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splishsplashyouropinionistrash · 2 years

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Yes, we’re back! Welcome to yet another episode of AFTG Hot Takes, the show where I try my very hardest to piss off the fandom at large.

Next on the chopping block: Thea Muldani

Oh Thea. Where to start, honestly? Should we start with her unhealthy relationship with her college exy team? How she stood by and watched as her boyfriend was abused? Or how about we talk about how old Kevin was when they started dating?

Yeah, I think so too.

Correct me if I’m wrong, because I don’t want to be spreading false facts, but when Thea was in the Nest, Kev was still in high school. She wasn’t there his sophomore year of college (when he broke his hand) because she’d already graduated. That means, at the very least, that there is a four-year difference between the two of them. Wouldn’t be that big of a deal if they were older, you know?

But they aren’t older. If Kev was 19 when he broke his hand, then Thea was 23 at the youngest. If that age gap is correct (it could be larger, but most likely not smaller) then when Thea turned 18, Kevin was only 14.

14.

Assuming Thea started college at 18 and our age gap is correct, then she has known Kevin since he was a freshman in high school.

I’m not sure when they started dating, but it’s reasonable to assume that it was before Kev enrolled at Edgar Allen. Even if they didn’t get together until his freshman year of college, there’s still a shit-ton of grooming going on.

I could also talk about how Thea defended EA at every turn, to the point where she blatantly ignored the abuse of her boyfriend. The abuse of a child.

Remember friends, silence = compliance. If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.

But I get it, trauma does awful things to your brain and your perception, and the Ravens have trauma pouring out both ears. So, I’m not going to go there. I don’t need to go there, because I have more than enough ammo with Thea’s predatory behavior.

Moral of the story, Thea has known Kevin since she was an adult and he was 14, if not younger. With some of my other posts, I’ve said that if these are things you can ignore then good for you, I won’t fault you for it.

Not this.

If, somehow, you can excuse this in your head, I’d honestly love to hear how. Because I don’t get it.

Uh... blah blah blah, still waiting on that hitman, Nora <3

#was this entire post my way of expressing that kevaaron is the superior kevin ship?#yes.#and i'd do it again bop bop #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #edgar allen ravens #thea muldani #kevin day #splishsplash originals

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emeanie · 15 days

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finding a good fanfic it's all fun and games until it's three am, I have to study and do work for four different classes but instead of catching up, I fucked up my sleep schedule by reading about the same two idiots falling in love again

#and i'd do it again bop bop #nobody asked but the fic is Picture perfect by sephlav #it was so much fun #not sure how I survived the day though because I had like 3h of sleep maybe haha #eme.txt #ok im sleeping now

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 20 days

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here's all the covers of all the ot 2023 contestants' first singles !!!

#vivitalksot #i will be doing a top 16 singles once i listen to dónde and enlokiá in two weeks time #for now i think my favourite is el remedio honestly #la mirá sigo aquí rompeolas and mis nenas are also pretty good i would say #i even bop to 404 and kombolewa from time to time #given how first singles usually go with ot. i'd say these are ok? not the worst and not the best #again. i haven't listened to dónde and i feel i will really like that one so maybe that will change my perception #i also have to listen to all of them again because some of these i've only listened to once or twice

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songsaboutwater · 5 months

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Breathe in, breathe out, survive

Keep my head above the water

Get my feet back on the sand

'Cause tomorrow might be all I get

#Bops for the people #Yeah this was a moment in time #To be 19 on the rail with my arms outstretched S C R E E C H I N G this #Then doing it again two years later for a full band set #Truly GOATed era #Ugh if I could time travel this would be a moment I'd go back to #Porter forest 2016 #This #And Rufus on the beach for bote #Take me back right this instant #SoundCloud

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pale-sun-kisses · 1 year

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I think a majority of AFAB people would go absolutely feral given half the chance. They're conditioned from an early age to be polite and "proper", but the absolute chaos when they stop that could drop an AMAB twice their size.

#trans things #transgender #feral behavior #I'm 5'1 and have taken down 6'1 men #and i'd do it again #bop bop

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thepoisonroom · 2 years

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#yes i allowed the sex education soundtrack to give me emotions and i'd do it again!!!!!!#personal nonsense #bops #Spotify

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fiepige · 4 months

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when you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers🎶

Thank you for the ask! 💜

some of the songs I've been listening to a lot this year are:

Outside - By Calvin Harris

Mona Lisa - By Dominic Fike (cause the atsv brainrot is real)

Hunter of Stars - By Sebalter (been listening to it on repeat while working on my fic lol)

Krystaller - By Hjalmer

Unhealthy - By Anne-Marie

Bouns: Basically the entire atsv ost (especially Gwen's ost)

#decided to just write some of the songs I've been listening to this year cause I'd never know what to choose otherwise lol #this also made me realise I don't actually listen to songs that often lol #it's mostly just soundtracks I have on repeat in the background while I'm doing stuff #I've been listening to the atsv soundtrack a lot #I'm currently listening to the dialga boss fight music from pmd #been listening to it for weeks lol #I'm listening to it right now #what can I say- it's a bop and it makes me nostalgic #idk I like to listen to the same stuff on repeat #I like it as background noise- that way I can listen to it while doing other things without getting distracted by it #and once again thank you for the ask!-#I would've sent it back as well but I saw you mention that you've already gotten it twice so I'll spare you lol #deritosmi #ask #my post

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btsbs · 6 months

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The song is by Cody Ko, a man also in his 30s. Yes we know what the toy is. You should check out the MV to it, it’s actually really good

I'm not sure if this is meant to be condescending or not but I'll choose to interpret it as well intentioned information sharing because that's what I would rather it be. There is SO much 90's referential stuff happening these days, I did originally think this was just some tik tok sample from someone who maybe didn't live through the toy being around to know. There is definitely a lot of that happening in pop culture overall right now- it doesn't make me mad it's just kind of wild to see things circle back into favor again with a group of people who didn't really experience it the first time around.

