#the dragons are singing tonight

[godzilla-reads]

🔥The Dragons Are Singing Tonight by Jack Prelutsky and Peter Sís

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Dragons fierce and dragons friendly; dragons lurking outside castles and dragons bought at the mall- all spring to life in these poems and paintings.

Jack Prelutsky is one of my favorite children’s book authors and he works with so many illustrators. One of my other favorites he’s done is “The Headless Horseman Rides Tonight” with illustrations by Arnold Lobel. Anyway, this is such a fun book to read! Each poem is about different dragons and so many different subjects. There’s even a dragon that lives inside a computer! And Peter Sís brings each poem to life with his fabulous paintings. I’d have to say my favorite poem in this book was “I Have a Dozen Dragons”.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

BOOM the thunder dragon (from The Dragons Are Singing Tonight) might not be the most optimal dragon color (green) but they're still the most badass thing ever (fishes shiver in the ocean, when BOOM treads upon the shore) to me, and whenever I need to feel big and scary (like when getting a shot) i mutter "i am BOOM, the thunder dragon" to myself (aloud) and it works pretty good (the nurse was nice and didn't laugh at me for it) (or maybe they didn't dare >:)

[rivilu]

While we all know about Hawke's character-assasination in inquisition, I personally remain.. preplexed? a morbid kind of impressed? with how that game also managed to butcher my Warden with only about 5 lines of dialogue referring to him and a letter.

[darkdragon768]

Me and my mom tried Wonder today. She didn't know what the flower plant from Kart did so I wanted to play with her a classic 2D Mario to teach her.

Long story short, it's too many new buttons and functions, too "childish", too much text and not enough action (yet I was outrunning her in all the levels) so it's a dislike from her.

She wants a game with a lot of action? Oh you can have that! *starts Smash Ultimate*

[dragcnsdaughter]

literally my mind right now as i try and go through drafts

literally my mind when i try && do anything productive

[dragonanne4fun]

Such a good song. It’s one of those that, over the years, it’s been a comfort to listen to and a pray to sing.

[floralcrematorium]

2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition

Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min

• Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig • Viva La Vida - Coldplay • Rasputin - Boney M. • Glad You Came - The Wanted • Hot Mess - Cobra Starship • Counting Stars - OneRepublic • Fireflies - Owl City • Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges • Do Better - Say Anything • Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole • Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin • Survive - Sick Puppies • Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M. • Fairytale - Alexander Rybak • Everybody Loves Me - One Republic • Don't Mess With Me - temposhark • Mimimi - SEREBRO • I Like It Loud - Cash Cash • I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction • I'm ALIVE! - Becca • Lovestruck - Breathe Electric • I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae • Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench • Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie • Hard out Here - Lily Allen • Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars • I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy • Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams • Rock Star - Prima J • This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars • Hey Brother - Avicii • Cinderella - Tata Young • Centuries - Fall Out Boy • Déjà Vu - 3OH!3 • Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra • Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO • The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco • Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak • Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee • Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco • Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco • Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco • Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco • Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert • Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling • Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab • Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco • Killer - The Ready Set • How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA • This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy • Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance • Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida • Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester • I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters • One Woman Army - Porcelain Black • How To Start A War - Simon Curtis • Maps - Maroon 5 • Do Better - Say Anything • STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3 • Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch • The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin • Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes • When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire • Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla • Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco • Take Me to Church - Hozier • Viking Death March - Billy Talent • Headstrong - Trapt • Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind • Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind • Warriors - Imagine Dragons • iNSaNiTY - CircusP • Paralyzer - Finger Eleven • I'm Awesome - Spose • 24 - Jem • Clarity - Zedd, Foxes • Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am • The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco • Immortals - Fall Out Boy • Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne • Wake Me Up - Avicii • a thousand years - Christina Perri • Just Like Fire - P!nk • Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars • Safe And Sound - Capital Cities • Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde • Demons - Imagine Dragons • DNA - Little Mix • Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond • Victorious - Panic! At The Disco • 右肩の蝶 (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len • We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte • Hero - Skillet • Maraca - Mohombi • The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy • DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 • Teenage Dream - Katy Perry • SING - My Chemical Romance • Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen • White Rabbit - Egypt Central • Not Gonna Die - Skillet • The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars • We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup • Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park • Disco Pogo - Die Atzen • German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience • Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects • I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero • Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis • Still Into You - Paramore • Primadonna - MARINA • Pompeii - Bastille • 恋愛サーキュレーション (Renai Circulation) - 物語シリーズ • Awake And Alive - Skillet • Monster - Skillet • Poker Face - Lady Gaga • Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

[pinkwright]

if u rlly wanna kiss me | shuri udaku.

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pairing — bestfriend!shuri x bar singer!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — ride the dragon by fka twigs

warnings — shuri’s touchy, dom!shuri, fingering (r!receiving), light choking but also not rlly choking, reader is easily embarrassed (a lil projecting yk), they’re best friends, shuri is a lil mean n condescending, verbal kink (?), humiliation kink (again projection my apologies), slight love kink lol, dirty talk but its sweet imo, n i think that’s it.

a/n — completely forgot about taglists but u can send me an ask to be on it ! for now i'm just tagging the inspos n some of my fav accs <3

⟢˚ @rxcently @saintwrld @shurismainbxtch @playgurlxoxo @verachii @dejaonline @mbakuetshurisprincess @ppawmpkin

ஜ

if you really wanna kiss me, kiss me quickly (do it quickly, do it, do it, do it quickly, do it, do it)

“thank you everyone”, you laugh. your voice rings through the area as the claps ring out, cheers echoing through your favourite bar to perform at. a cheeky smile is spreading across your cheeks and your heart is pumping with adrenaline.

your heart races as you make your way down the stairs, looking into the dark eyes of your best friend as she holds her hand out for you to grasp. “brilliant,” she firmly pulls you close. “as always, s’thandwa.” murmuring the words against the shell of your ear.

the blood rushes to your face, shielded by the depths of the tones of your skin as you flash her a quick shy smile and clear your throat, muttering her thanks under your breath. you let her walk you to your dressing room, exchanging greetings with both familiar and unfamiliar faces, as you take to trying to ignore shuri’s warm firm press on the skin of your lower back.

the soft neo-soul track dampens with the soft click of your dressing room door, and you go to gather your belongings, you stop to reapply your lip gloss and lock eyes with shuri in the mirror. she’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across her torso, and you find she’s watching you like a cat does her prey.

“you’re so devastatingly gifted, you know that?” she sings in that low alluring voice of hers. the beating of your heart rings in your ears as her words settle into a tight ball in the depths of your stomach. you can hear yourself giggle nervously as you avert your eyes, muttering out a weak, “stop”, as you put your lip gloss and the last of your stuff in your bag.

shuri laughs softly with a smirk on her pretty lips, pushing off the door as you approach her, “you never could take a compliment.” the roll of your eyes prompts her to laugh louder as she opens the door for you to make your way to her car. the ignition rumbles into a start then she's reversing into the route to your apartment.

she hums softly, embarrassingly, to your own track and you take the opportunity to admire her. shuri’s and your relationship was hard to describe; while traditionally you were best friends – the pet names, the touches, and the way she spoke to you, not to mention the constant tension, all said something completely different. the logical part of you defined it as shuri’s interest in you but the sensing side of yourself denied that idea vehemently – there was just no way the queen of wakanda, the black panther, and quite frankly, the light of your life was in love with you.

“y/n, baby, you good?”

you snap out of your thoughts and find that you’re parked outside of your building. shuri’s dark eyes are intense as they roam over your seated figure and you smile softly, definitely not into you, “yeah, are you coming up tonight?” you blink at the insinuation in your words. opening the door to jump out and keeping it slightly ajar to hear her hum of agreement.

before you can get pulled into your thoughts, your loft apartment door is closing and you're throwing yourself on your couch with a deep sigh. shuri places herself right next to you, her hand sliding over your thigh as she guides your leg over hers. your foot falls between her man-spread legs and she essentially draws you right against her, inadvertently spreading your legs as your head lulls to rest in the dip of her neck. she sighs as she mindlessly traces patterns on your heated skin, and you try, desperately, to tame the fire growing under your skin.

the silence is filled with a tension you can feel with every expanse of your lungs, every beat of your heart, and every pump of blood through your veins but also carries that familiar comfort and calm that comes with being around shuri. her hand switches from brushing along your inner calf to the muscles of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as you subconsciously drop your legs open that much more – just enough for her to notice, surely. her hand pauses and you freeze at the chuckle that leaves her lips, moving into her form, as if you could disappear into her if you pressed close enough.

“something you want to say to me, y/n?”

your head draws further into her neck as you stammer out her name, your ribs feeling like cages to the heat overflowing within you, “i think you know.” your voice shakes as you hear her let out a click of disapproval.

“i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what i want to hear.” her voice has the condescending lure of a siren disparaging her victim. you whimper, she's being so mean. slowly, you bring yourself to straddle her and drop your gaze to her lips to avoid that look in her eyes, “you’re acting dumb on purpose.” you whine out in utter humiliation.

her hands grip your waist to still your gyrating hips, pressing you into her lap, “i need to hear you say it, angel. can you do that for me?” her lips are brushing your cheekbone, and she's squeezing your skin.

your lips part, wanting to hear more, and feel more, “shuri, please… please i need you.” you're breathless. the words spill out as desperate gasps of air and you're embarassed by how wet that makes you. you felt like you couldn't breathe, the heated atmosphere deliciously suffocating.

you feel her smirk spread as her hands slip down your thighs and play with the hem of your skirt, she hums as one hand makes its way to exactly where you need her. the other wrapping around your neck to bring your gaze to hers, she hates when your eyes aren’t on hers. you exhale a stuttered breath as you look into the intensity of them, she looks like she wants to ruin you. your pussy clenches as your hips buck, every breath shared between the both of you fuelling the pool between your legs.

those slender fingers slip into your panties and immediately slide over your clit, and you're moaning out. shuri's bringing your lips right against her own, not kissing you, just holding you there — breathing air into and stealing the air from your lungs, simultaneously giving you life, and taking it away from you.

“that’s it, my pretty fucking baby, let me feel you.”

her voice is coaxing you towards the ocean of your release and guiding you to rock your hips in time with her fingers. you’re whimpering, pleading with her to give you more, and more – you want everything she has to give. she chuckles, that condescending lilt humiliating you but simultaneously adding to the tightening in your core, she slips a finger into your entrance and you’re crying out into the swell of her lips, “please, please, please… shuri”.

