#i love v but it was handled so funny I’m sorry

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congratulations on 700!! May I request Magenta Rooster? Our lovely Corazon is so clumsy to begin with and I really wanna see how clumsy he can get during drunk/high sex (I'd love to see him high af tbh) some fluffy smut would just be 🤌🏼 chefs kiss

When I read this request from @firefistussy I screamed because it's the cutest thing I've ever heard in my life. As a stoner who loves dorks and high sex, this was the perfect set up.

Under The Influence (18+)

Pairing: Corazon x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Drunk/High Sex

WC: 2000

Warnings: I wrote this high on 20mg of edibles (I felt it was appropriate for this occasion, but sorry babes if it sucks ass) high sex, marijuana usage and mention, p in v sex, unprotected sex, OKAY JUST LIKE A BRIEF SECOND OF BUTT TO V BUT DONT DO THAT, ITS FUNNY FOR THE PLOT, fingering, creampie, breeding, clumsy idiot cora, awkward sex, cute cora tho.

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It was a hell of a day. 

From sun up you had been busy with paperwork and handling purchase orders for the Don Quixote family. You hated being associated with such an infamous family, but they always paid your salary on time and that was what mattered. Being a member of a notorious pirate family came with another perk… you never had to worry about running out of weed. The Don Quixote family was dealing in markets much darker than marijuana, so they had no problem keeping your supply full. 

All you wanted was a hot shower and to lay up on your couch with an obscenely large joint. And so, you made plans to do that after retiring to your quarters for the day. You rolled yourself the perfect marijuana cigarette and set it down on your pink mirrored tray (a “gift” from your boss) next to the lighter. Next, you stripped yourself of your sweaty clothes and started the shower. 

Once hot enough, you stepped through the foggy glass door and submerged yourself under the water. You let out a long sigh as the hot water soothed your tired body. You take the time to tenderly massage your scalp while you shampoo and condition your hair. Once the products were rinsed out, you lathered your body in the sweet vanilla scented body wash that the men around you always commented on. 

After your shower, you hopped out and dried off before you wrapped yourself in a short, black terrycloth robe. You towel off your hair and return to your bedroom where you flopped onto your loveseat and grabbed the lighter. You bring the joint to your lips and light it carefully so that it burned evenly. 

You throw your head back against your velvet throw pillow as the first clouds of smoke hit your lungs. You kick your feet up entirely so that you can recline on the couch as you continue to smoke. You weren’t sure how many minutes had gone by before you heard a gentle knock on your door. 

*tap tap*

“Come in…” You shout as you exhale smoke. 

The door opens but you don’t turn around. 

*thunk*

“Shit-“

You hear the lamp on your end table rattle. 

“How did you know I was up, Rosi?” You smile and take another hit off your joint, knowing exactly who it was without sitting up and turning your head.  

“The whole place can smell that you’re up. You’re not exactly discrete.” Corazon says with a smirk as he walks towards the couch. 

“I wasn’t trying to be.” You grin and tilt your head back on the pillow so you were looking up at his imposing figure upside down. You hold the joint straight up so that it was near Corazon’s face. “Come take a hit?” You asked. 

Corazon shook his head but didn’t back away. 

“I shouldn’t. I’m still on the clock.” 

“You’re always on the clock… with that monstrous brother of yours… come on, a few puffs won’t hurt.” You coo as you wiggle the marijuana closer to him. Corazon sighs before plucking the joint from your fingers. 

“You know I can’t say no to you…” He huffs as he sits opposite your reclining form on the loveseat. His large stature requires you to put your legs up and crossed on the back of the couch to make room for him, your robe riding up your nude thighs a bit. Corazon catches himself ogling your exposed skin and adjusts his gaze. He takes a long drag from your joint and you raise your eyebrows expectantly. 

He starts coughing immediately, violently.  

“Gods, Rosi take a drink.” You giggle as you hand him your glass of wine. He chugs several sips and then catches his breath. 

“It’s been awhile…” Corazon chuckles and tries to cover for his inexperience. 

“You’re so cute. Just shotgun it from me.” You smile and take the joint from his large, outstretched hand. His huge fingers made it look comically small. 

“Just… what…?” Corazon looks up at you with his brows furrowed. 

You laugh again and sit up to cross your legs in front of you on the couch facing the blonde man. 

“I’ll smoke, and blow it in your mouth. It’s less harsh for you that way. Come here.” You say as you straighten up and beckon him closer. 

Corazon looks nervous as he leans closer to your much smaller frame. 

You suck in a large hit and reach out to grab the back of his head and gently pull his mouth to yours. You breath the smoke out slowly into his open mouth, lips just barely ghosting each others. Corazon inhales the smoke and breathes it out much easier this time. 

He pulls back and smiles down at you. 

“That was better…” He laughs. 

“I liked it too… come here.” You whisper as you take another long drag. You pull Rosinante by his hair back to your lips, pressing them together lightly this time before exhaling the intoxicating smoke. 

“If I was speculating… I’d say you were trying to get me high, Miss y/n.” Corazon says as he breathes out another cloud of smoke in your face. 

“Hmmm and what would be so bad about that?” You muse as you prepare to give him another hit. You deliver the thick smoke straight to his lungs while darting out your tongue to swipe across his bottom lip, teasingly. “Afraid you might not be able to resist your subordinate with your guard down?” You whisper into his lips. You unfurl your legs and rest them on either side of Corazon’s body. 

Corazon blows out his smoke. He shifts his body so he’s hovering over you. 

“Who says I’m resisting?” Corazon smirks. 

“Kiss me, Rosi.” You softly plead in your dazed state. You drop the almost finished joint in the ashtray beside you. 

Wordlessly, Corazon presses his lips firmly onto yours as he cups your cheek gently with one hand, the difference in pressure sent your mind swimming. He tasted like both tobacco and marijuana. He slid his tongue past your lips to explore the rest of your mouth sensually. You sighed in approval and he slipped his hand up your bare thigh to rest at the juncture of your leg and body, squeezing your flesh teasingly. 

You buck your hips with need. 

“What do you want, y/n?” Your massive blonde lover asks you. 

“Touch me…” You say quietly as you spread your legs fully beneath him. 

“As you wish…” Corazon whispers as he moves his hand from your hip bone to swipe two fingers down your slit and back up, wetness from your hole coating his large digits. He circles your clit gently, and you whimper, the marijuana heightening every sensation. 

“M-more, Rosi.. w-want to feel you inside…” You plead as he teases your clit with soft pets. 

“You know how I feel about saying no to you…” Corazon smiles before plunging those two fingers into your quivering hole, a deep groan leaving you as he crooks them upwards immediately into your favorite spot. 

“Shit.. yes… just like that…” You say as you grip the blonde locks at the back of his head, bringing his head closer to your chest. Corazon uses his other hand to rip your robe open as he balances carefully on his knees, he then delves into your right breast with an eager mouth. He suckles desperately at your erect nipple as you melt into his touch. 

“Just a little more, yes, fuck Rosi!” You thrust your hips up into his palm so that it would rub against your clit while the pads of his fingers hammer into your g-spot. “Shit, right there… I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You pull harshly on Corazon’s hair as you see stars and gush all over his large hand. 

You breath heavily and loosen your grip on the back of Corazon’s scalp. You sooth over the patch that you pulled on with soft strokes of your hand. 

“Good, love?” Rosinante pulls away from you and asks. 

“Yes, just take me to bed now, please.” You demand with a wicked grin. 

Without needing another verbal reminder of how he’d always tell you yes, Corazon picks you up in his strong arms and carries you to the bed. 

“Fuck-“ Corazon huffs as he trips over your discarded high heels and flops the both of you onto your purple comforter unceremonious. 

You can’t help but giggle up at him, shocked he’d survived this long on earth with how clumsy he is. Choosing to ignore his misstep, Corazon attacks your neck with nips and bites, sending you immediately back into the mood. Your head was still so fuzzy from the weed and now the orgasm, that you shivered under his rough kisses. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Corazon whispers into your skin.

You gladly obliged and sluggishly toss your robe off and position yourself on your hands and knees on the bed. It took far longer than it should, due to your inebriated state, but it gave Corazon the time to strip himself of his own shirt and pants. He comes up behind you wearing nothing but his pink love-heart printed boxer shorts. Swiftly, he tugs down his underwear and lets his painfully erect cock spring free and prod at your soft skin. Corazon’s head was swimming with intoxication and arousal as he smoothed one large hand over your spine and nudged the head of his cock into you with the other. 

“Fuck me, Rosinante…” You coo as you push you ass back into him. 

“Yes, mama… Anything you want…” Corazon pushes his hard member into you and sinks about two inches in before you yelp and push your hands back against his abs. 

“Cora! Wrong fucking hole!” You grit out as you whip your head around at him. 

“Gods! Sorry! Fuck!” Corazon jumps back in surprise and pulls himself out of your ass, even though he had just dipped his tip in. 

“Lower!” You hiss out. 

“Right, shit, sorry baby…” Cora grips his hard cock and shifts it lower and finds your drooling hole without any more difficulty. 

“Yesssss…” You moan out as Corazon bottoms out inside your wet walls. 

“Fuuuuck…” Corazon groans as he begins to thrust his hips against yours, lost in the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. 

“Harder! Fuck, Rosi, harder!” You yell as your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Anything for you… OOF-“ Rosinante grunts as he loses his balance on top of you and ends up pinning you to the mattress on your stomach, slipping out of you in the process. 

Frustrated, you groan. 

“Get on your fucking back.” You push him by the shoulders and flip his body over. You straddle his waist and align his weeping cock up with your clenching hole. 

“Please give it to me, mama…” Corazon whines at you. 

It was such a beautiful sight, high out of his mind, drooling on himself trying his best not to slam his hips up into you. You oblige and sink yourself down on his massive cock. You grin stupidly as your pelvis reaches his, his public bone tickling your clit. 

You brace your hands on Corazon’s massive torso as you begin to grind yourself back and forth on top of him, making sure his length was rubbing against your g-spot with every movement. You couldn’t help but moan as you begin to get closer and closer to your second peak of the evening. You grunt like an animal as you grind yourself to the edge of another orgasm.

“I can feel you getting close…” Corazon whispers out as he grips your ass with one hand and wraps the other gently around your throat. “I’m close too… want you to cum so you can milk me dry, baby… just let go… use me…” 

With those filthy words you finally snap and release all over Corazon’s thighs and abdomen. 

“Fuck!” You cry out and throw your head back. 

“There it is, stay there and take all of it…” Corazon grips you by your shoulders and pushes you impossibly far down on his cock, causing you to whine at how it pushes against your cervix. 

“So… full…” You sigh as you collapse into Corazon’s shoulder. 

You can hear laughter rumble from your lover’s chest. 

“I’m tired, too.” Corazon says. “Best we go to sleep before we raid the kitchen.” 

You immediately pick your head up from the crook of his neck. 

“Oooh, kitchen?” Your eyebrows raise. 

Corazon rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll fix you a snack.” 

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Hope you enjoyed!

Xx Mo 

[charliehoennam]

the dinner party

A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.

Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.

He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already naturally low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.

You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.

It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.

“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.

You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“ you started, regretting that you had dragged him along.

“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”

“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”

“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”

“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my head throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”

You chortled with a sip of your wine.

“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”

“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”

“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.

“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”

You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.

“You want dessert already?”

“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”

“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.

"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.

"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”

“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”

“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”

Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs floor. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.

“Yeah, ” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you as you weaved through the crowd of employees. "Accident happen."

If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.

"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.

His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hiking up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.

David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.

"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.

Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.

Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.

His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.

"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.

You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.

With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.

"Ain't nothing sweeter than this right here."

His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eagerly licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.

His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.

The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.

David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.

Your spine arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.

David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.

"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.

"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.

The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.

“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”

With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.

“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”

You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.

“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.

“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.

His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.

You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.

"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.

He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.

Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips buck as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.

He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.

He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first, to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.

"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."

You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.

"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.

He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.

His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.

"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.

He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.

It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.

It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.

Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.

A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.

He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.

"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.

"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

nex

Summary : You were ordered to kill Rufus Shinra, alas things didn’t go as planned…It could be said that Rufus was the one who got to play with you the way he desired.

Pairing : Rufus Shinra x f! Reader

Word Count : 2.560 words

Warnings : Smut, p in v sex, talking about murder (there is none), RUFUS IS A TEASE 🫠, light choking (sexy), mention of blood (light I think), Dom!Rufus, but a soft one ? (He’s still a fucking tease and control freak but I love him), enemies to lovers kinda ? (But in a quick way), a bit of nipple play, this man embarrasses and praises you at the same time, marking, Rufus cums inside, he plays with your pussy (no fingering), cum licking. Sorry I don’t even know how to TW anymore (please tell me if I forgot anything, thank you🥺).

Author’s Note : This man has me in such a chokehold, it’s not even funny anymore. I don’t even know what this is, sorry if it’s bad, I just got extremely inspired by this man. 🤍 Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language. Though please tell me if I made errors, that would be lovely. 💞

Divider’s Credits : @/strangergraphics

You were assigned to the murder of president Rufus Shinra. A simple task as they said, nothing you couldn’t handle. You laughed internally at the thought of it. Then how did you end up in this predicament ? Your form pressed up against the glass wall of Rufus’ office, your hands locked behind your back by the blonde man who pushes his body firmly against your back, as your dagger was laying on the ground near your right foot.

« Simple my ass », you muttered under your breath. Rufus was quicker and stronger than they told you, it was so easy for him to manhandle you into this position after you tried to slit his throat that Rufus almost thought that this was a joke as he chuckled against your ear, not in the least unsettled by your « attack ».

« Tsk-Tsk what do we have here hmm ? », Rufus pondered more to himself than to you, his foot pushing aside the blade on the floor, eyeing the weapon for a second before asking.

« Who sent you ? Was it Avalanche ? », his tone was calm and stoic. Another chuckle fell from his lips at your silence, he knew he would break you one way or another, he just had to wait and take his time, and Rufus was well provided with patience.

His hold on your wrists became tighter, not to the point of hurting, more to make you understand the position you were actually in. He had you trapped here, alone with him and you won’t escape this building as easily as you entered.

« Cat got your tongue, precious ? It would be a shame to force my hand and hurt such a pretty thing just to get the answers that I’ll obtain one way or another. »

The first answer that Rufus got wasn’t to his liking. You hit his nose with the back of your head harshly, laughing at the groan that escaped from his lips. You thought that would be enough to break free from his grasp but oh how you were wrong. With his free hand Rufus wiped the blood from his nose, creating a red streak on his cheek and on his black glove. Alas, the grin that Rufus wore didn't diminished in the slightest. He was even more eager to discipline you. His blood-coated fingers delicately went to run from your chin, on the column of your throat that gulped with anticipation and to the base of your neck, stopping there for a moment before tightening his hold on the tender skin of your throat, just enough to make goosebumps rise on your skin, a surprised gasp escaping your lips. His breath feels hot on your skin when his mouth comes closer to your ear, his smile evident.

« I’m going to enjoy breaking you, sweetheart. I don’t think you realize what situation you’re in. »

You smiled at the statement, turning your face back just enough to lock gaze with Rufus, the movement barely feasible with Rufus’ grip on your neck. « Care to enlighten me, dear president ? », you asked with apparent sarcasm.

His fingers tighten just a little more on your pretty little throat, just enough to cut some air out of your lungs for a moment.

« Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you. », Rufus threatened in a composed manner, the frown on his face distracting you for a second, as if his blue eyes gazed directly at your soul, two unsettling gems that were watching your every move. You gulped at the feeling, sensing how small you actually were in front of him. Rufus’ smile widened when his hand that squeezed your windpipe felt you gulping. However, even though your smile faded, a defiant smirk still lingered on your pretty face that almost screamed challenge in its eyes. And Rufus couldn’t lie to himself, he was enjoying this, more than he could ever admit.

« You’re a defiant one, aren’t you love ? », Rufus whispered confidently, the hold on your throat easing just a bit. Your face turned back to the glass wall in front of you, but even though you tried to escape his piercing stare, the glass mirrored his reflection temptingly in front of you. You couldn’t escape him and Rufus hasn’t stopped toying with you. You didn’t know how you felt about this, your brain screamed at you that it was wrong, alas the other parts of yourself wanted to let themself be convinced by the blonde man. Still, you tried to resist, tried.

« Stop calling me that. », you tried to sound harsh, wanting to convince him - you, that you weren’t interested, that this man wasn’t interesting, that the warmth that was building in the pit of your stomach was just an illusion. But Rufus easily noticed the light break in your voice, the fragility in which he could penetrate. His hand that rested against your throat was now sliding teasingly towards your collarbones, smearing some of his blood there as well. His tone became softer, coated with honey, toying with your mind and self-restraints.

« You’re not used to being called sweet names ? To be touched like that ? Is that why you came here ? »

You spat back, « Of course not », but still you didn’t move, Rufus noticed. His fingers softly went down, sliding over your cleavage to rest on one of your breasts. His thumb curiously rubbed your hardened nipple, making you let out a strangled whine at the touch and making Rufus chuckle in your ear. At this point you weren’t even fighting back anymore, your hands in his hold grew limps behind your back. Your body unconsciously leaned towards his torso and he hasn’t barely done anything.

« You’re so sensitive, such a sweet angel, aren’t you ? »

The unexpected praise made you blush, making you hide your face away from his prying eyes, to no avail. Rufus took your chin in his free hand, leaving your breasts aching for his touch, and gently turned your face back towards his. His ice-blue gaze and cruel teasing smile made you feel even smaller now. And at this instant, Rufus really debated with himself if getting rid of you was a good idea, he much preferred to take your mouth in his.

The tantalizing idea wasn’t even rational to him, he wasn’t his usual self, you were a threat, he perfectly knew that eventuality. But the president of Shinra Company also found himself completely lost in the way you were unconsciously biting your lip and gazing down at his own mouth. Brushing the rational thoughts aside, Rufus closed the gap between the two of you, a kiss held with such possessive feelings that even himself felt surprised. Hesitantly you kissed back, even though Rufus kept leading the dance during the kiss, biting your lower lip to make you gasp so he could taste your mouth with his tongue. Your neck started aching with the position you were in, Rufus holding your jaw firmly from the back to keep kissing you. His kisses grew lighter as his breathing became heavier and Rufus broke the kiss to breathe against your mouth. As you turned back to face the glass wall in front of you, Rufus let go of your hands so you could brace yourself against the surface.

Rufus got closer to you, towering over you as he pressed himself against your back so tight that Rufus cornered you between him and the transparent wall, your hands on the wall being the only things creating a small gap for you to breathe. Rufus’ body was so close to yours that you could feel his evident boner that he made sure to teasingly rub against your ass while one of his hands gripped your side, firmly holding you in place the way he desired.

« You can be such an obedient angel when you want to. You just need a little…discipline. » Rufus’ free hand started caressing your body deliberately slowly as a way to show you just how much he held your pleasure in the palm of his hand. He possessively held your jaw from behind with the hand that was not tightening on your side, letting his hand slide down the column of your throat that he felt pulsating with need, letting it rest there just to make you guess if he would choke you like earlier or not. To your disliking he didn’t, toying with you as he preferred to let his hand reach your covered breasts once again. At first, Rufus just let his fingers trail over your erect nipples, passing over them without actually touching them or giving them the attention they craved so desperately. Rufus took great delight in hearing you whine his name out loud, a silent plea that made him feel prideful. Two of his fingers started to play with your nipples cruelly by rolling the buds of nerves between them, alternating with fully groping your chest, making you let out a moan of pleasure that you tried to hold back. The bastard perfectly knew what he was doing, Rufus knew how he was affecting you, a grin plastered on his face as he sensed your heavy breathing, the butterflies dancing in your stomach as his hand trailed down between your thighs that were rubbing against each other in anticipation. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, lapping the skin there as his mouth left a few bites here and there, leaving marks for all to see as his hair tickled your sensitive skin.

