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pit babe ep 7 stray thoughts
- way made him feel undeserving of love….
- so jeff is like that cause he’s plagued by visions..
- ok now i get the peteway posts. oh ways pathetic nature and whiny bitch demeanor have captivated pete body and soul
- oh way might be my little meow meow of the show
- oh god oh fuck i might be a peteway boy
- kim needs to kiss winner to shut him up
- omg person who hurt protagonist was antagonist pikachu surprise face
- scream this is so dramatic. the scheming it’s all coming together (also peep kentakim this is for you le trash prince)
- ok so this is where we find out tony wants to sell babe for bitching
- AH CHARLIES THERE THE DRAMA
- do they know charlie’s powers also who WAIT IS THIS A NUTHPHOP BALLADnvm just sounded like ambivalent thoughts
- way seems happy i don’t trust this. is he about to break
- oh he is oh no it’s babe. oh i think someone’s gonna ugly cry it can go either way at this point. babe sweeeeep
- oh… maybe i don’t want this babe babe nooooooo nooooooo. oh he’s gonna close his heart off to other people now isn’t he oh fuck noooooooo SOMEONE STOP HIS THOUGHT LROCESS PPLEASE
- i don’t understand ways face here i need subtitles but for facial expressions
- oh poor puppy
- does anyone know if they make the music in house
- this ep might be my fav so far….
- is way an omega y’all
- there’s been a shift in babe…. i can’t explain it but something changed in the last 20 min
- babe being an easy cryer is so important to me actually
- ooo surveillance being a theme again lets goooo
- SCREAM CHARLIE BACKSTORY AND MOTIVSTION OH GOD ITS HAPOENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM STAY FUCKING CALM
- charlie trauma enthusiasts let’s gooooo
- tony is so fucking evil i hope charlie rips his face off
- how wild would it be if winner was an enigma. like he’s not but could you imagine
- actually i need kenta to rip tony’s face off
- does charlie know about his power. does anyone
- babe looking like a wet feral cat i need to lie down
- SCREAM HE JUST FLAT OUT TELLS BABE LIKE THAY?!,!?!?! like i’d be scared to get punched like ???? it’s wild he just flat out says i took your power like wow i thought he’d lie at least a little
- these flashbacks can never be happy can they… always gotta leave you horny and destroyed
- charlie being like “don’t worry i can fix this. if you want i can just kill myself” like broooooo
- scream do you think charlie woke up one day like “damn he smells fine today” skejdjfjejrjr
- “can mama not break up with papa 🥺” “ 😒😑😩 fine”
- honestly i get babe if someone took away my sensory issues id still fuck them. much more enthusiastically then before probably. i get him now liking kissing too like this makes perfect sense to me
- oh way….. oh god this pathetic man nothing can go right for him ever ima creaming
- i also get babe because charlie is so cute id fold immediately like so what you stole my super powers look at your cutie patootie self how could i stay mad
- oh here we go car sex scene- are they talking about booty holes rn is this happening on my screen… good for them
- oh way… i’m so sorry my baby boy im so sorry… honestly he’s stronger than me i would’ve been throwing shit THE BOUQUET
- ok so are the only ones with special powers jeff babe and charlie (and way ??)
- NORTHSONIC these absolute clowns. does he not understand adoption i love him. nosrthdaonic aenwwvehtjrngn l. what are these two talking about. way omega confirmation ????
- sonic get your boy on a leash his poor impulse control and lack of common sense is staggering
- kim kinda right like let him cook oh ew fuck tony for that too
well what an ep
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taintedcigs · 2 months
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i slept with someone from corroded coffin and all i got was this stupid song written about me.
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ROCKSTAR!FBOY!EDDIE X READER
summary: fooling around with a famous rockstar who's a notorious playboy sounds perfect on paper, until you catch feelings for him. that's why you decide to end things, to not get your feelings get hurt, and its all going perfectly, until eddie releases a song, written all about you.
warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising?, lovey dovey, kinda angst and arguments, drgs & alcohol mention, swearing? idk this is kinda cheesy n cute with a mix of fluff sprinkled honestly!
author's note: the indented parts are texts between steve and reader and thenn reader and eddie. they look confusing as fuck im sorry i just wanted to make them look unique but they look stupid. also yes. i patted myself in the back after i found this title (thank you fob). and yes the lyrics are inspired by i don't care im on a fob kick sue me! and ofc fboy!eddie isn't actually that much of a fboy bc if i can't write lovesick eddie ill die. this is super cheesy so i still struggled a lot but UGH. not proof-read ignore all mistakes
also credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts! (i changed them but still!) and @saradika for the dividers! pls like + rb + interact w me in anyway to support my writings!! ty!!
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DINGUS sent you a spotify link. did you listen to this? yeah. its kinda romantic. no. the lyrics are insane. n all about u okay? are u at the party rn? yeah. u comin? soon he’s there too u already knew that, didn’t u?  false accusations r rude, steve.
You click your phone off with a groan, but he was right. You couldn’t stay away from him, and maybe, just maybe, this was your way of running into him, accidentally. 
Because ever since he released the song, the tabloids had gone crazy with it, half of the lyrics screamed you and all of the old headlines pointed at you, the mystery girl Eddie used to be seen with, and you really were growing tired of seeing your name next to “Munson’s new girl.” 
Because you weren’t his new girl, you weren’t his anything. He was a cocky asshole who was good with a guitar and was even better at fucking. And that was something both of you could relate to, the only thing you had in common with him. Or, so you thought. 
But of course, as with everything else, the things between you changed, you started staying over, he started staying over, and the two of you even went on fucking dates, disguising them under ‘we were just hungry, is all.’ 
You tried to keep up the cool girl act, like you could fuck someone and not catch feelings. Every inch of you itched not to care, to act like it was all fine, but it was all fucking bullshit, you cared, so fucking much that your chest ached. The more you got to know him, the more you fell for him, and the more you fell for him, the more you realized there was no fucking way this would work. 
Cocky rockstar who spent more time doing drugs than sleeping, with girls all over him? The imaginary red flag bells rang in your ear, even now. He wasn’t looking for a relationship and you knew that. That’s why you ended it two months ago. Or at least, you started ignoring him two months ago. 
Yet, he had been calling and texting you, wanting to meet up, drunken slurs of nonsense, gibberish voicemails, and yet you never answered, because if you did, you knew you’d be back to pathetically swooning over him.
Until today, just because of that stupid song, like it meant anything. That douchebag probably wrote songs about every girl he fucked. 
You weren’t special. 
Another ding sound from your phone almost startled you, the contact name made you groan even louder. “don’t FUCKING answer.” That didn’t mean shit. It was just something stupid to make you feel better that you couldn’t stay away from him, because you knew, deep down that if you really didn’t want him to contact you, you would’ve deleted his number, and blocked him. You were too chicken shit to do that, and still desperately wanted to hear from him. 
So you settled on that contact name. Like it made a difference, like it changed anything. 
DONT FUCKING ANSWER did you listen to the song?
Don’t fucking answer. The contact name should be enough to convince yourself that.
Too late.
                                                                   no. don’t lie to me, sweetheart.                                                                            why would i lie?
You sink into the couch, a much quieter corner of the party, not even bothering to socialize. Your brows furrow, index finger flying to your lips anxiously, as you chew on it to patiently wait for an answer.
You sip on your drink with a nervous gaze on your screen, barely noticing the way the couch sink further when someone else took a seat next to you. 
“Hi.” The gravelly voice pulls your attention away from the screen, making you set your drink aside as you look up, finding yourself face-to-face with him. 
Shaggy bangs cascade onto his forehead, and with your exaggeration, it looks longer than the last time you saw him. Black jeans cladded with chains. A graphic tee messily thrown over his heavily tatted chest, that you could still imagine right about now—pathetic. He looked just about the same, the deep dimple adorning his soft cheeks had seemed to disappear, wearing a scowl instead, that tiny voice in your head told you that was your doing, that maybe he was just as miserable as you. Maybe your feelings weren’t fully one-sided.  
Shit. 
“Eddie?” Squeaky, and annoying, you were sure that’s how your tone sounded, yet he didn’t seem to comment on it.
