#the second town and it made me shitted myself. i caught it though

[moonscape]

why are there so many nexomon im still practically at the beginning of the game and it's so overwhelming

[gaybananabread]

Hi!!! 💖 If 21 isn’t filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them they’re so cute!! Hope you’re well and take all the time you need. 💖

TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery

Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know I’ve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!

Lee: Fizzarolli

Ler: Asmodeus

Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?

Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Hell's worst kept secret…

Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught. 

The workers knew better than to say anything.

Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.

"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"

Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-

Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet away…

They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."

That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.

-

When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partner’s colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. “Fizzie, babe, what happened?”

Asmodeus’s voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldn’t have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?

“Some…assholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, but…they needed a lesson on how to shut up.” One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.

Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizz’s smooth skin. “Froggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but it’s not worth you getting hurt. I’d take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant you’d be okay.”

So mushy… The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. “Alright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.”

Then he did Fizzarolli’s most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzie’s chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit. 

Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizz’s day to be pampered.

After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.

Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ring’s RomCom channel played distantly on the TV.  It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sin’s touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolli’s bare skin. 

His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the imp’s sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned. 

A quick glance at Ozzie’s dreamy expression told him that the sin wasn’t doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.

The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. “Fizzarolli, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!”

Ugh, why did he have to care so much? “I-I didn’t…” The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizz’s tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.

“Froggie…are you ticklish?” Shit…Fizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didn’t stand a chance.

“W-wait! Ozz, don’t you fucking dare!” His robotic arms wrapped around the sin’s body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try. 

The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. “Oooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~”

Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. “N-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!”

“I know it’s one of your favorite features, but let’s leave my dick out of this.” Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzie’s strong arms kept him trapped.

He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didn’t fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldn’t be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~” He just had to tease… If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzie’s silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. “Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!”

Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldn’t be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. “Awww, babe, I’m just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelin’ just a teeny bit better?”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasn’t totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. “Thihis- ihit’s nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!”

“Only for you, Fizz~” Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jester’s hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzie’s hands. Oh, that asshole! “SH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!” 

Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. “But right there is my favorite! C’mon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.” Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sin’s tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sin’s feathered skin instead of actually deterring him. 

“NOHO IHIHI”M NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!” Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasn’t teasing him about that. “Ooh, Fizzie, your tail’s wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?” Spoke too soon…

Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the imp’s hips, deciding to focus on Fizz’s neck instead. “Alright, alright. I won’t kill you, Fizzie babe.”

“F-fuhuckin’ feehels like ihihit!” Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzie’s opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jester’s face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. “Bahahahaaaabe!”

Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cute…

It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they weren’t officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.

As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. “Ohozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!” 

And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sin’s voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. “Easy, babe. You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. “Uhum…no, you’re good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?” Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the imp’s. “You know I did. It’s adorable, how can I not?”

He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didn’t protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldn’t deny that the sin’s chest was rather comfortable.

The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizz’s body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the imp’s face.

[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Chapter 16 (Final chapter!)

(At least until the sequel)

(CW: Consensual cannibalism)

 

"I bet you could play Doom on vox's screen. Heh, that'd be a funny prank. Especially if he turns it off right away, you could say something like 'wow, you can't even run the most basic of code? How pathetic’." She smiled mischievously, they had gone out on another walk. Heading towards cannibal town to meet with Rosie. She had invited them, saying she had a very special treat for him, and to bring Zariah along.

“What an inspiring idea my dear, I'll have to put it into practice someday… but tell me, what is this ‘Doom’ you speak of, some television show?” He gave a little head tilt, and she laughed before going into a whole explanation on the video game and why the joke was funny. Though, he didn't truly seem that interested in what she was saying, just enjoying the energy with which it was being said.

 

They arrived at Rosie's and Susan immediately started giving Alastor trouble, wanting to pick a bit of a fight about some nonsense or another. 

Meanwhile, Zariah went with Rosie back into her back room to prepare Alastor's present that the two had schemed on.

 

Rosie eventually came back out and waved to Susan who immediately stopped giving Alastor shit when she did, walking away. Her distraction was done.

Alastor made his way into Rosie's parlor with a slight grumble, “Ornery old bitch needs to be stuffed in a box and thrown down the fucking river.” His smile never faltered. Rosie couldn't help but laugh at that.

“Oh Al, this time she was just being a distraction so you wouldn't ruin the surprise Zariah had planned for you. She needed my help with it, since I'm the only one who would agree to her crazy idea.”

 

This caught his attention, “Oh? What kind of crazy idea?” He looked around, “Where is she?”

The door to the back room opened and Zariah came out holding something large and oddly shaped, wrapped in heavy satin with a bow around the middle.

“Right here Al! Don't worry, I didn't go far. I just wanted to surprise you, and Rosie's the only one you'd leave me alone with outside the hotel.” She set down the present on the table.

He tilted his head, “Oh? And what kind of gift is this, my dear?” He looked it over before pulling at one end of the bow to unravel it. “And what is this present in exchange for? Your rescue from that moth, I assume?” 

“Sorta, there's a second present waiting back in my room too. But that's a ‘just because’ present.” He pulled back the cloth and his eyes went wide.

 

“ Darling… what am I looking at? ” He sounded… confused. Unsure if he should be angry or elated.

“My wings grew back! And I heard you and Rosie talk the other day how angel flesh was so much tastier than any sinner you ever had. So… I wanted to give my wings to you!” She sounded so cheerful and excited. “You like them right? I know it's not a ‘prime cut’ or whatever the word is. But it's part of me I can happily live without, and there's a good chance they'll grow back again! I just had to promise Rosie if they do grow back again, she gets one of them next time too.”

 

Alastor ran a hand through the feathers, looking troubled by this before turning to look at the two women he loved most in all of hell. “I… you mutilated yourself for me? I'd never have asked this of you.”

Zariah's smile softened, “I know… but I wanted to do this for you. Give you a special part of myself.” 

 

Rosie sighed at this, “it's a truly romantic gesture, Alastor. And don't worry, it was completely her idea, and I was able to remove them without any further damage done. I was extra careful with our little angel.” She pet Zariah's head and she purred at the touch, tails swishing around happily.

“Rosie… I… I'm conflicted. I'm certainly excited about such a wonderful gift… but I also feel betrayed that you'd hurt her, even with her permission, behind my back.” 

 

“Oh Alastor… I'm sorry, I didn't think about it like that. But, it's her body, and her choice. Isn't it?”

“Perhaps, but she gave me possession of her soul in exchange for being her protector and caretaker. I have an obligation to protect her even from her own foolishness.” He held out a hand to Zariah, and she gave Rosie a tight hug before going to take his hand. He pulled her to his chest and kissed the top of her head.

 

“Al, if she didn't help, I still would have tried to do it on my own. Don't be cross with her.” She nuzzled into his chest, hoping acting cute would spare Rosie any wrath from him. He placed a hand on the back of her neck in a loose grip.

“Love, you'd really disobey me like that?”

“If it was for your benefit, absolutely. You have no clue the depth of my devotion to you.” She looked up at him with a determined light in her eyes. It almost scared him a little. He sighed in defeat.

 

“Well, I suppose we better cook these wings up while they're still fresh. Rosie, will you share these with me? That way what Zariah owes you is paid and she won't have to cut any more off.”

 

“Well, I certainly won't say no to that. How would you like them cooked up?” She smiled, glad he had calmed down. She'd hate to have to fight him, he was like a brother to her.

“ Barbecue. ” He said confidently, he knew they'd taste wonderful barbecued. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_--_

And that's the end for now! The sequel is almost done with its first draft as well. It will be darker and have more drama than this one did though. So get hype! Love you all!

[minniesmelody]

Hi it's my birthday ( I know, that last thing I said is not that important ) , but I love your fan fic, especially if they all have Gareth as the main protagonist, I would like to know how is Gareth socializes with a girl, who tries to get friends on her first day of school , girl of which no one takes importance because that typical nerd , as Gareth would approach her to strike up a conversation with her.

First impressions

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Gareth Emerson x Fem! Nerd!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: first day of school in the town of Hawkins was many things, Y/n never expected a warm welcome by curly headed boy to be one of them.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀: pure fluff. Some cussing but very little.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Gareth

𝗔/𝗻 : happy birthday my love! I can absolutely write about that and thank you for your kind words! I hope today treats you good and hope most of your birthday wishes come true, with love- 🐭🎀 x

It was a normal boring school day. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud, one of the worst days of the week if you ask me, and the fact that-

“Gareth, hey Gareth” Jeff said to me as he caught up with me, as I walking to first period, it’s too damn early for this.

“Yeah man, what’s up?”

“Did you see the new girl?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

New girl? Who? What? Where? Huh?

“Wait- have you not seen her yet? She is in the same grade as you dude, she made quite the first impression” Jeff said, a small fit of giggles escaping him afterwards.

“What do you mean quite the first impression?” I asked.

“She tripped on the stairs and fell on top of Carver when she first walked into the door, I kinda feel bad cause she did sorta embarrass herself not even a whole Minute of into the school” Jeff explained to me.

Yeah no that does sound kinda bad.

“Well this is my class, see you at lunch” Jeff said as he parted ways with Gareth.

Gareth soon reached the math classroom which was assigned his first period and took his usual seat in the back row. Class had started, usual boring nonsense of numbers and symbols filling his ears. All of that was interrupted though when someone had entered the classroom.

“I’m sorry but is this classroom B29?” The person said, voice belonging to a girl.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/n, the new transfer student, got lost is my guess in why you are late to my class?” The teacher asked her.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“Yes well, welcome to Hawkins high Y/n, please take a seat somewhere, I was just recapping everyone on how to get the area of a triangle”

I slowly looked around me…damn…the only place left to sit was next to me in the back row. She spotted the seat and took it, slowly sitting down and get trying to get comfortable.

Her outfit was simple, jeans with a red fuzzy cotton sweater and a pair of converse. She had managed to make something so simple look absolutely amazing.

I had caught myself staring, only because she must have felt my eyes burning onto her that she turned her head towards me and shot me a small smile.

Time felt like it froze, like If the world had become Ice.

I didn’t even give her a smile back, just quickly whipping my head back to the chalkboard and trying my hardest for the entire period to keep it that way.

That was the first time I saw her.

The next time was 3rd period, science.

And of course, Mrs. Smith, had placed us next to one another.

We didn’t say anything to one another. But during the class I frequently looked over and watch her. She was doodling in her note book for most of class, different things from stars, to planets, and she even drew a perfect detailed picture of a light saber. What I didn’t expect her to draw next was little dice, mostly D20s, and then it donned on me.

‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, this girl likes dungeons and dragons. I’ve never met a girl who likes the game, most girls wouldn’t call it a satanic game, the game of the devil in other words. But this girl…not her.

That was the second time I saw her that day. The next was last period. I hadn’t seen her in the cafeteria at lunch, if I did maybe I would have picked up the courage and introduced myself but she wasn’t there, so I didn’t get the chance to.

Last period was P.E, my least favorite class. Coach had given us a free day to do whatever we liked in the gym, I looked over and saw her take that opportunity to go and sit behind the bleachers.

Not very athletic huh? It’s okay, I’m not either. That being one the main reasons why I failed P.E, everyone else ended up with 80s and 90s, while I was stuck between 50s and 60s. But that’s not important right now.

I decided this would be a open chance to introduce myself, so I slowly followed her, stopping a few times along the way to make sure coach or no one else saw me.

There she was, sitting there, a book sitting in her hand, sitting crisscrossed on the floor underneath a bleacher.

She looked so…calm. So care free. Like she was in her own bubble or world, one that included only her and her thoughts. The sight was almost an-

“You know I can see you right?”

My head shot up, I wasn’t expecting her to say something, let alone say something without even looking up, without taking her eyes off the book.

“I- uh- I’m- I just-“

Good job Gareth. Stuttering and making a complete fool out of myself was most definitely the best way to go.

She finally looked up. Her eyes burning into my own. Her eyes were beautiful.

“Hi” she said, a small smile forming on her lips “I’m Y/n”

Y/n. Why did it sound so…good? It definitely fit her. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess.

“I’m uh- I’m Y/n….WAIT NO..I’m sorry you are

y/n, I’m um…I’m Gareth…”

Good. Fucking. Job. Gareth. Emerson.

“Nice to meet you Gareth” she said with a small giggle.

How did my name sound so good from her? I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much in my life.

I looked down and there sat the book she was reading, it was a Dungeons and dragons guide.

She followed my eyes, hers landing back on the book.

“Dungeons and dragons huh? You play?” I asked her.

“No but I always wanted to play, most people aren’t fond of the game so no one really is up to play”

“Hellfire” I said as soon as she was done saying what she needed to say.

She gave me a puzzled look “sorry?”

“I uh- hellfire, it’s the club I’m in, we play it, Eddie our DM, I could ask him if he could consider you joining” I offered

She just gave me the warmest smile I’ve ever seen “I’d like that”

I knew after that I would try my best to make her feel as welcomed, excepting, and loved to the best of my abilities.

Promise.

[claymorexpunisher]

We're Not Just Messin' Around (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Liv Morgan/OFC

Summary: Liv and Harper have always had an unspoken attraction to one another. That attraction comes to a boiling point during a long day of traveling...

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content that I make sure to tag isn't your cup of tea, do not read it. Also- I always try to get certain themes as accurate as possible but I'm not perfect. Either way, I hope you enjoy!!🖤🖤🖤

Tags: 18+, mommy dom!ofc, sub!Liv, mommy kink, consensual kink, friends to lovers.

Word Count: 2,297

Those of us in the Smackdown roster had a long day of travel ahead of us.

We were headed to Boston, but we had a 3 hour and 25-minute layover in New York.

So, Liv, Lacey, and I had explored the town for a bit before we decided to come back to the airport with enough time to board our plane.

I let Liv rest her head on my lap as we waited for our flight to be called and I slowly carded my fingers through her silky blonde hair…

It felt nice to have these moments with her where it felt like it was just us in our own little world.

Liv and I often skirted the line between just friends and romantic partners.

Neither of us ever denied having feelings for each other whenever people asked-and they asked a lot.

But we never unpacked any of that.

I guess I should thank Lacey for how this situation ended…

‘’Mommy… wait… mommyyy…’’ Liv suddenly mumbled, giggling softly in her sleep.

An amused smirk lit up my face and I was about to let her continue sleeping, until…

‘’I’ll be good, mommy…’’ I heard Liv mumble.

The words were mumbled so low, I thought I was the only one who caught them.

My hands paused in her hair, but still, I let her sleep.

‘’… Harper,’’ She moaned softly and let out another giggle.

Oh.

Well, dang…

Suddenly, Liv and I had plenty more to unpack, but first I had to deal with Lacey.

‘’… Liv. Wake up. Now.’’ Lacey said sternly, shaking Liv’s shoulder a bit harshly.

‘’Dude, relax.’’ I said to Lacey, but she ignored me.

‘’Liv, wake up.’’ Lacey barked again, leaning over me to shake Liv awake once again.

Irritated that she was ignoring me, I batted her hands away from Liv.                                                                                                                                          

But it was too late.

Liv woke up, apologized for falling asleep on my lap and she asked if our flight had been called already.

‘’Nah, not yet. I think you were having a nightmare, though. So, we had to wake you.’’

I said to Liv while I eyed Lacey, practically daring her to embarrass Liv in any kind of way and especially in front of me.

‘’Oh,’’ Liv said as she let out a soft and sleepy chuckle.

But I could tell that she hadn’t missed the animosity between Lacey and I.

Lacey clearly took my demeanor as a challenge because after a few seconds of awkward silence, she asked to speak with Liv in private.

Against my better judgement, I let out a stern ‘’No.’’

‘’Woahh, H. It’s fine,’’ Liv said, staring between myself and Lacey.

 I wanted to shield Liv from what I knew was going to be a full-on verbal lashing on Lacey’s end.

And I didn’t want to air this all out in an airport of all places.

But sure enough, when Liv and Lacey returned from the airport bathroom, I immediately noticed that Liv’s eyes were red-rimmed and teary.

The sight of her and how self-satisfied Lacey looked made me see red.

‘’The fuck did you say to her, Lacey?’’ I hissed at Lacey as I met her and Liv halfway.

Liv bypassed us both and went to fiddle with her carry-on bags as I was laser-focused in on Lacey.