His black boots nudge your feet apart in order to part your thighs wider, letting him access below your skirt and to his surprise and contentment his fingers already find you oh so perfectly prepared for him. His hands slide between your pussy lips on top of your already drenched panties, the movement creating a lewd wet sound between his fingers as Rufus groans into your ear appreciatively before pressing a kiss under your earlobe.

« Shouldn’t you be ashamed ? Being this wet for the man you were ordered to kill and yet I’m the one that gets to play with you, isn’t this ironic ? », Rufus chuckles darkly.

At the humiliation you try to unwillingly close your thighs around his hand but Rufus is quicker and forces your legs open again, with a tone that requires only one answer from you.

« Do as I say. », and you do, you became so enthralled by the man, that it almost feels instinctive when you execute and open them even wider for him, causing Rufus to reward you with an open-mouth kiss on the cheek, his hand resuming the teasing movements as his fingers rub between your covered puffy wet lips, the lewd sound echoing even more in his office now as you crave for more.

« Good girl, you finally understood who’s in charge here, maybe we can get something out of you after all. »

Rufus gets off on your soft mewling cries as he continue to edge you a bit more, his fingers now drenched in your own arousal as he plays with your pussy in a way that pleases him, as Rufus try fingering you through your panties, letting you feel only the tip of his finger that can’t reach deeper due to the material blocking his movements.

« P-Please Rufus, you’re cruel… », he can hear you whine desperately, as a pleased chuckle escapes from his lips at your already messy state.

« Since you asked like a polite girl… », Rufus drags the sentence as he pulls your panties to your trembling ankles, the material sticking to your cunt in the process as Rufus admires the effect he has on you. His soiled fingerless-gloved hand reaches to your mouth, you understand the silent demand from him immediately as you open your mouth to clean his fingers, your tongue lapping at them as his fingers massage your tongue with your own wetness. When Rufus removes his fingers from your mouth he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear in an appreciative tone. When you think that you’ll finally feel his fingers where you need them the most, you’re surprised to sense him unbuckling his belt behind you, soon followed by his hard cock nudging at your wet entrance, his hand guiding his cock through your folds, coating himself with your arousal.

Your chest starts to heave more and more when you think that he’ll edge you once again and as you were about to whine out loud to make him move, Rufus thrusts the head of his dick inside you slowly but with enough force that it pushes you against the glass wall. When Rufus is finally sheathed to the hilt inside you, his office is silent except for the sound of your labored breaths, Rufus holds you possessively by your hips as his head rests on your shoulder for a moment. Rufus isn’t known for his reassuring presence, yet in this moment the many kisses that he places on any patch of skin that he can find are enough to appease your beating heart. Rufus towers over you from behind when he places a kiss on your temple, on your cheek and the side of your throat, ending with numerous open-mouth kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.

When he starts moving, his pace is slow and steady, increasing in speed as the vice grip your walls have on him, paired with your high moans, starts to make Rufus dizzy. He knew you were close, his cock could barely move the way he wanted with how tight you got, he just had to give you a little push. Rufus groaned as he nuzzled the side of your face, gazing at your blurry reflection on his transparent wall, smirking at you when he locked his eyes with yours and started whispering with a hint of truth in his last words.

« How do you feel knowing that the entire building just have to look up to see you being fucked stupid by their president ?What would people think, hmm love ? Wouldn’t they think that I own you ? They’ll be smart to think as such. »

With that, you came on Rufus’s cock with a moan of his name, as Rufus finished inside your pussy soon after, moaning in your ear as he painted your walls white, a bit of his seed already oozing out of you as it trickled down your thighs. Even after you came down from your orgasm, your body was still trembling slightly with everything that Rufus made you feel. You were thankful for his strong arms that held you against him, preventing you from falling down out of exhaustion. Your head rested against him as you closed your eyes for a moment, your mind dozing off as you felt Rufus’s face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss here. You could hear Rufus whispering something that you couldn’t quite grasp but you still discerned his soothing tone as he kept you tightly against him.

« I might keep you after all »

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In the Beginning, In the End (A-Train)

Description: Y/N is Hughie’s sister and hated A-Train until he started saving them.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,928K

Being Hughie’s sister was a roller coaster. There were the good times and the bad times and the times that couldn’t be described. Ever since William Butcher entered Campbell's lives nothing has been the same. When Y/N got the call that Robin had died and more tragic than anything. Y/N ripped off the poster she had of A-Train and got rid of any merch. She hated his guts after that and the second Billy offered a way to kill him Y/N said yes faster than A-Train could run. Hughie loved the idea of his little sister wanting to protect him but he was scared she would get hurt.

When A-Train apologized to him she laughed in his face and told him he was a cold blooded killer. So anytime she was face to face with him it wasn’t a nice battle. A-Train made fun of Hughie anytime he could about his little sister being his protector. Y/N told him a billion times that if she had powers A-Train would be dead. When A-Train’s girlfriend passed, Y/N laughed in his face when he tried to blame Hughie. “Your girlfriend died because of you! You’re a no good lousy piece of shit that needs to get the fuck out of here or else.” A-Train was amazed by her. She didn’t fear him or care what happened to her as long as Hughie was okay. A-Train wanted out.

He couldn’t handle Homelander anymore. This wasn’t what he wanted. “Why are you here?” Y/N asked walking up to him. “Leave.” She said before he could answer. “I’m here for your brother.” He said. “So you can kill his girlfriend? Get the fuck out. She saved your life and frankly she shouldn’t have.” A-Train’s eyes widened at her words. She was harsh. “I know about your dad and I’m sorry. Hughie wants to give him V so I stole some from Homelander.” “What?” She asked no longer aggressively. “He wants to save your dad so he told me he would forgive me if I helped. Don’t know if that means your forgiveness but it’s a start.” She didn’t have any words.

He risked his life just so Hughie could forgive him? The stunned look on her face made him smile a little. Hughie walked in the door and was about to question what was going on when A-Train gave him the V. “Thank you.” She said to him before he left. He felt his heart beat faster at that. The next time A-Train would make her feel funny was when he saved Hughie and her from Homelander. One second they were in the vents the next in an alley. “You saved us? Why?” She asked. The look of hate wasn’t in her eyes. “Do you forgive me now?” He asked her. She nodded and gave him a little smile.

He ran away and since then she’s had a funny feeling in her heart. When they had to spy on Victoria and Homelander A-Train did something that made him a hero. He saved MM. Y/N was with Billy at the time but when she found out she ran to him. She knew where he lived thanks to Vought. She wore a black hoodie and had the hood on as she snuck into the tower. She found his room and knocked on the door. He answered it and was shocked to see her. He quickly pulled her inside, “what are you doing here?” He asked, shocked. “You saved MM.” She said. “Why?” She loved asking the question. It was something he got used to. That’s when he told her everything.

He wanted out of Vought and he was done with it. Y/N listened to him as he talked and told her all of this. He had a fear that she would use it against him but was shocked when she hugged him. It took him a second but he hugged her back and had tears in his eyes. “You’re not alone, A-Train. Why do you think we’ve been planning to take down Vought for years?” He pulled away from the hug, “Did you ever want to kill me?” He asked. Though he knew the answer. “At first, yes. Now, No. You’ve done a lot and proved yourself better than anyone in the Seven. You’re a hero.” She said and cupped his face. “You know when I saved MM there was a kid there and he smiled at me. It made me feel like a hero and I didn’t hate myself.” She kissed him.

The amount of shockness in his body could have killed a regular person. But he kissed back. All of the times that she threatened him and told him he was horrible played back but that memory went away when she straddled him on his couch, not breaking the kiss. His hands moved to hold her hips that were covered by the large hoodie. She pulled away from the kiss to breathe. He stared at her as she closed her eyes and caught her breath. “Why’d you kiss me?” He asked. She opened her eyes, “I’m gonna tell you a secret and you have to keep it.” He nodded and in her hoodie she pulled out a poster. It was the poster that she had on her wall of him.

“This poster was on my wall for years up until what happened with Robin.” She said, “You were a fan?” He asked. She smiled and nodded, “A big fan.” He took the poster and looked at her. “So do you think you can get me another poster?” She asked. He chuckled and threw the poster on the ground and pulled her back into a kiss. His hands gripped the end of her hoodie and she pulled away from the kiss to help him take it off. His eyes fell to her bare chest and she smirked. She was too turned on for him to just be staring so she took one of his hands and placed it on her breast.

He squeezed it a little causing her to moan. He was harder than a rock after hearing that. Her panties were soaked and she perfectly lined up with his crotch. He thrusted his hips up causing her to gasp. He smirked and kept doing it causing her to whine. His hand traveled down her body to her clothed pussy. He ran a finger up her slit and nearly groaned. She was soaked. “You’re so wet.” He said and pushed her panties aside to see her wet pussy. She gasped his name when he made contact with her. “Reggie.” He said.

“Call me Reggie.” Reggie. She liked that. That name was all she knew now. His finger that was circling her clit flattened out so she could hump it. He grabbed her hip with the other hand to steady her movements. He looked up at her in pure awe and she humped his hand and whined his real name. His middle finger circled her hole that was dripping on him. She whimpered as he inserted a finger in her. Her head fell back with a pornographic moan. Her hips got faster as did his finger. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He said and she moaned at his words.

He smiled and watched as her eyes were rolling back and her pussy was going wild on his finger. He inserted another one and she whined that she was going to cum. “Cum for me baby. I want your cum all over my fingers.” She screamed his name so loud that he was positive that everyone in the tower heard but he didn’t care. She came all over his fingers and he let her ride out her orgasm with moan after moan about how good it feels. He pulls his fingers out causing her to gasp. They both stare at his cum drenched fingers. She took his hand and put his fingers in her mouth causing him to moan. “Fuck baby you’re so hot.” She licked his fingers clean and began sucking on them.

He twitched in his pants as she let him know what she wanted next. She moved off him and took off her panties. He pulled down his pants and his dick was big and hard. She felt herself get wet again. She straddled him again but by his legs so she could give him a blowjob. He watched as she licked up his shaft causing his mouth to open. She licked every inch of his dick before taking him in her mouth. He threw his head back for a second trying not to be too loud but her mouth was amazing.

Her tongue swirled around him and her hand was jerking off what wasn’t in her mouth at the moment. “Fuck shit.” He whispered as he tried to keep his eyes open to watch her but knew that he would cum faster if he did that. She looked so pretty with his dick in her mouth. She looked up at him and he almost came. She took in more of his dick until it hit the back of throat. She had a pretty good gag reflex. His hands gripped her hair that was down and he tried not to fuck up into her mouth. Luckily she was moving fast enough for him that he began twitching very fast in her mouth. “I’m cumming Y/N fuck.” He whined and came down her throat.

She swallowed all of it and smirked up at him. She wiped her mouth and looked up at him. He was breathing hard but looked peaceful. She crawled back on top of him and they kissed again. Their lips moved fast and lustful as he felt himself get hard again. She took his dick in her hand ready to line him up but he stopped her. “Let me fuck you.” He begged and she smiled and laid on the other side of the couch. He took off the rest of his clothing and got in between her legs. He smiled down at her and she pulled him in for a kiss. They made out for a few and he moved down to kiss her neck.

He definitely left a hickey but she was too horny to care. “Reggie please.” He pulled away from her neck to look at her. “Please what baby?” He asked and went back to kissing her neck. “Fuck me Reggie. Please.” He smiled against her neck and lined himself up with her hole. He slowly pushed in wanting to feel every inch of her wet pussy. She gasped feeling him tear her apart. She had sex before but he was a supe and he was huge. He closed his eyes, enjoying it until he was fully inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist pushing him deeper.

He pulled away from her neck and looked at her face. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were blown. She looked so fucked out and he didn’t even fuck her yet. He began thrusting causing her mouth to drop out and her eyes to close. He kept his eyes on her as he fucked her. She moaned out his name and she gripped the couch with one hand and scratched his back with the other. He grabbed her hand and laced it with his as he moved faster. “Fuck.” He whispered as the feeling got better. “Reggie.” She whined and he kissed her neck again. He didn’t want to make a bunch of noise as he was enjoying hers but her pussy felt amazing.

The couch started making noise as he was thrusting as fast as he could without hurting her. Her whole body was wrapped around him. Both of them were fucking noisy and he pussy started clenching him. “I’m so fucking close.” She whined and gasped. “Me too baby fuck.” He moaned and she gasped loudly and came all over his dick. He kissed her face repeatedly as she came. He followed after and they both moaned so loud. Her pussy milked him so much until he was soft again. He stayed inside of her as they caught their breath. “I love you.” She said and he looked up at her shocked. 

After that day Y/N and Reggie were together but nobody knew. Though he has helped The Boys she wasn’t sure how any of them would take it especially Hughie. Billy, Starlight and Y/N walked into the office and The Deep was there. But he wasn’t alone and Black Noir was also there. Of course Homelander sent them to kill them and they fought.

Billy and Black Noir were fighting and Y/N helped Starlight with the Deep. He hurt them both pretty badly especially Y/N but A-Train showed up and helped them. Y/N gave him a smile and he picked her up and zoomed away. He laid her on his couch and she coughed. “Thank you!” She said and he kissed her head. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” He said and she shook her head. “You’re my hero.” She whispered and cupped his face.

He gave her a soft smile and grabbed her hand, “I think you’re mine.” They leaned their foreheads against each other. “I’m leaving and I want you to come.” He told her. She looked at him, “Leaving where?” She asked. He chuckled, “Anywhere Dubai? France? Anywhere that’s not here.” “Reggie why the rush?” “He knows now that I’m the leak.” Y/N looked down completely forgetting about that. She sighed and shook her head, “We can defeat him.” She said. “Yeah maybe someday but I can’t let you get hurt and I need to protect my family.” He tells her. “I need to protect mine too.” She whispers. “Can you think about it?” He asked and she nodded. 

Hughie and her walked back to her apartment. She needed to tell him about A-Train. As she got to her door she turned around. “I need to tell you something.” She said, “Okay.” “I’m seeing A-Train and he’s leaving and asked me to go.” Hughie shook his head in shock. “What? When? How?” She laughed at all the questions. “I love him, Hughie and he saved Annie and I yesterday and I think I’m gonna go with him.” “He’s leaving The Seven?” “Homelander knows about him being the leak so he has to go.”

“You hated him Y/N and now you love him?” “I loved him first, remember?” Hughie smiled at the memory of her obsession with him. “You know I forgive him about Robin.” Hughie said. She smiled at him and nodded, “I do too.” “If you want to go I support it but come visit me some time will ya?” She had tears in her eyes. “I have to. I have to protect my big brother.” She said and they hugged. 

The next day Y/N ran to A-Train who was no longer at the Vought tower but with MM. The building was empty but him. “Reggie.” Y/N said and he turned around. “I’ll come with you.” She said and ran up and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss. For the first time in his life he’s truly happy. “When are we leaving?” She asked. “Tonight.” He said. That gave her time to pack. “I love you Reggie.” He smiled, “I love you more baby.” She pulled away from him to gather her things from the building.

She wrote a note to Billy and sighed as her and Reggie had her things. They sped to her apartment and he helped her pack. “Well that’s everything.” She said as she looked around at an empty apartment. He moved the last of her things on the truck. She walked out of the house and closed the door for the last time. She sighed and turned to Reggie. “Have you talked to Hughie?” He asked her. “He knows and he supports it.” He smiled and took her hand as they walked to the truck. “Is your chip gone?” Y/N asked him as she drove. “Yes and my family is already gone.” He said. She smiled as she drove away from Vought and everything.

Hughie smiled at the text she sent him. She was in Dubai with A-Train and she had her phone shut off so nobody could contact her but him. Reggie came into the room of their new home. He felt secure and safe with her. “Hey.” She said as she shut her new phone off. “Hey.” He said as he sat next to her. “I texted Hughie but that was all.” He nodded, “How’s everyone doing?” “Well it’s been 3 days so they are still trying to beat him.” “Do you think they will?” She shrugs, “Billy is a hardass and frankly he’ll die before he gives up.” She turned away from him to grab something and when she turned back around he was on one knee. “Reggie-” “Will you marry me?” He asked, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

She gasped and her eyes were filled with tears. “Reggie, are you serious?” He nodded, “So serious.” He said and she fell to her knees and hugged him. “Yes Reggie of course I’ll marry you!” She cried. He slid the ring on her finger and she looked at it in awe. “This is to our new life and away from the bullshit.” He said. She laughed and nodded. As their lips locked she gets a call from her brother. It seems that maybe they weren’t done with the Vought bullshit just yet.

[lanaaa-14]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Basically, u and Ethan have been dating for a while, and r currently studying for a test in Econ and he’s finally ready to lose his v-card. ;)

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, unprotected sex, oral ( f and m receiving and giving), dom! reader, sub! Ethan, experienced! reader, virgin! Ethan, I think that’s it idk.

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“Ethan.” Y/n whined, he wouldn’t stop goofing around while you too were studying for a major test in Econ. “I’m sorry, it’s just so easy to make you mad.” He laughed while the annoyed girl in front of him rubbed her temples. “Haha so funny. We actually need to study though. I cannot handle another bad grade in there.” She said, giving him a serious look. “How about we take a break? We’ve been studying for the past three hours and I can’t even focus anymore.” He complained, throwing his pencil down. “Fine as long as I get to pick a movie for us. I’m tired of watching stab 1 over and over again when you pick.” She giggled as they both closed their textbooks and went to Ethan’s room. “Cmon! You know you love stab!” He smiled as you both collapsed on his bed. “Whatever. I’m putting on a romcom.” He fake gagged at her choice in movies.

After a while, the couple was under the blankets and Ethan was cuddled into y/n’s chest. She was playing with his curls and every now and then, giggling at the movie. Ethan slowly moved his hand from around her waist, and started to move it up her hoodie. She gave him a look that he didn’t see, but honestly just ignored his movements. That was until his cold fingers brushed her bra covered breast. “Ethan?” She asked, not really knowing what he was doing. She already knew he was a virgin before they started dating, so she usually made the first move. Not him. She would kiss him and hug him but every time she touched any skin that was under clothing, he would freak the fuck out. But here he was, his slim fingers getting very close to her bare breasts. “Y/n, I think I’m ready.” He whispered. She immediately knew what he meant. “Are you sure?” She asked. She couldn’t lie, she’d been waiting for this moment for months.

“I’m extremely sure.” He responded, finally reaching his hand up all the way and massaging her left boob. She whimpered in response and quickly placed her lips on his. He didn’t really know what to do, so he just followed her movements and continued kissing her. After a while, she knew he needed some guidance. “Touch me, Ethan.” She moaned against his lips. “Can you help me? I want to make you feel good.” He asked. She nodded her head as she examined his face. He still looked so innocent as if his fingers weren’t brushing the elastic band of her panties. Before he actually touched her, he seemed to have changed his mind as he removed his hand and pulled down her sweatpants. “I wanna try something. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said as he slowly removed her panties. He gave her a look, asking her for consent and she quickly nodded. “Wow. Your so fucking beautiful.” He spoke softly as he leaned down, his breath hitting her clit. He placed his thumb on a little ball shaped thing that he assumed was the clit.

