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#also I am gonna be finally getting around to a lot of older asks that have been in my inbox for a while so. if I answer an ask you don’t
ask-glorious-guild · 2 years
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The Zigzagoon zigzags around the room, pointing out books and plushies tucked away in corners.
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“I like the natural light a bit more than torch light so it’s really nice!! Plus there’s a nifty cover if I want to close it.”
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[Gloria and Lint have moved to Lint’s room and are open for asks again!]
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von-karmas-a-bitch · 5 months
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you’ve got this!!
girl help i have no context ghskfhskbf thanks for whatever it is you're trying to pep talk me abt
#if i had to guess it's probably abt me rambling in the tags abt how i've been stuck in a mental illness tar pit#that caused me to run out of meds and subsequently get worse and ghost my found family grandparents for like 5 months fhsjhfjsgf#i am indeed on the verge of breaking my failgirl streak so i do got this you're right anon#the plan is to go to the farm and apologise for my disappearing act tomorrow around noon#since i feel like i can finally start volunteering consistently now bc im this close 👌 to getting back on top of shit#i actually did so much today im proud of myself#deep cleaned the degus' cages and gave them fresh bedding and they are very happy now bc making their nests is like their fave activity#especially sam he would honestly rather you give him a piece of toilet paper than a treat one man's trash truly is another man's treasure#and i took my laundry down (will put it away after I've done the other stuff i need to do) and hung my sister's up for her#(she batch cooked a bunch of meals for us and also does the bulk of housework as well as work work bc my ass is unemployed so like#it's older sibling reparations yknow. i gotta do stuff for her sometimes to lighten the load a bit lmao)#and i helped her take the bins out#and bc i have been living in my pajamas for an embarrassingly long while i have no more laundry to do aside from my bedsheets#which i am just abt to change#and THEN im gonna put my laundry away and answer that other ask#then im gonna be all caught up on Stuff I Need To Do and then volunteering at the farm will be the only thing i have to do#which will thus make it doable bc it won't make me too exhausted to do other stuff bc there is no other stuff to do#and then i will resume the usual thing where i don't go in on weekends and get the other stuff done then#i will of course inevitably burn out again but such is life when you have mental illness up the wazoo#honestly if the doctors were open on weekends that would solve a lot of my problems bc i keep forgetting to order my meds#and then i remember on the weekend but then they're closed and im like ok on monday then#and then by the time monday rolls around i forget rinse and repeat#im on the verge of running out again but fuck it we ball#i will figure this out somehow#im on top of literally everything else at least so. here's to hoping i can make it in on monday#apologies to my sister in advance for the 5 million alarms i must set but i am a very heavy sleeper#asks
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1800grvy · 2 years
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kashmir (eddie munson x f!cheerleader!reader)
this was a requested fic and i am so sick in the head obsessed with this concept!!! i speedwrote this in like three days bc i was so excited about it. also i listened to a lot of kickass oldies rock while writing this, including kashmir by led zepplin so i highly recommend to listen while reading! anyways enjoy :)
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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
word count: 6k (oops)
warnings: swearing, mentions of weed/smoking, SMUT!, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), eddie is being eddie, pet names, hate fuck? kind of?, this is porn with a plot you have been warned
summary: Y/N knows one thing. That she will hate Eddie Munson for the rest of her miserable life. Until her best friend Chrissy forces her to accompany her on a drug deal.
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You started your day off with a healthy helping of Jason’s bullshit. No matter how much you loved Chrissy (and you really did), you couldn’t resist getting into heated…debates with the star basketball player. Today’s topic: abortion.
“I can’t believe you’re in favor of killing babies!” Jason exclaimed as he shoved past some poor freshman in the hallway of Hawkins High. Chrissy snorted under her breath as you rolled your eyes.
“For the last time, you unbelievably thick meathead, I don’t want to kill babies, I just want women to be able to have control over their own bodies!” You countered, waving your hands to get your point across.
Chrissy finally shoved her way in between the two of you, wrapping her arm around her boyfriend’s. “Okay, that’s enough for today. We need to get to practice, and so do you.” She said to Jason, before giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. You fake-gagged at their affection and folded your arms across your chest, which was emblazoned with the Hawkins logo of your cheer uniform.
Don’t get it twisted, you were not the type of girl to be a typical cheerleader. But after years of gymnastics training and endless begging from Chrissy, you had given in, but only for senior year. You figured it looked good on college applications, on top of all your other straight-A classes. And plus, the outfit was killer.
After cheer practice, Chrissy pulled you to the side of the bleachers. You let out a yelp and nearly dropped your water bottle at her actions. “Jesus, Chris!”
Chrissy has a nervous look in her eyes. “Okay, I’m only telling you this because I have no one else to go to and you’re the only one I would trust with this kind of thing.” She began, eyes shifting around to make sure no one was listening.
“O-kay?” You agreed, suspicious at her behavior. “What’s wrong? You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“God, no!”
“Oh, thank god. I’m not ready to be an aunt.”
Chrissy sighed in exasperation. “Y/N, I’m trying to be serious!” You straightened your spine, to show that you were at attention and listening. “Do you know anybody who could, like…sell me drugs?”
            Honestly, that was not at all what your were expecting. Straight as a rod Chrissy Cunningham wanted drugs? “Whoa, what has gotten into you?” You teased with a grin, poking her side. She gave an uncomfortable grimace and batted your hand away. “Am I finally corrupting you?”
            Chrissy sighed and responded, “To be honest, I’ve been really stressed lately and I heard that smoking could help with that.” You could almost laugh. The amount of times you nearly begged Chrissy to take a hit and just relax a little when the two of you would sit in your backyard on Friday nights was uncountable. “So, do you know anyone?”
            You racked your brain, running through the degenerate crowd at Hawkins. Blowy Bob? No, hence the name, he required a special kind of payment. You could maybe ask you older brother, but he was usually a dick (with a capital D) about sharing his weed. And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pack of freshman and few other guys exiting the school from across the field. Your eyes landed on the eldest of the bunch, and you groaned as you watched him get into his van. “Ugh. I know someone, but you’re not gonna like it.”
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“Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?” You asked your best friend, as you both sat in her car. You were parked by the outskirts of the schoolyard, near the expanse of woods that seemed never-ending. “I’m serious, I have my pepper spray in my pocket right now!”
            “Jeez, Y/N, you don’t need that!” Chrissy said with a bright laugh. “Besides, Eddie’s a nice enough guy. I don’t know what you have against him.”
            You huffed. “I don’t have anything against him, he’s just probably the worst person I’ve ever met and maybe I’ve fantasized about pepper-spraying him.” Deadpanning, you unbuckled your seatbelt and began to get out of Chrissy’s car.
            Seriously, you couldn’t stand Eddie Munson. You thought his intolerable swagger was all a sham to cover up that he was just another loser who’d never see life outside of Hawkins. Besides, he had launched a hostile takeover of your Dungeons and Dragons club three years ago, and you weren’t one to forgive and forget.
            You and Chrissy trekked a few hundred feet deeper into the woods, becoming more and more isolated from the safety of the football field. Chrissy came to a halt in front of a seemingly-random picnic table in the middle of a clearing. “Alright, this must be it. He should be here, it’s not like we’re late or anything.” She said, nervously chewing the inside of her cheek. Chrissy was sporting a cream-colored zip-up sweatshirt, assumingly Jason’s, while you had opted for a dark-washed, oversized denim jacket over your uniform.
“Boo!”
Your hand gripped tightly around your pepper spray container as you whipped it out of your pocket, finger on the trigger, centimeters close to releasing it on whoever the attacker was.
            You then heard a grating laughter from a brunet mullet and you sighed in both relief and irritation. “Y’know, I don’t think jump-scaring two teenage girls in the woods was one of your best ideas, Munson.” You drawled, finally putting your weapon back in your pocket. Chrissy looked visibly shaken as well, considering she had her own doubts about this deal.
            With a snicker, Eddie replied, “My apologies, sugar. I couldn’t help myself. I love seeing you jump.” He winked your way and your eyes instantly went rolling. You and Eddie had a very interesting relationship, if it was to be called one at all. Eddie endlessly got on your nerves by flirting with you, and you returned the favor by hating him with every inch of your soul. “Chrissy Cunningham, head cheerleader, asking little old me to do a drug deal with her? Gotta say, not on my bingo card for this year.” He said before placing his metal lockbox on the picnic table. You swung one leg over the bench, sitting down across from him and next to Chrissy.
            “I just want to try it, that’s it. None of the hard stuff.” Chrissy clarified, her confirmation necklace glimmering in the sunlight. You could almost snort at the irony.
            “That means none of your laced sativa shit, Munson. I’m serious, if you try to pull anything funny, the only thing the police will be able to use to identify your body will be the bag of hair sitting on your corpse after I skin you.” You said, eyes digging into his brown ones, eyes that just looked back in amusement into your own.
            “Oh, Y/N, do you really think so low of me? I’m hurt!” He put a dramatic hand over his chest, which drew your attention to the shirt he was wearing. A brand-new, black and white ringer tee with the Hellfire Club’s logo on it. “Oh, you like? Got the new designs in just this week.” He smirked at the sight of your rage. That was your idea for the club logo and your idea for the club name, Eddie had just gone and called it his own. It made you see red.
            “Listen here, the son of a bi-“
            “Y/N! Calm down!”  Chrissy stopped you from hurtling yourself over the table at him. “Eddie, we’re really just here for a little bit of weed, if you’d be so kind to sell us some.” She batted her eyelashes and gave him her prettiest cheerleader smile. Eddie was a man, so, of course it worked on him.
            “You know what, just for you, Chrissy, I’ll give you a half an ounce for $15. Pretty girl discount.” Eddie said with a grin that showed off his canine-esque teeth. You scoffed and crossed your arms. Chrissy kicked your foot under the table as you continued to bore your eyes into Eddie’s.
            “That’s very sweet of you, Eddie, thanks.” Chrissy flashed another smile and handed him the money. “I’m sorry for how Y/N is acting, sometimes she forgets that she has to play nice.”
            “Oh, I completely understand. If my life was anything like Y/N’s, I’d also be a raging bitch.”
            This time you really did lunge across the table at Eddie, but he was too quick for you. He fell backwards off of the bench, rolling through the leaves. You stood up and quickly made your way over to his sitting form. He was picking dead leaves out of his hair as you grabbed him by the collar.
            “Alright, Munson. If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. I might be a bitch but at least I’ll go to college.” Your eyes were locked into each other’s as you berated him. “And Chrissy doesn’t need your shitty weed, there are plenty of other dealers in Hawkins.” Eddie let a slow smile creep across his face and you started to blush as you realized how close your faces were. You released his shirt and turned around to face your best friend, who was shocked at how quickly you were to anger. “C’mon, Chrissy, let’s get out of here.” You muttered before walking back to the car without waiting for an answer. You heard Chrissy spew some sort of apology to Eddie, but she quickly ran to catch up with you.
            “Hey, Y/N, what the hell was that?” She said to you before unlocking the car. “We didn’t even get the weed!”
            “We don’t need him to get weed. Besides, he’s a dickwad.” You grumbled, buckling into Chrissy’s car before she started the engine. “I’d rather shove an icepick down my throat before spending another minute with him.”
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            Ironically enough, you had no idea that you were soon to eat your words. Chrissy had stayed home sick from school the next day, which meant that you had to walk home from cheer practice. And of course, it was raining when you left the gymnasium. Damn Indiana weather.
            With a huff, you took shelter underneath an overhang and tried to muster up the strength to walk to 0.7 miles back to your house in the pouring rain. You were about to cut your losses and consider staying at the school until it stopped raining, but a blue van skidded up to the curb where you were standing. With your arms crossed, you strode up to the passenger window, your cheer uniform getting significantly wetter now that you had stepped into the rain.
            “You look like a drowned rat.” The gravel of Eddie Munson’s voice rang from the van, over the noise of Black Sabbath blaring from the radio.
            “Ever the gentleman, Munson.” You huffed, crossing your arms tighter as you felt his eyes rake over your figure, lingering on your bare legs and your chest. An awkward silent moment fell over the two of you before you both tried to speak at the same time.
            “Do you-“
“I wanted to-“
“You go first.”
“Chrissy said I should apologize for what I said yesterday. So, I’m sorry, I guess.” You uncomfortably shifted from foot to foot as you looked anywhere but at his face. The cupholder, the trash on the floor, the casettes on the console. “You were only trying to do something nice for her, and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“Wow,” Eddie mused. You could feel yourself becoming less and less sorry as he continued. “I never thought I’d hear that from you.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I’m sorry too. You’re not a bitch, at least most of the time. And I’m sorry about the whole Hellfire stuff too.” Your eyes darted up at the mention of your lost club and your mouth went dry, almost speechless. “If you want, we’re starting a new campaign next Friday if you want to come watch…or something, you totally don’t have to, I know you hate me.” Eddie rambled on, but you were shellshocked. Never in your life did you think you would get an apology from Eddie Munson for what he did three years ago, and an invitation on top of that? It's like the world was ending.
            “Uh, thanks. I might take you up on that.” The smallest of smiles broke on your face, suddenly feeling very shy. You had no idea how to be nice to Eddie, all you’ve ever known were cheap insults and name-calling. You brushed some now-soaked hair out of your face and said, “Um, what did you want to say to me?” You almost stuttered over your words. When just a few moments ago you were unable to look him in the face, you were now addicted to examining his features. His eyes were so round and brown and deep, eyelashes soft and fluttering every time he blinked. He had the miniscule showings of facial hair on his upper lip, but was mostly clean shaven. Your eyes dragged over his sharp jaw, his chin, his lips.
            “Oh, I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride.” Eddie broke you out of your trance. You almost scoffed at the offer. “Since it’s raining and all…” He trailed off, clearly not knowing how to navigate the conversation without your usual banter.
            You looked around you, pretending to be looking for any other car in the empty parking lot before sighing. “Yeah, alright. Beats getting hypothermia.” You swung the door open and climbed in.
            Eddie’s van smelled and looked exactly what you thought it would look like. Stale beer, faint weed, and hints of something woodsy tickled your nose. You tried to forget that you were seated in the car of Eddie Munson, your sworn enemy since freshman year. You adjusted your skirt as Eddie put it into drive and peeled out of the school parking lot.
            “So, uh, when’d you decide to sell your soul to the dark side?” Eddie asked, looking out at the road, eyes avoiding you and your bare legs, that were sitting in his car, in his passenger seat.
            “What do you mean?”
            “You know, the whole uniforms and pep rallies and shit. Doesn’t really seem like you.”
            “What, and you know so much about me, Munson?” You snorted back, eyebrows furrowed at his statement.
            “Well, I used to.” His eyes met yours finally before you bit your lip and looked away guiltily.
            “Yeah, back in middle school. Before you stole my party. Before you were an asshole.” Your arms were crossed again and you were wishing you were anywhere but here. Yes, you and Eddie had been somewhat of friends in middle school. In fact, you were the one who introduced him to Dungeons and Dragons. He was the first ever crush you had, which made you cringe, thinking back on it. Your eleven-year-old self was so obsessed with Eddie that sometimes you thought it was good that he betrayed you. Otherwise, you could have turned out to be a far more annoying person.
            Eddie took a long pause this time, and you almost squirmed at his silence. When he finally spoke, he said, “Do you really think I’m an asshole?” His tone caught you off-guard, so genuine and soft, almost nervous.
            Your face morphed into a sour one as you looked down at your lap. Yeah, you were harsh on Eddie in the past. You’ve said some not-so-nice things about him, and he deserved it. But did you actually think he was a bad person? “No,” you almost whispered, “I don’t.”
            Caught in the moment, you didn’t even realize that he was pulling into your driveway. You hadn’t even given him any directions to your house. “You still live here, right?” He said after parking and clearing his throat awkwardly. “I vaguely remember some birthday party here.”
            You actually smiled at the memory. Your twelfth birthday party had been one of the best. You had invited your whole friend group, including Eddie, over to play a special side quest of D&D and to camp out in your backyard. You still remember the excitement you felt when you had unwrapped Eddie’s gift to you, a mixtape of all his favorite songs. Somewhere, buried under all of your other tapes and records, you knew you could still find that mixtape with a little digging.
            “Thanks for the ride, Munson.” You shot him a smile, which he returned, and you slipped out of the car before you could get frozen looking at his eyes again.
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            This was, no question, one of your worst ideas, maybe ever. Seriously, if Chrissy were here, you’d be getting a full-blown lecture. It was 11:30pm on a school night, and here you were, standing outside of Eddie Munson’s trailer door, fist raised to knock.
            How did you get here? One moment, you were tossing and turning in your bed at home, wrought with thoughts of Eddie and his eyes, the way he looked at you. You were overcome with memories from your old friendship, and some nostalgic part of you missed the companionship. Hell, Eddie had even invited you to play with the club, so he must miss you too! Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you jumped on your bike and furiously pedaled over to the trailer park. You had barely noticed that you were in a thin crewneck and pajama shorts, clearly not prepped for a late-night visit to your ex-best-friend-turned-enemy. You were going to make things right with Eddie, once and for all.
            Breathing out shakily, you raptly knocked on the door three times. No going back now, you thought. When Eddie opened the door, you could almost feel your heart begin pounding out of your chest.
            He was a sight for sore eyes. His hair a mess on top of his head, he was wearing a grey shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his tattooed arms. You wasted no time in ogling his arms freely, before his voice brought you out of it.
            “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He looked confused and a little bit sleepy. A small twinge of guilt ran through you as you just now considered that maybe Eddie was trying to sleep at this time of night.
            “I need to talk to you.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as he moved aside to let you in.
            You had never actually been inside Eddie’s trailer; the two of you would only ever hang out by the picnic tables outside the trailer. You assumed it was because Eddie was embarrassed of his living situation, considering you were fairly wealthy compared to him and his uncle.
            He closed the door behind you. He rubbed his eyes, and once again, you felt bad for waking him up. “Do you want anything to drink? Water, beer, uhh…” he trailed off to go look in the fridge, “Orange juice?”
            You gave him a shy smile and replied, “Tempting, but no thanks.” You took a moment to take in the sight of his trailer. It essentially looked like just Eddie lived here, as evidence of his personality covered the walls, the floor, and every surface. Sheet music with scribbled lyrics sat on the coffee table next to an empty beer bottle. “Do you still play?” You asked, motioning your head to the sheet music.
            Eddie, for a split second, almost looked like he was blushing as he answered, “Yeah, actually. Me and some buddies have a band that plays at The Hideout sometimes.” He gave a tiny grin as he went over to neaten up the music.