“‘m glad you remember my name, sweetheart,” he scoffs sarcastically, leaning further into the plush couch, elbow propped at the side, eyeing you with frustration. 
“W—what the hell are you doing here?” You stutter as if you weren’t expecting to run into him. Full of bullshit. 
“Did ya really think you could ignore me forever, huh?” He tilts his head slightly, almost expectedly, earning an eye roll from you. 
“I wasn’t ignoring yo—”
Eddie tuts quickly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the ambient noise of the party, “I thought we said no more lies, huh?” 
With a huff, “Why are you here, Eddie?” you mumble.
“Am I not allowed to party?” He banters, brows slightly raised, making you huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes bore into him, almost to signal him ‘Take this seriously.’
“I wanted to know what you thought.” He shrugs like it was normal to just come running after everything just to know what you thought of the song. 
“The song?” He nods in confirmation.
“Didn’t like it,” you confess, avoiding his gaze, but your brows betray you, lifting ever so slightly.
He tsks, shutting you off quickly, “You see that little quirk your brow did? That only happens when you lie, you can’t help it. You do that when I ask you if you ate the last pizza slice, or when I ask if you watched the next episode of the show we were supposed to watch together, or when you—” 
“Fine, fine! I liked it,” you groan, interrupting him and suddenly standing up from the comfort of the couch, being so face-to-face with him immediately making your nerves bubble.
“Just liked?” He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curving on his lips. 
A deep sigh of breath, “what do you want, Munson?”
He stands up with you, making you back away from him with a heavy footstep, the entire party was too loud and crowded, yet, in this stupid corner, it was just the two of you. “For you to admit that you loooved the song, and how much you missed me,” he sing-songs, taking a step closer to you, musky smell invading your senses, making you take a deep breath.
Both of you stand near the wall, and it should be awkward, it should be enough to make you leave, but all it does is draw you closer to him.
“You’re annoying.” 
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I wasn’t avoiding—” He tuts, with his stupid index finger up, rejecting your lie.
“I—I don’t know what you expected.” You shrug, so nonchalantly that his gaze narrows, chest aching with the implications of your words.
“We both knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we?” You chew the inside of your lip to stop those tears that had been begging to flow ever since you listened to the song, wiping off that smirk on Eddie’s lips. 
“Would’ve been nice if I got a reminder, and not have been just fully ghosted, huh?” The brunette grumbles with a downturn of his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. 
“Oh, don’t act all high and mighty, isn’t that what you do all the fucking time?” you snap, gaze narrowed, and arms crossed against your chest. 
“Fuck girls and then leave them? Did it crush your ego this fucking much that I did before you could?” 
“What the fuck does that mean?” He retaliates. 
“It means I was smart enough to pull myself away from your bullshit,” you rasp, disdain written all over your face.The room seems to shrink as the distance between you decreases. 
Another step closer to you, and you didn’t realize your back had hit the wall now. “My bullshit? God, that’s fucking rich, if I seem to recall correctly sweetheart, you were in this as much as I fucking was!”
“Oh, was I?” You bark out a chuckle, cruel, mocking, “I don’t remember being okay with you fucking half the city.” Realization of how bitter and jealous that sounds, dawns on you much later than the words leave your lips, and thankfully, Eddie’s too fucking immersed to realize the double meaning of your words. 
“Are you fucking kidding? No strings attached! Non-exclusive! That’s what you fuckin’ signed up for!” His voice echoes, mirroring his frustration, and you open your mouth.
But he doesn’t let you speak further, cutting you off sharply. “Is this all because of that new guy you’re seein’?” 
“What? What guy?” 
“The one who was all over you earlier,” he bites out, jaw clenched, and you can almost taste his bitterness in the air.  
“The same one you fucked at Jeff’s party.”
“Are you stalking me, Munson?” 
“Did you just want an excuse to end things? Are the two of you serious or somethin’?” His voice wavered between anger and desperation, gaze pathetically searching for yours, to gauge your reaction.
You scoff. Did he really think you’d end things because of a stupid fling you had which in the first place occurred just so you could forget him? He was so goddamn clueless it drove you insane. 
But what you didn’t realize was that you were just as clueless, if not more, because why would he write a song all about you, if this was just about sex? Because who would get so jealous of someone they didn’t care about? 
Say my name and his in the same breath.
I dare you to say they taste the same. 
The lyrics from his stupid song swirled your thoughts, yet you were still too stupid to see it, weren’t you?
Another step closer to you, a dangerous game the two of you liked to play. He smelled alluring, a fucked up mix of nicotine, his musky cologne, and that damn leather jacket. “Do you really think, he could compare to me, sweetheart?” 
Say my name and his in the same breath.
“Tell me he’s fucking better, and he’s actually what you want, and I’ll fucking leave, I’ll bury all the other songs I wrote, tell me, and I’ll be out of your hair forever.”
I dare you to say they taste the same. 
And just like that, all the defenses you put up, all the times you ignored him, they are cracked, disappearing into thin air. You hate it, you hate that he has this effect on you, you can feel your mind getting hazier, eyes blinking rapidly to process what the fuck is going on, and his face is mere inches away from yours. You knew their names didn’t taste the same. And you knew he could never ever compare to Eddie.
“Tell me,” he encourages, dares you to. You fail to notice how much emotion his gaze carries, how the corners of his lips twitch, just at the thought of you finally admitting you don’t want him. His stomach turns at the thought, this is his last chance, he knows that, and he can’t fucking lose you. He can’t. 
And you don’t know any of that, but you knew, know that no one else could compare to him. And you hate yourself for thinking that, you hate yourself for falling for him, the world stops rotating on its axis when he’s in your peripheral vision, and it’s fucking disgusting. Pathetic. Stupid. Because you know the two of you have no chance. But here you are. 
“H—he is b—” Of course, your brow quirks up almost immediately, betraying you quicker than you can even attempt to lie. 
That dawning smirk appears on his lips again, it’s mocking, and just as much smug. You want to wipe it off of his stupidly pretty face. “Tell me,” he dares you, again. This time much cockier and confident, and you suddenly realize how small you feel under him.
“He isn’t,” your meek voice is barely audible.
And you don’t register the shaky breath he draws when the words leave your lips, giving him the confirmation he needs. You wanted him, he had no fucking clue why you ghosted him, yet you still wanted him. Just as much as he wanted you. 
Both of his hands were placed on the wall now, towering over you, making your breath get caught up in your throat. “Speak up.”
“No, fuck! You know he’s not, you know he could never fucking compare to you, you fucking know tha—” He shuts you up with a rough kiss, lips pressed against yours messily, letting the petty comments die down your throat. Because this is all he wanted, needed to hear anyway. 
“Up,” he grunts into the kiss, tapping your thighs, hoisting you up from your waist to help you wrap your legs around him, tight, he wants you at his mercy, locked to him. 
You wrap your legs around him, barely, the melty sensation in your knees making you so shaky that he barks out a laugh into your lips, holding you close, firm, the butterflies in your stomach traveling all across your body.
He lifts you up as if you are weightless, arms wrapped around you strongly as he carries you to the nearest empty bedroom, impressively without hitting your back anywhere, so roughly that your core throbs at the feeling of his arms around you.
“Baby,” he mutters as he lowers you down on the bed swiftly, smooth, gaze darkened and pupils blown wide, all the pent up desire waiting to explode. 
“Eddie,” you beg, shaky voice sounding purely angelic to his ears once he got rid of his shirt, shrugging it off with a huff, his fingertips grazing against your top, feeling your hardened nipples, causing gasps out of you, he’s quick to pull it over your head while you run your fingers up the grooves of his stomach, the tip of your fingertips almost burns everywhere you touch. 
He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, “missed thi-you,” he corrects himself, because that’s all he wanted anyways, you. 
He nips at your nipples, tongue good at giving attention to both of them, all wet and warm, making you squirm under his touch, you’re quick to get rid of everything else, leaving you in your panties, making him grunt. 
The pad of his thumb rubs against your left nipple, leaving goosebumps in its wake, while his other hand travels down your chest, then your stomach, finally drawing circles when it stops between your thighs, ghosting over your panties before he tugs them down your legs, spreading them apart with a slight hum, pupils blown so wide that you can’t admire those chocolate hues anymore. 