‘’Ohhh, MomMy to the rescue, huh?’’ Lacey scoffed. ‘’Mind your business, child.’’

I laughed incredulously at her audacity.

‘’Hol’ up… Wait. You’re the grown adult having a meltdown over a dream that someone else had- something that doesn’t affect you directly in any way. Acting like someone committed a crime against you or some shit. But I’M the child? Get a fuckin grip, dude-‘’ I began to argue, my voice raising an octave.

Liv suddenly stepped an inch between myself and Lacey, holding onto my arm.

The hesitant way Liv reached out to me made my heart crack a bit.

‘’Harper, let it go. It’s fine. Let’s not get kicked outta here, okay? We have somewhere to be.’’ Liv murmured to me, avoiding both mine and Lacey’s gaze.

I hated the downcast look in Liv’s eyes.

I hated the way she seemed to shrink into herself, like she wanted the ground to swallow her.

Like she had anything to be ashamed of.

The whole thing was so fucking ridiculous; I couldn’t believe it.

And as she came into my line of vision, I was reminded of the fact that I wanted to minimize her obvious embarrassment.

Yet here I was, almost losing my shit and blowing up the whole situation instead of diffusing it.

Was the idea of Liv wanting to call me ‘Mommy’ a bit jarring?

Sure, maybe.

Mainly because like I said, any flirtatious interaction between us never crossed the line into anything else.

But at the same time… I had to admit that the idea was intriguing.

And sweet…

And the way it sounded coming from her lips did things to my heart and other places…

Due to our comfort level with one another, the idea of trying anything like that with Liv didn’t feel daunting or scary in any way.

But I wanted to earn that title, not demand it from her just because I now knew that she was interested in some way.

Now it was just a matter of talking things out and seeing where Liv’s head was at…

~~

I ended up switching my airline ticket along with Liv’s.

We didn’t care if we got into the next town a bit later, we just wanted to get away from Lacey and the whole fiasco for as long as we could.

Lacey had three whole seats to herself now and she could barely look Liv in the eye, so she didn’t bother complaining.

When we boarded the plane, I obviously asked Liv what went down between her and Lacey when they spoke in private.

She didn’t wanna touch the subject and so I let it go.

It wasn’t till we landed and got to our hotel room that Liv finally filled me in on the shitshow caused by Lacey in the airport bathroom.

After some reassuring that we were cool but that we’d talk about things later, Liv and I decided to chill out in our usual shared hotel room together.

‘’It was a mess, dude.’’ Liv said, smiling though I could see she was doing a shitty job at pretending to find the whole thing laughable now.

With every word-for-word recount that left Liv’s mouth, my jaw dropped further and further.

Again, I scoffed at Lacey having the nerve to call me a child.

‘’She made me feel like a fucking predator or something…’’ Liv laughed softly again, but this time her eyes watered just as they did hours ago at the airport and I didn’t miss the soft sniffle that followed.

 As Liv finally fell apart, I held her tightly against me.

Again, I reassured her that things were okay.

That she wasn’t a predator.

She was far from it.

And for Lacey to equate a certain kink personal preference with someone being a predator was absolutely insane.

It was bullshit.

‘’As long as you are also with a consenting adult and no physical, emotional, or mental harm comes to neither of you- what’s the problem? Surely her husband has called her ‘baby’ a time or two. So, what’s the fuckin difference? Surely, he’s not referring to an actual baby considering she’s a whole grown ass woman…’’ I ranted.

‘’Have you spoken about this with other partners?’’ I asked once Liv had calmed down and we began pulling back the comforter on the bed to settle down for the night.

‘You’re making fun of me-‘’ Liv began, smirking slightly despite the uncomfortable look that resurfaced in her eye.

‘’I’m not making fun o’ you!’’ I laughed.

‘’Really,’’ I said quietly. ‘’I’m genuinely curious! Have you?... I mean you totally don’t have to answer.’’ I said, noticing her silence.

I let Liv process my question, not at all pushing her.

I could see that she was beyond hurt over Lacey’s reaction and it broke my heart.

I knew Liv needed time, especially with how horribly things went down with her former friend.

Lacey, who Liv has never made a single pass at, not even in a joking manner- and as I considered that fact, I had to wonder if deep down, Liv had always known that Lacey would react that way even if Liv had just been joking.

I know I wasn’t exactly shocked by Lacey’s reaction.

-On the surface, Lacey seemed like a cool, easygoing person.

-But once you got to know her, there were certain things about her that seemed… old fashioned, let’s put it that way.

‘’Honestly? It never really crossed my mind until… until you and I started joking about that stuff,’’ Liv replied, letting the words tumble out quickly as if she were ripping off a band-aid.

‘’Oh?’’ I said, raising a brow.

I chuckled at the light blush that dusted Liv’s cheeks as we finally slipped into bed, laying on our sides facing one another.

Again, she avoided my eyes.

‘’Liv. If you ever wanted to try something like that, I’d be totally down for it. We don’t have to jump into anything you don’t want to, though.’’ I said, chuckling again as Liv buried her face into the bed covers.

‘’Are you serious?’’ She said, peeking at me.

 ‘’Course!... Look, the cat’s outta the bag already. Isn’t it? So why keep denying ourselves of something that could be at the very least, fun? I’ve never been a Mommy to anyone, but I have to admit that being a Mommy to you doesn’t sound half bad.’’ I murmured and I slowly reached to thread our fingers loosely together.

For a moment, I was unaware of how close our lips had slowly become, until Liv closed the distance and pressed our lips together in about the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received in my entire life.

As much control as I was taking in this conversation, I melted against her almost instantly.

My body molded to Liv’s easily and I held the back of her thigh as she laid on top of me and she practically straddled my lap.

I hummed softly as her tongue swiped against my bottom lip slowly, I narrowly stopped myself from slipping my hand into her pj’s to cup her ass.

‘’I don’t if… I don’t know if I’m ready to call you that yet,’’ Liv said as we slowly pulled away.

She stayed perfectly content laying on top of me while I rubbed slow, affectionate circles along her back.

I let a few beats pass before I answered, continuing to rub Liv’s back and feeling her body slowly begin to sag against mine.

She felt warm against me.

Like a steady weight anchoring me to reality and feeling like an absolute dream all at once.

Moving my hands up into Liv’s hair and letting the soft strands slide along my fingers, I finally spoke up.

‘’That’s okay. There’s totally no rush.’’ I said, kissing her shoulder.

Both of us sighed contently as she cuddled further into me, and she covered us up with the duvet with only our heads sticking out.

By now our bodies felt furnaces but we didn’t care.

‘’It’s just… I mean I know we’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just… I’m overthinking, I guess.’’ Liv mumbled against the safety of my neck.

Once again, I told her it wasn’t an issue.

As we dived into this new territory, we’d definitely have to talk about things more openly, but again, there was no rush.

~~

It took Liv shorter than I expected to actually call me ‘’Mommy.’’

But, god… when it happened I felt absolutely elated.

It felt like I could walk on water if I wanted to.

To know that she trusted me that much made so fuckin’ happy.

That was about a year ago now.

But I can honestly say that I feel just as elated when I hear that word slip out of her beautiful lips as I did a year prior.

‘’Mommy, please… more…’’ Liv whimpered.

I raised a brow as I scanned her prone body, sweaty and reddened, just like I loved it.

Liv looked stunning like this, spread out on my bed with clothespins decorating her breasts, flogger prints all along her supple body, and that hazy look in her eye that told me she was completely under my spell.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

And I knew that would never get enough.

Running the flogger along her stomach and down toward her pussy, I then swirled it slowly before I brought it back down on her thighs with a loud popping sound.

I smirked at the yelp she let out and I felt my body respond along with hers, watching the way her body arched upwards, now wordlessly continuing to beg for ‘more, more, more…’

‘’More? More what, sweetheart?’’ I cooed, licking my lips and smirking as I watched her body once arch into my touch once again as I ran the flogger along her breasts.

The action tugged a bit on the clothespins that were snuggly attached to her tender flesh and my clit throbbed as she whimpered once again.

‘’I know what you want, babygirl…’’ I said in a show of mercy as Liv struggled to string a coherent thought together.

Overwhelmed tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks the second I tossed the flogger to the side, and I rubbed her soaking wet pussy with the pad of my middle finger.

I showered her with praise as she nodded rapidly, she looked absolutely stunning.

And she was mine.

Because she wanted to be.

[laszlossweetcheese]

how about some jackie daytona x reader :0

I am so sorry to keep you waiting on this one! Thank you so much for the request and your patience, I had a lot of fun writing this one :)

Rain Is A Good Thing - One Shot

Jackie Daytona x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Y/n gets caught in heavy rain on the way home from work and finds themselves taking shelter in a dive bar called Lucky's.

Warnings: Smut! They do be getting hot n heavy though.

Rain was the last thing you needed, yet here it was, pouring from the sky as thunder rumbled in the distance. It had been a particularly shitty day at work and you dreaded making the half hour drive through the deluge in the dark. You made it to your trusty Honda Civic just before the sky had opened up even further, escaping the threat of being totally drenched, and for that you were thankful. 

You turned your radio up to drown out the sound of the harsh rain battering the roof of your car and started onto the two lane highway that would take you back to your apartment. You must’ve been driving further into the heart of the storm, because the rain only worsened as the thunder grew louder around you. Fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter, you drove on, until the rain had threatened to completely blur your view of the road. “Shit,” you grumble, squinting as you try to find a safe spot to pull off onto the shoulder of the road. To your luck, a driveway appears only a few feet further and you take it, seeing a rather empty parking lot before you. You follow the green glow of a fluorescent sign on the side of a building until you can make out a parking spot toward what you believed to be the entrance. This would have to do until the rain let up enough for you to finish the drive home.

Rather than sitting in your car for god knows how long, you decided to take shelter in the place you’ve made out to be a bar called ‘Lucky’s’. A drink or two definitely couldn’t hurt. You sprinted for the entrance and made it in a time that probably would’ve made you worthy of a record of some sort, but that didn’t keep you from getting completely soaked. With a sigh, you pull open the door and step inside, glad to feel that the heater in this place was functional. After shaking yourself off a bit, you head on over to the bar and take a seat toward the end furthest from the door. 

It was a typical small town Pennsylvania bar, with random sports regalia and some Irish decor thrown in here and there for some spice. There are a couple of weathered looking old men playing pool together, but other than that, you’re alone. 

“Evening traveler, can I interest you in some human beer?” 

You swear under your breath, startling at the sudden voice behind the bar. You relax upon seeing the supposed bartender, a slight laugh bubbling up out of you at your jumpiness. “You scared me, sorry. Um, yeah…could I have a shot of whiskey?” 

The dark haired man smiled around the toothpick between his teeth and gave a nod, pouring up your drink for you. It was quite a bit more than a shot, but you weren’t complaining. You shuddered at the first swallow, feeling the warmth of the alcohol start to blossom in your chest. 

“Fuck…forgot how strong whiskey is,” you mumbled, earning a chortle from your friend at the bar. “Oh yes, it’s quite the spirit. Not my favorite by any means,” he smiled. 

A second drink from the glass was all it took to finish it off and you set the glass back down onto the bar with a thud. You were able to hold off the grimace this time. “Yeah? What is your favorite?” You ask, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

“I’m more of a wine man myself,” he answered, giving you another healthy shot of whiskey. “Dark reds to be precise.” 

“Ah, I could never really drink wine. Always gives me headaches.” You swirled the amber liquid around in your glass a few times, watching the mini whirlpool in the center form and twist for a moment before dissipating once more. “Where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking.” The bartender had a unique accent. It sounded British, but there was something else to it you couldn’t quite figure out.

“I don’t mind at all. I was born and raised in Tucson, Arizona,” the bartender said proudly. You furrowed your brow a bit at his answer, having not expected him to be from America at all. You shrugged it off and took another sip. “And you, stranger?”

“Grew up about 15 minutes from here,” you sighed. All your life you had been tethered to this backwoods town and you were sick of it. You’d spent your high school years dreaming of going to college in some state far away, in a big city where there was actually something to do. Unfortunately, that dream didn’t work out when it really hit just how expensive college was, and the death of your last surviving parent ensured that you were in need of a job straight after graduation. “My name’s y/n, by the way.’

“Y/n, lovely name. My name’s Jackie Daytona, but you can call me Jackie,” he replied, reaching out to shake your hand in a way you could only describe as flamboyant. You liked Jackie. He had such an easy going energy that made you feel comfortable, even after the shit day you’d suffered through and the delay in getting home. 

“Nice to meet you, Jackie.” You gave him a smile as you returned the handshake. “You have a…charming place.” It wasn’t the cleanest or the most high end dive bar you’d ever been in, but you had definitely seen a lot worse. It was much better than the raging storm outside regardless. 

By the time you finished your second drink and the tipsy heaviness in your limbs had subsided, over an hour had passed. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d spent at the bar until your phone vibrated in your pocket and the clock on the screen told you it was nearly 11pm. Talking and laughing with Jackie had made time fly, and despite your drowsiness, you found that you didn’t want to move from the barstool. “Fuck, it’s late,” you mumbled, glancing up from your phone to look around the bar. The rain was still coming down steadily, but it wasn’t as violent as it had been earlier. You also noticed that the bar was now empty, leaving you and Jackie alone. 

“Storm’s let up…will you be heading out?” Jackie asked. Maybe it was just you being hopeful, but you thought he sounded disappointed in the thought of you leaving. You gave him a regretful smile. 

“I should….” You hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip as you fidgeted with your empty glass. A hand reached out and took one of yours, causing your breath to catch in your throat. You looked up at Jackie with questioning eyes, his thumb gently running over your knuckles.

“You sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” Jackie asked in a sultry voice, the gleam in his eye leaving you with no doubt that he was indeed flirting with you. “Just for a while longer, y/n.” 

Your cheeks burned pink and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Hmm…you are being quite persuasive,” you hummed, your gaze traveling down to the man’s mouth and appreciating the fullness of his bottom lip. Maybe it was the last of the alcohol clinging to your bloodstream, but damn you wanted to know how those lips felt against your own.

It seemed as though Jackie could read your mind. The hand not holding your own reached up to brush some stray hair back from your face, his fingers lingering at the spot just below the edge of your jaw and gently brushing over your skin there. You swallowed, feeling your face heat up even more at the contact as you let yourself lean into it. Jackie closed the gap between you, leaning over the bar so that your lips could meet. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back in full, your heart beating in your throat. His lips were gentle but firm, allowing you to make the move to deepen the kiss and choose the pace. 

Unfortunately, you had to pull away to get a full breath, panting softly. “I know the bar isn’t supposed to close yet, but what do you think about locking up….just for a bit?” You were a bit surprised at yourself for being so forward, but Jackie was hot and you hadn’t felt this turned on in a long time. 

Jackie smirked at you and pressed a shorter kiss to your lips. “I say, I like the way you think, darling.” With that, he left you at the bar to flip the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and lock the door, giving it a push to make sure no one would be coming in. You spun around on your stool to face him once he returned, now on your side of the bar so that nothing was separating you but your clothes. The bartender placed himself between your legs and pulled you into another kiss, this one more passionate as your tongues met and your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. Jackie grasped your waist and held your hips together, making you moan into his mouth. 

His hands eventually guided your legs to wrap around his waist and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, causing you to gasp and break your kiss for a moment. Jackie carried you over to one of the tables in the back corner of the bar so that no one would be able to see you from the few windows in the building and laid you down on it so that your ass was just at the edge. You were a breathless mess when Jackie stood up, your skin flushed and your pupils so dilated your irises nearly looked black. The man took in the sight of you as he expertly undid your belt and pulled down your jeans, removing them, your underwear, and your shoes in one swift motion your lust-addled mind couldn't even comprehend. He lifted your shirt up to expose your chest as well, his hands appreciating every inch of skin they could touch. 