            “Really? That’s…kind of awesome.”
            “Why are you being so nice to me? What are you doing here?” Eddie finally said, straightening up to his full height to be a respectable few inches taller than you. You gulped as you looked back at him.
            “I want to try again. To be friends.” You searched his eyes for any sort of reaction, and when you saw none, you kept trying. “As much as I despise you and how much you push my buttons, I kind of miss having you around.” With a shrug, you were pouring your heart out to this guy that you had sworn to hate for the rest of your life.
            To your surprise, Eddie laughed. Not cruelly, but a genuine chuckle. “I knew it, Y/L/N. I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for long. Although, I don’t blame you for taking a little hiatus from me for some of those awkward years. They were quite rough for a pubescent Eddie Munson.” He spoke, a glimmer in his eye as he led you to sit down on the sagging couch.
            “Oh really?” You giggled. “Please, enlighten me. What did I miss?” You crossed one leg over the other, sitting a normal distance away from Eddie on the couch. Not at all thinking about how you wanted to be sitting closer to him. Eddie shifted, and you would never admit it out loud, but you couldn’t help but stare at his jean-clad thighs when he clenched them to get comfortable.
            “Honestly, just take eighth grade Eddie and make him ten times hornier and angrier.” He said, and you laughed.
            “Wow,” you nodded in amusement. “I remember eighth grade Eddie being already pretty horny and angry. Can only imagine what it could’ve been like.” You said in a teasing tone.
            Eddie sighed with a smile and ran hand over the top of his head. “Yeah, you’re right.” He took a quick glance over to you and took a chance. “Not to be weird, but you gave me my first boner.”
            You turned to him in appalled shock and a scoff that sounded more like an uncontrollable laugh. “No fucking way! Please tell me you’re kidding.”
            “Nope. I remember it perfectly well. We were at the community pool and I had never seen a girl in a bikini before. And you were just starting to grow tits too.”
            You slapped him on the arm and couldn’t help but exclaim in response, “Oh my god, you perv! I was like, 13!” Eddie shrugged and gave a sly grin before he kicked his feet up on the table and rested his hands behind his head. You decided to be candid, considering the situation. “Well, you were definitely my first real crush, so I guess we’re kind of even.”
            “Seriously?” Eddie looked a little too focused when he asked this.
            You flushed red and shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, you were cute and you were nice to me. What else was I supposed to do?” With a dying laugh, you realized that he was staring at his feet, caught in a trance. “Sorry, that was probably a weird thing to say.” You started to backtrack and turn away from him.
            He leapt forward to grab your hand, his cold rings stinging your warming skin. His eyes flickered between your two eyes and your lips before he took a large breath before saying, “Do you want to fuck?”
And that was how you ended up in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, on his stained mattress, on his pillow that smelled dank. That’s how you ended up in his lap, desperately grinding against him on his lap. That’s how you ended up with your hands tangled in his long hair, pulling and tugging with every kiss he left on your collarbone. The soft groans he let out as you tugged his hair went immediately to your core, which was already probably dripping in anticipation.
            “Fuck, Eddie.” You said softly, even though it came out as more of a breathless moan as he pulled off of your neck and his hands moved to the hem of your shirt. He quickly glanced to you for permission, and you nodded eagerly before you pulled his lips back onto yours. His lips felt like melted chocolate and the most addicting substance you’ve ever had.  With your shirt discarded and your lack of bra becoming obvious, Eddie was like a moth to a flame with your boobs. His hands were suddenly everywhere, all at once. One of them on your breast, the other squeezing the back of your thigh.
            His brown eyes bored into your own while he slowly lowered his head down to suck on your nipple. As his lips made contact, your head lolled back and a sharp gasp left your mouth. He nibbled and licked and squeezed and it was driving you crazy. You then put both hands on the sides of his face, tilting it up and meeting eyes again. “You’re wearing too much.”
            With a quick grin, Eddie’s shirt was off and forgotten about as you lightly shoved his torse to lay back on the bed. You clambered over him to straddle his hips before going to work on leaving your own marks on his neck. You took your time tracing every tattoo on his chest with your tongue, leaving red patches on his alabaster skin in your wake. You began to kiss down to his belt, swallowing when you ran a hand over his happy trail. “May I?”
            He nodded. You made quick work of his belt and jeans before you could palm his length under his boxers. He was hard, almost painfully so, and definitely bigger than you expected. When you pulled his boxers down his thighs, you couldn’t help your eyes widening slightly. Jesus, you were practically drooling over the thought of his cock in your mouth. You began putting small kisses on the tip, smearing the precum on your lips. Eddie let out a loud moan, and you had to stifle a giggle. “Wow, Munson. Didn’t peg you for a screamer.”
            “Ugh-fuck you, Y/L/N. We’ll see how well you can-“ He was cut off by a guttural groan erupting from his throat while you took his whole length into your mouth. You ran your tongue over the thick vein on the underside of his dick, and held it in as deep as a you could until your eyes started watering. You pulled off, replacing your mouth with your hand, pumping him at a steady pace while you caught your breath. “Shit, princess. Don’t wanna-I won’t last if you keep that up.” Eddie placed a hand underneath your chin to make you stand up. “You look great sucking my cock, but I think it’d look better inside of you.”
            You clenched around nothing at his words and nearly let out a moan as he flipped your positions. You were now on your back, tits bouncing as he settled himself above you. His fingers found his way to the waistband of your skimpy shorts and he slipped a hand into them. You grasped his shoulder with one hand as pressed his lips to yours again, his tongue slipping its way into your mouth as you moaned. His middle and index fingers pressed against your wet panties, where you needed him most. “Oh, you’re soaked, princess.” He rapidly shimmied your shorts and panties off before lowering himself to take a good look at your pussy.
            Feeling self-conscious, you tried to cover your exposed center by closing your legs, but Eddie would not have that. “Nuh-uh, need to see that pretty pussy, sweetheart.” The nicknames he was uttering made her heart flutter. You let him pry your legs open with his large hands, allowing him a full view of your dripping cunt. He dragged a ringed finger through your slit, spreading your wetness up to your clit and prodded a finger at your entrance. This time, you couldn’t hold back your whimpers as he worked you over his fingers.
            When Eddie began making small circles around your clit, you felt the hot coil in your stomach tighten, and even further when he pushed a finger into your wet entrance. “So wet, all for me.” Eddie mused, glancing up at you. You nodded, eyebrows pinched together in desperation. “What’s that? Wanna hear you say it, princess.”
            “Yes!” You said with a gasp. “Just for you, Eddie. Fuck, please!” Your voice pitched up and you nearly saw stars when you felt his velvet tongue swipe across your clit. “Just like that, Eds. Feels so good.” You mumbled, your hands once again pulling on his hair. You were beginning to think that Eddie was getting off on your desperation, as his hips rutted into the mattress as he continued to lap at your pussy. His eyes stayed glued to your face, a devilish grin on his lips as he rose up for air. Breathing hard, you sat up on your elbows and brushed a thumb over his chin, which was glistening with your juices. You couldn’t help but pull him in for another kiss just to get a taste of yourself on his tongue. “Will you fuck me already?” You said after pulling away with a teasing grin.
            Eddie scoffed before giving your thigh a squeeze. “As you wish, m’lady.” He rummaged around in his bedside drawer for a condom. You busied yourself with pressing kisses to the back of his shoulder while he looked. Once he found one, he quickly tore the foil off and rolled it onto his cock, giving it a few pumps. His chest was heaving as he leaned over you, one arm holding himself up and the other lining himself up at your entrance. “You good?”
            “Yes, Eddie, please, just fuck me.” You whined as he let out a dark chuckle before nudging your clit with the head of his dick. But as soon as he began pushing into you, you gasped at the sudden tightness of him inside of you. He was barely halfway in and you were trying to ignore the semi-painful burn in your thighs.
            “Shit, you’re so tight.” Eddie exhaled, pausing to give you time to adjust to his size. Then, in a fell swoop, he thrusted all the way into you, hitting deeper than anything you’ve ever felt. The both of you let out simultaneous groans and moans as the feeling of euphoria washed over you. The pain of Eddie’s cock stretching you out and filling you out was delicious, and you already knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. “Oh, you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” Eddie pulled out all the way, just to slam his hips into you again, nearly knocking the wind out of you. “So fucking tight. So wet.”
            Just hearing Eddie’s filthy words was enough to get you going, but once he started thrusting at a slow, yet powerful pace, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your nails scraped down his back as you held onto him for dear life. You knew you’d have dirty dreams about this for months to come. His dick dragged in and out of you, hitting all the right spots and making you feel all the right things. Eddie’s breathless grunts as he fucked into you let you know that he wasn’t going to last long either.
            You began thrusting your hips up to meet with his, your head thrown back in pleasure and his mouth close to your ear. Only the sound of heavy breaths and skin slapping filled the room, and it was lewd. “Shit, Eddie,” you hissed out in between groans, “I’m c-close.” Eddie took this as a signal to start drawing circles on your clit again, which drew another loud, low moan from deep in your throat. “Fuck, Eddie, your dick feels so good.” You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure as you began hurtling towards your orgasm.
            “Eyes on me, princess.” Eddie’s hand came up to grab your jaw to force you to look at him. “Wanna see you cum on my cock.” His words and his powerful thrusts sent you over the edge, pussy walls twitching and contracting around his cock as you came harder than you ever had. You tried to hold the eye contact as you came, but the blissful pleasure was so mind-numbing that you could barely form a coherent thought. Your moans just fell from your mouth as you came undone under Eddie’s cock.
            As you were coming down from your high, you could tell that Eddie was not far behind you. His thrusts became sloppy and jilted, as his breath quickened. He buried his dick deep inside you and released into the condom with a gravelly groan, dropping his forehead onto your own.
You heaved into each other’s mouths, exhaustion and contentment taking over your bodies. Eddie raised a hand and caressed your cheek with it, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling out of you. Your thighs protested angrily, feeling empty without him filling you up. You reached over the side of the bed, pulling on Eddie’s grey shirt he was wearing earlier as Eddie tossed the condom away and pulled on his boxers. He flopped back down onto his bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you. It felt weirdly intimate, but also weirdly instinctual to put your head on him chest and a leg draped across his as the two of you caught your breath.
            “Well, that was…something.” Eddie said, breaking the silence. You didn’t know quite how to respond. Until you let out a light laugh, which turned into a full-out giggle, which led to Eddie snorting as well. You ran a finger over the tattoo on his collarbone as your cheek pressed against his bare chest.
            “Did you, I don’t know…did you like it?” You asked shyly, too embarrassed to look at him for his response.
            “Are you kidding? That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had. Thirteen-year-old me was right when he popped a boner over those tits.” Eddie joked. You let out a noise of indignation when he laughed softly. “No, but seriously, I enjoyed it thoroughly. Did you?”
            You let a soft smile grow on your face as you sat up to look at him. “Yeah, I did. I might have to reevaluate my lifelong vendetta against you now that I know you can fuck good.” Eddie rolled his eyes as you beamed at him. There was something softer, much more gentle, about Eddie post-sex. He seemed to glow, his skin felt softer, his eyes more…loving? It made you confused but intoxicated by his aura. Everything felt easy around him, just like it used to and you didn’t feel like you had to put up this prickly exterior around him.
            “So, anyways, about the whole being friends again thing…”He began, picking at a spot on his headboard. “I’m not too sure about that.” You felt your heart drop as your smile left your face. You began to panic and feel embarrassment rise in you, but Eddie put a stop to that as he corrected himself. “Because I’m not sure I could handle just being your friend, I need to be more than that.”
            You let out a sigh of relief as you rested your head back on his chest, content and relaxed in the arms of your best friend and the first boy you ever loved. "Yeah, I can work with that.”
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axelsagewrites · 4 months
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Truth or Dare
Pairing: ivar x reader
Word count: 1101
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Warnings: ivar being insecure, drinking, brief mentions of sex, kissing
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Growing up with the Ragnarssons got you in a lot of well questionable situations but tonight was also one of them. Except at least no one wanted to kill anyone. Yet. The night is young after all. “I dare you to,” Ubbe began, drunkenly waving his cup at Sigurd, “to down that whole horn of mead in one,” he said as Sigurd rolled his eyes while Hvitserk, Ivar, and you cheered him on.
“Fine, fine,” he eventually gave in with a smile, drinking the alcohol he’d been avoiding all night in 10 seconds flat. “Now,” he said, eyes wandering the circle. You were all sat a few feet from the bustling hall where they were celebrating their return from the latest raid, but this was far more your style. Even as Sigurd pointed his finger at you, you smiled, “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you wondered which would get you in worse bother considering the four drunk men you considered your closest friends. “Truth,” your response was met with groans and even Ivar leaned over to whisper ‘coward’ in your ear.
“True or false,” he started, his eyes dancing in a way that made you nervous, “You and Leif,” he said, eyebrows raised making Ubbe and Hvitserk ooo at you, but Ivar stayed silent.
You rolled your eyes at Sigurd, “That wasn’t a question,”
“Please you know what I’m going to ask,”
“Whatever do you mean dear Sigurd?” you smiled, batting your lashes at him.
“You’ve fucked?” Hvitserk jumped in and the boys’ cackles almost covered up the low growl from Ivar but none of them seemed to notice.
You shot him a quick look before answering, “No,” you said and Ivar’s shoulders finally untensed.
“But you’ve kissed?” Ubbe said, making things worse instantly.
You rolled your eyes once more before taking a drink out of your flask, “No you only get one question. Now Ivar truth or dare?”
As you turned to face the blue-eyed boy you did your best not to stare too obviously at his face. You weren’t sure why or when your crush started on Ivar, but it was getting harder to ignore the older you both got. However, after a few beats of silence he finally spoke, “I do not wish to play anymore, I am tired. goodnight,”
All four of you watched after him as he dragged himself away however he wasn’t heading home. “What’s wrong with him?” Sigurd asked as Ivar disappeared into the forest tree line.
“I’m gonna go- “a staggering Ubbe said as he tried to stand but you quickly pushed him back down and stood.
“I’ll go,” you said, not even turning back to chastise their whoops and Woo’s.
It didn’t take long to find Ivar with his eyes closed and back against a tree. As you walked you tried to be quiet, but you heard a twig snap and Ivar sigh. You grimaced as you moved to sit down next to him though he still would not open his eyes. “What is the matter Ivar?”
“It’s nothing,”
“Please Ivar,” you said, sighing before deciding to try make him laugh, “You’re never this calm when your upset,” you joked but he only sighed once more.
Finally, though he opened his eyes, but he looked straight forward. He took a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke, “You never answered the question,”
“What question?”
“Ubbe’s question,” he said, his voice straining as you noticed him gripping his hand into a fist.
You paused for a moment before you realised, letting out a sigh of relief, “No Ivar. I haven’t kissed him. Is that what upset you?” he said nothing again, closing his eyes once more. “Ivar please what is wrong? Why does it bother you who I kiss?”
“It doesn't- I mean I- “he sighed, his breathing becoming heavier, “I just didn’t want to be the last one to have ever kissed someone. That’s it. okay?” he said, finally turning to look at you with a glare behind his eyes. Most would flinch under his gaze, but your face softened when you saw the hurt behind his eyes, “And I didn’t want to wait around for someone, even you, to ask me a stupid question like that,”
“Ivar- I wouldn’t have asked you that,” you said as his eyes fell to the floor, “I didn’t know you hadn’t kissed anyone either,”
“You- “Ivar paused, lifting his head, “You’re lying,”
“Am not!” you protested, “Why would I lie?”
“To make me look less stupid?”
You laughed at that, shoving his shoulder, “Where would the fun in that be? If anything, I’m more surprised you haven’t kissed someone,”
Ivar rolled his eyes, “Yeah right. Who would want to kiss me?” he said as he turned his gaze to you. his eyes knocked the wind out your lungs and for a moment you considered not saying anything.
“I would,” you finally said, your voice soft.
His eyes perked up at your words though, no longer able to take it back, “You would?” he asked, and you nodded gently. Another few moments of silence passed before he cleared his throat, “Perhaps it would be better for us to be each other’s first kiss. So, we can um learn what to do,” he said as his eyes fell once more to the floor.
“Perhaps,” you said, shuffling closer, “Ivar?” you said, your head instinctively leaning closer to his so that when he looked up his nose brushed yours, “Would you like to kiss me?” you asked, his breathing fanning your lips.
Ivar swallowed hard, his eyes darting to your lips, “Yes,” he eventually breathed out, “I would like that very much,”
He stayed frozen but slowly your lips dipped in till they brushed against his. Fuck it. you closed the gap, your eyes falling shut as you felt his lips against yours. the kiss was soft and gentle and lasted only a brief second before you pulled away, but you were still nose to nose.
“Ivar?” you tried to ask but his lips moved too quickly, capturing yours again but you were quick to catch up. Your hands moved to cover his, bringing them over to rest on your waist before yours moved to his shoulders which you could finally feel how muscular they’d become.
You kissed till you couldn’t breathe anymore and when you pulled away his lips tried to follow as you both gasped for air. “I think,” Ivar began to pant, “I like kissing you,”
“Good,” you grinned, your hand moving to cup his face, “Then lets never stop,”
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landovilla · 4 months
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read your mind.
༉‧₊˚ reader gets a certain reply to her story.
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pairing: charles leclerc x poc!reader
fc: aeri from aespa!!
trope:situation opps!
warnings: suggested smut but no smut happens. semi-love bombing?? toxic umm.. time skips a lot.
content: reader kind of falls too fast. charles being a dickhead idk. lando 😂😂 shh.. texts & insta post (just once). maybe bad gammer sorryyy. low caps !!!!!!
words: 1.3k ??
🎐 speaking!: hi this is my first post im kind of nervous... mo encourage me to start posting on tumblr!! also might make a part two if it gets attention 🤗 hope you enjoy!!
