#I have shit to do okay I am so tired of being fucking wet
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Not to be dramatic but five Saturdays in a row of rain I’m gonna walk into the Atlantic
#it has rained. 13 of the last 19 weekends#it’s also supposed to rain. next weekend#and I LIKE the rain#but I just.#I have shit to do okay I am so tired of being fucking wet#rain on a Wednesday for once goddamn
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hiii can you do #3 (car sex) with gojo?
꒰ 🍒 ꒱
𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱
GOJO Satoru ⋅ fem reader
Note: oopsie doopsie it became a fic🫠
Summary: getting stuck in the rain on the drive home from a party with your favorite enemy Gojo Satoru
Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, enemies-to-lovers kinda trope, hate sex, Gojo's an impliedd fvckboy, dirty jokes, Gojo being a bit of an annoying brat, pns (baby, slut, etc), drama/argument, stuck in a rainstorm trope, car sex, implied crush on Suguru, jealousy (Gojo), fingering, dirty talk, handjob (reader giving), protected sex, Suguru calling at the end 🫠, light teasing/mocking/meanness from Gojo, lmk if i have missed something, pretend u never saw any errors pls proofreading is hard 🙏😩
Wordcount ≈ 1.8k
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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, pulling the car off into an empty parking lot.
“Of course…” you sighed, sliding down the passenger seat. “Of course this would happen when you decide to drive me home. Just my luck getting stuck with the biggest asshole in the world.”
“Jesus, y’think you could be a little nicer to me baby? I offered you a drive home and this is how you treat me…? I’m heartbroken.”
You glare over the white-haired boy, wishing you could wire his stupid mouth shut.
The car turns off and the rain just pours and pours relentlessly all over it, cascading down the windshield.
How comical; two people who loathe each other, stuck in a car at night with no friends to call for help because they’re all drunk at the party.
“Well…?” you looked over at him expectantly, fingers massaging into your temple and across your brows.
“What?”
“Aren’t you gonna get out there and fix the damn tire?”
Satoru let out a chuckle. So many girls swore that their crushes on him developed because of that attractive laugh of his, but you couldn’t feel anything but annoyed by it.
“As if. It’s fucking pouring. Why don’t you get out?”
“I’m not getting wet.” You grimace.
He slipped in a dirty joke – because of course he would. “Not yet, anyways.”
“Lay one hand on me and I’ll rip you apart, Satoru!”
“Don’t say my name like that, you’re gonna make me hard.”
“Satoru!”
“Fuck baby, again.” He moaned jokingly. You were seething – seething, you were so ready to punch him.
He just chuckled, enjoying getting you riled up like it was his favorite hobby.
A moment of silence passed. You focused on the sound of the rain to mellow out.
“I’m gonna be honest, I’d let you ride.” He said suggestively.
“What the fuck!” you responded like he was crazy, but something started heating up between your legs.
“Kidding! I could have meant ride my car or something!”
“Uh, yeah right you meant it like that! Damn horny bastard…”
He clicked his tongue and stared out the window. “You’re no fun. No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.”
You look at him incredulously, your anger teetering between tame and murderous.
“I almost had a boyfriend…” you seethed bitterly, “Until you spread some insane fucking rumors that drove him away.”
“I did you a favor, that guy was a fucking loser.”
“Like you’re not!”
“Ooh, am I a contender?”
“… what?”
“You’re implying that I’m a potential boyfriend for you.”
“No I’m not! As if you’d be boyfriend material, you’re a soulless fuckboy.”
“I would prefer ‘soulful’ fuckboy because I do fuck with a lot of soul.”
“Jesus you’re ridiculous. How does Suguru put up with you.”
“Don’t say his name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you wanna fuck him.”
“What?”
“I see the way you look at him.”
“Satoru you’re delusional. I don’t wanna fuck Suguru.”
“That’s a damn lie.”
His voice raised for a moment. A bizarre thing to witness from the most composed man on the planet; it was like witnessing an indestructible object breaking.
“Okay, let’s say it’s a lie and I actually wanna fuck him. What would it matter to you?”
“He’s my best friend, you freak.”
“Yeah so what if he’s your best friend? He’s hot.”
“You mean you would fuck him?!”
Satoru was genuinely getting angry – you weren’t sure if you were scared or turned on, it was a weird feeling. But your thighs squeezed together, and he glanced at them and took note of that.
“No, I’m just saying he’s hot.” You backtracked.
“Damn liar.”
You felt cautiously curious. “What would you do if I fucked him?”
“I’d ki- I’d be mad.” He corrected quickly.
You laughed, “You’d kill me?”
The way he was staring at you had you feeling… feeling a lot, let’s just say. His lips slightly parted, a half-incredulous and half-angry expression on his face, hints of lust in his eyes that lurked behind shades which he always kept slid halfway down his nose.
“No, I wouldn’t kill you.” He said.
You turned to face him fully, “What, you’re telling me you’d kill your best friend if he fucked me?” you asked rhetorically.
Satoru’s lack of response and annoyed jaw clench answered your question.
“That’s crazy! You must like me a hell of a lot.” You said. He felt embarrassed, he felt humiliated – that just pissed him off. “I wasn’t sure you were capable of feeling affection.” You teased.
“I don’t fucking like you.”
“Look who’s the liar now! Shall I come ride you and get the truth out of you myself?”
He stuttered and went red. The boy who was never at a loss for words stuttered because of you. The bastard who never blushed went red because of you.
Satoru shot a look your way. He was so conflicted; he wanted to yank your hair and put you in your place by spitting mean words down your throat, but at the same time he also wanted to shove his tongue in your mouth and sink his cock inside you.
“I don’t let girls ride me.” He said in a lowered tone. “I prefer being in control.”
Now the atmosphere finally changed. It was already dipping into sultry waters from the beginning, but now it plunged. Every word you and him exchanged from this point was laced with bitter lust.
“Maybe you should.” You said, leaning closer towards him. He surreptitiously leaned his elbow on the middle armrest.
“I like being in control.” He said. “Ain’t no way I’d let someone take the wheel.” He said.
Speaking of, his pretty hands were still resting atop the driving wheel. The neon glare from the shopping center signs hit the dashboard.
“… maybe you need to stop being such a control freak and let someone pleasure you.”
His pants tightened.
Satoru looked at you as if he didn’t believe what you just said. You and him bitterly flirted a few times in the past, and tonight at the party too, but it never got this far.
No, it never got this far – as far as him crashing his hungry lips on yours and you crawling over onto his lap. His annoyance and jealousy was palpable, you could taste it on his lips.
He kissed you like he fucking hated you. And he pleasured you like it too – it didn’t take long at all for him to fish out the condoms from his pocket.
“ ‘fucking hate you…” he mumbled into your mouth, tongue poking in and swirling around yours. “Hate your guts. Hate when you talk back to me. Hate that you like my best friend. Fucking slut, ‘m gonna make you forget him t’night.” Satoru promised threateningly, bringing his fingers down to toy at your clit.
“ ‘hate you too…” you whimpered weakly, losing all your dominance under the influence of his touch.
“Shut the fuck up.” He laughed, “You fucking love me. Uh-huh, keep lying, it’s fine – ‘m gonna fuck the truth out of you.” He said, turning your earlier words against you. Oh what an annoying bastard.
He felt you up like he hated how good you felt. His fingers sunk inside your little hole like he was pissed off. “So wet for me, huh?” Satoru smirked against your face.
“Fucking shut up and fuck me already I need it so bad.” You whined annoyedly.
“You don’t deserve it yet.” He seethed, coming in for another kiss – a dirty, filthy, nasty, wet French kiss. It seemed he liked how you tasted.
His fingers worked inside you so good you gushed on his lap. There was no shortage of teasing – but sometimes he threw in an odd praise comment just to stir you up. “Your pussy’s sucking my fingers in so good, pretty baby. ‘That feel good? Yeah? C’mon, tell me you like it. There, that wasn’t so hard now was it? Haha, did you just cum?”
“Satoru!” you whined into his chest, falling to pieces as you gushed around his two fingers that he kept all curled up inside, rubbing back and forth against your G-spot with his fingertips.
“Bet you never reached that deep with your own fingers, huh?” he asked, breath getting hotter.
In fact, you could feel his whole body getting hotter. The outline of his cock was so searing that you felt it through all your layers of clothes.
“Does this turn you on?” he murmured, pulling his pants down so you could take his pretty cock into your hands. “Fucking around with someone you hate? Yeah? Fuck – ahh, yeah stroke it just like that. Get my precum all over your fingers, baby, soak ‘em in it. ‘Want you to smell like my cock after we’re done.”
You pumped his cock until neither of you could wait longer – the both of you kept ripping kiss after kiss like you were starved of each other’s taste despite never having had it before. The rain barely drowned out the erotic breathing and moans that filled Satoru’s car. That stupid, pretty cock of his hit the best spots. You could feel the curve.
“Taking it so well…” he muttered into your mouth, lips glistening with saliva.
“Faster… faster please, ‘Toru fuck me like you hate me.” You begged him.
His eyes lit up.
“Y-yeah? Want me to fuck you like I hate you? Like a slut?” his lips curled into a mouthy smirk when you nodded frantically, “Alright, baby, ‘m gonna fuck that pussy like it deserves – oh fuck – ‘can feel you clinging to me – so fuckin’ tight and messy. Messy fuckin’ pussy – ‘s gonna – ‘s gonna be my pussy, yeah? Just f’me? Good.”
The windows fogged up, your hand pressing to the glass for support as your body bounced against Satoru’s. He let out a long groan and threw his head back. “Baby, ‘gonna cum.” He announced.
“Mmm! ‘yeah ‘m gonna cum too! Gonna cummm ~ ” you cried, completely dazed with pleasure and the feeling of his fat cock filling your pussy in.
“Look at me.” He commanded. “Look into my fucking eyes when you cum. There we go, rub that clit – fuck, so pretty – baby cum, cum with me – yeahhh, fuck ‘m cumming, don’t stop riding me.”
His vocals were straining. You could feel his cockhead twitch and throb.
Just when the both of you hit your highs and rubbed your sweaty bodies together, rolling them erotically, his phone went off. The caller ID showed a familiar face. Satoru composed himself, sucked in a breath, and answered the call from his best friend.
“H-hey, S’guru. Huh? Yeah I got Y/n home safe.” He said while his cock twitched inside you.
