorrow morning you would all meet at the cabin and discuss a plan based on what they could find today. After saying goodbye to them, you carefully locked the door and returned to Eddie, who was sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling. When he felt the couch bend slightly under your weight his eyes immediately moved in that direction.

"So you thwarted the plans of the evil Russians?" He asked.

He wanted to force himself to smile however he could not. He felt reality crush him brutally to the ground as he couldn't cope with what was going on in his head. Just when he seemed to have made peace with an underground, scarier version of Hawkins filled with monsters, the uncertainty and fear returned with redoubled force.

"Are you sure you want to talk about it? I know it's hard." you replied looking at him with concern. You could feel his nervousness.

"Maybe talking will allow me to domesticate myself." He replied quietly sighing. "But first I have to eat something."

As Eddie prepared food in the kitchen you hole up in El's room. You wanted with all your might to help him cope with the load of information that had fallen on him. And suddenly you remembered how many years ago, when you and Steve were children and were vacationing with your grandparents always one of your uncles would tell you scary stories. Before going to sleep you would build a big base of chairs, pillows and blankets fencing yourselves off from everything and there you would fall asleep believing that no monster would be able to find you. Smiling to yourself, you began to quickly move and relocate the furniture. The room was small enough that you easily managed to cover the chairs spread out on its opposite ends with a large blanket, which would serve as a roof. You laid out several other blankets on the floor so that it would be softer, and threw in all the pillows you could find and a quilt so that you would have something to cover yourself with. Eddie couldn't hide his curiosity to see you carrying various items into the room, but you left all his questions unanswered. When you finished you joined him in the kitchen to eat the sandwiches he had prepared for you.

"I'd like you to close your eyes before we go there." you said smiling.

"Why?"

"Because I do!" you said grabbing his hands and put them to his eyes. Gently and slowly you led him into the room.

"Dear knight, here is a safe haven. A place where we can rest before the next adventure." you said presenting him the place. Proud of yourself you stood before him. "So let me take care that you find at least some peace and quiet in the Kingdom of Dreamland."

"M'lady, it would be an honor, however, I have one request."

"Yes?"

"Your Majesty will not leave me, never."

"Your wish, is my command, and now I invite you inside," you replied and went inside first, waiting for Eddie to join you. He hesitantly entered and lay down with his face toward yours. "Why is there so much light in you y/n?" he asked while stroking your cheek.

"Sometimes we are in such a dark place that we have to be a light to ourselves." you replied quietly placing your hand on his.

"How did you manage to survive all this?"

"We were extremely lucky, sometimes more luck than smart actually. But we always stayed together. From the very beginning. I think that was the main thing that kept us alive, that we never left anyone behind."

"I remember when everyone started gossiping about the Harrington siblings suddenly becoming friends with the kids. Everyone thought you guys were crazy."

"I still remember the strange looks when someone from the school saw us with Dustin and Will having ice cream. But I didn't care too much about it, they could say what they wanted, but I knew those kids would bring a lot of joy and laughter to my life."

"You weren't wrong. I wish I had been able to meet the little Bayers."

"There will be another opportunity." you laughed. "Promise me that when you meet, you will prepare for him the best campaign in D&D that exists."

"I swear on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You will take part in it, too." You didn't expect it, but this proposal made you feel warmth spreading through your body. He really wanted you to do something he loves together with him, he wanted to share this part of himself with you so you couldn't refuse.

"It will be my pleasure." you replied with a wide smile and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I am so lucky to have you, starlight." he said. "Apart from Wayne, you are the only person who has given me a chance to show my true self and who cares about me."

"Because of how hard on yourself you are, you don't see that there are more people like that, Eddie." Hearing these words, he didn't know how he should react. He was only used to the triggers directed in his direction. In truth, he never expected to hear someone with such certainty tell him that there are people who care about him.