He visually drinks in that sight of you, laid down on the couch, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You’re completely at his mercy and his chest aches with need. “So pretty like this f’me,” he coos into your chest, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Making you feel so good that you can’t stop the gasps coming out of your lips.   
Pleasure shivers through everywhere he sucks and touches, his finger eases into you when he adds another one, a moan escaping you quickly. “Need to be in here, sweetheart, d’ya have any idea how much I missed this?” 
You don’t. You don’t know about the sleepless nights, the drunken ones, the drug-induced ones in an attempt to recreate the high you gave him. It’s fucked up, it’s insanely toxic. Yet, he can’t get enough of you. 
His gaze upon you is dangerous, maybe it’s because he had missed you so goddamn much, or maybe because he didn’t know where this would lead, but it felt fucking sentimental, different somehow, and he could feel you, everywhere on his skin.
Your hips start rocking up against him when the pad of his thumb flicks over your clit, making you arch your back, whines, mumbles leaving your lips. And all he can muster is, “so goddamn beautiful, look at you whining for me.”
You can feel his bulge rub against your thigh every now and then, it’s distracting, almost agonizing. You desperately need it inside of you, you had missed him, missed his touch, missed the feeling of him filling you to the brim, you missed seeing his face contort in pleasure when he was inside of you, you wanted him to never forget you again. 
That’s why you feel so numb, can barely speak, and of course, Eddie notices, how unusually quiet you are, and he wants to make this unforgettable, just so you have another reason to come back to him. Just so you don’t leave him, just so you stay forever. 
“Gone too quiet on me, honey, tell me what you need,” he coos down at you, thumb still caressing your pussy, and all you can fucking do is chew down on your bottom lips, eyeing his bulge that was begging to get out. And he barks out a goddamn chuckle, “P—please, Eddie.” Pathetically leaves your lips. 
And normally he would make you beg, tease further, but he reaches to tug down his pants quickly, because fuck, he had missed you. And he can’t bear the thought of not being inside of you any longer. 
Thinking is not your strongest suit right now either, your brain is mushy, all the nights and days spent thinking about him, about this explodes into your body. Your pussy aches when you finally see his cock again, a sound of need leaving your lips as you eye his length, so big that pleasure ripples through you, especially when you see his gushy tip, glistening with pre-cum. 
You want every fucking inch inside of you, and Eddie’s more than ready to oblige, “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
“Need you, Eddie,” you moan, all fucked out, his fingers slip in and out of you still, but it isn’t enough for him. He needs more, he craves your validation like he never has before. 
“God, you’re soakin’ my fingers, princess,” he grunts, wedging himself between your thighs, weeping cock drips onto your inner thighs, making you moan breathlessly. “Tell me exactly what you fuckin’ want, honey.”
“Eddie.” His name sounds like silk, even when it’s so lewd, Eddie decides, and it makes him let out an impatient huff. “P—please. Need you to fuck me.” It’s so goddamn desperate that you can feel heat rise to your cheeks, but it’s everything to him.
“Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Oh, that’s easy, sweetheart,” he grunts, lining his cock through your entrance, coating himself in your slick, enjoying your mewls before he doesn’t hesitate to push his cock inside of you, inch by inch, relishing the way you cry out for him. 
Greedily, you rock your hips into him, making him let out a frustrated groan. “Have no fuckin’ idea how much I missed this greedy cunt, sweetheart, shit.” He thrusts in a few more inches, and breathless moans and babbles of his name fill the air.
“Suckin’ me right in, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty like this, mhmm.” His cock moves inside of you, and your hands are wrapped around his back, desperately clawing at it, the fullness making you want more, “you like that, baby, like bein’ full of me?” A heavy sound leaves his lips, pathetic and you pulse around him. 
“S’so good Eddie, and s’big,” you barely manage to let out, and he watches you with that burning amber gaze, thrusting all the way in without hesitation. Those plushy lips that hang open, that filthy mouth, the prettiest fucking features—you, were going to be the death of him. 
Maybe it’s because you had missed him, or maybe because you hadn’t experienced this in a long time, or fuck, maybe, just maybe that the song had created a new type of need between the two of you. Using sex as a sort of connection that the both of you desperately needed. But, shit, was it this different this time. 
He felt different—his lips, touch, skin as it slapped against yours, it was different. 
Full. You feel so fucking full that your back involuntarily arches against him, fingers clenching desperately, your screams and cries filling the room the more he plunges inside of you, deeper, hungry, and just as greedy as you. 
“Yeah, better than that asshole?” It rolls off his lips so bitter and jealous that you can barely register it. Not being used to this possessive side of him, and it’s glorious, especially when he’s pounding his frustrations and insecurities into you. 
“Mhmm, so much better.” You clawed at his back, every thrust of his hip making you feel higher and higher, mind filled with nothing but him. 
“So pretty like this when you say my name, sweetheart… so goddamn beautiful, and all mine, yea?” He wants a confirmation, and wants to hear you say it, his head ducking between your breasts again to kiss, taste, suckle them. Make sure he never forgets it. 
“Wanna hear you say it.” He hums, the vibrations reverberating through your chest straight into your core, cock plowed so deep inside of you that you can barely speak through your cries, hitting that sweet spot that every other asshole misses. 
You’re too scared to give him what he wants. But you feel him, everywhere, and you still want more, of course, you’re his. That’s all you fucking wanted anyway. Plushy lips shake as you gaze up at him, his amber hues are so sticky-sweet that you still struggle to process it, words come out in a ramble “All yours, Eddie.”
His mouth crashes onto yours roughly, desire coursing through both of your bodies, almost interconnected. “Shit, fuckin’ hell sweetheart, ‘m not gonna last long.” His thrusts are getting sloppier, yet you feel the ravaging desire coursing through your veins. 
“So perfect,” he murmurs, the kiss he lays on your lips just as relentless, not letting you breathe or think for a goddamn second, you’re so goddamn close.
And you wonder, how the fuck did you even go two months without this? Without him?
“Eddie!” You cry out once you feel the pad of his thumb rubbing against your clit, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm washes over you. Pure bliss overtakes you while you claw at his back, his body tenses, and cock flexes as he cums inside of you, groans and curses left in your hair. 
Minutes pass of you lying next to each other, breathless, processing everything that just transpired. And you should feel guilty, embarrassed, and should run to the hills for doing this with him again. 
But you’re obsessed, addicted. He’s like an excitement that you’re sure you’ve never felt before, running through your veins, like a fucking drug. 
Both of you get dressed in silence, the party booming outside is quick to bring the two of you back to reality, and out of the trance that he pulled you in. 
He breaks your bewilderment with a slight “Fuck.” Standing on the opposite side of the bed before he fully turns to you. “This wasn’t—I was supposed to talk to you.” He mutters, fingertips anxiously running through his tousled hair.
Caught off guard and awfully curious, you mumble, “About what?”
“The song…”
“I told you I liked it.”
His brow furrows deeper, and he shakes his head in frustration. “No, that’s not it—uh, did you not listen to the lyrics?”
“I did.”
“And?”
Your face searches his for some clarity, you take a step closer to him, the distance between the two of you was still awfully much according to him. “What are you asking of me, Eddie? Did you really think one song would just solve everything?”
“You don’t get it, do you?”
“W—what am I supposed to get Eddie? You wanna have your cake and eat it too! And I just can’t fucking do that, not anymore.”
“That’s—that’s not it!” His voice wavers, with urgency, and desperation in his tone. He takes a step forward, attempting to bridge the emotional gap, feeling so fucking frustrated that he wants to rip his hair out.
“Then fucking explain it to me!” You plead. 
“You want an explanation, fine! Fucking fine!” His frustration echoed through the room, pacing back and forth, making you take a deep breath. 
Was he… actually gonna do this? 
“You wanna know what the fuck I’ve been doing ever since you ghosted me?” He ran a hand through his hair, scared, gaze all mellow and vulnerable in a way you have never seen before. It makes your shoulders slump when you nod. 
“I go to those stupid Hollywood parties, meet asshole rockstars—the most interesting shit, yet somehow someway the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, might I add, and then I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop thinking about you the whole fucking day.” Your eyes widen, trying to absorb his revelation, yet he won’t stop rambling and you feel your chest tighten with each word, fuck, he’s finally doing it.