When you pressed kisses to his neck, he almost moaned. “Huh? No, no I’m fine. Why? Oh, yeah, no that’s just the rain… yeah I got Y/n home fine. Haha, okay, you do that — oh really? — uh-huh, hey I gotta go I'll call you back later, byeee!”
Satoru smiled at you like a devil, listening to the way your pussy squelched when you slid off his cock.
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Can I request Eddie and R tending to each other’s wounds (given they both survive the demobats in the UD)?
ty <3 fem!reader, 1.4k
cw canon typical violence
“You’re sweating like crazy.”
“Eddie, that’s the sort of thing you don’t say to a girl,” you say, hands shaking hard as you ruffle through the duffle bag at your side. Your knees burn like they’re on fire, your arms raked with claw marks, but Eddie’s been minced. If you hadn’t climbed your way back to him with the makeshift flamethrower at his feet, Eddie would probably be dead. Scorched demobat is a gross smell.
“What are you so scared of? It’s like, running down your cheek,” he says.
“Shut up,” you say, glancing back, hoping Dustin will be right behind you. You hadn’t stopped to make sure he was alright. What if he’s hurt too? “Seriously, just don’t talk. You’re gonna bleed to death and die and your last words are gonna be about how sweaty I am.”
You peel back a soaked square of gauze from his waist and smash a clean one overtop to soak up the pooling blood. Eddie gasps in agony, writhing away from your touch, but to his credit, his voice is strong as he says, “Shit, true. I can make them better. How about, um… oh. You’re smoking. Like, seriously gorgeous. That better?”
Your eyes sting as you turn your face to your shoulder, cupping his cheek, his blood wet on your fingers and staining his skin red. “How would you know? It’s dark out.”
“I’ve seen your face in the light hundreds of times. I know what I’m talking about.”
He would’ve been turned to mulch without your rescuing. There are split cuts all over him, it’s awful, and you won’t be able to fix him yourself here, but you don’t have to. You just need to stop his bleeding and help him deal with the pain until Dustin makes it through. The two of you can drag him to safety.
Maybe the best way to do that is to let him tease you. “You really think I’m pretty?” you ask, pressing another piece of gauze over this second one, wincing when he lets out a pained gasp.
“Are you kidding?”
“I thought you liked, you know, the really pretty girls, like–”
“You are a really pretty girl, are you kidding? Don’t fish for compliments.”
You shake your head, laughing, half-terrified. The blood isn’t slowing. “Eddie, I have to press down harder, okay? I’m sorry.”
“Just do it,” he says. You dig the heel of your palm into his side. “Fuck!”
“You’re really not gonna like this next part,” you warn, pushing his legs flat to the floor.
You climb over his thighs and sit on his lap, hand twisted to cover his wound and the other peeling the paper covering off of another sterile square of gauze. Eddie swears like a sailor as you squeeze down, the majority of your upper weight being pressed to his open wounds. It would be an uncomfortable sensation without the cuts. You know it’s torture.
“Oh, god,” he says, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“That’s a great reaction,” you say, lifting the edge of the leftmost gauze. The blood pools but doesn’t gush down his side. You sigh in relief. “Oh, thank god.”
“Maybe don’t say stuff like that sitting on my crotch.”
“Are you for real?” You meet his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You’re really thinking about your dick right now?”
“Of course not, I’m a gentleman, but you’re kind of on top of me and it’s been a really hard week.”
You burst out laughing. He gags in pain and turns away.
The cavalry arrives not long after that, though it feels like hours. Together, somehow, you drag Eddie back to the gate, and things get a little blurry after that.
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You’ve never been so tired in your life as you are right now, but you’re so relieved that the world has taken on a golden quality, and Eddie looks golden too.
His hair is wet. You think Wayne might’ve washed it for him over the bath; it’s been greasy for a week while his stitches started to heal up, and he spent it in Steve’s bed. The only good thing about having absent parents apparently is being able to harbour a fugitive without being noticed, and anybody else who couldn’t go home without explaining their injuries.
“You okay?” Eddie asks.
“Mm.” You scrunch up into yourself on the couch, cradling your arm where it aches to your chest.
“You’ve been sleeping all day. Figured I’d make sure you weren’t in a coma.” You think about poor Max. He must see your wavering expression, sitting on the couch by your legs with an apologetic smile. “She’s doing even better today. Sinclair thinks she was squeezing his finger, so that’s something.”
“Can’t believe all that stuff really happened,” you mumble, the blanket pulled over your chin muffling your voice. It’s a wonder he can hear you.
“Feels fake, right? I keep forgetting about it when I wake up, and then I have to stand and feel my stomach try to split open and remember I was bat chow.” He nods to your arm. “Still hurting?”
It’s nothing compared to his. Your cuts didn’t need stitching, but the were deep still. You’ve only had the butterfly bandages taken off yesterday. The skin aches where the scar tissue is forming. “Sort of itchy,” you say.
“Yeah?” He pulls a little white tube from his pyjama pants hesitantly. “Maybe I can help?”
“What’s that?”
“Non disclosed ointment. Pretty sure it’s the good stuff from Mike’s girl’s government friends.”
They’re gonna clear Eddie’s name, apparently. So far they’ve done a whole lot of nothing while Hawkins falls apart around you. Well, besides the drugs. They’ve given out plenty of painkillers.
Eddie shuffles closer to you and takes your arm into his hand. “Her name is Eleven,” you say.
“I know.” He pushes your sleeve up over the bump of your elbow to expose the worst of your scarring.
You think he’s aware of what you did that day to save him. He’s been achingly nice to you since he woke up. Even when he couldn’t walk, he’d been shouting down the stairs from Steve’s room to check if you were alright on the couch. Usually met with a chorus of Shut the fuck ups, it had been sweet, if a little embarrassing to have to call back. I’m okay. Thanks!
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he says.
You watch him uncap the ointment and squeeze a ball of it onto his finger. It’s semi-translucent, smelling of arnica with a bit of kick to it. He turns your wrist gently in one hand and begins to trace the lines of your scars one by one, as gentle as anyone’s ever touched you, his pinky finger suspended and shaky as he draws toward the crook of your elbow.
“Well, don’t leave me waiting,” you say eventually.
“Right, just. I’m trying to be braver. It’s not working in my favour yet.”
You laugh. “No, really?”
“But you saved my life. Everybody knows it. You and Henderson saved me, and I can’t make it up to you. This,” —he smooths ointment over the ridge of your cruellest scar— “is permanent. And scaring you like that, I mean. I shouldn’t have gone back in, and I should have kept running, it was selfish, trying to do a good thing and…” He holds your arm in his hands and meets your eyes. You don’t see a trace of the shrill, loud boy you’d spent the last two weeks with. “Getting you hurt.”
“I got hurt trying to save the world,” you say. “‘Cos, you know, not everything’s about you…”
His smile is slow as molasses and doubly sweet as he wraps his arm behind your shoulders. He’s careful, you’re both fragile right now, but he squeezes you and laughs warmly against your ear and he’s back to the Eddie you remember. “Everything is about me. It’s totally about me, babe, and you’re just jealous.”
He rubs your back.
“You know,” he adds, hand trialling lazily to the small of your back, where it stays, “I wouldn’t be here without you. So if you need anything, just let me know.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back. He kisses your cheek as he does, his hands falling on top of yours. “Alright. You’re still smoking hot, you know that? The scars are sick. You’re cool now.”
Your fingers twitch against his palm. “Thanks, Eddie.”
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moonlight
rafe cameron
“i just wanna get high with my lover, veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo”
summary- you make the mistake of getting too high and letting your horny addict bf take care of it
warnings- dubcon/noncon, filming, semimeanbf!rafe, drugs, party, alcohol, nutting inside without permission, fucking while unconscious DO NOT READ IF U R UNCOMFORTABLE WITH STUFF LIKE THIS PLEASE.
you stumble onto bed as your boyfriend rafe guides you back into his room, it was nearly 2 am. the both of you leaving from a party that one of the kooks hosted. you underestimated the amount you drank and smoked, your head pounding as your body began to heat up.
“rafeee its hot.” you whined fanning yourself, staring at him taking his shirt off and changing into his pajama pants. his biceps flexing as he picks something from off the floor. you couldn’t take the waves of warmth coming onto you and you started taking you clothes off, unable to as youre too gone to correctly take off the top you were wearing.
you feel strong arms roughly pull you to your feet, helping you take it off. the blurry sight of rafes dilated eyes staring down at you, biting his lip. he stares down at your chest heaving up and down, you swallowed.
“how much did you smoke” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“fuck i dont even know like 1 joint maybe 2.” you slurred giggling at out of it you sounded, legs giving up you sat back down on the bed.
“jeez y/n really.. and i know youve been drinking too, how stupid are you ?” he sighed, hands running through his hair. you could tell he was high too, the way he was slow and his flush cheeks.
“im not stupid, i was just having fun.” you argued, confused. blinking at him, maybe realizing the amount of shit you actually consumed tonight.
"i always gotta take care of you huh baby ?” he sighs grabbing your jaw, thumb rolling over your puffy lips. you look up at him with your glossy eyes, your heartbeat bumping against your chest. you open your mouth to say something but he roughly grabs your hair and pulls, your scalp stings at the action.
“god you drive me fucking insane.” he climbs onto the bed and gets on top of you. sloppily kissing you, you whine at the force and put your hand on his bare chest. he moves his hand from your face and down between your legs, two fingers slowly getting shoved into you.
your eyes squeeze shut, your brain not being able to handle this sensation. you mumbled his name grabbing his arm and squeezing, whimpers leaving your mouth as he curls his fingers.
“rafe please” you whined, arching your back when he makes slow circles around your clit. the room was quiet, but you could hear the sounds of how wet and rough he was fingering you.
“that feel good ?” he breathily says, he speeds up. and your eyes roll, grabbing harder onto his arms as you cum of his fingers. your body growing more tired from the strong orgasm you just experienced. weed really does enhance everything to the next level.
“spread your legs f’me.” words fly out of both ears as you try to listen to him, but physically you couldn’t. he laughs and uses his hand to open them wider, the view of your pussy makes his cock even harder than it already was. you were wet, so wet.
you feel him pushing into you slowly, a little groan falls out of your mouth from the stretching. no matter how many times you guys have had sex, he was always too big and never really fit inside.
you open your eyes and a phone camera is above your face, you didnt mind. you and him always did shit like this.