“tell me you love me, s'thandwa, and i'll take you there.”

she starts to circle the swell of your clit with the pad of her thumb, your eyes momentarily shut, and all you can see, hear, and breathe is her. the exchange of breath, the coo of her voice, and suddenly you're insatiable — you need her. if you were more coherent you would have heard the mirrored desperation laced in her tone, like she needed to hear that to continue living, needed you to fuel her existence.

the warmth from the humiliation of feeling so exposed pushes you further, as she gives you a second finger and presses right against your spot. your hips are stuttering as you wetly gasp out her name. “i know, i know angel, that’s my spot, isn’t it? right there hm? that’s where you need me?”

your form twitches at her words, your pussy clenching around her fingers, drawing her deeper into you, wanting her home, “i love you; i love you so much, please shuri, please.” you’re crying out. your hand is gripping the arm working your dripping pussy, your hips canting to the pretty melody of her thrusts, and her eyes are boring into yours as you beg her to bring you over. her grip around your throat tightens slightly, her thumb brushing up and down the tendon, as she curls her fingers to brush your spot, her spot, and you’re stilling.

“ndiphilele s'thandwa sam' (come for me, my love).”

then you’re sobbing out your orgasm, your body is shaking violently, feeling shuri’s sharp intake of breath against your lips as she works and talks you through it. you’re panting into her mouth, tears collecting on the lashes of your shut eyes as you try to breathe through the aftershocks. you feel shuri’s praises rather than hear them, her hands caressing the bare expanse of your ribs, “there you go. breathe for me, nkosazana, come back to me.”

when you come to, shuri’s gazing at you so deeply that you’re forced to slightly pull back and look down at her lips again, “you haven’t kissed me”, you whisper. you roll your lips in embarrassment when she just tilts her head and smirks. “stop," you drag the syllable out, "i literally told you i love you while i was coming on your fingers, nigga. and you still haven’t kissed me.” you whine as you slightly push her shoulder.

“i love you, y/n. ungumoya endiphefumelayo, ungulukhanyo lwam' (you are the air that I breathe, you are [the giver of] my sight). the sole bearer of my soul," she pauses. her hand rises to gently grip yours, and bring it to rest on the beating of her heart, "and look at me. i need you to know that above all of that, uluvuko wam', sthandwa (you are [the cause of] my resurrection, love).”

she looks at you seriously, unrelentingly, wanting her words to sink into the crevices of your skin to carve themselves within your psyche, and your eyes instantly fill with tears as you whisper her name with a tremble.

a squeeze of your waist and she’s leaning in as you shakily exhale and, in a moment, her lips are on yours, moving in synchronicity, melting over yours like the sun into the horizon. shuri’s kissing you like she wants to breathe you in, trapping you in place so you have no choice but to take and take everything she’s giving you.

she loves you.

do it quickly ‘fore the end of the song, waiting a minute for your love.

ஜ

[cooliestghouliest]

PUTTY, chapter two

(chapter one), (chapter two), (chapter three)

PAIRING: virgin!Eddie/former cheerleader!Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve got a thing for Eddie. Eddie’s got a thing for you. You both just continue to use Olly as an excuse to spend more time stealing glances at each other, until you realize you’re the one who’s gonna need to do something about it.

SERIES TAGS and C/W’s: mutual pining, experienced!Reader, inexperienced!Eddie but he’s eager to learn, mostly sub!Eddie, insecurities and self doubt, narcissistic and/or absent parents, jealousy, mean basketball players, hurt/comfort, they smoke weed, eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), uniform kink, dirty talk, foot jobs, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), public sex, sex toys, unprotected PiV. more to be added as this progresses!!!

WORD COUNT: 3.1k+

TAG LIST: @emma77645

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The night ended with Eddie sprawled out on his back against the hard ground, dark curls wet with sweat and face tinged pink from exertion. His little brother’s foot was on his chest, the heel of his tiny biker boot digging deep enough for Eddie to feel the weight of an indentation being made.

Although it would have been very easy to maneuver out of the hold Olly had him under, Eddie decided to call it a night and admit defeat. He was tired and hungry, but he knew the younger boy could probably last another hour or so out here, running off his endless childhood energy.

Eddie could not.

Eddie needed time to recuperate. He needed sustenance. Cold beer and concoctions of leftovers sitting in the fridge were calling his name.

Back in realtime, Olly raised his dull stick high in the air above his brother, ready to strike.

You, who’d disappeared into the trailer twenty or so minutes prior, came to Eddie’s rescue just as the makeshift weapon was about to make contact.

“Wait!” you called out, fingers moving to wrap around the bark, halting the boy. Olly looked nothing short of offended, mouth dropping at the audacity of his supposed Princess’ actions. You had to stifle a laugh at his expression.

“My dutiful nobleman, you’ve more than proved yourself to be a true warrior tonight. Buuuuut,” you sing-songed, brows lifting in suggestion. “Maybe we don’t slay the dragon. Maybe we keep him...” you paused for dramatic effect, dropping your attention to Eddie, “... as a pet.”

He probably shouldn’t have, and he didn’t know why he did, but Eddie really liked the sound of that.

“And we can make him do stuff for us?!” Olly exclaimed, his stick dropping to the ground immediately. The little boy loved the idea of having some sort of semblance of control over his older brother, even if it was all pretend.

“Sure,” you grinned, cheeks dimpling in amusement. You offered your hand out to Eddie to help him up as Olly ran around in circles, punching the air in celebration. Your tone was playful as you asked, “Right, Eddie? You’ll do stuff for us?”

Eddie thought he’d probably do just about anything you asked of him.

Jump off the highest cliff at Lover’s Lake? Right away. Run stark naked in the daylight down Maple Street? In a heartbeat. Never listen to another Dio album again for as long as he lived? Dio, who?

Play it cool, play it cool, Eddie thought.

He grabbed your hand, accepting the help, happy to have an excuse for any skin-to-skin contact he could get, and pulled himself back up into a standing position.

Making a show of clearing his throat, Eddie gave a deep bow, one hand pressed to his back as the other swirled in front of him. “Of course, my lieges,” he professed. “You’ve spared my life, and I am forever indebted to you.” Still dipped down, he rose his gaze to you, lips upturning. “Anything you want, my Princess.”

You bit the corner of your bottom lip, trying to stop your smile from growing too wide. You indulged yourself in a few more moments of silent eye contact before clapping your hands together and turning your attention to Olly. “Great!” you declared. “Now, Sir Olly, inside is a grand feast of garlic bread and spaghetti. I’ll be right in to help you wash your hands.”

The little boy let out an elated cheer and hurried around the side of the trailer, eager to eat a home-cooked meal for once. With Wayne working odd hours and Eddie not very skilled in the culinary arts, Olly was used to a cuisine of fast food or lunch meat sandwiches to fill his belly.

Aside from the yearly Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, that’s what Eddie had been used to as well. All his life.

His face softened at the realization that you’d actually cooked for Olly, and had cooked something of substance, nonetheless. You didn’t just throw a frozen dinner in the microwave or boil some Kraft mac and cheese, but you instead made a meal that required more than the most minimal of efforts.

Preoccupied by his thoughts, it took Eddie a few moments to realize you hadn’t yet followed Olly inside.

“You too, pet,” you said, curving your pointer and middle fingers at him in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

“You made some for me?” he asked, too shocked he was included in his little brother’s dinnertime to even register how you’d deferred to him. Pet. Had he realized, he would have had to grab Olly’s discarded cape to station directly in front of the zipper of his pants.

You weren’t Eddie’s nanny. There was no obligation to dote on his needs. Yet still, you had.

A distantly familiar warmth was beginning to spread throughout Eddie’s chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time bubbling right under the surface.

He didn’t have a chance to register just exactly what this feeling was before you answered. “You said anything I want, remember?” you reminded him. “And I want you to eat. Now come inside.”

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

You liked to follow a schedule and routine.

If you were left to your own devices 24/7 with ample free time, your lifelong nasty habit of overthinking would rear its ugly, judgmental head.

You aren’t doing enough, you’re doing too much, you should be back in school, you should be thinking about when you want to start a family, you should really try to put yourself out there more, you should try to stop coming on too strong, you should have more hobbies, you don’t make enough time for your family, you’ve changed, you shouldn’t be so stuck in your ways.

If you were being honest, the voice of your inner monologue sounded an awful lot like your mother’s.

Because of your adamant strife against letting your spiteful subconscious dialogue win, you made sure you were on the go or at least always had something to do to look forward to.

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday mornings were for Olly, while the nights were for PiYo, animal shelter volunteering, and secondhand store browsing. You coached two different cheerleading groups on Thursdays at the local YMCA, a morning class and an evening one. All day and night Friday were for Olly as well.

Saturdays were on-call for nannying, but Wayne typically had the day off, so you would often spend the afternoon hanging out with your sisters and then would spend the night suffering through dinner with your parents.

Sundays were the only day you allowed yourself to stay cooped up in your small apartment, usually with the distraction of a sci-fi or fantasy book, the genre intentional so you could get lost in a new universe for hours at a time.

You mostly looked forward to Fridays, because you knew Eddie would be home after three.

Technically, per Wayne’s initial briefing on your nannying schedule, you were able to go your own way whenever the older Munson brother got home. You suspected Eddie wasn’t aware of this, as he never mentioned it or asked why you always stuck around, so you’d continue to forego that bit of information in order to stay with no questions asked.

Eddie was none the wiser. He thought you were doing it to stretch out the hours you got to spend with Olly. It never occurred to Eddie you could also be trying to stretch out the hours you got to spend with him.

You would have lunch made for the three of you by the time Eddie got home from school. Then dinner would be served by six, the portion size enough so that there’d be leftovers for all the Munson’s later in the week.

Cooking was one of your favorite things to do. It was something you’d enjoyed since you were a child, when you’d spend the summer months in Turks and Caicos with your restaurant-mogul of a grandmother.

This is why, when Wayne lightheartedly mentioned to you once that you didn’t need to continue to spoil the Munson men with all of these different meals, you brushed it off and didn’t even for a second consider scaling back.

After dinner, you and Olly would typically watch reruns of Garfield or He-Man or one of his favorite three movies, whether it was Benji, The Muppet Movie, or Escape to Witch Mountain. Eddie would pretend to be busy with homework in the kitchen or would tune his guitar in Olly’s room with the door open, but really, he’d be watching you.

No matter how many times you’d seen the same episode or the same movie, Olly being a creature of habit and liking what he liked, you would be just as engrossed as the first time, eyes unwavering from the story unfolding before you on the small television screen.

Luckily for Eddie, this meant he didn’t have to worry about your attention diverting from the living room and finding him almost hypnotized by your every move.

He couldn’t help it, and in the secrecy of the shadowed kitchen or hidden halfway behind Olly’s bedroom door, he didn’t even want to try to hide it. He wanted to indulge himself.

Just like you, Fridays had also become his favorite day of the week, and not only because school was out for the following two days.

Friday was Eddie’s day to study the curve of your neck as you pulled your hair up in a messy bun while cooking dinner. It was his day to store to memory the high-pitched giggle that came from you at a funny joke in The Muppet Movie (one you’d had to have heard at least a hundred times by now). It was Eddie’s day to watch as your eyes grew heavy, blinking closed for minutes at a time here and there, head lolling gently against the armrest of the couch you were spread out on, surely exhausted from a long week of chasing his rambunctious little brother around.