“Jackie….please,” you whine, your arousal throbbing almost painfully. Jackie laughed darkly at your pleading, leaning down to tease you with wet kisses at your neck. “I like the way you beg,” he purred into your ear, tugging at your earlobe as he pulled back and making you shiver. You didn’t get the chance to appreciate his cock when he pulled it free of his jeans, as Jackie had lubricated himself with his spit and was teasing your entrance with the head of it before you could manage to sit up. Just as you were about to start begging for him again, he /finally/ slid into you, letting out a growl as he bottomed out. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, keeping still to give you time to adjust to his size. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you closer to the edge of the table so that he could push further into you and you let out a gasp at the sensation. Your legs were lifted and placed on Jackie’s shoulder and he started a steady pace, thrusting deep and hard. You had been so wound up beforehand that you were already feeling your orgasm build, your toes curling as Jackie sped up. The moans tearing from your throat were unholy, and you would’ve been embarrassed had you had a clear enough mind to be. Jackie was only spurred on by the sounds you were making and his own grunts and moans joined yours in a lustful chorus.   

He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you just right, making you climax with a shout of his name as your legs shook and your back arched. The old wooden table creaked begrudgingly beneath you as Jackie continued his harsh pace until he finished inside you, finally collapsing over you as you both fought to catch your breath. 

“Do you think I’ll be seeing you again, darling?” Jackie asked after a few moments of fucked out silecne between you. “I think you’ve found yourself a new regular,” you replied, throwing you both into a bout of laughter. 

Thank God for heavy rain.

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

Heya, ngl I was second guessing myself the entire time I wrote this, but I have a goal and ain’t no quitter! 😤

Additionally, I almost watched all of the movies for research purposes, but then I got lazy (so I blame any inaccuracies on that)

'what do you do in your free time?' 'oh i write robot porn and send it to my friends' :D this is what accomplishment feels like let’s ignore how this is way too long for a drabble and i haven’t even gotten to the main part yet

Well, anyways, this is all still sfw, bc I apparently can’t write anything without doing a bunch if worldbuilding lmao. Enjoy!

Graves sat in his car, sighing heavily. Today had been another unsurprisingly shit day and he couldn’t wait to get home. The people responsible for taking care of whatever the instances of destroyed towns and explosions were had refused for his team to handle said instances and he was fed up with them rejecting him access to even the least significant destruction site. He knew it had to do with alien life landing on earth, knew there was conflict between groups of these aliens and knew he could help. Hell, all he’d need to do is ask his friend! Sighing again, he looked out onto the street, checking for passerbies. Deeming it safe to do so, he gently tapped the middle console as a wake up call and held his breath. He watched in quiet awe as a body started manifesting on the passenger seat: male, middle aged with tan skin, a short beard and the most perfect laying hair in existence. Graves knew he could sit there and stare at Alejandro forever, the process of him manifesting out of nothing never loosing its impressiveness. "Nice to have you back. How was the nap?"

He tried to sound casual, as if the other wasn’t somehow occupying his every thought way too often to be healthy. Honestly, he had no clue where the alien went when he wasn’t in sight, probably teleporting somewhere cozy and nice to eat and sleep, he guessed. All he knew was that the surefire way to get his attention was a double tap on the console and he made sure to make that the first thing he did every time he entered his car.

"It was good, thanks. How did the meeting go? The higher-ups give you any trouble?" Alejandro smiled at him, he did that a lot, and tilted his head when Phillip scoffed and started the car.

"They were a bunch of assholes as always, wouldn’t let me send investigation teams to the newest sightings, because it’s apparently 'a matter of international security some mercenaries shouldn’t concern themselves with'. I hate them so much, I could eat my boots!" He huffed in agitation, checked the rearview mirror and pulled onto the street proper, following the signs towards the highway.

Alejandro laughed, or at least produced the equivalent of it his species was capable of. It sounded strange, slightly metallic, but Phillip had grown used to the tinny tone of it. "Boots aren’t safe to consume for humans." Said human rolled his eyes, but didn’t try to hide his grin, before looking as serious as possible and throwing a short glance towards the other man.

"Are you sure?" His question had the desired effect of Alejandro doubting himself and it made him giggle quietly. It was way too easy to mess with the alien and Phillip felt like he‘d never grow tired of it. The other had seemed to realize Graves was just messing with him and grumbled under his breath before falling quiet. The silence lasted until they arrived back home. Alejandro had been staying with him for a while already, their easy camaraderie and comfortable habits had developed almost naturally over time, had become something Phillip treasured.

Recently though, he couldn’t stop himself from wishing for their friendship to be more than what it was. He caught himself staring at Alejandro more often, trying to find excuses to be closer to him and flirting. Especially the last part was worrying him, because it seemed like the alien had started flirting back and Graves wasn’t sure if the other knew the implications of it or not. Oh god, he wished he knew; it‘d make the whole ordeal so much easier, ignoring the part where he didn’t know what was down Alejandro’s pants. Don’t get him wrong, he had definitely theorized about it, but downright asking had felt like too bold of a step. He ended up not being able to shake the thought as he pulled the car into the driveway and drove into his garage.

It had looked pretty bare beforehand, but after meeting the alien and him insisting on living in the garage and not a spare bedroom, Phillip had put in some bare necessities like a couch, a table and two chairs. The mini fridge in the corner of the room had already been installed back when he‘d bought the place, and that was where he was headed after exiting the vehicle to grab a cold beer and offer one to Alejandro who refused politely, as always.

Graves shrugged and put it back, opening his own and leaning against the fridge’s side to look at the other man. He knew he was staring and should probably stop, but how could he when Alejandro was staring back so prettily?

"Something on your mind?" The alien tilted his head inquisitively, a gesture he picked up from Phillip. It made the human‘s heart flutter to realize he had an influence on him, to know that he paid enough attention to him, at least subconsciously, to pick up some of his habits.

The silence had stretched on for too long, as Alejandro slowly started grinning at rendering him speechless. Phillip scrambled to find an answer, anything to say or talk about, but he felt his throat closing up as he watched the alien slowly stalk towards him. "Or is it someone? Dilated pupils in humans can mean attraction." He sounded way too smug for Graves‘ liking.

Embarrassed at being caught, he quickly looked to the side, his gaze landing on the car. "Well, are you gonna do something about it?" He stared back directly into the other’s eyes, raising a brow at him in challenge. This could go very, very wrong, but he honestly wasn’t using his brain right now. Cursing his lack of logical thoughts, he couldn’t help but inhale sharply as Alejandro cupped his face with his hands. They were cool on his skin, not cold, but absent of warmth like the air itself held his face.

"You wouldn’t be able to handle all of me, mi amor." It took Phillip a moment to fight through the fog laying over his mind, but it must’ve been apparent the moment the other’s words registered, as Alejandro laughed, the metallic quality of it sounding like it echoed through the garage a bit too loudly.

His look of confusion melted into annoyance. "Oh really? Have more confidence in me. I know I can take it, I could take you." He might’ve stumbled a bit over his last few words, might’ve sounded a bit too desperate, even to his own ears, but it was worth it the way Alejandro’s gaze softened. Even if the amusement in it was laced with exasperation, Phillip couldn’t help but feel like he won- right up until the other stepped back and shook his head.

"You haven’t seen my true form. You can’t be a judge of that."

"Then show me" A beat of silence, Alejandro looked unsure about the request, but ended up shrugging and suddenly his form flickered before disappearing. Graves had seen that trick often enough, but what he wasn’t prepared for was his car, standing only a few meters away where he had parked it, to start creaking. Metal grinding on metal, it rose and fluidly rearranged its parts, the process looking both terrifying and mesmerizing. It was humanoid in shape, so tall it had to crouch to fit into the garage und looked almost mocking the way it stared back at the gobsmacked human. Its face was something straight out of a sci-fi movie, all angles and metal and edges. It looked dangerous, like a chainsaw was dangerous in its potential to kill you if you didn’t know how to handle it properly.

He tried coming up with an answer to this reveal, but eventually just blurted out a weak: "What?"

I AM GIGGLING LIKE A MADMAN I LOVE YOU this is so good holy fuck ahahahaha oh my fucking god your galaxy brain. i already said i admire the dedication but sitting through almost all of the movies for this is something else, ur a real one. the movies are my guilty pleasure tho...

fr going in blind reading this i would never think you weren't really into the franchise before that

love how you handled ale and their little banter and inherent differences and the way graves doesn't really fully grasp _how_ different are they too used to him appearing human and normal and within his comfort zone. the way he didn't expect anything like this at all. and tried to accommodate him as one would a human or at least an organic species. poor bastard about to learn some new facts about himself and how far attraction can go, as if being down bad for an alien in theory wasn't enough. also i love that ale is very much himself just a bit behind on human culture. and i love ale being so soft for him but holding back because he's not sure how graves will react 😩 alejandro's a lucky bastard, gonna find out that his little human is a freak (affectionate) soon enough

also the worldbuilding for stuff like this is important and i love when people do that! by all means go off, i love your writing style.

i re-read this like three times before answering. i can't get enough of this thing. everything about this is so good. you managed to turn a crack au into something wonderfully perfect. god I'm such a robot fucker. and so is graves

[pacifymebby]

born to die // chapter four

He took me to a part of town I didn't really recognise, far enough out of the city that the roads were quiet, close enough still that the greasy spoon we ended up in was open twenty four hours. It looked like heaven when I saw it, sickly yellow light glowing from the windows across the otherwise deserted street. The rusting shutters on the other little shops - not that there were many - had been pulled down and locked hours before, the lights in the terrace windows above all out their inhabitants sleeping. 

"Always dead quiet here this time o' neet," said Sam not bothering to check the road for cars as we crossed the street, my foot slipping on the curb because I was shivering. When I tripped my ankle folded in on itself, a pain shooting up my leg which made me wince. 

"Shit," I hissed leaning in to his side when his arm snaked round me and caught me, his hands remaining on my waist to steady me, lingering longer when he saw the pain on my face. 

"Are y'alreet love?" he asked, his voice echoing the same concern as he'd held for me earlier when we'd gone skidding across the floor of the back room at the Angel. His brow knitted just the same too and had I not been struggling to hold back the little sob which had caught in my throat I'd have been flawed by the sight of it. How pretty he was when he frowned like that. When his eyes filled with worry for me. 

"No," I winced as I tried to put my foot down and bare weight. It hurt like hell and I wasn't stupid enough to try and walk on it or pretend to fine. Wasn't stupid enough to lie to him now that I'd already allowed myself to stray so far into this dangerous unknown. I was already here with him in some shadowed part of town I didn't recognise, this was already the stupidest string of decisions I'd ever made. And yet I didn't feel stupid putting my trust in him because he was right. He'd saved my life without a second thought. What would be the point in hurting me now. 

"Ah shit cm'ere lass," he sighed squeezing his arms around me tighter, lifting me up so that I didn't have to worry about putting either foot on the ground because he'd swept me up bridal style and started heading for the entrance. "And here you always look so elegant on that stage like..." he cracked a grin the teasing tone in his voice painting an embarrassed little smile on my pained features. 

"It's not usually pissin rain inside the Angel to be fair," I tried to defend myself, my smile giving me away as he jostled me in his arms to reach for the door. 

I felt the warmth of the electric heater wash over me immediately, the heat a sudden rush of comfort leaving my skin tingling beneath the heavy blue velvet of my sodden dress. It was the kind of warmth which leaves your features flushed, left a sigh of relief on my breath and when Sam placed me down on the cushioned seat of a booth at the back of the room he echoed my relief with a sigh of his own. 

"Fuck me it's cold the neet," he said with an almost nervous grin as he shook the rain from his little curls, "gan get you somat hot to drink, are y'hungry dya want anythin eat?" he asked running his hand through his hair, little drops of rain gathering at his fingertips as he squeezed a little water from his darkened locks. 

I looked back at him, shuffling back into the booth so that I could sit back against the wall and get a better look at my ankle. There was a bruise already forming and it hurt to touch though I tried to hide my discomfort. Men like Sam were so used to violence, to all kinds of gory injuries that I was certain he'd think my discomfort a little dramatic. But instead of rolling his eyes or shaking his head he winced apologetically, dropped to his knees at the edge of the seat and took my leg in his hand. His touch was still icy but something about the way he held my calf in his hand, pushing my dress up to my knees to get a better look at my injury, was so gentle that it offered me a warming kind of comfort anyway. 

"Last thing y'want am sure but am gan get you some ice for this, stop the swellin like," he said skimming his fingers carefully over my bruised skin, trying to feel for swelling, trying to work out if it was broken or just strained, but I knew it wasn't broken, I knew that whatever pain I was in then would have been amplified tenfold had I broken it. 

"It's really fine," I said, cold hand clutching the edge of the table to steady myself as I tried to sit up straight and read the backlit menu board above the counter across the room. 

"Divn't worry about that like wor Dru can probably make you whatever y'want like, what dya fancy?" 

"Just a brew like," 

"You sure?" he raised his brow a little cynically, perhaps he could see from the way I was shivering that really I was starved, that until I'd taken my little tumble I'd been dreaming of chips cheese and gravy and a milky brew, "must be hours since you had somat eat lass?" 

"Aye," I said forcing an awkward smile, "feel a bit sick now though." 

And again his brows tugged together and again that little crease furrowed above the bridge of nose and this time when he looked up at me I did notice how cute concern looked on him, how endearing that little frown really was. 

"Are y'sure, a can get you somat just to try, you might feel hungry when y'see it, wor Dru makes reet good chips like..."

"Honest a think if I try to eat owt now I'll die," I said softly, my smile self deprecating as I locked eyes with him, watching him stand up and give in. He shrugged his hoodie off over his head revealing an almost soaked through white t-shirt that clung to his skin, clung to the muscles in his back when he turned away, crossed the dirty linoleum and leaned on the counter leaning right over it to reach into the heated trays and pinch some chips. I saw his cheeky smile light up his face when his friend saw him, whipped him with a tea towel and told him to get his thieving hands away. I couldn't keep the smile off my lips when Sam's laugh rang out through the quiet cafe. 

I leant back against the wall, wrapped my arms around my body and tried to control my shivering. It was much warmer inside than it was outside but with my dress soaked through and clinging to me I was frozen. My hair was dripping cold water onto my collar bones, the little streams trickling down my chest each drip sending a fresh shiver down my spine. My teeth were still chattering and I felt the sudden ache of tiredness sneak up on me. Now that I was sitting down, shielding from the rest of the city in that booth at the back away from the windows, far away from my uncles side of town, now that I was as safe from Van's temper as I possibly could be, the stress was beginning to leave my body. My racing heart was beginning to slow. I was beginning to realise just how cold, just how tired, just how hurt I really was. 

So I couldn't help the way I fell into a melancholic little daydream as I sat there waiting for Sam to come back. The sounds of the cafe filtering out as I drifted into my thoughts. Worrying about Johnny who would still be searching the city for me, worrying about my mother knowing that whatever Van suspected me of now he would suspect her of too. Fearing for how she would cope with his temper. Picturing him smashing her little house up in a rage. Picturing him headed for the flat I lived in with my friend Suki. Knowing he wouldn't think twice about the time of night before he battered that door in to find the traitor. I felt a lump stick in my throat only when it was too late to swallow it down. The tears in my eyes were gathering fast and I just about managed to catch my sniffled sob with my hand over my mouth before it was too late. 

When Sam returned he made me jump. He placed two take away cups of tea down on the table and large polystyrene container too. Steam coming from all three the most comforting sight I'd had all evening. I watched him take a handful of sugar packets and little milks from his pockets and drop them in a heap in the middle of the table before he sat down. 

"Dru's gan fetch us some towels, says y'can use the back room to change steada the toilet cause its mingin..."

"I don't have anything to change into anyway," I said reaching for the tea and a couple of milk pots, struggling to open them because my fingers were still shaking. I'd been about to say something else, some shaken little thank you to him and his absent friend for being so kind to me but he'd already cut me off laughing at my apparent stupidity. 

"Aye well neither have I like, wor Dru lives upstairs, where'd y'think the towels are coming from?" he chuckled at you reaching to take the little milk pots from your hands, "how many dya want?" he asked nodding to your cup as he peeled the little foil lids back and lined them up for you, "a divinna if you have sugar or anything so I just grabbed a handful of everything," he said offering another awkward little smile as I poured pot after pot of milk in. 

"Theres never enough milk in these things," I said with a soft smile, looking up at him from under my lashes as he opened another for me and placed it down beside my little paper cup. He grinned and nodded in agreement pushing the sugar towards me when I reached for it. "Depends how sad am feelin..." I said as I tore one sugar packet and emptied it into the now milky cup of tea, I chewed my cheek as I reached for another and then one more. 