“w-wait the condom.” you slur, forgetting that you werent on birth control.
“shh its okay baby, you can trust me.” he convinces you, and you back off. his steady pace quickens when the coke finally is at its peak. your soft moans getting louder as he snaps his hips against yours, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust making you dizzier each time.
“is this what you wanted sweetheart ? got all cute and fucked up for me to fuck you like the pillow princess you are ?” he teased, his big veiny hand choking you. this felt so good, and the only thing on your mind was how good his dick felt.
“open your eyes baby, look at the camera. show it how much of a pretty slut you are for me.” your tits bounce up and down, mouth falling open. you shyly turn to the side, he wont allow it though. he grabbed your face and spit in your mouth, slapping you.
“whatd i just say.” he looks at you sternly and you pout.
you squeal at the sudden changed position of your legs, pushed against your chest. the feeling of him fucking you gets stronger, he went deeper in and out.
“fuck- mmm youre so beautiful and perfect, and youre all mine.” he grips your thighs and fucks you harder. he shuts off the camera and tosses his phone to the side.
it started to get overwhelming, your eyes tearing up from the pleasure as you slowly passed out. rafe noticed but that didn’t stop him, no it felt too good. he couldnt just leave you untouched the way you were looking to be filled with his cum.
his face shiny from the sweat, he looks down and pushes on your stomach. he could feel his tip thrusting up at you, groaning he slows down to kiss your cheek damp with your tears.
“oh fuck fuck fuck, im about to cum.” he grinds his hips into yours as he fills you up. he pulls out and leans over to grab a towel, cleaning up the evidence. but before that he couldnt help but stare at the sight, all perfect and filled.. hole dripping with his cum. its not like you would be angry right ? i mean with a few words and you would be the one apologizing for his actions. its rafe, you will always forgive him.
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ok so im currently listening to Santa Baby by Ariana Grande(feat. Liz Gillies) and whenever i hear "santa baby" all i sang is "santa daddy"
anyways, i want to request a dilf Carlos Olivera (you could also do leon if you're more comfy with that) wearing a santa costume (without the white hair and beard because i think their natural hair color is hotter) punishing the reader for being on his naughty list.
any kink is open, make it nasty like incest (which honestly would make it better)
okay now that i thought of the incest shit i want the reader's mom to be the one who ask for Carlos/leon to wear the smegsy santa costume (she like bought it or somethn) and she request to have sex with our daddy but daddy refuse becuase he was ✨TiReD✨ then while sleeping he wore the santa outfit and climb to the reader's bedroom window (daddy is commited to the role) and then that is where the smegsy shit starts to happen🤤🤤
anyways now that i read this again before sending i sound soo desperate and lonely (i am T.T)
ps: have a good day ahead and take care of yrslf ❤️
Imma do Leon since I don't write for carlos but this idea is so fucking tasty
I also made it incest because the idea stuck in my mind hehe so it's dad/son incest
Leon loved your mom, but some of the requests she came up with to spice up their sex life were interesting. They hadn't had sex for a while, and while she assumed it was just them both being busy and tired, you and Leon knew why. He didn't have time to fuck his wife, when he was busy fucking their son.
So when he dressed up like Santa, he didn't get hard from her sitting on his lap, and eventually she gave up and went to bed.
Leon wasn't going to join her for a while, however, his mind was elsewhere.
You woke up to your window sliding open, and were about to scream, until you saw the familiar blue hue in his eyes.
"Dad? What are you doing?"
He simply shushed you and continued climbing in through your window. The santa outfit was very comical to you, and certainly not something that would normally look attractive, but he managed to make it look good.
He sat on your bed, and in a slightly hushed voice, he said "Why don't you sit on Santa's lap?"
You realised what he was doing and instantly felt yourself getting wet at his husky tone. And so you walked over and sat on his lap, getting comfy, feeling his cock against you, hardening quickly.
He kept whispering in your ear, that same low, quiet tone sending shivers down your spine.
"What does my baby boy want for Christmas, hm? Because I've got something big I want to give you."
With that, he moves you so you are facing him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he pulls the bright red pants down ever so slightly. He's rock hard, and all for you.
He reaches inside your pants, and chuckles when he feels the wetness, knowing that despite yourself, you are enjoying seeing him dressed up like this.
"You've been a good boy all year, but you're still on my naughty list. So Santa is going to fuck you until you melt, okay?"
You're gently lowered onto his cock, and you start bouncing away. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other covers your mouth so your mom doesn't hear what's going on. You're too far gone to care about noise, but he doesn't want his wife to walk in on this scene. His cute little son, riding his cock, it's for his eyes only.
And the sight of you cumming on his cock, letting out the smallest of whimpers, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, it's the best Christmas present he's ever gotten.
#i think i gave myself a santa/christmas kink while writing this#ftm reader#male reader#x reader#leon kennedy x ftm reader#leon kennedy x male reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader
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Hockey match
Summary: Chris took me out to watch him play hockey after he wins his game he takes me home because I'm extremely tired but things get a bit heated.
Warnings: smut, fingering, pet names, hickeys, swearing
"Babe!!" Chris shouts from downstairs, "yeah??" I say while coming downstairs to see what he needs
"I have my hockey match today! Wanna come along to watch us?, we will be getting recorded for YouTube though so you might get into the video" "yeah that sounds great! And I don't mind if I get in the video"
"Alright then, well we will leave in about 10 minutes so, get ready!" I go up stairs, as I'm getting changed someone comes in "what the fuck!!" "Woahhh, it's just me, baby" "oh sorry I didn't realise"
"It's all good, fuck you are so beautiful" Chris says while smirking and slapping my ass and grabbing it tightly
Chris sits on the bed watching me get changed, "what are you looking at, hmmm?" I ask him as he stares at my tits
"Oh uh...nothing!!" "Mhm. I'm sure it's nothing" as Chris just sits there I put on his grey fresh love hoodie and sweatpants "I love your clothes so much" "and I love the way they look on you" Chris says while walking over to me kissing my neck then my lips
"Okay well, there's only 5 minutes left to get ready. I'll let you be", as I go into the bathroom i look in the mirror and see chris as given me a fucking hickey "Chris!!, get here right now." "Yeah darling?" "You gave me a fucking hickey on my neck!!" "Oh shit..well you're probably gonna have to cover it up with your makeup or whatever.."
I start to cover it up a lot while it's still bright red, finally I'm done getting ready "alright let's get in the car nick and Matt are waiting for us" we both hop in the back seat as Matt drives to the hockey match
We finally get there, "hold my hand, love" Chris demands me. I grab his hand and he holds it tightly, we get to our table and he's up first thing to compete with the other team
"Go Chris!!" I yell while he smiles at me getting distracted. Later on it's 11:33 at night and they finish at 11:40
Chris and his brothers come back to the table "hey baby" "hey Chris" I say softly. Chris wraps his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses my head "tired?" "Mhm.."
"We will be going home soon, love". "Chris!!" yells Matt and nick "yeah?" "We are back on let's go or we won't win!!" "Okay I'll be right there!, hey darling I have to go back on but I'll be back in a couple minutes I promise!!"
"It's okay babe! Go have fun", I say while being really proud of him, finally it hits 11:40 and it's time to go home "alrighty let's get you in the car shall we?" I nod my head hoping he would understand
"I'm really proud of you, good job for winning" I say "I love you so much baby"
I start to fall asleep in the car and it's about 5 more minutes until we get home, after a long drive we get home and Chris takes me to our bedroom "we're home, baby. Let me take off your makeup" "no I can do it myself.." I say quietly while shutting my eyes because of how sleepy I am
"You can wash your face and teeth but I'll do this for you" as he finishes taking off my makeup he takes me to wash my face and teeth
I start to hop into bed with my comfy pyjamas on, suddenly I feel Chris kissing me non-stop, "Chris i-"
"Baby..can I please? I want to make you feel good" my eyes open up wide, "okay then..." I say while holding on to Chris face kissing him
Chris pulls down my sweatpants and sees I'm already so fucking wet for him "oh my gosh, your so wet..did I make you feel this way, y/n?"
"Y-yes you d-did" I try to say but I can't seem to speak properly "good, I better have."
Chris puts his thumb against my clit "shitt.." "like it hmm?" "Mhm.." "respond properly or else I won't touch you anymore." Chris wishpers "fuck chris, please give me more, I fucking beg for it"
"Atta girl" Chris sticks two fingers in me as I moan and grunt really loudly
Chris keeps his fingers in me but adds three instead of just two as his fingers stay in me he starts giving me hickeys
He gives me them every on my tits and neck "fuck Chris..i-i-im going t-to cum-" "good girl. I'm going to eat every single drop after, ma"
As I start to cum he takes his fingers out and licks them. then he heads to go down to my pussy to clean up my mess "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart"
I give him a lazy smile while I'm sweating hardly, he pulls up my pants and puts my shirt back on
"You good?" "Mhm.." I say while falling off to sleep while cuddling him and having my head all pushed up against his chest. "I love you so fucking much, your mine." Chris wishpers in my ear softly
"I'm yours, Chris" "exactly, princess. Go off to sleep"
Should I make a part 2??
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We can beat any shit together
summary: JJ finds scars on Y/N's thight and they don't look like an acidente.
pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!depressed reader
WARNINGS: Depression, anxiety, mensions of SH, kinda angst, but comforting.
800 words
a/n: I had to write about this. If you're going through something like that, look for help, someone you can trust, if you don't anybody call 211 or feel free to send a message. I wish somebody had told me this so I'll tell you. You are not alone.
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JJ knows Y/N for as long as he can remember himself. Sweet John B's neighboor, living just down the road, joing all the times Big John took them to go fishing. He really liked her, the way she never judge him, always so kind and gentle, than he decided to take the self obligation to protect she no matter what - she looked like such a cute china doll and he wouldn't let she break. The pogues made fun of his behavior. Gotta pick her up from work! Gotta drop her at work! Save this for Y/N! No pickles, Y/N doesn't like it. He had to repay all the love she gave him, the love she made he feel. She barely realised it though, walking around with JJ just in front clearing her way, making sure there was no thorns.
That's why the discovery stabbed him right in the chest.