Yeah, Eddie loved Fridays.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Eddie frequently took smoke breaks outside on the small porch of the trailer. You, typically busy keeping his energetic brother happy, had never followed him out before. That didn’t stop Eddie from sometimes imagining you sitting next to him on the loveseat in the front yard, talking late into the night about serious shit and stupid shit and all the other shit in between.

In his head, he’d tell you about Hellfire’s newest campaign, and you’d listen intently, chin in your palm, head tilted toward him to take in every word he was saying. He’d tell you about what a hard-on Higgins had for him this year. Then you’d tell him about the Pilates classes that he’s seen you in at Starcourt, and maybe you’d teach him a move or two. You’d vent about some asshole you’d run into during your day, which would cause Eddie to simmer with rage when thinking someone in this world would be anything but gentle with you.

Eddie wanted those conversations. He’d get so lost in those imaginary scenarios sometimes that the cherry of his cigarette would start to burn his fingertips because he’d smoked it down past the filter, distracted, mind off somewhere in another reality.

And then one night, as if he’d finally manifested it, you did follow him out.

He’d been leaned against the side of the trailer with the roach of a joint between his lips, flicking a lighter absentmindedly.

“Ed?”

Surprised at your voice, the lighter flung from his fingers and his body jolted up off the paneled surface of the mobile home.

You stifled a laugh at his reaction, taking a few steps closer as Eddie bent over and began scrambling in search of the Zippo he’d flung. “Olly ditched me for bedtime. Want some company?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, definitely. Totally don’t... I don’t mind. I would, um, I’d very much like it...”

So smooth, Munson, he thought to himself, fingers finally finding the lighter. Modern day wordsmith you are. Beyond charming.

You smiled, finding each and every one of Eddie’s mannerisms as endearing as the rest. You liked how sometimes he’d stumble over his words when you spoke to him, and you especially liked how flustered it made him when your attention was fully on him and nothing else.

Didn’t that have to mean something?

You’d seen Eddie in action in public before. He wasn’t shy or timid, so there had to be a reason he acted that way with you, right? Maybe the feelings you’d had for him for years now were reciprocated.

Tonight, you decided you were tired of only hoping this was the case, and you were on a secret mission to finally find out for sure.

You made your way to the loveseat a few feet away. You sat crisscross, the weathered fabric lightly scratching at the skin of your legs. “Sit with me.” You patted the empty space next to you.

Eddie breathed in deep and forced his legs to move toward you before he could second-guess himself, plopping his full weight down on the sofa beside you.

Much to his surprise, without a word, you plucked the small remnants of the joint from his lips and grabbed the lighter from his hand. He watched in awe as you lit it and breathed in. You let the smoke billow in your lungs before you leaned your back against the cushioning of the loveseat, relaxing into it with an exhale.

When you glanced back at him, Eddie looked incredulous.

“Wait, wait, wait -- you smoke weed?”

You laughed and inhaled another smaller hit before passing it over to him. Eddie took it and matched your hit, a quick in and out, eager for your answer.

“I’m full of surprises, Eddie,” you informed, matter-of-factly. “You know, I’d always sit inside and wonder if you’d ever invite me out here with you. But,” you offered a pout and Eddie wanted to bite your lips, “you never did.”

He took a moment to study your face. It was dark outside, probably nearing nine-thirty by now, but the glow from the streetlamp near the trailer was a golden halo around you, illuminating the shape of your face, the softness of your hair, the warmth in your eyes.

“I didn’t know you’d wanna come out here with me,” he defended.

You made a ‘psh-ing’ noise with your mouth. “Come on, Munson. I practically fawn after you whenever you leave the room. Always waiting for you to turn around and see me.”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He laughed, the noise sounding more like a scoff. “Yeah, right.” He took one more hit off the joint before leaning over to stamp it out in the ground, pocketing the paper to toss later.

Eddie Munson was not a litterer.

“I’m not lying!” you exclaimed, bringing your hand out to playfully shove at his shoulder. “I really like spending time around you.”

He felt like all the air was forced from his lungs at your admission. “You’re really serious?” he asked, voice quiet. Not that he necessarily thought you were fucking with him -- you’d never given him a reason to believe you were mean-spirited like that -- but Eddie was so used to things he wanted not working out for him, or things that seemed too good to be true actually being too good to be true. In this instance, he fleetingly and insecurely thought maybe he was the butt of some joke. Have the Princess fake fall for him only to break his Freak heart for fun.

You were very serious, but you chose not to answer him directly. You had a feeling offering only words wasn’t going to cut it. “Wanna come to a party with me when Wayne gets home? I told Chrissy I’d stop by. I’d like it if you came with.”

Eddie balked at her. A party? A party that popular, real-life Barbie doll Chrissy Cunningham would be hosting? That did not sound like a place for the likes of himself, unless he was invited to sell. He liked Chrissy, she was nice to him, but her friends, which also unfortunately happened to be your friends from high school, were not.

“I don’t know... Parties aren't really my kind of thing...”

“Please, Eddie,” you asked, eyes going round and voice beseeching. He had to stifle a groan at the soft solicit coming from you. You sounded so desperate for your wish to be granted. Your wish for him to spend time with you. Eddie loved hearing your voice in general, but hearing it like that? Music to his ears. Like a Sabbath song if sung by a super smokin’, staunchly sweet angel.

He chewed on his lower lip, weighing his options.

This could all be a rouse to embarrass him in front of the masses at some jock-packed party, further pinning him as a lovesick, gullible idiot — a laughable loser who thinks he’s got the girl in the bag.

But he really, really didn’t think you would do that.

You cooked for him. You cleaned his rings once with baking soda that time Olly had taken them and buried them in the mud as a prank. You sometimes helped him with calculus. You’d play with his hair if he sat in front of you while watching sitcoms. He thought you did that last one absently. You did it very much intentionally.

What fun was life if you weren’t taking chances?

Eddie was typically more of the adventurous type anyway. Maybe he would have a good time. Doubtful, knowing where the party was, but begrudgingly possible, knowing he’d have you by his side.

He mentally rolled a die in his head for courage.

Eddie Munson was not afraid of what people thought about him. Deep down inside him, sure, yeah, it didn’t feel great that his neighbors thought he ritually sacrificed goats or kept body parts hidden under his bed. But to the public, Eddie knew people thought he was confident and unbothered, if also insanely eccentric.

He needed to be that Eddie right now.

Eddie imagined the die bouncing on the long wooden table in the drama room at school, where Hellfire commenced. Hellfire. Those guys thought the world of him. Dustin would be smacking him in the back of the head right now for even hesitating to go to a party with a pretty lady.

The die stopped rolling.

Henderson’s face was there in lieu of numbers.

Good enough.

“Party it is, Princess.”

The grin that spread across your face made him forget all about everything in the entire world. He’d waited months now for you to look at him like that. All wide-eyed and deeply dimpled cheeks

When you threw your arms around his neck in a feat of success, Eddie felt invincible.

If you were hanging on him like this, how could this night possibly go wrong?

[dodger-chan]

Based off of this idea, originating with @rogueddie (also on ao3)

Steve was looking at Eddie. He had to. There wasn’t anything else worth looking at in the theater.

That sounded weird.

Steve was looking at Eddie. Because unlike Steve, Eddie was not bored out of his skull by the music, the overacting, the complete absence of story.

That last complaint was unfair. There was a story. Eddie’d summed it up for him on the drive over. Steve just couldn’t follow the story with all the singing being in Italian. Or German. Maybe.

He’d gotten used to hearing a bunch of different languages living with Robin, and being able to tell them apart, but everything sounded different when sung. And everything was sung.

Eddie, who only spoke English and nerd, didn’t seem to have any trouble following the opera. Or if he wasn’t following it, he didn’t care. He was clearly having the time of his life, his joy reflected in the smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes.

So yeah, Steve was looking at Eddie.

Steve looked away quickly when the music stopped and the lights went up. It would be weird if Eddie caught him staring.

“Is it over?” he asked hopefully. It sure felt like they’d been sitting there for several hours.

“It’s intermission.” Right. Halftime. Or, no, the program said there were two intermissions. So one third of the way. “You’re not enjoying it?”

“It’s not my thing, but it isn’t so bad.” Steve lied. He could get through this. He’d survived worse.

It was a good thing no one had told the Russians about Wagner.

“Want to walk around for a bit? Stretch our legs?”

----

Walking around made Steve feel like he was doing something. Something other than staring at Eddie. Though with Eddie bouncing on his toes and excited hand gestures as he gushed about what they’d just seen Steve couldn’t keep from staring a little.

“Is this your first opera?” An older woman in evening wear asked Eddie. She was smiling kindly, but Steve knew how fake those kind smiles could be. He took note of the wrinkles around her eyes, the graying roots of her hair, any flaws she might be sensitive to, in case she was about to bring up the worn knee in Eddie’s best jeans.

Not everyone could afford a tux like her escort.

“Second, actually. Steve and I saw Don Giovanni here about four, five months ago.” That had been boring, too. But Eddie had loved it, even though he’d been a little embarrassed at enjoying a snobby, rich person kind of thing. So Steve had bought tickets to another opera as soon as he’d saved up enough for two. “I’ve heard Tristan und Isolde before, but it’s different live.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

And then the two of them started talking way, way above Steve’s head, with musical terms he’d have sworn were made up. Like, harmonic was a music thing, sure, but suspension had to do with cars.

It was so much like when Dustin and Eddie talked about Dungeons and Dragons that Steve had to smile.

“And they’re off.” The woman’s escort was smiling, too. He jerked his head in the direction of the bar. “C’mon. Let’s you and I get drinks while my wife and your boyfriend talk shop.”

Steve took three full steps before the words sank in.

“Shit,” he breathed. That was why he’d spent months setting aside money for opera tickets. And why he’d needed two. And why he’d spent all of act one entertaining himself with Eddie’s facial expressions. He was in love with Eddie.

Steve turned around.

“I’m very sorry,” he interrupted the woman. He was a little sorry; Eddie seemed to be enjoying her conversation. “I need to borrow this guy for ten seconds.”

“What the hell?” Eddie asked as Steve pulled him away from any potential eavesdroppers.

“Do you want this to be a date?”

“Um, what?”

“Tonight. This. A date.” Maybe Steve wasn’t making a lot of sense. He tried again. “That woman you were talking to, her husband called you my boyfriend-”

“Oh, shit, Steve, I’m sorry- '' Eddie started.

“Don’t be. Unless, you don’t want to be. My boyfriend, that is.” Steve looked directly into Eddie’s eyes. “Because I’d really like it if you’d be my boyfriend.”

“I’d like that, too.”

They couldn’t kiss in such a public place. But once they were back in their seats and the lights went down, no one would be able to see if they were holding hands.

Steve was suddenly looking forward to act two.

[nilolol30]

Cigarette lips

(TW: smoking, mention of alcohol and a kiss)

MK and Mei hosted a get together this week it was a annual thing they did to have a fun time with everyone, slowly more people got invited after events well more like MK befriended them or got in good enough terms.