"Three?" he grinned, brows raised in disbelief, "lass thats a bairns cuppa!" he teased, his smile soft and lingering when he observed my simmering little pout, one I was struggling not to let turn into a smirk. "That how sad y'feelin aye?" he asked a little quieter, his smile fading to that of a sympathetic curve on his lips, his eyes a little darker as he reached for my hand across the table, "am sorry av proper got you into trouble haven't I?"

"You saved my life Sam," I said quietly, my voice still simmering with my sorry mood, "don't be sorry for that..." but when I trailed off he could tell I wasn't really finished, could tell that I was holding back. When I looked down and reached for my tea his hand on top of mine stopped me. 

"Let it cool lass, a burnt tongue ain't gonna cheer you up." 

I forced a small smile putting the cup down, giving it another little sad stir as I looked up at him with teary eyes I couldn't forgive myself for showing him. 

"I don't understand," I started, voice cracking a little as a tear escaped, "why'd you do it? And... well, fuckin hell what were you doin there if you weren't with them..."

"I wasn't there with them," he said leaning back in his chair opposite me, one arm resting casually on the table, the other reaching for his cup of tea. "Y'nar that thought really don't you..." he said lowering his voice, his blue eyes locked with mine for a moment before they flickered over my miserable features and darkened once again. 

I swallowed down a little nervous to admit the truth. The truth being that he was correct. That deep down I had already worked that out. Sam had been showing up at The Angel for weeks now, always hiding away at the back, always in shadow, a ghost with his hood pulled up and his collar popped. Only ever lingering for as long as it took for me to sing my songs and then slip out the back door. 

"They didn't know you were there did they?" I asked table to drag my eyes from his, touched by the honesty which glowed in them when his lips curved a crooked closed smile and he shook his head. 

"To tell you the truth lass a come see you sing every neet a can, prettiest voice I've ever heard I reckon..." he said it all without taking his eyes off me, kept his gaze on me even when I could no longer look back at him, shying away from his compliment, a fresh flush to my rosy cheeks. 

"You risk your life every Friday night because y'think I've got a pretty voice?" I raised my brow cynical and smirking, reaching for my tea again. He just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, watched me hold my paper cup in both hands and raise it to my lips. 

"Y'wanna blow on that love, its still hot..." he said, his voice quiet and smirking so that I couldn't tell if I was still being teased. 

"Not sure I should be taking advice from a lad whose just told me he puts his life on the line to listen to some lassie's singin," I said with a shy smile, doing as he said anyway, surprised when I felt my lips push to blow the steam away. 

"Not just any lassie's singin," he said with a chuckle, "she's got the voice of an angel like."

"Really?" I grinned unable to hold back my laugh despite the little tears still beaded in my lashes. 

"Aye really," he said grinning, his dimples popped so that for a moment it was impossible to imagine him as the dangerous lad I knew him to be. Impossible to see him for the doomed gangland evil he was and always would be. His reputation, the reputation of his family didn't mean anything just then, when the light caught his eyes and his smile creased his features still so boyish and cheeky despite the darkness of the life he lived. 

"So is that why you saved me?" I asked sorry to lower the mood, sorry to wipe the smile from his lips and leave his eyes shadowy once again. Knowing that I had to ask because I had to know. "Will they... if they work out it was you? Will they..."

"Divn't worry yourself about that like," he said reaching for my hand across the table, his touch a little warmer then, his fingers touch as they stroked over my knuckles hesitantly, "Am a big boy aren't a, can look after meself..." he said catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he let his eyes flicker over my features again, reading the worry in my eyes and smiling softly, "anyway," he said his voice lower then, "was worth it if you ask me... finally gettin talk to y'" 

[metalhurricane]

Eddie Munson x Goth! reader, part 5

Masterlist

Note : y/n repeated one year, so she’s 18, Eddie’s supposed to be 19-20. y/n’s shorter than Eddie

6:07pm. 

y/n sighed as she completed her homework. Well, completed’s a big work, she basically did the bare minimum, not double checking. 

“Ah that shit is pointless.”

She then prepared her bag for the next morning, before going downstairs to help g/n by putting the plates and preparing the table. Her grandma made dinner, some homemade lasagna with a salad, one of y/n’s favorite foods. As they were eating together, y/n talked about her first day at school. All of it, the bad... but mostly the good. She said that she met a whole group of people like her, especially one...

grandma : “One day in, and you found yourself some boy already” she giggled y/n : “nanaaaa ! he’s very sweet, and we are friends. That’s what he said.” she smiled grandma : “yeah, yeah whatever. Don’t forget that I was too a young lady, once. Even though it was quite some time ago... I haven’t forgotten about it.” she said with a soft smile. y/n : “yeah... but I’m happy I found likeminded people here...” grandma : “and I’m happy for you too darling” y/n : “By the way...” she said, playing with her fork. Something g/n caught on immediately grandma : “what kind of shenanigans did you planned again ?” y/n : “...we’re going to meet up later, and go to the arcade in town.” grandma, sighing : “well, don’t get yourself into trouble. Understand ?” y/n nodded : “yes nana.”

They kept eating the rest of the lasagna, while talking about g/n’s plants, and what she did today. 

y/n : “oh, by the way... did you move some of my stuff in my bedroom ?” grandma : “no, why?” y/n : “oh... weird. that must have been me, it’s nothing.”

After dinner, y/n helped to clean the table and wash the dishes, while her grandma asked her if she wanted to eat any cookies or cake for dessert, which y/n politely declined. “Maybe when I’ll get home later if I’m hungry.”

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7:12pm

“And don’t forget, I said 9:45, which means you need to be HOME at this time.” “Yessss mom, see you later !”

Dustin said, as his mother kept on rambling behind him. He quickly jumped on his bike and went to Mike’s house. When he arrived, Mike was waiting for him, sitting on the porch, reading a letter.

Dustin : “hey” Mike : “hey.” Dustin, pointing the letter : “El ?” Mike, nodding : “yeah. Everything’s seems good, as per usual for her.” Dustin : “You’ll see her soon, don’t worry.” he said smiling

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7:12pm

y/n went upstairs again to quickly get ready before leaving the house. She went to the bathroom, and fixed up her liner and hair by detangling it slightly. She took off the remains of her lipstick, but didn’t put any afterwards. Just a bit of chapstick. y/n then walked to her room. She picked her pair of chunky Dr Martens, and laced them up on her feet. They’re more comfortable to.... fuck around, and run, just in case. Basically kept the same outfit, to which she added a beanie, because nights were still very cold in February, gloves and a black scarf. She threw on her leather jacket, and zipped it up. 

She quickly glanced at her mirror, and she thought she saw... something. She wasn’t sure and waited to see it again. After a few seconds, she shook her head and told herself, that it was nothing. y/n went to her desk, found some cash, a lighter, and a black butterfly knife.  “Just to protect myself” she giggled, reminded by what Eddie said earlier. She put the knife, cash and lighter in her jacket pocket.

y/n went downstairs, said bye to g/n who was reading a book, and went to the garage. She was about to get into the car, when her intuition kicked in. She stopped, and put the car keys back to the key holder.  y/n searched around the basement, to find something else to transport her to the school. In a box, that was her dad’s, she found an old rusty skateboard. She raised an eyebrow, while swiping the dust off of it.

“Never thought you were cool once, father.”

y/n took the skateboard and walked to the garage door, while tapping her fingers on the car when she passed by.

“Sorry not tonight sweetheart. I got bad intuition, I’m not gonna risk you getting hurt.”

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7:12pm

Eddie was walking around his room, trying to decide if he had to leave early, of late.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, what should I do ? If I leave now, and be early, everyone is going to tell me that it’s not common for me... but if I’m being late, then it’s disrespectful to y/n...” 

The phone rang in the trailer, Wayne answering. He then yelled at Eddie to come pick up the call, to which he did.

Eddie : “Yea, it’s Eddie.” Mike : “Hey, it’s Mike. Dustin is here. Are you still coming to pick us up ?” Eddie : “Yeah, why? ” Dustin : “Well, it’s already 7:15pm so....” Eddie : “Alright, I pick something to eat on my way, and then I’ll leave. But it’s because y’all asked me to come right ?” Mike, slightly confused : “yeah..?” Eddie : “alright, see you in a bit.” And he ended the call.

Eddie went to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips and left the trailer. He went to his car, and quickly checked himself in the rear mirrors. He could still do that here, not when the boys were with him.

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y/n was skating her way to the school. She almost fell a few times, as she hasn’t skated in a long time, but overall she could still do it. She arrived at the same place her and the boys were a couple of hours ago, and she noticed a car parked there already. It was Gareth’s. When all the boys in the car saw her, they immediately got out of it to welcome her.

“y/n !”

She smiled and went up to them. When she arrived, she stopped and hit the skate with her foot while catching it up before it fell. She grabbed it against her and saluted the boys.

“Hi guys !”

They chatted for a bit, before they could hear some loud music coming up their way. Then, Eddie’s van came into vision very quick, and parked next to Gareth’s car abruptly. The music stopped, and Mike got out of the passenger seat real quick.

“Jesus man, you’re insane... learn how to drive !!” Mike spat out, while closing the door behind him. That made y/n laugh, and when Dustin came out of the van, BUT from behind, meaning he was sitting in the trunk, she lost it and bursted out in laughter.

Dustin : “It’s not funny ! Wait until you’re sitting in the trunk with this maniac !!” Mike : “For real, how did he get his license ?” Eddie : “Stop complaining, or else’s you’ll walk back home” he said, while getting out of the van. 

Eddie was grumpy seeing you with everyone else before him... was he... getting jealous ?

y/n : “Well, what should we do then ? Now we’re all here” Jeff : “Didn’t we said arcade earlier ?” Eddie : “Everyone’s up for it ?”

Everyone nodded.

Dustin, talking to Eddie : “Can we stop by Family video real quick ? I need to bring a cassette back.” he pointed at his backpack Eddie : “Uhhhhh you can’t do that tomorrow ?” Dustin : “Please Eddie ! We’re passing by, and we could have died 100 times while coming here, so you could do that ?” Eddie sighing : “Uh... alright. But you drop the thing, and then we’ll go to the arcade. Do you mind y/n ?” y/n : “no, not at all ! I told you, I’m new here, so I don’t mind exploring Hawkins.” Eddie : “Do you want to come with us ?” he pointed at the van “I think there’s no more room in Gareth’s car” he said with an evil grin intended to Gareth. y/n : “yeah, okay, let’s do this!”

Everyone went to the cars, y/n going to the trunk doors.

Eddie : “what are you doing ?” y/n : “uh... getting in your car ?” Eddie : “No, come sit in the passenger’s seat, the kids can stay behind” Mike and Dustin : “Huh????? and die here???” y/n laughed : “no worries, I’ll stay in the trunk with Dustin. It’ll be fun. As long as you put some good music” she said to Eddie with a wink.

Eddie smiled to her, and went to get in his car. “You bet your ass I’ll play only the best for you” he thought to himself. 

[whyareyouhere66]

Reggie Peters x GN-Ghost-Reader

Gender Nuetral Reader

Ghost/Dead Reader

Reggie x Reader warnings: mentions of death, cursing.

Hurt/comfort

1995

“I’m so sorry, for your loss.”

I stare at the doctor wide eyed, my heart shattering. “N-no…..”

Beside me, Bobbie is quick to pull me into his side, to which I quickly wrap my arms around him as I choke out a sob.

The loud bustling noise and clean, white walls of the hospital fade out, and even the warmth of Bobbie’s body seems distant as I try *and fail* to comprehend the doctor’s words.

‘This isn’t happening…this isn’t..happening…’

.

.

Oh, but it was.

Despite the heartbroken thoughts in my head telling me it was all just a hoax, a week or so afterwards I find myself standing in front of 3 graves, each decorated with flowers and their own personalized tombstone.

Reggie Peters -

1978 - 1995

Beloved son, boyfriend and friend.

Could always light up a room, even in the darkest of times.

Should’ve been vegetarian.

…who was gonna light the rooms up now?

****

 “And next on todays news- yet another teen death has occurred in town, but  this time not by hotdogs.                                                                                    This teen was Y/n L/n- who happened to have been dating Reggie Peters, the former band member of ‘Sunset Curve’ who also unfortunately passed away 4 months ago. Y/n was 17 years old, to have been 18 in only 2 months. The   cause of death appears to have been a car crash….                                                                                                                            ****

2020

It was a cloudy day, most likely about to rain. With about half the sky covered in a grey expanse of clouds, the other half showed splotches of the pink-orange sky, hinting to the sun set.

Most people would be at home, maybe at a restaurant with friends, awaiting for the night or at most some sort of rain.

Except for 5 teens, no no. Restaurants weren’t on their agenda tonight- Y’know what was?

A cemetery,

To be fair though, 4/5 of them were already dead.

Alex, Reggie, Luke, and Willie (not part of the band, but he was honorary) strolled through the maze of stone-slabs and grass, accompanied by their alive friend, Julie. Aka the only who could actually see them.

With Willie and Alex hand in hand, they trailed behind the group and laughed in amusement as Reggie and Luke goofed off- poofing from one side of Julie to the other, playing an odd game of ‘made ya look’.

“Will you two quit it?? I’m gonna trip over someone’s grave-“ Julie said, rolling her eyes at Reggie and Luke’s childish antics. “Eh, I’m sure mister….Jason Barnes won’t mind.” Reggie said, grinning at the dark-haired girl after reading off the slab of stone. “Wait wait- Jason barnes?? Dude wasn’t he the cashier at the Safeway by Bobbies house-“ Luke said, and Alex and Reggie’s eyes widened.

“No way-“

“I always wondered what happened to him.”

This quickly turned into game for the 4 ghosts, “who knows which dead guy.”

So far it was

Alex: 2

Luke: 4

Reggie: 7

Willie: 5

“Um… I’m not gonna ask..” Julie says hesitantly, watching her friends bounce around the cemetery.

‘God my life just keeps getting weirder by the second…’

“What about this-“

Reggie poofed in front of another grave, this one having colorful flowers painted onto the edge of the tombstone.

“….one…”

His face changed from one of amusement to one of shock, eyebrows furrowing as he stood there speechless- mouth hanging open ever so slightly. “..well what about it??” Willie asks confused, only to not get an answer.

Julie, Luke, Willie and Alex all shared a look, before making their way to the grave. “Reggie? What’s wrong-“

It wasn’t until they all got a clear view of the stone for Luke to realize what had happened. “…oh shit.”

Alex quickly caught on aswell, leaving Willie and Julie confused.

Y/n L/n

1978 - 1995

Wonderful friend to many, amazing partner and child. They will be remembered, and they have been and will forever be loved.

Should’ve stayed home.

Luke pats Reggie on the shoulder in comfort, but Reggie didn’t move. “Um, who’s y/n??” Willie asks, and without moving Reggie finally answers him. “The love of my fucking life, that’s who….”

His voice cracks mid-sentance, and the realization finally hits their long-haired companions. “Oh my god…. Reggie I’m so so sorry-“

Julie pulls Reggie into a side hug, to which he weakly returned. “..they only died a couple months after we did, too…” Luke says, and Alex curses under his breath. Willie takes the blonde’s hand, kissing his temple reassuringly.

They all stood there, silently mourning.

“Well the tables have really turned, huh?”

The voice startled the teens, each whipping their head around so fast whiplash couldn’t even describe it.

“No way…” Luke mumbled.

There stood none other then y/n themselves- s/c skin tinted orange in the light of the setting sun- e/c eyes shining brightly.

In a split second Reggie’s troubled expression was gone, instead being replaced by complete shock. “I- youre- huh?”

Y/n laughed slightly. “C’mon, didn’t ya miss me??” They stepped closer, spreading their arms out wide. Without another word Reggie rushed forward, practically leaping into the arms of his love.

Despite the joking tone and wide grin, y/n hugged him with such passion that the two stumbled a bit on the patchy ground. “Oh my god..I can’t believe you’re actually here…” Reggie mumbles, his voice being muffled as his head was currently nestled into the crook of y/n’s neck. “I thought I lost you forever…” they reply, hand cradling the back of the dark-haired boy. “Well, now you’re stuck with me forever..” Reggie responds, pulling away and leaning closer to their face. “And thank god for that…” Y/n whispers, kissing him sweetly.

“Awww!!”

“Shh, don’t ruin it Julie.”

“I think I’m gonna cry.”