“I—I never—shit! I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but fuck, you came along, with that goddamn smile, throwing a manicured middle finger right in my face, a—and just put up with my bullshit.” His voice softened, and he couldn’t help but trace the contours of your face, to desperately know if you were on the same boat, and you look at him with such glistened eyes that his heart leaps to his stomach. 
“My world flipped upside down, and you have proven me, so goddamn wrong that I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore!” The tears almost welled in your eyes, because, fuck, there was no way this was real.  
You reached out instinctively, the corner of your mouth twitching uncontrollably. “E—Eddie, please… please stop saying things you don’t fucking mean.” 
“Things I don’t mean?” He gives you a breathy chuckle, ironic, and nowhere near funny. His eyes bore into yours, intense and searching. “Do you think I like feeling whatever the hell this is? I fucking don’t, you have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind.” Your eyes soften, the room seemingly pulsing with his emotions, making you feel hot everywhere on your body. 
He felt the same way.
Eddie felt the same way. 
“B—but fuck I’m scared, honey, I’m so goddamn scared,” He admits, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension before he’s at your side, calloused hands grabbing you by the shoulder, so softly that you melt into him.
“Because what if—what if all of this comes crashing down one day?” His voice trembles, gaze avoiding yours, he was scared, so goddamn scared of losing you. Forever. He doesn’t want that, he couldn’t afford that. 
“Just two months away from you fucking sucked. I didn’t—I don’t wanna feel these things, but you make it so hard not to.”  His forehead rests against yours, making you suck in a deep breath, it’s all so fucking sentimental, and all you wanna do this kiss him, tell him you feel the exact same way. Tell him about your fears. 
“And now I can’t fucking stop, fuck,” He confesses, admission punctuated by a frustrated sigh. 
“I wrote you a song,” he gently caresses your cheek, and you’re so scared to look up at him, to meet his tender gaze, because you know you can’t hold yourself back. 
“I came over to this party in a frenzy when I found out you’d be here,” he continued, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. “I—I just I haven’t even been able to touch another girl.” Your eyes snap open, you’re sure they’re almost heart-shaped now, with the adoration you look at him.
“And, do you actually fucking think I'd write songs for just anyone—” His question lingers in the air before you shut him up with a kiss, rough, sweet, and making Eddie feel dizzy all over, his head struggles to comprehend it all, breathless but he manages to react just in time.
The booming music becoming a mere background noise when he had you, mind swirling with all the possibilities and mouth begging to never stop tasting you. He wants to let you completely engulf him, feel you everywhere.
Everything he wanted and more.
He fucking hates himself for doing this, but he pulls away, mesmerized, eyes so wide that you can’t believe this is Eddie, he’s all flustered, salmon pink. And it makes a wider grin sit on your lips. “So… you—uh, what does this mean?”
You smile at him, lips widely stretching into a grin, as you shrug. “It means I feel the same, Eddie.” you admit, tone a tender reassurance. “That’s why I tried to shut you out… to try to move on, because I was scared—fuck, but I feel the same way.”
“So, does that mean we're dating now?”
“We can take things slow, figure everything out?” you mutter with a shy gaze, lips itching to twitch into a smile, again. “But I—uh—I like you, I really, really like you.”
“Gone soft on me already, sweetheart?” he mumbles with a stupid grin, making you elbow him softly, with an exaggerated playful huff. 
He’s quick to flinch, rubbing his arm as if you even delivered a powerful blow. “Ow—what the hell is wrong with you?”
“You think I’m going soft? You’re the one who wrote his feelings as an exaggerated love song!” 
He leans further slightly, his grin widening when you gave him those adorable eyes, finding you both equally amusing and endearing. “Oh… just you wait.”
You arched a brow, curiosity piqued, “What the hell does that mean?”
“The album is coming out soon, sweetheart. If you think this was an exaggeration, you should hear the whole fucking thing.”
That glint re-appears in your eyes just as quickly, gaze softening as you melt into his embrace.
“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.” You tease, scrunching your nose at him, so adorably that he leans down and presses a gentle kiss onto your hair.
He's an idiot, a total complete fucking idiot, but he's all yours.
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cecythemaybe · 6 months
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Headcanon for König (+very personal of mine too)
Warning: very little of smut ?, power imbalance, size kink, humiliation (mostly just mention). Yes, still no beta reading cause im at school rn
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I love the fact that König actually very cocky. His voiceline sound so provoking and complacent. König knew who he is and what he does. Hes not gonna be gentle for sure, bro barking command, threatening...? Bet he does
He does feel anxious, but with a war criminal and experience in a tough, toxic environment like military is only made him become rude, kinda hot-head. Frowning, glaring and blank stare along frustrated and pissed off when people make mistake on his watch .Why cant people just complied the rule and not break it for once ?! How stupid they can be ?
Very possessive when come to his priority. Something very personal, but I think hes also violence as well. Being bullied in the past would gives him an urge to prove himself that hes not weak. And yes. He would use it whenever he feel his priority threatened.
Not a fan of sharing too much, if you ask to give piece of his mind ? Sure, but hes not really care if it offended or not.
Sadly to break it, but König would be a toxic lover if you choose to be with him. Ya see some clip about military men ? Yea. 100% sure he is a traditional man. But as a friend ? Hes hell of loyalty, best of a friend you could ever ask
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Who say he dont have experience ? He does has but not type of that. You are not the only one would climbed on that man and suck him dried. And I do feel he would just let the lady hit on him first and then lucky or not to have some happy time around with him. Bet his team teasing him, but since he is a man full of himself and cocky ? Its only boost his ego up to the sky.
Hes not moan, whimper. Bro cursed like storm, grunt, groaning while breaking the bed. Size kink, power imbalance!! A lot. Hes love how much power he held on and how easily the sexual intercourse could change how ever he wanted. I do believe he searching sex for the feel of power in it during the first few years of employed in the military (ya know, being screamed in your face, punishment and powerless, follow the rule,...he need something to released too)
Also König not going to fuck you if you are in Kortac with him. He is a stoic man and not breaking his rule. But if he does (0,00009%) then he would have you begged for it. Begged for his cock, begged for released and pleasure, begged to choked on his length,... he would humiliation you, turn you into a pathetic messed. Remind that you will never able to be as good as him, that he is the superior here, that he only fuck you because you were so missable and how desperate little slut you are, begged for it so much. The whole sexual intercourse just a quicky. And well ? No aftercare, he leave you alone and left. And if you are in middle of your work ? Get back to work then.
After it, König still going to treat you like every privates around; maybe even harder in case you think he would go easy on you.
Sorry no sorry
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( a/n ) light angst, hurt/comfort, PROFANITY WARNING, guys im so sorry this is so short but its all im capable of rn
special mention TYSM @earthtooz for proofreading i owe u my soul
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he’s always been a little sensitive to people caring for him. he’s used to taking care of others, to have his parents let him get away with everything, and he’s spent his life isolating himself from people who would see him past what he is but for who he is.
reo rolls his shoulder to shove your hand off of him, frowning at the wall. “you know me well enough already, don’t you? you know that i hate it when you get like this.”
“this isn’t good for you, reo. you’re destroying yourself,” you snarl, jabbing at his back. “i’m sick of seeing you like this. i’m not a babysitter, nor your therapist.”
“i’m not asking you to worry about me, am i?” he snaps, finally turning to meet your eyes.
anger boils in your chest, but you let it simmer with a few deep breaths. reo isn’t thinking properly right now, raving on and on about not working hard enough, and how he isn’t catching up. “there isn’t a professional boundary between us, i care for you because i love you. right now, when you say shit like that? i can barely give a fuck about you anymore.”
reo’s sharp scowl falters around the edges, giving way to confusion. “where are you going?” he demands when you make your way to the door.
“away,” you say, slipping your shoes on and refusing to look at him. “you said you need space, right? then i’ll give it to you. we’re over.”
“fine.” his tone is biting, but his voice sounds strange. “fine…”
he’s still lethargic, you tell yourself; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and he’ll regret it later. but he doesn’t stop you.
maybe if you were to glance back at him one last time, you’d see the broken expression on his face hitting him right after.