You weren't a social person but you decided to try and step out of your comfort zone for a bit who knows maybe you'll have a good time!

It was an hour into the night.

And you weren't having a good time.

Not that you wasn't enjoying the company of your friends but it was crowded the music was loud and it was getting really hot, the food and drinks were okay though.

Mei ran off to make a list of karaoke requests and ran around the bar to ask everyone if they had a song request, not wanting to get caught up in that you taped MKs shoulder "Hey I'm gonna head out for a breather okay?" Mk nodded in understanding.

"Want someone to go with you?" You shook your head and got up, grabbing your bag you headed outside of the bar for a bit surprisingly the smoking area was empty you can guess everyone is enjoying the night inside.

Finding a seat away from the doors you sat down and digged through your bag, you made a small promise to Pigsy to try and cut back on smoking but right now you felt like you needed it.

After a bit you fell into a comfortable silence at least it wasn't so cold tonight, but you nearly dropped the lit cigarette after you jumped seeing a silhouette on the chair next to you.

"Woah careful you might fall of your chair" The silhouette chuckled, Macaque.

"Well can't blame me you creepy ass, I didn't think you'd come" Macaque smiled and lazily leaned back into the chair "Eh had some free time and thought I'd be a super cool mentor and accept the kids invite, but what about you?" He made a small gesture to the doors before adding "Aren't you gonna party? Heard the dragon got everyone up and singing."

You shrugged "Just needed some fresh air" Macaque let out a small hum "Well this is the opposite of fresh air don't you think?" He pointed to the cigarette between your fingers "I thought you quit."

"I didn't 'quit' I said I'd cut down on it" He only raised an eyebrow at your attempt of a defense but he let the topic drop "So you not gonna go on stage?" You couldn't see inside of the bar but you can hear Tangs attempt at singing a duet with Pigsy no doubt Mei will record it.

"Hm nah I'd rather the only thing to hear me sing is my isolated kitchen and shower" Macaque snickered a bit "Aw you wouldn't make an acception for lil ol' me?" He poked his own cheek giving a small wink.

"Aren't you the most theatrical person here? Why don't you get on stage?" You take a quick hit of your smoke turning away to blow so the smoke wouldn't get in Macaque's face "Hey I'm a story teller not a singer and even if I was I doubt I'd last long on that stage" he pointed to his ears.

"Ah right but isn't singing a form of storytelling?" Now it's your turn to smirk and you lean towards Macaque.

"Ah but it can often leave out many details and I am all about details" you both laugh for a bit "Hey want a drink?" Macaque offered but you shook your head and leaned back to your seat "No thanks had my fill tonight" He nodded and pulled out his own drink from whatever portal he made.

You both sat in silence Macaque occasionally sipping his drink while you took a huff while turning away from him to let out the excess smoke "Hey I'm going to be having another shadow play again wanna watch my brilliant show?" Macaque smiled and confidently puffed out his chest.

"Really? They still let you perform shows after your whole stunt with Mk?" From what you remember so much property was destroyed even the stage, you would have thought he got banned "Pf of course! I fixed the place...after I got back and I'm the best they got, they're lucky to have me 'work' there" in his laugher Macaque almost spilled his drink thankfully he only spilled some over his hand.

Shrugging you agreed "Sure I'm curious on what you'll come up with" you glanced at Macaque as he was licking the liquor off his hand.

He smiled, whipping his hand on his clothes and leaned towards you moving his chair closer to yours "Then I'll make sure to reserve a special seat just for you~" you put out your cigarette in the ashtray with a smile "Oh? I'm special now~"

Macaque winked again "Of course, and since you're so special I'll start preparing the show for an earlier day for such a special person!" he jumped out of his chair abandoning his half finished drink on the table and turned to you "But how about a gift for the road huh?"

Macaque points to his lips with a smirk, you let out a laugh you signal him to come closer to which he did and pulled him into a kiss.

It was short but to the point both of you pulling away he smiled letting his finger trace your lips "That was great...'cept next time I don't think tobacco suits those lips" standing back up straight Macaque fell through the portal underneath his feet.

You continued to sit outside for a bit with a smile before deciding to join the party again, standing up you took the pack of cigarettes form your bag and placed it onto the table for whatever lucky person to find them, you take the drink Macaque previously abandoned and walked back inside.

[cambion-companion]

I'd like to request a list prompt of Soft Aemond during Reader's pregnancy.

Soooo this one took a life of its own...stop reading like...halfway thru if you don't want smut/only fluff

Word count: 1583

Aemond x fem!preg!reader | breastfeeding kink | dad Aemond | they have a daughter already | fluff and sweetness |18+ only | High Valyrian

You sat with a sigh of relief upon the cushions of your bedroom sofa, holding the swell of your pregnant belly with both hands for support.

“Muña, look what kepa and I made together!”  The eager voice of your five year old daughter met your ears as she ran over to where you sat, placing a dragon miniature upon your knee.

“What a beautiful dragon!”  Despite your aching muscles you met the girl’s enthusiasm with a bright encouraging smile. “Have you given it a name?”

“We were considering Urrax, though Melysa wants to name her after you.”  Aemond, who had entered the room shortly after his daughter, smiled down upon you both. “I think that’s a great idea!”

A small hand touched your abdomen as Melysa felt for the familiar kicks of your baby. “What are we naming her?”

Aemond crouched beside Melysa, placing his own hand atop hers, his violet eye flicking to your face while his sapphire eye refracted the light from the fireplace.

You smiled at your little family, caressing the back of Aemond’s hand with your fingers. “You think it’s going to be a girl, Melysa?”

“I know…” Your daughter’s silver hair, so much like her father’s, shone in the dim firelight. “I’ve seen it.”

Aemond raised a brow at you briefly before kissing Melysa’s curly head. “You must help us come up with a name, then.  Only later!”  With a swift movement, he scooped her into his arms.

She shrieked as he tickled her sides, squirming to escape his strong arms.  Aemond relented, pressing another kiss to Melysa’s forehead.  Her lilac eyes gazed up at him in adoration as she gripped a lock of his long hair in a tiny fist.

“I think it’s time for bed.”  You said, shifting your bare feet closer to the crackling fire for warmth. “Passed time, in fact.”  Aemond agreed, shushing Melysa’s immediate protestations.

You rose, grabbing the dragon from off your knee and carrying it as you followed your husband and daughter into the adjacent room.  Aemond placed Melysa carefully under the covers of her bed, tucking her in and caressing her hair.

You sat at the foot of the mattress, leaning forward to place her small dragon in the crook of her arm.  You ran a finger down her smiling cheek.  “Goodnight, my love.”

“Sing me a song, muña.”

“Darling, not tonight.”

Melysa whined. “Please.”

You looked pleadingly at your husband. “Aemond…”

“Close your eyes, perzītsos.  My little flame.”  Aemond began humming a low, soothing tune.

You watched, entranced, privy to a scene only you and your daughter would ever see.  His voice was lovely, you closed your own eyes as the melody he hummed rose and fell.  You felt your shoulders relaxing, your clasped hands falling loose in your lap.

Soft lips brushed against yours and you opened your eyes, looking into the handsome angular face you loved so much.

“Come, my love.  Let me take care of you.”  Aemond took your hand, guiding you back into your shared chambers and sitting you down upon the sofa once more.

He knelt before you, his back to the fire, and moved your feet to rest upon his lap.  Aemond began rubbing small circles into the sole of one foot, a small gasp of relief escaped your lips despite yourself.

“Thank you, my dragon.”

“You are the one carrying our child, Y/N.”  Aemond tilted his head at you, a curtain of his silver hair falling across his shoulder.  “It is the least I can do.”  He pressed a loving kiss to your instep before moving to the other foot.

You sighed, leaning back against the cushions, closing your weary eyes as you allowed yourself to relax for the first time that day.  You began to drift off once more, only to be awoken by the press of Aemond’s chest against your own as he trailed featherlight kisses up your shoulder to your neck.

“Mm, Aemond.”  You turned your head lazily until your mouth found his.

He kissed you tenderly, worshipfully, savoring the nectar of your lips and the swell of your full breasts underneath his exploring hands.

“Come to bed, Y/N.”

“I could fall asleep right here.”

“That would be terrible for your back.”  Aemond chuckled, helping you rise from the couch.

He slid under the thick covers next to you, helping you shift pillows to support your round belly.  You snuggled in close to your husband, savoring his warmth on this chill winter night.  Your head rested in the crook of his neck, and you placed a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat.  

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed a pleased sound as you continued pressing lazy kisses to his exposed neck.

“I love you.”

He turned to face you, stroking a large hand along your abdomen as he looked into your face.  “As I love you, nuhys qēlos.”

“Mmm, what does that mean again?”

“My star.”

“Ah.”  You breathed, taking his hand in yours and guiding it up to caress your breast once more. “It feels good when you massage here.”

Aemond shifted onto his elbow, so he had better access to use both his hands.  He smiled mischievously down at you. “You won’t hear me complaining.”

You laughed with him, ending with a gasp as he squeezed your flesh a little too hard. “Softer, please.  Don’t get too eager, valzȳrys.”

“Very good.”  Aemond pressed his lips to the fabric of your thin nightgown, just above where his hands kneaded more gently now.  “You have no idea what it does to me hearing you speak High Valyrian, ābrazȳrys.”

He unlaced the neck of your shift, dragging the fabric down to free your breasts fully, dragging his fingers across your pert nipples.  Your milk had already wetted your nightgown at his administrations, and now beaded against his fingers.

You saw Aemond’s tongue dart out to wet his lips as he gazed down at your full bosom.

His dilated eye found yours. “May I?”  He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the flesh just above your areola.

“Yes.”  Your breathing had become short, the exhaustion you’d been feeling momentarily forgotten. “I’d like that very much.”

Your breasts had become heavy from the milk they carried, though it certainly wouldn’t have crossed your mind to have Aemond help in such a way.

He was eager, however, taking your nipple into his mouth.  You encouraged him to take you properly, reaching to cup your breast in your hand, the back of his head with the other.  The feeling of his hot mouth around you, the tingling trickle of your milk letting down, sent a pleasurable warmth pooling in your core.

Aemond groaned against your breast, you could hear the intimate noises as he suckled and swallowed your milk.  Your fingers wound themselves tightly in his long silky hair as you moaned quietly, your head falling back onto the soft pillow. Your free hand wandered down your body, trying to reach your wanting center but unable to get past your pregnant belly.

Your body shuddered as Aemond’s warm hand found your mound, dipping his longer fingers into the heat of your essence.  He released your nipple with a pop, looking reverently up at you as a dribble of milk dripped off his chin onto your heaving chest.

“Aemond.” You whimpered, the lewd sight of him so disheveled and vulnerable causing your swollen clitoris to pulse with pleasure.

Aemond removed his hands from your slick folds, tasting your wetness upon his fingers, his eye closing in appreciation. “You are delicious, Y/N.  Every inch of you.”  He kneaded your other breast, pooling milk into his hand, lubricating his fingers with the filmy white liquid before returning them to the heat of your quim.