[surprisingmarch]

📖A snowflake adrift an icy wind, A Big Decision📖 (Chapter 5)

------------------------------------------ Rating: 13+

Story Type: Fantasy / Fluff

Words: 1,215

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

"I'm a bit concerned for your safety sugarplum, if I noticed the energy surge that the portal caused, I'm sure other people did as well. And I know there are some people out there who would do anything to get their hands on magic like that, they would kill you even if you were just an innocent bystander. I'm afraid Mrs. Claus won't be able to protect you like I can. So, what do you say?"

Mrs. Claus chimes in. "He's right dear, I'm afraid I never thought of that. We wouldn't be able to protect you from warlocks and the other entities that exist here. You're welcome to stay here after the fact but I must recommend you leave with Snowy." You look back up at Snow Miser. "Okay, fine. I'll go." You look at Hermey, he stares at you for a moment before turning to Snow Miser. "If you take her you have to take me as well. At least then she would have someone who's kind of familiar to her." Hermeys says. "That's fine. As long as you don't cause any trouble." Snow Miser jests then bursts out laughing. " Wait Hermey don't you have a-" You get cut off. "I have a second in command, she can take over while I'm away. Do you not want me to come?" Hermey asks, he puts his hand under his chin as he awaits an answer. "Well, I mean, I don't not want you to come. I can't just ask you to throw your life away and come with me though." You respond. "But I'm not 'throwing my life away', just consider it my vacation, I haven't had one of those in years. I've been too busy training my understudy so I can take time for myself occasionally and she's ready for a taste of what it's like to run the joint." Hermey replies. You both sit silently for a moment. "You made it so I can't argue with you." You say, blatantly. "Then it's settled, I'm going with you." Hermey says as he stands up and starts to leave the room.

You start to ask where he's going but before you can even get a word out edge wise, he answers. "I'm going to go pack a few things for the road, I'll be right back. Don't get into anymore trouble while I'm gone." He smirks at you, you're 100% sure he's once again making fun of you about the damn shoe thing.You watch as he walks out of sight, you turn back to Snow Miser who finished his laughing fit and is smiling gleefully at you. He probably caught the shoe thing as well. You sigh. "So, how's your day been?" You finally ask, Snow Miser snickers at you. "Didn't know what to talk about?" Snow Miser quarries. You shake your head. "I'm good, how are you?" Snow Miser asks with a tilt of his head. "I think I'm good. I mean, this is all so new and strange, but I think I'm okay." You look down and fiddle with your hands, then you look for Mrs. Claus in the crowd of elves that for some reason huddled into the right corner of the room near the entrance. You spot her, she's talking to some elves. Shit, you have to sit here in awkward silence until it's time to go. You've always been awful at small talk. Thank God Snow Miser noticed and just so happens to be amazing at it.

"So, where are you from, sugarplum?" You flinch, startled from the sudden voice behind you. You turn around to face Snow Miser and respond. "I'm from a small town in Idaho, Wallace. Have you heard of it?" You ask. "I know all the towns and cities from all over the world. You see, it's my job to send snow storms and cold weather all over the world. And before you complain about some places not getting much snow during winter, blame it on my brother Heat Miser. He controls fire and heat, he always turns my Snow into rain or fog in the southern states. God forbid I give the kiddos a Snow day." Snowy rolls his eyes and then looks back at you, a big smile is spread across your face, you're absolutely amazed that he can control weather. He must be one strong warlock.

Snow Miser's once annoyed expressions softens into a small smile. "Are you a warlock?" You ask, eagerly. Snow Miser chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Oh no dear, I'm not a warlock. I'm an Elemental. I'm the element of cold itself, that's why the room gets so cold when I walk in." He pauses. "I probably should have lead with that, actually. It would have been alot easier to explain that way." Snow Miser ponders for a moment before continuing. "My brother is the element of heat, I have more siblings who are various elements. My mother is Mother Nature herself." "What are they the elements of?" You ask, absolutely entranced. "Earthquake is the element of earth and earthquakes. Don't be fooled, he's quite friendly.. he can really shake up a joint. Then we have the wind quadruplets, who control each direction of wind, North, South, east, and west.

Be careful of North Wind, he's quite the snob. He also tried to kill Santa Claus that one year, but that's a story for another time. There's the sky twins, Thunder and Lightning, who, of course, control thunderstorms. Then there's the tides, High Tide and Low Tide. High Tide controls hurricanes and floods, and his brother Low Tide controls droughts and wave direction. They also control high and low tide, unsurprisingly. Then lastly, Mother Nature, she controls nature itself, she can control every element if need be. We take orders from her. That's everyone." "Who's your daddy?" You ask. "We don't have one, Mother Nature forged us from the very things we control. I was created from ice and dirt which then turned to flesh and bone, my brother Heat Miser was birthed from molten rock and dirt. Dirt is the thing Mother Nature uses to create flesh and also doubles as a connection to the earth." You look completely awestruck, it warms Snowy's frozen heart. Snow Miser chortles at you. "Is that really that interesting to you?" Snowy quarries. "It's absolutely incredible, I'm more invest in your stories than most things I've ever read. Please continue." Right as Snow Miser started to say something Hermey yelled. "I'm back!" You turn to look at him, he has a tiny black suitcase and a green backpack.

He sets his tiny suitcase on the ground. "Welp," Snow Miser stands up. "Looks like we'll have to continue this conversation later! Come along snow angel." You hop up and follow Snowy, Hermey follows behind you. Snowy leads you outside, and you and Hermey say your goodbyes to all the folks at the workshop, Hermey finishes a bit earlier than you. You make sure to give Mrs. Claus a big hug before finally walking back to Snowy who was standing patiently with Hermey, waiting for you. Snow Miser grabs your hand and then Hermey's, suddenly you're all warped into whole new icy environment. You smile, you're ready to embark on this exciting new journey.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 6

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

[jamsofdeath0]

Proof qi could generate Riverdale plots, via ai generated Riverdale plots.

"Jughead's Disaster"

1. The biggest mistake I ever made was buying a house with a basement...

2. I was never really interested in anything until my senior year of high school. And then I became obsessed with becoming a lawyer.

3. I got pregnant at 17 years old! There were no abortion clinics back then, and I had to go to the only clinic in town, where they would tell me that if I didn't want to carry to term, I could have the fetus aborted.

4. After going through some tough times, I eventually decided to put myself through college, and graduated with a degree in Law Enforcement. I spent 10 years working for the police department before deciding to start my own business.

5. My first business venture was Jughead's Disaster, Inc., the world's largest and finest provider of disaster services. I hired a bunch of people who couldn't do their jobs and charged them an outrageous amount of money for doing nothing. Within 6 months, we went bankrupt.

6. The second time around, I started my own landscaping company. We did well for a while, but after a while, everything turned to shit again. So I took out loans I knew I wouldn't be able to pay off, bought a brand-new truck, and started a lawn care service.

7. That lasted about 5 minutes. When I tried to cut grass, I realized that I wasn't as good as I thought I was. Plus, our customer base kept shrinking over the course of the summer. To make matters worse, our customers kept complaining about the smell coming from our trucks.

8. In desperation, I decided to become a real estate agent, since I figured that I'd be good at selling houses. Well, I'm not great at selling houses, but I am pretty damn good at finding houses to buy. I've been looking for a house for 2 weeks now.

9. All I need is a place to sleep for the night, a bathroom, a kitchen, a job, and a nice home to live in. But I'll settle for any of those things right now.

10. If you're reading this, I'm probably still alive. I don't know what happened to that email I sent you guys. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day.

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Jughead's fantastical day out

1. "The journey begins."

This line represents Jughead's way of starting things off. He always starts something at the beginning and finishes it off completely. When he's not thinking about his friends, he's worrying about them. So, we know where his headspace is right now. He probably got some good news, but isn't sure how to react.

2. What kind of car?

We know he loves cars. But what kind of car? Maybe he's been looking forward to driving around town with his buds on Saturday. That's pretty exciting!

3. "I've never done anything like this before. I'm nervous."

He's finally doing something he wants to do, but he's still nervous about it. That could mean that he's going to get caught. Or maybe he thinks he'll have fun without getting caught, but then again - who knows?! Jughead's just excited to go somewhere new, so he doesn't want to disappoint anyone.

4. "What if I don't like it?"

Jughead doesn't want to do things unless he likes them. If he hates it, he may run home early. But, if he does love it, he might stay longer than expected!

5. "But I'm supposed to meet my friends here..."

He knows he should be meeting his buddies, but he also wants to hangout first. We'll bet they're all worried about him, especially once they find out that he didn't show up to work.

6. "Maybe I can hang out with them later?"

If he gets bored hanging out with his friends, he'll go back home. If he really misses them, though, he might decide to stay longer.

7. "This is the last thing I need. A bad day at work."

His boss is probably mad. His coworkers are probably pissed off since they think he's messing up their plans. And his friends will definitely tell him about this later. Why is he even doing this?

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Jughead's disasters

1. A Weed Man Named Jughead

In his youth, Jughead was a member of a famous gang whose members wore blue jackets and were known by their nickname, the Blue Meanies. One day, he fell out with the gang leader, who told him to leave town. Jughead responded, "I'm going to kill you," and went home. He got drunk and shot his father dead. When police arrived at the scene, they arrested him for murder instead of being allowed to shoot him again.

Jughead's mother had been married before, and she divorced her second husband after learning about Jughead's crime. She then married a widower named Nuggety McSnooterson, who adopted two children who were also raised as members of the gang. Nuggety and his wife renamed themselves The Snoots and moved to a farm outside of town where they grew marijuana to help raise money for their adopted children's college education.

Nuggety's first harvest yielded only enough marijuana to pay off the mortgage on their house. Jughead learned about Nuggety's growing operation, and he decided to take over the business. He renamed himself Dr. Crippen (after the infamous serial killer) and began making plans to kill Nuggety and his family. Meanwhile, Nuggety's son Jack realized what was happening and tried to warn his parents, but Jughead had already poisoned them both.

Jack survived long enough to call the police, but Jughead took revenge on him too. After killing Jack, Jughead turned his attention to Nuggety's teenage daughter, Ginger. He kidnapped her and brought her back to his lair, hoping that she would witness her father's death. Unfortunately, the girl escaped and ran away from home. She eventually joined her boyfriend, a young man named Jeffy Jones, who had left school to work at the local factory.

Jeffy knew Jughead well, since they attended the same church. He was happy to see that Jughead had finally changed his ways, but the two men still did not get along. The night before Jeffy was supposed to go away to college, he came home to find Jughead waiting for him. Jeffy was forced to sit down while Jughead explained his plan to kill Nuggety. He said that he wanted to make a fresh start in life and asked Jeffy to join him in the drug trade.

Jughead offered Jeffy $10,000 if he agreed to become his partner. That night, Jeffy went to sleep on the couch, thinking that he would have plenty of time to decide whether or not to accept Jughead's offer. But when he woke up the next morning, he found himself alone. Jughead had fled without saying goodbye, leaving Jeffy to wonder just how much money he really stood to gain from the deal.

Jughead soon returned to his lair with a new partner named Sludge. Together, they planned to sell drugs to middle-class citizens in order to finance their elaborate scheme to destroy the entire community. Their first big job was to steal a shipment of cocaine from a nearby warehouse belonging to Mr. Biggs, who was a rival drug dealer.

The following day, they drove to the warehouse, where they waited until Mr. Biggs' truck pulled up. Then, they followed behind him and watched as he loaded the cocaine onto his truck. As he walked back to his office, they jumped out of their car and seized the drugs. When Mr. Biggs saw that his truck was missing, he called the police. Soon, officers from the sheriff's department surrounded the warehouse. They searched everywhere but could not find any sign of the thieves.

Later that evening, Jughead and Sludge were relaxing in their hideout when the police showed up again. They searched the premises and found some blood that had spilled onto the floor. They suspected that someone had been injured inside the building, and they rushed to investigate further.

Inside the warehouse, they discovered the bodies of Mr. Biggs and his employees. There was no sign of Jughead or Sludge anywhere. They had vanished. In fact, no trace of anyone had ever been near the site of the crime. All of the evidence pointed to the conclusion that Jughead had killed Mr. Biggs and stole his cocaine. The police arrested Jughead and charged him with murder.

When the trial date approached, Jeffy decided to testify on behalf of his friend. As he described the events of the previous night, he mentioned that he had never seen Jughead carrying a gun. He added that he had always believed in his friend's good intentions, so he could not understand why Jughead had tried to kill Nuggety (and his family). However, he admitted that he had seen the pair together many times before, and he remembered that Jughead had boasted to him about his intention to kill Nuggety so that he could inherit the family fortune.

This evidence seemed to undermine Jughead's alibi. Police searched his house and found several guns hidden under the floorboards. They charged him with double homicide and attempted theft. Jeffy testified on Jughead's behalf, explaining that he had lied about seeing the guns on purpose. He said that he had been afraid that Jughead would try to kill him if he revealed the truth.

After hearing Jeffy's testimony, the jury acquitted Jughead of all charges. He and his accomplice had managed to fool everyone, including the judge and the jury and they felt confident that they could do the same thing again.

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[hometown-haunting-sos]

I Moved Back to my Hometown to Take Care of my Sick Mom… and I Think I Encountered a Ghost.

I (M24) recently moved back in with my mom (F57) to care for her full time. She has small cell lung cancer. Doctors said we were lucky they caught it early, so treatment could start immediately. That doesn’t mean they can cure her or anything. It just means that what would normally be six months of needles, tests, hospital visits, and the suffocating dread of imminent doom will be sixteen months of needles, tests, hospital visits, and the suffocating dread of imminent doom. Lucky.

So anyways, my mom’s choking to death on her own blood and lung tissue, and nursing homes are expensive. That’s where I come in. The prodigal son. The one who escaped, who made it out. The bright eyed and bushy tailed little boy with stars in his eyes and a dream in his heart that struck out to go to school in the big city… and immediately crashed and burned after graduation. (A degree in journalism sounded way cooler before I had to actually rely on it for anything substantial)

But I didn’t quit. No. I didn’t go back. I could never. See, the minute I set foot in New York, I promised myself that there was NO looking back. My home was in the city now, and that little podunk meth town that I grew up in would stay in the rear view. And I kept that promise. For better or for worse, not once did I EVER consider going back. Until my mom got sick.

All of a sudden, staying in the city was no longer an option. I had to go back. I had to abandon the life I had only just started and run back to the one that I left. Even though I knew it wasn’t the case, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking back with my tail between my legs. I felt like a failure.

But it’s fine, ‘cause I have a bunk bed now. Or, again. I have a bunk bed again. The room I sleep in now is just my childhood bedroom, plus a couple boxes of junk and a family of opossums I’m pretty sure. Oh, and a ghost. I almost forgot about the ghost.

So this all started the first night I arrived. It was, like, 2 A.M. when I pulled off the I-81 into Coeburg. I was starving, and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with my mother on an empty stomach. So I pulled into the only place in this town that’s open past 9 P.M., the Yellow Submarine 24 hour diner.

Walking into the charming old building, I was immediately thrown into a world of deja vu. Bittersweet nostalgia washed over my body in thick waves. My ears were greeted by the familiar sound of the Beatles’ song “Yesterday” rattling the speakers of the ancient jukebox in the far corner of the dining area, and my nose was filled with the greasy aroma of Carol Rigby’s signature 24-hour fries. I’d forgotten how much I missed the taste of those crispy cholesterol bombs. The diner looked almost identical to when I last saw it, save for the piece of plywood covering one of the windows on the diner’s back wall. The cracked, neon yellow pleather barstools and baby blue cushioned booths all sat, empty, exactly as I remembered them. The yellow and white checkerboard tile floor and stainless steel tabletops seemed like a photograph taken straight from my memory, but faded, slightly, over time. Everything was just like it should’ve been, save for one thing. One person was missing.

In spite of the stress and chaos that plagued me in my everyday life, in that moment, that instant when my foot crossed into the Yellow Submarine, my mind was taken back to a simpler, less depressing time. Suddenly, everything was alright.

Overwhelmed by nostalgia, I let my instincts take over, and made my way to the bar. I hopped up onto my stool, the second one from the right, and rested my elbows on the countertop, hunching forward and letting all the stress of the real world roll right off my shoulders.

“Hoooo-leee shit,” a familiar chain smoker’s rasp, that could only belong to old Carol Rigby, came from within the kitchen, “If it ain’t Mister Big City!”