He knew he was right based on how her back arched. He nearly came at the sight of his pretty girlfriend laid out like this. He’d always imagined doing this but never thought it would become real. He slowly licked through her folds and watched her reaction thoroughly. She moaned loudly, so he continued to lick up and down. “You taste so good.” He smiled against her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, practically digging in. She began to grind her hips in an upward motion, trying to get as much pleasure as she could. He placed a hand on her lower abdomen, pushing her down. He used his other hand to finger her. After adding two finger, she was already a moaning mess. “Go faster!” She begged as she gripped his curly hair tight. He curled his fingers in her and that was the last straw. “Fuck! Ethan!” She screamed as she came on his face. He continued to eat her out, making sure she was able to finish her high. She was laid out on the bed, breathing heavily. “Who would’ve guessed Ethan Landry was so good at eating pussy?” She laughed as she looked at the pretty boy that was still between her legs. “Who would’ve guessed y/n l/n would taste so good?” He teased, making her roll her eyes in response.

“Since you were so good… I’ll help you out too.” She said as she eyed his obvious boner in his khakis. “Sit.” She demanded, patting the space beside her. He quickly crawled on the bed and sat down. She crawled onto his lap and began kissing him. It was soft and passionate, almost like a thank you for making her cum. “Can I?” She asked, placing her hands on his belt buckle. “Please.” He begged, his body aching from having a boner for so long. She unbuckled his belt and he lifted his body up so she could pull his pants down to his knees. She slowly pulled down his grey boxers and admired the sight in front of her. It was her first time seeing Ethan’s dick. They’d been dating a year but Ethan was so insecure about being a virgin he never did anything with you and you never did anything to him. For fucks sake, she even sent him an ass pic once and he sent a heart eyes emoji back. His dick was big, bout 7 inches; pretty decent width. The tip was a light pink that matched the blush on his cheeks perfectly. He definitely shaved before she came to study, he for sure planned this. She placed her hand on his cock and began to stroke up and down at a medium pace.

She admired his facial expression’s knowing that she was the only one who’s ever seen him this vulnerable. His eyes widened at her touch, and his mouth was slightly parted as he breathed slowly. She noticed how instead of grunts like men usually do in bed, Ethan whimpered. Like, a lot. It turned her on so she didn’t really mind. Hearing Ethan whimper her name was the best thing she’d ever heard. “If your already moaning like that because of my hand, wait till I put my mouth on it.” She whispered in his ear, making him thrust into her hands without realizing. Before going down, she tugged on his shirt signaling for him to remove it. She removed her hand from his cock to do the same. She even unclipped her bra and threw it to the ground. She bent down and kissed the tip, before swallowing his dick whole. She had never heard any man moan the way Ethan just did. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, while fisting his lower penis with her left hand. Her other hand was holding his hand. It was his first time so she still wanted to make him feel comfortable. She knew it felt good by the way he was squeezing her hand. “Wait!” He whimpered. She removed her mouth and looked at him with a concerned face. “Did I hurt you on accident?” She asked, rubbing her thumb on his cheek. “I want to… you know. Actually feel you.” He refused to make eye contact while talking. She smiled at his actions. “Of course baby. I know what you mean. Do you want me to be in control or you?” She asked him, placing a quick peck to his lips. “Is it okay if you lead?” He asked, finally looking at her. “Yeah I’m okay with that. Also Ethan, since it’s your first time you might cum before me or super early. But I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it because it’s completely normal.” She let him know.

“I know. I’ll try to make you finish before me and if I don’t I’ll just eat you out again.” He smirked, making the girl let out a small giggle. She aliened herself with his dick. “You ready?” She asked. “Yes.” He responded. She slowly lowered herself and could feel him starting to fill her up. “God Ethan.” She moaned as she sat down all the way. “Your so ahh! Tight.” He grunted. Y/n began grinding her hips and savoring every moan that came from his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Curls wet from sweat sticking to his forehead, his eyes glossy, his doe eyes begging for more, and his soft pink lips that were releasing his soft whimpers. His hands found there way to her hips and began helping her go up and down. She continued to bounce up and down as Ethan whimpered like crazy. He reached a hand down to rub her clit. He could feel his climax coming so he tried to make hers come at the same time. “Your so wet.” He moaned as he rubbed his fingers on her clit. “Only for you, baby.” She whispered in his ear. This sent him over the edge. He rubbed her clit as fast as he could and even was humping into her. They both were moaning nonstop, both feeling their climax coming. “Agh! Y/n!” He yelled as he came inside her pussy. The feeling of his warm seed filling her up made her cum.

She continued to ride him until she felt overstimulation. She moaned one last time, and collapsed beside him. “Fuck.” Is all she could get out as she breathed heavily. “Shit I’ll be right back.” Ethan said as he left the room. Y/n was extremely confused, but then understood when she saw him come back with a juice box and a rag. “Here you go.” He said, handing her the juice. He spread her legs with his hands and then cleaned the leaking cum from her pussy. He put the rag on the side table and pulled the cover over the both of them. “You did so good baby.” She praised, running a hand through his curls. “You did too. I never knew that someone’s mouth could feel so good.” He grinned making the girl chuckle. “I never knew a virgin could be so good in bed.” She joked as she traced her fingers along his chest. “What can I say? I’m just great like that. And, Chad can’t make fun of me for being a virgin anymore so it’s a win win.” Ethan smirked, making the girl beside him laugh.

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Finally fucking finished this omggg. School is kicking my ass rn with all these damn assignments as if we don’t get out in 2 weeks… anyway, this was my first time writing a one shot smut soooo hope u liked it ! Also sorry if it’s a bit short, I’m an amateur writer. Have a great day lovely!

lana xo

[her-power]

The End of All Things (Part Three: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER WARNING & C/W: 18++++ MDNI! Again, Mama is serious! Sweet! Semi-dom! Eddie, hurt/comfort, grief, talk of grief, lots of fluff, smuuuuuut, unprotected p in v, fingering (f receiving) butt play (m + f receiving), oral (f + m receiving), mild choking, trauma, handling of deceased persons remains, talk of death.

Part One: Denial Part Two: Anger

Summary: Road trips, sex, love, and tears. Part One has the main plot summary of this story.

Word Count: 15k

A/N: I will be writing Parts 4 & 5 back to back so you will have a double feature. This holiday season has already been crazy so I'll leave you with this. I hope you enjoy it, again thank you for the constant support! Writing has been one of my loves for twenty years and the fact that I get to share my work with you makes my heart soar. I love you guys, Happy Holidays and be safe. Also, if you are actively grieving like me during this holiday season (going on year 17 for me) just remember that it's okay to feel all the things, and okay not to feel the things. It can be a happy, sad, weird, frustrating, funny, awkward, normal day. Just know I see you.

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The rain pitter patters against your windowsill, the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles in the distance. It had woken you up before your nightmares could; Eddie had his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The two of you had fallen asleep talking, still in your clothes from the day before. You carefully move his arm, gently placing the covers over his form and crawl off the bed. You almost trip over your opened suitcase and curse under your breath, steadying yourself by the wall. The two of you were leaving for your road trip to Boston in two days; it had been a week since the funeral and your mother’s ashes were finally in your home. The funeral home had made small urns for your father and Jimmy, the designs of the vines and flowers were beautiful, and Jimmy had cried when you gave it to him. 

You had a sterling silver Celtic knot ring made for yourself with her ashes in it, and had one made for Eddie with a skull ring. You planned on surprising him with it on the trip. The box of your mother’s remains looked like it should hold tea bags, it was hard cardboard, with a small lock fastened in the middle.

Pouring yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, you realize you still had so much to do. You had to map out where you were going, what roads to take, what not to take. You had to make sure you kept your father’s credit card safe when checking into the hotel. You told him you were fine with staying at a motel because it was the cheapest, but he wouldn’t have it and wanted you two to either stay at the Lenox Hotel or the Beacon. 

You didn’t argue any further, you knew that your father wanted this trip to be somewhat memorable. He still wasn’t thrilled about you sharing a hotel room with Eddie alone, but you assured him you would get double beds and that seemed to ease his panic. However, you weren’t going to be doing that. The trip itself would take fourteen hours there and back; you planned on stopping halfway in Pennsylvania to rest. You would have to get a motel at that point, but you left that information out for the sake of your father’s panic. Maybe a bed and breakfast if you were lucky. 

You rinse the glass out and rest it on the drying rack, you turn and yelp as thunder booms above your head, and lightning flashes. Eddie was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, in the dark. You flick the light on, and he squints. 

“Fuck, Eddie! You scared the shit out of me!” You hold your hand to your heart, letting out a laugh.

He chuckles tiredly. “I’m sorry, I thought I made noise.” He comes toward you, gently kissing your cheek. “What are you doing up?” 

“The storm.” You say and watch as he pours himself some water into the glass you used. He sips it and then chugs it down. “It’s loud.” 

He turns to you, raising his eyebrow. “You sure it was the storm?” He stretches his arms above his head, his shirt raising, exposing his tummy.

You sigh, giving him an eye roll and smile. “Yes, I had a nightmare, but it didn’t wake me up.” 

“Wake me up next time.” He tells you, taking you by the waist and kissing your lips gently.

“You’re just as tired as I am, I wanted to let you sleep.” You tell him, playing with the hem of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” He tells you gently. “I’m a vampire at heart, you know that.” 

You roll your eyes, and he laughs, pressing his lips to yours again. He deepens the kiss, gripping your waist, and you pull away with a soft moan. 

“Don’t do that.” You tell him breathlessly. 

He smirks. “Don’t do what?” He gently kisses your neck, and you pull away again.

“My dad’s room is right upstairs. You’re not exactly quiet.” Your father had mentioned earlier in the night he was taking a sleeping pill, but you still wanted to be respectful and didn’t want him dying of a stroke because of the “Munson boy”. 

He laughs. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Let’s go back to bed.” 

You flick the kitchen light off and squeal when he smacks your ass, tickling your sides and you suppress your laughter. “Eddie, stop!” You half whisper. He picks you up by the waist and awkwardly carries you to the bedroom. You laugh, squealing with delight as he brings you into your room. 

“You’re such an asshole!” You yell at him when he puts you down onto your bed, a big grin plastered on his face, and he shuts the door. The light from your nightstand was soft, gave the room a candlelit feel.

He puts his ring clad finger to his lips, “Shhh, don’t want to wake your dad.” A familiar look passes his gaze, and you stare at him, shaking your head from side to side. You try to suppress your laughter as he crawls on the bed, and hovers above you, he starts tickling your ribs. You laugh loudly and he covers your mouth, giggling. 

“Shhhh.” He tells you, bringing his lips to your neck. 

“Eddie…” Your voice is muffled against his hand. He brings his finger to his lips again and smirks, trailing his finger down the center of your chest, down to your navel, and gently caresses the soft skin above your hip. You let out a soft moan and he grins at you. 

“Let’s see how quiet you can be.” He says, scooting himself down towards your waist, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes. You angle your hips at his words, and he releases his hand from your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare.” You tell him breathlessly. 

He smirks at you, leaning down, kissing the skin around your belly button softly. You close your eyes and sigh, his grazes his teeth along your underwear line and you arch your hips. He leans up on his heels, pulling down your underwear, lifting your leg to his shoulder to take them all the way off. You smile at him, shaking your head at his ballsy attitude. 

He leans over you and presses his lips to yours; his tongue begs for entrance, and you open your mouth. He smiles against your lips, pulling away, gently caressing your cheek, your lips. His two fingers go into your mouth, and you suck gently, he stares at you as your tongue swirls around his and he groans softly, your cunt aches at that very sound. He pulls them away, kissing you again before leaning back on his heels. He stares at your face, his eyes dilating as you bite your lip. His runs his finger over your clit delicately, and a gasp escapes you. He smiles big, you put your hand over your mouth, and he groans at how wet you were. He slides two fingers into you, and you arch your back, a muffled moan escaping you. He gently moves them in and out, curling them inside you, hitting that spongey spot. Your hand falls away from your face and you grip the bed beneath you, attempting to keep your mouth closed, breathing through your nose as the pleasure coursed through your veins. He thumbs your clit, pressing down lightly and you grip at his other forearm. 

Attempting to be quiet was impossible, and you didn’t think you had it in you to suppress the moan that was building in your chest. He crawls up your form, his fingers still deep inside you. 

“Eddie…” You whisper breathlessly. 

He kisses your lips, pushing his fingers deeper and you moan against his mouth. He smiles against your lips, pulls his fingers slowly out of you and slams them in you harder. A moan escapes you and you bite your lip hard. His other hand goes over your mouth, and you whimper against his palm. He watches his fingers go in and out of you, pushing himself against you and you can feel his cock through his jeans. He tightens his hold on your mouth as another moan rips through you. He thumbs at your clit, pushing down on the little bundle of nerves and your back arches. The pressure in your belly was building, and he could feel you clench around his fingers, making him go faster. You grip at his shirt, squirming underneath him, whimpering and moaning against his palm. The sounds of the wetness coming from your cunt as he slammed his fingers in and out of you echo in your bedroom. He breathes heavy, watching you arch your hips as a gasp escapes your lungs. Your whole body shook, the tingles started from your head to your toes as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you cum. It was so hard for you not to scream but you held it in, your body the only thing physically reacting to the pleasure. He continues finger fucking you as you cum and swallows back a moan. Your feel your nipples perk up through your shirt as another wave of the orgasm flows through you and he pulls his fingers gently out of you, your body twitches and you inhale deeply as he removes his hand from your mouth. 

You look up at him and narrowing your eyes. He looks almost scared, and you give him a cunning smile. You grip the back of his head, your fingers tangle in his hair and you press your mouth to his. You push your tongue into his mouth, and he groans softly when you pull away biting his lip. You flip him on his back, kissing him again and his calloused fingers grip your ass, you grind against him. You sit up straddling him and pull your shirt over your head and his hand reaches up, cupping both your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. His face was flushed, and his eyes wide. You bend yourself towards his mouth, teasing him with your lips. 

“Now it’s your turn to be quiet.” 

He swallows hard, and smirks at you. 

“I’m up for the challenge.” 

“I don’t think you are.” You tell him, kissing him once more, scooting backwards, pulling his jeans down with you. He arches his hips to help you, and you throw them to the floor. His cock springs up and you take him in your hands and stroke him gently.  He leans up on his elbows watching you as you kiss his hip bone, running your tongue along his pelvis. He grabs a fistful of your hair, moving it away from your face and he stares at you as your tongue runs over his cock. You feel him twitch; his head falls back, and a soft sigh escapes his lips. You take him all in until you feel him in the back of your throat, cupping his balls and squeezing. A groan escapes him, and you gaze up at him, he’s panting and smiling at you. His eyes half lidded, tugging at your hair. You push him down by his thighs and his head falls back against the pillow, suppressing a moan. You run your tongue from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. You suck hard, licking and sucking your way back to his balls. He trembles beneath you, and a curious thought overcomes you. 

You kiss his taint, gently running your tongue along the sensitive area and he whips his head up to look at you. You open your mouth wider, moving your tongue lower until it’s touching the entrance of his hole, he was so clean. 

“Ohhh?” He whispers and you flick your tongue out, his head falls back. “Ohh…okay…not fair…unnnghh fuh-fuck…”

You lick from his asshole up to his balls, and lick your finger, sucking on it. You meet his eyes, and you can see the pre cum spilling out of his cock as you run your finger over the opening of his hole. He shudders, a groan escaping, and he moans your name as you push your finger gently inside him. He was obviously so tight, and your cunt clenched at this sense of control you had over him with this split-second decision. 

The sudden pressure, the little pain he felt as you moved your digit in and out of him, was so new, he didn’t know how to handle it, so he moans, loud. He slaps his hand over his mouth and fists the blanket beneath him, arching his back as he feels your finger hit his prostate. You take him in your mouth again, sucking hard and drooling all over him as you continued to pump your finger in and out. He tries to lean up on his elbows but another wave of pleasure flows out through his belly and his head falls back the pillow with a plop. He pulls your hair hard, helping you bob your head up and down and you moan against his cock, your cunt getting wetter, enjoying every second of what you were doing to him. 

“Fuuuuck, holy shit, holy shit.” He moans out, your finger angles inside him at the right spot and you moan, sucking him harder, slamming your finger into his spot. He holds your hair; a throaty gasp escapes him, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. “Ohhh fuck, baby. Oh my…I’m gonna cum.” 

You pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you.” 

His eyes roll back in his head as you throat him all the way again, your finger pumping in and out. He puts his hand over his mouth, his back arches. His groans, whimpers and throaty gasps are muffled by his palm as he cums in your mouth. You suck him hard, letting the warm liquid flow down your throat as his back arches and he heavily breathes through his nose. You swallow the rest of him, gently pulling out your finger and lifting your face from his cock. You crawl up on the bed, leaning up on your elbows, caressing his flushed face, leaving sweet kisses on his cheek and jaw. His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved in scattered breaths. 

“You…” He catches his breath. “Why did you…how did you…what the fuck was that?”

You laugh, shrugging and he meets your eyes. “Looks like you’re the loser in this game. You couldn’t stay quiet.” You kiss his lips gently. 

He weakly cups your face, turning on his side, gazing up at you with an awe struck, completely fucked out face, and swallows hard. “I have you all to myself for almost thirty…thirty hours on the road. Three days in a hotel room…you just started a war.”

You smile against his lips. “A war that I’ve already won.”  

“That was pure luck, doll.” He kisses you hungrily, tasting himself, pinching your nipple hard and you moan. “Now you’ve really brought the freak out of me.” 

Your father helps you and Eddie pack up the trunk of the Land Cruiser. He decided last minute that he didn’t think your little escort would be safe enough to drive halfway across the country. The Land Cruiser was fairly new, it had air conditioning, and it was roomy, plus brand-new tires that your mother had gifted him for his birthday. You had wrapped your mother’s box of remains in a scarf, placed it in a container and stuffed it with newspaper, tucking it in a snug corner of the trunk, making sure that it was secure. 

“You call me when you get to the first rest stop, I don’t care what time it is.” He tells you, pulling you in for a hug. Your mother’s wedding ring glistened around the chain on his neck, and that dull ache in your chest returns. You nod and step back from him. He glances at Eddie and claps his shoulder. 

“I’m trusting you, Munson.” 

“Have I ever let you down?” Eddie smirks at him and your father gives him the ‘don’t test me’ face but smiles. Eddie plops in the driver seat, and you blow your father a kiss. He tells you both to be safe, reminding you to call and Eddie sets off down the road. You kick your sandals off, and bring your legs up in a criss cross, resting a book on your lap. Eddie lights up a cigarette and places a tape in the cassette player, the opening of Ride the lighting comes over the speakers and you tap your fingers against your knee to the music. The map laid folded in the back seat, not needing it until you got to I-90, which would take about an hour and a half into the trip. 

When you got bored of your book, you toss it in the backseat and stretch your arms over your head. The interstate would be approaching soon you realize, you must’ve really been invested in your book. You glance over at Eddie, his aviators covered his eyes, his hair danced with the wind. His fingers were thrumming on the steering wheel to the music that played. His Master of Puppets shirt was torn at the collar, exposing parts of his chest and there were some tears at the bottom of his stomach. You run your hand gently over his tattooed arm and he smiles over at you. His eyes catch the large silver Celtic knot ring on your pointer finger, and he slows down at a red light, studying it with his hands. 

“This is beautiful.” He says, lifting his sunglasses to see better. 

“Mom’s in there.” You tell him with a smile. 

“What? Really?” He lifts your hand, smiling sweetly. “How?” 

“Magic.” You tell him, kissing the top of his hand. He smiles at you, entwining your fingers as the light turns to green. 