Your hips moved against his hand as Aemond attached once more to your nipple, drawing your milk onto his hot tongue.

You covered your mouth with one hand, stifling a loud moan as Aemond inserted two long fingers into you, scissoring them within the clenching walls of your vagina.  He pressed further against the soft flesh of your breast, sucking more of it into his mouth.

“Aemond.”  You whispered his name fervently. “Don’t stop, please.”

He made a sinfully low sound against you, thrusting quicker into you, crooking his fingers up against the spot that made your toes curl.  With a shuddering gasp, you came undone, your cunt squeezing him as he continued working you.  Only when you begged him to stop, the overstimulation too much, did Aemond withdraw.

He placed his fingers, soaked with your release, against your mouth.  You obediently laved them with your tongue as Aemond watched. He licked his own lips clean of the remnants of your breastmilk.

With damp fingers he clasped your chin, moving to meet your lips in a searing kiss.  You tasted the sweetness of your milk on his tongue mix with the heady musk of your climax as Aemond deepened the kiss.  Your eyes grew heavy, looking lazily up at your husband’s flushed face as he pulled away. You reached for him, but Aemond stopped your hand when your fingers grazed his groin.

“Rest, nuhys qēlos.  I will wash you.”  He moved away, gathering a pot to heat water over the fire.

“What about you?”  Your words were slurred as you watched his movements sleepily.  

“I will attend to my desires later.”  Aemond grabbed a washcloth, dipping it in the warming water. “You are what matters right now.”

A languid smile itched up your face as you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed, your muscles warm and loose. “I couldn’t live without you, my love.”

Aemond looked across the room to your dozing form, the firelight shining golden upon his lustrous hair. “It is I who wouldn’t survive without you.”

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 17th: Oct 17th: Tolkien | Ramble On - Led Zeppelin | Intelligent a/n: hospital setting, painkillers, post-canon fix-it, eddie & nancy friendship, steddie. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

today's prompt is a lost scene from day 6's prompt, crush:

Nancy figured it out when Eddie was in the hospital, still a little loopy from painkillers and who knows what else.  You were on another planet and couldn’t stop talking about his chest hair, Eddie.

Nancy Wheeler sits in the little white chair next to Eddie Munson’s hospital bed, the rhythmic beeping of his heart monitor the only noise keeping her company. Well, that, and the sound of her own voice, softly reading The Fellowship of the Ring while Eddie dozes. 

They’ve taken turns, the older teens and a few of the kids, oscillating back and forth between Max’s room and Eddie’s room to ensure no one is left alone for too long while Wayne and Susan are at work. Hospital bills aren’t cheap and while the government will most likely reimburse them for their troubles, right now, things are tight. 

It’s Nancy’s turn in Eddie’s room tonight, picking up where Wayne’s left off in Eddie’s favorite book. Worn and well-read, the book’s loose spine allows Nancy to let it rest on her thigh as she flips through the pages: 

“But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star, in Mordor where the shadows are," Nancy reads, glancing up when she sees Eddie begin to squirm. 

“Mordor,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring a bit from the painkillers. “You know, Led Zeppelin wrote a song with Mordor in it.” 

“Oh, did they?” She’s seen him like this a few times now, barely present but speaking in a stream of consciousness. Sometimes, it’s about Dungeons and Dragons. Sometimes, it’s about music, or books– his underappreciated intelligence shines through even the strongest of IV drugs. 

And sometimes, it’s about Steve. That one had been a surprise at first, but keeps all of his ramblings secret, unsure of what he’s telling the others. It’s best to simply indulge him, she’s learned. He never remembers anyways. 

“Mhm,” he cracks open one eye and grins before he starts to sing. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.”

Before she can respond, Eddie continues in his drug-addled haze. “In the darkest depths of Mordor, I met Steve. Sweet, sweet Steve. Steve and his chest hair. Ever notice how hairy he is?” 

Nancy shakes her head and purses her lips, bemused. “I did, yeah, I was there, remember?” 

“Nope,” Eddie says with a pop. “But I do remember that jungle he calls a chest.” 

She snorts back a laugh and tries to subtly hide it behind her hand. Eddie doesn't notice, simply stares through half-lidded eyes and falls back against the pillows. 

“But Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her-er, her-er,” he continues to sing and wax poetic. 

Eddie’s heart monitor begins to speed up. “Where is Steve, actually? Is he okay?” 

Nancy smiles, fond and knowing, and places a hand on top of his. “He’s fine, he’ll be here later.” 

Sometimes, Eddie forgets how much time has passed from that awful day in Forest Hills, that Steve’s healed up and visits three times a week. That sometimes, Steve visits outside of their established rotation, just because. She never begrudges having to remind him though. How could she when she gets to see the relief drip from his face when he hears again that Steve’s okay? 

Eddie lays back again, the measured beats of his heart monitor returning to a comfortable, predictable tempo. Nancy picks the book back up and continues to read until she sees the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the white sheets. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice whispers from the doorway. Nancy turns to see Steve standing there, leaning against the frame. “How’s he holdin’ up?” 

“Hey,” she smiles. “He was a little out of it earlier from the medication, but he’s been asleep for a few minutes now. I’ve just been reading to him, if you wanna pick up where I left off.” 

Nancy closes the book with the ribbon inside to hold the page and stands, clearing the chair for Steve. “He’s all yours.” 

As the steel door closes behind her, she hears Steve’s voice begin reading. 

‘Is there no escape then?’ said Frodo, looking round wildly. ‘If I move I shall be seen and hunted! If I stay, I shall draw them to me!’

Strider laid his hand on his shoulder. ‘There is still hope,’ he said. ‘You are not alone.’

[mint-yooxgi]

{1} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Yes, all 8 of them. Though, there’s a focus on two in particular rn)

Words: 4,238

Warnings: OC gets called a bitch once. Minor Violence. Minor blood and injuries mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is!! Chapter one to the start of that dragon series I was talking about a while ago!! I just got so inspired to start it tonight that I couldn’t contain my excitement. I have a lot planned for this series, but I’m not entirely sure when updates will be for this series, or how frequent they will be. Also, a friendly reminder that I do not do tag lists. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Mini Masterlist

The light of the setting sun casts warm hues of orange and red across the sky, darkness beginning to creep along the edges. A gentle breeze flits through, cooling the air as the leaves rustle all around, the mountains standing ominously in the distance. Faintly, the buzzing of beetles can be heard all around, birds chirping as they begin to sing their evening lullabies to their young, flitting between the branches above.

You let out a soft sigh, adjusting the basket held against your one hip.

Collecting herbs from the forest is no easy feat, especially when the marketplace isn’t as kind to trading items with you as of late. Everyone is tense, given the rise in sightings of the eight Hala dragons in the area. Sightings of which seem to be getting more frequent every day.

It’s only a matter of time before one or more of them finally raid your own village, plundering whatever they can in their quest for the crown. A crown of which is being fought for by the two main dragon clans of the realm. One of which being the Hala dragons, and the other being the Wolf Gang.

A puff of laughter escapes you as you think about the Wolf Gang now. How ironic for dragons to be named after wolves. They certainly act worse than them at times. At least, from what you’ve heard. They definitely give the hunters a hell of a time every encounter they have.

What a joke those hunters are. The ones in your village couldn’t hit the wide side of a lake with their horrible aim, let alone spot a dragon hiding amongst their midst. Though, you suppose they’re more for show at this point than anything.

So much for your protection.

There’s also been rumours floating around lately about a cloaked figure spotted around town. You’ve heard whispers of this supposed Shadow Demon lurking in the dark, but they don’t worry you so much. 

You’ve been on your own long enough to know how to take care of yourself. Besides, your father would kill you if you let anything bad happen to yourself, especially after everything he’s done to ensure your protection. You just need to be on the lookout for golden eyes staring at you through the dark. At least, that’s what the townsfolk have been warning you about.

Approaching the edge of the village, you let out another sigh. The side of the basket you have pressed against your hip digs into your skin, and you honestly cannot wait to get home for the evening. Tonight will be the first night in a week where you can just finally relax. No interruptions, just you and the final chapters of that book you’ve been attempting to finish.

Rounding the corner of one of the buildings, you notice most of the vendors packing up their stalls for the evening. The light from the setting sun is fading quickly, and most people know not to stay out passed dark. Not now, especially with the Hala dragons so close to home.

At least you can count on one person to always exchange goods with you, no matter how late it gets.

“Find anything good today?” Renjun quirks a brow as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. He had just been packing up the last bits of his supplies into his small wagon to take back home when he saw you approaching out of the corner of his eyes.

“Would you believe that the bloodroot I had found the other day is nearly all gone?” You place your basket on top of the wooden slab he has set up as a table across two wooden barrels. “I swear, someone else has been foraging in my backyard.”

His eyes flash in understanding as he walks over to the other side of the table. “Or it’s the wildlife taking over again.”

“Could be,” you hum, watching as he picks up a few stems from your basket. 

Renjun runs his fingers over the herbs delicately before nodding to himself. “You always manage to pick the finest ones.”

“It’s a gift.” You acknowledge knowingly, watching as he places the herbs back into your basket. “So, what have you got for me today.”

“Well, Harold swore he heard growling coming from the opposite side of the fjord last night. Claimed it to be the Hala’s and Wolves fighting again.” Renjun remarks casually. “A storm is supposed to roll in overnight and into the morning, Mark says he can sense it in his bones.”

“Did he say what kind of storm?” Your eyes follow Renjun as he pulls a separate basket back off of his cart, full of fruits and vegetables.

The heavy sound of the basket hitting the table greets your ears. “A big one. That’s all.”

You nod. “I see.”

“I would be careful, if I were you,” he continues, pushing the basket towards you. “Get home quickly before dark, lest you want another incident to occur.”

The knowing look he sends you has you chuckling lightly.

“Whatever do you mean, Junnie?” The smile you send him is nothing short of innocent as you trade off baskets for the evening.

“Information is never free, Jewel,” his eyes flash. “You know this.”

“Don’t call me that.” You snap, your demeanour changing in an instant before that calm smile is back on your face. “Well, like you said, I better get home. It is getting late.”

Renjun’s lips tighten into a thin line, silently dragging the basket with the herbs you’ve collected towards himself. “Be safe.”

“I always am,” the words fall almost like second nature from your lips as you begin to trek away from his stand for the evening. 

The basket of produce takes the place of the basket of herbs, your one arm wrapped securely around the wicker as you walk down the dirt path, and down the familiar road towards your little cottage on the side of town. Before you get home, however, you make sure to stop by the little fountain at the centre of town, leaving some apples for the children that gather there and ushering them home. The smiles you receive are worth it every time.

You still have one more stop to make before you can settle in for the evening, and you curse yourself for it nearly slipping your mind. Already, darkness blankets the sky, the stars beginning to twinkle above your head as the chill of the night settles over the land.

A shiver caresses your spine, and you know that you must hurry. Something is not quite right, and you do not want to be out when the inevitable happens.