"Now, willingly or unwillingly, you are condemned to us Munson. You are part of a family where no one is left behind." You continued. Seeing the confusion on his face, you changed the subject. "My first meeting with the Upside Down was terrible. Steve and I went to the Bayers' house to find Nancy. There she and Jonathan were already in readiness to fight the Demogorgon. However, we were not. I, in particular, was not when his huge body crushed me to the floor and his maw was right next to my face." You shuddered when this memory appeared before your eyes. "Fortunately, Steve and Jonathan immediately rushed to my rescue. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be here." At the very thought that he might never have known you, he felt pain in his heart. "When they tried to pull me out from under it grabbed my stomach, leaving a small memento." you said and pulled up a piece of your t-shirt showing the claw marks.

"I'm so sorry y/n." he said, gently touching the scars.

"Since then I can't look at myself in the mirror, because all I see are those nasty marks." You sighed and turned on your back.

"They are beautiful." He replied and without thinking he approached your belly placing kisses on it. He was gentle and his lips were warm and soft. A pleasant shiver coursed through your body, and he, feeling it, did not stop. The path his lips formed moved downward until it reached the line of your pants. He pulled himself up so that his face was next to yours.

"With or without scars, you are the most beautiful in the world." he whispered. "And your soul, your highness, is as beautiful as your face and body." He finished by placing another kiss on your lips. You reciprocated it by sinking your hands into his curls, the kiss becoming more and more pawing and passionate. His hands wandered over your body leaving pleasant warm traces encouraging you to close every free space that was between you. You grabbed the ends of his shirt quickly lifting it up, revealing all the tattoos adorning his body. The sight of them turned you on even more. Without thinking much, you also got rid of your T-shirt.

"Y/n..." he said looking at you adoringly. "Are you sure?" he prayed that your answer would be yes. In that moment he needed you more than the air.

"Yes, Eddie. Please." you expelled from yourself pressing your lips to his again. You were insanely thirsty, you needed to feel him in every possible sense of the word. "No More words. Please."

Just as you asked, he stopped talking. Words were unnecessary. That night, your actions spoke for themselves, letting you forget about everything. All that mattered was you and the pleasure overwhelming your bodies. The desire that possessed your minds made you fall asleep naked afterwards, exhausted, cuddled into each other as if you wanted to become one.

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archived-and-moving · 2 years

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Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer's block?

Probably should not ask me of all people about this honestly, because I'm someone who has a really hard time working when their creatively drained.

However for me I think I'd have to say that when working through writers block, there are usually three things that help me the most.

Consume media that you enjoy.

This can honestly be anything. While what first comes to mind for me is books or fic from some of my favorite authors, you can also just do anything that makes you happy.

Listen to your favorite song/playlist, watch a show/movie that you love, maybe even create art if that makes you happy. Sometimes all it takes to get past a brain fart is finding inspiration through enjoyment around you.

I specifically recommend books or fic because a lot of times you can get inspired by an author's writing style, events, character motivations, dialogue, and even just general vibe of a story. Enough so that you can get yourself right back into writing. This isn't a go ahead to plagiarize or anything, but it's also not an English paper.

Write what you enjoy and write from your enjoyment.

2. Self care

I can literally hear you groaning but omg this helps so much. If you're stuck where you're writing, get up and get a glass of water, grab a snack if your hungry. If you've done both then brush your teeth if you haven't yet, wash your face, hell, hop in the shower real quick.

Something about taking a quick break and taking care of your body and mind honestly helps out your writing so much. I can look back on some of my stories and tell just by my writing when I was doing the appropriate self care or not. A little goes a long way!!

3. Fucking Exercise.

This one makes me angry. So mad. I hate that this works but I have to recommend it anyway because it fucking works. However you can, take a quick break and exercise.

Ride a bike, take a hike, go for a swim, hop on the treadmill. Sometimes I'll even pick a hallway and run back and forth a few times to get my heart (and my brain) going.

I literally have never been more productive after running, taking a shower, then eating food/drinking water. Something about doing those things in order really resets my brain and gets me ready to write.

But also like. Be aware. If you don't have time for this, that's okay!!

Anything honestly helps. Take a two minute break from writing to just lay on the floor. Listen to music real quick to clear your brain. Do a couple push-ups, get dressed, make your bed!!

Just changing your environment, your mindset, really, truly helps to get through a writing block/burnout.

Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

Hmmm. That's really hard for me to say. Maybe?

It honestly depends on my mood and how the series will end.