Signs for I-90 were appearing on the side of the road, and you lift from the seat to grab the map from the back. You open it up, accidentally slapping Eddie in the face with it. “Shit, I’m sorry!” You laugh and he pushes it down to look at you. 

“I don’t think you need to open it up that wide…” You flatten it out and a corner of it smacks him again. “Jesus!” 

You couldn’t stop laughing as you trying to make the directions on the map, tears blurring your vision as you tried to focus. 

“Okay, okay, once we’re on I-90 we’re on the stretch of road for 50 miles until we get to Ohio. Then once we’re in Ohio, we…oh, cool. We end up cutting through a rural area that screams Texas chainsaw and we’re on that part of the I-90 for…250 miles?! We’re only cutting through a tiny part of Pennsylvania and the rest of the way is through upstate New York.” You study the map. “But if we only cut through Pennsylvania, we’ll see the Appalachian Mountains and potentially find a bed and breakfast to sleep.” 

“I like the bed and breakfast idea.” He says with a grin. “How much more time does that add?” 

“I don’t know, another hour or two?” 

“I’m fine with that.” He says with a smile. 

You fold up the map and drop it at your feet, the morning sun was hot, and you were kicking yourself for wearing jeans. The air conditioning wasn’t helping much, and Eddie notices your discomfort. 

You decided to play a game, you were in a war after all. You glance over at him, smirking. You waited until he turned onto I-90, where it was just you two and a stretch of road and a handful of cars. You angle the seat back, snapping the button of your jeans. You angle your hips, pulling them off and you sign at how much cooler you felt. The air conditioner blew nicely on your legs and Eddie glances over at you. 

“Feel better?” He chuckles.

You drape your arm above your head, angling your knee so it rests against the door panel. You wore black lace underwear and when Eddie noticed he had to do a double take. You run your hand along your stomach, delicately caressing the skin as you look out the window. The tips of your fingers dance gently on your inner thighs, and you let out a sigh when you move your palm over the fabric of your underwear, tickling your clit. 

You hear him sigh and look at his face. His eyes were fixed on the road, his hands a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and you watch his throat bob. You move your hand into your underwear and arch your back, a soft moan escaping you as your fingers dance around your clit. You thought of him fucking you in the shower that day. His hand gently squeezing your throat as he slammed his cock into you. 

Eddie says your name and you smirk. “What?” You take your hand out of your underwear. “Something wrong?” 

He smiles, biting the inside of his cheek. “Nope, keep going if you must.” 

You sit up straighter, angling your seat up. “Nah, gives you something to think about.” 

You lean in the back, your ass inches from his face and he shakes his head, you were teasing him, and it was difficult to not give in, pull the car into the next rest stop and fuck you against the hood. He settles for cupping his hand on your inner thigh, leaning over to bite the skin on your ass. You yelp, pulling a pair of black spandex shorts out of your backpack and laughing. You pull on the shorts, go in the glove box and pull out a rolled joint. Eddie hands you a lighter and you spark it up, inhaling deeply and holding it low because there was traffic up ahead. You cough, passing it to Eddie and he takes it from you. The beginning of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen came through the speakers, and you squeal, turning it up. You start singing along and Eddie laughs as you dance in your seat. Exaggerating your movements and serenading him as you inhale another hit from the joint, he laughed hard, the smoke comes out of his lungs and he coughs, feeling the ecstasy from the drug coursing through him. You continue your performance, and accidentally knock the joint out of your hand and it falls behind your back, burning you. 

“Ah!” You scream, arching your hips and feel it burn your butt. “Ah! Ow! Fuck! Hahaha!” 

Eddie covers his mouth, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter as you find the joint and throw it out the window. 

You look at Eddie with wide eyes. “How did that even happen?!” Eddie inches forward in the traffic, holding his stomach wiping the tears from his eyes. 

The traffic let up after a half hour and you are cruising down the open road. The two of you were overwhelmingly stoned. 

“I’m just saying, if we really stop and think about it, it will benefit the entire planet.” You tell him. 

“What are you talking about?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows. 

You laugh. “I have no idea.” 

He pulls onto a rest area that has a McDonald’s, you perk up excitedly, not realizing how hungry you were. The two of you order your food and sit on the bumper with the trunk open. You had called your father from the payphone outside and would let him know when you got to a spot in Pennsylvania to rest. 

“Thought of the day.” You say, dipping your French fry in the vanilla milkshake, and you don’t speak. He glances at you, smiling and sipping his soda. 

“Go on.” He waves his hand in front of him, and you laugh, almost forgetting what you wanted to tell him. 

“What if there’s like…some other dimension. A dimension that is exactly like where we live but, different. Everything is the same but it’s scary. Everything is dark. There are these weird monster things that look like dogs, or bats, and they are being controlled by something that used to be human that wants to destroy the world.” You’re not sure if you took a breath, and you look up at Eddie. 

Eddie stares at you with his mouth agape, mid bite with his burger. “Dude. How high are you?” 

“Fine, how are you?”

A laugh raspberries out of you and you cackle loudly. You keel over holding your stomach while Eddie walks away from you because he was too high, and his own laughing was starting to give him a panic attack. He comes back to the trunk and you’re still laughing, you look up to stare at his face and laugh harder, your body falling into his, your stomach hurting. 

He hugs your waist, and giggles. “We probably should’ve waited before we smoked. We still got a long way to go until we’re in Pennsylvania.” 

You peek at the watch around his wrist, it was 1:30pm. You had been on the road for only four hours. Grabbing the map from the front seat, you open it on the hood and Eddie leans over you to gaze at the map with you. You move your finger, following the trail that led to Pennsylvania. 

“If traffic works with us, we should be there before midnight and hopefully we can find a place to rest and shower.” You look up at him with a smile and he smiles sweetly back at you. Your eyes dart to his lips, his eyes. “We should probably get a few coffees for the road.” 

“As you wish, milady.” He says, nudging you with his shoulder and walks into the mini mart that was next to the McDonald’s. You smile, watching him walk away. You sit back down on bumper, your eyes darting to the spot where your mother’s remains were protectively sitting. You still hadn’t told you father or Eddie what you knew about her health. You were still trying to process it, trying to understand why she would keep that ailment from you, why your father would keep it from you.  There was no way he wouldn’t have known, he was there at the hospital when she died, he knew her medical history. It confused you because you read an article that adults can live a long time with congestive heart failure, why was your mother any different? 

A sharp pain hit your heart and you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. You wondered if you had it too, if your death was written in the stars before you turned fifty. You had a while to go, but anything was possible. You shut the trunk, inhaling through your nose and out your mouth. You thought of Eddie if you died. What would he do? Would you be married at that point? Would you have children? Would he have to do the same thing your father did and break the news to his child in person that their mother was dead? Would there be a way to prevent your death? 

You couldn’t fathom the idea of losing Eddie, but the idea of you dying didn’t hurt as much, it just made you wonder. If you could, you would trade places with your mother. 

Eddie returns with coffees in hand, and you pull yourself together, smiling as he hands you the cup. His eyes scan your face, and he cups your cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You smile at him. 

“Don’t lie.” His thumb grazes your cheek. 

“It’s nothing.” You tap his cheek. “I promise.” 

He squints his eyes, not believing you. You sigh, laughing and kissing his lips quickly. “I’m fine baby. Come on, I’m driving.” 

You pull away from him and he stands there watching you, he sighs and nods, following you to the car. Being a bit tall yourself, you didn’t have to adjust the seat much as you got in. He knew you were lying, but he didn’t say anything. He knew you long enough to never push you, the more people push, the more you disappear. 

You pull onto the interstate and accelerate speed. Eddie pulls his composition notebook from the back. The pages were frayed, the binding was bent and there were scribbles all over the front. He lights up a cigarette, letting it dangle out of his mouth, getting a ball point pen out of his pocket. He lays the notebook on the dashboard, inhaling on the cigarette with his lips and letting the smoke billow from his nostrils as he writes on the pages. His face is deep in concentration, and you wondered how you got so lucky to have him be yours. After all this time, for so many years you both fought your feelings for each other because of fear. 

You realized you were in love with him back in 1986. When everything had happened, and he was nowhere to be found for days. You and your mother barely slept because you feared the worst. The police had already been at your house twice, knowing besides Wayne that he was close with you and your family. You knew he didn’t commit those murders; his heart was too good and there wasn’t a bad bone in his body. Hawkins was just filled of crazy people who just thought since he listened to metal music and played D&D, he was going to sacrifice your baby to the Devil. 

That night, he had been missing three days at that point. Your mother had gone up to bed, but you knew she didn’t sleep. There was an intense rainstorm outside and it was cold. Your heart pounded, worrying how he was staying warm…if he was even alive. 

It was a witch hunt for the Hellfire Club, and it took everything in your power not to get in your car and drive around the whole state to find him. Jason was still missing too, and people were starting to assume he did the murders, but Eddie was still wanted for questioning and since he was the “town freak”, he was the easier target. 

The good thing about having your bedroom on the first floor was that it was easier for you to sneak in and out of the house. You were on your bed, listening to music on your Walkman, trying to distract yourself from your worry when a strange feeling overwhelms you. You pull your headphones from your ears and glance at the window behind your dresser. You heard a faint tapping. You get up from your bed and squint, trying to see through the darkness. 

A ring clad hand goes on the glass, and you gasp. “Oh my god, Eddie?! Mom!” 

He was soaking wet when you pulled him in the window, shivering and mumbling as you bear hug him. His fingers grip your waist, his head is buried in your shoulder. You hold his face in your hands, making sure he was real. “Where the hell have you been?” 

You help him pull off his vest, and his leather jacket. He was still in his Hellfire shirt which was covered in dirt and grime, and he shakes his head. “Everywhere and no-nowhere.” His eyes were wide and glassy, his teeth were chattering. Your mother rushes into your room, seeing a soaked Eddie. 

“Jesus, sweetheart.” She says, rushing over to hug him and his breath hitches as he hugs her waist. You could see the little boy in his eyes. “You’re freezing. Let me get you some dry clothes.” You watch as your mother disappears, and you hugged him to your chest. 

“You scared me.” I love you. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought.”

He lifts his head, staring at your face and pulling at the hem of your t-shirt. “I’m getting you soaked.” 

“Don’t worry about me.” 

Your mother comes in with a black t- shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You help him peel off his Hellfire shirt and he shakily puts on the clothes your mother gave him. Your mother brings his wet clothes into her den to clean. Eddie sits on your bed, and you sit next to him, he brushes his hair away from his face. 

“You…you believe me, right? I didn’t…I didn’t kill them.” His bottom lip trembles as he stares into your eyes, gripping your hand. “I swear I didn’t. I wouldn’t know what I would do if you didn’t believe me…I didn’t hurt them…” He began to sob, and you take his face in his hands. 

“Eddie, of course I believe you. We believe you. Is that why you’ve been staying away? We thought something happened to you. Don’t disappear like that on me, again. You hear me?” 

He nods and leans his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here.” He lifts his head up, panic in his eyes. “You can get in trouble, and I can’t let that happen, but I-it was so cold, and I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” You tell him sternly. “You’re staying here, where you’re safe. Jason is missing Eddie; they’re starting to think he’s the one who did it.”

He meets your eyes. “What? Really?”

You nod. “Lover’s quarrel or some shit. The only thing they have against you is that Chrissy bought drugs from you right before. Everything else points to Jason.” 

He shakes his head, looking down at his shaking hands. “This so fucked up.”

“I know.” You caress his hair. “But you got us. My mom almost got arrested for you.”

“Why?” He almost laughs. 

“Because a stupid redneck was testing my patience, that's why." Your mother comes in the room, handing you both a cup of hot cocoa. “Hop’s lucky he’s cute AND convincing, otherwise I’d be icing my hand right now. And because you’re a good kid. Who I love dearly, you’re a part of this family now. And where I come from, we protect our own.” 

Eddie stares at your mother, his eyes showing gratitude, fear, and love. He nods, trying to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as he slowly sips the cocoa. Your mother leans down and kisses the top of his head. 

“We got you, kiddo.” 

He smiles, nodding again and your mother leaves the room, and you knew that she was going to sleep soundly knowing he was safe. He places the mug on your nightstand and sighs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You stare at his form, everything you wanted to tell hm was stuck in your throat. But instead, you just pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he hugs your waist tightly. 

“I thought something happened to you.” You say into his ear. “You’re my best friend, I can’t imagine my life without your crazy ass.”

He laughs, pulling away from you and smiling. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you clear your throat and awkwardly get off the bed. “I’m starving, you want something to eat?”

He nods. “Yeah, anything is fine.” 

You turn but he stops you, grabbing your hand. You look down at him and he swallows hard before speaking. “Thank you. Thank you for being my friend.”

“Okay, golden girl.” You both laugh. “You’re welcome.” 

The tips of your fingers graze as you pull away from each other, and you swear you felt a current of electricity course through your belly and into your veins. That was when you knew. When you knew that you were head over heels, ass over tea kettle, fucking insanely in love with Eddie Munson.

You are halfway through Pennsylvania when you start feeling the exhaustion. The stretch of road you were on seemed to go on for miles and miles. There was maybe one streetlight, otherwise it was just empty road, empty fields and the two of you. Eddie had found a spot on the map that looked like it might have been a motel, but when you approached the destination, and saw the debilitated building, that was still open for vacancy, with one car parked out front; the two of you decided you liked your lives and didn’t want to be the next news story broadcasted over the entire nation. 

Young couple brutally murdered in old run-down motel, murderer still at large. 

The overtiredness from the two of you was making you both have fits of giggles for no reason. Everything was making you laugh, even the thought of the two of you being murdered in a field. As you continue your drive, the two of you sigh with relief when there were signs pointing to an Inn up ahead; you were right in the center of the Appalachian Mountains and even though it was pitch black, you could see the very tip of the mountain, looming like a large shadow above your heads. 

The Inn comes into view, and you pull into the nicely paved lot. It was two stories, a red rustic color with Victorian style windows. The two of you step out of the car and stretch, you feel your back pop with every turn of your body, and you let out a groan. It was almost midnight, and you knew as soon as your head hit the pillow you would knock out. The older woman at the front desk was smitten by Eddie and his charm. He had a way with women that was for sure. There was no one else checked in, and the woman was kind enough to give you the room with the turret. It was spacious and had its own bathroom with a shower. The owners had their own separate house behind the Inn and said that they could come down to the kitchen for breakfast anytime between 7am and 11am. You had called your father from the phone in the room, he was happy to hear you were off the road and somewhere safe. 

You were too tired to shower, taking off your shoes felt like a process, and you didn’t even bother taking off the rest of your clothes. Eddie yawns loudly, kicking his shoes off and crawling into bed next to you. The exhaustion hit both of you immediately, and you had both fallen asleep with the light on, your hand resting on his chest, his on your thigh. 

You had woken with a gasp, this nightmare a lot more violent than you were used to. Eddie had stirred, his hand reaching up to your arm and he opens his eyes.

“You alright?” His voice sounded sultry from just waking up, and you nod.

“I’m fine.” You tell him, wiping the sweat from your brow. He leans up on his elbow, gazing up at you.

“Talk to me.” He tells you gently. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, this is just my new normal.” You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock. It was almost dawn, you still felt exhausted.

Eddie sits up, his hair a mess of curls and tangles. He tilts his head at you and smirks. “I’m not gonna pry. I just want you to tell me you’re okay.”

You press your forehead against his cheek, smiling. “I’m okay.”

His hand cups the back of your head, smoothing out your hair. “That’s so convincing.”

“Eddie, I promise I’m okay. I’m just gonna have to get used to these stupid feelings.” You scoot yourself down, so you’re face to face with him. 

He frowns and touches your cheek gently. 

“You know I’m here for you right? I may not have the right words but, I can grieve with you. She wasn’t my mom but…”

“She was to you, baby.” You rub his chin, and he smiles. “I don’t want you to think you can’t grieve her, where else is all that love gonna go?” 

He kisses your nose. “To you.” 

You roll your eyes and grin, cuddling into his chest. He hugs your waist, tracing little circles around your skin. He kisses your forehead. “This is nice, but I really have to pee and you’re pushing on my bladder.”

You laugh and move away from him, he scoots off the bed and goes into the adjoining bathroom, flicking on the light. “Holy shit! Did you see this bathroom?! This tub?! Babe, get naked, we’re taking a bath.”

“We?” You call out to him, and he peeks his head past the doorway, his shirt already off.

“Yes, we, it’s big.” He winks. “Come on, I’ll make bubbles.”

You laugh, shaking your head and stand up, pulling your shorts off, and your shirt. You walk into the bathroom and were amazed at how big it was; there was a his and hers sink, a spacious stand-up shower and a large claw footed tub. Eddie is already in there, his arms draped over each side of the porcelain with his head back, bubbles surrounding him. Looking like a metalhead version of Tony Montana, you thought. He meets your eyes and smiles sweetly. He swims to the edge where you stood and takes your hand, helping you step in. He pulls you against his back, the water was almost, and it felt good on your sore muscles. You sigh, resting the back of your head against his shoulder and look up at him as he was lathering shampoo in his palms. He moves your head up and begins shampooing your hair. You close your eyes, sighing softly as he massages your scalp and the base of your neck. He starts humming the tune to Home Sweet Home and you sing softly with him. You dip your head under the water, letting the shampoo dissolve from your hair and pop back up. You whip your hair back, spraying him with water droplets and he laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Jerk.”

You turn towards him, leaning forward and kiss his lips softly. He pulls you towards him by your waist, your legs rested on either side of his, straddling him, as you continue to kiss passionately. You could feel his hardness against your opening, and you scoot closer, gently sliding him inside you and he shudders out a groan. Your mouth opens in a moan against his lips as you slowly roll your hips, taking him all in. His hands move from your hips to your ass, and he squeezes, the sensation of the warm water and his hands causing an intense wave of pleasure to course through your veins. He pulls away from your lips breathlessly and you lean your head back, his tongue licks over your nipple, cupping both of your breasts in his hands, gently kissing one and sucking the other. A loud moan escapes you and he brings his mouth back to yours, his tongue moves over your bottom lip. You continue your rhythm, could feel the tip of his cock hitting you in the right spot at the right angle. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, helping you move a little faster. The water splashes you both, and you shudder on top of him as you clench around him, you feel a lovely tingle in your lower belly. This moment was so intimate, and you cry out, your orgasm flowing through you so nicely you didn’t want this feeling to end. Your breathing came out scattered and gaspy as you held onto his shoulders. He cums soon after you, groaning and whimpering as you feel his cock twitch inside you, holding onto you tightly as if you were to slip away. 

The breakfast at the inn was some of the best you and Eddie had. And you were more than full. The owner was kind enough to give you both to-go coffees and some sealed cans of soda. 

The Appalachian Mountain trail was up ahead, and Eddie pulls into the lot. There was only one other car; it was still early, and a workday. The outfit you decided on wasn’t exactly hiking attire: a black sleeveless dress that went down your knees and your docs. You’ve trekked through worse, you and Eddie. There were many times you’ve ran from the cops in the woods because he had done something stupid, or you had accidentally set off fireworks in the woods. The air was surprisingly cooler here, the bright summer sun was hidden behind some trees. You didn’t plan on staying long; but you wanted to give Eddie his ring, and you felt like this was the perfect time to do it. You had your small crossbody bag on that had your camera, and the box with the ring was tucked in the pocket, you found yourself touching that spot to make sure it was there. It wasn’t like you were proposing to him, but it was something special, and you wanted it to be perfect.

The two of you hiked up the trail, stopping to take pictures. Eddie had stolen the camera from you and had snuck a picture while you were admiring the trees. You had scolded him for taking your picture, but he snapped another one and ran away from you, giggling like a little boy in trouble. 