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she wasn't a fan of him, she never was at first. It was just an accident that he followed her nothing else. But it wasn't accident that he replied to her story right?
charles_leclerc replied to your story!
ynusername's story
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charles_leclerc
😍😍
ynusername
erm.. I think you replied on accident!
charles_leclerc
that was no accident sweetheart
ynusername
oh
charles_leclerc
you're very pretty
ynusername
tell me something I don't hear🤣 be original racer boy
charles_leclerc
haha racer boy?
ynusername
isn't that what you are lolol
charles_leclerc
I mean yeah?
ynusername
ok 👍
she didn't reply after that. she didn't felt the need to. yes, a famous man that hundreds of girls drooled over would kill to be in her position! but yn had heard questionable actions the man had gotten into. she thought he would get the damn hint by now but he didn't.
charles_leclerc
ouch delivered for 1 week :(?
ynusername
I'm a busy girl..
charles_leclerc
not even time for me?
ynusername
no who are you?
are you mark lee didn't think so
charles_leclerc
just wanna know the pretty girl
ynusername
you literally don't even know who I am
NO. How did you find my instagram?
charles_leclerc
lily follows u
ynusername
um ok but ??
charles_leclerc
she posted ur post once on her story and i just had to take my shot
ynusername
erm congrats! 🎊🍾
charles_leclerc
are you always a cold bitch
ynusername
and do u think every girl can just fall for you!! oh I'm so sorry !
charles_leclerc
I must admit ur funny
ynusername
I know I am☺️
yn wasn't going to keep texting him that's what she said. she was wrong, she found herself clicking the Instagram app opening his messages. she found herself texting him everyday, as the time passed soon or later they exchanged numbers. the more they talked, the more she found out about him.
she knew he was three years older but it was fine! he didn't seem to have bad intentions. she loved the way he would give her pet names or responding quickly. yn just felt like she could fall in love again after her ex situation.
the two soon or later began calling after two months of charles begging, she finally gave in. "so.. are you gonna say something or just be staring at the screen?" yn spoke softly looking into her camera. his grin widened, "you have a hot voice too-" she stared at her screen for awhile before replying, "ok I'm hanging up now-"
charles!!
hii pretty girl
yn 🤍
helloooo char:)
charles!!
cant wait to see you after all of these months
yn🤍
it's literally been what?
5 months talking 😃
charles!!
and? I promised you that confession in person didn't I?
yn🤍
shut ur mouth
charles!!
only if it's ur lips
he was the sweetest once they met, he wrapped an arm around her waist instantly. charles pecked her cheek and looked at her with a wide smile.
"hey"
she smiled back,
"hey"
they were happy for awhile, why wouldn't they? charles would take her on the most expensive dates yet. he would have her by his side no matter what the occasion. when it was race day, she was there even when he lost terribly. she would always be there for him.
but they weren't official, she never thought he would take this long to ask her to his official girlfriend. when she confronted about it to him, he always said the same thing.
"I do want you to be my girlfriend. It's just I want to plan it out perfectly just for you, my girl"
she should've never believed him. she should've started getting suspicious when he suddenly stopped asking her to go to his races occasionally. but she didn't question it, just brushing it off thinking he was just busy that's all.
yn
hi!!
charles!!
hey pretty, how are you?
yn
good gooddd
you've been lagging on me tbh😞
charles!!
Ik ik
it's just been busy lately
yk training and stuff
yn
yeah I know
I just miss talking to you
charles!!
you'll have me to yourself soon
:)
yn
right ☺️
yn just thought he was busy that's all. he's a celebrity and celebrities are always busy, right? it wasn't until a week later where he finally invited her to a dinner celebration with other f1 drivers. his hand resting on her lower back the majority of the time as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
"you should've not worn this dress. you look out of this world" he whispered in her ear before placing a peck on her cheek. she felt herself start forming a smile at his compliment. no matter how hard she tried not give him an reaction she always failed. the sweetness from him quickly ended when he left her alone in the table going to chat along with the other boys.
she was incredibly bored, one of her fingers tapping the table. she didn't know anyone in the celebration. the girlfriends of the other drivers were in their own world not even paying attention to her. yn was safe to say she felt excluded by everyone here. she would've been talking to lily but lily seemed to skip this dinner party this time.
20 minutes ended up passing by, she felt incredibly small at this point. she flinched slightly feeling someone tap her shoulder. her gaze shifted to the person next to her. he was smiling at her widely. "hey! did charles dumbass leave you here alone?" yn chuckled slightly. "I guess he got too caught up with the others" he hummed with her response.
"I'm lando" she hummed giving him a soft smile, "lando? alright im yn" he grinned this time showing off his pearly whites. "yn, what a pretty name for a pretty girl" she laughed shaking her head.
she placed her chin on her hand taking in his appearance, "I would compliment you back but I don't think I can" he leaned closer to her. "oh really? why? is charles your boyfriend now?" she was going to say yes but he wasn't her boyfriend. "well not yet. though I only have eyes on him" lando tilted his head and leaned back onto his chair. "if I was him I would've made you my girlfriend already by the third month" his words made her heart sting.
the ride back to the hotel was silent. when the two had step inside charles closed the door behind them leaning against the door. "didn't know you were all smiles with lando" yn sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. "what? he was just keeping me company" she frowned, why was he acting like this?
"stay away from him pretty, he just wants to steal you from me" he spoke softly as he walked in front of her. "you can do that for me right?" his hand brushed her strand of hairs away from her eyes. she was a weak women, "yeah I can" charles smiled satisfied he grip her chin up placing a kiss on her lips. he slowly pushed her down onto the bed. "so good to me, yeah?" he heavily breathed.
"god, let's get you out of this dress"
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yn felt stupid for waiting his notifications. she wonder what went wrong was it because she responded too quickly? she didn't know but she was tired. she was tired of his excuses for not asking her out officially. she was tired of him responding so late to her lately.
yn
what position you got her in😂😐
charles.
what..?
yn
oh now u reply lol
charles
yn, you know im busy.
yn
and im sick of you being so-called busy everyday.
charles
you know that's what I mean though. It's not my fault I have training and stuff.
yn
you know what charles, im tired of whatever we have going on. I don't wanna be just a stupid situation. Why won't you make me your girlfriend yet? it's been over 7 months of us talking, going on dates, literally fucking?? what else do you want from me?
charles
im sorry yn. it's just im scared my fans will hurt you they aren't used to me dating girls with black hair and yk?
yn
what the fuck.
im starting to think you don't actually like me
charles
I do I swear
yn
no you don't. you would've accepted me. sorry im not a blonde girl with blue eyes. have fun with your new bitch i can tell you've been texting someone new.
charles
wait yn please just listen to me
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he spammed her for almost a week but that quickly ended. she was heartbroken, who wouldn't be though? she hated the fact that he just was experimenting around with her. that same week he was spotted with a girl with blonde hair. it broke her, so she did what any girl would do after a situation.
she instantly went insane, crying to sad songs on blast. she clearly looked like a mess, it didn't help that after that her fall semester started. people stared at her like she was crazy. her hair was always in a messy hairstyle she didn't even bother wearing makeup or dressing up.
"you seriously need to get over him" her best friend said through the phone screen. yn looked at her with a frown, "i seriously cannot" the friend sighed shaking her head softly. "that's because you keep making it worse. I say dye your hair blonde and post just to show him you'll look good in any hair color" yn raised her eyebrows as she fixed the camera on the call.
"isn't that just making me seem desperate though?"
"well, if he texts you just ignore him. hey who knows maybe another driver will text you" she winked teasing.
"I don't think so... charles didn't let me talk to any of them" she sighed flopping down on her bed again.
"and? he isn't here now is he?"
ynusername posted!
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ynusername 🪩🍾
comments off
you have two new messages!
charles_leclerc
hey, I missed you, pretty girl.
landonorris
hey😁
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🎐: wowahhhh that was crazy 🤣😂(no it wasn't) I hope you enjoyed this short oneshot!! lmk if you want a part two fr😊
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reidsc0nverse · 9 months
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A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter One)
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Summary: Reader has her first day at the BAU in training to take JJ's place on maternity leave. She gets comfortable around the office with the help of her father Davis Rossi and the other members of the team, especially one specific genius.
Warnings: None
AN: This is my first real try at this idea that's been collecting dust in my brain, so far this chapter doesn't have a whole lot and it's mainly intro to the character but yeah. Also reader doesn't have Rossi's last name fyi and she's taking Jordans place in season 4 but they're not the same I promise.
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   Well, I knew the time was coming, just not so out of the blue.
   I was training under the Communications Liaison of the BAU today, Jennifer Jareau, due to the fact that she's leaving for maternity leave soon. 
  It was only a matter of time before my dad, him being THE David Rossi, pulled some strings to get me to that spot despite me barely finishing the academy. I mean, I rocked it, but they usually want someone of more...experience in a position as such.
But here I am, walking through the doors of the bullpen and Jennifer walking up to me with a friendly smile.
"Ah! Agent Y/L/N, glad to see you," she said cheerily, holding her hand out for me to shake it.
"You too" I say returning the gesture and trying to keep my composure and maintain the same cheeriness as her, but failing.
"Nervous?" She asks, seeing through me with ease but continuing to keep her friendliness and walking me to her office.
"No of course not" I say sarcastically with a playful smile on my face as we enter in the room filled with a vast amount of case files.
She motions for me to sit across from her at the desk and laughs softly, "Don't worry, after your first couple of cases it gets easier..ish." 
"I just hate the part of the job that involves dealing with the press" I admit, with the stuff I've heard from my dad I can understand the stigma around journalists and outside sources.
"Tell me about it, but you'll get the hang of it, it's usually just repeating yourself after a while." She replies and we continue to discuss more about the details of the job and what I'm gonna have to do in the next weeks. 
"Alright enough of this, everyone should be here by now. I'll introduce you to everyone." She says and we get up and out where three agents stand talking.
"Hey guys, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She'll be taking over for me while I'm on maternity leave." She says and I smile at the three that Jennifer has described to me.
I go to shake their hands, "You must be Agent Prentiss, Agent Morgan, and Dr. Reid." They all return smiles to me, "Agent Jareau has told me so much about you all."
"La mia bambina!" I hear a familiar voice say as I look over to see my dad, his arms stretched out and pulling me as he kisses my cheek. 
"Hi dad." I say sheepishly, my face burning as the agents in front of me furrow their eyebrows. 
"Dad?" Prentiss says and continues, "Does your last name come from wife number 2 or 3?" she jokes and Morgan laughs in response.
My dad waves them off and looks back to me, "Training start today?" I nod and he holds me with his arm over my shoulder. "Yeah if you can let me go I can finally start" I joke with him and he lifts his arm in response.
"Yeah Rossi, I'd like to get her started with that." Jennifer says playfully as I wave once again to the others when she brings me with her to look over a case before bringing it to the team.
"I may have forgotten to mention that part to them," She says, looking at the file in her hand. "Oh, what? That Rossi's my dad?" I ask, her nodding and I continue, "No worries, I don't think he's ever even brought up having a kid. One that he knows about at least. We haven't been that close in all honesty." I explain to her. It's really no big deal to me, he wasn't very present in my childhood but as I've gotten older, he's put in a lot of effort to be a part of my life even if it's a little late. Hence, my place at the BAU.
We spend the next hour going over cases and she guides me on how they decide where to go and whether or not the risk of more lives being lost is prominent. Once we settle on one she lets out a breath, "Alright let's take a break, I need to stop staring at all of this" she says motioning to the abundance of cases on the desk. I nod in agreement smiling and make my way to the break room for a cup of coffee.
"Agent Y/L/N, right?" I hear someone say as they walk in. I turn my head and see the tall stature of Dr. Reid.
"Yes, yeah. Hi." I say, waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing. He walks over and waits next to me with his empty mug. "But I don't really care about formal titles, you can just call me Y/N."
"Okay, Y/N. You can call me whatever, Spencer, Reid, I don't mind." He says gently and continues, "Rossi never mentioned he had a daughter. Let alone one coming onto the team."
"Temporarily" I remind him, but it's more to myself, "but I don't know how often he really wants to talk his personal life." I say lightheartedly and the coffee finally fills up my cup and I move over to let him use the machine.
Spencer shrugs and begins to make his own, "How long have you been in the FBI?"
At this I get nervous to respond, you can be as young as 23 to get into the FBI, but the BAU needs prior experience. But of course, my dad rushed the process some. "Well, uh, I kind of just finished the academy. I'm only 24 so there hasn't been much room for familiarity."
He looks at me with a slight surprise in his face, "Really? I mean if it makes you feel any better I started here as soon as I could. So in reality, you don't need all that much prior experience in the FBI to work here."
"Aren't you like, a genius though?" I laugh, Jennifer did tell me that about him.
He laughs and nods, "Well..you know what I mean. They make exceptions."
"Yeah, I suppose"
"Are you interested in profiling?"
"I only just recently figured that out." I laugh and explain further, "Psychology has always intrigued me and that's what I majored in, so once my dad figured that out he kinda shoved me into this field." I say, doing an exaggerated push motion absentmindedly.
He smiles and nods, "I think you should go for it, after this whole liaison thing of course, I wish you luck." He says and waves as he walks out. In that moment I can feel my face flush slightly, it wasn't that big of a deal but I guess I just wasn't expecting that sort of kindness on my first day.
I shake my head slightly and walk back to where Jennifer and I previously were.
She was already back on her side of the desk and reading a file, looking up she points at my cup, "Good thinking" she smiles and I take my seat again.
"I'd hate to think about how much coffee is drank in this building." I joke.
"Probably enough to supply a small country." she laughs and goes on, "Alright so I think you're pretty much all done for now, I don't think you'll be able to join us on the case but you can just get yourself used to the team if you want."
I nod and the day goes by with loads of 'how to's' around the office and in the perks of Jennifer's job. Sooner than later I get to go home and I get my stuff packed up and walk in the elevator.
The doors start to close but before it shuts completely, I see Spencer rush towards the elevator and I hold them open for him.
"Sorry- sorry." He says awkwardly as he gets in next to me. "How was your first day?"
"It was new. That's for sure. Just a whole lot of information on what I need to do." I say, fidgeting with my hair slightly.
"I'm not sure how much I can do, but if you need anything I know anyone on the team will help" He reassures me, and i smile back. "Thanks, really. I appreciate it."
"Of course." He smiles and the elevator opens up leading to the parking lot. "I'll see you later." He says and I smile back walking to my car.
I can feel the pink in my cheeks when I sit in the front seat and drive home.
I think I'm gonna like my time here.
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okay chapter two will be out sometime between today and next week I hope y'all like it so far ik it's not a lot but give it some patience lols
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Talk to Me
Chapter 4
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Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader Word Count: 5.1k CW: Angst, trauma, trust building, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), lies, curiosity Guess who is finally gonna talk to each otherrrr?
|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5 in Progress
As happy as you were to be back at the nice new hotel, with nice new rooms, and nice new… friends(?), that didn’t mean that there was still a lot that you were trying to get used to. A lot that still felt overwhelming.
You had gone to sleep that night feeling ready to take on getting to know the others in the hotel, even briefly said hi to a couple of them, Angel, Husk, Cherri, and Niffty. But the next morning you woke up in a panicked cold sweat, and the tightened feeling in your chest about being around sinners.
You stayed into your room for a couple days, only sneaking out to get food.
You spent much of that time moving between freaking out and trying to figure out what to do to help other sinners. You just wish you had someone to talk it out with.
As if to a sort of answer to your prayers, Charlie knocked on your door. You slowly opened the door before giving her a panicked hug. She held you close and stroked your hair.
“Charlie, I’m so sorry I have not left my room… I’ve been meaning… trying to… but… I’m still so overwhelmed… I know that no one here will cause me harm… but I can’t help but think…”
Charlie shushed you as she held you, “Hey, it’s ok. I’m not upset, don’t worry. I know that I am wanting to encourage you but also not push you too far… I’ve made that mistake before… what do you feel like you need from me?” You thought, you’d never been asked that before. You think you would usually be the one asking Emily that in the past.
“Well… talking helps…”
Charlie smiled and moved further into the room with you, closing the door, sat on your bed and patted next to her “Tell me what is on your mind.”
You went to go sit by her and sighed, “I… I don’t know… I guess the first thing is… other sinners scare me… I don’t know what to do.”
Charlie thought, “Well… other sinners can be scary, but they can also be nice too. You never know what it is that made someone come to hell. I’ve always had the thought that sinners might not always be bad people.”
You gave Charlie a confused look.
Charlie thought again, “Ok uhh… let’s take Angel Dust for example. He’s a porn star. Why do you think he became a porn star?”
You shrugged, “Because he was a pornstar on Earth?”
Charlie shook her head, “Not the case actually. What would you say if you knew he grew up on Earth in the Mafia, with no way to escape, and spent most of his energy protecting his little sister?”
“That’s… huh…well being in the Mafia is bad… but if he was trapped in it… and he was protecting his sister… then that’s good…”
“He also is protective of others here at the hotel,” Charlie added, “He is almost like an older brother to Niffty.”
You thought for a minute about this, “But… how did he end up here… as a porn star?”
Charlie shrugged, “Lots of people end up here and get pulled into the… errr rough culture of Hell. Somehow he found his way to Valentino, the Overlord of the Porn Industry, and they made a contract.”
“And the cycle continues all over again,” you realize.
“Exactly,” Charlie added.
“And he is back repeating the same mistakes, because that’s what he needed to do to survive on earth,” you perk up more.
“Yes,” Charlie adds with more excitement.
“And… if he is becoming more good at the hotel… or doing more good things… it’s because…”
“Because he has a community to help him learn that there is more outside of that place of survival. That he can have support that isn’t abusive. Support that is kind and helps him find what he wants without being evil.” Charlie added.
You felt like your brain exploded. People weren’t just bad to be bad, some people were bad because of the community around them. Your heart broke.
“Some people on earth…” you start to choke on some tears, looking at Charlie “Some people on earth… had no chance of being good in their lifetime, did they? Not because they didn’t want to, but because they did not know how? Because they were not in a life where they were able to be around good people? They were trying to be the best they could in a bad environment?”
Charlie nodded, “Exactly.”
Tears streamed down your face, his realization made you so sad and so angry. So it was not just that people chose to be good or bad? Was there a gray area in the middle?
Charlie rubbed your back as you cried. She was… surprised by your response. She would hoped it would click, but something about this made you so upset. Questioning things? She was intrigued at the thought that this was not something that was understood by all sinners, but she guessed that everyone was different in their understanding. Everyone on earth experienced such vastly different things, it was hard to consider any sort of “standard” to the human experience.
Your tears soon settled, and you continued to look onto the floor, “I want to understand more… I want to.. to hear people’s experiences more… see more of this in action. But how would I do that?”
Charlie thought, “You could… just offer people a space to talk! Like… just saying you will be there to listen? Maybe talk them through some ideas if they want that?”
You thought and nodded, “Ya… that might work, but how would I get people to want to talk to me?”
Charlie stood up and started to pace around the room as she thought, “Well… I could encourage it as part of the hotel curriculum. Maybe they can get out of other activities occasional if they talk with you. Ultimately, them talking to you would need to be for their benefit though. Not just for you learning… Hmm…” Charlie continued to pace.