I did watch the video- it is good, and you can tell it's made by people who lived through those commands getting stuck in your head and haunting your thoughts as a child. It's also clear what the reference is when you watch it, if you didn't know beforehand then it's literally right there. I also immediately recognized Dillon Francis in there, I like dance music so the song itself is in my wheelhouse but I'm almost scared of listening to it more lest those stupid phrases get stuck in my head again.....

#i do appreciate this stuff #i don't have the time or the energy #to keep up with music as much as i'd like to any more #i don't have tik tok #i miss a lot of things #also my original tags were more a commentary on the bizarre feeling #of being old enough to see things circle around #than hating on the song itself #or for anyone not knowing about the original reference #bop it #it's already stuck in my head again fucking hell

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pseudowho · 15 days

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Papamin's Big Day

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When your first baby was 8 weeks old, she was booked in for her routine vaccinations. You were anxious, tense about seeing your tiny baby in pain.

Kento took the event very seriously indeed. He read all of the latest medical guidance on what to expect before, during and after the vaccinations. He stocked the house with two different types of newborn pain relief. He bought your favourite snacks, certain you'd be stressed and upset.

He booked three days off work, to be there on the day, and for the potential 48 hours of fever afterwards. He reassured you, constantly; the gentle, sincere reassurance of man used to far more stressful situations.

"Darling, she'll be absolutely fine," Kento mumbled into the top of your hair, one enormous hand stroking your trembling back, while the other held your tiny daughter, asleep in her car seat, "She'll hardly feel a thing. She won't remember a thing."

The Nurse was friendly, sweet, and experienced. You twisted your hands as she handed you information leaflets, and Kento nodded, calm and impassive, as she told him all the information he already knew. As the Nurse prepared the three injections, Kento turned to you, one great hand squeezing your thigh.

"I'll hold her?" He asked, and you nodded, mouth puckered as Kento kissed your forehead again. He reached two hands into the car seat, your tiny baby looking so dwarfed in his palms as he lifted her out onto his lap, gently undressing her as she scrunched, squeaking, cradled on his thighs. Kento shushed her, lifting her to his chest, nuzzling his nose into her hair. The picture of calm.

"Alright then! All ready, mummy and daddy?" The Nurse chirped, approaching with a sterile tray of vaccinations. You steeled yourself. Kento nodded, brisk.

It was all over in under ten seconds. Three swift needles, two to one thigh, and one to the other. Your baby girl's pain reaction was delayed for a moment, before she shrieked, a confused little cry, a cacophony of appalled tiny wails.

"Oh-- oh baby, my baby, come here," you cried, your face scrunched as you scooped her into your arms, cradling her under your chin, and bopping her around the room with bum-pats and shushes.

A few moments of tiny newborn cries passed...until you heard one heaving, strangled sob behind you. You turned round to Kento.

Kento stood, shaking as he faced the window, one arm wrapped across his chest to hold his elbow, the other hand cupping his face. You heard barely suppressed sniffles, and quiet gruff breaths.

"Kento, are you--...are you crying?"

"No, no, I'm-- I'm fine," Kento wept, sliding tears away with long fingers. Another sob wracked across his broad shoulders, more tears spilling down his face, sobbing again when his daughter wailed another pained cry.

The Nurse looked from Kento, to you, to Kento, silent as the grave. You walked slowly over to Kento, whose tears began to slow, giving his daughter a watery smile when she looked up at him with a quizzical, tearstained face.

Kento scooped her into his arms, drying his tears on her tiny velvet head. You rubbed Kento's arm, squeezing it, trying to stop your heart from bursting, with a little smile.

"Kento, do you...should we...go and get you a sandwich?" Kento sniffled, giving his daughter a kiss, nodding his thanks to the Nurse.

"Yes, uh...yes. I'd like that. Sorry."

"Don't...dont be sorry."

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delaber · 1 year

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To Let You Win (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

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Flufffffff 💖 (with a squint towards a smuttier theme hehe)

"Holy fuck it's hot in here," Bucky wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and resumes the fighting stance he'd been occupying before exclaiming that he was sweating balls.

"Alright," you laugh and flip the makeshift knife in your hand, "just tell me if you need a break to regain your strength, old man."

"Oh doll, I don't need a break," he grins and threateningly takes a step towards you without blinking, "I can take you with both arms tied behind my back."

There it is again...

One of those ill-timed comments that you try and laugh away in a poor attempt at hiding just exactly how bad they make your stomach churn and the back of your neck prickle.

Pretending that you do not have a major crush on the man standing in front of you has become full of feeble attempts, and to avoid embarrassing yourself, you settle on an equally threatening "I'd like to see you try," accompanied by a playful smile that you cannot hold back no matter how much you try to.

He winks at you before he, without warning, lurches forwards, swinging his fake dagger mere inches from your chest.

He's quick, but you're quicker, and while he's focusing on touching one of the spots you in unison decided would be considered a kill-zone, you jump as high as you can while wrapping your legs around his hips.

Immediately thrown off balance, he falls backwards and lands on the white felt floor with a dull thud followed by a grunt as your weight lands on top of him.

Before he can even move, you've pinned him to the floor with a knee placed on each side of his torso.

"Surrender?" you grin and lean forwards as you press your wooden weapon to his bopping Adam's apple.

"Okay, you got me," he laughs and raises his hands above his head to capitulate.

You know that he can easily flip the two of you around and turn his fake demise to his own advantage; place his entire weight between your legs as his thick thighs glue your hips to the spot, ready to devour you as he sinks his teeth into your neck, filling up the empty hole inside you that's constantly begging for his touch.

God, he smells amazing!

"Sweetheart," he chuckles from far away and you realise you've done it again; become lost as you daydream about your best friend fucking you into oblivion.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this," he places both hands on your hips and gently pushes you back with a stomach-flipping grunt, "- but my back is killing me, and I really need to change out of this shirt."