They were all on the beach, had just left the water to lay in the sand. Y/N stretched out, not really caring about putting a towel under, dead tired from the surfing. JJ watched she lay like a star, he couldn't help but stare at her, of course he had seem her in a bikini thousands of times, lately it's being different, hips wider, waist defined, boobs hanging in her top and thights... looking like they're melting?
"What's this?" He lean over, running his finger over the strange blur, skin color staying in his fingertip. She recoiled from his touch trying to hide the marks that appeared, eyes starting to water.
"Y/N?!"
She squirmed, hating to have the attention of the entire group now.
"It's just a little bit of foundation" she replies.
"Why you're putting makeup on your thights?" Kiara asks, face looking scared of the answer. Y/N wiped her leg, deep dark scars full on display.
JJ fliched, they were so deep, almost screaming sadness and pain. A nott formed on his throat just thinking about how much it must have hurt, how grotesque it looked. He looked back to her face, not finding the strength she must have to do something so... I mean she wasn't just cutting, that was mutilating.
"Fuck" She cried, she ruined the moment, it was a nice day, it felt okay, especially after she putted the right green concealer, the scars almost fading under it. The thought of the washing water faded from her mind.
"Tell me it was an acident, please."
"Does it look like one?" Y/N replied.
She wished they had caved the enourmous hole JJ suggest cause now she could bury herself on it. Pope's face looked full of pity like Kiara, John B. was confused - she made it herself? - but JJ, he was hurted, and she lightly pinched her arm for causing it.
"I'm sorry. I wanna go home." the girl said, grabbing her stuff, heading to the Twinkie. JJ followed her, trying to take her bag to care it.
"Wait." he begged, not really reaching her steps.
"No! JJ! Stop! Leave me, I just wanna go home"
"Give me the bag. Let me help you"
"You can't help me!"
It was not about the bag. She stopped, she fell, holding her knees close to her chest, crying the heart out. Lucky no one was around. JJ lowered next, stroking her hair.
"It's okay" he whispered.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over.
"Hey, no, don't be. I am the one who should be sorry. Look at me." his hands reached her face to pull it up seeing her wet lashes. "Sorry I didn't realized before" he begged again, because the memories just hitted him. The way she was always complainnig about the fights her parents were having, but still refused to leave the house, how she was tired all the time, even though she just woke up. Too many alcohol, to many cigarettes, less hangouts, less calls, less partys, much thoughts, much silence.
He fastly wiped the tears down his face holping she didn't noticed, just hugged she tightly.
The pogues approxed and they were hugging she too, whispering sweet nothings. Sweet everythings.
John B. was the first to get up holding his hand out for her.
"Let's go home." he says. They all know where is home.
In the ride JJ made sure he held she close, hand on her pulse, time in time putting his nose between her hair, just to know she's there, safe, with him.
"Can I ask you..." he carefully began "Where is the thing... you used?"
"In my bag, the little left pocket."
JJ almost cried again, for knowing that she cared it around, like a thing she needed close. He found it, trew it out tge window.
"You're going to be fine." he reasured "I'm right here. We can beat any shit together."
#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank#jj maybank comfort#obx fanfiction#tw depression
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hope. ~ morpheus x reader
summary: you don't expect to run into the lord of dreams in the middle of a rainstorm - and neither of you expect to fall for each other so quickly. II fluff & a little angst
requested: yes
a/n: my first morpheus fic, i hope you'll like it
words: 4.1k
warnings: none except that the readers name is "hope" in this story
I am a dire wolf. Prey-stalking, lethal hunter.
Hope could never be confined to a single being, a single existence. It was too vast of a concept, too abstract for mortals, too powerful for the ethereal – even for the Endless. And so it broke and its million fragments spread across universes, across worlds, and finally rested inside specimens of every creation.
In the Waking World, Hope – or rather the embodiment of it – had travelled on from one person to another for as long as the human race existed. When Death came to reap that human, a new baby was born with a smile so bright it could break down the highest walls and the most bitter hearts. And it just so happened that this time around, Hope found its place inside of you.
I am a hunter. Horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
You met him in the middle of the night – but not in the Dreaming. You were taking a walk, trying to calm yourself after a break up so monumental, you weren’t quite sure yet how you would ever recover from it. It was raining and you didn’t have an umbrella with you but frankly you didn’t care. You walked the streets with your head down, tears streaming down your face, hot and devastating. Music blasted in your eyes, the same music you had already listened to when that boy whose name you didn’t even remember stood you up in middle school. Well, some things stayed the same.
You didn’t hear and didn’t see him. You felt him instead when you ran face first into his chest.
“Shit!”, you cursed as you stumbled back, earplugs flying out of your ears, pulling your phone down with them. It crashed down onto the wet stones. You bent down and reached for them but someone was faster. When you lifted your head, his eyes met yours and for a second, time stopped.
You had never seen such eyes. They looked like you imagined the night sky would look without the pollution and light from the cities. Like an ocean after a storm, like a forgotten lake in a fairytale.
“Hope.”
I am a serpent. Horse-biting, poison-toothed.
His voice was deep and it sent a shiver down your spine.
Then you blinked. You stood up straight, hesitant, unsure if you should get more distance between yourself and him. “How do you know my name?”, you asked. He was a stranger to you, you were certain of that. You would have remembered a man like him – with his black coat and the dark hair, looking at you as if he could stare right into your soul.
He ignored your question. “You are not meant to cry.” And then something else happened – he raised his hand, crossed the distance between you two and … wiped away a tear with his thumb.
And to your surprise it didn’t scare you. Maybe your ex had just fucked so brutally with your head that you considered it okay to be touched in the face by a stranger who stood on a dimly lit street in the rain with no umbrella. But his touch felt … soothing. Like you could trust him. His fingers lingered on your cheek for another moment and suddenly you felt tired. You wanted to rest your head in his hand and close your eyes and … he lowered his arm and the feeling vanished.
What. The. Hell.
Now you definitely took a step back … and another one … and a another one. And before you knew it, you were running in full-speed in the opposite direction. You had listened to too many True Crime Podcasts to be able to stop and talk to a good-looking stranger in the middle of the night during a storm.
At home, you fell asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow. Normally, your nights were almost always dreamless but this time you found yourself in your favorite bookshop. It was empty. Well, almost empty. At the end of the room, leaning against a shelf, looking right at you, stood the stranger.
I am a bird of prey. Snake-devouring, talons-ripping.
The next day was hectic. So hectic that you almost forgot the dream, the stranger and most importantly: the break-up. It was only after you left the hospital and headed to your favorite café for a much needed break when you remembered all of it. Mainly because the café was right in front of the very same bookshop you dreamed of. You felt the familiar sting in your eyes. Tears were near – and all because your ex-boyfriend decided to sleep with his colleague. Asshole.
“May I sit here?” The voice was so familiar, you flinched.
There he was – standing right next to the table, in his long black coat as the autumn sun shone down on him.
“Are you stalking me?”
“Stalking?” He tilted his head, just a little. “I came to return something of yours.” He removed his hand from his pocket and carefully put your phone on the table. Your phone! You had almost forgotten about it.
“Thank you”, you mumbled.
The man remained quiet. He simply stood in front of the table as if he was still waiting for your answer. It was probably a bad idea to invite him to sit with you but … but it was the middle of the afternoon and lots of people were around you. He couldn’t murder you here, right?
God, these podcasts were really starting to get to you.
“Sit, please”, you finally said and he did just that. “How did you find me here? Do I know you?”
“I don’t believe we had the pleasure of meeting in this lifetime.” His voice was low, just like last night. And just like last night, it send shivers down your spine.
Still, you frowned at his words. “In this lifetime? Who talks like that? Isn’t it still a bit early to be drunk?”
A smile tugged on his lips and god, was he beautiful. Yesterday, you barely had the time to take all of him in but now he sat in front of you and you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. You didn’t quite comprehend what it was – there was something about him. It wasn’t his lean body, the perfect face or the messy hair that practically screamed at you to run your fingers through it. It was his aura. The way he carried himself, sat in front of you as if you were the one having an audience with a royal instead of him disturbing you during your break.
“Who made you cry?”, he asked, breaking the silence.
“How do you know it’s a who?”
“Mortals rarely cry like you did unless someone hurt them. Who dared to hurt you?”
Dared. The frown on your face got replaced by a lifted eyebrow. “You talk like you’re from a video game or something.”
No reply.
You sighed. “My boyfriend was the reason. Well, ex-boyfriend.” You paused. “He cheated on me.”
“I’m sorry.” Two simple words but for some reason you knew deep inside of you that he truly meant them. “You must have strong feelings for him.”
“I …” What was there to say? That for the first time you believed you actually had a future with a man? It was pathetic. There it was again – the sting in your eyes, the numb feeling in your stomach. You blinked, chasing away the oncoming tears. Not now, you thought. Later, in bed, maybe in a nightmare where no one could see you. “You didn’t answer my question. How did you know where to find me?”
The man leaned back, watching you. You could swear that in this light, the blue of his eyes seemed even more intense. “From your dreams.” He nodded towards the other side of the street where the small bookshop was.
You shifted in your chair. What? This didn’t make any sense. He didn’t make any sense. “Who are you?”
Now it was him who hesitated. “Morpheus,” he said then as if he was unsure of what his name truly was. “Call me Morpheus.”
I am a butcher bacterium. Warm-life destroying.
On that day, Morpheus sat with you for almost an hour. He seemed interested in you, asking you all sorts of questions about your life while dodging all those you directed at him. He seemed to be fascinated by the fact that you worked as a therapist, wanted to hear all about your reasonings for why you chose this job.
“I don’t know”, you had said and shrugged. “I guess, I always liked helping people with their problems. Showing them ways, reasons, to go on.”
He had mumbled something along the lines of this making perfect sense for this century. Ironically, nothing he said made any sense. Nothing helped you understand him more … and yet you didn’t mind.
You kept meeting in that café after work. Almost every day for weeks, you sat together and talked. Well, mostly you talked. He was more of a listener. He watched you, the spark of curiosity never leaving his eyes. Soon, you started to look forward to these meetings. Even sooner, your ex-boyfriend was forgotten. Instead you kept thinking about a certain man with the bluest eyes and the most gorgeous smile – even though he seldom showed it. In fact, you thought about him so much that he even started appearing in your dreams more and more.
You were falling for him, you realized one morning when you woke up, your heart still fluttering. You were falling for someone and still practically knew nothing about him.