“Well… I think I would have to promise not to share anything outside of that conversation with anyone,” you added.
“Right! Hmm… we might want to be careful with that though,” Charlie said, “I don’t want anyone to abuse that. Like say if someone told you about something where they want to harm someone else or the hotel? I think you wouldn’t be able to keep that secret.”
“Oh ya, good point,” that though made you a little nervous, but you had to be prepared for anything, “I would just have to tell people the rules at the beginning.”
“That sounds good.”
“Ok… I can work with that… I think I with want to brainstorm for a little while more before starting anything.”
“Totally!” Charlie perked, “It sounds like an amazing idea that we can run the idea past the others. But for this to work, it would help if you started to come out and interact with them some more, what do you say?” Charlie held out a hand.
You looked at her hand and smiled, you knew she was right. You took her hand and followed her downstairs.
You took the rest of the evening and the next few days getting to know Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, and Alastor more. Though Alastor didn’t share much about himself other than the general vibe that he was powerful and scary. But overall the others did not make you feel bad about needing some time to get used to Hell, many of them had died a long time ago but they all remembered it being hard, even though they all varied in how much they accepted their placement in Hell.
Several days later, Charlie brought up the idea of your “Talk Time” with the other members of the hotel, and they were given time to talk through their worries or concerns.
“How do you know you ain’t gonna move to conversation to what you want? How do you know you ain’t gonna judge us?” Angel asked.
“Hmm… everything in that room is about you and your story. I want to learn more and support you guys. And if you ever do feel that way, you can tell me. I’m not forcing anyone to be there, I’m there if you want to talk some someone,” you responded, “Anything you tell me, I’m gonna do everything I can to meet it with curiously, not judgement. I’m not gonna be perfect, but I wanna try.”
“How do you know you are actually going to keep our secrets? What stops you from just blabbing them to all of Hell?” Husk asked.
You thought about that, and you looked at Charlie and Vaggie. You knew there was a certain type of silence spell that was sometimes used in Heaven, mostly for people on themselves so that they would not accidental spill secrets. It’s a spell that Adam should have used when it came to the exterminations, but his pride got in the way and he didn’t. You were curious if either of them had magic like that.
“Do either of you have magic that can cause a sort of silencing spell? One that could force me to not be able to talk about certain things?”
Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other and thought. Alastor in the corner of the room gripped his cane, thinking of the magic threads that kept his own secrets locked away.
Vaggie thought of the same angelic seal that you had, she found it cruel though, but she understood the reason here. Part of her was curious about how you had thought of that so quickly, but now was not the time to dive into that.
“I do”, she said “It binds you to keeping secrets within specified parameters, like if it were to be like “You are are bound to keep the secrets of Charolette Morningstar, so long as keeping the secret would not cause harm to others.”” Or something.”
You nodded, that sounded right, “Can we try it so everyone can see?”
Vaggie nodded and began the spell, saying it the same thing she had said before, then she prompted Charlie to tell you a small secret. Charlie came up and in your ear whispered “I accidentally used Vaggie’s toothbrush one time before we were officially dating and I’ve never told her and I feel really bad about it.” You wanted to laugh because it was such an innocent secret, but your face remained neutral.
You turned to the group and attempted to say the secret but all that happened was your lips sealed shut and a red X marked over your mouth, silencing you for a moment before disappearing. You tried it again, and the red X appeared. You looked out to the group.
“Any further questions or concerns?” You ask the group.
“Will that happen for anything we tell you?” Niffty added.
Vaggie answered, “I can set it just so it happens involving information said when you are in her room, this will also incentivize you all to only talk to her about heavy stuff during times you meet with her, so that you aren’t just randomly coming up to her. Got it?”
The rest of the group nodded.
“How long will we have to talk to ya for?” Angel asked.
You shrugged, “As long as you like I guess, but I might have to cap it at some point. We will workshop it and see how it goes. I’m gonna start offering it a couple days a week and then I’ll increase time as I feel ready for it.”
That seemed to be the end of the questions for now. There was always room for more questions.
You started your open office hours the next day, your door was open and you were just hanging out in your room. No one came in for most of the day, but closer to the end of the day, Angel came walking in.
“Hey,” Angel said in the doorway.
“Hey! You wanna come chat?” You ask.
“Not really, but yes… but Husk said it might be a good idea, let’s get Vaggie going with that silence spell though,” Angel added. You called for Vaggie, she set the spell, and then you and Angel were alone to talk.
Angel sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. He sighed, “I talk ‘bout my shit all the time but I don’t know where ta even start ‘ere” he buries his face in his hands.
You thought a moment, “How about today? Is there something that is bothering you today? You said Husk told you to come up here.”
Angel sighed, “Alright, buckle in toots.” Angel started by telling you about his boss, Valentino, being an absolute monster to him. You asked some questions and Angel went back into the details of how he ended up on the end of Val’s chain. How he had arrived to Hell much like you did, scared and alone, although he figured some of his family was down here, but he didn’t want much to do with them. There was no hotel then, and all he knew was finding someone in power to protect him.
He got a job in Val’s company since he knew sex and acting were things he could do, and he quickly gained the favor of Val. But Val didn’t just like him, he was obsessed with him, Angel had to live with him and be on call basically 24/7 for shoots and for Val personally. Protection didn’t matter if it wasn’t protecting him from the biggest threat in his life, which had become Val himself. But he was trapped, he learned about the hotel and got set up over here. The hotel was the only remotely safe place he had now and he was thankful for that. He then went quiet.
“I understan-“ you started to say.
“No! No you don’t! No one does. Don’t hit me with that crap, I get it all the time,” Angel snarked as he crossed his arms.
You wanted to snap at him but you took a breath, remembering this isn’t about you, that’s probably his pain.
“You’re right,” you said. He looked up at you with surprise and confusion, “You’re totally right, I’m sorry, I don’t… I guess I mean… I see your pain, I hear your suffering… I see you Angel. You just wanna be safe.”
He stared at you a moment and nodded “Ya.”
“And you want to have people around you that will want to protect you?”
He nodded again, his arms going more slack, “Ya.”
“And if you took part in the battle with Heaven, I’m gonna guess you have found that here, and you wanna protect them, too. Right?”
He nods, fighting the tears that welled in his eyes, “Heh… I’m glad you got that silence spell, wouldn’t want everyone to know how mushy I am.”
You shrugged “I think many of them would appreciate it, but that is up to you.”
Angel smiled “So uhh… let me know when ya office is open again. Kay? This… didn’t completely suck.”
You smiled, and walked him to the door. Once he left you closed the door and sighed, that was a lot, but it was good. You didn’t have long before there was a knock on your door.
You opened the door to see a short young man with short slicked back blond hair, a sharp smile, and button up and a suit vest, there were red dots on his checks like Charlie, did she have a brother?
“Hiya! Haha, I apologize for the intrusion, I hope I didn’t startle you. I was in the neighbor and came to say hi to Charlie and she said you were taking times for people to come and just chat with you so I thought I would came say hi!”
“Oh! Well wonderful, and… you are?” You asked.
“I’m sorry, weird are my manners, I’m Lucifer!” he said sticking out a hand.
You were suddenly full of fear and took a step back, “Lucifer…” You felt yourself trip and start to fall backwards. You anticipate hitting the floor but you stop just short as Lucifer catches you, a worried look on his face. Time feels like it slows for a second as he holds you up and you look at each other. He quickly sets you down and takes a step back.
“I’m so sorry… I really didn’t mean to scare you… I promise I just wanted to come say hi. Connect the face to the name. (Y/fn), right? Charlie mentioned you. And I wanted to give you this!” He pulls out a simple rubber duck.
You were just looking him up and down, trying to make sense of the image in front of you, and then the rubber duck. This soft and small person was the terrifying Lucifer? Why did he have a rubber duck?
“Yes that’s me. Wait. You are Lucifer?” You asked.
Lucifer nodded, “The one and only!”
You blinked and thought more, “But… you’re not scary? Do you make yourself not look scary?”
Lucifer looked at himself and chuckled “No this is how I normally look, I actually have to try to make myself look scary.”
“So you can be scary?”
Lucifer shrugged, “Yes, but I don’t like to. I’m guessing they still draw me as big and muscular with horns and fire and all of that on Earth?”
You thought back to the few depictions you had seen of Lucifer around Heaven, each one a more terrifying depiction from the last, and you made a face. “You could say that, lots of goat and snake like monsters.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Eh. Of course. I can look like elements of that, but half the time I swear they are just drawing Satan and slapping my name on him. He’s like a big goat man, Sin or Wrath. He runs the Wrath ring downstairs.” He set down the rubber duck on the table next to the door. “Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for joining Charlie’s hotel. We weren’t sure we were going to get more after the extermination news. How did you find us?”
Damn you needed a good excuse, what was the one you had told Charlie the other day? You started to stand back up as you responded. “I uhh… heard something about it from the group of sinners that… beat me up. Not in a positive way but I thought I would check it out. I’m glad I did, Charlie has been so kind to me.”
Lucifer frowned, “I’m sorry to hear about your attack but I’m glad that you have found comfort with my daughter. She has such a gentle heart.” He smiled as he thought about his daughter.
You watched his eyes shine as he talked about her. Seriously, who was this guy? This gentle and kind person was the most hated being in all of creation? This was the man whose name was akin to a cursed word in the heavens. The longer you were here, the less sense things were making, and the more angry it made you.
Lucifer looked at you and noticed the grimace on your face, “Uhh… everything ok?”
You snapped back to the present and realized how twisted in frustration your face was. “Uhh… ya! I just… still have some pain I’m dealing with. Nothing to worry about.”
Lucifer looked at the light wrap on your arm and opposing leg, no longer full casts but a little wrap, “May I take a look?”
You hesitated, and he sensed it. “I wouldn’t hurt you. Some angels just have healing powers, I just want to see if your bones settled the right way.”
You paused, and then offered your arm “No cuts please.”
Lucifer nodded, “No cuts.” He walked forward and took your forearm in both hands and closed his eyes, focusing in on your bones. He could sense that this one was healing correctly, but he let out some power and finished up the healing process.
You were so nervous to be this close to him, but something about his soft touch was so disarming. He was warm and gentle. The light startled you, but then a wave of relief came over your arm. His hands slipped away and you tried moving it. It was good as new! You beamed a smile looking at it.
Lucifer smiled seeing you ease up a little around him. “Want me to do your leg next?” You looked at him and nodded.
You sat on the bed, and he knelt down to take your lower leg in his hands, closing his eyes again. This time you looked more over his features as he turned into your injury, your curiosity over him was just eating at you. And even more so… they did he almost feel familiar?
“Hmm,” he hummed. “Were you walking on this injury?”
“Uhh… ya, why?” You responded. “Why? Is something wrong?”
He looked up at you, “The bones are not healing correctly in line, that is probably what is causing more pain here.”
“That’s not good… is there a way to fix it?”
“There is… but I would have to separate the bones again to be able to heal them back in the right place. You wouldn’t feel pain but it’s not pleasant. It will feel better after that though,” he said looking into your eyes.
You grabbed at your shoulder, remembering the break of your wing. You swallowed hard, could you trust the devil?
You nodded.
He nodded, set his hands in place, and prepared you, his magic beginning to glow again. Before you knew it, there was a quick pop and then a cooling sensation of healing again. You both exhaled and then smiled at each other.
You stood up and tested your leg, you could put your weight on it without pain again! You spun around and smiled.
Lucifer smiled again, warmth filling his heart as we felt like he was actually able to do something nice for you. Filling some sense of an unpaid debt of some kind.
“I’m glad you are feeling better, anything else? I noticed you grabbed your shoulder, I could-“
“No!” You stopped your dance and held your shoulder away. Lucifer pulled back with a look of worry on his face.
“I mean… I’m sorry, it’s nothing. An old injury from… my old life. Nothing something that is actually there. Just something I think of,” you looked over the worry and pain on his face. “Shit… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell…”
“No it’s ok, haha, I get it, old pains from a past life and all…” Lucifer thought off, thinking of the fall.
You looked over his face again, there was something so deep about his pain, it intrigued you. It was funny how little you had known about pain as a concept just a month ago, but now, your hunger for learning about it was unmatched. You couldn’t understand what made people actually good until you realized that also made them bad, and pain and suffering seems to be a big factor. Looking at the harbinger of pain and suffering himself, it made you so curious as to what started it all.
“Hey,” you said, Lucifer looked up at you. “My… my talk times are available for everyone at the hotel, so… that includes you. If you ever want to talk about things that have happened to you… my door is open. Just… maybe not today. My last appointment was uhh… a lot. With-“ you tried to say Angel’s name but your mouth sealed shut and a red X appeared over your mouth.
Lucifer was startled by the angelic red X that he remembers seeing on the elders sometimes in the past. After a moment the X disappeared
“Sorry, silence spell. I forgot I can’t even say the name of who I last talked to. Vaggie helped me set it up,” you rubbed your mouth, that feeling was not pleasant.
“Oh interesting, so you have parameters set to not share what people let you during the talk time?” Lucifer asked. You nodded. He thought and then smiled.
“Alright, I’ll come talk to you. I’ll see you in a few days then.” He gave you a wink and then wished you goodbye before teleporting downstairs to grab his hat and coat, and saying goodbye to the others before teleporting back home.
You sighed and flopped on your bed after Lucifer left. You had met the King of Hell and lived to tell the tale. He was so unlike anything you expected. You were still a little wary of him, but the way you didn’t sense a single bit of malice or trickery about him. Just… kindness and…sadness… lots of sadness… He felt so much like Charlie, but also… not.
You thought again to the look in his eyes, the gentle way he talked about healed you, especially your leg, he could have just snapped it and healed it, but he took the time to talk you through it. You actually thought to keep that in might when talking to people, you could probably approach conversations like that.
But beyond that, he, like his daughter, respected when you said no to him looking at your shoulder. He wasn’t just searching to make you “perfect” he wanted you to have a say in things. That felt so unusual, that was something you had very little of in Heaven.
Then there was the biggest part that bothered you. Why did he feel familiar? Vaggie you could understand, she could have been a face in the crowd of Heaven that you just didn’t pick up on and she slipped your memory in the years since she was kicked from the service of Heaven. But how could Lucifer feel familiar? He fell before you were created. Had you met at another point still?
You remembered the day you came into being, your eyes opening and Sera welcoming you, explaining your role, and being introduced to Emily.
Emily… your heart hurt to think of her, your closest… friend. Tears welled up in your eyes. How you missed her. You wished she was ok. You wondering if she thought of you. If she still suffered. Or if she had just forgotten you at this point and moved on.
You shook your head, no, Emily was not like that, she wouldn’t forget you after almost 10,000 years of friendship.
You sighed and rolled onto your side, your eyes caught sight of the rubber duck Lucifer had left. You smiled. What a curious thing, and what a curious man. You floated the duck over to you and looked at it as you laid there. You realized you never thanked him for the gift. How rude of you. You would have to remedy that next time you talked with him. You smiled at the thought as you drifted to sleep.
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Lucifer returned home and flopped on his bed again, a swirl of emotions mixed up in his stomach. On the one hand he was grateful for another pleasant visit to the hotel, and a chance to meet and interact with you. On the other… there were some things he just couldn’t wrap his head around.
On the more positive end, he was glad the you seemed like a kind sinner, which also confused him, because kind and sinner should not mix, but he also didn’t even know what the threshold was for people ending up here anyway. He knew from getting to know the other sinners at that hotel that some people just had a rough exterior, but you didn’t even seem to have that. Your biggest thing seemed to be that you were very afraid of him.
He had hoped that by the end of your conversation he had put you a little more at ease. He thought that maybe you had grown up in a cult or something, that would explain many of the behaviors. Growing up with an idea of a deity that should be feared above all else or else the “monstrous devil” would steal their soul.
Pfft. As if. He had better things to do than deal in the trading of mortal souls.
Anyways, ya that was probably the case. He was just glad that you were feeling better about your limbs and you offering some of your time to talk with him. He almost found it amusing to think about talking to a mortal about his problems. As if they could even comprehend it. But it would be nice to talk to some things outside of Charlie and his rubber ducks, although the ducks were great listeners.
The things that bothered him about his visit were… interesting. The more simple part was your reaction to him looking at your shoulder. He understood the idea of an old injury but… that reaction didn’t pan out with an old one, but a new one. A traumatizing one. You hadn’t been here for long, so what could have happened to have caused such a reaction? One that you didn’t want touched or healed if it was as fresh as your other injuries? Or was it even fresher? Had a rogue exorcist gotten to you? There was no way of telling. Maybe once he had built up more trust with her, he would have more of a chance to get that question answered.
Then there was the bigger reason for his discomfort, why did you feel familiar to him, and why did you feel off to him? He had only recently started interacting with sinners and you were new to Hell, so that couldn’t be it. Maybe he had seen you in the past when he had taken a trip to Earth before with… ugh, maybe? That also seemed like a stretch. Maybe you just reminded him from someone, that was probably it. Someone from a long time ago maybe?
Curse this depression brain fog, it made trying to remember anything impossible. What was your name again? (Y/fn)? That didn’t ring any bells, so you must have just reminded him of someone, it was gonna drive him crazy.
Oh well, for now that would just have to remain a mystery for another day.
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Head Over Heels (Law X TomBoyF!Reader) Part 2
Damn the first one did well, thank you so much you beautiful people! I am willing to do a part 3, if this goes on for too long tho I'm makin these two fuck I'm not sorry.
Law (not so hesitantly) agrees to hang out with Luffy and his (hot amazing beautiful sexy stunning) older sister, learning a lot about each other. And to be honest, he doesn't hate what he hears.
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The small quiet bar suddenly erupts with the sound of a young woman laughing, getting passing looks from the others in the bar just trying to get drink at like 2pm in the early afternoon.
(Y/n) almost falls over as she holds her stomach. "Oh God I'm in PAIN!". She cries, trying to catch her breath. "Hey! It was cool! Stop laughing!". Luffy snaps at her. She finally catches her breath, enough to hit the younger boy on the head. "Oh shut it you! You do dumb shit and get scolded". She tells him. She turns her gaze back to the older man, smiling at him. "Thanks again for keeping him out of too much trouble, I can't imagine it would be easy". She thanks, then turns back to Luffy. "Like come on Lu! You weren't this bad when we where kids". She adds.