Your gaze falls to the hand you have carefully placed on top of his sternum, suddenly aware of the wet stains of his t-shirt and the heavy heartbeat drumming below your fingers.

"Of course," you immediately pocket your fake knife and release the grip you have on him as you stand up. "Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed by yourself and your inability to play it cool whenever you're around him.

"No worries," he winks at you from the side of the ring and reaches behind his head, grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it off with one swift movement.

You've seen him shirtless countless of times before, but it never ceases to amaze you just how good he looks. He has angry scars extending from his waistline, zig-zagging and digging into the skin lining his entire stomach and chest, reaching all the way up to the torn flesh of his shoulder and it makes him look so fucking beautiful. You know he hates the bare-chested sight of himself in the mirror, but you doubt there could ever be a single facet of Bucky Barnes that you would not love.

"You've been working on your takedown," he eyes you impressively, either ignoring your obvious stare, or choosing not to believe that you actually like him shirtless. "I can't wait to see you break Sam's back with that move," he chuckles, "I love when he's having his ass handed to him."

"I highly doubt that'll happen seeing as Sam doesn't let me win," you mock Bucky while adjusting the strip of cloth that is wrapped tightly around your knuckles. "He actually fights back when he's down."

"Come on, you had a knife pressed to my throat!" Bucky chuckles but you merely raise your eyebrow at him, well-aware that he stopped fighting for the sake of your keeping your confidence intact and not because you'd beat him.

"Okay, okay," he laughs at your dead-pan expression, "maybe I let you win a little. I want it to be fun for you too - so sue me."

"Buck, we're supposed to be training," you sigh, holding your hands out to the side, "how am I ever gonna get better if you won't give me a fair fight?"

"Sweetheart," he licks his lips and squints as he considers how to put his next words in the most delicate way possible. "I bench press more than you weigh... It's never gonna be a fair fight."

"Well if I don't get to practise on you, how do you reckon it'll go when I'm up against a guy your size for real?"

"A guy my size with seventy years of combat training and serum running through his veins? Sure, that's likely to happen..."

You ignore him. "Get down on your back and continue fighting me like you normally would."

He crosses his bulky arms over his chest while arching his eyebrow.

"I'm serious!”

"I don’t care," he shakes his head, “I’m not doing it.”

"Well if you don't, you can consider this our last training session."

"Come on - this is ridiculous!"

"Lie down, same as before."

"You've got to be kidding me," he mumbles under his breath as he rolls his eyes but he still ends up doing as you say. "Happy?" He defiantly throws his arms out to the side when he's once again lying with his back against the white felt.

"Can't say that I'm not enjoying this more obedient side to you," you laugh and sink down on top of him, straddling his chest again, "didn’t think you had it in you - where do you normally keep it?"

"Shut up."

"Then fight me."

"I'm not gonna fight you," he shakes his head.

"Bucky, do me like you normally would!"

His grin broadens in a boyish smile as his hand twitches near your thigh. "Really?" he laughs while licking his lips, mockingly slipping his eyes down to your chest and back up again. "You want me to do you like I normally would?" He winks.

Another stomach flip… You have to suppress a gulp.

"Shut up," you chuckle and lightly smack his arm to get his mind out of the gutter. "You know what I mean."

"Sweetheart," he sighs with serious eyes, his smile still perfectly in place, "- are you sure you really wanna do this?"

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yes, Barnes..."

"Alright - just remember that you asked for it," he shrugs before he quickly grabs your hips and shifts the position around.

You don't even get to yelp - you barely have time to register what the hell just happened before you're lying on your back with Bucky's lower half pressed to yours, trapping you in place.

His dog tags are dangling in the air between you and you can feel the heat radiating from off his bare chest that is panting enticingly right before your eyes.

"Now, are you happy?" He asks and makes a point of his statement by pressing himself closer to your body, so you're completely sandwiched between him and the floor with no means of escaping.

"Goddammit!"

To further underline his superiority, he pins your wrists together and forces them above your head, holding you steady with one hand only.

"Surrender?" He asks in the same mocking tone of voice you used before, his plump and grinning lips suddenly mere inches from yours.

You can feel your entire body stretching below his, how he drives his hips into yours to keep you in place.

"Fuck," you mumble in frustration and start wriggling your hips to try and get free. "Bucky!" You groan to get him to release you, but even you can hear how your struggling sounds come out almost moan-like, and you see how the smile on his face is suddenly replaced with small, almost inaudible gasps.

Immediately, you stop moving, suddenly aware of the excitement growing tight in his pants while the rest of his body is completely frozen above you.

"Sorry..." you gulp as you slowly look up at him, finding the panicked blue that is half-hidden behind long chestnut strands falling sinfully over his eyes.

You've never been in this position before; on rare occasions you have cuddled long into the night, arms and legs entangled on his bedsheets to the tune of a long-forgotten movie playing in the background - but this? This is different. It's not cute and cuddly.

The look in Bucky's eyes has shifted in a heartbeat, and it's not teasing anymore. It's raw. It's passionate. And when he quickly shifts his gaze down to your mouth and up again, you give in to what you've been wanting to do for months now.

Without thinking, you strain your neck upwards touching the side of his nose with yours, placing a soft kiss on his lips for the first time ever.

He's perplexed - still completely frozen - but when you let go of his mouth shortly after, he wrinkles his brows in silent frustration.

He's panting hard, digging his lower half into you as he looks at you with a fire ignited in his eyes you've never seen before.

You put your hand on his neck, pulling him down towards you, throwing your pillow-soft kisses out the window by placing your thumb on his chin, slipping your tongue inside his open mouth while you move your pelvis rhythmically against his.

"Sweetheart," he whispers with swollen and wet lips as he slightly pulls away. He's breathing hard but his entire body is heavy and relaxed as he looks down at you with lust written all over his warm face - and you choose that exact moment to attack.

Quickly, you wrap your legs around his body as you flip the two of you around so you're finally sitting on top of him again.

"What are you doing?" he pants, confused about your sudden movements.

"Winning," you whisper back with a grin.