I am a world. Space-floating, life-nurturing.
The leaves on the trees had changed colors and fallen to the ground. The nights grew longer, the days shorter, the temperature dropped and soon snow began to fall while the people put up their fairy lights and Christmas decorations.
After your meeting, Morpheus had offered to bring you home. This was a first. Together, you walked through the snow in comfortable silence and while you wore a warm scarf wrapped around your neck and gloves to protect your skin from the freezing cold, he seemed perfectly comfortable in the same coat he always wore. The snow landing softly on his shoulders stood in sharp contrast to the black fabric. You watched him from the corner of your eyes and saw how snowflakes tangled in his hair. Suddenly, you had to resist the urge to lift your hand and reach for his hair, for the snowflakes within it.
“What is on your mind, Hope?”
You still weren’t used to how your name rolled off his tongue.
You cleared your throat. “Nothing.”
He smiled – softly, barely visible, the way he always smiled as if he was scared to do so. “You are a terrible liar.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you quickly avert your gaze. For the past two weeks you had been meaning to ask him out. Not on another coffee date but a real date. But then again, does someone like Morpheus even go on dates? And shouldn’t you at least get to know his last name before you asked him?
“Tell me”, he said and this time, it sounded more like a demand. A lightly amused demand.
You stopped dead in your tracks at his words. He turned to you, curious again. Curious like he always was when it came to you. Now or never.
“Hope?” The demand was gone, left was a question.
“It’s not necessarily something I want to say”, you begin and take a step towards him. You raised your head to still be able to look him in the eyes. The two of you had never been this close to one another. It was electrifying. The feeling you always had in his presence began to creep up. Something about him felt … ancient. Terrifying. And yet, it didn’t stop you.
Morpheus watched you, every twitch of your muscles, every change in your expression, unmoving, hands still buried in his pockets. Now or never. You had to. Before he was able to say anything, you leaned forward ever so slight and … pressed your lips to his.
His lips were soft, just like you had imagined. They were soft and warm and after a second, they began to move against yours. Careful at first, cautious, a little bit confused, but with every passing second the kiss changed and suddenly you felt his hands on your hips. They burned through the fabric of your coat as he pulled you close against his own body. Electricity shot through your veins, through every cell of your being. Forgotten was the cold, the nervousness. You drowned in his kiss, in the way his lips claimed yours, demanding, wanting, needing.
When he let go of you, an eternity could have passed and you wouldn’t have noticed. Out of breath you stared at each other, his eyes an even darker shade of blue.
“I …”, he began but stopped. Morpheus was speechless? Well, that was another first today.
“Sorry, I had to do this first. Before I ask you on a date, y’know.” The words came out quickly.
“Date”, he repeated and blinked as if he had to process that word first. Your stomach plummeted to your feet. Shit. Did he not want to? After that kiss?
“I mean, it’s fine if you don’t want to, obviously, I just … we’ve seen each other so much lately I thought … I don’t know …”
He watched you stumble over your own words but this time there was no smile tugging on the corners of his lips. He was serious. More serious than usual. This couldn’t mean anything good, could it?
“Hope, there is something you need to know.”
I am a nova. All-exploding, planet-cremating.
You didn’t believe him at first. You were convinced, he was making fun of you but when the smile never came that would have told you it was all a joke, you believed that simply managed to fall for a mad man. Not a word Morpheus said made sense until he turned up in your dreams again and told you the same story. And then you woke up and he stood sat in the chair across the room.
Truth be told, you almost called the cops.
But after that, something changed. You eventually did believe him. He slowly began to talk. Dream was apparently one of his other names. Dream of the Endless. King of Dreams and Nightmares. God, this sounded insane. Yet he showed you it wasn’t. He took you to the Dreaming and showed you his palace. And in the Waking World, he even introduced you to Matthew – a crow. A talking crow.
And here you thought, you had simply met a nice men after the terrible end of the relationship. But no, you had to meet a god instead. Or something more than a god as he liked to remind you.
It took you a few weeks to adjust to this world. Morpheus gave you the space you needed and you were thankful for that. And then, finally, you grew closer again. But no kiss was shared, no date happened. Obviously – you didn’t think that a King even dated. And honestly, you were a little too intimated to ask again.
Something that never left your mind however, was why someone like him was interested in someone like you. A human. Not even a very special one, just a normal one. You asked him that once and he replied with one of his beautiful smiles and left you none the wiser.
I am a universe. All things encompassing, all life embracing.
Once every thousand years, Morpheus would meet someone who fundamentally made him … feel. Contrary to popular belief, he cared deeply about humanity and held a great interest in them. But sometimes he’d meet a human that especially sparked his interest.
Lucienne had once asked him how he chose those humans. He had been short of an answer. If he could truly choose them, would he have chosen a random crying woman who bumped into him on a street? Probably not.
Yes, he admitted that you weren’t just any random woman. You were the embodiment of hope and at first he simply wanted to see what hope would manifest as in these times. But something about you kept forcing him to come back to you. In the Dreaming, in the Waking World. He wanted to be around you. Maybe it was the fragment of hope sewn into your soul, Morpheus didn’t know. But when you mumbled to yourself in one of your dreams that you started to fall, he began to tumble. And when you pressed your lips to his, he fell too. Hard.
It annoyed him when you didn’t believe him at first but he had learned from previous mistakes and gave you time and space. Yet, every night when you visited him in the Dreaming it physically hurt him not to be able to pull you into his arms.
You did not understand why Morpheus chose to be around you. Why he found such interest in your mundane life. Morpheus was once again short of an answer when you asked that very question one night.
“You’re not much of a talker, are you, Dream Lord?”, you asked him when he remained silent.
Both you were resting against a blossoming apple tree in Fiddler’s Green. You had turned his face to him and were so close that he could smell you. It was intoxicating. Morpheus smiled at you. Something he had done a lot more often in recent times.
“I have another question”, you continued.
“Anything”, Morpheus replied and also turned his head. Only inches separated his lips from yours.
You swallowed and Morpheus wondered if you felt the same in this very moment. Then you began to speak again. “When we met … you said I wasn’t meant to cry. What did you mean by that?”
His eyes travelled up from your lips to your eyes. He was certain he had never seen a mortal with such beautiful eyes before.
He had hoped that you had forgotten this moment already. You weren’t meant to cry. Hope didn’t cry. Couldn’t. But you weren’t just hope as hope was just a fragment within you. It took him a while to answer, to find the right words.
In the end, he didn’t tell you what you were. It was not meant for you to know. But to him, it still felt like a lie. And while the King of Nightmares, in his thousands of years of existence, was no stranger to lies, he hated the feeling that began to form in his stomach while his mouth formed words that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I am anti-life. The beast of judgement. The dark at the end of everything.
“Hope.”
He didn’t raise his voice but it still overpowered the traffic noise and rang deep inside of you. Morpheus stood a few feet apart on the sidewalk. It was late and cold and the snow fell down on you relentlessly. You needed to get home, to prepare for a New Year’s Eve dinner with your friends. You didn’t have time for him – and you were still too mad.
“You stood me up.” Your voice cut through the silence between you, colder than the wind pressing against your own coat. Something flickered in his eyes. Hurt? He came closer, slowly.
“For a whole week you stood me up. In the Dreaming, in our café.” Our café. As if you could share anything with one of the Endless.
“Do you not believe that I have more responsibilities than drinking … coffee with you?”
Outch. You lowered your gaze not wanting to show him that his words hurt. Of course he had other responsibilities. You were confused as to why he kept you around so long anyways. “You could have told me, y’know”, you mumbled, unsure if he heard you. “I understand if you’re finally tired of me but … a word would have been nice.”
He stopped, directly in front of you. “Tired of you?”, he asked, his voice soft.
You nodded.
“That is so far from the truth”, he continued. “I don’t think I will ever grow weary of you.”
His words made you look up and when you met his gaze, you drew in a sharp breath of air. He was close, so close, there was only him left in this world. The night sky looked down on you, a mere mortal, with more love and affection than this universe held. It took you by surprise and with so much force that your knees weakened.
“Then why didn’t you come?”, you whispered.
He leaned in. “Because I am no longer able to be around you without … without doing this.”
His lips on your yours were merely a brush, a fleeting moment of worlds colliding. The Dreaming and the Waking. Nightmares and Hope. When you parted, his eyes darkened. You reached for his collar and pulled him down again, desperate to taste more.
Weeks had passed since that very first kiss. Weeks in which you weren’t sure of Morpheus intentions. Of his thoughts. You thought you had overstepped as he gave no sign that your advances were wanted. All these thoughts died the moment, he wrapped his arms around and pulled you close.
Forgotten was the cold, the snow, the dinner, the doubt.
I …
You laughed when Matthew finished his joke. It was loud and free, head thrown back, and Lucienne and the raven joined in your laughter. The three of you sat in the library of the Dream Lords palace, flicking through books, sharing anecdotes and stories. After your second kiss, Morpheus began to introduce you to more and more of his palace staff and you enjoyed being around them when he was called to work.
“We have a visitor”, Lucienne suddenly changed the topic.
“It seems our boss has returned”, Matthew cawed and pointed with his beak towards the end of the hall. Morpheus stood there, seemingly ingulfed reading the backs of books, but you could tell he had listened in on your conversation. The smile betrayed him. A warm feeling spread inside of you.
“He changed, don’t you – caw – think, Lucienne?”, Matthew asked the librarian. “I don’t think I’ve seen him smile so much.”
The three of you watched the King of this realm tilting his head into your direction. “Well, I always hoped this would eventually happen”, Lucienne admitted. “Hoped …” Her gaze traveled to you.
You shrugged. “How fitting that my name is Hope.”
“Yes, how fitting.”
I am …
“Do you hate me now?”, your question was filled with so much fear, it pained the Dream Lord. You knew of Nada, knew what happened the last time someone rejected him. But what pained him even more was that you believed he could ever hurt you.
You sat across from him in your small apartment on your even smaller couch, legs pulled up against your chest as you nervously watched him.
“Never”, he whispered, eyes fixated on the ticking clock on the wall. “I simply do not understand.”
You didn’t either. When Morpheus came tonight, he had offered you everything. A realm, a king, every dream come true. And still, you said no. You couldn’t leave this world, your family, your friends, your patients. No matter how great the love for him was, no matter how devastating the decision felt, you knew you weren’t meant for this. It wasn’t your purpose.