I looked up from the countertop, where I’d been observing my baggy eyed reflection, and greeted the old battleax in an apron with a smile, “Miss Rigby! God, it’s been ages.”

“You can say that again. Welcome back, kid. It’s good to see ya down in our neck of the woods after all this time.”

There was a split second of uncomfortable silence when Carol’s gaze landed on the empty stool next to me, then made its way back to meet mine. Her eyes were soft, and filled with a sort of hesitant pity. I could tell she was debating whether or not she wanted to say something.

Before she could make up her mind, though, a softer voice emerged from the back room, “I thought I smelled something funky.”

A young woman, about my age, walked out next to Carol. Her arms were crossed and her head was tilted sideways. A smirk and cocked eyebrow added an air of sarcasm to her next words.

“Thought the raccoons had come back around. I was fixing to get the broom from the back.”

I remembered her now. She looked so different from how I remembered her, so much more mature. The creases in the corners of her eyes and lines between her eyebrows were new. They looked so out of place on the face of someone so young. They were signs of stress, doubtless caused by the weight of adult responsibility and loss.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a broom to beat away this city rat, Val” piped up Carol. She laughed at her own joke, her deep guffaw sounded like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park with the black lung.

“I missed that humor of yours, Miss Rigby. Glad you’ve still got it.”

“You’re a grown man now, honey. It’s Carol. Now, what’ll you be having?”

“Lemme guess,” interjected Val, a mischievous, knowing look in her eyes, “your usual?”

“And that is?” I implored.

“Cheeseburger. Hold the mayo and mustard, extra pickles, cooked just long enough to get charred on the outside, but so the inside is still pink.”

“And?”

“Double side of fries.”

I was floored, “Damn. Didn’t realize I was that predictable.”

“I always remember the regulars,” Val said with a proud grin and her chin held high.

“I’m hardly a regular. It’s been six years, V.”

“Time doesn’t move the same round here, hun,” Carol assured me, resting a wrinkly hand on my forearm, “as long as you’re right here with us, you might as well have never left.”

I enjoyed my meal, and the company that came with it. While I ate, Val and I caught up. We talked about what we’d done after graduation, what lockdown was like in our respective communities, what it was like being an adult, how different things are, how different we are.

In many ways, everything in Coeburg was exactly as it was in my memory, but in one, very important way, nothing was the same. After I left the diner, and navigated the narrow, winding roads that lead me back to my childhood home, my nostalgia began to fade away. The temporary rose tinted fog that had filled my mind had cleared, allowing me to, once again, see the town for the place that it was. The place that drove me away so long ago. The place that I thought I had, finally, managed to escape.

The front door of my mother’s house was wide open, and the only thing that sat between her and the outside world was an old, dented screen door. I reached out my hand to grab the handle, and slowly pulled it open. The hinges screeched aggressively, cutting through the silence of the sleepy neighborhood like a greasy chainsaw through jell-o. Suddenly, I became very aware of the fact that it was four o’clock in the morning.

I did my best to creep in the house as quietly as I could, praying that the door hadn’t completely blown my cover.

“Boy, where the fuck have you been?” My mother’s raspy voice, emerging from the darkness, nearly made me jump out of my skin, “Last message you sent me said you just pulled off I-81, and I know for fucking certain it don’t take no two hours to get here off the interstate.”

“Good to see you, too, Ma.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“I was hungry,” I rolled my eyes and dropped my backpack on the floor next to me, “So I stopped at the Yellow Submarine. I saw Carol and Val there, and we lost track of time catching up.”

“And you didn’t get me anything?”

“I didn’t know you’d be up. You’re supposed to be getting rest, right? Isn’t that what Doctor Phillips said?”

“I didn’t know I was too good for a to-go box,” my mother continued, “I can reheat things, y’know. Just ‘cause you’re a big city boy now don’t mean we’re in the stone ages back here. Father Michaels gave me an airfryer for Christmas last year, and I’ll tell ya what, it changed my life.”

I nodded my head toward my mother and started to make my way down the hall to my room, “Alright, Mom, goodnight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“You’re gonna have to sleep on the top bunk, by the way. I’m using the bottom for storage.”

I sighed and rested my forehead on my bedroom door, taking a moment to beg all in the world that’s holy to put me out of my misery quickly. After taking an appropriate amount of time to be dramatic, I turned the handle, and swung my door open.

It was too late, or, early at this point, to take time to wax nostalgic and reminisce about the good old days. Instead, I kicked off my shoes and climbed up into the top bunk, plopping myself down on top of the blankets, still wearing my clothes. There was no time for comfort. Just sleep. And that was what I planned to do.

But I was interrupted. Because of course I was.

Just as my eyelids, heavy with the stress of a long day’s travel, began to shut, and my body, stiff and sore from ten hours on the road, began to fall limp, and my mind, so full of pain and nostalgia and trudged up memories, began to shut itself off, something happened.

My arm hair stood on end and the skin all around my body prickled up. My heart skipped a beat and my breathing got faster. I felt someone. A presence I couldn’t deny.

Before I had the chance to think, my body shot into an upright position, and immediately, I locked eyes with it. Him. I think it was a him. I can’t quite describe it in a way that 100% makes sense. There wasn’t a ball of light or a floating sheet. It didn’t look like a person, either, because it really didn’t look like anything at all. It looked like… nothing.

When I say I saw him, I really mean I saw nothing in the shape of something. But with no shape at all. The shape of this thing— this ghost. It has to be a ghost— can only he described as the uncanny, jarring absence of a person where a person should be. Like a gap in my perception of reality. Like my eyes wouldn’t see— or maybe my brain wouldn’t process— what every other part of me knew was right in front of me. I wanted to reach out to it. To understand it. To ask it, or him, a question. I could tell it wanted to talk to me, too. I felt it. I felt the absence getting closer like an arm reaching out to me, trying to take hold. Trying to communicate.

Before I could process anything— before I could cower away or reach back— I woke up.

The sun was up, its burning rays shining down through the curtainless window onto my body, which was now drenched in a cold sweat. I was disoriented. Just a moment before, I’d sat, face to face, with a presence that I was— and am— absolutely certain came from a world beyond our own. But in the blink of an eye, I was back in my bedroom.

I didn’t know what to do, so I started writing. And now I’m here, with my story, asking you all if you can tell me something— anything— about what I saw last night. It had to be a ghost, right? I saw a spirit in my home, and I don’t know how to move forward from that, or if moving forward is even an option.

[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 28]

Topics: The Poor (Work/Wage/Hours)/You’re Fucking Dumb/Shopping “Addiction”/Fat Ass on 9th (or 10th) Street/Work (Social)/Living Arrangements (Bad News)

*LENGTHY*

The poor has resumed. There are barely any hours to give. During the colder seasons we have to “cut labor”, which is partially true, but this is mostly due to management calls. We do not control their dumb decisions or abuse of their authority to utilize the hours available for themselves and others not as deserving. I personally don’t feel the need to beg and plead for the hours, nor do I even want the hours (can manage), but there is leniency in these decisions on their end.

The average dumbass would assume, “You’ve been doing a lot of nice things for yourself, how is this poor?”. I just told you how. Fucking idiot. “Those were expensive purchases.”. I’m aware, but I’m also aware that I am making them. Not being a dumbass comes with excellent benefits.

I purchased the new jacket. It was $49. That was how much I estimated: $49 - $56, leaning left. I informed my African American manager of this, I think he’s been snitching about my purchases. This should confirm my suspicions. As I was leaving, I saw some jeans on sale. I am conflicted about my decision to stop purchasing clothing, following this realization. They are about the same or cheaper on the other side of town at my current (keyword) favorite jeans store. The switch may not even occur, as I plead loyalty to the original jeans store.

I was walking to work this morning. I noticed this woman walking a white dog. She had thick thighs. I assumed she had an incredibly fat, ass. She stopped and turned for a second because her dog stopped, so I couldn’t confirm for about 10 seconds. When I turned around over my shoulder, she had a fatter ass than I had expected. That girl was working with some heavy artillery. It was ridiculous. I don’t want to over exaggerate, but I also don’t feel I’m depicting this well enough.

In other news, the newer, tall girl worked with me for most of my shift today. Bitch still smells good. Shit must be reaching the part of my brain that manages insanity. Every time I cross her path, I feel just 30% crazier and a little horny. Every time I see her, I have to get a view of that ass. It’s so fat. I just keep thinking, “How did I miss this?”. Anyways, I need to fuck this bitch. These baggy ass jeans aren’t giving me a good enough view of this ass. Her hair’s cute though. I made the manager (who I said I could never fuck)’s salad today. She asked for a lime. She tells me, it’s for her chips and taps her pocket. I just think to myself, “that’s the most Mexican shit I’ve ever heard in my entire life…”.

My head coach caught an attitude with me today. She asked me to change tasks and did not like how I was getting started. She frequently gets stressed over labor and starts getting angry “randomly” and speaks with people (mostly me) using the most condescending tone. I’m just like, “What the fuck does that have to do with me? I’M not stressed.”, then proceeded to get angry when HER task was in my way and said I wouldn’t be getting mine done fast enough because I decided to use a smaller space. I tell her, I did it because one of her items was taking up the space. It wasn’t even there when I went to get all my stuff to get started. She moves it angrily.

The worst part of all this is, almost a year ago, my housemate’s “friend” (the neighbor), fixed the kitchen sink’s pipes. By New Years (almost 30 days later), it broke. He went to school for this kind of work and works this type of job, by the way. He became angry and told her to tell me to fix it (we don’t like eachother, I make it known whenever he comes over). With no experience, I did this, in 5 minutes. It held for 11 months. “Mysteriously” the other day, I heard water splashing underneath the sink. The washer was not on the pipe (suspicious) & 1/3 broken. I assumed my housemate had knocked the pipe out and said nothing about it because of the washer being off. I reattached it, came off again, washer broken. I went to get the other washer he’d left, it was gone. I assumed the same happened to him and he was curious on how I’d gotten it to stay and disconnected the pipes to see for himself. Now my fucking kitchen sink is leaking and I have to fix this problem myself and get a new washer, maybe new pipes. I’m pissed. These bitches are about to be in for a wild experience in the hood. I would have LOVED to buy this building because it’s such an important part of my entire life and the structure is so interesting and visually appealing to me…but no, I’m blowing this bitch down and rebuilding. The pipe structure sucks, the building structure is ass and allows mice in and this bitch is likely 3 million years old (100, but you get me).

- MH (2023)

[11/06/2023 - 7:07PM]

[vigilvntes]

I got so fucking romantic, I apologise - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: you know when you start writing something and you're like this is so fun i love this idea but then halfway through you lose all hope but you're already 4k words in and you don't really wanna just abandon it. yeah. that's what happened here. anyway we're here now so uh. yeah.

Warnings: fem!reader, piv sex, fingering, explicit language, mentions of violence, alcohol (pls let me know if there's anything i missed!)

Word count: 8.5k

Summary: Adrian lays his cards out on the table after a night at the bar. They say a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, after all.

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"Adrian?"

Oh, this was a rare sight. Adrian Chase, out past 11pm, no Vigilante suit in sight.

He let go of the bloodied and bruised man who's hair he had gripped in his hand, sending him crumpling to the ground with a pained moan. His hands were covered in red, his clothes dishevelled, which made you think there had probably been some push back from the man Adrian had beaten before he eventually got the upper hand. When he turned to face you, stumbling slightly, the snarl on his features was quickly replaced by a lopsided grin when his eyes met yours. Your distinctive black mask covered most of your face, but he knew those eyes anywhere.

"Fuck... Shadow. It's you." He breathed out. You were grateful that he had enough sense to remember to call you by your alter ego, but what you weren't grateful for is the fact that he was stumbling towards you at full speed, almost tripping over his own feet.

You stuck your hands out instinctively, pressing your palms firmly against his chest before he could fall on top of you. "Yeah, it's me." He was drunk. So, so drunk. You could smell the alcohol on him, see it in his hazy smile.

His hands found their way to your waist almost instantly, grabbing and stroking your flesh through the cold, black leather of your suit. "What're you doing here? I thought you were out of town."

"I was." You pushed his wayward glasses back up his nose. "I got back a few hours ago. Thought I'd step out for a little fresh air, see how well the Vigilante has been looking after Evergreen in my absence."

Adrian scoffed, "I've been doing a remarkable job, if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, I can see. I came back here to make the third man, but..." You stood on your tiptoes to glance over his shoulder at the man laid unconscious on the ground, "Seems like you had everything under control. What'd he do?"

"Nothing." He answered simply.

"Nothing?!" Your jaw almost hit the floor.

"Nah, he just looked like an asshole." He seemed to find that funny, because after a few seconds he burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, okay. So now we're beating people half to death just for looking like assholes?" Adrian was a stickler for the rules, that much you knew. If he caught anyone breaking the law, he wouldn't hesitate to threaten, beat or even kill them (which you actively tried to encourage him to do less). Though it seemed in his drunken state, even those who were abiding by the law weren't safe. Especially if they looked like assholes.

He groaned, stomping his foot, "Dodo, look at him and tell me he doesn't look like an asshole. He has the worst tattoo I've ever seen. Seriously, I think anyone with weirdly large tattoos of animals should be banned from public spaces."

You stood on your tip toes again, looking down at the guy. You noticed the buzzcut first, and then you noticed the hideous, unnecessarily large tattoo of a lion on his forearm. Sighing, you shoved your tongue in your cheek for a moment, before begrudgingly replying, "Okay, yeah. He kinda does look like an asshole."

He gave you that shit eating grin, nodding proudly to himself. "See? I knew my little Dodo bird would agree with me." He brought his hands up to your face, squishing your cheeks between his palms under your mask.

You were grateful that he couldn't see most of your face, and that a thin layer of fabric stood as a barrier between his hands and your hot cheeks. The nickname that he gave you all those months ago (Dodo, because you nicknamed him Vig, so he had to return the favour) always had you weak at the knees. You knew each other's real names, and you had seen each other's faces many, many times. Dodo was just something that stuck both in and out of the suit. "Yeah, maybe I agree that he looks like an asshole. But I don't agree with beating random people to a pulp just because they look like that." You flicked his forehead, smiling to yourself when he grimaced and mumbled a quiet 'ow'. It didn't hurt, you knew him well enough to know that he was always playing for your sympathy. "You never know, he could've been a really nice guy."

"Not as nice as me though, right?" He asked, the smile falling from his lips in an instant.

You decided to fuck with him, shrugging your shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe I'll have to get to know him once he's recovered. Figure it out for myself."

Before you could even blink, his hands were on your hips, pulling your body closer to his. "I'll kill him before he can even look at you." He mumbled huskily, licking his lips. You knew he was being serious. A few more choice words from you and the man behind him would be dead, and it wouldn't be a pretty sight. You just loved to see how fast you could wind him up, how fast his mood could flip.

You just smiled under your mask, running your gloved fingers across his forehead before pushing his hair back, "You're cute. But I'm just fucking with you." Cute wasn't a word typically associated with murder, and if anyone overheard your conversations with Adrian, they would probably deem you crazy. But come on, how could you not find it extremely endearing that he would go as far as to murder anyone who looked at you funny or even tried to come on to you?

"No, you're cute." The grin was back on his lips just as fast as it had fallen.

"Okay, how about we get you home, huh?" You suggested, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady him.

"But I don't wanna go home yet. I wanna stay here with you." He whined out, poking your stomach. "I've missed you. I wanna spend alllll of my time with you."

He had missed you. While you were away he thought of you. Whether he meant it, or it was just the drink talking, you had no idea. But the thought made your head feel fuzzy. "Well, you can spend alllll of your time with me tonight, but... at your apartment. Sound good?" Adrian bit his lip for a moment, thinking on your suggestion, but it didn't matter what he thought because you had already slung his arm over your shoulder, guiding him out of the back alley. It was a good job that his apartment wasn't too far. With your support, almost all of his weight leant against you, he was still struggling to walk straight. He tripped over his feet more times than you could count, and you feared he would end up falling to the ground face first if you let go of him.

"Jesus, Adrian..." You started, hauling him around the corner on to the main street, "How much did you drink tonight?"

"I don't... I was just at the bar. Studying."

You glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You were studying? And what were you studying? The drinks menu?"