It takes him a minute to register your words and set them in connection with the conversation you'd had just before your friendship had passed the point of no return, but when he does, he throws his head back with a frustrating grunt at your dirty trick.

"Not cool," he shakes his head with a chuckle, half-amused, half-annoyed. "Not cool at all. You had me all excited," he groans and puts his hands on your hips, pressing you down on his hard erection.

"Tell me I'm winning," you chuckle as you run your fingers down his chest, suggestively arching your back while he's turning into a mess beneath you.

"Fuck," he groans and rubs circles over your thighs as his erection grows a little harder. "You better not be doing this to the guys you fight in the field."

You put your hand atop of his sternum and slowly start rocking your hips back and forth against him, arching your back while rubbing yourself along the tight bulge underneath you. "Tell me I'm winning."

"You win! You win!" he pants and traces his fingers down your throat and cleavage, laying his palms flat over your stomach as he angles his hips upwards. "Just... don't stop. Don't stop."

"Kiss me, Bucky," you whisper and pull on his dog tags so he can only inch closer to your craving lips.

"Oh doll, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!" he groans sensually with pink cheeks as he finally reclaims your mouth.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes friends to lovers

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the-demonus-aunt · 1 year

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Which of the demon brothers and dateables do you think would be into hunting you (primal/fear kink)? Could you write some headcanons or thirsts for those you feel would be into it? 💖 Thank you! 💖

CN nsft. mentions of force and violence. mentions of blood. dead doves and stuff.

Sex with Beel is almost always primal. He doesn't consider it a kink, though. Just letting loose is how you enjoy yourself, no?

And I mean, Asmo's into anything really, especially if it turns you on.

Satan isn't into it - it reminds him too much of his sin.

Mammon will do it if you're into it, but honestly, it weirds him out a bit.

Diavolo has a dark side, so he might just enjoy some nice hunting trips.

Barbatos isn't particularly interested, but he will absolutely try it for you.

Solomon has tried it all. This one's not for him.

Some of them, however...some of them....

Belphie? A little bitch for humiliation and fear.

He's towering over you, bloodlust shimmering in his eyes. Frankly, he's too sleepy to hunt, but he'll keep his eyes open when he smells fear.

And the juiciest feeling of horror is pooling between your legs right now. If only he knew how much you craved this. Or did he...?

"Lowly little human. So small. So fragile. All the things I could do to you..." He slowly grabbed your wrist and dragged his teeth along the soft side of your underarm. The marks he left were a warning. A promise.

You whimper as he reaches that soft spot right before your hand and bites down hard until metal fills his greedy mouth. Belphie moans. "I'll devour you, sweet thing."

When he lifts his gaze back up to you, you hardly recognise the demon anymore. The eclipse that has taken over his irises is enough to send chills down your spine and a wet trail down your leg.

Levi, I think, doesn't have it in him to hunt, when it comes to you. But...

When the otaku told you about his kink, you felt that too familiar tingle. When he clarified, it was first replaced with confusion: He...wanted you...to hunt him?

If you're honest, you're usually rather submissive. And now you are supposed to take him?

When it finally happens, all doubts are abandoned. Replaced by the exhilarating feeling of his struggling limbs beneath you and the way his eyes widen until there's more white than orange.

As you ruthlessly sink down onto him, violently bopping up and down, dropping the lewdest, most uncontrolled noises, you can feel him twitch inside you.

This was it. You got him and now you're making him yours. Oh, the way he feels so deep inside you as you let loose. Oh, how his whimpers make you chase high after high.

I believe in Simeon's corruption kink more than I have ever believed in Jesus so...

"Did you think I'd be gentle, MC? Did you think I'd show mercy?" A cold, dead laugh falls out of the angel's mouth, as he pants from the hunt.

He's holding you down on the forest ground and already forcing himself into you. Pain and pleasure mix deliciously as he presses on, while you're still trying to gasp for air.

Oh how you had run and run and he still got you effortlessly. "How do I feel? Am I too much for you? Good." Simeon grunts.

"J- just right," you sigh as you welcome him in again and again.

"Is that so? Have I not been brutal enough, hm? I'll fix that right away." And just a second later, you drown in pain and love and terror.

Honestly? Being hunted by Lucifer is probably a bit like playing Slenderman.

You're not running. You're hiding, moving slowly in the dark. Never staying in one place too long, never neglecting to stay silent and sharp.

You'll fuck Mammon up so bad if you get out of this alive. Blaming you for his nonsense bc "he won't punish YOU". Yeah right. Now here you were, adrenaline making your veins feel rough and raw.

"Did you think, you could hide, love?" He has you pinned against a tree before you can react.

Your sobbing is only making him harder and he doesn't pause to fully undress you or himself before he slams into you, holding you against the tree bark.

It takes you two thrusts to melt into him, two more to grab his hips and urge him to go even harder.

"Fuck, love. Take me like the good girl you are. Yes, like that."

And between your clit rubbing against the clammy tree and his dick hitting that one spot over and over again and between his hands grabbing you harshly and his body warming yours, you fall apart.

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ikigaisvt · 9 months

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Mirror, mirror on the wall...

who is the horniest of them all? (part 2)

in which Jeonghan punishes you for being a brat.

pairing: jeonghan x reader, dom!jeonghan x sub!reader (implied seungcheol x reader?) words count: 1k content: smut warnings: mirror kink, dirty talk, begging, jeonghan is Mean and a menace, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, masturbation (m), use of vibrator (reader), cum, implied future threesome w seungcheol, talk of exhibitionism(?) and they like it, reader has female parts, petnames (for reader: doll, slut/my slut, sweet thing, baby, poor thing, pretty angel / for jeonghan : hannie, baby) note: im sick in the head... MINORS DNI. you will be blocked. i hope everyone else enjoys it tho,, i didn't think i'd be writing smut anytime soon but jeonghan has an unheatlhy grip on me! and ofc i had to make it about seungcheol one way or another... anyway, please reblog and give feebacks. enjoy!