He was the most beautiful person you’d ever known and watching him looking around the trail with wide eyes and a smile on his face, made you want to ask him to marry you. You knew it was unheard of for a woman to propose, but fuck the patriarchy, you were in love. You watch as he stops on a small hill and his arms fall at it his side, you walk up next to him and your breath hitches. 

It felt like another world; all the different shades of green, a misty fog rolling through over its peak, the stillness of it all. The mountains were extraordinary, and you couldn’t believe you lived in a place with such beauty. He takes a picture of the view and brings you into his side. Your hand rests on his chest and you look up at him. 

“Can we just stay here forever?” 

“What would we eat?” He says, giving you a goofy smile. 

“Each other.” You roll your eyes. 

“Ooh, I like that idea.” He playfully tickles your sides and kisses your lips softly. 

Patting his face, you unzip your purse. “I have something for you.”

He points to his own chest and tilts his head, like it was an absolute honor he was receiving a gift. You playfully slap his shoulder. “Don’t be a goon, I’m nervous.” 

You pull the square black box out of your purse, and hand it to him. He raises his eyebrows at you and takes it. He opens it up and smiles immediately. He takes the ring out of the box and holds it up to look closer. The skull was beautifully defined, the sun glistened off the silver making it shine. “This is really nice. You didn’t have to do that.” He slips the ring on his left middle finger.

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “There’s um, there’s part of her…in there.” 

He looks at you, his face unreadable, and he looks at the ring. “Wait, her ashes are in here?”

You nod; your eyes immediately fill with tears when you see his glisten.

“But…why? This is…sweetheart, this is…” He inhales a shaky breath. “Why?”

You take his face in your hands, and he nervously fondles the fabric of your dress. “Because if it hadn’t been for you these last few weeks, I wouldn’t have made it.”

He looks in your eyes, shaking his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek. “That’s not true.”

“It is.” You run your thumb along his cheek. “Eddie, I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and it’s because of your heart. You have shown not only true friendship, but pure, unfiltered love, even when I felt unlovable. You were just as much a son to her as I was her daughter. This is only a small gift of appreciation of so much more I want to give you. You mean so much to me, and my world would be a lot darker if you weren’t in it.” 

He lets out a trembled breath and hugs you tightly. His fingers go to his eyes to stop tears from flowing and you kiss his shoulder. He pulls back to kiss you on the lips, your cheek. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles, his eyes rimmed red. 

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You never have, you’re still standing because you choose to stand. Not because of me, or your dad. It’s because of you.” He cups both your cheeks, his stare deepening. “I love you. I wouldn’t be half the man I am if I didn’t meet you all those years ago.” 

You smile at him, resting your forehead against his chin. “Who would’ve thought ten years ago we’d be here? Stupidly in love, wearing my dead mother in jewelry, being up on this trail.”

“Not me.” He laughs. “I thought I’d be in jail already.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling away from you, walking around with his arms open wide. “I’ll make this promise to you, in another ten years we will come back here with our kids, in an RV, I’ll learn to how to fish, and I’ll teach our son how to wail on the guitar. You’ll show our daughter how to paint and I’ll teach her all about metal. We will sit by a campfire making s’mores and when they go to bed, I’ll make love to you under the stars.” 

Your smile grows bigger. “Kids huh? You seem to have thought a lot about this.” 

“Everyday.” He smiles sweetly at you, and you blush. He comes to you, pulling you towards him by your waist. “You’re my endgame, baby. And if I can give you a life of happiness and love, I will die a happy man.” 

You laugh and cup his face. “You could give me anything and nothing and I will still be happy. You’re a softy, better not tell Steve, he’ll never let you live it down.” 

“I know, I have a reputation I need to uphold. I still need Hawkins to think I’m a devil worshipper who sacrifices kittens.” You both giggle. 

“Promise me we’ll get out of there. I don’t care where we go. I want my dad and Wayne safe and settled somewhere and then we pack up and leave that shitty place.” 

He kisses your lips. “Deal.” 

You bounce excitedly in your seat when the Massachusetts Welcomes You sign comes into view. You wanted to show Eddie the house you grew up in, which was twenty minutes outside the city in a small suburb. It was still early afternoon, and you were grateful for the daylight. You direct him off the exit, and inhale deeply. The air was different here, it brought you back to some of your best memories. You pull down the cul-de-sac and have him slow down in front of a two-story cape. The house was re-painted a navy-blue color when it used to be gray, the shutters were white and the front wrap around porch was refinished. The same porch swing you had sat idle, and you feel tears spring to your eyes. You step out of the car and look up at your childhood home; you remembered your mother sitting on that very swing, sketching away in her sketch pad, Janis Joplin’s booming voice blaring from the radio next to her as you sat with her, coloring in your own coloring book. Eddie stands next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“This is wild.” You whisper and you point to the swing. “That’s where she sat, and I sat curled next to her. I busted my knees so many times on those stairs.”

He grips your waist, noticing a for sale sign to the left of the mailbox. You follow his eyes and stare at the sign. You sigh, smiling sadly. “In another life, maybe.”

You continue to point out the windows and different parts of the house, telling him which one was your bedroom, how the backyard was fenced in with a trampoline, and a small pool. You wondered if it was still there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. The only reason you and your parents moved away was because your father got a good offer on a construction job in Indiana, he’d be making double the salary he was making. Your mother, being supportive, thought it was perfect, and she’d be closer to her brother.  You had gone back to the car; Eddie had stood there for a moment, looking behind him to make sure you wouldn’t see, and wrote down the phone number to the realtor on receipt paper.

The Lenox Hotel was breathtaking, you and Eddie stood outside its doors, staring at the large building. Eddie was blown away by the city skyline and was even more excited when he realized how close you were to different music venues. The doorman lets you both in, smiling awkwardly; it was clear he hadn’t seen a young couple, dressed like they did, walk into this expensive hotel.  The front desk receptionist was very nice, but they had to call your father to make sure the credit card wasn’t stolen which he assured them it wasn’t, and you had successfully booked a room for three nights. The room was on the 10th floor, and when you had stepped in, you couldn’t believe this was your room. Eddie had gone down to the car to unload all your belongings, you offered to help but he needed a nicotine fix and could take the walk. There was a king bed in the center of the room, with a fireplace, the air was nice and cool in there. The headboard was a fake leather. There was a nice view of the city as you gaze out the window; you smiled to yourself. Eddie comes in soon after, whistling at the sight of the room. He held your mother protectively in his arms and handed her to you, you place the box in the small closet, and start unpacking your things for the few days you were there and put them into the waist high long dresser. 

You felt Eddie approach you from behind, his soft lips kiss the sensitive spot below your ear. You sigh, pushing your back against his as he nibbles your ear. His hand grips your waist, gently pulling up your dress, his hand slowly moving his way down to grip your thigh. He pulls your face towards him and kisses you hungrily. His hand travels over your tummy under your dress, up your ribs, and cups your breast. You moan softly, he squeezes and pinches your nipple, gently massaging the soft skin. His other hand travels from your thigh and cups your mound over your underwear. He moans softly, feeling your wetness. He turns you around, pushing you on top of the dresser. He kneels in front of you, pushing your legs apart, draping one leg over his shoulder. 

“This is for what you did to me in the car, and for your little adventurous time with my ass.” He says, his voice soft but stern. 

Before you could say a word, his mouth is on your clit, sucking and nibbling hard. A broken moan escapes you and you tug at his hair. He looks up at you, taking both your hands and pinning them at your sides. “Sorry, baby, no touching.” He smirks and goes back to feast on you, your back arches and you feel him move his tongue in circles, you grip the wood of the dresser, trying to free yourself but he tightens his hold on you. He moves his face back and forth on your cunt, moaning as licks your tight hole. You let out a loud moan, and you rock your hips against his face, he looks up at you, his eyes in that lustful stare, his mouth mimicked your movements and when you’re just about to cum, he stops. 

He stands up, you gaze at him with disappointment, and he pulls you towards him, kissing you. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” 

The dominance in his voice almost made you cum right there, but you listen. You feel the bed shift with his weight, and you gasp when he tears your underwear from you. He squeezes your ass, the coolness from his rings causing goose flesh to prickle your skin and he presses your head against the bed, angling your hips up. He kisses both your ass cheeks softly, massaging the skin and you cry out in pleasure when he spanks you. 

You hear him groan softly; his fingers move your lips apart, leaving a wet kiss in the center of your cunt and you gasp, feeling the tip of his tongue trace circles around your asshole. He moves his tongue all the way into you, and you grip the sheets, letting out a guttural groan that sounded almost animalistic. He pulls away from you with a moan, his finger traces circles around your asshole and he gently slides his finger into that tight space. You grip the sheets, crying out, almost laughing because it was so new and felt so good. You feel two of his fingers slide into your cunt.

“Oh my god, Eddie…” You moan out. 

“I’m not even close to being done with you, yet.” His breath was hot near your ear as he says those words and your pussy clenches around his fingers. “I told you; you brought the freak out in me.” 

He pulls his fingers out of you and flips you onto your back, he kisses you hungrily, and pulls away, putting the fingers he had inside you in your mouth and has you suck. His fingers go deeper down your throat, and you let out a soft gag, moaning right after. He takes out his fingers, smiling and pulls you up by your arms, pulling your dress off you. He pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the ground and pushes you back gently on the bed. He pulls his bandana out of his back pocket, looking at you lovingly as he folds it, waiting for you to object to whatever he had planned but you didn’t. Your smile was enough of a consent for him, and he lifts your head up, gently tying the bandana around your eyes. He only tightens it a little, and you could feel a warmth creep up your belly when all you could see was darkness. You feel the bed shift as he gets off it, and you squeal when he pulls you by your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. Your feet hit the floor below you and he came behind you, pulling your back to his chest. You tremble, feeling the coolness of his rings as his hands travel down your front, massaging your nipples and you gasp quietly. He pinches your left nipple, his teeth grazing your neck and you feel him smile against your skin. His hand slides down your tummy, which tickles you, over your mound and fingers your clit. You moan loudly at the sensation and his other hand travels to your throat, pressing down gently. He rubs faster on your clit, moaning against you and adds more pressure to your throat. Your breathing picks up, and a choked moan escapes you. 

“Mmm, baby, cum for me.” Eddie says in your ear; your arm goes behind you to wrap onto his neck, his grip tightens, and you whimper. “Cum for me, then I’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.” 

A low growl escapes you, a sound you’ve never made before, and you grip his thigh. You tilt your head, blindly finding his ear. “You better fuck me like you hate me.” 

He groans, rubbing your clit faster and loosens his hold on your throat, he takes off your blindfold and finds your lips. You feel the tingles in your belly, and your back arches against him and you cry out in pleasure, moaning and gasping as he continues to rub you out, holding on to your waist as you cum. 

He pulls his hands away after the feeling in your belly slows and stands up. You scoot yourself back onto the middle of the bed, your chest heaving, your face flushed. He stares at you with a smile, he unbuttons his jeans and steps out of them. His erect cock springs out and you smile at the sight. He pumps his fist over his tip and moans softly. 

“Touch yourself.” He whispers. 

Your hand travels between your legs, your clit still sensitive from the orgasm, and you rub it delicately. Eddie stares at you, biting his lip as you rub your clit, using your other hand to fondle at your breasts. He pumps harder at his cock, his head falling back in pleasure as little soft moans escape you. 

He removes his hand, and inches towards you on his knees. He spreads your legs apart with his knees and you grip his forearms. He kisses you gently, holding the side of your face. He pulls away a little, his mouth still inches from yours. “What is it that you want me to do?” His hand grips your thigh, and you bite your lip.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” 

A low growl forms in his throat and he kisses you again. He sits up between your legs and he licks his fingers, gently massaging your cunt and stares deep into your eyes. He hovers above you and hooks his arm under your legs. You run your hand over his mouth, and he kisses your palm. 

He enters you quick, his mouth falling open in a groan and your hand falls back against the pillow. His cock slams into you and you grip his arms, your head bounces off the headboard. 

“Ungh oh…oh Eddie…” You cry out as he continues his rhythm, his cock going deeper and deeper with every roll of his hips. 

He grunts loudly, kissing your calf. He sits up on his heels and straightens your leg on his shoulder, staring into your eyes as he fucks you harder. His hand goes to your throat and applies pressure. A throaty moan escapes you and you arch your hips; he hits your g-spot over and over and the sensation of the little pain was causing a lovely tingle between your legs. 

“Ugnnngh, fuck.” Eddie moans, closing his eyes, groaning with each thrust. He continued to keep his hand wrapped around your throat, and you welcomed this sensation of being absolutely fucked over and over. He kept his word, every thrust, every welcoming pain was like he was someone else, the freak. A smile forms on your lips as your mouth falls open in another guttural moan, and he closes the gap between you two, kissing you hungrily. The sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoed in the room. You clench on his cock, inhaling breath after breath, until you finally scream out, your orgasm exploding out of you, your body contorting. You knew that the entire hotel could probably hear you two, but you didn’t care. You wanted them to hear, you wanted them to know he was yours and you were his. 

The screams of pleasure that came out of you after each wave of the orgasm caused you to claw at his back, your fingers like talons in his skin. That made Eddie fuck you faster, faster and faster until a guttural, loud moan escapes him, and he cums inside you. Your sounds were almost harmonized, loud breaths and whimpers. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving with yours. You play with his hair, hugging his head to you as you caught your breath. He slides out of you, leaning on his side, draping his arm around your tummy.

The two of you were sweaty, hair a knotted mess, you swallow once, twice and let out a sigh. 

“I could literally do that with you every day.” You tell him, giggling softly, kissing his hair. “How did it take us ten years? I can’t believe this was what I was missing.” 

He smiles against your chest. “Truth be told, it was insanely hard for me to be around you once I realized I loved you. All I wanted to do was touch you.” 

Moving to your side to look at his face, you twirl a piece of his curly hair in your hand. “When did you know?” 

He meets your eyes, blushing, a hint of his shyness peeking through, and he grins. “1986. That’s when I knew.” 

You bite your lip, trying to hold back from confessing that was the same year you realized you were in love with him. You would wait to tell him, you wanted to hear his story. 

“I knew I had feelings for you for a while. I think the first year we met I just had this vision of us being together, even if it was just as friends. Whenever I looked ahead, at the future, you were always in it. I was finally so ready to graduate, yeah, I was full of shit for two years before that saying the same thing, but I was ready to get the fuck out of there, make music, and with you by my side. Then,” he sits up, grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand and lighting it, leaning his back against the headboard, he inhales deeply, the smoke billowing from his nostrils. “Chrissy Cunningham asked to meet me in the woods, she wanted to buy weed. She seemed terrified to be there, like someone was watching her. So, as you know, I sell her the weed and she ends up dead a few hours later. Then, that kid from the fucking school newspaper ends up dead the next day. We can skip ahead because we know what happens after that. But for those three days that I was running, all I kept thinking about was you.” 

You glance up at him, listening intently. He smiles sweetly at you. 

“I would find myself running to your house, and then I would get scared and turn around. All I kept thinking about was does she think I did it? Did I just ruin a beautiful relationship with this person because of my own stupidity? Does her mom hate me now? What are they saying about me? What have they said to her? I was so afraid you would disappear just like everyone else, so I stayed away.” 

“Until you couldn’t.” You said with a soft smile, gripping his forearm. 

“Until I couldn’t.” He smiles, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling. He flicks the cigarette in the ash tray and stubs it out. “Then the night that crazy rainstorm happened, it got so fucking cold. I was hiding under Skull rock to try and stay dry, but I was already a fucking mess, it didn’t even help. So, I ran, with no plan where I was going, and just let my legs take me wherever. 

“I ended up in your backyard. And I saw that your bedroom light was on. I remember quietly going to your window and seeing you on your bed. Your legs bopping along to whatever you were listening to. When I saw how content you looked, I didn’t want to disrupt that, so I went to leave but something made me look at you again. You couldn’t see me, but I saw you looking at the window, your headphones in your hand. When you came to the window, I knew I had to let you know I was there. And that’s when you pulled me in.” 

You pull the blanket up to your chest and stare in wonder at him, waiting for him to continue. “I saw pure fear and relief in your eyes, and I knew right there it wasn’t fear over seeing me. It was fear for me. That’s when I knew how much you did care for me, how you weren’t going to leave me like everyone else. When your mom got me those dry clothes and you just held me, I knew I loved you. It fucking hurt, but I welcomed it. I was so in love with you I didn’t know how to process it, I had never been in love before. I wanted to tell you then, and I wanted to tell you after. But I was terrified I would lose the one true thing that kept me going, our friendship, and I couldn’t risk that.” 

He takes your hand, running his thumb along your ring. “But here we are now, and I wouldn’t change a thing.” 

You nod and laugh a little, shaking your head, running your hand over his chest. “I knew I loved you then too.”

His eyes widen. “No way.” You nod and both laugh, he shakes his head, looking at you with his palm resting against his chin. 

“That same night?” You nod again. “Damn. We really know how to torture ourselves huh?” 

“Like I told you before, I thought there was no way you’d feel that way for me. You had so many girls throwing themselves at you that I just assumed you’d be with one of them. Remember the night you and Corroded played during Christmas vacation? 1980…8?”

He nods and laughs. “The night you got hammered and yelled at me, yeah I remember.” 

“Ugh. I’m so rude when I drink sometimes. Do you remember who I went home with?” 

“Uhhh, Stacey Peterson, didn’t you?” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you stare at him almost embarrassed, and he laughs. “Oh, this is gonna be good I can tell.” 

You laugh, sitting up, shaking your head. “After the show, when I saw you making out with that redhead, I was so mad at you. And I had no right to be mad at you because we weren’t together. I kept going to the bar to get shots. Robin, bless her cute heart, was trying to stop me after the second one but you know how stubborn I can be.”

“You? Stubborn? Nah.” 

You roll your eyes. “Everything is a little fuzzy after that, but Stacey said I could go home with her because I was in no condition to go back to my house. You offered your trailer and what did I say?” 

“You’d rather sleep in a dumpster then be in the same room as me and you called me a stupid fuck, which, rude, I know I’m a stupid fuck but at least give me a reason.” He laughs and you hide your face. “I mean, it makes sense now why you acted that way, but what did you do when you got back to Stacey’s?” 

You peek at him through your fingers. “Remember her brother Stan?” 

He nods, and then his eyes widen, he smiles large, a realization crosses his face and you cover your face in your hands. “Noooooo. Her older brother? The one who cries after sex?” He laughs loudly, pure joy on his face and he scoots down to your level like you were two girlfriends at a sleepover. “Did he cry? Oh my god, please tell me.” 

Tears roll down your face as you laugh, your stomach muscles clenching and you nod. “See…I didn’t...I didn’t know that.” 

Laughter roars from him and he pushes you away by your shoulder. “Shut the fuck up! You didn’t know?! How?!”

You shrug, trying to breathe. “After it was over, he just…he just started sobbing. I thought…I thought I was gonna have to call the ambulance I was so confused. He was so sad but, but he said thank you. I walked home after that, still thinking I should’ve called an ambulance.” 

The echoes of your laughter fill the room. Eddie holds his stomach. 

“Oh, my, god. I’m gonna throw up.” He says, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“I think I just peed the bed a little.” Your body shakes with laughter, and you take in a few deep breaths but that didn’t help, and you start laughing harder. 

Eddie pulls you to him, rubbing circles on your shoulders. “Aww, honey. I’m sorry about your sad fuck with Stan.” 