“I am so sorry, Morpheus …”
His hand twitched when you whispered his name.
“I wish I could but-”
“You can.” The clock ticked on and Morpheus followed the movement of its hands. “I am offering you everything.”
“And I have to decline.” It hurt. It hurt so much. “I can not, Morpheus. I … please, understand. I can’t leave.”
He understood. He knew this day would come. You weren’t a normal human being. Like him, you had a purpose and responsibilities and it didn’t matter if you knew about them or not.
You leaned forward, onto your knees and reached for his hand. You rested your forehead against his head, felt him lean into you, and the fear faded that he would take this rejection badly. In your heart, you didn’t believe he would ever hurt you. But he was an Endless and you didn’t understand them yet. You probably never would.
Morpheus closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap.
“We’ll still have a lifetime together. Here and in the Dreaming”, you offered weakly.
“As if that could ever be enough.”
… hope.
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Hiiii
Okay but like...imagine you notice weird things going on around your apartment...things go missing, stuff is moved, little things like that, but you don't think much of it. But then imagine you wake up one night to a noise and you see this tall figure standing at the end of your bed going through things on your vanity. The figure hears you and turns around before pinning you down with his large hand clamped around your mouth. (I can't decide if you should know Ted or not so you can decide that). He ends up fucking you, lots of "I've been waiting for this for so long." "I'm gonna make you so happy." "All mine now." "My little dolly". You know, cute shit like that. (Also IDK how you'd want to incorporate this but i'm also like imagining that scene in The Boy where the dude has the girls dress and like recreated her on his bed?) Anyway, name of Jesus Christ, Amen
I’m gonna do what I did in Stalker and make reader a fan but she isn’t an insomniac??? Howwww???
“Wait, how did you get in?”
Ted Nivison x afab!reader
MDNI I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN
You are having a normal day, taking a shower at 9, doing skincare, going back into your room, and watching Ted Nivison’s videos on your laptop until 11 then going to sleep. You wake up from a nice dream a sex dream at about 4 or 5 am. You look ahead of you and see a tall figure rummaging through your stuff. “Wha-“ You start but you're too tired to finish your sentence. It could just be a delusion, right? “Hello, sweetheart.” You hear come from the tall man. He sounds like Ted Nivison.. You think. “Are you Ted Nivison?” You ask, being too sleepy to even care. “Why don’t you find out?” He chuckles softly as he comes closer to you. You can see the reflection from the window off his glasses and your eyes widen. “The fuck? Why are you in my house?” “I didn’t expect you to say that.” “Then what did you expect?” You rub your eye tiredly. “Well, I expected you to have a fangirl moment. You do have pictures of me everywhere.” He says as he opens his arms as if offering a hug. In his right hand, you see him holding a pair of your lacy panties that your friend had bought you for your 18th birthday. Ted crawls into your bed and pins you down as if you were going to try and run. Like, dude? You’re too tired, duh. You wake up a little more and realize the situation more. “If I fall asleep you can continue whatever you started.” You say to him as a smirk appears on his face. “Whatever you say, princess.” He says as he nips at your neck. You put your hands under his shirt and pull it over his head, discarding it to the floor. He does the same to your shirt and starts to nip at the new bare skin. A couple of whines leave your mouth which motivates him to leave marks. What feels like only a few seconds pass and both of you are naked, he’s lying on his back as you look at him with tired, almost innocent eyes. His large hand cups your cheek and his thumb rubs the skin there. You lean into his touch, almost falling asleep. “Stay with me, darling.” He whispers. “Mm..” You mumble out as his hands move to your hips, he then flips you around so you’re on your back underneath him. He puts the tip to your entrance and slowly pushes forward, loving the way you whimper at the pleasure. He pushes all the way in in one swift movement making you let out a whine. “Fuck- so tight..” Ted groans out. “T-Teddy- please-“ You whine out as he starts slow thrusts, letting out groans of your name or how wet you are. “Been waiting for this for so long, gonna make you so much more happy than that last douche- fuck.” He says as his thrusts pick up pace and your moans grow louder. “Fuck!- S-so close- please, Teddy!” You moan out, you definitely weren’t falling back asleep now. “Fuck- gonna cum!” You let out an almost pornographic moan making Ted’s eyes widen and lips part slightly. “Cum for me, darling.” He says into your ear as you clench down on him, cumming on his cock. This throws him over the edge and he cums inside you, pulling out and moving down to your cunt that’s leaking with yours and his mixed cum. “My little dolly now, mine too play with whenever I want.” He mumbles as he licks a stripe up your clit before sucking on it, moans leaving your mouth as your hands meet his hair, you feel two of his huge fingers enter you, even louder moans coming out of your mouth now. “Fuck- Ted!” He looks up at you and the sight almost makes you cum on the spot. His fingers go quick inside you drawing loud moans and whimpers from your mouth. You cum on his fingers and he works you through it before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking your cum off, lapping up any last bit he didn’t get. He gets up and walks into your bathroom, getting a rag and cleaning the two of you up. He then goes over to your dresser and pulls out some clean clothes for you and getting in his bag for his own clothes- was he planning this? He walks back over to you and helps you get dressed and then he’s dressed himself. He crawls into bed beside you and pulls you into him. “I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Teddy.” You close your eyes to go to sleep. “Wait- how did you get in?”
#ted nivison#ted nivison smut#ted nivison x reader#ted nivison x you#smut#fanfiction#lunch club#lunch club podcast#Ted lunch club
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Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment
i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog
okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy
in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All
so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.
he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)
when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3
so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.
and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.
but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.
plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)
it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.
(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)
but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.
idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.
and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.
#FORGOT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE. A WEEK OR TWO. FUCKING OOPSIES!#oh my god. Pause The Post. my cat dropped a whisker on my desk... ive been blessed...#her lil pointy whisker... d'aw....#AWWWWW ITS GOT A LITTLE CURL AT THE END <3<3<3#anyway Anyway butterfly howdy.#i have More Specific thoughts for Scenes and tidbits but this post has gotten long enough#enjoy Enjoy!!#i hope this was coherent!#yassified howdy <3#rambles from the bog#many laughingstock thoughts as well for butterfly howdy. so many thoughts...
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🪫: The Chains That Bind || angels, burnout, commoditization, dehumanization, exhaustion, I know that SCRAM is probably a backronym but it's so stupid I love it
"So, uhh..."
Shit, only three days. Knew I shouldn't have picked four in the pool... At least I didn't go with "Never," like Gloria from HR. Bitch should know better; they always, always ask. Might be a day, might be a week, but they always bring it up.
"You ever, uh, think about what exactly we're doing here?"
There it was. The million dollar question. Suppose that number should be revised well-upwards, honestly, power prices being what they were these days, but I couldn't be arsed to keep up with the current budget...
"Like, with that thing in there, ya know?" He gestured vaguely past the consoles before us towards the observation slit, as if there could be any doubt what he meant. Wasn't anything else to talk about around here, least of all the drab beige plastic that comprised every surface.
"Notice you haven't taken a peek yet, rookie. Superstitious much?" I kept my voice light, despite the lance of hot rage that pierced my breast. Close to a decade of experience meant I'd had practice enough at controlling Extrinsics.
"No! Just, I mean..." With a sigh, he stood and leaned forward to look, pressing forward with a near-reverent hesitance. I'd have to keep an eye on that. That spoke of assumptions, and assumptions lead to sloppy work.
I didn't need to look. Already knew what he was staring at.
And if I hadn't, well, it was painted on his face, plain as daylight. 4 solid inches of recycled cathedral glass lessened the intensity to something just-shy of blinding, but compared to the anemic fluorescence of the control room, he might as well have been staring at the sun.
"....hm." It was a disappointed sort of non-committal noise.
"Not what you expected?" Of course it wasn't, not on this side of the shielding. Anyone too sensitive would never have been allowed this close.
"It's...bright?" Disappointment, and the desire for confirmation.
"It's a toroidal cloud of plasma. What the hell did you expect?" Part of the ritual, this was. Debase, demean, lessen. Pinion its wings with the materialistic, the rational, the objective, the familiar.
I knew what he meant, but that part...that part was buried just out sight.
If a few hundred tons of concrete, ten of graphite, and a cell of industrial diamond could be called "just out of sight." Only been down there once; creeped me out when my clothes changed color. Tiny changes, but you never knew what tiny change in your genes would become cancer.
"Yeah, I, uh, can see. I guess I expected-"
"Arms, legs, wings? Some white robes? Maybe a harp or trumpet?" The first bit was true, at least sometimes. Music was a bad idea though. "It's not a person. It's a machine. A thing that was made to do a job. A car, not a yoked horse."
"Aren't you ...afraid though?"
"Afraid? Hell yes I am." That much was no lie. "I'm afraid my coffee is gonna become decaf in between sips, or my bra won't match my shirt, or some other Slip is gonna fuck up my perfectly good day answering your stupid questions." Easy, steady...
Woof. That was a pained look if I'd ever seen one. Fine, he needed more reassurance than that... "Look, of course I worry. Even without hypocertainty effects, there are ten thousand things that could go wrong here. And our job is to make sure they don't, okay?"
"Okay...but-"
"Look, keep your eyes on the gauges and the protocols in mind. Long as shit's all green, s'all good, yeah? Been here 11 years; most of the time when the alarms go off, it's just brumeraven buildup. We wet vent it out through the filters and someone gets a flat tire or something."
He nodded, if not with much conviction. "What's, uh, what's the worst that could happen?"
Fuck, where in the hell did they even find this guy?
Fine, if he wanted it... "Worst case, the Void coefficient inverts and goes positive. We end up with a criticality incursion, have to cut the outflows and you..." I leaned over to prod his arm for emphasis. "...you get to take ice cream and stuffed animals downstairs for it."
Well, that got a nervous giggle and a minute of silence. Probably for the best he thought it a joke for the moment. I waited, then, waited for the question he still hadn't asked, the one I knew was coming.
"But what...what if it breaks loose? What if it gets out?"
Bingo. It wouldn't. It couldn't. "It won't. It can't. Besides, that's my job." I tapped the badge clipped to my shirt, right on the crisp, serifed capital letters: SCRMNT. Safety Containment Responsibility Manager/Neutralization Technician. Corporate did love their acronyms...
"I mean, sure, no offense, but what exactly are you gonna do against that thing in there, if it breaks the control bonds?"