Luffy pouts as he sets his chin on the table, chewing on the straw loosely hanging in his mouth. "I gotta crap". Luffy announces, getting up and walking off with the straw still in his mouth. (Y/n) sighs, fiddling with her nails as she watches him walk off. "I swear one day that idiot is gonna get himself killed". She mutters under her breath. "He'll be fine". She looks up, looking at the older man. "What?". She asks. "He'll be fine, you know that". Law repeats to her.
She chuckles to herself. "I know he will he's Luffy! It's just...I've already lost two brothers in my life, I don't want anything to happen to my baby brother". She states. "I mean, he's not my real brother we don't share blood. But the four of us shares sake, so we're all brothers. I love Luffy, I don't want him to end up like Ace or Sabo". She adds. "Sabo? Blonde and wears a top hat?". Law asks. She shifts her eyes around, feeling slightly uneasy. "Y-Yeah?". She asks.
Law smiles just the slightest, letting out a chuckle. "I guess Luffy didn't tell you, he's alive and well". He tells her. She sits up straight in her seat, wide eyed at the words that left his mouth. "Big brother...he's alive?...". She mutters out, tears running down her cheek. The two sit in a comfortable silence, Law feeling a warmth in his heart as he looks at her. Something about telling her that her older brother is alive and seeing the surprised but thrilled expression on her face.
"Hey! What did I mi-".
SMACK!
"OW! HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?". Luffy yelps, holding his aching head. "YOU FUCKER! YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME THAT SABO HAS BEEN ALIVE THIS ENTIRE TIME!?". She snaps, grabbing her brother by his shirt and shaking him. "Oh yeah! He's alive! Oh yeah he also told me to tell you hello". He explains. She smacks him on the head again. "I can't believe you! No letter, no transponder call, no nothing! Before I know it a month from now you're gonna be like 'oh by the way Ace is still alive too' you little shit". She snaps.
Luffy looks up at her with an angry pout. "I'm sorry okay!? I just forgot okay?". He tries to defend. A dark energy arises from his sister, a sinister dark expression that makes her look like she was the one that ate the flame flame fruit. "Luffy...I'm going to fucking kill you". She mutters out in a deep tone. A shiver goes down his spine, scurrying over to hide behind Law. "No no no don't think hiding behind a hot guy will protect you! Get here!". She snaps, marching over. "Aaaahhhh!". Luffy screams, running away with his sister in close pursuit. Law stares off into the distance with wide eyes, his face quickly heating up.
His gaze snaps to her figure, watching her as she runs and ruins the bar to try and get to her brother. 'She thinks I'm hot?'. He watches as (Y/n) dives onto Luffy, sitting on his back with one arm around his neck and the other pulling his legs backwards. Luffy coughs and smacks the floor, barely getting out a word. "I'm...sorry...please...can't...breath...". He coughs out, face going blue. Law chuckles as he watches the siblings. That little idiot captain really does have a lot of people in his life that care about him.
(Y/n) lets go of her baby brother, getting up and taking a seat back at the table. "I swear that motherfucker is gonna be the death of me". She groans, resting back in her chair. She looks over at him, smiling at him. "So, tell me about ya'self, hot stuff". She blatantly tells him, catching him off guard. She knew that he heard her call him hot, and by the blush on his face she knew he liked it. "You're the Surgeon of Death, are you and actual doctor or is it just a name?". She asks. He coughs, clearing his throat. He can practically hear the voices of his crewmates in his head. "She's hot! She's confident! She wants to fuck you! Don't fuck it up!".
"W-Well, I am an actual doctor. I'm also the doctor on my ship". He answers. "No shit! That's pretty cool, and good to know that you're an actual doctor and not some fraud". She hums, joking at the last part. "No no I'm actually a scam doctor who cut kidneys out in back alleys". He jokes. He imminently starts to sweat nervously, hoping that his joke was good. She laughs. Oh God thank fuck. "Oh God, don't take my kidneys! I need those!". She laughs. "Where'd you learn your doctoring? I doubt a pirate went to medical school". (Y/n) then asks. He hums. "I learnt everything I know from my old teacher when I was younger". He answers simply.
Normally he wouldn't be so open. But she's fire as hell, and he already feels comfortable enough to talk to her about almost anything. Almost. That might have to be a conversation topic for another time. "That's cute, what where they like?". She asks. Law smiles softly at the memories. "He was a gentle giant of a man". He answers. "Was?". She points out. "Was". He confirms. (Y/n) chuckles to herself. "I know what that's like". She giggles. She does, and he knows that's something that they have in common. A loved family member who was tragically taken away, a death that still lingers.
(Y/n) smiles, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I think I like you, you're on my good list". She states, a soft caring look in her eyes. Have you ever had your heart explode? Law knows what that feels like. He loves his woman. She reaches into her pocket, holding out a small little paper out to him. Law leans forward, taking the little paper from her. He sees it has her name written on it with a lip stick stain on it and a transponder snail number. "If you ever wanna find me". She tells him. "You're leaving?". He asks her. "Yeah, I should maybe head off". She tells him. "I have to go find someone".
She turns her head, seeing her little brother still passed out on the floor. "Take care of my baby brother for me, and if he ever needs his big sister you know how to find me". She asks of him. 'I will die to protect him to make you happy'. "No problem, I'll keep that in mind". He responds. She smiles brightly at him, showing him a smile that matches her brothers. "It's been really fun, see ya round". She tells him. "It has". He replies. With that, she gives him one last smile then walks out the bar.
Law smiles softly to himself, but it drops when he hears a groan and a stretched hand on the table. Luffy pulls himself up, taking a seat where his sister once sat. "Huh? Where'd (Y/n) go?". He asks the older man. "She left to go see Sabo". Law answers. "Oh, she's gonna be so happy". He says happily. "Luffy". Said young adult turns to the older man. "Yeah?". He asks. 'Can I marry your sister?'.
"...Nothing".
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hibiscusfairys · 7 months
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🐞 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 5 (hufflepuff fem reader)
♪ a lots gonna change : weyes blood
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
♡ warnings: angst
tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy @pinkynecktie
also to the last person who requested to be tagged, im so sorry but i cant seem to find your blog when i try to tag it :(
by the way a reference to the last chapter, i realised adrian pucey is two years older than harrys year, so for the sake of it not being weird just pretend he was a year older than us
You cried all night.
You didn’t know if whether you had swayed him, or distanced him from you even more. Each passing thought that involved him had only provoked your yearning tears. By the end of the long evening, your pillow was wet with the heartbreak and sadness you wept for him.
You were stupid enough to believe he was for you. The muggleborn girl and the pureblooded boy with a family full of blood supremacists which he was surely influenced from — yeah, right. What a foolish imagination you must have.
Dawn had rolled around, and your quiet sobs had eventually stopped and morphed into your sleep. The bright light of the sun shone through the fogged window, reflecting onto your hair. Your yellow duvet covers were spread everywhere, and the mascara you had worn from the ball before had stained your pillow like watery, black ink.
You rose up from your slumber, increasingly light headed from all the thinking you had been doing all night. It was time to finally get on with your life, and leave this all behind. Your feelings for him would have to disappear, soon enough.
Your ball dress was still on, and was crumpled from the action of tossing and turning restlessly in your bed.
A letter was positioned unknowingly on the windowsill. You noticed that the window door was open, the cold air hitting your face like a vent. You saw that a midnight feathered owl with amber eyes as bright as streetlights perched on the sill, looking at you with its pupils dilating.
Eagerly, you opened the letter, hoping it to be from your parents. They had only just figured out how to use the owl. But the envelope looked too classy, too posh even. Nothing like the basic white envelopes you’d usually see.
It had a certain family emblem on the black seal.
Ripping the top of the envelope, you lifted the mysterious letter from the pocket. You had almost instantly recognised the handwriting, as you had seen it in your potions class not too long ago. It was Malfoy’s.
The words were carefully carved with ink on the parchment, and ink smudges seemed to be far less of a problem for him to prevent than it was for you. Using a quill and proper ink was still something to get used to, even if it had been 4 years. You anxiously let your eyes scan the page, a lump forming in your hoarse throat from all the sobbing. To….
I apologise for my previous behaviour last night
I understand that I may have upset you. This is quite new to me actually. I’m too wrapped up in myself to recognise others problems, if I am being honest.
However, while I still stand by what I said about us not working out, I do want to create a compromise with you. And before you ask, I’ve dealt with Astoria. It was entirely difficult for me to tell her. And to be honest, I am feeling quite down. But I’m still so confused on where my heart is leading and I don’t want to lead her on either. She’s one of the only people I care about. Except for my family and some others which I won’t name.
If you are so desperate, it will have to be a hidden secret between us. If I ever eventually decide to let myself love you, while the guilt might weigh heavily on me, I am not afraid of it. It is quite dismaying knowing that you aren’t a pure-blood like I am, but I want to learn to be more tolerant at least. And I’ll try to be more open. But don’t let a word slip out. I’m sorry if I am asking much. I should really not ask you of anything, but I can’t help it. I’m still adjusting to this. I thought it would be so easy, love. But it’s not. Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. But I don’t want to label you as wrong. Rather — unexpected. My family will surely be disappointed, so it’s why I’m so hesitant. But it’s a risk I am willing to take for my heart to finally be at rest. It has been tugging on me for weeks.
Do answer me later. Moreover, maybe I can explain it to you better in person.
Draco Malfoy
You saw your tears melt onto the paper. Different emotions poured through you like a rainfall, you felt excited and happy, but also unnerved. It disappointed you that he couldn’t accept you in the first place.
You found out your quill and a pot of ink.
To Malfoy,
Thank you for your letter. I am glad that you’ve explained to me your feelings. Sometimes writing it down makes everything better.
But please, do accept me as I am. I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you won’t find comfort in. Plus, it would put me in danger too. I don’t know what your family is like, but I don’t want to entrust them just yet.
However, I do feel similarly. Maybe we could try it.
I’d be glad to keep it a secret for you.
From…
You finally signed your name in one swoop of your quill.
“Hopefully..” You say to yourself, handing the addressed envelope to the messenger owl.
thank you all so much for reading this fic, i appreciate all the support youve given me so much and im excited to write more future ones for you soon ♡
also im sorry if the ending seems quite rushed, i had no idea what to do and i didnt want to keep anyone waiting too long :( ill try to improve on this in the future and hopefully, not pressure myself too much with releasing chapters
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gadriezmannsgirl · 9 months
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Hello<3
Can u do something with Gavi, him dating a singer, whos older than him (3-4yrs)
I know, I took years to do this one😣😭 But I didn't had any inspiration for this one but I hope I did fulfil your expectations. Also... I combined two other requests with yours, hope you don't mind😌
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Me and You -P.G
Summary: You are a famous Spanish singer and he is a Spanish football player, both together are the star couple.
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"Hello, I'm Isabella"
"I'm Cristina"
"I'm Amanda"
"I'm Y/N"
"And we're Zodiaco" The four of you said at unison with smiles on your faces as Pablo could only focus on you
"¿Lo estás viendo de nuevo?" (Are you watching it again?) Pedri asks surprised making Balde's, Ansu's, Ferran's, Eric's and Torre's attention go to him as he blushed deeply
"Ya, ya" Pablo dismissed the comment
"Is he watching the new game video of his girlfriend?" He smiled proudly at that name call.
Finally after a long three months of him begging and of you denying because you were soon about to go to tour and initiating a relationship with distance wasn't the best option, but after more begging by Pablo's side and with reassurance for both sides of not letting the pretty thing you both had going on fall, you accepted being his girlfriend. You were finally his as he was yours.
That, not adding into the mix you were three years older than him, you were scared at first, it may not be much but you knew how people tended to break out a massive scandal over a small little and almost insignificative thing and you were also afraid of what could people say about it. But like I said before, Pablo dispersed all bad thoughts from your head.
You didn't care if they talked, they would always going to, no matter what; but it was yours and Pablo's relationship, not yours, Pablo's and the whole media's relationship. You learned that and whilst you were still secret to the world, all of your family and closest friends knew about you.
And while Pablo didn't liked being teased by his friends, he was now happy they were calling you his girlfriend... Because you finally were.
"Of course I am" He stated proudly "I miss her" He looked at you trying to dodge your best friend's Amanda's, nose-touching attempts
"Who would knew that the loved starboy Pablo Gavi was gonna be head over heels for Y/N Y/L/N?" Ansu jokes
"Cállate" (Shut up) Pablo said making the guys laugh
You were in the US for your leg of the tour of your second studio album "Comparación" but that also meant you had to do a lot of press tour and didn't have a lot of time to facetime with your four months boyfriend.
The one you incredibly and deeply missed by the way.
You sighed throwing yourself in the couch groaning
"I'm so tired!" You exclaimed closing your eyes
"So am I" Cristina threw herself on top of you as you groaned once more
"I'm dead"
"Who the hell will sing the high notes, now?" Amanda kept on the joke as the four of you laughed when Guillermo, your manager entered the hotel room
"Girls, good news" He exclaimed smiling but soon his smile fell with a frown looking at you and Cristina
"Keep going" She encouraged as if nothing. And it was normal for the four of you. Being together since the first year of high school you have gone through a lot together, you were basically like sisters
"I gotta get used to this" You laugh at his murmur
"What's up?" Isabella asks
"The two interviews you were supposed to do tomorrow are cancelled because one of the hosts is unaveliable and the other had a family problem, also the show of Wednesday was postponed, the scenario broke and I'm not putting you girls to dance and sing around the whole place like that" He shook his head "Which means you have five days off, we'll be here during them and then we'll head off to Los Angeles for the night two and three"
"Oh god, yes, we can rest the vocals" Amanda said
"And the body" Cristina says "I'm not over that fall of a week ago" You all laugh, your phone vibrates with a message notification of your boy and you quickly connect dots.
"Are we free?"
"What did I just say?"
"I meant it in the way that can I go to el Clásico tomorrow and come back on Thursday?" Guillermo nodded
"If you want to, yes. Thursday and before 7pm" You nod pushing Cristina off of you, you quickly grabbed your laptop and purchased the ticket.
It was a Clásico at Camp Nou and you knew how hard Pablo and the guys have been working to break their little bad luck of losing at home. Pablo was nervous and often spoke to you about it and what techniques they wanted to try out, you wanted so badly to be there, for them and for him mostly. He also wanted you there but understood your work and why you couldn't go.
But now, these news fell like a glove. You could surprise him and support him from the stands.
"All done?" He asked as you closed your laptop
"¡Hostias, que quiero ver a mi chico, tengo dos meses sin verlo!" (Fuck, I wanna see my boy, I have two months without him!) They laughed
"I can already imagine his face" Isabella laughed as you smiled lovestruck
"So can I"
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"Omg, look at his face" Fer, Pedro's brother was speaking to you as you laughed, it was starting El Clásico at Camp Nou and Pablo was already fouled, he had his lips in a big pout and his eyebrows furrowed deeper than always.
He was already pissing himself off and you knew that if he bottled himself up, he would at some point explode and a card (hopefully yellow) was going to be thrown at his way, even if it was better that he didn't got any.
"Although, I would pay everything I have to see his face whenever he realises you're here" You blush smiling.
People had come up to you and asked for a picture, the one you gave them to. Whenever you came to games, you always wore your Barca jersey but with your name and no number in the back. However, today you felt the need of wearing Pablo's jersey. And that you did.
You didn't cared about what anyone would say of your relationship. You only cared about what you and your boyfriend think.
The first half passed through and you were full of nervous. It was 0-0 with both teams having possibilities of winning, both of them giving their everything, fans were hyping their teams like crazy. Both teams came in after the break and the second half started.
This time, Madrid had fall asleep whilst Barcelona was thirsty over that win.
Eventually, Frenkie scored with an assist of Balde at minute 74' and the other goal came in ten minutes later by no other than your boyfriend, Pablo with an assist of Ansu.
You jumped out of your seat and hugged Fer like crazy, you were supposed to be taking care of your vocals but you didn't care, you could deal with it later, you yelled and cheered for your boy who kissed the crest over and over again, his signature celebration making you tear up from happiness.
When Pedri came up to him, hugged him and aparently told him something because after their hug Pablo's eyes racked over the whole stadium until they landed on you. He smiled jogging up towards where you were and he blew you a kiss before yelling a "¡Te quiero!"
You smiled back, blowing him a kiss too and yelled a "Y yo a tí" which had people around you "aw" a little making you blush.
At the end of the match, Pablo was ordered to give a little interview and whilst you were coming out of the seats, someone stopped you and asked you to give a little interview in which you nodded and accepted
After speaking a bit of your new album and the tipical things, the question you knew was coming finally came.
"Gavi te ha dedicado su gol, ¿Hay algo entre ustedes dos? ¿Algo que quieran decir?" (Gavi has dedicated his goal to you, is there something between you two? Anything you want to say?)
"Bueno, nada... Que él es mi chico estrella y estoy muy orgullosa y contenta de su increíble particpación esta noche. El equipo estuvo increíble y pues se merecen esta victoria. Muchas gracias, que tengan buenas noches" (Well, nothing... That he is my starboy and I am very proud and happy of his incredible participation tonight. The team was incredible and they deserve this win. Thank you very much, have a good night)
You smiled and left without saying anything else, you were looking for Gavi and when you finally did you heard something that made you smile and fall in love with him once again
"Gavi uno de los dos goleadores de esta noche, felicitaciones" (Gavi one of the two scorers tonight, congratulations)
"Thank you"
"Hemos visto algo un poco inusual, después de tú celebración has corrido hacia el área de los familiares, Y/N Y/L/N, cantante de Zodiaco, ha estado ahí y le has dedicado tú gol... ¿Algo que decir al respecto?" (We have seen something a bit unusual, after your celebration you have run towards the area of ​​the relatives, Y/N Y/L/N, singer of Zodiac, has been there and you have dedicated your goal... Anything to add?) You watched how he took a deep breath
"Ella es mi hermosa chica estrella, la quiero mucho, tenía varios meses sin poder verla ya que está de gira, me ha tomado mucho por sorpresa verla aquí hoy... No sabía que estaría aquí, solo supe que cuando la ví, tenía que dejarle saber que cada una y todas de mis jugadas, asistencias y goles son para ella, por que ella me inspira a ser mejor persona cada día. Tanto dentro como fuera del campo..." (She is my beautiful star girl, I love her very much, I had not been able to see her for several months since she is on tour, it has taken me a lot by surprise to see her here today... I didn't know she would be here today, I just knew when I saw her that I should've let her known every single one and all of my plays, assists and goals are for her, because she inspired me to be a better person each day passing. Both on and off the pitch) He shook his head his eyes softly turning to met yours, both of your smiles intensified "Ella solo es mi persona, quiero que sepa lo mucho que significa para mí y pues nada... Espero algún día poder expresar mejor todo lo que siento por ella, por que las palabras existentes, no le alcanzan" (She's just my person, I want her to know how much she means to me and nothing... I hope one day I can better express everything I feel for her, because existing words don't reach them)
"La pareja estrella les llamarán" (The star couple will call you) They laughed lightly
"Y/N y Pablo, suena también bien" (Y/N and Pablo, sounds good too)
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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld
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GRGRGRGRG FINALLY AN OPPORTUNITY TO INFODUMP ABT HIM!!! tysm @makifishcake and prepare for a long ramble abt best boy ever (to me) and why saijun is real... let's start with an introduction to a canon crossover character only The Loser (me) cares about! this is gonna get messy in writing near the end cuz its like 3 am for me rn.