That’s when you hear it. The unmistakable boom of the flapping of heavy wings.

A roar sounds in the distance, the first of the terrified screams reaching your ears as the alarm bells are rung. The constant clanging of the hammers on metal ring through your ears as you enter into the closest building that you can, which just so happens to be one of the many mess halls. A building you had been attempting to reach before this chaos started.

Nothing but darkness surrounds you, the lamps that usually illuminate the area already burnt or blown out.

Odd, considering you know Amy should have been the only one here during this time. She never misses your deliveries, especially not when she knows you’re trading with Renjun for the day. Then again, she did say her sister was supposed to be taking over for a few days. Who knows what Angela has done to the place.

“Amy?” You whisper, hoping she may be just hiding somewhere amongst the commotion happening outside. You can faintly hear the screams of the villagers, the roars becoming louder and more frequent as shouts of the hunters reach your ears. “Angela, are you there?”

You take a step forward, blinking despite the darkness surrounding you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you swear you see a shadow move.

“Is anyone here?” Your voice is small, so as not to alert anyone to attack you in case they think you are an enemy of some sort.

A floorboard creaks behind you.

“Hello?” You whip around, sure you’ll be coming face to face with one of the girls behind you.

Only, when you turn around, no one is there.

That’s when you feel it. The unmistakable press of claws at your throat.

You drop your basket of produce.

The moment your lips part and a choked gasp is escaping you, the claws at your throat begin to dig into your flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to serve as a warning.

“Scream, and I’ll tear your throat out in an instant,” the voice is low, and unmistakably male as his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear.

You begin to shake, whole body trembling as you feel his body heat beginning to radiate against your back.

“Please,” you keep your own tone steady, reasoning with the dragon in human form who stands behind you at this very moment. “You don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, I don’t, do I?” He chuckles, clearly amused by your choice of words. “And why wouldn’t I want to do this?”

“Because,” you exhale a low breath, closing your eyes only briefly before they’re flashing open, glinting in the dark. In the next second, you’ve pulled out your hidden dagger, flipping your positions so that you’re now pinning the dragon to the wall, blade pressing into his throat. His skin begins to hiss beneath where the knife makes contact. “Touch me again, and it will be the last thing you ever do.”

The arm you have pressed against his chest is firm, and the shock is clear on his face. Those dark brown eyes flash a golden amber in the dark, a snarl tugging at his lips as he scowls at you.

“Ah-ah,” you tut, pressing the blade firmer into his skin as you see his fingers twitching, claws still on full display at his sides. “One small nick from this, and you’ll be dead in minutes.”

A growl is all you receive in response.

You tut, shaking your head. “And you made me drop all of my produce, too.”

“I think you have more important things to be worrying about,” he replies, swallowing a bit thickly as his skin burns beneath the blade you still have pressed against his throat.

“Do I, now?” You quirk a brow. “You overgrown reptiles usually travel in packs, yet you seem to be all alone. Why?”

“I don’t have to answer to you.” He spits, pressing himself further against the wall you have him pinned to.

“No,” you hum. “I suppose not.”

“You stupid hunters and your stupid-“

Your nostrils flare, “don’t you ever dare compare me to the likes of them again.”

“What? Don’t like being called out for the scum you are?” He nearly scoffs. “You’re the worst of the worst, huntress.”

“Still good enough to pin you,” you counter.

Fine. If this bastard wants to believe you’re one of those good for nothing hunters, let him. You’re in control here, anyways.

In a flash, he’s swatted your dagger away, switching your positions so you’re now the one pinned to the wall with his claws back at you’re throat.

“Who’s pinning who now, huntress?” He grins maniacally, digging his nails that much firmer into your neck.

This time, it’s your turn to scowl, gritting your teeth in frustration as a smug look washes over his features.

“You know, I would have believed you more if you had started pleading for your life the moment you got caught,” he tilts his head almost mockingly at you. “I might have let you go, then.”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes, grabbing his wrist in your one hand as you move to knee him in the groin.

The moment he hunches over in pain, you’re swiping his feet out from under him. A second later, and you’ve rolled across the floor. Grabbing your dagger once more in your hand, you have him pinned beneath you with your blade at his throat yet again.

“I thought you’d kill me if I touched you again?” His voice comes out a bit strained, chest heaving as his skin hisses beneath your dagger.

“Answer my original question and I might let you live.” You turn his own words back on him.

His brow twitches slightly in amusement. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you? Taking on a Hala dragon like this?”

“A Hala dragon? Where?” This time, it’s your turn to tilt your head almost mockingly at him in response. “All I see is a little boy meddling in affairs he has no business getting into.”

The snarl he releases is nothing short of feral as his eyes flash at you once more, pupils narrowing into slits as he absolutely glares at you.

“Real charmer, aren’t you, huntress?�� He manages to get out through gritted teeth, his jaw twitching in tandem.

“Overgrown lizards that talk a big talk are more often than not compensating for something, sweetheart,” you hum mockingly, a malicious grin tugging at your lips.

“You’re fucking annoying, you know that?” He hisses, wiggling slightly beneath your hold as he attempts to free himself to no avail.

“I’ve been called worse,” you shrug, nonchalantly. “Now, answer my question.”

The man remains quiet only for a moment longer as he seems to be contemplating whether or not he actually wants to respond to you. At the way he lets out a long exhale through his nose, you believe he’s chosen wisely.

“I’m not alone, we just each took a different corner of town,” he responds. “Our youngest was adamant about retrieving someone by himself while we gathered supplies.”

“Why our village?” You press.

“It was the next on our stop.” He replies. “Plus, the only town that our youngest seemed to care about.”

Your mind begins reeling. “He imprint or something?”

“You seem to know a lot about us for someone who’s not a hunter.” He counters.

“Just answer the damn question, you overgrown lizard.” You shift the blade slightly over his neck, noticing how his eyes dart down towards it nervously in the next second.

“You could say that.” He mumbles.

“Who?” You seethe, your need to protect the town and its inhabitants skyrocketing as his words settle over you.

“What’s it to you?” His eyes narrow.

“Watch it, or my hand might just slip,” you threaten, tightening your hold over him as your body rests over his own for the time being.

Again, his eyes dart down to the blade pressed against his throat, skin bright red and irritated beneath the metal.

“I don’t know her name.” He voices lowly.

Your brow quirks, tilting your head at him in disbelief.

“I swear I don’t!” He’s quick to add. “I don’t even know what she looks like. He’s been adamant on us not interfering with her since they met. I don’t even think she knows who he is, or what he is. He’s the only one of us that can actually hide it well.”

“Oh?” The corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Thanks for the information, you sure have a lot to give.”

He scowls briefly, before he manages to steel his features. “You sure are confident I’m not feeding you false information.”

“You sure do like hearing yourself talk, don’t you?” You huff out a dry laugh.

“You sure have a lot of confidence for a human.” He counters, fangs glinting beneath the light of the moon.

“Human, huh?” You smirk, nodding subtly along with his words. Then, your gaze is sharpening, eyes narrowing as you lean in as close as you dare to his face to whisper lowly in his ear. “Get the hell out of my village and never come back. Take your little friends with you, too.”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve stood off of him, fixing your cloak which had gotten dishevelled in your tussle with him on the floor. A second later, and your back is to him as you walk towards the door, stepping over your discarded produce without another thought.

“If I ever see you here again,” you spare a glance at him from over your shoulder as you watch him stand back to his feet. “I won’t be so kind.”

Just as you go to reach for the door handle, you sense him moving behind you. You manage to duck just in time to avoid the swipe of his claws aimed at your head, hearing the scraping of them against the wood of the door as splinters rains down above you.

Your body moves instantly, the steps almost second nature as you spin around, brandishing your dagger on the offensive. Two moves later, and you’ve sliced a deep gash across the side of his ribs, hearing how his breathing immediately becomes laboured as he drops to his knees.

“You bitch,” he seethes, glaring up at you as he desperately holds onto his bleeding side, attempting to stunt the flow of blood in any way he can.

“I warned you,” you sheathe your dagger, backing away from him slowly. “You’ve got minutes little boy. I hope your friends are close by.”

Without another word, you’re escaping into the night, blending into the chaos that greets you outside of the door.

A scowl rests on his features as he collapses to the floor, voice desperately calling out to his brothers in his mind for aid. The last thing he sees before his vision begins going black at the edges is the flow of your cloak as you fade into the crowd.

Not even five minutes later, and you’re bursting through the front door to your little cottage, slamming the wood shut behind you. Your breathing comes in jagged pants as you attempt to catch your breath, eyes darting around the area to make sure no one has broken in in the panic still occurring outside of your house.

That’s when you sense another presence with you.

Slowly, you begin creeping towards the back of your house, pulling out your dagger once more.

“Hello?” You call out, voice shaking as your eyes dart around the room, attempting to find the presence lingering at the edge of your senses. “Who’s there?”

Reaching your kitchen, you notice the backdoor has been left wide open. Carefully, you creep over and close the door, blocking off the exit for whoever decided to invade your home during this time. They’re not leaving here alive, that’s for sure.

A thud coming from behind you catches your attention, a low curse escaping whoever it is in the next second.

Your brow furrows. “Jongho? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me,” he replies, though his voice sounds a bit strained.

A minute later, and after hiding your dagger once more, you’ve managed to light an oil lamp. The light allows you to now see him rubbing the side of his hip as his face is contorted in a grimace of pain.

“What are you doing here?” Your brow furrows, walking over to check on him almost immediately.

“I came to check on you.” His reply is instant, almost forgetting about his injury as you come to stand before him. His hands find purchase on your arms as his worried filled gaze flits over every inch of your torso. “As soon as I heard the alarm sound, I came running.”

The way his nostrils flare as he pulls you the slightest bit closer does not go unnoticed by you. If you didn’t know any better, he almost looks annoyed for a second before that concern is taking over his features once more.

“I’m fine.” You reply, shrugging his grip off of you and taking a step away from him. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be better once we get out of here,” he says, reaching for you again. Only, the way you avoid his grip has his brow furrowing. “We need to leave. Now.”

“Why?” You tilt your head almost innocently at him. “You know I’m safe here. It already sounds like the worst of it is over.”

“You don’t know that.” He grimaces slightly.

“And you do?” You raise a brow questioningly at him. “I get you’re worried for me, but really, I can take care of myself. I have been for a long time. Even before I met you.”

You swear you hear a low growl on the wind.

He takes a step closer, managing to grab your hand lightly in his own this time.

“If you let me, you wouldn’t have to be alone anymore,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing more than a mere rumble as he brushes his thumb tenderly over the back of your hand.

“Jongho, you sure are acting strange tonight.” You reply, somewhat warily. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I-“

Before you have time to react, you sense three more presences rushing towards your back door. Instantly, Jongho has pulled you into his arms as the wood flies off its hinges, three males rushing into your kitchen. One of whom you recognize.