Ahhh, and there it was, the root of the misunderstanding. He still thought this was a prison of concrete and rebar, copper and steel.
"You don't understand. All this concrete and shit? That's all just shielding for our benefit. And for the power converters and all that. It's free to leave; not like we could stop it. But if she goes, whole power grid goes down."
It. Fuck.
"I don't understand. Why...?"
"Please, with all the hospitals and homes and hotels that depend on us?"
"..."
"You want to know how you keep an angel bound?"
The question hung in the air as I felt the hairs on my arm prick, and a fleeting sense of sorrow not my own slunk into my heart.
He nodded, waiting.
I smiled slowly.
"Responsibilities."
~🪫
#empty spaces#microfiction#fiction#angelposting#angels#burnout#commoditization#dehumanization#exhaustion#I know that SCRAM is probably a backronym but it's so stupid I love it
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Babes, can you please write a fic where the reader wraps her arms around Marc's waist while burying her face into Marc's neck?? 🥺💕
Some comfort stuff, 'cause I feel like you need it🤗
HELLLOOOO!!!
I do need the comfort, tbh, it was a loooooooooooooooong fucking summer and my dad managed to retraumatize me at the ripe old age of 25 and an old flame managed to re-fuck me up 3 years later, so I've been dealing with some *EmOtIoNaL dAmAgE* to be sure
anyway, here wonderwall- I mean the drabble.
Masterlist here
Marc Spector X reader
WANRINGS!: Not much, crying, feeling shitty, references to rough sex (blink and you miss it)
You lean against the kitchen counter, not even daring to turn on the oven light for fear of waking your precious boyfriend. He sleeps so little as it is, you never want to wake him, even though he had insisted to you that you could wake him any time you were upset. And boy, you were upset. About what, you couldn’t pinpoint. You bend over the sink, feeling ill and dry heaving. Something was wrong. With you, with your life, with your body, something. Something…
“Baby?” A tired whisper calls from the hall. Fuck. You woke Marc. You don’t look at him, but you see out of your peripheral vision he’s wearing a white T shirt, grey shorts and his stupid adorable tube socks in insists on sleeping in.
You couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You felt guiltier than shit. He deserved better than you, he deserved someone good, someone kind, someone who can take care of him. Not you. You were broken and falling apart and he was stuck with you. Here he was at 1 am, waking up because you can’t manage to be quiet.
“Hon-” His hand, that had only several hours ago had been around your throat as he violently fucked into you, now touched your shoulder so tenderly that you couldn’t help but fall into him.
You whip around, unable to look at him so you bury yourself in him “I’m sorry I’m like this” you sob, wrapping your arms so tightly around his little waist.
“Oh, baby…” Marc hugs you back so tightly, as if he was squeezing all the broken pieces back into place. “Let it out honey, just let it out…” And you did, burying your face into his neck to smell him, assuring all your senses that he was here. Marc was here. Everything was okay now… Marc patted your hair and back, continuing to hold you tightly as he whispered affirmations. ‘It’s okay, I’m here’ ‘I love you, Sweetheart, so, so, much.’ ‘My pretty, sweet girl’
When you finally calmed down, breath shaking, you said it again. “I’m sorry…”
“For what?” He asked, sincerely, as if you hadn’t sobbed for 5 minutes straight after waking him up at 1 am.
“For being so pathetic…” You mumble into his neck that was wet with your tears.
“Hey now…You are not pathetic. Quite the opposite. You have such a big heart and are such a hard worker. You light up a room, you know that don’t you? How much everyone enjoys being around you? You brought so much joy into mine, Jake’s and Steven’s lives… we love you, more than anything in this world.”
You hug him tighter, squeezing your eyes shut, needing him to know the depth of your love. “I love you Marc, I love you all so much, with everything in me.” You rest your head on his chest.
He kisses the top of your head. “Can I take you to bed?”
You nod against his chest, and he crouches down, pulling you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree and you continued with your face on his shoulder. Marc carried you to the bed, laying you down, cradling your neck as he laid your head against the pillow. He kissed you, and you finally get a look at his face for the first time tonight.
Beautiful.
He was so stunning, his jaw perfect and strong, his nose prominent and his eyes large and loving. And his hair… oh his hair… Amazing. Marc smiled and your heart melted, it felt like the first time every time you looked at him, struck by his beauty and kindness.
He crawls into bed next to you, propping himself up on an arm “Is there something you need to talk about, or just a bad night?”
You shake your head. “Bad night.”
Marc nods, his curls falling on his forehead. “Okay. You can talk to me if you need to, alright?”
You reach up to touch his cheek. “I know, baby.”
“Are you ready to sleep?” Marc asks softly, leaving it open for you to answer honestly. You nod. “C’mere” He lays down, pulling you up to rest on his chest. He listens to the sound of your breathing as he plays with your hair. He didn’t close his eyes until he was sure you were asleep, safe in his arms.
#marc spector x reader#marc spector x you#moon knight#marc spector#moon knight fluff#Marc spector fluff#marc spector hurt/comfort#marc spector comfort#soft marc spector
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not going to finish reading 1.1 tonight due to. the sleepy tired. and that shit is way longer than gestation. but i am certainly microwaving the first section i have read in my brain
i do have some Thoughts on the presumed magic(? this is one of the ones with magic i'm sure) but to be clear i am not generally a guy who gets really into trying to extrapolate or put together lore abt how the universe functions. like i figure we get there when we get there. i am significantly more invested in autopsying the workings of various characters. already breaking out the hacksaws for blake
i am surprised that he's in his 20s because the way everyone talks about him had me thinking he was also a traumatized teenager but like even more sopping wet than the undersiders about it. also i was surprised by how much of a Guy he is. like worm is primarily focused on complicated and interesting female characters and there just are not that many Guys in it. there are very few guys who are as relevant as the women and none of them are capital-g Guys. like...defiant is a redditor. brian owns a motorcycle helmet but taylor is literally, like, the first girl he's talked to in years that wasn't his little sister he's responsible 4 or his teammates he's more begrudgingly responsible for. he's so socially dysfunctional. alec vasil would never own a motorcycle or have tattoos, he walks around looking gay and then goes down 4 his gf's character development. none of the wormguys are capable of the energy blake thorburn is carrying. so it was very funny going "oh shit he's in his 20s instead of a sad wet teenager?" and then "oh shit he has a fucking motorcycle? and tattoos? and boots? and he's DATED people? and has friends??"
also very funny: being specifically surprised by the motorcycle because it seemed Too cool for how people talk about him and then finding out like 7 paragraphs down that it's actually the world's most shitty-dink sad little bike ever. like yeah okay. that checks out. that seems to accurately encapsulate blake thornburn's energy.
anyway my initial misassumptions out of the way. it is also sort of surreal seeing a wildbow protagonist that has like....basic levels of self-awareness about himself. he actually notices when his shrugging is starting to become more of an act than a genuine indicator of his disinterest. taylor would not have noticed! making my tentative first forays into understanding the blake psyche here because again i have not even finished 1.1 but the energy i'm getting so far is like. he tells himself he's not gonna get sucked into the family drama and then he does a pretty decent job of that, but he also does an excellent job of avoiding thinking about what the implicitly referenced background trauma is. he is generally not terribly unaware of his own emotions but this does not stop him from having his flight reflex triggered over a hug or from having trouble sleeping at home even when alllll the doors and windows are locked. i'm catching the vibes of him being relatively functional on the surface but having Something that is Extremely His Family's Fault broiling inside of him that might not come out now but will nigh-certainly come out eventually. i predict he has at least three really really bad mental breakdowns before this book is over. like i'm talking Severe. i'm getting "left and sorted out some of the trauma and is doing a pretty good job at being a reasonably mature 20ishyo not getting sucked back in the second he returns but is still going to have things boil over when shit gets real" energy. that might be nothing but i'm throwing darts here. we'll find out. definitely very surface level blatant trauma responses compared to some other wb characters though. i think the lack of repression means he's better at seeming like a Normal Guy upfront but is significantly more prone to getting very unnormal when the horrors get involved. i will not be comparing this to worm forever ftr but guy who has only read one wildbow novel is going to inevitably compare and contrast w other wildbow novel. it's a fun frame of reference 2 start analyzing thru when i'm only going off the very basics at first. anyway feel free to send ask commentary or whatever as always
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Let It All Out Sweetheart
Summary: Eddie comforts you after a bad day!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
WC: 1126
Warnings: pure fluff! eddie needs a warning for himself because god damn that man could kill me just with a look
A/N: my tiktok fyp is full of Eddie coming back as Kas theories and a part of me is really excited but another part of me is like 98.3% sure the duffer brothers wouldn't do that so im sad.
(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)
The trailer shook as the front door slammed, causing Eddie to jump in his seat. He groaned as he looked down to see his pencil had dragged across the page, effectively ruining the summer homework he had been trying to solve. So much for actually trying, he thought to himself, after you had prompted him to put more effort into graduating. You swung the door open, surprising Eddie once again, this time causing him to jump hard enough and make his knees hit the table.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Eddie, I didn't mean to scare you!" you whispered as you dropped to his side to make sure he was okay.
"It's fine princess, you didn't scare me that much, although I thought you were Wayne for a second. Are you okay?" he asked as he swatted your hands away, opting to hold them in his own instead. You just looked up at him, trying to force a smile and a slight nod.
"Baby, please, you come in here, opening and closing doors with the force of an army, you don't seem okay." Eddie muttered as he stood up from his chair and pulled you along with him to the mattress. His face dropped when he saw a tear drop from your eyes, immediately grabbing your legs and moving you to sit on his lap.
"Talk to me, what's wrong? Did somebody hurt you?" Eddie asked as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks, trying to catch stray tears as they rolled down your face.
"N-no, I'm fine, nobody hurt me. I'm okay." you managed to push out as you tried to calm yourself down.
"Okay, calm on, cry it out, let it all out sweetheart." he whispered as he pulled you into a hug, running his callused fingers over your back. Letting go, tears now streamed down your face and into his hair and shoulder as you clung onto your boyfriend's torso. Eddie continued to comfort you and run his fingers through your hair and rub your back, encouraging you to cry as much as you needed to.
"Shh, you're okay, I've got you princess. Just focus on my breathing, come back to me" he'd mutter as he placed your hand on his chest. Eventually you calmed down and the tears had stopped, cheeks and eyes now puffy from having sobbed for a good 10 minutes.