“I wasn’t sad! He was!” You laugh, shaking your head and he giggles. “So stupid. I was so stupid. I should’ve just told you how I felt about you, then I would’ve avoided that whole thing.” 

“It’s an awesome story though.” He kisses your hair, resting his chin on top of your head. “Should I cry after sex? Would that turn you on?” 

You shove him away and laugh. “Get away from me.” 

He laughs, bringing you on top of him, kissing your lips gently and smoothing out your hair. You laid there kissing each other for what felt like hours, naked limbs entwined, holding each other until you both fell asleep. 

The next day, you had called your father to talk about the hotel and how beautiful it was. Your father had mentioned that your mother’s old friends: Tom and Susie, wanted to meet you for drinks and dinner, and to talk about your mother. You agreed and couldn’t remember if you talked to them at the funeral, but you knew they were there. They would meet you at the City Bar in the hotel, when you both had walked by it, it looked fancy, and you weren’t sure if you had a dress that would be fitting for that place. Eddie assured you that you could wear a potato sack and still get into fancy restaurants. All he did was wear all black, the v in his brand-new t-shirt exposing some of his chest, his tattoos exposed. He looked like a rockstar, no, he was a rockstar.

You had forgotten you had packed one of your mother’s sundresses. It was a beautiful green color, went down past your knees and was lightweight. It accentuated your curves in all the right spots, and her emerald necklace made the entire outfit pop. You had left your hair down, didn’t bother to put on much make up and come out of the bathroom. 

Eddie was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his new ring with a smile and looks up when you walk in. His eyes scan your body and then meet your eyes, a blush rises in his cheeks, and he grins, his dimples so prominent. 

“Wow. Green is definitely your color.” He extends his hand to you, and you take it. He pulls you between his knees, gazing up at you, holding your waist. “You’re very beautiful. Did you know that?” 

“As are you, my dear.” You lean down to kiss his nose and he chuckles. 

“You ready?” He kisses your tummy, and you nod. 

He stands up, wrapping his arm around your waist and you both take the elevator to the first floor. You were the only two in the elevator, and Eddie took this opportunity to tease you. He stands behind you, gently pulling up your dress from behind and you gasp when you feel his fingers gently caress your clit through your underwear. You lean your back into him, and he kisses your shoulder. The elevator dings and you whip your head up, trying to suppress your noises as a young couple walk in. Eddie is backed into the corner, and he still caresses that sensitive spot. The angle of where you stood made it look like you were just leaning against him, your dress was long enough to keep what he was actually doing hidden. You feel him move your underwear to the side and you glance up at him with wide eyes, he just smirks at you, biting his lip and you shudder, a moan escaping you as you feel his two fingers glide inside you. You cover up your moan with a fake cough, and the couple turns to look at you. You give them a tight smile as the elevator dings, and they get off at the 5th floor. 

You turn to him, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You growl against his lips, and he pushes his fingers deeper inside you, smiling, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He slams you into the corner, not breaking the kiss and pushes himself against you, his fingers fucking you hard and you quietly moan against his lips. 

The elevator dings, letting you know you were on the first floor, and you both pull away quickly. You smooth out your dress and hair, your cheeks flushed as you walk by the people coming in the elevator. Eddie nods at them with a smile and you glance behind you at his grinning form. 

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” You mutter to him as he holds the door to the bar open for you.

“I can’t wait.” He winks at you, and the two of you walk in, spotting your mother’s friends in the far corner booth. 

They had both started crying when they saw you, hugging you tightly, telling you over and over how much you looked like your mother. They were at the funeral but didn’t stay long because it was too hard for them, which you understood. They were so happy to spend time with you in a more comfortable setting. You had surprisingly kept yourself together, and the four of you sat at the booth. Tom had met your mother when they were teenagers, they had worked together at a restaurant. Your mother was a waitress, and he was a bus boy; he said he couldn’t stand her at first because she would always smack his hat off his head and walk away laughing. Then eventually they became best friends, and your mother was the first person he came out of the closet to. He had introduced her to Susie, who made your mother her daughter's godmother, and they were completely inseparable ever since. 

They had brought photographs you’ve never seen, and every photo had a story that would put you and Eddie in stitches. Towards the end of the night, Tom was completely smitten by Eddie, and Eddie ate it all up, flirting right back with him, laughing with him, buying each other drinks. 

Susie had laughed at their exchange, nudging you. “This is the Eddie?” She had asked you. 

You had sipped your beer, smiling. “Yup, how’d you guess?” 

“The Eddie Van Halen aura about him, the big beautiful brown puppy dog eyes your mother constantly talked about.” She smiles at you, leaning on her chin. “She talked about the two of you a lot.” 

You perk up in your seat. “Really? Like what?” 

She smiles. “How much she loved him. How she could tell how much he loved you. She would say she would watch him just stare at you when you weren’t looking, just smiling sweetly at you like you were the only thing in the room.” You look over at Eddie who meets your eyes, and winks at you. 

“Yeah?” You say with a smile, tears filling your eyes. “She really said that?” Susie nods.

“She said it was only a matter of time before you two would be together, she was ready to start planning your wedding.” She laughs and a soft laugh escapes you. You gaze at Eddie across the table, Tom had his arms draped around his shoulder and they were drunkenly singing an Elton John song. A tear rolls down your cheek; you knew your mother had a feeling that you loved Eddie, all her son in law jokes, the way she would watch the two of you together. Your heart hurt thinking about the what if? What if she wasn’t sick? What if there was a way you could help raise money for a medication she needed or…what if you could stop her from dying? 

Susie rubs your back, noticing your tears. “Honey, your mother was insanely proud of you. And I know she’s proud of you now. You were her true love; I remember when she found out she was pregnant with you, she immediately knew you were a girl. I thought she was crazy, but she insisted on it. Then you came out, this beautiful little bundle with the cutest dimples, and I saw a change in her. You were her world, and she would move mountains for you if she could.” 

You lean into her and smile, nodding. The two of you continued to have conversations, and when it was time for the night to end, the four of you walk outside the bar. 

Tom had given you a kiss on the cheek, had reached Eddie, giving him a huge kiss on the mouth. Eddie laughed when he pulled away and you giggled when he blushed. “Honey, if I was twenty years younger…”

“No, Tom. If I was twenty years older, this woman would have some competition.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “I mean look at you, you’re like George Michael and Freddie Mercury’s love child. How could I resist that?” 

Tom grins, meeting your eyes. “Never let him go.” Tom says to you, his Boston accent causing yours to peek through for just a moment when you said “never”, and it came out as “nevah”. 

“Ayyyyy, there’s that Beantown girl, just like your mother!” He laughs and they both hug you tightly.

Susie whispers in your ear. “I’m only a phone call away. Please call me anytime. Whenever you’re in town again, come find us.” 

They wave at you both and you watch them walk away, he looks at you with a smile. 

“That was the first time I heard that accent come out of you, pretty trashy, but hot.”

“Shut up.” You giggle nudging him.

“Nevaaaaah.” He mimics you, kissing your cheek as you make your way back into the hotel room. 

Eddie had fallen asleep soon after you two made love again; you had sat by the window, gazing out at the view, puffing on the joint you still had. Tomorrow you would be going to the cemetery; the owners had dug a small hole to put her remains in. You planned on just pouring her ashes in the hole and burying them; you hadn’t seen her remains, so you weren’t sure how it was gonna go, but it would be fine right? 

You replayed the words Susie had said about your mother; how she wanted to plan your wedding. Your heart hurt, a stabbing pain radiates in your gut, and you groan softly. 

You were robbed of it all. Robbed of her being there for your wedding, for the birth of your first child, robbed of it all. 

Fucking robbed.

                The two of you had driven to the cemetery which was only a few miles away from the hotel. You held your mother’s remains in your lap as you see the iron gate approach of the cemetery. 

“Right here.” You mutter, directing him down a paved path, towards the back of the cemetery that was surrounded by woods. It was so silent in the cemetery; you couldn’t hear anything past the gates. You saw the last name of your grandparents and you step out of the car. Eddie walks quietly behind you, and you stand in front of the grave. You kick some dead leaves out of the way and kneel. 

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath and let it out slowly and open the lid of where her ashes were kept. You immediately notice the plastic bag and pull it up, using your other hand to support the bottom, it was heavy. You stare at the bag, the ash was a light gray, some parts dark, there were some white spots, some big, some small. Upon realizing they were pieces of bone; the bag falls from your hands and bile rises in your throat. You quickly scramble to your feet, gripping your stomach, hunched over as you rush past Eddie. He’s behind you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist like he did the night she died, and a heartbreaking moan escapes your lungs, followed by a deafening scream. 

His forehead is resting against your back as he holds you. “I got you, baby. I got you.” 

Another wail is pushed out of you, and you sob, it was too much. All of it was too much. “I could’ve…I could’ve saved her.” 

“What?” Eddie says, staring at the back of your head. 

You pull away from his grasp, turning towards him. Your eyes wide, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I read her death certificate, because I needed to know. I needed to know what happened.” 

His face softens, his heart breaks for you. “Oh…sweetheart…”

“Wanna know what I found out?” You let out a laugh, wiping your eyes. “That she had congestive heart failure. For years. Years.” You groan through your teeth. “And they both lied to me about it. They knew she had heart failure, and they didn’t tell me anything. They were doing a quick surgery to remove her appendix; a simple fucking surgery and her heart couldn’t take it! Adults can live with that for years and survive until their nineties. Why was my mother different? Why? She was so full of life, so beautiful and she was ripped away from me! How is that fair? How is any of this fair? She’s in a fucking plastic bag, burnt to a crisp, gone, and if I had known. If I had known she was already dealing with this, I would’ve helped her. I would’ve made sure she changed her diet or got on a medication, or fuck, I would trade places with her! I would rather be dead than looking at her as a pile of ash and bone. If that was the only way to save her, I would do it. I would do it in a fucking heartbeat.”

Eddie’s eyes fill with tears as he watches you, unmoving, his arms at his sides. You put your hand to your forehead, your other hand grips your tummy and your bottom lip trembles. “But I can’t, because I’m here and she’s there. I’m here, I’m still here and she’s not. How does that make sense? How!?” You cry and he comes towards you, pulling you towards his chest in a hug and you try to fight him off. But he held on, he held on so tight your body went limp and your legs give out. Your body shakes with sobs, tears and snot coming out everywhere. He held you in his lap as you cried, gently rocking you and smoothing out your hair. 

“I could’ve saved her.” You mutter.

“You can’t carry that guilt with you, baby.” He tells you softly.

“Yes, I can.” You yell at him stubbornly and you sigh, letting out another sob. “I know I can’t, but she should still be here.” You lift your face to look at him. “Why isn’t she here? Why is she gone? Why!?”

His bottom lip trembles as he wipes your tears away, he shakes his head. “I don’t know. I wish I knew why, too.”

You wipe the snot and tears by the back of your sleeve, sniffling and staring at the still sealed bag of her ashes on the ground. He follows your eyes, resting his chin on top of your head, rubbing your shoulders. 

“What do you want to do?” He whispers to you. 

A broken sob escapes your lungs. “I have…I have to bury her. I can’t just leave her like that.”

Eddie nods against your hair, and looks at you, wiping your tears away. He helps you up and you stare at the grave, and the bag of ashes. You kneel, your hands shaking as you unseal the bag. Eddie sat next to you, his hand on your lower back as you whimper softly, sniffling and trying to blink away the heavy tears. You support the bottom of the bag, shaking it gently and watch as the ash freely falls from the bag and into the small hole. You inhale deeply, your heart hurting, your throat sore, and your shoulders shake as a silent sob goes through you. When the bag was empty, you place it back into the container and push the soil over the hole. You pat it down with your hands, adding more soil until the hole was finally sealed. You took a few wildflowers and baby’s breath from a section of the woods and place it gently on the soil. You knelt there, Eddie at your side, your vision blurred because of the tears, watching the colors of the flowers blend together.  

You shake your head, moving to your feet, taking the box that held her remains with you. You look up at Eddie with sad eyes, hugging the box. “I can’t just throw it away, there’s still residue of her…I can’t just…what do I do with it?”

He cups your cheek. “Take it home with us.” You nod, leaning up to kiss his lips softly. Eddie watches your back as you walk away, seeing the tightness of your shoulders and arms as you hugged the box to your chest. He lets out a shaky breath, following you.

He was suddenly terrified, and he couldn’t figure out as to why. 

[icycoldninja]

Hey love <3 it’s me again, and again I’m sorry if my English is bad hahah I promise I'm trying to improve.

I wanted to know if u could do a headcannon of the Sparda + V with a Fem Reader who has self-harm

It's something I've been going through for a long time and lately it's been a bit difficult for me to handle. I think it could be interesting to see how they would act in a situation like that and what their reaction would be, I feel like at least they wouldn't look at you so badly and they wouldn't judge u too much of the scars on your body haha ​​(cry 🕴️)

Again, if this may seem strange or something too inappropriate, u have every right to ignore it without a problem! 🛐 i really love ur writings 💞

Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. Thanks for requesting, and hopefully this lifts your spirits.

Sparda boys + V x Reader with self harm issues headcannons

Tw: Self harm

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is the most supportive and loving partner you could hope for, always checking up on you and giving you hugs even when you don't think you need one.

-He doesn't judge your scars or ask you to hide them, if anything, he thinks they're beautiful.

-He will not hesitate to run in and stop you from hurting yourself, if he happens to catch you halfway in the act.

-He squashes you with cuddles and kisses, usually pinning you to the bed or couch to keep you from going anywhere.

-Kisses you all the time, every day, every night, sometimes even while you sleep. He loves you so much and wants you to know that.

-He will help you with your issues, always being there to listen to anything you might want to get out, or to calm you down when you're feeling particularly destructive.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil hates seeing you upset in any way, and while he's not really a touchy feely person, he wants to make you feel better.

-He does this by giving you motivating pep talks every time he has a chance to show you the foolishness behind your detrimental behavior.

-He also limits your access to sharp objects and otherwise dangerous tools.

-Sometimes, somehow, you find a way to break past his defenses and get your hands on a dangerous object, but Vergil will step in and keep you from bringing that object down on your flesh.

-He will then give you a stern, yet loving talking-to, expressing how much he loves you, and at the same time, how angry he is with you for allowing yourself to slip into darkness and depression so easily.

-Sometimes, however, his words backfire. Instead of lifting your spirits with inspiration, they make you feel worse, so he ends up cuddling you to sleep, silently begging for forgiveness and assuring you he loves you all at the same time.

□ Nero □

-Nero understands your struggles, but not how to help you.

-He knows the obvious stuff, to assure you of your self worth (cause you are worth it) and to limit your access to sharp objects.

-He spoils you with attention and affection whenever he's home, pulling you into his lap, cradling you while watching a movie, constantly kissing you as you drift off to sleep, etc.

-He will be there when you're at your lowest, even if he doesn't know what to do. He'll just sit there and hook his arm around you, letting you know he's there if you want to talk or anything.

-He isn't good at verbally comforting people, but he is a great listener, and listen he shall.

-Unload whatever you want on him, Nero will soak it all up like a sponge and then use that knowledge to figure out ways to help you more.

● V ●

-V doesn't judge anything, period.

-He doesn't make comments about your body, or your scars, or give you funny looks, or just treat you negatively in general.

-He loves you more than his own life and would do anything to keep you safe, loved, and happy.

-He won't let you bring any more harm to yourself. If he sees you do it or finds evidence that you have been doing it, he will take away your weapon and cling onto you tightly.

-He won't let go of you when you're cuddling because he's afraid you'll slip away and do something to yourself while he's asleep.

-He might not look it, but his grip is vice-like and he won't let go unless you pry him off of you with a crowbar.

[captain-lessship]

Call Me

A/n: Because of two posts I have made, I have driven myself to writing this. I love this man and would die for him

A call came on your phone, you groaned as you rolled to other side of your bed and answered it.

“This better be important. It is almost  ten at night.” 

“How quickly can you be in Japan?” 

You sat up, worry growing, “That important,” you thought, “Do you know when the next flight leaves?” You flick on your lamp.

You heard typing, “Knowing how long it takes you to pack, traffic, going through security. There’s one that leaves at four in the morning. A direct flight will take fourteen hours and 5 minutes.” He responded. 

You yawned, “Okay, go ahead and buy the ticket. I will get ready and next time, sweetheart, if you have the slightest inkling you have a case I could work on, call me. You know I have become fond of solving them or at least helping Watari take care of you.”

“I am sorry for waking you, I really am.”

You got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the light and then the shower. “Only because you know I get when I don’t sleep.” You joked.

You could hear a slight smile in his voice, “You do get cranky.” 

“I better let you go fight crime, Batman.”

“See you soon, Robin.” 

You pressed the read button on your phone, a pleased look fell to your face as you got ready.

As you walked through the airport, you were scanning the crowd, knowing that a terrible murder could have been hiding in plain sight. 

Then you saw a familiar face: an old man, holding a sign with one of you aliases written on it. V

You smiled. L came up with it.

You walked up to the old man and took off your dark sunglasses, “Hello old friend, we going for Granddaughter and Grandfather again?” He nodded, you promptly hugged him. 

He hugged you back. “Let’s get you to the hotel, shall we?” He offered you his arm, which you gladly took.

You and Watari talked the entire car ride. You both were happy to see each other but the news on the car radio snapped you from the friendly reunion. 

“This guy, he’s got a lot of people confused, doesn’t he?” 

“Yes, the police are trying their best but I think it wise for L to call you. Even if you can’t be of much help case wise, you are a moral boost wherever you are.”

“Aw, thanks. But I’m sure poor L is so focused on one part there will be a moment I will ask him a question and it’ll click in place, like it did the last few time.” You giggled.

A slight smile was drawn from the old man, “Yes, that was honestly rather lucky and funny. I think it’ll do him good to have someone to diffuse the tension.”

You talked more as you reached the hotel. 

“I will go in first. We can’t be seen leaving or entering together. I will call you and act as if you’re going to see an old friend.” He stated as he got out of the car and began walking to the entrance. 

You waited for several minutes, your phone rang. You promptly answered it and began talking along with Watari as you walked in and through the lobby. 

You hung up once you got in the elevator, your thoughts drifted to L. It had been four year since you met him, an odd but great four years. You grinned as you thought about your other days with him.

L was perched on your counter, watching intently as you shifted flour. 

“L, if you want to help, could you cream together the butter and sugar.”

“I prefer watching you, if that is alright.”

You put your hand on your hip, “You ever heard the story about the Little Red Hen?”

He shook his head no, “I never read children’s stories.”

“So the synopsis is that the little red head does all the work to bake herself a loaf of bread. All of her friends, who she asked for help, now ask for some bread,” you look at L, “And she says: No.”

He was already making a move for a bowl.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that. L was a very intelligent and was confident in all of his decisions but there were moments where he was goofy and mildly childish.

The elevator dinged opened, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and walked out into the hallway,  now scanning the room numbers to find the room. 

You saw Watari exiting one of the rooms, you two said nothing when you passed each other. When you came to the door he exited from, you did the knock.

“It’s unlocked, come in.” He said.

You looked around then opened the door, promptly shutting it behind you once you and your belongings were inside. 

You locked the door, then looked into the room. You were a little amazed. Last time it was a motel on the side of the highway but this? This was beautiful. You knew the room would be better just based on the lobby but this was better than you imagined.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” 

Your eyes found L. Ever so slouchy and tired looking. You walked to him and stood directly in front of him. Had he been standing at his full height, he would’ve been slightly taller than you but do to his posture, you were eye level.

“Hi.” You said, trying to look irritated. 

He just smirked ever so lightly, “Hello.”

He opened his arms and you fell into them.