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t wait any longer.” The gruff voice of a male with bright yellow hair, the tips a vibrant red, reaches your ears as he supports another familiar male between himself and another male with chestnut hair that’s shorter in the front, but longer in the back.

“I told you not to interrupt.” Jongho seethes, pressing you firmer into his side as he holds you to him protectively.

Two more males follow behind, one holding bloodroot in his hands while the other carries some honeysuckle. Each wear worried expressions on their faces, watching as the first two males lift the one held between them onto your counter.

The flapping of wings can be heard outside before two more males are rushing into your house a moment later.

Thunder booms overheard, rain beginning to dance across your rooftop.

Your heart pounds within your chest as your eyes widen at the eight males now having invaded your home. In an instant, you elbow Jongho in the chest, slipping out of his arms as you draw your dagger in front of you for protection once more.

“Who the hell are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” Your eyes dart between each male, making sure to now keep your distance from Jongho all the while.

“Did you not tell her yet?” One of the males with sharp eyes, and what appears to be a birthmark beside his left eye, turns his gaze towards Jongho, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I didn’t get a chance to before you all came bursting in.” Jongho’s eyes narrow in response, jaw clenched in annoyance. “I told you to wait.”

“We can’t get the bleeding to stop.” The one holding the honeysuckle says, placing some in his mouth to begin chewing the plant into a paste to apply to the wound.

“He’d fading,” the other holding the bloodroot adds. “Fast.”

“We remembered you saying something about her being good with herbs and tonics.” The one with the longer chestnut hair says, eyes briefly darting towards you.

A strained cough is heard from the male on top of your counter. “Oh, she’s good alright.”

All heads are turning towards the male as his chest heaves with every breath. A sheen of sweat lines every free inch of his skin, his flesh getting paler and paler with each passing second.

“Hello, huntress.” The male grins, gaze meeting yours for only a second before he becomes too weak to continue holding his head up.

All heads now turn towards you.

“You did this to him?” The tallest one standing off to the side says this, voice both a little incredulous and accusatory.

“So, that’s why you smelt like him,” Jongho mumbles, a furrow to his brow.

Your eyes widen with an unrivalled fury as you round on Jongho, the injured male’s words from earlier about their youngest ringing through your ears.

“You’ve been lying to me.” You keep your tone low, grip tightening on the blade still held in your hand.

Lightning flashes, thunder crashing above.

“I know you’re probably scared right now-“

“Scared?” You cut Jongho off. “Oh, no. I’m furious.”

“Listen, you can have your little lovers spat later,” the one with the bright locks akin to a flame cuts in. “Seonghwa is dying and we need you to heal him.”

“Who said I was going to help you?” You huff out a breath, straightening slightly in your spot.

Seven low growls reach your ears, and you almost let a threatening one of your own slip passed your lips.

“Who said you had a choice?” The one with the birthmark quirks a brow, turning his piercing gaze towards you.

This time, you cannot contain the way your eyes flash at all of them in response, the golden hue lighting up the room along with the next spark of lighting.

A sharp inhale is heard from all of them, shoulders tensing as you mentally curse yourself for losing control, even if only for a brief moment.

Jongho’s lips curl over his teeth. “Looks like I’m not the only one who has been keeping secrets.”

[lokis-army-77]

Satiate Me

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3998

The enticing and captivating singer of your friend's favorite band isn't what he seems to be.

Warning: 18+, Oral (f receiving), P in V, fingering, blood, biting, spit swallowing, squirting, multiple orgasms, manhandling,

The lyrics for the songs Eddie sings are from Breaking Benjamin's "Topless" and "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, which I took the liberty of making the last line what it is for story purposes only.

Masterlist 

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The club was crowded. Hot, sticky bodies were pressing up against one another in the darkness. Music played loudly from the speakers, some kind of dancing song I wasn't familiar with. 

I could feel hands grabbing at me as I tried to wade through the bodies grinding against one another. Brushing them off I kept on, trying to find my friends. I had lost them almost as soon as we had stepped foot into the overcrowded, dingy place. 

If it had been up to me. I wouldn't have picked such a questionable place to hang out, but it was Jess' turn to pick and her favorite underground metal band was playing here tonight so how could I have refused her? Even if I was coerced into wearing this skin-tight dress that left me feeling exposed. 

The flashing strobe lights were disorienting. People's faces looked normal one second and practically horrific years next when the lights shone brightly on them. It made it almost impossible to recognize anyone. 

The band would be starting any minute and knowing Jess would try to be front and center, I pushed and shoved my way to the stage. I still couldn't make out any of the faces of the people standing there so I waited, hands braced against the stage to keep me from being swept back up into the crowd. 

The stage was almost pitch black. It was hard to see any of the instruments or if there were even people preparing to play. 

Then with a rather startling flash of light and the shrill of a guitar, a spotlight had been turned on, and standing there, baiting in the harsh glow, was probably the most attractive man I had ever been fortunate to lay eyes upon. 

The first thing I noticed was the fact that he had on no shirt. The spotlight almost reflected off his pale skin only being interrupted by the patches of tattoos scattered over his slim torso. My eyes followed one piece in particular, a fierce dragon whose neck and wings wrapped around the man's hip, and the tail disappeared well below the waistband of his tight leather pants. Or were they latex? All I knew was that they were tight and left almost nothing to the imagination. 

Accompanying the tail was a trail of dark hair going from his navel down. I swallowed thickly wondering what could be below those very low-rise pants. 

The thing which pulled me from my naughty daydreaming was the husky sound of his voice. It sounded like pure sex and I was sure it was making me feel some type of way. Flicking my eyes up to his face my knees almost buckled at the sight. Wild brown hair surrounded his head and his face, God his face, looked like it had been carved by Michael Angelo himself. This man rivaled the statue of David and if I were to be the judge, he would be the winner. 

"Good evening ladies." The piercing cry of women's voices rang put through the room as he greeted us. I even found myself screaming as he peered into the now calmer crowd. 

"Good evening gents." And just like the women, the men erupted as he spoke. It was like he had some kind of power over everyone in the room. 

Then, he spoke again, mouth pressing up against the mic, muffins his speech yet making my ears strain to listen. "We're Corroded Coffin and we're here to give you a good time." 

The lights on the stage flashed red, illuminating the three other band members standing behind the singer. 

"What'd ya say, boys? Wanna give these nice folks a show to die for?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at his bandmates. 

The drummer called out from behind his kit, "Hell yeah, Eddie!" 

With that, the music started. It was loud. Louder than the music was when I had first walked in. Then it calmed down and the singer's voice, Eddie’s voice, came through. Sultry and captivating, it was like I was stuck in a trance 

Fruit on the vine

You've got yours

I've got mine 

Something in the way he was singing had my body moving. 

Meat on your bones

They won't know

They won't know 

I swayed on my feet, body writing in the hot air as I let his voice wash over me. 

I love your face

Just get away 

I couldn't remember why I was here anymore, my friends a thousand miles away from my thoughts right now. 

I'm on my knees

Fuck you, fuck me 

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had me trapped under a spell and I sure as hell didn't want to escape from it. 

The show he puts on with his body as he sings makes my stomach flutter. The veins in his forearms protruding from his skin have me squeezing my thighs together. He was like a drug and watching him was only giving me the tiniest taste. I needed more. I need him. 

The song ends and they go straight into another one. A faster pace than before. The room kicked up, and people began dancing harder but I stilled. 

The singer's dark eyes were on me, practically boring into my soul. I felt naked under his stare like he could see everything inside and out. 

He kept staring as he started to sing the words to the new song and even though it was raunchy and sexy and something I would never do, the words seemed to speak to me. They planted ideas in my head. 

Thoughts of what he may sound like in bed filled my mind. How he'd feel pressed up against me. Whether he got as sweaty having sex as he did only performing two songs in the heat of a club. The thoughts themselves were enough to have wetness pooling between my legs. 

As Eddie sang I could feel the heat of my body rising, my blood was boiling and flooding over. God, I ducking needed him and it hurt to be just a few feet away from him unable to touch him. And like he could read my mind, he began strutting his way to the side of the stage I was standing. 

I watched, memorized, as he dropped to his knees his hand caressing down his body. He never lost eye contact as he practically crawled to the edge of the stage and took one of my hands in his. I almost couldn’t breathe as he sang the last words of the song. 

I wanna fuck you like an animal

It was like he was speaking directly to me. As the music faded away, whether it was because the band had stopped playing or because I was genuinely too distracted by the hot man moving closer to me to even hear it, I began to move closer to him. 

His hand slowly slid up my arm and came to a rest on my neck before he pulled me into him. Our lips pressed together in an instant and he swallowed the gasp I let out. He kissed me like he was hungry like he would devour me whole and I wanted it. I pushed into him taking what I wanted but then he pulled away and I could have sworn that in the dim light, those dark eyes of his had flashed red before returning to normal. I paid it no mind though, as I was too enamored with him being right in front of me.

He leaned in close to my ear, his lips soft on the skin there. “Meet me after the show.” 

Words had escaped me and my brain stopped working. It took all the willpower I had just to nod a simple yes to him. He stood back up with a smirk and went into the next song, another sexy melody. 

A handful of songs later, the exact number I have no clue they all started to blend together after he had kissed me, I was still standing in front of the stage. The crowd had dissipated, my friends still missing, and the music was quieter, at least from what it had been when the band was playing. I was supposed to meet Eddie after the show was over, but where, I had no idea. Staying put seemed like the best option and I was proved right when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.

There in the shadows was Eddie, watching me like a lion watches its prey. Butterflies erupted in my stomach when I turned to him. He beckoned me to him with a finger, a smug look plastered over his face. 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” He greeted, eyes roaming up and down my body as I slowly came to him. “You look good enough to eat.” He licked his lips.

Before I could even think, the words were spilling from my mouth, “Yeah? Then why don’t you come have a taste?” 

“Bold aren’t we?” He laughed, hands finally grasping me and pulling me into his side. “Lucky for you, I plan on it.” 

The walk out of the club and to the tour bus was quick and full of chaste touches. Eddie’s fingers wandered over the contours of my body, covered by my dress. I couldn't help the small moans which passed my lips when he would squeeze tightly at my ass. 

It was quiet on the bus and the lights were. If I were less worried about getting dicked down I might have questioned where the rest of the band was, but that was far from my mind. 

Eddie pulled me to the very back with him. I couldn’t see where we were going in the darkness but I knew we had arrived when Eddie’s strong hands pushed me down onto what I could only assume was a mattress. The sheets under my fingers were soft and the smell which wafted off of them when I laid my head down smelt intoxicating. 

I waited for him to follow, yet he did not. I could hear his footsteps retreating only for them to come back seconds later followed by the closing of the door. The overhead light flashed on and Eddie was lit up in front of me. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and an urgent need, and like earlier during the concert, they seemed to flash red again. I paid it no mind once more, as well as the strange shadow he cast on the door behind him. It changed within a split second, the pointed horns, the spayed tail, and the bat-like wings morphed into the shadow of a regular man. 