"Doll, look at yourself." Jeonghan demands behind you. Unfortunately (for you, let's be honest) you can't look away from him. He is a sight to behold.

It's like your eyes have been doing a constant up and down through the mirror for the past 10 minutes - since Jeonghan started what he likes to call your punishment (but is it really one?)

You first start to look at his hair, the way it falls down to touch his shoulders or the way it's sticking to his forehead with sweat. Then your eyes quickly fall down to his; they are demanding and strict, and the soft look they usually adorn is long gone. Soon enough, you get lost in his face and his soft features, the way his cheeks are still the cheeks you wanna pinch, his nose is still the nose you wanna bop and his lips is still the lips you wanna kiss. No matter how hard he goes, you will always have a soft spot in your heart for him, you realize.

You move down to his body, his skin looking so soft you almost reach out your hand to touch him through the mirror - he is like a mirage, almost. You feel a whine forming in your throat but you push it down, not wanting to give him any kind of satisfaction.

But truly, you are already gone when you see his cock in the mirror, the tip red and dripping with precum. He's hard and hot, you almost ask to help him - but you know you'll only be turned down. So, you have no choice but to look and look and look at him, his hand going up and down again and again and again, in a perfect rhythm. And you endure the pain of not touching him and the pleasure seeping through your veins as the vibrator goes on and on and on against your clit.

"H-Hannie," you hear yourself whimper, "please-"

"What did I say? Look. At. Yourself." he answers your plea sternly.

And that's when you meet your own gaze in the mirror for a second before looking at your own body. Your eyes are trained on your chest; you are covered in marks and hickeys - just like your lover adores it. You see your hands trying to grab at anything as if it will make the pleasure less intense once you get a grip of something. And shyly, your eyes fall down between your legs; your pussy is leaking with juice, making a mess on the carpet and you can see - and feel the way it's begging for release. As you realize the dirtiness of the whole scene Jeonghan has made for you two, you can't help the moan escaping your mouth.

"Pussy looking so good my slut can't help but moan?" Jeonghan sneers behind you, making your gaze go up in the mirror and meeting his frame sat down at the edge of the bed, his hand still chasing a release.

"Fuck- Jeonghan," you moan again, "Please please please- let me come"

"You have to say sorry first, sweet thing." Jeonghan answers, still showing no sign of struggling.

"S-Sorry?" you ask, confused, "For what?" you say, meeting up his gaze.

"Baby, have I already surrendered you stupid?" he chuckles, "And you still haven't got my dick. Poor thing."

You moan at the idea of getting fucked, you moan so loud it's embarrassing and you wish the members on the other side of the hotel wall can't hear you.

Fuck. Hotel. The members. Seungcheol.

"Fuck I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-" you voice out, almost like a mantra.

"Oh, you remember now?" Jeonghan sneers behind you, "You remember throwing yourself at Seungcheol? Remember when you sat down next to him and panted at the way his arms looked? The way you almost gasped when he showed you a pic of his tattoo- fuck-" he curses, finally showing signs of wanting a release as much as you.

"I’m so sorry please Hannie- fuck, I’m gonna cum" you say, feeling the wave build up and up.

"Don't you fucking dare." Jeonghan commands, "Hold it off. Don't cum."

"Fuck- yeah okay okay-" you moan out loud.

"I bet you'd like him to hear you, to see you like this, wouldn’t you?" he mocks as you sob, not even hiding the fact that you are so turned on by the thought, "Can't believe I got myself such a slut instead of a pretty angel." he sneers behind you.

"Jeonghan-" you cry, feeling tears fall down on your cheeks.

"Oh, my slut is crying now? What is it, hm?" he asks you in a condescending tone, "Are you crying for him or for me? For his cock or for my cock?"

"F-For you" you manage to answer between two sobs, your voice breaking.

"Yeah? That's a good girl." he praises you for the first time, "Do you wanna come now? Wanna come for me?"

"Yes-" you answer greedily.

"Ask nicely then." he orders, making you work for it.

"Please- Jeonghan, please let me cum? Please I'll be good i promise I'm so sorry please please" you say, not even sure you're making sense anymore.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me."

And you do. Hard. The waves crashes on you again and again and again, never stopping, never taking a break, and you almost feel like you are going to pass out but you breath in and out, just like Jeonghan spent months teaching you - and you make it through the biggest orgasm of your life. You finally open your eyes and you meet Jeonghan’s gaze in the mirror, his stomach covered in cum but his cock still hard and his hand gripping around his tip. That's when you realize the vibrator is still in you, its intense buzzing overstimulating you. You almost feel like you are back to the beginning of the night. Almost.

"Hannie, baby-" you choke out, "I came, you can turn it off."

"You sweet thing, you really thought I’d be making you come only once," he chuckles, "I need to make you admit you want Seungcheol to join us." he states, making you gasp, "Oh and doll, look at yourself." he smirks.

You really are back to the beginning.

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tonysslut · 5 months

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just your boss

pls do not copy or repost my work

this is kinda long but i'm so obsessed with it and i hope you guys love it just as much!!

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you internally rolled your eyes as you watched as everyone started to leave for the night. it was a friday night and most of the work had been given to you, like usual—countless documents to go over, meetings to set up, and a plethora of emails to be sent.

the vast majority your coworkers despised you, especially your female coworkers. they were all under the impression that you were having an affair with your boss. the he looked at you, brought you coffee every morning, and even gave you your own office was proof enough for them.

if it weren't for you overhearing them talking about you, you would've never realized why they treated you the way they did.