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from the start, reo’s always been expecting you would leave him. everyone does that to him, anyway. even nagi, who he still considers his best friend. it was a little too good to be true with you, so he tells himself that this was bound to happen. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it finally happens.
reo groans, shoving his face into his pillow. his friends snicker at his misery, so reo does what he needs to and flips them off with two hands. but as a groveling man with his face hidden by his sheets, it does not paint the intimidating picture he wanted.
“it hasn’t even been that long,” nagi remarks. he doesn’t spare reo a glance so unfortunately, he doesn’t get see reo flashing him with his middle finger.
“mmrgh,” reo says, still pressed against his bed.
isagi pats him on the shoulder, which doesn’t help anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.
“record him, record him, do it,” bachira says, clapping nagi on the back repeatedly, his strength enough to jostle him back and forth. obediently, nagi follows, pointing his phone camera right at a moping reo.
“day two without y/n,” nagi says to his future audience. “barely holding on.”
“i feel awful,” reo groans. “y/n blocked me.”
“do you regret what you said?” isagi asks.
“‘course i do,” reo hisses, offended that he would even ask that. “i was an asshole. y/n was right—y/n’s always right. i’m stupid.”
bachira snorts, “keep fighting, reo!” and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown his way.
the camera pans back to reo, who’s looking red in the face, awfully pathetic. “fuck off. don’t post that. y/n’s gonna see it and make fun of me when we’re back again.”
nagi posts it anyway.
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chigiri hums thoughtfully, waving a hand in front of your face. “you don’t look like you moved on to me.”
you splutter, shoving his phone back onto him. you feel your heart pound in your ears and with the way chigiri smiles knowingly, you almost wonder if he can hear it, too. “shut up! why did he say that? i hate him.”
“sure you do. say what?”
“‘when we’re back together again’ like he’s so sure about it,” you try to say it like you’re angry, but your expression resembles reo from that video. it doesn’t come out as you want it.
reo looks much better now. nagi says that reo religiously followed your advice right after and has been faring better, which is a real shame since you can’t even see it for yourself. he looks less pale and much brighter, but instead of the anger you last saw him with, he’s just become a carbon copy of a wet blanket.
“aren’t you?” chigiri watches the post again, just to torment you with your sniveling ex. “getting back together again, i mean.”
“i’m leaving.”
“yeah? and go where? reo’s bed?”
“i’ll strangle you!”
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callmecaspurr · 2 months
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I got my wisdom tweth stolen and can i have micheal taking care of me. Idk if your taking requests rn. I just want fluff. Pleade.
AHH IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS LATE
also I’m sorry abt ur wisdom tweth, I hope it gets better soon :(
alright, onto the good stuff!
also, I’ve never had to have my wisdom teeth removed bc I’ve never even grown them, so i don’t actually really know how it feels to have teeth pulled from your jaw-
(I grew up chewing on hard stuff so they never formed)
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the world felt unsteady, like you could fall through your bed at any moment. You were tired and dizzy, most likely sick and still on a bit of anesthesia. You laid in your bed, not caring that you still had chores to do around the house.
you huffed as you heard loud, clumsy steps stomping up your stairs right outside your bedroom door. You knew who it was, but you didn’t know if you would even have the energy to deal with his toddler antics today. Slamming the door open, he waltzed into your bedroom as if it was his own, raised chin and everything. Your eyes were still closed, not wanting to deal with the harsh and rather annoying reality of life right now. You suddenly heard silence, meaning he stopped and is now standing between the side of your bed and the open door.
your arms were sticking out of the covers comfortably, but the draft of cold air coming from the hallway outside gave you goosebumps, making you retreat your arms into the soft depths of your comforter to try and stay warm. Michael, thinking this was your pathetic attempt to avoid him, took a large step towards your bed, pulling at your covers gently as if to ask you to come out. Your only response was a grumble, not caring about your usual routine with him.
usually when Michael barges into your home and isn’t throwing a tantrum or bleeding out with bullets or other lethal objects in his torso, it’s your job to pamper and keep him happy, as someone would do with a very big, dangerous, murderous toddler. That includes making him Tomato soup, running him a warm bubble bath (HAS to be a BUBBLE bath. He won’t bathe in anything else.) and conditioning and braiding his hair for him. Also putting on his favorite show, but that’s only on weeks he hasn’t tracked any blood or mud into the house. And of course, like the spoiled person he is, he happily sits back and lets you slave away at his every need.
but today, you seemed so… helpless. Tilting his head, Michael lets go of your blanket and looks around. He knew something had to have been wrong, but he wasn’t sure what, especially since he’s seen you sick and still willing to push through it. (Maybe it was the fear of him slaughtering you in your own home if you didn’t, but oh well-). Spotting the window in your bedroom, he stomps over to it and tries to open it. Knocking over a cup of pencils and pens on your desk, it takes him a minute to realize that it’s locked. After a few attempts of trying to unlock the latch (and hitting it out of anger another few times,) he finally unlocks the window and slides it up, opening it to the fresh air outside.
it was early autumn now, so the outside air smelled crisp and with a hint of bond fires. Now suddenly overheating from being completely covered with a smotheringly thick blanket, you toss it off your body and flop over to lay on your back, your eyes never opening. You can just FEEL him staring at you from the window, a feeling you’ve become disturbingly used to by now. With the sound of your pained groan, the realization of your pain finally registers with Michael. Tilting his head once more, he thinks for a moment.
after another few minutes, he stomps over to your bedroom door and leaves without closing the door, leaving a chilling breeze flowing through your room. With a grumble, you slightly open your eyes and reach for your phone. Looking at the time, it was already mid day. You had plans earlier to just sleep in, maybe fuck up your sleep schedule and get some late night snacks, but Michael’s unexpected arrival kinda messed that up. With an exaggerated huff, you rolled over onto your back and sat up, flinging the fluffy comforter off the top half of your body. Slouching in your sitting position, you can feel the goosebumps on your arms as the cold air breezes through your room. You could hear Michael moving around somewhere in the house, you couldn’t quite pinpoint where he was though. You sat there a few more minutes, and just as you came to term with the thought of getting out of bed, you heard footsteps approaching your room.
turning your head to the door as you sit up a bit straighter, Michael entered the room. He had a mug of hot liquid, your favorite mug, actually. As he came closer to your still drowsy form, you could smell the aroma of the drink, finding out it is a wonderful cup of vanilla chai. Coming to a sudden stop at the side of your bed, Michael turned his gaze from the cup of tea to you, holding out the hot drink as if to motion for you to take it. Rubbing the sleep from your eye, you used your other hand to reach for the cup of tea, holding it by the handle and bringing it to comfortably hold near your chest. You waited there for it to cool down a bit, gently blowing on the surface. Michael just moved further down the Sid of the bed, sitting near the bottom of the bed and patiently watching you slowly wake up. You kept your focus on the cup of tea, admiring the beautiful dark amber liquid and the way the mid-day sunlight shines through your bedroom window just perfect enough to illuminate the drink in your hands just beautifully. Taking a small drink, you noticed there was no sugar or cream or anything, only water and tea. You continued to drink it anyways, making sure to keep it away from the still healing hole in your jaw.
looking up to meet Michaels gaze, you mutter a soft “..thank you.”
..to which Michael nods in response.
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haiseovo · 1 year
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DABIXFEM!READER
yall dont come for me with my inconsistencies please i am literally not having a baja blast rn
but you know what i am having? too many thoughts, as usual
warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, PiV sex, f!receiving oral, overstim if you look hard enough, i am sleep deprived lol not proofread im so sorry-
Dabi, who could care less for the lives of others. who kills without thinking twice about it and had never had a single person he would worry about, not even himself. that is, until he meets you. sweet, soft, but feisty. he was whipped from the moment you glared at him because he was staring too hard. and the moment you gave in and let him have you, he gave you everything he had.
he is a man of few words, believing actions were more important anyways. so although he never told you he loved you, you could tell. it was in the warm baths waiting for you at home after a long day, or the (most likely stolen) flowers that sat on your kitchen counter at least once a week. it was in the kisses to the bridge of your nose in the morning or his hand that always found your waist whenever you both were out running errands together.