I'm more of an AU fan for my writing, but you never know what'll happen. Maybe I'll find something I like within canon, maybe I won't. We'll see.

Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I've looked it up and alternate universe counts as a trope, so that by definition falls right under my favorite.

However if I had to be more specific I'd say flower shop au's have to be some of my favorites.

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

To be honest, I haven't really thought about it with the current works I have up on Ao3. If anyone drew anything from my writing I think I would actually cry (/pos) and I would hang it on my wall.

#asks #anti sleep #ask games #long post

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thesefourwallsstory · 1 year

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Part 2: ???

The sun peeks its head through my blinds, pouring heat over my body and a bright light into my eyes, "I guess it's time to get up" I think to myself. I slowly rise from my bed and make my way to my bathroom. I brush my teeth, comb my hair and steal a long look in the mirror.

"Maaaaaaaaaan, when did I start looking so tired, these bags are huge" I say as I stretch out the skin beneath my eye, turning darker and darker from lack of sleep and constant rubbing. "I really should get to sleep at a better time but I'm always having too much fun dinking around on this thing" I exit my tiny bathroom and pick up my old, beat up guitar and strum the strings. What greets my ears is the most disharmonious sound I've ever heard, I wince. "Yeah, I should probably get you tuned before I try that again." I set the guitar back down and turn to face my mess of an apartment, "Same goes for you, I always wonder how you get so trashed when i'm hardly here." I finish my daily routine off with some half-burnt toast and sit down at my computer. I grab my headphones and put them on, and slowly get sucked into some games and social media.

Before I even realize it, it's approaching noon and I'm starting to get hungry again. My phone dings. I pick it up off my desk and look at the notification, it's a text from Tanaka, "Hey Makoto-chan ;P, you up to get some food?"

I hastily replied, "Don't mock me or I'll start calling you Tana-kun again around your girlfriend"

Another message "Okay okay, jeez man when'd you get to be such a hardass?"

"When you started calling me Makoto-chan, anyways I'd be down to get some food, I'm assuming you don't mean any food and you really want...."

"Yeah... I'm craving that ramen place again, you can't blame me though, it's really really good, all the intricate flavors of the broth and the supreme texture of the noodles.........." He goes on for a while about how good the ramen is. At this point, I've learned not to stop him.

"......I guess what I'm trying to say is, they just put a lot of love in every single bowl!"

"Yeah yeah, all this hearing you ramble on is making me even more hungry, I'll meet you there in 20 okay?"

"Sounds good to me Makoto-chan <3"

"Didn't I just threaten you about calling me that?"

"Yeah yeah, just don't forget your wallet this time, see ya there >:3", I seriously don't know how Tanaka does it, he doesn't have a job and still lives with his parents yet he manages to always have the money to stuff himself full to the brim with food, and I know he pays for it too! Well whatever, not like I'm complaining, he always reminds me to bring my wallet but he covers me every time we go out. I grab my laptop bag and make my way out of the apartment.

Oh, and before I forget, my name is Makoto Shigeru, though you already knew the Makoto part. I’m fresh out of college and fresh out of a job haha. I’m 21 with bleach blonde hair and the most mediocre.. I mean the sexiest pair of brown eyes you’ll ever see. No matter what I seem to do I always get struck with bad luck, but eh that’s just a part of life. I’m learning the guitar to keep a promise to my late father. He always saw an artist in me, although I haven't seen it just yet. When his time was near he left me with his prized guitar and asked me to learn it so I could “free myself from my worries with music,” he was an odd one sure, but I knew he only wanted what was best and it’s not like I’m going to reject the wishes of a dying man. Soon after he passed, I picked up the old six-string and started to practice. One thing that irks me is self-centered people who don’t even try to get others. I don’t think I’ll ever see eye to eye with someone like that, even as much as I try to respect and show kindness to everyone.

Speaking of self-centered people, I think my next door neighbor hates me, he hasn’t made an issue out of it yet, but I can hear him groan every time I start to practice. Though I’ve never seen him, he just strikes me as the type of guy to push his problems onto the world. I know he’s working for some tech company and from the unintentionally audible monologues, I don’t think he’s a huge fan. Maybe I’ll try to give him some advice….. Yeah, maybe I will.