"she's such a whore. sleeping with tony just to keep her job." she said with disgust in her tone and a not so subtle eye roll.

you weren't totally oblivious. you were aware he treated you a little differently than everyone else, but you just assumed it was because you were new, but that treatment continued as the months went by.

and you definitely weren't blind, he was attractive—very attractive. he towered over you, his dark brown hair flecked with gray here and there. he had one ring on his pinky, the gold band always shined bright as he walked through the office.

with most of the office empty, you knew you'd be able to get a decent amount of work done, giving yourself a nice head start for the following workweek.

tony observed you from his office, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read your screen. he smiled as you bopped your head to the music that played through your headphones.

he admired how hard you always worked, even when the rest of his employees attempted to make your job more difficult.

you were so lost in your work that you didn't notice tony leaving his office, standing in front of your cubicle. you let out a startled gasp as you looked up.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he let out a breathy laugh, you laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reaction.

"it's okay. i didn't notice you were there. can i do anything for you?" you ask, taking your headphones off to look up at him.

"what are you still doing here? you should've left a few hours ago." he stated, walking around to look at your screen. you felt his colonge seep into your system as he leaned in close to you, cocking your neck to see his profile from the side.

he sensed your gaze and turned to meet yours, smiling.

you turned red when his eyes met yours. internally cursing at yourself for staring like an idiot.

"um, i'm just getting ahead. i don't have anything planned tonight so i figured i'd stay a bit later and get some work out of the way. i can leave if you're on your way out." you offered, not wanting him to stay longer so he could close once you left.

you noticed tony's eyes drop to your lips for split second. he shook his head. "no, i don't mind." he stood up straight turning around to walk back to his office but he suddenly stopped. "actually, could you come into my office for a second? i could use you're help with something."

you nodded your head, followed him.

you loved the view he had in his office, big windows from the floor to the ceiling that showed off the beautiful city. the room was pretty dark apart from a small lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating enough to see what he needed to see.

he reached under his desk and pulled out a thick binder, flipping through it till he found what he needed.

"i like to keep track of sales here." he point at the spreadsheet. "but, it's not very organized. i used to know what was what but i lost track and want to sort it out. any suggestions?" he says resting his hands on the desk to be eye level with you.

once again you find yourself staring again but pull yourself together quicker this time.

"well, you can go by dates." you look down at the binder, noticing he has dates by each number. "if you don't mind, i can go through and but the dates in order on a new spreadsheet and have it ready by monday." you say with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear when you look back up and find him already looking at you.

"thank you for the offer, but i can do it myself." he smiles at you. the lighting in his office enhances your feature and he can't bring himself to take his eyes off you. "you work harder than everyone else, no reason for me to pile on anything more."

you smile at his comment, realizing he does notice your attempt at being a good employee.

your smile made tonys heart skip a beat, he wasn't sure why but he started to lean into you, and you didn't stop him. his soft lips pressed against yours, leading you into a gentle kiss. you let it happen, tasting the mint gum he had previously had.

he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. even with him bending down, you still had to crane your neck upwards to reach his lips. the kiss was quickly become more and more passionate. neither one of you could get enough.

tony pulled away at the lack of air, pressing his forehead against yours. "tell me to stop." he whispered, catching his breath.

part of you wanted to tell him to stop, you shouldn't be crossing the line on professionalism like this. but the other half wanted this, so you kept quite, locking your eyes with his.

your eyes told him all he needed to know, he rushed back in, kissing you harder, placing his big hands on the back of your legs, lifting you up and setting you on the edge of his desk.

his hands roamed your body, reaching the end of your shirt to pull it off you. he start to kiss down your neck when you pull of his jacket, quickly undoing the buttons on shirt.

the way he feels against you has you feeling dizzy. his touch feels so good. he reaches your bra and unclasps it, you move your arms so it falls right off.

"god, you're beautiful." he says as he pulls back away from you, slipping his shirt off.

you also take the chance to admire him, he was just pure muscle, sculpted by god himself.

he reaches around you and unzips your skirt, you lift your hips so he can pull them off, taking your panties off as well. he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and kneels in front of you. your body feels like it's on a fire at this point.

he leans in and licks your cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. his warm tongue laps up your arousal, humming against you at your taste. he wastes no time, sucking your clit into his mouth and massage his fingers around your hole.

you lean back on your hands and watch as he eats you out, his eyes locking with yours when he pushes two fingers inside you. his thick fingers stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

he thrusts them in and out before he curls them upwards. between his tongue and fingers, you can't hold yourself up anymore, dropping yourself onto your back. your hand finds it's way into his hair, slightly tugging at his roots. a moan vibrates against you at the action, causing you to arch your back.

you were embarrassed at how fast your orgasm was approaching but tony just encouraged you, moving faster, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.

your release hit you like a truck. vision blurring, stomach tightening, legs shaking around his head, hands tugging harshly at his hair. he didn't slow down his movements, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. he only pulled away when you started to push him away at how sensitive you had gotten.

he rested his head against your thigh and watched as you catched your breath, he could still feel the subtle shake of your legs. pressing kisses against your leg, he made his way up your body to your lips. you moaned at the taste of yourself, sitting up so you could undo his pants.

you pushed them down and let him kick them off. grabbing his cock, you stroke him as you two continue to kiss. you could feel how big he was, throbbing in your hand. pulling away, you slightly lean back and line him up with your entrance.

he looks down at you, almost as if asking for permission. you nod your head and he slowly pushes into you. the moan that leaves your lips is involuntarily, he stretches you out in ways you never felt before.

you hear him curse under his breath when he's fully nestled inside you. he just rests inside you, letting you get accustomed before he pulls out. he movements are slow, letting you feel each and every inch.

"you feel so good." he groans, placing his hands on your hips.

his deep voice just turns you on more; the slow movements are like torture, you needed more.

"please. please move faster." you almost beg, gripping his bicep for extra support.

he puts his arms under your legs to push them upwards, almost pinning them against you. he thrusts faster, deeper. leaning down, he kisses you, letting you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer. the kiss is mainly the two of you moaning into each others mouths.

he suddenly feels bold and picks you up off the desk and walks towards the glass, pressing you against it so he can thrust up into you. the cool glass against your warm skin feels amazing and the risk of potentially being seen, excites you.

he reaches deeper inside you in this position, hitting your g-spot with each stroke. you throw you head back, pleasure courses through every part of your body.

tony leans forward and places kissing on your exposed throat, making his way towards your sweet spot, sucking on the skin.