Dabi shows his love in letting you in, seeing him for all he is. the monster he sees himself as when he turns his enemies into nothing but ash. he shows his love when he tells you his real name with a grimace, the letters seeming to burn him like acid. but when you repeat it. "Touya.." it sounds so sweet, so right coming from your lips. its like you covered the two syllables in honey and sugar for him, dripping with the sticky goodness for him and only him to indulge in.
he shows his love in private, as he pins you to your couch in your living room, mismatches lips peppering all over your skin, soft and gentle at first, slowly progressing into deep passionate bites and sucks on your soft flesh, turning the skin a deep purple to match his burns in a much nicer way. he shows his love in the way he tears your clothes off of your body like they are offending him with their presence, and they are. how dare the measly pieces of fabric hide the body of the only girl he will ever love.
he shows his love as he dives between your folds, large hands warm as they borderline engulf your thighs in his hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he laps and sucks on your sensitive clit. he moans at your taste, almost instantly intoxicated by you. he spreads you open further to leave long licks from your hole up to your clit, a deep sigh leaving his nose as you tremble beneath him. he buries his tongue deep in your soaking hole, pushing it in and out of you as one of his thumbs keeps your little bud sensitive. he doesnt stop until you've given him everything you can, shaking and crying beneath him.
Dabi shows his love in every thrust of his hips, slowing sinking into you, sadistic smile on his pretty face as he watches your eyes roll back. his eyebrows pinch together as he mockingly fakes a look of sympathy.
"i-its too big"
'i know baby, i know. you can take it for me, cant you? yeah, just like that, good girl."
he doesnt stop fucking into your weeping and abused pussy, just barely holding himself over you on his forearms. he keeps your mouth occupied, sucking on your tongue, biting and nibbling on your pouty bottom lip, prying it open so he can spit in it. the room is filled with the sounds of your high pitched and whiny moans, and the sound of his cock slamming into you. his fingers are laced with yours, holding one of your arms above your head as his other hand holds your thigh to his hip, keeping you nice and open for him each time you cum.
you're reaching that peak again, writhing beneath your raven haired boyfriend, hips weakly trying to meet his forceful thrusts in a pathetic attempt to reach that high, only earning a soft chuckle.
"you close baby? yeah?" "y-yea- oh fuck Touya, please! wanna cum for you! please-ah-pleasepleaseplease-" "shh doll, go ahead." he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you, reaching between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. he barely parts himself from your lips, leaving just a hair between you both as his hips thrust into your harder. your eyes roll back slightly and he breathes in every moan you let out, clenching around him so tights you've got him on edge. "fuck doll, just like that, squeezing my cock so good. cum on my cock, c'mon, cum for me." his words send you over edge, your back arching against him, pressing your chest to his, your vision going white as you cum, a creamy white ring decorating the base of your lovers dick so prettily. Dabi is quick to follow you over the edge, holding you down and fucking you through your high and into his, spilling himself deep inside your warmth, filling you up and fucking his essence right back into you, his hips slowly coming to a stop. he keeps himself situated in you as he leaves sloppy kisses up the hollow of your throat, bringing you back to him.
he shows his love when he slowly pulls out, picking you up anc carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, your brain too fucked out to think for the rest of the night. he shows his love with the hot shower and hoodie he lets you use to sleep. shows his love when he tucks you in and pulls you close, mumbling a quiet 'did so good for me' into your damp hair, letting you fall asleep.
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idc idc here are my reactions to the new trailerssssss via (really long) shitpost RAAHHHHHHHH
*also i took the liberty and tagged some people in some parts lmao*
starting with the black trailer cos duhh i wanna see daemon lmao
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starting off strong w caraxes (this is caraxes right?? 😭😭😭) honestly he ate that up. he like me fr. him screaming is how i reacted to his dad 😋
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this shot is stunning. looking into the fire. the ominous sounds. (side note the fucking audio dialogue crunch wtf was that editing hbo??? the noise that harshly faded after she spoke ???????? AHHAHAH i can't blame you my audio be like that too)
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HAHAHHAAAH HIS LIL SPIN HAS ME GAGGED HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HES SUCH A LIL BOY @azperja UR BOY IS WILDING HAHHAAHAHAH LMAOOOOOOOO
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im a simple girl i see daemon i screech @em-writes-stuff-sometimes ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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IS THIS CREGAN STARK ASFLJKHASFLKHASFLHASFH👹👹👹👹 NEXT TO BABY GIRL JACAERYS STRONG LOOK AT HIS BABY GIRL LIPS IDK @valeskafics THIS LOOKS LIKE IT CAME OUT ONE OF YOUR FICS?????? AM I ABOUT TO MAKE A JACE FIC????? HELPPPP
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gWAYNEEE?????? HIGHTOWER????????????? RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WITH HIS SLUTTY LIL BUSTED LIP?????????????? why are you in the blacks trailer tho?????????? who did you fuck up??? who fucked you up???????? omG IF YOU AND DADDY DAEMON FIGHT 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦
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CUNT-C-CUNT-C-CUNT-CUNT. he is swag. he is emo. he is killing all the aemond girlies. @ewanmitchellcrumbs i have nothing to say to you other than hi how ya doin
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and im a very simple girl 😋😋😋😋
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i dont like the mourning girls ))): LEAVE MY GIRLS ALONE ☹
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i would bend the knee to you daddy REEEEEEEEEEEEEE @em-writes-stuff-sometimes SHOULDER SHOT IN LIEU OF A CROTCH SHOT??????????????????
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her dialogue 😫😫😫 ate. as it remains rhaenys is the only one with the braincell in this psycho barbie house and we love her for that
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CUNT-C-CUNT-C-CUNT-CUNT. SHE SERVED SO HARD FUCKKKKK
now the green trailer
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MY SAD GIRL LEAVE HER ALONE. congrats on having (one of) your oppressor(s) die tho (: it must be mentally tolling ):
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[in response to alicent's dialogue] ok but you also knew viserys was delulu to the core????? he did the whole horse analogy to defend rhaenyra which was INSANE. 😔 its kinda sad you believe that in his dying breath he wanted to reconcile with you but even then he didnt give a fuck 💔💔💔💔💔 sorry alicent
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ok but .... 👀👀👀👀👀👀 otto lookin kinda scruptious !!! @ewanmitchellcrumbs WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??!?!?! tbh no regrets 😋😋 more food for me
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I KNOW I ALREADY REACTED TO THIS BUT HAHAHAHAHA ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY HES SO UNSERIOUS WITH THE TWIRL. AND THE CAPTION IS PERFECT WAHAHAH VISERYS ROLLIN IN HIS GRAVE TO KNOW THIS IDIOT SUCEEDED HIM AND HONESTLY AEGON ATE WITH THAT. THE ULTIMATE REVENGE 😫😫😫 SERVE KING GIVE US NOTHING AND GIVE US CUNT ALL AT ONCE HAHAHHAHA @azperja AHHAH WALA LANG TAG LANG KITA ULIT HAHHAH
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@em-writes-stuff-sometimes no but the SHOULDER SHOT IM BEING SO SERIOUS RN ITS SOOO RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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hes salty because daemon and him are fighting again 😔💔 ASLKFHASF NO BUT WHY HE LOOK SO MAD???🤨🤨 HAHAHHAHHAH (ok fine fine hes mad because theyre about to go to war. id be mad too)
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I DONT KNOW im taking a wild guess here. . . is this alys? ........... ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? idk idk i dont know enough about asoiaf to be guessing tbh
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hes so dramatic. arent you the same man that begged your younger brother to let you flee and be rid of this burden? smh. had the crowds screaming your name once and now you think ur a rockstar. its ok ur @azperja's rockstar 😋
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this line has me gagged 😭😭🤣🤣 GO KING. GO FUCK UP YOUR FAM AND THE REST OF THE SEVEN REALMS AS CASUALTY. i cant take him seriously. i cant 💀💀💀 YOURE THE GUY THAT JERKED OFF BY THE WINDOW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CRYINGGGGGGGGGGG and the fact this scene is directly followed by him showcasing his mommy issues 😔 poor pathetic meowmeow
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STOPPP 💀💀💀💀✋✋✋✋✋ I CANT TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY EITHER. HE SAW DAEMON CHOP UP VAEMONDS HEAD AND HAS BEEN HORNY EVER SINCE.