“I swear to god, if you ever do this to me again, I will dangle you by your feet out a window.”

“Violent, aren’t we?” He muttered, hugging you tighter. 

“Tired.” You mumbled.

“Take your things to the bedroom and you can take a nap. I have called the Special Task Force to a meeting here. You are welcome to either stay asleep or join us.”

You pulled away from him, still in his arms, “They’re coming here? Do you know how bad of a hostess this makes me look? Not having anything to offer them to eat? Oh and the fact you’re going to reveal yourself to them.”

“It’s not ideal but I need to do it to gain a level of trust.”

“But do we trust them?” 

His black eyes were looking direct int yours, scanning your face and your reactions. You sighed. 

“Of course you do or you wouldn’t offer.” You yawned, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Only a little bit.” He answered.

“Then come to bed for a while. What time is the meeting?”

“Midnight.”

You checked your watch, “A two hour nap would do you some good.” 

He hummed, he was thinking about it which meant he really must be tired. You simply grabbed one of his hand that were still on you and led his to where you guess the bedroom was. 

You were right, you made him sit on the bed while you went to retrieve your suitcase to grab your pajamas. 

“Are you going to sleep in that?” You we’re referring to his jeans, which you personally couldn’t stand to sleep in.

“Yes.”

You rolled you eyes and sighed, “Fine, give me a minute.” You sat your suitcase on the bed and opened it. 

You took out a pair of ankle length silky pants and a black tank top along with items like your toothbrush, tooth paste and your overnight moisturizer. You quickly did your night routine in the bathroom and got changed. You exited the bathroom to see L in the exact place you left him. His eyes darted to you.

You walked to the left side of the bed and rolled back the covers, sliding under them and let your eyes to see L still on top of the covers, per usual. He did this anytime he had to be up before you. He scooted closer to you, using you as his his pillow. You pulled your arms free from the covers to let to your fingers carefully play with his hair and let the other intertwine with his. 

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you too,” he responded, a light yawn followed. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

[menofchaos]

Coco

Part VI: His Eyes

Note: I’m not sure when I hit 1k followers but I wanna thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for reading my stuff and loving these boys with me. In other news, I'm back with our favorite jailbird and her journey with our favorite sniper. If anyone wants more, please reblog, like, comment or let me know in my ask! I love hearing feedback on my stuff and talking about Coco ofc. Gif credit to the talented @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @spideyspeaches.

Part V

Coco,

I’m so sorry our visit got cut short. I was so fucking pissed. When I first got in here, I would cause trouble all the time. I don’t really have a life outside so I didn’t care if I got extra time. I haven’t really been rolling like that for a while because I’m fucking tired of doing time. I wanna drink and fuck and be outside. Do whatever I want, you know? But one of my bunkies allegedly got in a fight on the yard and the cops assumed I orchestrated it which is fucking stupid. They suspended my mail privileges “as a precaution.” Pendejos. You’re literally the only one I talk to. They just fuck with me when they can. We were just getting comfortable :( Hopefully those dickwads didn’t put you off to another visit? Or put you off me in general? I liked seeing you. Did you ever cut that girl off? How’s your daughter? I’m working on another tattoo for you. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever and I don’t like it. 

Nyx

PS I miss those beautiful eyes

Nyx,

Ma I’m not gonna lie. I was worried. I’m glad you’re okay tho. COs are always shit. They definitely didn’t put me off you or another visit. I’ll check work tomorrow and let you know when I can come back. My first stint I felt the same way. No family who gives a fuck, friends who forget about you as soon as the cop car is around the block. When you get out, we’ll meet up and I’ll help you do all the things you missed. If you’re down. My kid is good, she thought it was so hilarious that I was worried. I don’t usually get worked up over women like that. I did cut the one chick off, sorta abandoned the whole roster now that I think about it. What are you drawing me now? I’m definitely missing watching you squirm from just looking at you. Be good so I can come back for a full visit.

Coco

PS and your drama ain’t a burden. I got you. 

Coco,

Your last letter made me feel more than my entire last relationship. Fuck. I’m good, I promise. All in one pretty little piece where you left me. Where do I even start? I believe you just offered to fuck me and the thought of your eyes during sex? I’m tingling. You were worried about me? Worked up about me? I have a feeling that doesn’t happen at all and that makes me happy. Because I don’t usually get attached easily either but I think I am. At least I feel it with you. I don’t wanna ruin this though, for once in my life. You’re saying all the right things which scares the shit out of me but in the way that makes me wanna keep going. Does that make sense? I might be rambling. I’m just happy that you’re still wanting to be around at all. You abandoned the roster?? How come? The new drawing is a surprise.

Nyx

PS you say that now. Wait till I fuck up.

Nyx,

You’re funny. Your ex really ain’t shit if one letter from me made you feel more than his whole time with you. But I like that. You really into my eyes baby? Cause I liked watching you. I’ll make you feel more than a tingle when I get my hands on you for real. You’re right, I don’t get attached. But you made a lot of sense because I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I wanna be careful with this. With you. I’m not going anywhere. We just gotta go with it for now, see where it takes us. I got a brother who can teach you how to handle a tattoo machine if you wanna learn. Won’t treat you like a shitty apprentice or anything either. I checked my work schedule. Three weeks and I’ll be back. I promise. I didn’t abandon the roster on purpose. I guess I just got bored of them.

Coco

PS I fuck up too. So I get it.

Coco,

My ex definitely wasn’t shit. Storing my shit while I’m locked up is the nicest thing he ever did for me. Fuck, getting your hands on me? That’s what you’re gonna say to me? Remember tho, I told you no dude has ever got me off. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. For once, it feels nice to give a fuck. Especially since I know you get me. I’ve always wanted to be a tattoo artist and learn how to tattoo the right way. I’ve done a few tattoos when I was locked up but that’s it. You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to. I can figure something else out. THREE WEEKS?!!! :) I can’t wait. Can we hug this time? I wanna cop a feel ;)

Nyx

PS you always do.

Coco walked into the clubhouse, looking around quietly. Taza walked out from the bathroom, “Hermano,” he smiled, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yeah, man. You?”

Taza squeezed his shoulder, “All good. You looking for someone?”

“Hank?” he asked.

“He’s in the office,” Taza told him before heading to the bar.

Coco walked back outside, lighting a cigarette as he headed up to the office. When he opened the door, Hank was standing over Chucky’s shoulder with a stack of papers in his hand.

Chucky looked up and grinned, “Coco.”

Coco nodded, “Chucky. Hank.”

Hank glanced back at him through a pair of black rimmed glasses, “Bishop need me?”

“No, I uh…wanted to ask you something. Alone,” he added after a pause.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hank said and turned his attention back to the computer.

Coco went back outside but stayed close to the building, hiding from the harsh sun. He listened to Hank and Chucky go back and forth, a fond smile on his face. The door pushed open to reveal Hank, glasses off and no papers.

“Sorry, this customer keeps calling in, wanting impossible shit. Next time he starts demanding, I’m telling him to deal or I’m gonna beat his ass,” he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, “What’s up?” 

“I just had a favor to ask,” Coco murmured, “I have this…friend. She’s a dope artist and she wants to learn to tattoo.”

Hank smiled, “Have her come in, I’ll teach her.”

Coco put out his cigarette, “She can’t yet. She’s uh…she’s serving time.”

“This the girl I keep hearing about from the other guys?” Hank asked, “Why you were so upset a while back?”

He glanced over Hank’s shoulder at Gilly and Angel, cracking jokes and fixing a bike together. He nodded, “Yeah, she wrote me again. She’s alright.”

Hank followed his gaze and looked back at Coco, “You like this girl?“

Coco was smiling before he realized it, “Yeah. I do.”

“Good for you,” he pat Coco’s back, “Bring her in when she gets out. Teach her everything I know.”

“Thanks man,” Coco smiled, “I appreciate it.”

Hank nodded and went back in the office.

Nyx,

Would you rather me hold your stuff? We can hug this visit. I wanna cop a feel too. I can’t wait to see you baby. I remember you telling me no guy has ever gotten you off, bet I’ll be the first. I’ll come pick you up when you get out. Get you some tequila, take you to a beach house and make you cum all night. Order room service for whatever food you want. Sound like a good first day? I did a few things and you’re probably not gonna like them because I know you don’t like asking for shit. But I did it anyway. My brother said he’s down to teach you to tattoo when you get out. I also put money on your books. Not a lot. Stop glaring at me, I can feel the dirty look from here. Trust me, it’s for a selfish reason.

Coco

PS I gotta head out of town for a minute so I probably won’t be able to respond to your next letter until after my next visit. 10 days.

Coco,

You did not just offer to hold my stuff for me. And you sent money! Why? You’re right, I don’t like asking for shit. I don’t deserve you. What’s the selfish reason? That description of a first day made my nipples hard. Can it be a private beach so we can spend the whole time naked? Also thank your brother for me. My bunkie and your brother (same one?) are planning on meeting when she gets out. She has way less time than me. I don’t think I could’ve waited that long, not with the way those eyes made me feel when I saw them the first time. Ride safe, come to the visit in one piece please. 

Nyx

PS you’ll get your new drawing at the visit! 5 days!!!

Coco felt much different as he went through the motions for their second visit. He knew her better. He knew she felt something too. Something more. He sat down at the table, his eyes trained on the door. They swung open and he leaned back when a different inmate walked in. He heard a loud laugh from around the corner and his heart skipped. He stood up as Nyx walked in, a huge smile on her face as she joked with the woman in front of her. Her eyes found his while she was being uncuffed and her face lit up even more. 

“There you are,” she rubbed her wrists as she walked over.

“You okay?” he asked, stumbling when she threw herself into his arms.

Coco pulled her into a tight hug, smiling softly when he felt her tremble. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, holding her close until a CO called her name. She sat down and looked away, bringing a hand up to her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked again, a little softer as he took her hand. He felt remnants of tears on her fingers, still watching her intently.

“Even your concerned stare makes me feel squirmy,” she joked, squeezing his hand, “I’m okay. I’m happy to see you. How was your trip?”

He smiled softly, “Long, too hot. Boring. Missed you.”

Nyx pushed some loose hair out of her eyes, “I missed you too. Now tell me why you put money on my books.”

“Cause I want you to call me,” he smirked, “Don’t wanna just hear your voice when I can make it over here.”

“You’re a secret romantic,” Nyx grinned.

He held up a finger to his lips and winked. She laughed and reached into her pocket. She set a folded piece of paper on the table.

“For me?” he asked, glancing at a curious CO.

“The drawing, remember?” she murmured, “I finished it. I mean, this one’s not really a tattoo. I just…started thinking about you and this came out.”

“Really?” Coco took the paper, “Should I look now?”

She nodded, “I didn’t get to see your reaction to the first one.”

He let her hand go and unfolded the paper, his eyes wide. It was a drawing of the two of them, Nyx in a bikini, Coco in swim trunks. It looked like a photo from a beach day. He looked up to see her fidgeting nervously with her id bracelet.

“This is crazy, baby,” he murmured, “You did all this from memory?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, “I kinda guessed on your tattoos and shit since I’ve only seen you dressed. So far,” Coco smirked, “But yeah.”

“Good enough till we get a real one,” he smiled and folded it back up, “I love it,” he tried to play it cool but it felt like his heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “Hell yeah,” he put it in his shirt pocket, “Thank you.”

“It was inspired by your offer on my first day out,” she admitted, lacing their fingers together when he reached out again.

“Just let me know the date and I’ll be here,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“I still have a while to go,” she told him, “I get it if you don’t want to wait.”

Coco watched her body language change as she offered him an out. He tightened his grip on her hand, “Hey, what’d I say?” he murmured, “I got you. I’m not letting you rot in here. Not anymore.”

Nyx looked away before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. He squeezed her hand again and she smiled uneasily.

“You gotta stop saying all the right things,” she joked.

“So I shouldn’t ask if you want me to hold your stuff again?” he smiled.

She laughed and wiped her eyes, “I can’t even help you move it, so no. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I didn’t ask for help. I don’t want him to pull some shit but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”

She frowned, “I just don’t wanna be a - “

“You aren’t a burden, baby,” he murmured, “I offered. And I got a team of brothers ready to help.”

“It would be nice to be done with him,” she admitted, “I just…what if something bad happens to us?”

Coco laced their fingers together, “I won’t take it out on your stuff, I swear,” he crossed his heart with his free hand.

Nyx smiled, “Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” he winked, grinning when she laughed.

Nyx,

Replaying the way you clung to me during our second hug. How you felt in my arms. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I got all your stuff. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I rolled up 6 deep. He was pale as fuck. It was hilarious. It’s in my garage for now. My kid won’t stop making fun of me and my brothers aren’t any better. But you’re worth it ma. Gonna start coming up to see you more. I showed my kid the drawing, she loved it. She said she’s gonna ask you to draw for her too. Would you be cool if she wrote you too? You can say no if you want. I miss you.

Coco

PS I figured out why I abandoned the roster

[victoriadallonfan]

PHO Sunday Retrospective #3!

So before I get into the article itself, I just want to note that we have been given the name of the magazine that published it: Masque

Secondly, L.J.M 2007 disaster might perk some interest, as LJM is the same alias used by the hero Big Picture in Ward. He was a photographer who specialized in photographic nude/extreme pieces of C53’s, often described as being predatory for his behavior. The disaster is likely when he unveiled a blown up exhibit of a C53’s photo, despite making a deal with them that this would not happen.

As a reminder, Bambina is a grown adult woman, trapped in a child body, with a… very perverted sense of morality. She was going to help Pretender escape because he promised to use a celebrity body to do… things. Things that traumatized even Taylor to hear.

So yeah, this tracks with her behavior and use of sexuality to get a reaction out of people. She was also the one who first mentioned villain rankings too. Very apt.

Finally, the idea of the first Argo v Argo case being not only about the conservatorship of supervillain funds, but ongoing while Bambina is still committing public crimes is… astounding. I can only imagine the Movie tier courtroom drama

The idea that a bunch of villains were appalled that a villain or villain group would dare hijack an illegal ranking system is hilarious. They must be members of the leopards eating faces party.

Less funny is her relationship with her villain teammates. It should be reminded, that all of her teammates at the time, were actual children. She was an adult woman carrying young children into these fights and didn’t seem to have any issue talking about her (non-con?) sexual desires in front of them. Her being controlling is not surprising, though it’s interesting no moments have been explicitly stated.

Youth Guard being involved is interesting. Is it because of her teammates or because they handle all parahuman conservatory claims?

I’m sorry hold on

Blacklist publicity events?? What on earth is going on with this site!? Are there a bunch of well-intended vigilantes/rebel without a cause/jackass villains who just love doing cape shit running the site? Like, they care more about the celebrity culture than actually being evil villains? It makes sense, but man, Bambina was already nearly blowing people up when we meet her! That’s a messy business to run.

Also, apparently there are implied official “unofficial” villain management business with publicists and agents… again, this is some wile revelations coming out here. The villain kids being placed next to killers and worse is the least surprising part if I’m being honest.

Bambina being groomed by her mother and the agency isn’t surprising, though I wonder what the evidence is. Certainly, the fact that Mrs. Argo wants her villain daughters ill gotten gains is not a great sign, but I imagine this needs a lot of proof.

I actually do support the Youth Guard here. Wildbow has mentioned in WoG and in the Youth Guard document that they are pretty on the level and well meaning. And villain kids certainly need advocates in a setting where Parahumans are treated as accessories (or worse).

But man, Bambina? Good luck to handling that…

[snzysimper]

I’d love to request a sick sneezy V/ox fic. Perhaps something like V/al being sick and V/ox was taking care of him and ends up catching it himself, but is stubborn and refuses to believe that he’s sick and denies it and all that. V/elvette does what she can to handle her “boys” and force V/ox to rest.

Ooohh, I like this!

Ik most people here (and in general) don’t want to do stuff with Valentino because of what he, *hem-HEM*, does in his spare time…

But! I personally am more than happy to do content with Val! Sorry ppl, I want content for moth daddy. Plus Vox getting it too! AAAUUGH!! <3333

Another thing I must say is that I try and make myself think that I’m funny by putting jokes all over the place, so prepare for mild chaos when it comes time for Velvette to step in!!

[clubdionysus]

MOTHER HOLLY HOLLY HOLLLYYY. I like to think I am an OG as I’ve been reading your works since you had to convince us that Throttle was NOT going to be like Icarus.

Still too traumatized to finish Throttle😭😭 But I know it’s going to be good when I do catch up.

But i HAVE to say, I think you’ve completely out done yourself with this one. Bad Decisions is absolutely insane and I absolutely love it. If this became an actual book in stores, I’d buy the paperback and I only audible novels nowadays😭😭. Even though I still can’t understand the British slang you know in there as an American, I love it solely bc it almost feels like a trademark in all of your stories to incorporate these british words I’ve never heard of even though English is my only language.

We started with You Up being my comfort story to being obsessed Disco Ball and her little buzz lightyear. I LOVE how in almost all your stories (give or take for the couple darker themes) Jungkooks personality is the same to the core, but they’re all still unique to the story line and the female lead is so real. It’s real, the people you create and I love that I can visualize it, feel right there in your stories. Feel involved and understand them.

I just have to express how MUCH i love your writing and BD just so happens to be the best of all time. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it being finished. Although I only just started #57, I wish you could write them FOREVER!!! I don’t know how it will feeel to reread the story bc the FEELINGS you stole from me!!! RUDE!! TOUGH LOVE I GUESS IS YOUR THING.

BUT YOU ALSO ARE SO NASTY!$!!! THESE TWO ARE NASTY!!! I LOVE NASTY!!! I’m starting to think you’re a TI*** gal with the reoccurring themes maam!!

LASTLY im obsessed with the style you write in. Your ability to go from such beautiful descriptive writing to it being so casual, almost as if we are reading their exact thoughts in that exact moment. I love how you can fluidity transition from internal POV to such conviction. It’s fun and amazing at the same time. I definitely think it keeps my short attention span engaged with the conversational/real world writing. Almost as if you are writing transcriptions.