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awesomeuchuu · 1 year

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@wildwoof

Send FANGS to get a biting!

While the wolf felt a bit tired out due to the spring season causing his allergies to act up, it hardly caused Koga to lose any energy to spend with another. His arms encircle around Yuuta's shoulders as he brings the younger in closer against his chest. Head dips down to the side of their neck, brushing past the ginger locks hanging down around the frame of their face. Koga's by no means quiet about his actions, deepening hum as if he were recharging off them.

He anticipates a jab and a tease out of the younger twin, rather accustomed to it by the years they've spent in the band club at school as well as their circle, Band BB. The muffled words out of him a clear sign to give that away: "Just hold still for like 5 minutes, kay? The others have left already, so don't act like ya don't expect anythin'." Sharp tongue as always yet surprisingly calm.

Slowly, he breathes in, as if drinking in their known scent. Something as familiar and comforting as his senpais. Koga nuzzles in... before opening his jaw to catch a small portion of the exposed skin of their neck. Just enough for his teeth to pinch the small area in a light nip. Koga makes sure not to dig his canines in far enough to cause bleeding - as certain the others, especially Hinata, would notice straight away. Just enough to leave a small red mark upon smooth skin.

Yuuta smirked and with a free hand, he took a hold of some of his hair - it really was getting long now - hanging down his neck and nearly over his shoulders, so that he could move it aside. His other hand was wrapped around Koga's back and he held on tight while nudging his leg up between Koga's thighs.

"Aw, haven't you been fed today, senpai? Jeez, that's how it goes when Sakuma-senpai isn't around to take care of you, huh? You're kind of lucky I'm here. I..."

"I'm not acting, not my fault you're all handsy~" He did still. A little. Even though he very much wanted to press himself up against Koga and kiss him... He was kind of curious to see what he would do.

Eyes widening when he felt those sharp canines against his skin, a dark surge of excitement shot through him and after the initial gasp, he couldn't help but grin.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're staking your claim to me, senpai~ Or are you actually that hungry?"

#suggestive tw #wildwoof #spicy breeze (yuuta)

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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505

Summary: "Stay this time."

Warnings: age gap, (reader is 24, Bucky is 38), smut, light praise kink, the slightest hint of a breeding kink (literally mentioned once), angst, 18+ only

AU: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for dbf!bucky, hopefully it turned out pretty nicely. I also hope that I did this request justice, it played out a lot better in my head.

This is based on this ask and the song 505 - Artic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

'Can I come over?'

You stared at the screen of your phone. Thinking over the four words that stared back at you.

Four words that held so much meaning, but, at the same time, didn't mean anything. The ones you told yourself that you wouldn't answer anymore. The last time was just that, the last time.

But, you still wanted more. More of the rush that was Bucky Barnes and definitely more than what he wanted. More than what those four words promised.

A few hours of intoxicating touches, then he was gone; sometimes leaving something of his, so he'd have a reason to come back.

You wanted to say no, it would save you more heart ache if you did. But just the thought of Bucky made you press your thighs together and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

Just as you had expected when you didn't answer, his face and name lit up the phone; calling this time.

"Yeah?" You said when you answered. "I'm in town and missin' you. Can I come over?" The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver that went straight to your core, only adding to the anticipation. "Yeah, of course." You exhaled

Your stomach churned from the nerves, waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps outside of your apartment door before it was being shoved open by Bucky's shoulder.

"Should really fix that. Safety Hazzard." He laughed, pushing it closed before taking long strides to where you were leaned against the kitchen counter. "Missed ya, sweet girl. You haven't been around all week." He purred, placing two cool fingers under your chin to lift your head; pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

You just stood there, making Bucky pull away with a confused look. "What's wrong? You're usually jumping my bones by now?" He questioned, wondering where the fire in you every time he got you alone had went.

"Stay this time." You said softly, looking at him through your eyelashes. "I can't do that, Sugar. Your dad has a key-"

"He calls before he comes over." You said, cutting him off. "I thought this is what you wanted, just sex."

You shook your head and pushed his hands away from your waist. "No, I want more. But, you don't. That's the problem." You took a step away from him and his arms fell to his sides. "You're dad would kill me. Hell, he will kill me just for the last two months if he finds out."