oh wait fuck i forgot he killed lucerys 💀💀💀💀💀😬😬😬😬 asfhlashfhsafhasf wAIT HE KNOWS DAEMON IS COMING FOR HIM WAIT LASFHHASFHASFFASOHASF WAITTT IT JUST CLICKED HES SCARED FUCK FUCK FUCK
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hes so fucking hot what the fuck @ewanmitchellcrumbs i get why you dedicated an entire blog for this man. felt. BUT WHY WAR? LEMME BRAID UR HAIR INSTEAD???????? STOBIT
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💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 STOP HURTING ALICENT WHAT THE FUCK STOP IT
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IDK WHO SHE IS BUT SHE ATE. IS THAT A STAG I SEE ARE YOU A BARATHEON SLAYYYYYYY..... is she a she or is he a he i... i cant tell. either way v pretty v intrigued
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?????????????????????????? WHY HE LOOK YASSIFIED IN THIS 💀💀💀 sOBBING
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i HATE the fact they cut his hair. cole is now 10x more unbearable what the fuck. JUSTICE FOR FABIEN he had such pretty hair
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❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ men that crave war are the scabs of society
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HONESTLY HOW IS VHAGAR (this is vhagar right????) NOT RIPPING HER WINGS MORE WHEN SHE FLIES?????? THE HOLESSSSS ARE INSANEEEEEE
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💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 women
both of these trailers ending with their support for their preferred monarch is such a slay detail to add. THEY SHOULD RELEASE THE SHOW SOONER
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you-aremy-sunshine · 1 year
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ten things i hate about you ☆ bonus ☆ - b.b.
summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader
warnings: cursing, maybe?
a/n: GUYS😭😭 i'm literally leaving all y'all DRY. i am deeply sorry i just have like NO inspiration. (cuz like i get inspo from my life but i have no fucking action rn guys💀) ANYWAYS i hope u like it cuz its all ur getting until like a week or 2 from now🤭🫶
also i meant to post this after i finished the series but i wanted to give y'all smth
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top five insults by barnes and y/l/n
number one
you could hear the buzz of the hair clipper coming from the bungalow bathroom. the sound stopped abruptly, and bucky walked out. you looked up from your book to see bucky putting his fancy clippers away into his suitcase.
“i just love what you did to your hair,” you exclaimed, “how did you get it to come out of your nose like that?” you mocked innocence, trying to hold back laughter.
“very funny, y/n…” he said, mocking you, while walking back into the bathroom to inspect his nose.
number two
you adjusted the cotton sundress you had on in front of the mirror, trying to get it to fit properly. the part holding your boobs up didn’t sit properly and the straps were too big.
“at this point you should just take the mirror with you,” bucky remarked.
“honestly, i think you’re just jealous that you look like a ‘before’ picture and i look like an ‘after picture’,” you spun around to face him, arms crossed agaisnt your torso.
you turned back around and found a way to make the dress feel comfortable.
“okay, i got to agree that was a good one,” he laughed, his eyes drifting over your outfit.
number three
“oh my god, bucky look,” you signaled towards a book, “10 ways to help your everyday life this is perfect for your pathetic life,” you flashed him a wide grin.
he picked it up, inspected it, but you could tell he was trying to fight a smile.
“hmm,” he said, thoughtfully, “don’t worry about me, sweetheart, worry about that hideous wardrobe.”
“i know you love it, i saw the way you were eyeing my sundress the other day,” you hit his arm, snickering.
he nodded in response to your reply, a sneaky grin lingering.
number four
the two of you were emptying the dishwasher of the bungalow, you were drying the plates and bowls, and bucky was putting them away.
“this isn’t dry enough, y/n,” bucky insisted, flipping the mug over, while watching the extra water drip out of it, “you left some water in here.”
“do it yourself then,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.
“you’re just adorable, y/n!” bucky said, laughing to himself a bit, “you’re just like my cat, stupid and fiesty for no reason.” he began to cackle.
“aww! and you’re just like a clown, no hidden reason behind that,” you smiled up at him mischievously.
number five
you were spending your downtime standing by the kitchen counters, checking your phone. bucky was standing next to you, baking a small batch of muffins.
“literally every guy i get matched with on this stupid app is mediocre,” you said scrolling through a dating app, “i hate online dating.”
“oh honey, im so sorry for you,” bucky said, faking pity, “all those guys are just way too out of your league. you have miles and miles to go before you reach mediocre!” as he said that he crouched down to your height.
“shut the fuck up barnes,” you said pushing his face away from you.
he let out a loud cackle, pleased with your response.
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hope u liked it cuz its all i got rn🙂🙂
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takami-takami · 10 months
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sorry i heard "meanie keigo" and it like fucking revived me ig
i would say smth longer but college is kicking my ass rn w a bunch of assignments, exams next week and the fucking fee im struggling to pay off so this is mainly to let u know i aint dead LMFAO
okay but on the topic of keigo mocking ur whimpers and moans imagine he just sticks two fingers into your mouth and presses down on your tongue so you sound even more pathetic (it only makes you feel needier for him, with tears in ur eyes and drool pooling in your mouth)
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(i will be back soon to scream abt keigo i prommy)
☆ ANON WE MISSED YOU!!!!
Oh my god. Keigo who knows you have an oral fixation, who knows your brain gets just a bit fuzzy when you're drooling around his fingers. He can't hold that serious look on his face for long as he stares down the bridge of his nose at your stuttering, muffled hiccups. "Messy, messy thing," he mutters through a smile.
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oh my god…OH….MY GOD!!!! THE NEW CHAPTER FOR YOURE LOOSING ME!!!
HOLY SHIT THE WAY REMUS DEFENDING US SO BLINDLY GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING ME FEET!!! like lawd have MERCY that was so ajdndkdnks like it just proves that remus can do no wrong my bbg fr!
also the way that i screamed when jj showed up i was like “jj?…..JJ MAYBANK?!?!” it was a whole “a platypus?….PERRY THE PLATYPUS?!?!?” kinda thing like it caught me so off guard but holy shit do i love his and the readers dynamics like it’s so cute the way they banter and shit AND THE WAY HES LIKE “i like you’re new boyfriend” HES APART OF THE MOONY TEAM FOR SURE!!! HONORARY MEMBER!!!! BTW WHEN JJ POINTED OUT THAT REMUS WAS CUTTING THE READERS PANCAKES?!?!? I THREW MY PHONE AND SCREAMED INTO MY PILLOW I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! also i love how he and james don’t like each-other it’s so funny
FOLLOWING JAMES!!! HIM AND LILY?!?? of course it’s lilly who puts the idea of pregnancy in his head but we don’t blame her! my wife can do no wrong. also when james and reader were talking in the library and he was like “it’s us tho that doesn’t happen to us” screaming crying throwing up STOP GIVING ME MIXED EMOTIONS JAMES!!!! like i can see where he’s coming from like bros so pathetic sometimes it’s adorable ☹️
KEEPING WITH THE JAMES AGENDA THE WAY HE KEPT PUSHING ON THE WHOLE “it’s not weird it’s us we’re not weird” homeboy is trying his best to make things go back to normal and it’s not working. like i feel so bad and then he tried making small talk about classes and the way that reader talking about her dropping all her classes and pushing back an internship really put into perspective how tired and in pain she must be because it sounds like she really liked those classes and to imagine her having to sadly let go of something that she was probably enjoying because of the hanhaki is heartbreaking :(
BACK TO JAMES THE WAY HE BROUGHT UP THE WHOLE PREGNANCY?!?!? DUDE I LAUGHED SO HARD BRO REALLY SAID “so….babies am i right?” LIKE BRO WHAT?!??? IT WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE BUT SO FUNNY LIKE WTF
and now the part that got me the most….THE FUCKING KISS?!?!? OH MY GOD???? MAL I CANT HANDLE THIS RN!!! I COULDN’T BREATHE I!!! THE FACT THAT HE WAS LEANING IN AND THE WAY HE WAS COMPLEMENTING HER BEFORE THE WHOLE SCENE HAD ME SCREAMING MAL!!! LIKE I ALMOST BROKE MY PHONE WITH HOW I THREW IT!!! I HAD TO LAY DOWN AND STARE AT MY CEILING FOR SEVERAL MOMENTS!! BUT THEN HE FUCKS IT ALL UP BY SAYING SOME STUPID SHIT ABOUT “don’t tell my precious lillypad flower princess apple of my eye sugar cube!! we’re just getting good ya know?” LIKE HUH?!?! YOU ALMOST KISS READER AND THE FIRST THING YOU SAY IS “yo don’t tell my bitch aight?” LIKE GTFO!!! IM TELLING EVERYONE NOW MF!!!
sorry for ranting but i needed my thoughts written somewhere and who better to share it with than lovely mal herself!