Kouno Jun is one of the two protagonists of Asou-sensei's older work, Our Hero Studies and is one of Haganeno Ken's students at Holy Lance Academy (a private school that either exists the same town as Saiki or some neighboring one)
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The only translated OHS chapters so far show us who Jun and Haganeno are as characters. Kouno Jun's a generic tsukkomi high school student with normal teenage boy interests and crushes... he's baby and a total boyfail.
Jun likes video games (Kaisou Monogatari, an in-universe franchise), ramen, melon soda and Yayumi - the class rep. Pretty normal dude that's just being constantly bothered by his classmates and the teacher he hates...
...and then there's Haganeno Ken - THE delusional cosplayer hero wannabe teacher with huge interest in roleplaying and RPG video games, who immediately takes a liking to Jun, mainly for his name (his name means shield, while Haganeno's mean sword. you see where i'm going?)
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most of the ohs panels will be machine translated cuz i have no strength or motivation to continue my actual translation work ngnhnh one day maybe... 😔
He may look like a generic high school shonen manga protagonist, but it's actually really charming to me how adorable he can be despite the boring presentation lolol HIS CRUSH ON YAYUMI IS SO CUTE UGHNHNH
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And yeah of course he shows up in Saiki bc WHY WOULDNT HE???
Asou-sensei put him there twice. In the Christmas chapter where he's walking with a girl (MOST LIKELY YAYUMI), sees Kusuo sitting alone and being like "haha that's so sad to be lonely on christmas lmao"... EXCEPT ITS HILARIOUS CUZ HE DOES THE SAME THING IN HIS OWN MANGA'S CHRISTMAS CHAPTER.
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and in the Hero Studies crossover chapter, right at the end as an unused character. (wouldn't make sense to have two tsukkomis there tbh so i get it lolol)
Same thing happens in the anime except Jun in the Christmas episode wasn't animated like he's an actual pre-existing character, except just a background character so he looks different but has the same jacket with his initials so its definitely him.
so here's all his screentime:
his terrible sense of style was referenced by Takeru at one point as well. yes, Jun dresses terrible and he has outfits much worse than this. hes a loser and i love him
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okay but what's with the saijun thing? orz
basically its a silly ship me and my lovely sweetest gf (@lu-kario ) came up with and it kinda stuck around. "omg haha what if the two protagonists from different manga dated" but yeah it became an actual thing with thought out scenarios between us.
Me saying it'd be like satousai but Kusuo finds someone "normal" with actual personality would be not giving this ship enough justice. I can't tell much rn cuz I forget 90% of the stuff i make up unless i write it down BUT all i'll say is that
I like to imagine Jun and Kusuo having a calm and nice relationship, lots of quality time spent playing video games or going out to get some ramen together. Kusuo gets to have someone more usual by his side and Jun isn't likely to be bothered by Ken when Kusuo is around (:3).
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and yeah, they do get another scene together in volume zero! how lovely! the christmas episode is also one of the reasons i find the ship cool but even despite the sillies having canon scenes and illustrations together i like it simply for fun.
canon crossover ships are cool and epic
my final words: go read ohs its fully in japanese online and 5 chapters are in english so far.
seriously go read it the fandom doesn't exist its really lonely.
and if you care abt our hero studies u can motivate me in the ask box, gimme a kick on the butt so i go and translate this work again after like a year or more of hiatus
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Can you do a mc seeing the side characters in the maid dress also ! Your brothers headcanon was amazing and i loved it a lot !! Please please do it
I was waiting for an excuse to do this with the side characters! Except Luke of course.
!!Warning for slightly suggestive content!!
Side characters x gn!MC (without Luke)
Side characters in maid dresses with an MC that likes it a bit too much
Diavolo
He literally cosplayed Ruri-chan. The chances of him trying on a maid dress for fun are high. Just do it in the castle, no need for the whole Devildom to find out.
He probably called you to come for an emergency just for you to see him in a maid dress.
Why you may ask? He saw it in one of Levi's anime and he thought it was cute. You weren't gonna complain, he did look cute.
He insisted on serving you since he was already dressed like a maid...he still asked Barbatos to prepare the tea tho.
Every time he would bend to either pick something or to simply serve you get a glimpse of his clevage. Did I mention the top part of the costume looked like it was about to rip in any second?
It was already a bit too short with high thighs that hugged his thighs just the right way. What kind of anime did Levi show to the prince of Devildom!?
Diavolo noticed the way you tried so hard to keep eye contact and to not let your eyes wonder around his body.
He asked if there was anything bothering you. Of course you tried to tell him no but that didn't work. Diavolo has the ability to know when people are lying to him after all
He jokingly threaten that he will create illusions of whatever you were thinking about. That was more than enough to make you come clean about how much you liked him in this dress.
please devs, give me more diavolo using his powers.
He makes it a thing to invite to the castle to see him dressed in that maid outfit since you liked it that much.
Barbatos
You were helping him clean some old stuff from the castle when he stumbled across some of his old dame outfits, one which happened to be a maid outfit.
You begged asked him to try it on for the old time's sake. His beauty as a dame caused a huge panic accros the Devildom, it was only natural you wanted to see him as one.
In the end he agreed to not only dress in the maid outfit, but to also put on the make up and wig he used when he was a dame. His only condition was to keep this just between the two of you. The last time demons in Devildom saw him dressed as a dame it caused so much chaos that it hindered his work.
Imagine this Barbatos dressed in a maid dress.
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You honestly didn't even know where to pay attention to. His face? The dress? The way his legs look with the heels on? He was breath taking in every sense of the word. No wonder there was a huge panic among demons.
He continued on with his work and you tried to help, you really did. But you could only focus on him. It didn't help the way the dress would ride up his thighs when he was trying to climb up the ladder to reach for some box full of things probably older than your entire bloodline.
It didn't help that he asked you to stay at the base of the ladder while he handed you stuff you couldn't be bothered to remember. You could so easily look up his dress. You weren't sure if he was trying to test you or not.
After what felt like an eternity he finally climbed down from that ladder and you thought you were safe just to tell you "If you actually do your work I promise to show you more of this particular dame outfit"
You don't remember the last time you started to clean so fast. You made sure that place was so clean you could eat off the floor.
Solomon
He is in a pact with Asmo. He is 100% getting put in some weird outfits. I am pretty sure it's canon he has a hard time saying no to Asmo.
Asmo is the one that called you to see Solomon in the maid outfit. Only to leave the two of you alone. His explanation? "I just needed someone to test if this outfit is comfortable to wear over longer periods of time. Have fun you two~".
Suddenly you were aware of the fact that not only you were alone with him, but also that he was in a maid dress. In a pretty revealing one too. It didn't cover up much.
Since he promised Asmodeus to keep wearing this outfit for a while he didn't change out of it, and asked you to stay with him. He couldn't exactly go out like this and it would quickly get boring if he was alone.
Of course you didn't refuse, no way are you going to pass on the chance to see more of Solomon in a maid outfit. He joked about serving you some of his food but you quickly came up with the excuse "What if Luke sees you like that?!" which seemed to work.
Since his idea with serving you food didn't work he just decided to focus on some magic experiments that you were all to happy to help.
The whole time he would either lean on you in order to grab something, making it impossible to look anywhere else but down his cleavage, or would come up behind you to guide your hands for an experiment. He would also try to climb some shelves in order to retrieve some books, giving you the perfect oportunity to look up his dress.
You made an effort to focus on the magic potions, but in the end, having most of your attention on Solomon made you careless. You spilled some of that potion on the maid dress, which seemed to dissolve.
You didn't know if you were supposed to be scared of Asmo's wrath from ruining his dress or turned by the fact that Solomon was nearly naked. Only a bit of the top part and the skirt of the dress seemed to survive.
You were about to start apologising up and down when you saw the smile on Solomon's face. It didn't take a genius to realize that this whole thing was a set up.
You tried to act annoyed but you couldn't, you enjoyed the whole thing. It didn't help that it looked like the maid outfit kept on dissolving, leaving behind only a Solomon in his underwear, knowing that his plan worked.
Simeon
Now, how did Simeon even get into a maid outfit? The answear is Thirteen. She tried to set up a trap for Solomon, that would put him in a cursed maid outfit for 24 hours. Unfortunately for both her and Simeon, the whole set up didn't go as planned.
Now Simeon was stuck in a maid outfit for 24 hours! He decided to just stay in his room and write for his next book and invited you to keep him company, and maybe help him with a few ideas.
At first everything seemed to go well. You made some small conversation here and there while he was writing. You got to see him sit all pretty in his dress with that cute expression he makes when he is in deep concentration.
After a while Simeon started to get annoyed, having a terrible case of writer's block that you didn't really didn't know how to help either.
He decided it was time for a break so he offered to cook something for the both of you. He needed to clear his mind and cooking might just be the thing that will help him.
The atmosphere was nice, Simeon seemed in a better mood than before now that he finished all cooking. Both of you nearly finished eating when Simeon's eyes widened like he just realized something. "I think I finally know how to continue the chapter I was on, I have to go write the idea now before I lose".
He tried to get up but the dress got caught on the edge of the sit which made him trip a bit over his own feet. While he didn't fall he did spil some of the food on the bottom half of his dress. He went to write down the idea quickly before coming back to the kitchen.
"I can't take off the dress, so I have to clean it this way for now." He pointed out as he tried to get the stain out of the dress. What he didn't realize was that he lifted the whole thing so he could wash it. From the waist down there was nothing covering him, except the tight highs, which were a bit see though anyway.
Simeon realized his mistake only after he was done cleaning his outfit. After all of that was done he seemed to have a new kind of writer's block. He would constantly look back at you only to get back to writing something.
At first you thought he was continuing on his book but it didn't take you a lot of time to notice he was writing for something else.
Around an hour later he handed you whatever he was writing comenting about how this was a vent about his feelings.
For a second you feared you made him uncomfortable with all of your staring at him, but he seemed to be rather blushful while waiting for your reaction.
When you finally decided to read through his writing you realized those were his thoughts about the whole situation. From the moment he got the curse to how the way you looked at him made him feel, and to your surprise and relief it was all positive.
In fact it was more than positive, no wonder he seemed embarrassed, the whole thing was borderline erotica. You'll really have to thank Thirteen later for her trap.
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Hi, I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing headcanons of a adult (similar age to Cliff) mc x Cliff and mc becoming like a step-parent to Cove? Feel free to ignore if you’re not comfortable doing this, thanks
I am SO comfortable doing this, love Cliff so so much!
-- Cliff wouldn't date until Cove was out of the house, or at least in his later teen years. He felt SO BAD uprooting his life with the divorce, he wouldn't dare risk it to be selfish enough to get into a relationship.
-- The only way he WOULD get into a relationship with Cove still at home is if he had his express approval, and even then he wouldn't bring you around a lot at first. He's just going to be so incredibly cautious with Cove, he's his number one priority.
-- Anyway, all this means that Cliff is going to be mid to late 30s when you get together, hope that's cool :)
-- He wouldn't really be looking for a relationship either, so you're really gonna have to take the lead here at first. But listen -- he is going to be so sweet. You won't even believe it.
-- Maybe you're a friend of Pam or Noelani's, or maybe you meet him at his shop. You don't even have to be sporty like that, though you could be! You could also be looking for a gift for a sporty friend, taking a scuba lesson with someone, etc. etc. Anyway, you meet and he is smitten, but it has been A LONG TIME since he was in a relationship, and even then it wasn't a good one. And before that he was a teenager.
-- He made some mistakes in his marriage, some huge ones, but he learned from them, and he'd never ever repeat him.
-- Ok so this is going to be the slowest slow burn you have ever heard of in your life, but he is SO worth the wait.
-- This is because he's worried about hurting Cove, he's worried about not doing right by you, he thinks you deserve better than some guy who's never managed to maintain a healthy romantic relationship in his life. But he just likes you so much, and it's been forever since he's felt this way. It feels nice!
-- Put those moves on him, MC, you need to be really clear here that you like him and want to be with him because he's not going to move forward otherwise.
-- So we're talking like 2-3 months of just getting to know each other, more months of dating, like specifically going out. He might go back to your place, but it would have to be a while for him to feel comfortable with that. After several months of this, talking more and more, being more open about your feelings, then he can finally settle down a little bit and let you in more.
-- Still super slowly though. The first time Cliff invites you over to his house is when Cove is gone in the summer staying with Kyra, absolutely no chance of him walking in. He cooks you dinner. You don't stay the night, but maybe by the end of Cove's visit you do.
*someone please write the spicy interlude here, it would be so good*
-- This is when he might bring the topic up to Cove, when he's for sure this is a real thing that he wants very much to go somewhere very seriouus.
-- Cove would be older here, like I think baby Cove would have had an issue with Cliff dating, but at like 16, 17, he's fine with it. He wants his dad to be happy! Cliff would have told him about you sort of in passing, nothing in big detail, but he'd sit him down and explain that he has very deep feelings for you and ask if he'd like to meet you. Cove would be fine with this I think, but he'd probably want to have across the street bestie/significant other over.
-- Cliff cooks everyone dinner. You have heard so much about Cove. So, so much. You've seen pictures and videos. Cliff is the proudest dad that ever was, and tbh if you're going to be with him, you're going to have to love that. So you do! He's the biggest sweetheart you've ever met.
-- Things are a bit awkward, it is Cove after all, but they're ok. And so a while later, maybe after a few weeks, Cliff invites you over again.
-- This part goes on for a while too. You never stay over when Cove is there, and he never stays over at your place either, he wouldn't want to leave Cove alone like that. So after a while, Cove will sit him down and let him know that it's ok. Cliff doesn't have to hold back on his account. If he wants you to come over more often, that's fine. If he spends the night in the house alone every once in a while, that's fine too, he's a big boy and he's got moms across the street.
-- So really, either way you cut it, I don't think you'd ever live with Cliff while Cove is still at home. The timeline just wouldn't work out. But parenting doesn't end when a kid turns 18, and neither does good stepparenting! Once Cove moves out on his own and establishes himself, and Cliff is confident that his baby bird has fully left the nest, then there's going to be a shift.
-- Please come over more often, or invite him over, whatever, he just wants to be with you. He's been cautious for months/years, but he is so ridiculously in love with you.
-- He's not going to leave the house in Sunset Bird, so he'll ask you to move in with him. Please do! He'll think about marriage for a loooong time before finally proposing -- he'd never make those same mistakes that he made with Kyra, but you deserve the best and he needs to feel confident that he's it before taking that step.
-- What if you and Cliff give Cove a little baby sibling. Something to think about!
-- Cove is never going to treat you like he treats Cliff and Kyra, and that's fine. Especially as he gets older though, he's so grateful that you found his dad and found it in your heart to love him. It makes him so happy to know that even now that he's left home, Cliff still has someone there to take care of.
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Paradise on Earth (15)
Chapter: 15. The Darkest Hour
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: Language and violence (drowning, choking)
Summary: JJ and Y/n visit John B in jail while also planning on how to get him out.
A/N: Are you surprised? Me too baes. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments. Send me a message or comment if you wanna be tagged ;)
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Rage fueled in your veins at the injustice of the system your brother had fallen victim to. John B was charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances and the possible death penalty. You sat throughout his trial, silently praying for the downfall of everyone sitting in the courtroom staring and whispering ill wishes his way.
Everything leading up to this moment had formed a deep pit that your heart just wanted to scream into. This didn’t make any sense, this wasn’t fair and the true cause of this was sitting a few feet away from you playing the part of the distraught victim. You didn’t realize you were staring and that they were taking John B away already.
There were no words of comfort that you could give him, there was no use, you would visit him as soon as he was processed into the system. Sarah called out to him and reached with her hand but was quickly pulled back by two officers standing in her path.
People filed out of the courtroom with praise to the judge and jury, grateful that ‘that criminal is finally off the streets’. Each word spoken in disrespect to your brother shortened the very short leash that your patience was on.
‘Justice is served’ ‘He had it coming’ Murmurs that were not made to be subtle were heard all around you. Each phrase made to jab at your brother was a tick in the timer of a bomb waiting to explode- you were going to explode. It wouldn’t do any good, of that you were sure, that was why you kept your mouth shut throughout the trial and as you walked outside with your friends.
Sarah's eyes and face were puffy from crying, you were sure she cried enough for the both of you, as soon as you got home you would be right next to her with tissues with matching tear streaks. “I should have never come home,” She stated.
“They’re gonna kill him, I know it” JJ commented.
“I am so sorry for what you and your family have gone through,” You heard an older kook say to Ward. “Thank God the system works.”
You turned from the direction you were walking in to face the voice that ignorantly spoke, “Can you shut up?” You walked their way and made your voice strong, “Of course, you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.”
“He’ll have his day in court and a jury will decide,” The man with peppered hair and fancy suit replied.
“He shouldn’t even be in court!” You exclaimed.
Kiara walked up from behind you a bitter look on her face, facing Ward and pointing directly at him as she spoke. “You should, ‘Cause you’re a murderer.”
You placed a hand on her shoulder and stepped forward, “You have a lot of nerve showing up to court. Showing your face while my brother is in jail with the possibility of the death penalty, because of you!”
Ward held out a hand like he was trying to calm a dog from attacking, “I know you’re upset. I understand you’re upset-”
“Upset?” You seethed. A couple of police officers had made their way to where the group that formed was standing. Against your better judgment, all the pent-up emotion came out as you lunged for Sarah’s father. “No, I’m not just upset!”
Shoupe from your left had gotten a hold of your elbow, Officer Thomas grabbed your right. They forcefully backed you up, Pope was behind you steadying you by your biceps warning Officer Thomas to get off of you. JJ, Sarah, and Kie blocked their way to you as soon as you were released.
“Why don’t you take the kooks down for a change Shoupe?” JJ asked the officer.