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes. Even though you knew this is what was going to happen, you weren't truly ready for it to end. Bucky saw the pooling tears and reached out towards you.

"Just leave." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Wh- no, I'm not just gonna leave when you're crying. I-" His tongue jutted across his bottom lip, a hurt look etching across his face. "I'm done, James. I'm not a toy."

"I know you're not... You're not gonna tell your dad are you? He'll have my head on a platter."

You breathed a dry laugh, running a hand through your hair, aggravated with his reactions. "Fuck, no. Do I look stupid? Is that all that's mattered to you this whole time? How my dad would feel about you fucking his daughter? Not how it would make me feel?"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say anything that would stop the tears that were threatening to spill onto your cheeks. "Get out." You ordered, voice shakier than you'd hoped it be.

Bucky nodded, jaw clenched as he gave you what you wanted and jerked the door open, leaving you in silence as the tears fell to your cheeks.

He wanted it, more than anything he wanted to wake up next to you; to take you on real dates. That's why he took every chance he could to be around you, even steal kisses and touches when your dad would be just a few rooms over.

The heartbroken look on your face was all he could think of when he got to his car, fiddling with the keys in his fingers. He couldn't just let you go. He wouldn't.

The walk back to your door felt longer than before, hoping you'd let him back in as he lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.

"I'll stay." He nodded when you opened the door, pushing his way in as he grabbed the sides of your face; his lips engulfing yours in a hungry, messy kiss that made your skin heat up.

Your hands pawed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt. "Really?" You asked, leaning back to look at him. "Yeah, really." He huffed, bending down enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter.

"How could I want anyone else when I've had your sweet pussy, pretty girl." He cooed, tugging your underwear down your legs before shuffling his jeans down. "Just tell me you want it, and I'll give you anything. I'll even fuck a baby into you if it's what you want." He promised, eliciting a whimper from your chest when he buried himself in you with a guttural moan.

You don't think you'd ever truly get use to the stretch his girth caused, bucking your hips to tell him to move as you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel the flexing muscles; your lips attaching to the sweet spot at the base of his neck.

He found a pace that made your head feel fuzzy; short and hard, his tip brushing the sweet spot that was deepest in your walls.

Bucky's head buried in the crook of your neck, warm hand going up your shirt to knead the supple flesh of your breast as he drank in every vulgar sound the relentless thrusts pulled from you.

"Fuck- so close-" you mewled, nails dragging down his abdomen when he jerked your hips further off of the counter; fucking directly into the rough patch that knocked the breath from your lungs and sent you over the edge, stars blurring your vision.

"All mine, no one elses. Ok, sweet girl? No one else gets to fuck you like this." He panted, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face. You nodded, barely able to hear him, let alone answer. "Wanna hear you say it." He grunted through clenched teeth, thrusts becoming sloppy and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"All yours." You whined, the feral look on Bucky's face nearly enough to set you off again. "Gonna cum again already? Can feel your milking me, sugar. Go ahead." He moaned, pressing a finger to your still sensitive clit as he chased his own orgasm with quick thrusts.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you released around him again. Bucky's hips stilled as he came with a low groan, each twitch of his cock painting your walls with his release; thrusting through both of your highs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head, chests heaving and hearts pounding away as his hand trailed up your back to tangle in your hair; pulling it so you'd tilt your head back.

He had a lazy, yet cocky, smile on his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Just don't tell your dad."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #dbf!bucky smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky smut

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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zoom misadventures

dom!armin x f!reader

synopsis : teasing armin proved to have more dire consequences than you thought.

or, sex with armin while attending a zoom class.

content : nsfw, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), degradation, teensy bit of exhibitionism, creampie, overstimulation

notes : every time i see armin i either wanna engulf him in a tight hug or go feral; no in between. also, i haven't proofread this cos m too tired and my brain is literally fried as fuck pls forgive me for any typos π﹏π

the sound of your professor's voice fell upon deaf ears as you sat on armin's lap, stuffed full of his cock. your concentration was on anything but the lecture, mind foggy and unable to form a coherent thought, the only one occupying it being armin.

it had been a bad idea to tease him during one of his classes, crawling between his knees and giving him kitty licks, running your tongue on the underside of his shaft and cupping his balls as he recited like the good model student he was. damn bastard didn't even miss a beat in his explanation. despite how much you gagged on his cock and how much your eyes watered, he let out no reaction aside from gripping your hair harshly.