"Is it bad to say that you look extra pretty right after having cried?" Eddie teased, trying to lighten the mood. You tried to hold in your laughter, but you couldn't help but giggle at his comment. He always had something to say about you being pretty.
"Now, wanna tell me what happened?"
"I just, god, I had such a bad day. I woke up to my parents fighting, and it was bad because I didn't get very good sleep last night. We ran out of milk so I couldn't have my cereal, I just had toast, and plain toast, because of fucking course my parents forgot to buy groceries last night. Then I got to work and these teenagers were giving me shit for not having something in the library, how is it my fault for not having a book, does it look like I own the library? And then on my way here I got cat called by some gross old perverts, they looked old, like ancient. To top it all off I stepped in mud trying to get here so my socks got wet. I don't think I've ever had such a tiring dady."
"Why didn't you come over last night? I could have helped you sleep, I know you sleep better when you're in my arms."
"I didn't want to disturb you, Eds. I know how hard you've been working trying to catch up on summer work, I knew you'd be tired."
"Baby, you are never disturbing me. I will always want to spend time with you, even if it's you waking me up at 3 am to cuddle and sleep. Don't feel bad, next time just come okay?"
"Okay..."
"And if your parents still haven't gone grocery shopping, let's go together, yeah? I'll gladly take you. As for the teenagers, do you know who they are? I wouldn't mind roughing them up a bit. Oh, and the old men, I'm sure I could just play one riff on my guitar and they'd have a heart attack and die." Eddie joked.
"Oh my god Eddie, you are not killing any old men or scaring teenage boys for me, but thank you, I appreciate it."
"I'd do anything for you, my love, and I mean it. I don't like seeing you so upset."
"I know, and I'm sorry for barging in the way that I did, I just needed to see you."
"Ooo, how embarassing, sounds like you have a crush on me!"
"Eddie you literally said you'd do anything for me, like, 10 seconds ago."
"Hey! I never said I didn't have a crush, just you!"
The two of you laughed as you held each other, taking in the feeling that you brought. Comfort, warmth, and love. Just one look at Eddie and you knew your worries would fly away like paper in a storm. His smile was bright enough to cure all your sadness and pain, you just needed an extra pick me up today.
"Well, now that you're here, I have a good idea!"
"What is it?"
"I'll put on some of your favourite music, and we can cuddle and take a nap, and regain some of that energy you lost while you practically drenched my shirt."
"Eddie, you hate ABBA, and I'm sorry for the shirt..."
"I don't hate ABBA, not if it makes you happy, I'd do anything for that. And don't apologize, it gives me a reason to take it off." he exclaimed as he winked at you, causing you to chuckle in response. You moved further up his mattress until you were laid on your back. Eddie tossed you a different shirt to change into, and joined you once you were done.
"I meant every word, Y/N, I'd do anything for you. I'm sorry you had such a shitty day, but I hope I've made you feel a bit better." he murmured as he ran his finger over your nose bridge.
"I felt better the second I saw you, Eds." you responded. He pulled you into his grasp and wrapped his arms around your stomach, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Even though you felt miserable less than 30 minutes ago, you had completely forgotten about all your worries, now that you were in Eddie's arms, safe, and where you always wanted to be.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#stranger things s4#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson fic#vellarawrites
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going to my language with this one…
eddie munson x bilingual! reader, where reader’s way of punishing him after he annoyed the shit out of you, is to respond to him in your second language which is worse than being ignored cuz he can’t understand shit. overall, it’s a lil angsty but fluffy and full of cuss words in tagalog/filipino.
i have a mini translation below 👉👈
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“sweetheart.”
“tangina mo.”
“baby.”
“tangina mo.”
“sweets, please talk to me.”
“tangina mo.”
“for this one time, can you speak in english?”
“putangina mo.”
“fine! ‘m sorry, okay!? didn’t mean to push you too far. please talk to me.” eddie pleaded, hands clasped together, kneeling beside you as you glared at him. oh, he had been a annoying prick today. one of his primary love language was making your head hurt, he’s a shit tease and an stubborn one as well.
well, today he kinda overdone it by pushing you to your limits. patience already wearing thin because he won’t stop teasing you. he kinda needed to work on boundaries next time before this situation could happen again. then again, he liked seeing you so pouty and angry, it’s so cute.
“can you at least tell me what i did to upset you? what did i say?” he begged, eyes wide and doe. you rolled your eyes at him, still annoyed yet quite adored he’s on his knees now. eddie knew you have a second language, it was fascinating to him how you speak two at the same time. he so wished he could understand you now.
“hulaan mo. ikaw nag-simula diba?” you responded, accent full and angry. eddie flinched as he pouted, hugging you know as you stayed still, not wanting to give in just yet. even though he didn’t understand shit you were saying that slowly irritating his mind.
the consequences of his own actions, he guessed. he deserved it
“please, baby. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he whispered, kissing your neck. you shivered, still not giving in. he needed to learn.
“puro sorry, pero hindi naman tumitigil, parang gago. bahala ka na. tanga mo—” you huffed, mumbling the last words. your pent-up irritable feeling making your eyes wet a bit. eddie noticed the shine in your eyes as he shushed you. engulfing you in a big hug as you snuggled a bit against his chest as he laid down on the bed. the scent of him calming you down, you just couldn’t help but blink a tear out as you bit your lip.
“‘m s-sorry, i won’t do it again, i love you so much—“ he started to ramble, caressing your back as you buried your face against his cigarette and cologne scented shirt, the warmth of him slowly easing you into relaxation. god, was he such a prick today. you let out a deep exhale, composing yourself, usually you tolerated his schemes but today was enough for you. you were glad he realize his mistake sooner.
“sweetheart? am i forgiven?” he asked, a pout in his voice. you looked up from his chest as you nodded silently. he grinned, leaning for a kiss.
“gimme a kiss, please.” he begged, needy for your affection. “i don’t like not understanding you…” he mumbled as you leaned up to capture his lips to yours so he can shut up. eddie groaned, squeezing your sides as you broke away before it could lead to elsewhere making him whine.
“if you do that again, edward. i fucking swear i’m going to do this again.” you warned him as he obediently nodded, understanding it clearly. “i like being teased but sometimes it’s going too far, eds!”
“i swear on my uncle, i won’t do it again. i love you.” he saluted, you chuckled, snuggling back in his arms. a quiet silence enveloped the room as you begun drifting away groggily at the sound of his heartbeat underneath your ear. the duality of him being so sweet and then an annoying ass was kinda tiring but’s eddie, you always knew eddie didn’t really mean to go that far in his idiotic love language. eddie seem to ponder a moment as he couldn’t hold in his curiosity regarding your last words, already a teasing grin on his face.
“so, you do like being teased?”
“ang gago mo talaga—“
“does that mean i love you?”
“bobo.”
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mini translation :
- tangina mo -> fuck you
- putangina mo -> fuck you (literal translation: your mother is a whore/bitch)
- hulaan mo, ikaw una nagsimula diba? -> guess it, you’re the one who started it first, right?
- puro sorry, pero hindi naman tumitigil, parang gago. bahala ka na. tanga mo— -> full of sorries, but you won’t even stop, you’re like an asshole. suit yourself, you’re so stupid—
- ang gago mo talaga -> you’re such an asshole
- bobo -> stupid/idiot
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x gn!reader#joseph quinn#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things imagine#fnhrlcllnwrites#eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡
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Now would be a really great time to tell me you love me too
Dean winchester x reader
“She’s there all the time I can’t think straight” the sentence echoed round your head for days, your best friend who you were in love with didn’t want to spend as much time with you and son of a bitch did that hurt. Days laughing between cases turned into silent, awkward road trips while relaxing movie nights turned into watching some sappy movie in your room alone. You ignored worried glances from the brothers and instead were lost in that deep dark hole in your head.
She walked into the living room after getting changed from a tiring case, both mentally and physically, hoping to lie down and watch something on tv. But as she rounded the corner she saw Dean just about to sit down on the couch and instead changed her direction, muttering swears under her breath and ignoring his determined look.
“You’ve been avoiding me” he left no room for objection walking into the kitchen, making her jump and turn around watching as he leant on the counter opposite arms crossed and eyes serious.
“No shit” Lex snorted rolling her eyes.
“Why?” He pressed brows furrowing, “tell me” he pushed.
“Dean just leave it, I’m tired-“ she tried to move past him but he blocked her path
“Well I’m tired of you ignoring me” he stood his ground.
“I heard you okay? You said I was always there and you can’t think straight” she slammed her mug on the counter.
“So you decided to ignore me? What is this, high school?” He asked bewildered.
“Have you just heard what I said or are you deaf now too?” She asked sarcastically, arms now crossed ready to defend herself.
“What do you want me to say?” Dean grew frustrated.
“The fucking truth? I’m not Sam, you don’t get to lie to me. What was I supposed to do? You said I was always there-“ she was interrupted.
“You are always there, fuck! You’re always there whenever I turn around or whenever I walk into a room it’s just you and those eyes staring at me, always there with some dad joke you tell, which by the way, you laugh at the most,”
“Dean I get it that’s why I backed off, for the record being around you isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. You’re always one step behind me, you’re always protecting me or trying to find some reason I can’t go on a hunt with you guys when I’m just as trained as you are-“ he reached forward and covered her mouth with his hand then both stumbling slightly against the kitchen counter.
“You didn’t let me finish…” the air around them changed and both of them could feel it. “…You don’t get it. I try to sleep and all I dream about is you, I eat and all I think about is what you taste like, I can’t even concentrate on a hunt properly because I’m worrying about your safety. I can’t think straight because you occupy every thought in my mind, I didn’t know why at first and my god did it piss me off but then I realised it’s because I love you. I, Dean Winchester am in love with you. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanna hear and we can go back to normal but please don’t avoid me again because I can’t take it” he finished quieter than before, his heart racing the same as hers at the vulnerability.
“You love me?” She whispered only for his ears and he could’ve groaned at the undertone to her voice.
“I’m afraid so” he smiled slightly eyes focused on her wild eyes and pink, his own green ones darkening slightly as she wet them with her tongue.
“Now would be a really great time to tell me you love me too” he breathed moving impossibly closer to her.
She went on her tippy toes and brushed her lips against his ear.
“Or I could show you”
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