He let out a laugh, leaning backwards, almost falling over and pulling you with him until you managed to haul him back. "Important test coming up. Wont be able to go to the big dance if I don't ace it."

"The big dance? What are we, high schoolers?" You asked, chuckling quietly. Adrian made little to no sense when sober, so drunk Adrian was on a whole new level of senseless.

"Hey, if we were high schoolers I would totally ask you out to the big dance. You're prettier than everyone I knew in high school. Even Katie Reed, who told me that she'd give me a handjob behind the bleachers if I did her homework but when I showed up she had the whole football team there to laugh at my dick, including my older brother and his friends." That hurt your heart a little, but judging by the way he continued talking, it didn't seem to phase him. "You're prettier than her, though. I'd ask you out and happily get rejected in a heartbeat."

"You think I'd reject you?"

"Yes." He didn't even hesitate to answer.

"Why would I reject you?"

He shrugged, "Because you're you, and honestly you're like, the coolest person I know. I was a total nerd in high school."

"Uh, excuse me. I was so fucking into nerds." You argued, poking his stomach with your free hand.

"Yeah, sure you were."

"I was! And you're still a fucking nerd, so I guess I'm still into nerds."

"Hey!" The corners of his lips were pulled down into a sad little frown.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You're totally still a nerd. You watch fucking Fargo every night before bed and you text me D&D memes that I don't even understand. So yeah, you're a fucking nerd. But if you asked me to the big dance, or whatever, I'd totally say yes."

"Okaaay, then will you go to the dance with me?"

"Yes." You answered simply, glancing up at him.

He hummed, a mix between surprise and satisfaction, and grabbed your chin gently, "My pretty little Dodo's gonna be my pretty little date." He had a big, dumb grin on his lips. The kind that made his eyes crinkle, and your heart melt. "We should wear teal. You'd look so pretty in teal. You look pretty all of the time, actually. Especially right now."

"I have my mask on, you can't even see my face." You pointed out, adjusting your grip on him.

"Yeaaaah. But I know what you look like, silly. I'm imagining your face. In my mind's eye, or whatever. It would help if I could see your face, though." He brought his hand up to the edge of your mask, thumbing the black material, a silent request to remove it.

"Not yet, Adrian." The streets were quiet. In the time you had spent lugging Adrian back to his apartment, you had passed maybe three people. It seemed that not everyone was as brave as Adrian on a Tuesday night when it came to drinking. Realistically, you probably could remove your mask without consequence, but you didn't want to risk it. You were five minutes away from his place, and then he could spend as long as he liked looking at your face.

He replied with a whiny 'aw', but he didn't protest any further, much to your surprise.

The remainder of the walk back to his apartment consisted of him telling you about anything and everything that came to mind, while his hands tried to roam your body. Occasionally, you felt the arm over your shoulder slip down to your waist, then to your ass, squeezing gently while he just looked away with the most obvious smile on his lips. You could only shake your head and roll your eyes.

When his apartment came into view, you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold his weight up.

"Hey, I'm gonna let go of you now, okay?" You asked as you approached the door. "Don't fall over, please. I don't think I'll be able to get you back off the ground if you do." You slipped out from under his arm, keeping your gaze on his swaying figure for a few moments before deciding that he could stand and walk just fine on his own.

"Pfff. I don't fall over. I only fall for you." He pointed a finger at you.

You pulled the heavy door of his apartment complex open with a groan, pressing your back against the glass to hold it open for him. "Whatever, Romeo. Get in." You flicked your head and he stumbled through the doors.

You followed him inside, allowing the door to close itself behind you, pushing the button for the elevator. It occurred to you then just how cold it was outside, your skin burning under the heat in the foyer, yet you were shivering. Your suit was useful if you should find yourself in a fight, but completely useless against the weather. Adrian's body heat, and energy you had exerted practically carrying him home, had been keeping you warm.

Adrian noticed, because of course he did, and before you knew it his hands were on your arms, furiously rubbing as he closed his eyes with a look of utmost concentration on his features.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm transferring all of my body heat to you." He cracked an eye open. "Is it working?"

"I guess?" You answered slowly.

He let out a breath, a grin on his lips. "Sweet."

Before he could continue, you heard a ding from behind you, and within seconds you were gently pushing him into the elevator, following behind and pressing the button for floor three. As soon as the doors closed, he was on you, crowding your body against the mirror, the metal handrail digging into your back. His hands found your hips, squeezing gently. "Can I take your mask off now?"

"Not yet."

"What?! Why not? I haven't seen your face in like... a month." He pouted. That was a lie. He was always so dramatic when he didn't get his own way.

"Bullshit. I've been gone for three days."

"Yeah. Three days too long." He tried to gran at your mask, but you slapped his hand away quickly.

"No, you can wait two more minutes. Just... Imagine my face in your mind's eyes, or whatever." You heard the ding of the elevator again, signalling that you had made it to the third floor. You pushed past him, grabbing his hand as you did so, and dragged him out of the elevator, only stopping when you came to his door.

You were lucky that it was so late, you weren't sure how well Adrian's neighbours would react to him bringing a masked anti-hero of sorts back to his apartment. Sure, they knew he was a little strange, but if they saw you it would definitely get them talking. Might even result in a phone call to the local police, if they cared enough.

"Key?" You asked, holding your hand out expectantly.

He made no effort to move from where he was leant up against the wall. Instead, he nodded his head down, answering with, "Pocket."

You rolled your eyes and shoved your hand into his jean pocket, feeling around for a second for any sign of the key. Nothing.

"Wrong pocket."

You tried the other pocket.

"Oh — wrong pocket again."

You reached around and slipped your hand into his back pocket.

"Would you look at that? Wrong pocket."

The other back pocket.

"Shit, Dodo. I didn't know you were so eager to feel me up. I mean, we're right next to my door—"

"Which fucking pocket is your key in?" You hissed.

"Jacket." He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his lips. It made you want to punch him. Hard.

You didn't, though. You kept your cool as you reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the key, shoving it into the door and unlocking it quickly. You didn't wait for him this time, you just shoved the door open and let yourself in first.

His apartment was in the same state it was in the night you left. A pile of shoes by the door, socks and shirts strewn around the room, the ever-growing pile of unwashed dishes next to the sink. In the window sat the droopy peace lily (Martha) you had bought him a month ago after he came to your place, saw your assortment of house plants and decided he wanted a shot at being a 'plant dad'. It wasn't going so well, evidently, but the cacti he had bought for himself which surrounded the peace lily looked to be in good shape.

"Dude, you really need to clean this place." You commented, kicking off your boots before making your way over to the window, bending down slightly to touch at Martha's leaves.

"Yeah, I was gonna. But you left, so I got too sad to clean." He closed the door, locking it behind him.

"Well, you must be sad all of the time because I don't think I've ever seen this place tidy." You stood up straight then, turning around to face him.

"Yeah. I'm sad alllll of the time when you're not here." You watched him stumble around (failing to turn on the light, instead deciding that the moonlight from the window was enough), kicking off his shoes and pushing stray socks under the couch with his foot as he made his way over to you. He near enough fell into your arms.

"I can't believe you're still this drunk. What the hell were you drinking?"

"I don't know, whatever Chris was drinking."

You scoffed, "So you were out drinking with Chris? And he just left you?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"Fucking asshole..." You mumbled under your breath.

You were definitely far from Peacemaker's biggest fan. You never liked him before prison, always finding him to be a little too big for his boots. When the news hit that he had been arrested and sent to Belle Reve, you might have laughed. Might. However, since meeting Adrian, you decided that you disliked Peacemaker (Chris, now) even more. From what Adrian had told you, and from the missing pinky toe, you could tell that he wasn't a great friend. He had sat back and allowed his 'friend' to have his dick electrocuted multiple times (how Adrian's dick still worked, you would never know), and through manipulation tactics he had found himself imprisoned with the goal of killing Chris' father. Only for one night, but it still wound you up just how far he was willing to go for Chris, when Chris never go that far for Adrian.

You weren't jealous. Adrian was spending more and more time with Chris and the makeshift task force they had created for some super secret mission that you knew nothing (everything) about. But you weren't jealous. You just thought he deserved better than that toilet bowl helmet wearing motherfucker. Okay, maybe you were slightly jealous. But you still thought that he deserved better.

"Hey, Dodo. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm all yours for the night." He teased. "Now can I please take your mask off? I wanna see your face." A nod of your head was all he needed. He reached up and tugged at the material, trying not to catch any of your hair between his fingers, before he pulled it over your face and threw it to the side. "There you are, my pretty little Dodo." His hands cupped your face instantly. "My pretty date to the big dance."

Your face flushed, but this time there was no material to cover it, no shield to block him from seeing exactly how you felt about his little compliments. "I feel like this is a good time to remind you that there's no big dance." You mumbled. If you couldn't hide your face, you were sure as shit going to try to deter the conversation away from your face.

"But there can be a big dance. Well, not a big dance. Just the two of us. Basically I'm saying that we should dance. You're my date, after all. I think you owe me a dance." He grabbed your wrists, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck before his own hands found their way to your waist. He swayed side to side like you were slow dancing, and though you tried hard to keep your feet firmly planted where you stood, it became too hard not to follow suit.

"Dude, there's no music. This is super awkward."

He shrugged, "Just use your imagination."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly, "Use my imagination?"

"....Yeah?" He said it like it was the most obvious solution. "Like, in my head right now, we're dancing to DontTrustMe."

"We're slow dancing to DontTrustMe?"

"Yeah. I never said you had to imagine appropriate music."

That didn't even warrant a response from you. Instead, you laughed quietly before laying your head on his shoulder, allowing a peaceful silence to take over. It wasn't often that you could enjoy quiet, intimate moments like this, where all you could hear was his heartbeat.

"Just look at us, Dodo." His voice broke through the silence.

You glanced up at him, "What about us?"

"We've known each other for nine months now. That's like, the amount of time it takes for a baby to grow. Nine months ago, you held me at gunpoint for the first time."

You couldn't help but giggle at the memory. "In my defence, you held me at gunpoint, too."

It was true. When you first met Vigilante, he had snuck up on you, and in a panicked rush, you pulled your gun on him. He clearly had the same idea, since his gun was pressed against your forehead in record time. It was an instant connection. What started out as flirty comments and quick glances on team ups turned into sex in back alleys, which then turned into sex in his car. Soon, you were sending good morning and goodnight texts, until you found yourself in his bed staring up at soft, green, doe eyes and curly hair, moaning each other's real names as he fucked you good. You weren't... 'official'. You called him your boyfriend to anyone who asked about him, but he hadn't asked you out, nor had you ever asked him out. It was an unspoken thing, the two of you just fell into rhythm so easily.

He shrugged, "Yeah I did, you were fuckin' hardcore. I thought you were gonna put me down on the spot. Now look at you. Slow dancing in my living room." He brought a hand up to cup your cheek, gently lifting your head from his shoulder, making you look at him. "I'm starting to think you've gone soft on me, Dodo."

You swallowed thickly, feeling your face heat up. There was no point in denying it, really. You had gone soft for him. "Yeah. Maybe I have." You mumbled.

He broke out into a grin, "I knew it. I knew you'd gone soft for me. God — I wanna kiss you so bad right now." He was so excited, practically bouncing on his feet at the idea that you were soft for him, and only him.

You gave him a smile and half a shrug, "Then kiss me."

Adrian scoffed, "That wouldn't be polite. I haven't even asked."

You cocked your head. Since when had Adrian Chase ever asked if he could kiss you? Answer: never. He was greedy with your touch and your attention, always stealing kisses. If you ran into each other during the night, he would lift your mask without warning and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips (on many occasions he thought that it would be funny to lick your face, too). "You've literally never asked if you could kiss me."

"Maybe I'm feeling romantic."

"Or maybe you're just drunk."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Duh."

You hooked your fingers around his belt loops, pulling his body closer and within a split second, his lips were on yours. Soft and warm, with a faint taste of cranberry juice (you came to the conclusion that he had been drinking cosmopolitans) mixed with Burt's Bees vanilla bean chapstick, a taste you were used to and would never get bored of. Your hands pulled his jackets from his shoulders, and he finished the job for you, tugging it and allowing it to fall to the floor, alongside previously discarded garments from nights before.

He gripped your hips, pushing you backwards, stumbling over the clutter on his living room floor. It wasn't long before you were pressed up against the wall, his lips on your neck while his eager hands reached around and tugged on the zipper of your suit. He pulled. Nothing. Pulled again. Nothing. And he kept pulling on the zipper until he was growling against your skin, "How the fuck do you get outta this thing?"

You rolled your eyes, "Dude, we go through this every time. Hold the top and pull gently."

"Fuckin' temperamental." He mumbled, following your instructions. It worked first time, because of course it did, and he continued grumbling to himself while he pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom of your back. Then, his hands were back to being eager and needy, pulling the leather down your shoulders and arms until it hung around your waist, exposing your top half.

"Oh — fuck." He was practically ogling your chest, braless and bared out to him. He stared for a good thirty seconds, before shaking his head and snapping himself out of it. "Fuck. Sorry. You just —... Wait. Fuck, are you too cold?" He ran his fingers along your skin, now covered in goosebumps from the chilly air of his apartment.

"Yeah, a little."

You didn't have to say anymore. Without a second thought he pulled off his t-shirt. "Arms up." He instructed. You obliged, sticking your arms in the air, allowing him slip the shirt over your head, tugging it down to cover your chest. It was comfortable and warm and soft and it smelt like him, and you never wanted to take it off. "Better?" He asked.

"Uh-huh. Thanks." Adrian was always so considerate, it was one of the things you liked most about him. You were sure that if you let him, he would spend all day staring at your chest, wide eyed and drooling. But he wanted you to be comfortable, and if comfortable meant he couldn't stare at your chest, then so be it. He didn't care, as long as you were okay.

His lips found your neck again, biting and sucking at the soft skin (you knew you'd wake up to black and blue bruises, that much was expected from a night with Adrian Chase) while he slipped a hand up your shirt. You gasped as his icy fingertips touched at your stomach, a shiver running down your spine. He just laughed quietly, though, mumbling a 'sorry' before his hand found it's way to your breast. You found yourself caring about his cold hands less and less as hot waves of pleasure ran through your body, his fingers tugging and tweaking at your nipples under the shirt, thumb running across the sensitive mounds.

You gasped, curling your hand into his hair, the other gripping his bare shoulder. Between his mouth on your neck, unrelenting as he sucked against your skin, and the hand playing with your nipples, you were dizzy already, drunk on his touch. It was always like this, though. Adrian knew your body better than anyone else.

"Fuck —" He mumbled against your neck. "I love hearing you." With his free hand, he tugged on the bottom half of your suit. "Can I— Please?"

"God, yes."

He wasted no time in pulling your suit over your hips, dropping to his knees to pull it over your thighs. However, as you expected, he paused completely, ogling you again when he realised that you were bare under the bottom half of your suit too. "Fuck — no panties?" He was looking up at you with wide, doe eyes, hair dishevelled and cheeks flushed. He looked so cute, staring up at you like you were a million dollars and he had just hit the jackpot.

You shrugged, a grin on your lips, "Easy access."

"Fuck... If I would have known you weren't wearing any panties I would have fucked you in that alleyway. Then I would have brought you home and fucked you again. Because you're worth more to me than sex in cold alleys, but holy fuck —" His hands were on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. You knew he was being serious, too. You couldn't count how many times you had found yourself bent over on barren side streets because Adrian had found himself so hard he could hardly think.

You couldn't help but giggle, grabbing his hair and pulling him up from the ground with a whimper to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss. You pressed your hips into him, whimpering when you felt his bulge rub against you through his jeans. You were so desperate for him to touch you, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Adrian pulled back, grinning before wiping away the string of saliva, holding his hand to your lips. "Spit." He instructed. You did as you were told without a moment of hesitation, too eager to feel him. You couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of his spit covered fingers meeting your already slick cunt, but the grimace on your features was soon replaced with parted lips and gasps at the expertly placed middle finger on your clit. He had the nerve to laugh at you. "Shit, Dodo. Is this all it takes to get you wound up?" He kept his middle finger still, watching you buck your hips up, desperate for any friction against your clit.

"Fuck you." You managed to spit out.

"Woah - Not so fast, Dodo." That shit eating grin made you want to shove him away, but the hand hooking under your knee and the finger running through your folds, stopping to gently prod at your entrance was enough to make you change your mind.