"i'm so close. tony, please."

your whining spurs him on. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up and uses his free hand to rub your clit. the added stimulation has your toes curling. his movements speed up, deep moans vibrate through his chest.

he knows your close, he can feel your cunt squeeze his cock, making it harder for him move.

"cum, baby. go ahead." he whispers, choking out a moan when his own release hits him.

this one is 10x more intense then the first one. your entire body goes stiff, you can't control the moans that leave your mouth as it washes over you.

tony rests his head against your shoulder as he fills you up. he's never had an orgasm this stronger before. he gently places you places you on the floor, legs wobbling when your feet meet the ground.

"stay here, let me grab some tissues." he says before rushing over to his desk.

you lean against the glass, still catch your breath from the orgasm you just had. he leans down to clean the mess between your legs, doing his best to get you as clean as possible.

you smile at him when he stands straight, appreciating that he took the time to clean you up. he picks up your clothes and helps you get dressed after just throwing on his pants and shirt.

"let me go get you some water." he says, leaving the office.

suddenly it's like your mind clears and you realize what just happened, a wave of guilt washes over you and you find yourself panicking.

the break room was on the other side of the floor so you step out of the office and quickly grab your things from your cubicle, rushing into the elevator so you could leave.

you made a huge mistake sleeping with your boss.

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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could you write steve harrington x reader x eddie munson?

something like, Eddie invited Steve to see his band playing at a bar and during the presentation Steve starts to flirt with the reader cause he thinks she's the most gorgeous girl ever, and hes actually happy cause she is flirting back, and when the show ends Eddie gets to them and he is like "yeah shes my girlfriend but don't worry we like to share"

Hi, thanks so much for your request! This got a bit long, but I hope you like it :)

Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Steve knows that, in theory, he's supposed to be here for Eddie. And Eddie is good, commanding the attention of the entire bar, the colored lights seeming to shine more brightly upon him. It's unfair to his bandmates, really, but Eddie's just like that. Has been from the first time Steve met him, and he's grown more fascinated with the other man each day since.

It's part of why, when Eddie had asked Steve and no one else to come to his show that night, Steve hadn't hesitated before cancelling his plans with Robin. But now that he's here, he finds his attention unwillfully divided between the bright, shining star on the stage and the girl beneath it, glowing softly like the moon.

It seems like every bit of light that catches Eddie refracts back onto you, and you beam up at him, clearly enamored. Steve knows the feeling. Maybe it's that kinship that drives him towards you, maybe it's something else, but Steve finds himself drifting through the crowd, letting himself be bashed around by overenthusastic moshers, until he's beside you.

"Do you know their stuff?" he shouts over the music, jerking his chin towards the band.

You smile, eyes roaming his face appreciatively, and Steve's mouth goes utterly dry. He didn't begrudge you the attention you were bestowing upon Eddie, but having it directed at him is something different entirely. Steve wonders if he's never been properly looked at in his life, if this is what it's supposed to feel like.

"I do!" Your enthusiasm is adorable, and Steve finds himself grinning back at you as if in a trance. "I go to all of their shows. Is this your first one?"

"Yeah," Steve says, debating whether to tell you he knows someone in the band. What if you want him to introduce you to Eddie? He's not sure if he could stand watching as the two most gorgeous people he's ever seen get together right in front of him; Steve's too selfish for that.

He's saved from his moral dilemma when you nod cheerfully, as if Steve's just given more than a bland, one-word response. "Yeah, didn't think I'd seen you here before. Whaddya think?"

This, he can answer with complete honesty. "I really like it. They're awesome." Some of them more of others, in Steve's opinion. But he might be biased.

You look downright jubilant at his answer, and Steve's happy to have something in common with you. "Aren't they?" you yell back, still bopping your head to the rhythm even as you devote most of your attention to Steve. Eddie starts on a guitar solo, and you both abandon your conversation to watch, whooping above the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie grins, Steve's not sure which one of you it's directed at. Once the chorus starts again, you grab at Steve's collar, pulling him closer so you can yell in his ear. He's eager to oblige you. "You should come to more shows, if you can. I'd love to have someone to hang out with."

Steve hopes the lighting is camoflaging his blush, but there's no hiding the beaming grin that comes to his face at what he hopes you're implying. "Sounds good to me," he yells back, taking the opportunity to put his hand in your hair under the premise of gaining easier access to your ear. "Actually, I'm really thirsty. Come to the bar with me for a drink? I'll buy."

You agree without any further persuasion, and while neither of you ever takes your attention completely off the band, you spend the rest of the set chatting at the bar. By the time Eddie hops down from the stage, your hands are joined on the bartop, and you're running your thumb along Steve's knuckle flirtatiously. Eddie heads straight for the two of you and Steve wilts slightly, knowing the jig is up, but when Eddie grins at him, he can't help but smile back. It's an automatic response.

"Hey," Eddie greets him, before his eyes find you. "Hi, sweet thing." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and your cheek dimples where he kisses it. "Did you have fun?"

You hum in happy affirmation. "I met Steve."

Eddie chuckles. "Yeah, I can see that, baby." His gaze falls on Steve, who's busy wishing a sinkhole would open under his seat and swallow him up. "I was gonna introduce you to my girlfriend after the show, but it seems like you found each other without me."

"Your girlfriend," Steve repeats dazedly. He looks between the two of you, waiting for someone to be offended. Should it be him? You were flirting with him too, or had he misread everything? There was no way Eddie didn't see your hands atop the bar, fingers intertwined. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were together. I wouldn't've—"

"Shit, relax, Harrington," Eddie laughs, and now Steve's definitely offended. How could he have thought Eddie liked him, when he would laugh at Steve's humiliation like this? "My bad, I should've explained. Y/N is my girlfriend, but we're not...exclusionary."

Steve says nothing, letting his flabberghasted expression speak for him.