REMINDER THAT I LOVE YOU AND YOURE WRITING!!!
ok class we’re going to discuss last nights reading!
remus defending us/reader was so satisfying for me to write. bc he’s such a soft spoken guy?? like they had only seen him mad once before (the whomping willow scenario) but that was completely different to this. like there’s something so unnerving about someone being so mad that they’re calm/restrained. like sirius and peter are watching remus and james argue and they’re so fucking scared bc they’ve never seen remus like this before and honestly i think that’s kind of hot of him tbh to go that hard for us
any chance that i have to bring jj maybank back, i will. i love him. i love his character. i love his relationship with reader. i see them as having a joking/flirty friendship. and james hates that. he hates how flirty jj is. ALSO ONCE AGAIN, jj is the complete opposite of james with the hair and eyes. so ofc that doesn’t help with james’ jealousy lol.
jj and reader don’t talk as much but he still keeps up with her. that’s why he was confused when they asked to sit with him and why he agreed. he knew something was up bc the marauders always sit together, if 2 don’t wanna sit there obviously something went down right?
jj absolutely is team moony. he’s sat with him for 0.3 seconds but even he can see the difference between remus and james. james would always take readers food and shove her around (jokingly) while remus is literally cutting up your pancakes for you when you’re not looking bc he wants to take care of you 🥺 jj can see how smitten remus is and he didn’t miss the shy smile you gave him. he sees what’s happening, even if you don’t see it yet and he loves it.
reader being pregnant was a valid thought! bc of how she’s been acting!! i would have thought the same thing tbh
james finally laying it all on the table for her and letting her know how he’s been feeling about the whole thing, i cried. especially when he decided to stop forcing her to tell him what’s going on. “let me in or don’t. i’m not leaving.” LIKE BROOOOO 🤧
i really wanted to show them being awkward because..it would be awkward. this is your best friend who you haven’t talked to properly in weeks. you don’t know what’s going on with them. you’re trying to get back into the groove of things. it’s gonna be weird!
considering after 7th yr everyone just goes off to their careers, i imagine 7ths years have much more free time. like for electives/internships. so i really wanted to show reader missing out on all that. like she’s only taking her two required courses (charms and DADA) she had to drop her electives, which she loves. she had to push back her internship, which she was excited for. all she knows is being tired and sick and hiding in the room of requirement by herself reading books and doing puzzles. like it’s sad and it’s lonely and i really wanted you guys to see what that’s like bc i feel like a lot of hanahaki au’s don’t really show that? like i want you to know how debilitating this disease actually is and how much you/reader are giving up/ suffering
the almost kiss was a “caught up in the moment” thing for sure bc james has always felt some sort of feelings for reader but simply refused to acknowledge it. now here she is, the best person he’s ever known, being vulnerable and shy and insecure and he hates it bc he looks at her and he sees beauty and the fact that she sees anything but that drives him crazy and the next thing he knows he has the sudden urge to kiss her?? and it isn’t until reader pulls away that the haze clears and he remembers that this is his best friend!!! and that he’s supposed to like lily!!
and then of course he had to go and ruin it by saying “can you not tell lily about this?” bc this is james and as we know james is very good at doing things wrong
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seyvetch · 2 years
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Fuck Im certaintly not of like completely sound mind rn
The intrusive thoughts (esp self harm) and like anger issues are up and I think Im a bit delusional
Gonna be talking about those things further so if not a fan you should probably not read that and sorry idk how to do the under the line thing on mobile so yeah
Sent a meme into a meme chat themed to the campeign Im playing in DMs discord server related to a topic that was discussed in the vc during the session by the players which I thought was funny and DM was upset with it which is totally fair I wont go into details and gave my character a negative modifier to hit which wont impact the character too much but the whole situation just fucking making me go crazy a bit. Once again I didnt think things through and upset a friend. Once again Im making dumb mistakes and I hate myself so much for this it just makes me want to bang my head at a wall or cut myself or hurt myself in other ways bc intrusive thoughts and bc I feel so fucking pathetic and awful bc no matter what I do I always screw up no matter how much percieved smarts I have in some areas like programming Im still a moron. And then I hear my intrusive thoughts to get angry at my friend for that even tho I know that was fair on his part and that Im overreacting due to being in an unhealthy mindset atm and I hate myself even more for even thinking that.
Thankfully Im able to resist the intrusive thoughts rn Im aware enough for that but I dont think Im clear minded enought to talk with much sense cuz I also think Im a bit delusional rn and I cant articulate my thoughts properly as well.
Anyway I dont blame anyone but myself for this tbh I can recognise that Im in a bad mental state and am overeacting. So yeah if the DM is reading this sorry
I feel a bit better I just needed to vent a bit not to anyone in perticular just write down my thoughts, maybe organise them a bit, better understand what Im feeling and junk.
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lapata-lupt · 2 years
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i cried like a baby for 1 1/2 hr today in morning cause my mom snooped into my phone last night
bc i put some nature sounds on youtube when she asked to sleep together and my phone was unlocked and she fucking read a conversation with one of the guys on my fucking porn blog lmfao idk what she read till what i dont think she read my blog she would have killed herself bc she wasnt mad or concerned so i really dont think she read the freaky “i’ll beat u bloody and put an axe in ur skull and fuck ur corpse” or something because the guy has lately been venting about his ptsd stuff but she got a hint it was also sexual probably cause the guy keeps being like “sorry i am venting and not providing u with sexuual stuff” and im just like man stop i literally dont care idk how to get it through ur skull but i dont wanna talk to men online for “sexual pleasure” i dont get it and i dont care for it i come here to vent my intrusive thoughts and dont tag it so no one would discover me but u did so here we are anyways my mom was like dont chat with people rn u have exams and i was like i literally deleted everything except whatsapp and it’s kinda true downloaded tumblr yesterday only before deleting it this morning but i got mad cause i do that am a baby and half lied because i thought she was referring to the chatting when i was texting good luck to my friends in the morning and kept being like i dont have a single app what are u talking about i dont have anyone to talk to and she was like no i dont want u to be awake at night to chat and i was like i dont do that uk cause i am a liar and then she spit that she saw my chats from 2 am with the guy and i was like what and she was like it’s okay i know u r 18 and “all this” is a part of life i am not like ur dad u can come to me about “stuff like this” but rn u have exams focus on that and the weirdest part is i dont know why i started crying but i kept crying so pathetically and she was trying to console me but i kept crying for almost 2 hours and made her so helpless cause she didnt understand why i was crying but idk why either lol i think part of it was i realised how close she was  to discover that i am so disgusting part of it was the realization that i villainize her like some angsty 13 year old when she is actually good like an indian mom who is okay with sex talk where do you find that?? she really tries, and when she was in the american embassy in india she really tried being a modern parent and i remembered yesterday only that she was less prude and cooler than the other moms and majority of it was again the realization how i am abusing their trust lol and a part of it was i can’t kill myself and leave her wondering if it was her fault cause it wasnt but i have her in guilt for wondering if me being a failure of a life is her fault too so that’s cool and part of it was realizing that sometimes i really get stupid and start thinking she is bad put blame on her and i have somehow convinced my therapist and my friends that she isnt great bc my therapist keeps saying she is controlling when i keep telling him she is not and lol i really abuse the fuck out of her this is embarrassing to put here
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princekirijo · 3 years
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duskholland · 6 years
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guess who’s eight months clean? me ??
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peakyblindersxx · 3 years
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come home with me - finn shelby x reader
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a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!
love, abi xxx
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prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.
warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺
Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.
“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.
“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”
“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.
Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.
“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.
“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”
“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.
“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.
“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.
“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.
However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.
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Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.
“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”
Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”
You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”
He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”
His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.
“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.
“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”
Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.
“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.
“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.
“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.
“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.
“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.
“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.
“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.
“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”
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