Slowly, he slipped a thick finger inside of you, watching the way your lips contorted into an 'o' shape, the way your eyes squeezed shut. He groaned, loving nothing more than how tight and wet and warm you felt. "Fuck — always so tight. It's a fucking miracle you can even take my cock." He mumbled, smiling when you whimpered at his words.

He pumped into you steadily with the one finger, waiting until your features relaxed and you were moaning freely to ask, "Want more?" You hummed in agreement, but that wasn't enough for him, apparently. "Dodo. An answer, please."

"Fuck — yes, I want more."

Without a word, he slowly pushed a second finger inside of you, pressing his lips to your hastily to distract you from the burning sensation of his thick fingers stretching you out. "So good for me." He mumbled.

Soon, he was pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace, while you gasped and moaned quietly, your head lolling to the side, allowing him access to your neck. He happily took advantage of that, burying his face in the crook, nuzzling his nose against your warm skin. "Always so fucking tight for me. God — I'm being so serious, there's nothing I love more than this cunt. Wanna keep you all to myself, keep you here so no one else can have you." A pause. "Hey, you should move in."

You let out an airy laugh, "So we can both live like pigs? I don't think so. Ah - Fuck." You cried out when you felt him curl his fingers inside of you.

"I'd clean this place for you. Keep it so tidy. Just for you. I'm being serious. I'd be like the Nev and Max of keeping my apartment clean."

You chose not to question that one. "Dude, we'd be living on toast."

"Toast works for every meal!" He argued, lifting his head and giving you a look of offence.

It was so... strange. There you were, being fucked by his fingers while he asked you to move in with him. You were used to Adrian's rambles during sex, but it usually consisted of praises mixed with the occasional 'slut' or 'whore'.

"Sure, it does. And what gave you this bright idea?" You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his pace quicken.

"I dunno. Easy access." He mumbled, smiling at you as he repeated your joke. "Be so nice to come home — to our home, and stuff my cock in you straight away. God, I'd love to come home, fuck you silly as soon as I walk through the door. The thought drives me fucking insane. I'd make you so many slices of toast after. As many as you want. If you asked for jam on your toast, I would say no problemo."

You couldn't quite tell whether the butterflies in your stomach were the product of his fingers drilling into you or his words, so crude yet so, so sweet. You also couldn't tell whether Adrian was still drunk. It didn't matter, though, you replayed what he said to you over and over again in your head, moaning and bucking your hips, practically fucking yourself on his fingers.

The thought of living with Adrian, of having someone to come home to, of having someone want you around just as much as you wanted them was... surprisingly pleasant.

"I'd fuck you on every surface in this apartment. Not that I haven't already. But I'd do it all over again." He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles against you, and you felt those familiar pangs of pleasure begin to crest in the pit of your stomach, increasing in pressure as he continued talking. "Fuck — I'd spend all day between your legs if you'd let me. I'd make my little Dodo bird cum so many times. You'd have to drag me away—"

"Oh fuck — Adrian. M'gonna cum..." You warned, but he didn't relent. Between his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing deliciously against your clit and his dirty mouth, you crashed, your orgasm hitting you so suddenly. Part of you expected him to pull away at the last moment, to leave you whining for him, begging him to let you cum like he usually did. He was feeling merciful tonight, evidently, allowing your body to contract around his fingers, letting you roll your hips against him as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it... Fuck, that's it, (Y/N). You're so good for me." He praised, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, coming to a halt when you rolled your hips one last time.

"Oh, fuck..." You breathed out, feeling him pull his fingers from you, sucking on them one by one. He let go of your leg, and you took a moment to breathe, standing shakily against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly.

It didn't take long for you to jump back into it, your hand palming at his crotch, feeling the outline of his hard cock through the rough denim of his jeans, while your other hand fiddled with the button. He had made you feel so fucking good, and you wanted to return the favour. He had other ideas, slapping your hand away gently.

"What are you doing?" You asked (whined), brows furrowed in confusion.

"Not here."

"Huh? Why not? I wanna touch you."

He groaned, "Fuck. Just... not here. I swear I'll cum in my pants straight away if your hand gets anywhere near my dick right now."

"I don't care."

"I do! I wanna get inside you."

You scoffed, "Then get inside of me!" You were just about to turn your body, about to press yourself against the wall and present yourself for him, but he grabbed your arm before you could.

"I don't wanna fuck you against the wall."

"Why not? You've had no issue fucking me against the wall before." You were growing increasingly impatient.

"Yeah, but that's not romantic."

You gave him a blank stare, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you become the king of romance in the time I was gone?"

"You bet your ass I did. Now get." He pointed to his bedroom door, and with a roll of your eyes you begrudging did as you were told, pushing his bedroom door open and flopping down on his bed. His room didn't look much different to the rest of his apartment, but you were cozy within the clutter, so you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Adrian followed you into the bedroom, pulling his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips, almost tripping over in his excitement as he attempted to kick them off. Finally naked, he collapsed on the bed, rolling on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs.

"Hi." He whispered, his face only inches from yours, a big grin on his lips. His glasses had fallen from his face long ago, so you found yourself staring up into big, sparkly green eyes.

"Hey..." You could feel his cock pressed against your thigh, rock hard and heavy, leaking with pre-cum. He didn't seem to care though, he seemed preoccupied with staring at your face. So, you poked him in an attempt to spur him on. "Dude, are you gonna fuck me?"

"Oh — Oh, yeah. Shit. Sorry. You're just... You're really pretty." He slipped his hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock, rubbing the tip against the slick of your cunt before slipping his cock inside of you with ease. "H-o-o-oly shit." He moaned out, burying his head in the crook of your neck. The usual mix of pain and pleasure you felt whenever he pushed himself inside of you was absent, his fingers having worked you well enough to take his cock perfectly.

He pushed himself up, resting his forearms next to your head, before he began rocking his hips. "Oh — fuck. Holy fuck." He gasped with each thrust, his lips permanently parted, eyebrows pulled together as he fucked you at a steady pace. You just clung to him, nails digging into his freckled shoulders, moaning softly.

He was quiet for at least a minute, a record time, really. The only things that cut through the silence were the obscene sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt, and his hips slapping against your skin. You were starting to think it was strange, how quiet he was being. Until—

"Holy fuck, Dodo. This pussy is fuckin' kickass. Fuck... Y'know, if I didn't like you as much as I do, but someone told me I had to marry you, I'd agree in a heartbeat just to get inside you. Luckily, I like you a lot, so I'd marry you anyway, and the sex would be a sweet fuckin' bonus. Oh — Fuck." He moaned out, feeling you wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside of you. "Marriage can get kinda messy, I know that because my dad left my mom for another guy. Which worked out, by the way, they're in love and it's kinda nice. But I think we could make it work for life."

You felt your face burn. It had nothing to do with his cock inside of you, but it had everything to do with his words. You had no idea what had come over him (probably the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed with Chris earlier on) but it was making you feel dizzy and warm inside, causing your head to feel fuzzy.

"Oh, fuck yeah. I'd put a ring on your finger so fucking fast. Make you mine. Show that fuckin' asshole at your work who you belong to." He growled, his hips snapping into you harsher and faster now as he thought about your co-worker and how close he stood to you and how hard he laughed at your jokes.

"...You watch me at work?" You breathed out, your nails digging into his back. You couldn't say that you were surprised. Nor did you care all that much.

"Not all of the time. But I've seen the way he looks at you and I don't fucking like it. God, I'd love to show him who you belong to."

"Dave is married, you fucking idiot. And it wouldn't matter if he wasn't because —..." You bit your lip, stopping your words in their tracks.

"Because what?"

You weren't sure why you were so hesitant to admit it. Adrian had been the only one on your mind since the night you met him. You had no interest in anyone else. Just the thought of being with anyone else made you feel uneasy. You only wanted him, and you knew he felt the same way. Hell, he had just admitted that he would marry you, make you his. Drunk or not, that had to mean something. So, you decided to be brave.

"Because I'm yours." You mumbled.

"Fuck yeah, you are." He growled out, rutting his hips into you with more purpose than before. "Tell me again."

"Fuck." You whined, "I'm yours."

"Uh-huh. Oh, god. You belong to me, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"No one's ever fucked you as good as me, right?"

"God, no." You moaned out, gripping his hair.

Adrian begged you over and over again to tell him who you belonged to, to tell him that you were his, and it wasn't long before his thrusts became sloppy. "Fuck... M'gonna cum." He moaned out, his voice cracking. "M'gonna cum. Can I cum inside? Please?"

You barely even managed to get out a 'yes' before he was releasing a string of breathless moans and curses from his lips, hips stuttering and cock twitching as he came deep inside of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you as he hummed in contentment.

"M'gonna marry you one day. Make you mine but... for real." He mumbled against your skin. You knew it was just the afterglow talking, but that didn't stop you from grinning. Your hand found it's way to his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. "We could have babies. I'd give you ten babies at once. Wait... Is that even possible? I don't know. Maybe ten babies over a longer period of time would be more doable."

You chuckled quietly, "Calm down, tiger. You can barely look after your houseplants."

Adrian just shrugged sleepily, "Hm. True. But it would be cool to be able to buy happy meals again."

"....What?"

"Happy meals. You can only get those fuckers when you're a kid or if you have kids." He said it so seriously.

"Dude, you could literally go to Mcdonald's right now, order a happy meal and no one would give a fuck." You pointed out.

"Oh. Then ignore everything I just said about babies. Unless you want babies, then i'd be happy to oblige, because that means that I get to cum inside—"

"Go to sleep, Adrian."

He drifted to sleep with ease, but the same couldn't be said about yourself. You were awake for hours, your brain buzzing with thoughts of moving in and marriage (not so much babies, Adrian could barely maintain a peace lily, but it was nice to know that he'd want to reproduce with you). You wondered if he meant it though, or if it was just the drink or the sex talking. Either way, you laid awake replaying his words in your head.

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When morning rolled around, Adrian woke up to a pounding headache and a cold, empty bed. He lifted his head up, using his hand to feebly shield his eyes from the sun, glancing around the room for any sign of you (he figured you might have been sat in a corner watching him sleep). You weren't there, though. With a sigh, he flopped his head back onto his pillow.

The events of the night before were hazy. He remembered being at the bar with Chris, beating up some guy in a back alley only to be interrupted by you. He remembered you near enough carrying him home, kissing you, fucking you with his fingers, stuffing you full of his cock and eventually using your chest as a pillow. That was about all that came to mind. He made a mental note to avoid cocktails at all costs next time.

With a groan, he pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the bed until his feet were planted firmly on the carpet. He had no idea what time it was, but judging by the sun in the sky he assumed it had to be late morning. His first attempt to stand up ended in failure, and he found himself back on the bed within seconds. His second attempt wasn't as smooth, as he found himself stumbling into his wardrobe, his head spinning, but he managed to keep himself stood. "Holy fuck..." He mumbled. The absence of his glasses meant that he could barely see anyway, so the headache that was sending him dizzy didn't help.

Glasses. He had to find his glasses. He wasn't sure at what point in the night he had fallen off of his face. Or had he removed them and put them in a safe location that only drunk Adrian would know about? Or—

Oh.

His glasses had been neatly placed on his bedside table. The thought of you putting them there made him smile to himself. He picked them up and slipped them on to his face, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them wide, trying to adjust to his now perfectly visible surroundings. With a sigh, he picked up his boxer briefs from the floor, hopping into them as he made his way out of his bedroom, into the living room. His apartment was quiet, another sure sign that you had left earlier in the morning. He just stood there in the silence, scratching the back of his neck and stretching his back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty."

He let out a yelp, almost jumping out of his skin, turning his body quickly to see you sat at his kitchen table wearing the same shirt he had given you last night and a pair of his boxer shorts, a bowl of fruity pebbles in front of you, and another in front of the seat next to you. Behind you, he noticed the pile of dirty dishes was no more, only a used coffee mug sat next to the sink. "Fuck — how long have you been there?"

"Literally the whole time." You replied, shoving another spoon of cereal into your mouth,

"Fuck. I thought you left."

"Nah, I don't have anything to do today so I thought I'd stay for breakfast. Sit." You gestured to the seat next to you.

He obliged, making his way over and pulling the chair out, flopping down with a tired sigh. The bowl in front of him was filled with fruity pebbles, too. "Milk first?" He asked.

"Yes, milk first, you fucking freak."

He spent a moment inspecting the cereal, coming to the conclusion that since the pebbles on top were dry, you were probably telling the truth. "Sweet." He smiled and dug in. As you ate quietly, the two of you exchanged glances. You had a knowing smile on your lips, whilst Adrian honestly just seemed confused. Things were... weird. Not so much tense. No, it was never tense between the two of you, and you never wanted to make it tense. He couldn't help but feel like there was something you wanted to say to him, though.

"What...?" He asked cautiously.

You shrugged, "Oh, nothing. I was just a little disappointed when I didn't wake up to a bouquet of roses, a big diamond ring and the key to your apartment on the bedside table this morning."

"Huh?" His brows were furrowed, lips parted in confusion. He truly had no idea what you were talking about.

"Oh, yeah. You really knocked it out of the park with the romance last night. I mean, you were talking marriage. And babies." You teased.

"Oh, fuck..." He mumbled under his breath. "I was?" You nodded, causing him to curse under his breath again. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to get so romantic. Fuck. I'm so — I don't know what came over me. I mean, I wanna be romantic. With you — No one else. So I guess — I guess I'm not that sorry. But I'm sorry for talking marriage and babies and all that other stuff. I didn't mean it — I swear. I can't take responsibility for anything I say when I'm inside that sweet pussy. Unless you wanna marry me, then I take full responsibility and we should go get married right now. I would totally marry you right now. I mean that. Unless you don't wanna marry me, then I don't mean that and I take it all back." He was looking at you with such sincerity in his eyes.

You weren't really sure how to respond. Your face was burning red, eyes looking everywhere but at him. You were only teasing him, only wanting him to stumble over his words so you could laugh at him. You never expected... whatever the hell he'd just said to you. "I... What—... I mean, I wouldn't say — I don't think I'd say no. But we're... we're not even dating yet."

"Yes, we are." He answered quickly.

"No, we're not."

"Really? Because in my head we've been dating since you gave me the number for your burner phone."

You scoffed, "And you didn't think to tell me that? I thought this was, like, an unspoken thing. Like, we're dating but not actually dating."

"Did I need to tell you? Come on, I know I'm not the best when it comes to this stuff, but I think me inviting you round to fuck your brains out and catch up on The Walking Dead is a pretty sure sign that we're dating. I mean, I don't even like The Walking Dead all that much, but I know you do." He touched his finger to your nose.

You let out a breath. He was right. He was right and this whole time you had been the completely clueless one. "Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid. We are dating."

"Fuck yeah, we are. C'mere, Dodo." He grinned and pushed his chair back, opening his arms. You wasted no time, straddling his lap, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

"I feel a little better about calling you my boyfriend, now." You mumbled.

He tensed up, and for a split second you wondered if you'd said the wrong thing, or if he didn't want to be called your boyfriend. But then — "You call me your boyfriend?" He breathed out, looking up at you through his lashes like that was the best news he had ever received.

"Yeah. If people ask about you."

"...Do you call me your boyfriend to your co-workers?"

You rolled your eyes, still not quite believing how hung up he was on your co-worker, Dave. "Yeah. I do. Don't worry, Dave knows I have a boyfriend called Adrian."

"Then why does he still look at you like that?" He whined.

"He looks at me normally, dude."

"No, he doesn't." He sighed, "He literally eye fucks you. Trust me, I've seen it. And I would know what eye fucking you looks like because I eye fuck you, like, all of the time. In my head, we're always fucking. And I can't help but feel like Dave's fucking you in his head. Makes me wanna walk right in there and kill—"

"Adrian Chase, you're not killing my co-worker."

".... Fine. But if I see him do it again, he'll have a hot date with Vigilante." He mumbled.

"Sure, babe."

"I'm being so serious. I won't hesitate to take that fucker out. And then, i'll bring you back to our apartment...."

Our apartment. That was a nice thought. Nice enough to distract you from the Adrian's graphic description of how he'd fuck you after killing your co-worker. Our. Our. Our apartment. You loved the way it sounded, and you decided then that you wanted a lot of 'ours' with Adrian.

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Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.