“You wanna get arrested?” Shoupe stared you down, He pointed at your group “Get out! You need to go.”
You saw red, you didn’t care if you went to jail or got the death penalty so long as Ward was dead. Whatever awaited him in the afterlife had better be something worse than hell for everything you and your friends had to go through. You inhaled hoping it would help the ongoing anger.
Sarah put her arm around your shoulders, “C’mon. It’s not worth it.”
“I'm so sorry, you shouldn’t be going through this,” Deputy Plumb’s voice was heard consoling the Camerons. You shook your head and rolled your eyes refusing to look over, thankfully Kie spoke up for you.
“It’s not a coincidence that your daughter’s sitting with us!”
~~~
By the time the pogues were settled in the Chateau, the weather had matched everyone's mood. It seems like everyone had gone through the five stages of grief within the hour. On the way to your house, furious comments were made by Kie and JJ in your defense, in John B’s, and on the audacity of the people who had no fucking clue what was actually going on. Silence took over for a good twenty minutes, surprisingly not a word from JJ, the only sound coming from the rain pattering on top of the roof.
“I’m gonna testify under oath, I was there” Sarah announced. “I just need to get a hold of my sister.”
“Sister?” JJ muttered under his breath.
“I was there too,” You said. “His sister and his girlfriend, they’ll discredit us without a thought Sarah.”
“We would be under oath, they can’t just arrest us if they think we’re lying. We have to try,” She responded. “Kie, Do you have your phone? Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day.”
“Wheezie?” JJ breathed incredulously.
“I don’t know what else to do,” Kie hands Sarah her phone. “I got us into this mess, I’m gonna do my best to get us out.”
Wheezie was a smart girl but if she was the only hope to get John B out of jail, you didn’t know if you would put all your eggs in that particular basket.
“Yeah, that’ll work.” JJ scoffed. “Well, she’s right about one thing. We gotta do something, Our boy is held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?”
“What’s the plan then?” Kiara stood from the armchair in the corner of the porch. “We start by kidnapping Shoupe?”
“That’s not the worst idea actually.” The scary part is, he looked deadly serious. You couldn’t help but cackle, exhaustion and delirium were what kept you going. 
You love him, in moments like this when everything was so utterly fucked, it scared you how much the feeling overwhelmed you. The way he kept fighting for your brother made you feel safe. Although it was the most outrageous idea but that was JJ.
Kie and JJ stopped their bickering to give you an odd look, the silence and a full minute of laughing like a crazy person to the point of tears falling out of the corners of your eyes, you stabilized yourself. You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes.
“That is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” You told the blue-eyed boy.
“It’s pretty bad.” Sarah agreed from inside the house as she typed away at Kie’s phone.
“Just stay out of this, okay?” JJ’s annoyance with Sarah was obvious.
“No, honestly though,” Pope’s features were stern. “What is the actual plan? You’re gonna storm a jail, guns a-blazing?”
“All I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy,” Pope and JJ are face to face now. “Are just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna get his ass, we’re gonna do something about it!”
The enthusiasm was encouraged but so was logical thinking. You watched as Pope tried to keep JJ from ‘thinking’ out his plans.
“We’re not storming a jail, it’s not happening.”
“Fine, man. Sit in your comfy chair and do nothing.” He looked you in the eye in full seriousness, an invitation to follow him in his plan yet his words trying to shame you all for not wanting to take immediate action. “I’m gonna see what I can do, make something happen. Even if I have to do it by myself.”
JJ runs out of the front porch, straight for his bike.
“Should we be worried?” Pope asks.
“Yes,” Kie sighs and shrugs. “I’m gonna git up my parents and see if I can get money for a lawyer.”
You decide to let Kie and Pope talk amongst themselves about the logistics and go after JJ was sitting on his bike, almost like he was waiting for you.
“Change your mind, Princess?” He takes off his cap and places it on your head to shield you from the rain even though it’s pointless now.
You swing your leg over the bike to straddle it and wrap your arms around his waist. “Just go before I change it again.”
~~~
“Now where exactly are you taking us?” You say in his ear as he whips past all his cars on his bike.
“We’re going to visit a certain jailbird!”
You weren’t sure if it was even allowed considering it had only been hours since he was sentenced but you knew that JJ would find a way.
Turns out his plan was fucking stupid, not reckless for once, and for that, you were thankful but definitely stupid. He parked by a tree in front of the Kildare County detention center, and two officers walked down the steps and right past the both of you. JJ being extra, stood at attention and saluted them as they walked. You look at him annoyed and he simply smiles, you push him in front to follow his lead.
JJ did some thoughtless acts but Jesus he looked good doing them. He stopped by his house to change from his wet clothes that were soaked from the rain to a pair of dry jeans and a clean white shirt. He also grabbed his headphones and mp3 player. He fixed his hair, put on a pair of sunglasses and suddenly he was giving James Dean. It was bad timing for your heart to stutter the way it did when you saw him change his shirt in front of you as if you hadn’t seen him shirtless before.
It was over when he pulled out a shirt- your shirt- from deep within his messy closet. It was from when you slept over that one time, you must have left it here and forgot to pack it. The moment felt so domestic, too domestic, it messed with your emotions and you already have too many with everything going on.
You trained yourself to focus on the task at hand, ignoring the wrongness you felt from the sleepover with JJ and then actually having sex with Rafe (with some feelings that you’d rather not get into), the treasure, John B in jail… it was all too much.
“We’re here to see John B Routledge,” JJ said loudly. He had his headphones on with the volume to his music all the way up.
“No music, and get rid of the toothpick.” The man at the front desk enunciated his words.
“I can’t hear what you’re saying man, these things are on full blast.” JJ tapped on his headphones, not caring at all what the officer had to say. “We’re here to see John B Routledge.”
The officer looked to you, “Can you get your friend to take his headphones off? There’s no music allowed and you both need to clear your pockets if you wanna see the inmate.”
“Can do, sir.” You place your empty wallet that only had a couple of bucks and your permit, and your phone (that was dead). “He, unfortunately, has a mind of his own.”
He took a breath and mimed what he wanted JJ to do, taking off the headphones and toothpick.
JJ glanced at you then at the man and took off the headphones hanging them around his neck, “I mean, I thought it was a free country and all but I guess you don’t like freedom very much. Now do you, cupcake?” He smiled slyly, leaning on the desk with his forearm.
Now you supposed you shouldn’t be surprised by what he had the balls to say but your jaw fell open anyway, you covered your mouth and looked around to see if anyone else had heard that.
Turns out the Officer had enough of JJ toying with him and took JJ by his biceps and pinned him to the wall. You picked at your nail nervously, until the Deputy came and told the front desk guy that it wasn’t worth it.
JJ kept a wide smile as he saw her, “Good to see you Plumb. Nice to have something in your mouth, you know.”
“Take off your hat and empty your pockets.”
“Yes, ma’am.” JJ finally did what was told and placed his things next to yours winking at you when Plumb led the way to where you can see John B.
You flinched as you passed by a prisoner who slammed a fist on the window of his cell. He called out to you, “Why don’t you come in here?”
Next to you, JJ guided you to go in front of him through the threshold of the visitation area, Plumb told you both that you only had five minutes.
There he was, in an orange jumpsuit, wrists in cuffs. You wanted to hug him, tell him it was gonna be okay and that you were gonna get him out of this. The only one of those things you were gonna be able to do is the latter and only if you were able to figure out a plan which you didn’t have.
You sat to John B’s right, getting a good look at him now, his eye was still bruised from the beating they gave him when he was first arrested. The anger came bubbling back that formed in tears until you all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“I thought it was gonna be me,” JJ chuckled.
“I think we all did,” You sniffed.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
“When you said you had a new apartment, I had no idea,” JJ fidgeted with the visitation card they handed you both as you were officially signed in to visit.
You patted the top of the metal table, “It’s cozy. A little aluminum theme.”
“Yeah, I like to go for the cold, dark…”
“Alone, kind of theme?” JJ continued John B’s description for him, they nodded in sync. “Look, I would love to sit and chitchat but I’m on the clock and I’m here for one reason only, okay?”
Your eyes widened as you thought about the jailbreak idea JJ was playing with earlier. Was this it?
“Operation liberation, baby.” You facepalmed once the words came out of his mouth.
“Hear me out though, step one; piss off the cops so badly they don’t see what’s coming.” He waved at an officer that walked by the window looking in. “Check.”
“Was that what that whole thing was?” You slapped his arm, “A warning would have been nice.”
“Your right, I could’ve used some backup but your reaction was hilarious so it’s fine,” JJ was delusional. You ignored the fact that he really thought he was gonna pull this off as he laid out his plan. “Step two; at exactly 11 p.m. this evening, you’re going to have an attack of acute appendicitis.”
John B looked like he was doing the same thing you were, “Do you even know what appendicitis is?”
JJ’s pupils were dilated as he explained, “Remember eighth grade, algebra final?”
“Jesus Christ,” John B breathed. JJ faked appendicitis once before a test in eighth grade and was able to get away with it and this was the plan he was going with. You were glad you knew how it worked to visit JB in jail now since you were gonna have to get used to the process.
“It worked like a charm, to sell it, you gotta actually look sick though okay?” Not an ounce of a joke was heard in his voice. “You got some of that ghost face sunblock in here?”
“Be so fucking for real right now,” You kept your face in your hands stressfully, your head shaking in disbelief.
“JJ, I’m in jail. I have a block of soap, that’s it.”
“Is it white?”
Hesitantly John B replied “Yes-”
“Perfect, that’ll work. Take some of that, rub it into your face well, got it? You don’t want that shit rubbing off when they check your vitals.” JJ added. “After that, run your hands under cold water for five minutes. After that, you’re ready. Showtime baby, stumble out and collapse. Once you’re down on the ground squealing, they’ll rush you to the infirmary. There, you just have to convince the nurse that that sucker’s about to burst.”
He began to visually show John B the details of where the nurse will check him, John B’s acting skills would have to be absolutely flawless and without any doubt to pull all that off.
“I get it, I get it.” John B glances behind his shoulder and leans in closer, “Then what?”
“No fucking way, John B,” You stare at him in disbelief. “JJ he’s not doing this.”
JJ didn’t acknowledge you, “They’re gonna eject you to the hospital. Remember Cousin Ricky?”
“The weed dealer?” You questioned.
“He’s an EMT.”
“He sold us our first dime bag,” John B mentions.
“So? You can do both. It’s a gig economy, bro.” JJ shrugs. “Now, step three is extraction.”
“This is the dumbest freaking idea you’ve ever had.” John B states, at least you weren’t the only one thinking it.
“Yeah, you’re probably right but you know what’s even more dumb? You thinking you got any other way out of this.”
“JJ, this is a fortress.” John B explains, “They've got barbed wire, cinder blocks, guards on every corner-”
JJ stops John B from shutting him down further. “Don’t, you’re not the detail guy. Leave it to the professionals.”
“If you think that we’re the professionals in this you’re so mistaken,” You shake your head in disapproval.
Plumb was by the door telling you both that your time with your brother was up.
“You gotta trust me on this one,” JJ says and moves out of his seat giving John B his last words. “Nothing to lose now, 11 P.M.”
John B stares at you with a silent question, you squeeze his hand before leaving the visitation area behind JJ. Plumb led you down an unfamiliar path to the exit. She scans her badge before opening a metal door, JJ goes through first and goes towards another door to the right. It was an inmate basketball court, his dad was dribbling and blocking against another prisoner.
“Dad!” JJ pounds on the door trying to get Luke’s attention. “Dad!”
“Let’s go,” Plumb shoves JJ away from the door. If you didn’t know any better you would say she brought you both this way on purpose to get a rise of him. It was her way of giving him a sign that said ‘You could just as easily end up here.’
Seems like JJ caught on as well, he clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly as he noted, “I see what you did there Plumb.”
Your jaw tightened as you saw the way she was handling JJ, forcing him out of the center. “I just have one question before we leave. How much are you splitting with Shoupe?”
She shoved you harshly into JJ, “You’ll be back here one day, both of you. It’s in your blood.”
JJ started to walk away defeated but you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. This wasn’t what your life would be, not yours, not JJ’s. John B was wrongly accused and JJ was not his dad, “Fuck you, bi-”
“Y/n, come on.” JJ put his hand on the small of your back to lead you away from the officer who was meant to ‘protect and serve’.
“What a bitch!” You spat. The nerve of her, you had taunted her but deep down you knew that she was probably getting a major payday from Ward. Instead of letting you see your brother in peace, she just had to bring you down even further as if she wasn’t breaking major laws. “She’s a hypocrite JJ, she's not a fucking fortune teller to tell us what our future will look like.”
He didn’t say anything in response solely making sure you were ready before revving up the bike and driving away from the detention center.
~~~
You told him you weren’t going to join him in his plans, he looked disappointed but since he was off from earlier he left you at the Chateau without a fight. You felt guilty knowing JJ definitely had a lack of support but you would only be a hindrance to the plan if you did go along with it. Instead, you found Sarah in one of John B’s shirts already several feet away from the house.
You ran up to her and asked her if she got in contact with Wheezie to which she said she was on her way to meet her.
“We’re here,” She whispered to herself clutching her gunshot wound as she checked the other side of the dock.
Wheezie apparently had texted her to meet her at the harbor. You went straight and paused, Rafe came around the corner. “Sarah,” You said in a small voice backing away slowly.
“Nah not wheezie.”
“Where the hell is Wheezie?” Sarah questioned from behind you.
“Don’t worry about it,” Rafe stepped closer with his hands half up in surrender. “Listen, it’s all good. I- I just needed to talk to you for a little bit.”
The stutter in his voice concerned you, he was out of it and it was only you and Sarah out here on the docks at night with this psychopath. Every step he took to close the distance between the three of you, you and Sarah held hands and stepped away.
“Is that okay?” He asked looking at you and then at Sarah. He reached for you “Y/n-”
“Don’t come near me,” You held your hand out in front of you defensively.
He sighed and focused his attention on Sarah, “What you do affects me, you don’t think of that, do you?”
“You shot me, Rafe.”
“That’s it, right?” He exasperated. “It’s always my fault like you know, I wanna keep what’s mine. That I got by my work and I’m the bad guy for trying to- to hold on to it?”
His pacing and waving of his hands while he talks make it clear that he’s unhinged. In comparison to the way, you and Sarah are frozen in your spots waiting for Rafe to make one move.
“It’s not yours,” Sarah tries to express.
“Like I’m wrong to protect what’s mine, huh?” His voice raises a couple more octaves. Chills run up your arms at his projection. Your mind takes you back to the night you spent together and you suddenly feel nauseous. His voice softens as he approaches Sarah, “Listen to me. The cops are going to talk to you and I need to make sure the story’s straight.”
Sarah speaks up, “You killed Peterkin. My story’s straight, listen this would go so much better for you if you would-”
His eyes roll to the back of his head in a lazy drug hazed way, “Who are you trying to protect here?”
“I’m trying to do the right thing.”
“You doing the right thing is the reason that you got shot because you were following John B.”
“John B might get the death penalty because of you!” She snaps.
“That!” Rafe points as he backs away and sits on a barrel. “That right there is exactly what I’m talking about Sarah, you’ve always been against me!”
She shakes her head, no, A threatening tone takes over “Don’t shake your head, you still are. You’re not just against me, you’re against us and you know, Dad always takes your side. Cause you’re gonna cry in front of him like you cried in front of me, but you- both of you listen to me. I am a proactive type of person and we have a problem, and I gotta solve that problem tonight.”
You glance at Sarah who’s shaking where she stands, you inch to the right, and Rafe follows your movement with his eyes.
“Do you understand?” He asks then shouts it at the both of you again, “Do you understand!”
You and Sarah took that as the queue to run. He runs after you, you were faster as you got a headstart but that meant that Sarah got caught by Rafe. He slammed her against a large blue plastic container that held water.
“Rafe!” You screamed, “Rafe!”
“Back off Y/n, I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”
You heard Sarah begging Rafe to stop, you ran back and tried to push him off of her but with one hand he backhands you to the ground.
With a hand on your left cheek, he made you bleed with a ring he was wearing, “You’re drowning your sister!”
“She’s not my sister!” He shouted back at you with a harsh tone. “Not anymore.”
Sarah’s tears flowed freely, she let out a whimper as he tightened his grip on her throat. “Rafe, please.” You begged.
“Y/n I swear to god!” His voice was close to a growl.
“You swear to God what?” You lifted yourself up from the ground and came closer to where Rafe was drowning Sarah. You were hoping to bait him into letting Sarah go and focus his attention on you. If he was distracted enough to taunt you or hurt you then maybe Sarah would have a chance to breathe. “You’d hurt me? Cause you already have, Rafe.”
He screams as Sarah struggles, she gasps with two seconds of air before she is submerged again.
You try to pry him off of her but he releases her instead and grabs your wrists as he had many times before. “I would never hurt you, Y/n, she brought this on herself!”
His fingers were white and you felt your bones being compressed from his hold. His nails were digging into your skin making you want to kneel and clutch your arms but he was too strong. Sarah was free and coughing up the water in her lungs, exhausted from her fight. His right hand comes up and clutches your throat.
“I loved you,” You whispered.
His forehead was on yours, stray fell from his eye and onto your cheek, “I love you too, Y/n.”
You kept his eyes trained on yours without giving him doubt despite the fact that you were getting strangled by your former lover. You attempted to breathe air but the hold he had on your throat prevented your airways from being able to inhale properly.
Topper- who you had no idea where he came from- has a finger to his lips as he inches closer and whacks him in the head.
Rafe fell onto his back and you wheeze, able to breathe again, you go to Sarah who holds an arm out for you.
“Sarah, are you okay?” Topper rushes to her side and asks her, “Can you breathe?”
She nods and hugs him, your hands were on your knees, and you look at Rafe on the ground and sob. All your previous moments with him, your confession to him, his confession to you. What had just happened. He drowned Sarah and strangled you while confessing to being in love with you.
You felt nausea come back up again, you couldn’t hold it. Your insides came up and out through your mouth, you vomited in the dark water at the edge of the dock.
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The Criminal And The Princess VI
Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader
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Summary : It’s time for Eden to get back on the ice, but she can only feel like Eddies hiding something.
Word Count : 1.4k
Warnings : not proofread, sad eddie, it’s just a lot of fluff, big skating chapter, swearing.
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Early mornings in September, it was starting to get cool, the sky was dimmer each morning for longer. This drive to the rink may be my final one with my windows rolled down.
I smiled, today was gonna be a good day, I could feel it. Honestly I had been smiling since the night before, the sweet text I had from Eddie sent me over the edge.