Anyways HOLLY YOU ARE MY FAVORITE AND IVE BEEN READING YOUR STORIES SINCE LIKE 2020 and I’ve LOVED being along in this journey with you and I’m already dreading the ending of BD and don’t want it. But don’t hold off I don’t like that either. EITHER WAY whatever it is will be good, NEVER BEEN disappointed… excepty maybe for the way Byeol isn’t American bc if that nasty red goblin tried it, we would of been in a fight the second she looked at me funny. LOVE FROM TEXAS MISS HOLLY CANT WAIT TO CONTINUE READING YOUR WORK EVEN IF YKU END UP A PUBLISHED AUTHOR

^^ me @ u rn :( waaa so cute!!!!!!

thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!! where to even begin with this ask??!!!!!! firstly, just pls accept the biggest thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!! <3 I know it must have taken a lil while to write all that out!!

im answering under a read more just for the sake of peoples dashboards hehe

LMAO im making edits to the answer bc i reread and have just noticed a few more things - first MOTHER? am I mother???!!! hahaha that's killed me off. in my mother era

I AM SORRY FOR THE ICARUS TRAUMA

.... or am i hehehhee

it's funny because i very nearly killed jimin in throttle to make up for not killing him in icarus LOL but I made a promise I had to keep!! the throttle ending is v tame!!! people were actually disappointed with it LOL but it's a fable!!! a cautionary tale!!!! is the opposite of icarus!!!! it does exactly what it needs to :D

Thank you SO much for your kind words!! bad decisions has been such labour of love, and the response has been so heart warming. you really do get back what you put in, yanno!!

the funny thing is, bd is three-four standard novel long already. if it was a 'real' book, it'd be an entire series hahaha, no publisher would ever pick it up, so it will forever be our special lil fan fic <3

i always try and make sure my jungkooks are close to him in some way shape or form. even slut war jk is gonna be very jk (just more so the eccentric, slightly unhinged side). i think the wonderful thing about having a muse like jungkook is that he just offers up so much of his heart to us fans, and it makes it so easy to write something that feels so 'true' to him. our baby star candy <33

i do think, out of all of my jk's, bd jk is probably the one that draws on his real personality the most, but that's partially because it was written in tandem with all those weverse lives of him being the absolute best boy :(

lmaooooooo, bd jk gets his nastiness from my virgo boy. sigh, i just love virgos <33and re: titties it'ss bc i have arguably the biggest ones known to man </3 life is so hard </3333

ahhh see it's funny, my friends irl who don't know much about my writing always say that whenever they read my writing, its sounds like how I talk, so I definitely think my narrative voice matches my actual voice. it's taken me a while to develop my writing style and its something I'm proud of bc I feel like I've managed to establish a voice that you just *know* is mine.

thank you so so much for this ask. i saw it when it came in, but was in the middle of something at work, and so I have just been thinking about it for the past couple of days with a lil smile on my face. I'm so so grateful to have such kind hearted readers <33

sending love from daegu!!! <33

[scoobydoodean]

i think it’s kinda funny how you don’t have some sort of online handle except your urls, so i can only ever address you as like dftsam. anyway i saw a take that said cas “learned” to feel unloved from dean, from the way dean treated him basically - an example they gave was dean looking away when cas said I love you as he was dying in s12 - and it seemed there were a lot of people agreeing with it. i’m not one of them, but if you were interested (only if you’d wanna talk about it, I’d get it if you didn’t) I’d love to get you thoughts on this idea?

So I read this at like 1-2 AM lying in bed and I was like this:

I find it so fucking funny when people start in on this shit, because Dean girls and Cas girls can do this to each other all day long. “Dean made Cas feel unloved” “Cas made Dean feel unloved”. You can build a framework for either (BOTH) by cherrypicking scenes to suit a narrative. Like. I can easily say that Cas repeatedly sent a message, regardless of his intentions, that Dean’s feelings don’t mean jack shit to him. I prefer to take things with humor and just understand where Cas’s issues are coming from (just like Dean—who makes his best effort to understand Cas; just like Cas makes his best effort to understand Dean) rather than get mad and demonize him so I can be angsty about Dean always feeling "unloved"… but the guy… look—making no effort to explain why he is like this at this moment (because Cas apologism is absolutely not the point of this ask) Cas is known to do the following:

Control the means of communication. You will pretty much never see Dean ghost Cas. Even when Dean was forced to kick him out, he checked up on him to make sure he was okay. But Cas will knowingly and intentionally ghost Dean’s prayers and calls for days and weeks at a time on repeat through their ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP. Dean has expressed that this upsets him more than once, but Cas continues to do it. Every once in a while he’ll throw in a half-assed apology sure—but it doesn’t mean anything. He’s going to do the thing he’s apologizing for again as soon as he’s decided he doesn’t want to face Dean’s questions or doesn’t want him involved yet again. Which means 1) he isn't actually sorry 2) how it makes Dean feel is not important to him or else he'd stop doing it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Keep secrets about bad things going on CONSTANTLY. Over and over and over and over… then Dean is still the one who ends up apologizing for getting mad about it. Rinse, repeat.

(Often) Refuse to be a team player in an effort to keep Sam and Dean out of harms way over the things he has personally decided are too dangerous for them, without ever letting them have a say, because he has unilaterally decided they are too tiny and soft and he needs to fall on a sword when no one asked him to and no one WANTS HIM TO. A lot of people want to turn this into bemoaning Castiel's constant unappreciated sacrifices, but this is so unbelievably shortsighted of a take. He is attempting to relate to Dean, a person who believes he is poison and that loving him gets people killed, by attempting to fucking martyr himself over and over and OVER. Dean doesn't WANT it, and it isn't NECESSARY 99% of the time if Cas would just WORK AS A TEAM.

Urges Dean to co-parent children who he feels he has personal obligations to twice.

Who does that remind you of? Because I know who it reminds me of, but people don’t want to read that meta—or about how Cas traded out his car for a truck (who else did that?), or about how your last words before a sacrifice can haunt a person and rip them open in ways you never intended. Of course Cas isn’t that guy… but I bet my ass Dean sure as hell sees the shades of him.. I do think it is an intentional decision to frame Cas in the late seasons after another person who also made Dean feel very unloved and unwanted—not in the big things like big grand sacrifices—but in the small things—the day to day things that slowly strangle a relationship to death—like making unilateral decisions for everyone and not answering the goddamn phone. (Edit here: I do NOT mean that Cas is intentionally being framed as CRUEL and EVIL. I only mean that he is intentionally being paralleled with John. Dean and Sam are also paralleled with John in different ways at various points and it doesn't mean any of them are evil irredeemable villains. They just have some obvious hangups and the way this particular one for Cas ends up manifesting is probably pretty difficult for Dean and probably makes him think of John behaved and how it made him feel).

Dean didn’t react right when Cas said I love you in season 12? Well. That’s debatable. But going on the offensive first before the defensive: Cas only wants to say this on his deathbed when Dean has no chance to respond.

Dean, on the other hand, has expressed his care for Cas MULTIPLE TIMES. He didn't say the words, "I love you" (he doesn't even say that to SAM) but he said "We're family" "You're the closest thing I have to family—you're like a brother to me" and "I need you" and "I'm not leaving without you" and "Being with you today is the most I've laughed in years" and "I'd rather have you, cursed or not" and "It's a gift. You keep those. Let's work as a team. We're better together."

And what does Cas do after every single one of these expressions of Dean's love?

He L E A V E S!!!!

He fucking leaves, and Cas girls want to talk about Dean making a face? And cry that Dean makes Cas feel unloved? Forgive me if that makes me fucking CACKLE at the AUDACITY.

I think one thing people tend to do, is they frame everything as if Cas is oblivious to Dean loving him, but Dean has to know or SHOULD know how Cas feels about him. This is why we get rancid takes like "DeAn nEedS tO pUll hIS hEaD oUt of HiS asS". Oh shut up. Castiel canonically can SENSE DEAN'S LONGING. If Dean's head is up his ass, Castiel's is shoved so fucking far up his sphincter it's coming out of his mouth.

Yet still—Dean recognizes, in season 11, that Cas is struggling—that Cas feels down on himself and unloved (and I DO NOT think Cas BLAMES Dean for that at all—it takes a lot of willful ignorance about everything going on with his biological family to come to that conclusion) and Dean tries to FIX IT. He once again reiterates to Cas how much he cares about him—that he's family. He has NO IDEA that the words intended to make Cas feel better are going to send him down one of the most deranged spirals of unhinged decision-making ever (the Kelly shenanigans are WILD). I actually have a slightly different take on this, from the typical " it sent him off the deep end because he got 'brother-zoned'". I think it sent him off the deep end because it was the final *nail in the coffin in what Cas saw as a reversal of their relationship—where he isn't the guy who protects everyone anymore with his grace and his grand wings... that's Dean now, and Dean is saying that Cas, like Sam, is under his protection... and Castiel absolutely could not STAND that. He didn't need his romantic affections to be returned. What he wanted, more than anything—what he saw (in a rough draft of the script) when Jack showed him paradise, was Dean thanking him, and his powers returned to their former glory. Because Cas has unilaterally decided Dean's feelings, he chooses to love him like a saint, laying down his life, instead of being in a partnership, because he doesn't want to be someone Dean protects—not even in a partnership where they protect each other. He wants to be the sole protector.

All of that to say: Cas didn't learn how to feel unloved from Dean. TEXTUALLY. It is ON THE TIN. Saying that is literally the EXACT OPPOSITE of what Cas SAYS about Dean. He says he cared about the whole world because of DEAN. He cared because Dean's love was so captivatingly beautiful and inspiring and transcendent that it changed who Cas was inside to the core, and he fell fucking head over heels. "You changed me".

[yourlocaldummyishere]

A dream come true

PART FIVE/FIVE

Warnings: 

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling 

-blowJob

-swearing

-✨drama✨

-SMUT18+

-use of Y/n

- bad grammar

-makes ZERO sense at some parts of the story

-p in v

-unprotected sex

Corpse would laugh slightly ‘how cute’ he thought to himself. “I took my jeans off.”

“How the fuck did you- never mind” I’d say running my hands down his chest to his boxers pulling them off for him “god damn you weren’t lying”

“Of course I wasn’t” he said leaning down kissing my neck.

“You know how you said the blindfold was annoying”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re shirt is annoying too, get rid of it.” I demanded

He wouldn’t argue and would take his shirt off tossing it to the floor. “It’s funny how you think you’re in charge but I’ll let this slide.” He leaned down kissing me again.

“Mmh hmm okay newbie” I said giving him attitude to see what would happen.

“What was that? Giving me attitude now?” He said using the chains of the handcuffs to pin my hands down above my head.

“Yeah so what? What ya gonna do bout it hm?” I continued

“Continue giving me that attitude and I’ll fuck you’re brains out” he’d say warning me

“Do it I dare you”

“Alright that’s it open” he said putting his hands on my knees, I knew my legs were going to end up spreaded either way but I continued my experiment.

“Mmh no~” I teased but gasped as he forced my legs open and leaned down kissing me deeply swallowing my whimpers as he pushed himself in. He wasn’t kidding it did feel like I was a vergin all over again.

“Wanna continue that attitude?” Was the first thing he said when he pulled away, I didn’t respond and he would push himself in deeper. “Answer.” I thought he was about to say ‘Answer slut’ because that’s what I’m used to but he didn’t.

“Fuck sorry- I-I’m sorry- mmmh~”

“That’s right beg me for forgiveness” he said as he pushed in all the way instead of moving he let me adjust. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.” Although he was pissed off at my attitude he still was being semi soft.

“G-go ahead.” I managed to choke out

He wouldn’t be gentle due to me giving him attitude. He would try multiple angles finally finding my G-spot and once he did he started to abuse it. “You like that baby?”

“Ah~ fuck! Y-yeah! I- I fucking love it!” I couldn’t think straight at all.

“Don’t give out on me and pass out just yet you still have to suck me off after this.” He said in a dominant yet soft tone.

“Oh fuck!~ C-corpse I-I’m gonna- fuck~ c-cum! Ah~” I said feel a tight not in my stomach ready to snap

“Then cum for me baby~” He said trying to go faster to make me cum faster but he was just as close as I was, he thrusts were getting more and more sloppy. “Fuck I’m close too, cum with me.”

“Ah!~” and with that the not snapped and I cummed on his dick it didn’t take long for him to finish too and he collapsed on top of me giving me soft gentle kisses.

“Oh shit.”

“What? What happened?”

“I hope you don’t mind being pregnant because I forgot to put on the condom.”

“You know what? As long as it’s your baby I’m more then happy to be pregnant.” I said closing my eyes breathing heavily as I slowly came down from my high. “Now about me sucking you off-“

“You don’t have to love.”

“Get on the edge of the bed.”

“Really?”

“I’m in charge now so listen.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said getting off her to the side of the bed watching her get up from the bed on her knees in front of him, and grabbing him in my hand pumping him slowly before lowering myself down wrapping my lips around him and starting to bob my head.

“Oh fuck” he moaned out falling back against the bed staring down at me as I sped up.

After few minutes I felt him twitch in my mouth and I would let him cum I my mouth when I pulled away I would swallow his cum.

“You taste good baby.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really”

Me and corpse soon got married and had 4 children together I quit my job and left my parents to handle their debt to themselves and sometimes when he was streaming I would sneak under his desk and let’s just say release some things that needed to be released. We had a very happy life together our kids took over our jobs as the faceless YouTubers The End.

@reignsboy19

[chilapis]

i just wanted to say that 1) i hope ur resting well and 2) im so enamored by the extensive analysis of both tartaglia's character and how you think he'd smell like i wish i had enough knowledge abt perfumes to do that myself ALSO i did NOT know there was a "tartaglia "perfume"" which is so endlessly funny to me ? even funnier how it doesnt match him as a character at all. they should just contact you to make his perfume instead for a new perfected release. also i thought that the one that had a handle that resembled a blade was really really cool and its rly interesting to see ur thoughts abt what he'd wear i chuckled imagining it as if u were giving him a whole presentation about what perfume you think he Should wear . sorry for rambling in ur inbox that whole post was just so cool

CLARA, hello! This is so sweet, hi; I hope you’ve been well. ♥️ Not to worry, I fell asleep literal . moments after sending the post because I was physically fighting for my life by the time I reached the conclusion.

Perfumes are quite easy to figure out if you know the basics of what you’re looking for. Is it masculine or feminine? Is it a clean scent or a dirty one? Is it floral, gourmand, woody, marine, leathery, something else — what is it? Search what type of notes make up such a scent. If you have any perfumes you really like (that is in your possession and you have experience with) or want something similar to, search that perfume up. Read up on the notes while you’re wearing the perfume and see if you can smell them; familiarise yourself with those scents. Find out what those notes symbolise, what they invoke, what effect they hold.

If you want a scent but have no “reference” perfume to work off of, that’s fine; follow all the steps prior to it. Search up perfumes that follow your description, but be careful to not buy a perfume entirely on the basis of its notes or ingredients. It’s always preferred to actually try the perfume out rather than blind-buy, because it might smell different to you or on you (because, again, personal body chemistry & body odour).

For example, I mentioned Russian leather as one of the “close but no cigar” special mentions; its notes include cedar, nutmeg, tonka bean, guaic; this leads you to imagine a warm, woody, spicy, scent. But it is not; I tried it in a fragrance store (I went to find Ocean leather, tried like seven different fragrances, and then left the place with Iberian leather which I am SO delighted with, it is such a thick and heavy scent I’m in love) and it wasn’t… spicy at all; it also had a few floral notes, such as rosemary and Pathouli, but I couldn’t smell the florals either. The basil, mint, pine and sage were TOO strong and it reflected a very, very… green mood. Maybe something that’d be a strong contender for Al-Haitham, but not really Ajax, and we don’t care about anyone except Ajax here so.

So I recommend just picking out a few fragrances that seem promising from their notes and accords, and then going to a physical store and confirming them for yourself before the purchase. Do not be afraid to ask if you can try out different scents there; I promise it’s all right to take your time deciding rather than making a quick, on-spot decision.

The presentation part is so funny to me though. Average Chilapis date. Me and the bad bitch I bagged through my autistic tendencies or however that meme goes.

I’m sick and tired of everyone treating Ajax like “oh my god my boyfriends so crazy 🥺” first of all, that’s my husband you harlot. And second of all I’m crazier than him. I will literally hold him in place and sniff him after dousing this man in perfume to see if it fits. And that’s not even MENTIONING the skincare routine and hygiene products I have to introduce this man to. I could not care less if you wish to conquer the world, you’ll do so smelling and looking good. This is peak Chilapis dynamic. v

[itsmymeaningoflife]

I know it’s weeks late but 11x20 review

* the flashbacks of Daryl and Carol moments through the seasons and Carol being a badass is making me sob

* Look you know I’ll always be a Caryler through and through but Zeke might have been one of the best thing for Carol. He was genuinely sweet and loving and open with her and she needed that. But like I say. Caryl for life

* That’s my queen 🥰 fighting off those men with a baking tray and a rolling pin was ICONIC

* Carol is so pretty when she’s running from the Law

* Hell yeah Carol went straight off to find her man (went off to find Daryl even though Zeke go nabbed from right under her nose might I add. I see you miss girl)

* Daryl bro that’s a bit embarrassing that you’re getting choked out.

* Carol handing Daryl’s crossbow back to him🥺

* Shut up Pamela I literally don’t care

* Okay Yumiko go off. Smack that bitch

* DOG NO

* Daryl immediately trusting Carol in her plan to get Hornsby >>

* Once again I ask myself - is Tommi hot or is he just British?

* On a side note Tommi and Yumiko are amazingly cast siblings. They look so similar (even down to the CHEEKBONES) and have similar mannerisms

* CONNIE!! Hey girl!! Long time no see. I need more Connie and Kelly content. Best sibling duo

* Oh my lord I will never be over how seamlessly Daryl and Carol can work together without even speaking a word

* Hornsby is cracking the fuck up Jesus

* Daryl bro Hornsby looks like he’s enjoying being choked out a little too much

* Carol pushing Daryl off Lance was SO FUCKING HOT

* DARYL WATCHING AS CAROL SOFTLY THREATENS HORNSBY AHHHHH

* Lance asking Daryl to carry him was the funniest fucking scene ever why did no one mention this. I’m pissing. I had to pause the ep. The slightly unhinged flirty undertones? The pissed off but slightly taken aback look on Daryl’s face. Carol man handling him. Cracked me up

* The brief

* shot of blood covered Hornsby with Daryl over his right shoulder and Carol over his left is a beautiful piece of cinema.

* Carol stopping in fear when Daryl is being shot at— not much phases this woman but put her man in danger then she’s gonna panic

* “Not without you!!” !!!! The looking back at each other as Carol leaves!! The final glance!! The fear!!! God these two

* Daryl’s look of relief as he watches Carol leave!!! Knowing he might die in this shoot out but knowing that Carol made it out is enough!! The brief sigh and droop of his head as he turns away from watching Carol leave before springing back into action!!! I can’t deal with these two anymore

* Was Pamela really expecting to keep Sebastian’s Walker in that cell forever?? That’s fucked up

* Lance telling Carol that she was right to leave Daryl behind and he was slowing her down…. And asking who else could do what she just did??? Now I’m not saying I agree with Lance… but I low-key agree

* Lol Carol pulling a gun on Lance after he mentioned Daryl is peak simp energy

* CAROL ONE CHANCE IS ALL I ASK I CAN TREAT YOU SO MUCH BETTER THAN DARYL DOES GIRL

* I’m sorry but I’m not that attached to Eugene so his whole story isn’t hitting these emotional beats for me. I do feel bad for him tho

* “It’s hard to find someone like that, someone you’d do anything for.” And then Lance goes on to compare his feelings for Pamela to Carols feelings for Daryl. AND THEN asking Carol what comes after all the trouble at the commonwealth?? Bros I’m not being funny but like… I don’t think cannon is lost just yet. This convo might be important

* “I know you.” Then in the next breath “Will you let the commonwealth burn?… yeah of course she will. Any of our group would for the safety of their group

* Lance, I’m telling you now, DO NOT hold the kids well-being over Carols head

* That slow mo peely Walker was v cool

* THE MUSIC!!! THE RELIEF ON CAROLS FACE WHEN DARYL SHOWS UO TO SAVE HER!! The shot of him walking through the light!!! Her Guardian Angel!!

* Hell yeah they did get away!!

* Okay Yumiko pop off. Big respect

* That look between Carol and Daryl when Lance mentions the tracks and the train

* Lance stfu these two don’t need you for a single second

* My parents are so hot when they threaten Lance in tandem

* Daryl stepping forward like an attack dog the second Carol says “we’ve heard enough.” They’re so in sync I love them

* Yes Carol take him down. I love her. Nothing but respect for my queen

* Carols little disappointed shake of her head as she gets into the truck after killing Lance honestly makes me think she respected the game he played. He made the wrong choice in the end tho

* Oh my god have they drugged them all?!? That’s awful

That ep was brilliant. A bit bitter sweet knowing we could’ve had way more of that content in the Caryl spin off but what can you do about it aye. Hope isn’t lost just yet