“ms. y/n are you there?” the question barely registered in your mind, you could only gape at your screen, unable to mutter a response.

“answer his question, slut,” armin mutters in your ear after a harsh thrust, the force of his hips upwards causing you to grip the edges of your table til your knuckles turned white.

“i'm here, sir!” you replied, the pitch of your voice high due to the frustration, fingers shaking as it hovered over the keys. an exasperated gasp left your lips once you've muted the mic. god, you just wanted this to be over.

armin had been sheathed inside you the whole duration of your class, yet he made little to no effort to give you the satisfaction you badly craved, only sitting back and letting his cock pulsate against your walls. he was rock hard, you could tell, no feel him inside you, and it frustrated you to no end just how much self-control the blonde had.

while it seemed like you were about to lose it as the only thing you could do was grip his length and let your juices coat him, he seemed to break no sweat in staying inside you with no movement. perhaps you could blame your sensitivity on the previous orgasm you had on his tongue.

“well, you don't seem very much present today, is everything alright?” the idle questions only seemed to be nagging at this point. “we can't see you either.”

shit. you quickly thought of an excuse to brush off his comment, though armin only gave you a chuckle at your predicament, watching you with hooded eyes as he leaned back on the chair, causing his hips to move a bit.

“i-i'm good, sir. must be technical d-difficulties.”

the middle aged man seemed to buy your excuse and proceeded with his lesson; you could only cross your fingers and hope he doesn't bother you anymore.

“not only are you a dirty slut, but you're also a liar,” armin seethed into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening, most likely to leave bruises later on. “why don't you tell them how much of a whore you are, all desperate and needy for my dick.”

“n-no way,” you panted out as you squirmed on his thighs.

armin scoffed and started rolling his hips, just enough for you to feel the slow dragging of his member inside you. “what do you think they'll think when they see you right now.”

“h-hng...” your voice quivered in fear of that happening, eyes widening as the worst case scenarios played in your head— the fluttering of your walls around him betrayed you however. “they'll think of how i'm a-a slut.”

he was satisfied with your answer, pride swelling in his chest at what you had said. lithe fingers found its way to your chin and turned your head towards him, making your eyes meet his pust glazed cerulean ones. “well, aren't you?”

another harsh thrust. armin couldn't get enough of the whimpers and wails you let out at his teasing. he loved how you sat there and waited for what he was about to give you, merely looking at him with glossy eyes in hopes of getting what you so badly craved for.

“aren't you my slut?” armin stared at you expectantly, starting to pick up a pace as he thrusted into you.

“yes, armin, i'm your slut,” you cried out, though his grip on your cheek forced you to open your mouth and slur your words slightly. you could feel your impending orgasm starting to build up, every delicious grind of his hips only bringing you closer.

sobs left your lips as you finally felt your release washing over you, the sensation making you quiver on top of him, though armin was far from done. the blonde snickered at your state, though he soon lost his own composure as he rutted into you faster, setting an animalistic pace as he neared his high.

“a-ah fuck, i'm near—”

his lips met yours in a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and drool spilling down the corners of your lips. the sound of your walls squelching around him pushed him further, til he released his seed insde you, driving you delirious for you could feel another orgasm coming. you shuddered at the warmth, walls pulsing around armin as he stopped.

you opened your lips to speak, plead, but his fingers were quick to find your erect bud and roll it around his fingers. your toes immediately curled at the stimulation, and soon he began thrusting his once again hard cock into you.

you were a dripping mess, both of your fluids running down your thighs, you could only babble at how good you felt, though you weren't too sure yourself what you were saying anymore. your nails clawed at his arms to ground yourself, proving to do very little as your mind turned to mush. ragged breaths echoed in the room along with lewd noises of his length filling you repeatedly.

having had your priorities set straight, it was safe to say classes for the day had been forgotten about.

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