Shaking my head at the weird sight, I reached out for him. I needed him to touch me or else I might explode. He followed my cue and climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my legs, his hands holding him above my head. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like forever before he surged downward and took my lips in his. 

His hand grasped at my chin, fingers digging slightly into my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth. He licked his tongue against mine before sucking it into his mouth. It was a strange feeling, one I had never experienced, and a little weird, but I didn’t care. I moaned out and writhed under him, my hands roaming the bare skiing of his chest and back. 

Pulling away slightly, I looked up at him. “Please, touch me,” I whined, desperate to have his hands all over me. 

He grinned and leaned back down to kiss me but he didn’t stay at my mouth. He crawled down my body and let his hands drag over my dress before coming to the hem and pushing it up. The silky fabric was smooth against my skin and in the wake of his fingers, goose bumps began to appear. 

Eddie helped me sit up so he could pull the dress over my head and throw it to the other side of the room. His eyes widened at the sight of my breasts, nipples perked up as a result of the rush of cool air hitting them. Strong hands push me back down as lips begin to devour me. 

The kisses started at my neck and slowly went down my body. Over my breasts and stomach to the waistband of my panties. Eddie took the fabric between his teeth, catching my skin as he bid down lightly, then he pulled on them. I watched in awe as he took them off with his mouth. 

Taking my soaked panties from his mouth, he tossed them somewhere. His focus locked in on the center of my legs. Calloused fingers slid from foot to knee to thigh, massaging into the meat before they pried my legs apart. I could hear the loud intake of breath he took when his eyes spotted how wet I was, practically dripping down onto the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned out, tongue coming out to wet his lips. "Got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

I couldn't help but whimper. His words sent a flash of heat through me. "Please, need your mouth on me," I begged him.

Carefully, he held my legs apart and slowly descended onto my awaiting cunt. The first tentative touch of his mouth upon my sensitive clit had my hips bucking into him. 

He forced my hips down with strong hands and continued to suck. The vibrations from the moans he was making pulled sigh after pleasant sigh from my lips. I felt like I was in heaven under him. 

"More." The word came out soft and winded but he gave me what I wanted eagerly. His fingers are held tight on the plush of my hips, there are sure to be bruises there when we are done. He moved down over my pussy, lapping his tongue at my quivering hole. The pleasure he had already given me created more wetness. 

I clenched around nothing, desperate for something, anything to be inside me. With a hum from him and a sharp gasp from me, Eddie pushed his hot muscle into me, licking at my walls. 

Fingers reached out suddenly for his head of brown curls involuntarily. "Oh fuck… oh fuck Eddie." I pulled on the hand full of hair and he groaned loudly into my pussy. 

His eyes slit up to me and he pulled away only a fraction of an inch to speak, "That's it, Princess, pull my fucking hair," then he was right back to it. 

The grip I had on his hair was like a vice as I used it to grind onto his face. Eddie joined his mouth with a hand, shaping his tongue out for long, dexterous fingers. They were thick, stretching me out further than two of my own ever could. His went back to sucking on and flicking my clit all the while curling his fingers up into the spongy wall of my cunt. 

He was building me up up up and I could feel the pressure in my lower abdomen growing and growing. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm and something in me whispered that this wouldn't be the last, it was only the first of many. 

The soft moans I let out only urged him to stroke his fingers faster. The wet, sloppy sounds aided all the other factors which had me as horny as could be. 

"Gonna.. ah.. gonna cum." I breathed and within seconds I was coming undone around Eddie’s fingers. 

He didn't stop. Fingers moving at a blistering pace. He removed his mouth from my clit only to replace it with his other hand, rubbing harsh back-and-forth strokes over the swollen bud. 

"Oh, oh, oh." I sounded like a broken record as my whole body tensed and I came for a second time in only a few seconds. 

"That's it. Give it all to me." Eddie cooed, eyes racking over my body as he grinned an almost sinister smile. 

Suddenly his hands left me, leaving me to crash back down to earth from a shattering high. My body was limp but I still wanted more. Thankfully I didn't have to voice my want as Eddie sucked dark marks up my legs and torso and to my neck before a hand reached down to undo the fasten on his pants. 

Impatiently I waited, legs spreading wider of their own accord to accommodate him between them, chest pushing out so that he might choose to devour a breast, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple. 

My body reacted to him in a way it had never reacted to anyone else. It was like everywhere he touched was on fire like the nerves in my skin were raw and out in the open. 

I couldn’t see his cock as it was revealed from the confines of those tight pants, but I could feel the intense heat that radiated from it. It felt huge. Probably the biggest I had ever taken or will ever take, because honestly how was I going to go back to your average Tom, Dick, and Harry? I wasn't, this singer from my friend's favorite band was going to and already had ruined me for anyone else. I craved him deep within my soul and that craving was not going to go away.

Eddie snapped me out of the haze of my thoughts with a simple slap to my cheek. It wasn’t hard, just enough to sting and I moaned when it happened, low and animalistic. I didn't even know I was to that.

"You with me princess? Hum? You ready for my cock?" The way he said it sounded like he was talking down to me, yet it had butterflies erupting in my stomach. 

"Yes. So fucking ready for your cock. Need it so bad. Please need you to fuck me hard." 

"Mmm. Such a dirty little girl you are." Eddie hummed into my ear. I could feel the head pressing into the wetness around my pussy. He lazily dragged himself through my folds, teasing.

My breath caught in my throat when he hit my clit, concentrated there for a few extra seconds. "Please please please please please please," I begged. I'd never been so desperate for something in my life. "I'll do whatever you want just fuck me."

These must have been the magic words because within seconds he was pushing his fat cock into my cunt. 

He let out a whimper, a fucking whimper, and it had me surging upward, connecting our mouths again. This kiss was ever needier than the rest, overflowing with desire and want. It was all gnashing teeth and less lip and tongue. I gripped his hair again a the base of his scalp, tugging it hard, earning me plenty of sharp thrusts. My other hand clawed at his back. 

I could feel the flex of his muscles under my fingernails as they dragged across the skin.  Bright red marks were left in their wake. If he was going to mark me, then I was going to mark him as well. 

Eddie set a brutal pace with his thrusts, the head of his cock nudged harshly into me before slipping almost all the way out and plummeting back into my depths. 

Throwing my head back, hair tossed on the sheets, I moaned. Deep and guttural and raw. I felt this pleasure in my bones. My legs latched around Eddie's waist and my toes splayed as the quick and enviable high crashed through me for a third time. 

Still, he did not stop. Fucking me through the pleasure, chasing his own. His thrusts became harder, faster, unexplainably more. It was like my own ecstasy was feeding him. Egging him on, giving him more energy to ruin me.

Tears were welling up in my eyes as he fucked into me ruthlessly. The only noise I could make were tiny, sharp gasps. My body felt like it was from a different plane of existence, only being tethered down on Earth by Eddie hovering above me, his skin pressed up against mine. 

Eddie moved his hand from the bed to my face, prying his fingers into the hollows of my cheeks as he had before, causing me to open my mouth wide. Then, with no warning, he spit into my mouth. “Fucking swallow.” 

I snapped my lips closed and swallowed every drop, moaning at the taste of him. 

“Such a good girl.” He hummed, pushing his thumb past my lips. I whimpered when he used it to press down onto my tongue. 

All the while, he hadn’t slowed the rushed-paced assault on my cunt. My body was clammy with sweat as another orgasm began to build. With my back arching off the bed, I came, gagging on his thumb. 

Eddie pulled out of my aching cunt, leaving me crying at the loss of his fullness. He grabbed at my body, manhandling me onto my front. Strong hands maneuver my ass into the air and push my head and chest into the sheets. In an instant, he was pushing back into my soaking-wet heat. 

It was a new feeling, taking him like this. His cock hit deeper than I thought it possibly could. His hands grabbed at the fat of my ass, using the leverage it gave to push and pull me on and off his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. My mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out into a small puddle. 

His grunts filled the air accompanied by the chorus of my whimpers and the percussion of skin slapping against skin. 

A scream caught in my throat when Eddie reached around my body and began rubbing quick circles on my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Eddie, please, gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard!” 

I was only answered by more primal grunts from behind. Hips snapping into mine harder, fingers rubbing then slapping the sensitive nerves between my legs. It was all too much. The burn in my lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter and the need for release was enough to have real tears falling from my eyes as my body began to spasm and writhe in pleasure. Then I was cumming and the dam released. Screaming Eddies name as I squirted all over my legs and him and his bed. 

Eddie’s hand leaves my clit and grabs at my throat, pulling me up flush against him. His fingers tightened slightly, enough to make the haze of my mind grow. I could feel his hips sputtering, he was close. 

His hair tickled as he leaned his head down, mouth sucking on the junction between my neck and shoulder. His hips fucked desperately into me, the steady rhythm from before disappearing. Out of nowhere a sharp pain permeated from where his mouth is throughout my body. From the corner of my eye, I can see blood dripping down my chest. Worry flashed in my head only to quickly be replaced with pleasure as I came once more. Cunt pulsing around Eddie’s cock as he came, pumping me full of cum. 

My body was weak, limbs shakey from the strain they had endured as well as the major deplete in energy after cumming a hand full of times, with barely any rest in between. Eddie laid me down gently, mouth cleaning up the blood on my shoulder then kissing and biting his way down my back. 

He pulled out and stepped back off the bed. I could feel his eyes staring at me, even if my own were closed. 

“That was amazing,” I whispered, barely able to form the short sentence. “Thank you.” 

Eddie chuckled. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you.” His fingers raked up my bare legs, making me shiver. “My appetite isn’t sated.”

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I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears. 

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up. 

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly. 

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly. 

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura. 

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them. 

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed. 

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth. 

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner. 

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret. 

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it. 

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to. 

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating. 

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability. 

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more. 

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you. 

Genji could only sit there and stare. 

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs. 

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence. 

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace. 

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage. 

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter. 

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it. 

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly. 

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it. 

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this. 

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music. 

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level. 

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are. 

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this. 

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around. 

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat. 

It was you. 

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him. 

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music. 

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive. 

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio. 

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple. 

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements. 

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down. 

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all. 

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage. 

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth. 

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.” 

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems. 

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses. 

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly. 

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all. 

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand. 

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk. 

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else. 

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him. 

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle. 

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light. 

“How long have you kept this secret?” 

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it. 

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike. 

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne. 

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened. 

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out. 

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months. 

It was the same person. 

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Who knew you had such a voice.” 

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face. 

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off. 

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. 

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck. 

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. 

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering. 

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with… 

You were singing for others, but never for him. 

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood. 

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed. 

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily; 

“You have the voice of an angel.” 

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you. 

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled. 

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown. 

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you. 

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up. 

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage. 

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you. 

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown. 

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over. 

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek. 

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you. 

“I had no choice.” 

He huffs, shaking his head. 

“You sound wonderful.” He admits. 

His hand squeezes your side. 

“I’d like to hear you again.”