Unknown : Hey Princess, I just wanted to say I had a really great time with you today.
Unknown : Oh shit it’s Eddie btw
Of course Robin and Nancy had teased me for the rest of the night because of how much I had been grinning whilst we had a conversation. Just small talk. That’s all it was.
Just getting to know a friend.
A friend.
Because that’s all Eddie was a friend.
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It was 6am on a Monday so the rink was dead, bar the maintenance staff who I waved at as I walked by. There was one other person, sat in the rink, on those cold seats.
“Irene!” I said, loudly enough so she’d hear me, but not too loud as to make her jump. “Oh my love!” she grinned, walking over to me quickly and wrapping her arms around me.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I said into the hug, it mumbled slightly, but her chuckle said she’d heard it. “I’ve missed you too Eden.”
Pulling back I took her in. She was truly one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen, golden hair and eyes and curls that anyone would be jealous of. Along with that gorgeous smile.
“How’s Cole? How’s baby Dorian? More importantly how are you?” I asked.
“We’re all great, Dorian is at home with his dad. And here I am, back with my favourite girl,” she pinched my cheek.
Yrene wasn’t massively older than me she’d turned 33 the same year I’d turned 22. She was the best though, always knew she wanted to be a trainer and not a professional.
So when dad found her and we got on like a house on fire, Irene took me under her wing not just as a student, but as a younger sister.
“How are you doing my love? Dad giving you a hard time?” She asked. I nodded, but shrugged also, “When does he not?”
“That’s why I’m here, so we can use your routine. As soon as I say it’s good, or it’s mine, he’ll be happy.” I sighed, because I knew it was true.
The amount of routines I’d made, or co-made with Irene that my dad had no clue about was ridiculous. Purely because he’d hate them if he knew they were my own.
“Do you want to show me?” She asked.
“Sure. Just so you know, it’s simple. Dad saw my first draft and said I should go back to the basics because I’m sloppy.”
“If he says anything like that whilst I’m here I’m throwing my skates at his head,” she said, you knew she wasn’t even joking. She was as, if not more, protective over you as Robin and Nancy.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
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“Well I thought you said it was basic?” Irene asked as I skated over to her. “It is.”
“Your lutz, your axles, the spins, the jumps. Honey, it’s not basic, and all the moves are clean and sharp.”
“Really cause dad-“ She held up her hand, stopping me from finishing my sentence. “Can Ethan Bennett skate?”
“Well he played hockey, so.”
“Can he figure skate?”
I shook my head, “No.”
“No he can’t, that’s right. Now I’m going to tell you, and you will listen to me Eden Bennett. That routine was fantastic, you are amazing. Okay?”
I looked at her face, trying to sense any lies in her words. “Okay.”
“Good, now what the hell did you take out of that routine to make it ‘basic’?”
“A salchow and a,” I mumbled the last part.
Yrene leaned on the barrier, getting closer to me, “What was that?”
“A .. a backflip.”
“Jesus fucking christ Eden!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I told you no working on them until I’m back! It’s so dangerous!”
“I know I know, but I’ve got really good!”
“You could have really hurt yourself too!” She replied, hands coming up to rest on her pulled back curls.
“Well you’re here now,” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile, knowing she’d probably drag me off the ice. “You’re lucky I love you. Jesus christ I’m never letting Dorian skate.”
The woman sighed as she did up her own skates and headed over to the centre of the ice with me. “What part of the song would be playing as you did the move?”
I handed her one of my earphones, letting her listen. “Hm, it could work. Alright show me. But I swear even a wobble, we’re practicing on mats.”
“Okay okay!” I plugged my earphones back in, when the music built up I leaped into the air, spinning. Landing on one foot I glided across the ice with ease.
The older woman watched me with her arms crossed. “How long have you been practicing that exactly?”
“Before you left for maternity leave.”
“Please tell me not on ice.”
“No,” I dragged out the last letter. She cocked a brow asking me where, “On the sofa cushions at my dads.”
“Jesus fucking christ.”
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Practice had gone on until just past 8, so I had enough time to clean up and head to my class. Irene had mentioned having a word with dad about making the routine more complex.
I swapped out of my skating gear and into some jeans, a top and a knitted cardigan that Nancy had got me for my birthday.
Walking into class I immediately met the gaze of a brown eyed boy, without hesitation I went and sat behind him. “Morning,” I smiled.
“Hey,” he said softly, not looking up at me now.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just tired.” I hummed, nodding. Taking out my notebook, I noticed Eddie fiddling with his rings, almost wringing them.
“Eddie.”
“Hm?”
“Look at me.” This was the first time since he was on stage that I had seen him with his curls unbound. They fell just below his shoulders, and hid his face.
He looked up at me, he looked - sad? I leaned closer to him so I could whisper, “Are you really okay?” It was almost like he was reading a book whilst looking at my face, trying to take everything in.
“Not really.”
“Do you want to get shakes after class? We don’t have to talk about it, but maybe the company would help,” I suggested.
“Yeah, yeah I’d really like that,” he nodded, “Thank you Eden.”
“That’s weird,” I scrunched my nose.
“What?”
“That’s like the first time you’ve used my real name.”
There it was, his grin. “Well I’m sorry Princess, I won’t use it again.”
“Hm, you better not.”
“Why? Like being my Princess?”
“Something like that.”
I moved away from him so I could sit up straight, hearing him hum as I did so. I then spotted Vickie walked in and waved, she came and sat on the other side of me.
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Me and Eddie sat across from each other in a booth in the diner. He was unusually quiet, I didn’t like it. “Hey, did my dad speak to you?” I asked him.
“Uh yeah, I meant to say. Sorry,” he was so out of it. “It’s okay, no need to apologise,” I reached over the table and gently squeezed his hand.
He flinched slightly, but relaxed soon after. “Eddie.” He hummed at me. “I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but did something happen?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Is it okay if we don’t?” he asked, wide eyed, almost like a child. “Of course it is,” I said squeezing his hand.
“Are you busy for the rest of the day?” I asked him. “No, why?”
“After our shakes, we’re gonna go and grab some lunch and then we’re gonna watch some movies at mine. Sound good?”
He grinned at me, “That sounds really good. Finish your shake.”
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lovehelpmewrite · 2 years
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A Lesson in Call and Response
Title: A Lesson in Call and Response
Pairing: Steddie (Steve x Eddie ) x reader / Steve x reader x Eddie
Word count: 2.4k oh damn
Summary: You and Steve have been together forever and when you both end up doing a once over of the dark haired guitarist you consider... maybe you'll just give it a shot and see what shakes out. No spoilers at all!! Basically just PWP!!!!
Warnings: a lot of smut, unprotected sex (its not cool to get STDs so wrap y'all ween), dirty talk, breeding, rough sex, slapping/impact play, oral (male receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched play, slight dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation, implied consent (sorry im shit at the build up before the touching), a teeny piece of aftercare
[A/N]: Oh... oh hi.. well I'm back and i'm still a whore so i can't say much has changed lmao but as per my bestie @o-holynight ((who has stuck w me all this gd time i love u bitch thank u sm 🥺)) who told me this was good and to keep writing and then post this.... 'ere she is! Pls lmk ur thots and i hope u enjoy :) also i do have some older stuff on my masterlist but i am maybe gonna lean back into my roots which was writing primarily smut lmao with a tiny bit of fluff
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It starts out mostly soft, stumbling into Eddie's trailer lead by the hand and a smirk while Steve is just absently kissing your neck. The door shuts and Eddie turns and you're enveloped in Steve but facing Eddie who just watches as Steve sucks a dark hickey onto your throat. You exhale and your eyes flutter and close but– 
"Nuh uh sweetheart." Eddie's hand is gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. "Eyes open, m'kay?" He steps a little closer and takes advantage of the timing as Steve's head also tilts up to look at him heatedly over your shoulder. His hands smooth down your sides and you feel your stomach clench as he starts tugging at the button and zipper of your pants. "And what about you Harrington? What do you want out of this?"
Suddenly, Steve is like a deer in headlights until Eddie releases your chin and steps in so close you're literally sandwiched between the two of them, Steve's hands pausing as Eddie presses a heavy kiss onto Steve's lips.
Fuck. You're feeling so much it's almost too much. At the same time, it’s not enough. You can feel Steve hard against your ass and his fingers dancing along the top edge of your underwear, you can feel Eddie pressing into your front and all you want is to wrap your legs around his waist and get some fucking friction when you’re interrupted.
"Wanna watch you fuck her." Steve says suddenly, his voice deep but desperate and you almost don’t even register the 'oh fuck' coming out of your mouth until Eddie grins again. You already have your hands under his denim vest, tugging at the excess fabric of his Hellfire shirt trying to pull him closer when his eyes flick down to you and back up to Steve.
"Yeah?" Eddie asks, and just from his voice you know the idea has stuck in his mind.
"Yeah, I-I wanna watch her cum on you. I want you to fuck her," Steve's words get more clear as he talks, more sure as Eddie's borderline sadistic smile grows. Now they're both reaching for articles of clothing to pull off. As if a light goes off in your heads simultaneously, you're all back to pressing as close together as you can get, pulling hair and zippers and holding onto each other for stability.
Eddie starts kissing you urgently, his hands working in tandem with Steve's to drop your jeans and then Eddie's before he's pulling you to sit on top of him on the sofa. Neither of you hesitate to start grinding your hips together, chasing the right position where you can finally feel him pressing up against your panties and he can feel just how warm and ready you are for his cock.
Steve is groaning just as loud as you are while you're kissing down Eddie's neck and chest. And Eddie is watching intently. Steve's chest heaves and he's palming himself through his jeans watching the two of you, making Eddie's stomach lurch, and then his pretty eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings while you're urgently shoving your hands under his shirt trying to kiss every exposed inch of skin.
"Eyes on me, Harrington." Eddie's voice is sharp and commanding, not wanting him to miss a second of the action.
Steve doesn't even think before his eyes snap wide open and just about whines while Eddie laughs. Then he's pulling you back to his face for one more kiss before he's turning you around in his lap to face Steve while he gets ready to take care of you.
You're squirming in his lap already and he lightly slaps your thigh, pulling another whine out of your chest. All three of you moan in unison as he pulls your damp underwear to the side to expose how soaking wet and needy for both of them you are. His eyes flick up to watch Steve as he teases two fingers around your slick, already so sensitive you're squirming and begging but Eddie continues. Whimpers of 'please' and other unintelligent sounds tumble out of your mouth while Eddie lifts either of your knees to the outside of his.
"Whaddya think?" Steve can't even think. "She ready for me, Steve?" Eddie continues with that stupid smirk and Steve is red from under the collar of his shirt to the tips of his ears but he finds himself nodding enthusiastically. Anyone could see the way you're dripping for them, for him, for Eddie.
"Shit...yeah, she's so wet," Steve bites his lip and smiles at Eddie back, "She's begging for it huh?" 
Eddie chuckles darkly and lightly slaps the outside of your pussy, watching you jump against his chest before he's reaching back and pulling his cock out. You whine again, hands reaching back into his hair as he starts stroking it, sliding it against your core while your hips rock forward desperately. Eddie's busy biting and kissing your neck, watching Steve watch the both of you. Watching him fuck his girlfriend and moaning like a whore. 
"Just…take it slow at first," Steve piped up, his eyes locked on where the two of you met. "She gets used to it quick but she needs it slowly first," he adds almost to himself as you feel Eddie slowly sliding home.
"Like this?"
A chorus of moans preludes the sickeningly sweet way you can feel Eddie against your front wall, not even moving just the pressure and weight of him inside– fuck. His hand slides back down your thigh, holding your knee up just right and you can see that look in Steve's eyes as Eddie bucks into you roughly and you can't help but cry out.
"Touch her clit," Steve moaned, back thumping against the opposite wall of Eddie's trailer while his fingers worked nervously on his belt buckle as the pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore. 
Your head drops back against Eddie's shoulder as his fingers come down in another flat slap against your already sensitive clit, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. "Eddie, oh god," you moan reflexively. Finally his fingers slowly explore your wetness while his hips begin pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. 
"Mmm she's so responsive Steve, why didn't you say so?" 
You can't even lift your head to witness the panicked way Steve grips the base of his cock to keep from cumming watching you... and Eddie. Fuck, the way Eddie smirks and his pupils are blown just as wide as yours while he fucked you. And you... you were heaving in deep breaths, your hips twitching and humping back as best you could onto Eddie's lap, your hands tangled in Eddie's hair and grasping at your nipples. Steve had barely touched his dick and he already had to stop himself from losing it just from the way Eddie looked at him, it was pathetic. And Eddie grinned wider. 
"Come 'ere big boy." 
Steve took awkward steps forward, his jeans still bunched around his knees and yet he didn't dare move his hand as Eddie kissed and suckled at your neck and jaw. 
"Come on princess, don't you wanna taste your boyfriend? Don't you wanna make him feel good?" 
Steve groaned aloud as his stomach clenched and his balls tightened. Your head lolled forward in the way you only did when you were completely fucked out and sex driven, your pupils engorged your irises, and without hesitation your hands reached out to pull Steve down to kiss you desperately. He moaned into your mouth, his hand finally releasing himself only to reach down to rub your clit while Eddie fucked you. You whined back into Steve's mouth and he jumped when your dainty fingers wrapped around his member. Neither of you could focus on kissing anymore, just moaning and breathing together, foreheads sweaty as you pleased each other and listened to Eddie's encouragement. 
"Shit, just like that sweetheart- spit on your hand now, that's it... how's it feel, Steve?" 
Steve moaned back, nearly losing his balance and dropping his free hand onto the arm of the sofa, "S-so fucking good, so good to me baby." 
Eddie's free hand started gathering up your hair, wrapping around his fist, lightly tugging and maneuvering your head to test his grip and control. "Why don't you suck Stevie off princess? Give him some relief," Eddie chuckled, gently pushing your head forward and bumping into Steve's abdomen. Your eyes fluttered up for just a second to catch the needy, glassy eyed expression Steve had watching as Eddie begin to fuck him with your mouth. 
"Oh god-" Steve's eyes slammed shut as his hands flew up to the sides of his head, feeling how warm and wet and soft your mouth was, your tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock, taking him all the way down until you gagged. 
"Hold it together, Harrington," Eddie warned, lightly bobbing your head on Steve's cock while he continued to fuck you slowly, "Not just yet." You gagged out another moan on Steve's cock, feeling Eddie start to pull out slowly and slam his hips back into you over and over. 
"Oh fuck," Steve's voice sounded wrecked, a borderline sob as he dropped his arms, trying to stop himself and follow Eddie's order. Steve's eyes opened only briefly to see Eddie's muscled forearm reach out and feel the grip of his hand around his wrist accusingly. "Are you going to cum?"
And with that single question, it was already too late for Steve by the time Eddie's arrogant smirking lips could rasp out the first syllable. 
Steve's free hand tangled with Eddie's in your hair, briefly fucking your face as he came down your throat before pulling away and stumbling back against the trailer wall again. You swallowed diligently and moaned, already close as Eddie pulled your hair to sit you back against him while his hips started pistoning up into you rapidly. 
"Goddammit Steve," Eddie moaned, his eyebrows drawn together. He slapped your clit again roughly, his free hand holding your hips in place so he didn't slip out. "For the record - oh fuck - this wasn't the plan."
"Shit- Eddie, oh fuck I'm gonna cum," you warn, your voice high and your eyes hooded as you glanced over at Steve still watching you. "Fuck, can I cum please please let me cum?" you beg to no one in particular. Eddie can feel you pulsing around him–can feel the mismatched way your hips were meeting his and he knows you're close. 
Steve's eyes jump to Eddie's. They both knew.
Steve could swear to god in that moment, if he hadn't just spent every drop he had down your throat he'd have emptied whatever was left with the single look Eddie gives him. It's dark and menacing and makes Steve's heart pound in a nervous way he hadn't anticipated when he'd brought this up to you. 
And then you're cumming, sobbing with your head pressed back into Eddie's neck and your back arching so hard and muscles clenched so tight he slips out of you as he's filling you with his cum. And Steve can't even begin to describe the broken moan that exits him as he watches Eddie cum all over your swollen cunt and thighs. You clench around nothing and Eddie gives your leg a gentle slap of approval as his still warm cum drips out of you and back onto his cock. 
All three of you are panting and sweaty, eyes darting around at miscellaneous body parts just remembering how to breathe again. Steve finally looks back up at Eddie to see the scowl still on his face as he gently lifts you out of his lap and stands. Steve's back drops against the wall for the third time as Eddie takes an aggressive step towards him, moaning out a yelp when suddenly Eddie's fingers wrap around Steve's semi soft cock.
"So, what? You just decided not to listen? You don't have ears? You're stupid?" He accused, breath fanning over Steve's sweaty forehead while he tried to form a response. 
He could feel the blood draining from his cock, willing it back to his groin but he only felt embarrassed as he grew more sensitive in Eddie's grip, his rings pressing into his shaft.
You watched as Eddie ignored Steve's open mouth, leaning his head into the crook of Steve's neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin there as Steve whimpered.
"I have such plans for you, Steve, so many ideas…" Eddie mumbled against his shoulder, lips brushing by his ear as he started to slowly tug Steve's cock, making him let out a choked sob.
He couldn't decide if it was too much yet, lightning bolts from his oversensitive nerves still had his hips chasing the stimulation but with every sense of friction tears brewed in his eyes.
"But you didn't listen, so-" and Steve is crying out as Eddie's free hand pulls his head back by his hair, turning him to show you. And Steve is wrecked–Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with every nervous swallow and moan, chest heaving with Eddie's hand wrapped around his soft cock. "He sounds almost as pretty as you, princess," Eddie remarked, biting at Steve's throat lightly. He let go for just a second to lick a strip up his palm before grasping at his cock again and just the thought had Steve jerking lightly and bringing his hands up to Eddie's shoulders.
"N-no no more, oh god," and suddenly Steve was crying.
You and Eddie both moved at the same time, you sitting up on the sofa, eyebrows scrunched in concern as Eddie helped Steve kneel and then sit on the floor.
"Hey, shit I’m sorry Steve. Hey, its okay, you're okay yeah? You’re alright, next time you can be good for me, huh? Hey, its alright," Eddie immediately began soothing, brushing back Steve's sweaty hair while you knelt and lightly kissed his shoulders and back until he started breathing evenly. Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and made him look him in the eye, "hey, there's always next time right?" he remarked with a trademark grin, nosing at his jaw until Steve laughed and pushed him off.
"Next time."
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