"I was sort of hoping you guys would hit it off tonight. We're into sharing," Eddie says it casually, as if its not the most surprising and objectively the best news Steve has heard in his entire life.

"Wait." Steve wants to be sure he has this right. "So you," he looks at Eddie, grinning smugly as he watches Steve put it together, "and you," he turns to you, gazing at him with kind, hopeful eyes, "are in a relationship, but you want...me, to be in your relationship too?"

"If you want to," you say softly, squeezing Steve's hand. "Eddie's been campaigning for this for weeks, and after tonight, I'm pretty sold on the idea too." You laugh a little, and Steve realizes, for the first time, that you're nervous.

"Yeah." Steve's palm is sweaty against yours, but the answer comes to him easily. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Eddie doesn't seem surprised, necessarily, but his smile is giant and goofy, and you seem equally thrilled. "Then how about I order us some more drinks?"

Steve's only had one tonight, but as Eddie slings his other arm around his shoulder, wrapping the three of you in a loose hug, he feels plenty drunk already.

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roosterbruiser · 10 months

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“murmuring sweet things into their ears” with cherry and rooster 🥹🥹

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

When you sleep, you're very quiet.

The kind of quiet that is made up of noiseless fluttering lashes and soft swallows and tiny sighs and satin sheets gliding across your skin like warm margarine on the smooth surface of brioche. You're smaller, too--smaller than you usually are. Knees drawn to your chest like a fetus, hands tucked under your pillow as if in prayer, cheek pressed against the bed with the slight weight of your dreams.

More than quiet, though--you're still.

You're finally fucking still. You're not bopping around the corner, ducking out of the room at a precise and crucial moment when Rooster is finally distracted enough to peel his vision from you, to take a bump with Jake. You're not stripping naked, pressing yourself up against the glass sliding doors and lewdly kissing the glass with your mouth open and tongue out while Rooster tries to make a business call. You're not flipping through his records while he reclines on the sofa with a drink and a cigar, insisting that he modernize his collection. You're not loudly singing How Deep Is Your Love while drinking your seventh Harvey Wallbanger, slinky nightgown slipping off your shoulders and bare toes digging into the rug in the living room.

Right now, you're very quiet and very still. You fell asleep as soon as he shifted the Thunderbird into gear, at first against your window with your lipstick staining the glass. But then Rooster leaned over, hooked his hand around the delicate column of your throat, and pulled you until your cheek was against his thigh and your body was stretched out across the leather seats.

And that's where you've been ever since--sleeping on his lap.

The two of you were out at dinner almost all night with the usual crowd--licking your fingers clean of the salt that covered the calamari, crunching the sugary ice from your Harvey Wallbanger's, laughing at everything and nothing, dancing to a few songs with Jake while everyone watched on.

Rooster knew you were tired--you usually are after your fifth or sixth drink, especially if you're not taking bumps every half hour. He noticed, too, that you had been seated for closer to two hours. That's almost a record for you at this point.

"Gonna knock out, Cherry-baby?" He asked you quietly, moving your hair from your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the curve of your jaw.

With your elbows resting on the table and your disposition sunny--but your eyes heavy and your smile loose--you'd just softly shaken your head at him.

"Right," he said, all disbelief and sarcasm. He took a sip of his drink. "No sleep for the wicked, right?"

You stuck your tongue out at him and he leaned over quick, pressing his mouth against yours, welcoming your sugar-coated tongue.

"You're nasty," you whispered to him, obviously delighted.

"You make me nasty," Rooster whispered back.

Now Rooster is just driving around. Really, he could've been home a little bit over half an hour ago. But you're sleeping so soundly, so silently, so still that he can't bring himself to make the turn into the neighborhood. He just keeps making turns, chewing on a cigar as he listens to the radio on low.

He can feel every precious breath falling from your lips, all soft and delicate and warm. He's stroking your hair with one hand while he steers with the other, his own eyes growing heavy.

He glances at the clock--it's almost two.

He's just about to turn around, to finally start back home, when you turn your face suddenly. He looks down at you, brows raised in surprised, and you're blinking up at him with your eyes shining and bleary.

"Roo?" You whisper, slurring.

"Yeah, baby?" He responds, cupping your cheek.

"I love you so much," you whisper. "I just...I don't know what I'd do without you, daddy. I think I was lost before, you know?"

And then you're turning your cheek again, lulled by the movement of the car and Rooster's scent and the radio softly playing. You're warm all over from this love, from him, from the protection you feel.

Rooster's shocked for a moment--too stunned to speak. His heart is beating so hard, so fast, that he thinks it might fall out of his chest and into your hair. Squaring his jaw, he holds your hair.

"I'd do anything for you," Rooster whispers to you, though he knows you're sleeping again. A passing streetlight makes your face glow gold. "You saved me, baby. You saved me."

Rooster digs you all the time--in every state, in every way, in every fashion. But right now, right this second, it's the most he's ever loved you.

This feeling, that overwhelming affection that chokes him and coaxes him and makes him feel like his skin is being lit on fire from the inside out, swells up in him at least twice a week. And even thought it happens so often, he knows that it is true every time.

You snuggle further into him, deaf to his words.

"I love you," he finishes. "I really, really love you, Cherry-baby."

☿ 𝐚/𝐧: this is NOT a chapter obviously!! this is just a little oneshot that takes place sometime between chapter six-eleven. you can decide when!! it felt so good to get back into writing them!!

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thornsnvultures · 11 months

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bff!eddie x reader, fluff 🦝💓 cw: smoking/🍃 mention

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It's finally the weekend. You're spending it the way you usually do, lazing about Eddie's house. He's sitting on the floor quietly strumming his guitar and humming to himself while you lay on his bed and stare at the ceiling. It's not much but lately it's been your favorite way to pass the time.

You watched a movie and smoked with him earlier and as always the two of you wound up back in his room, talking about nothing.

"Eddie?"

He didn't look up from his guitar, just made a noise that told you he was listening and kept strumming.

"What would you do if you got, like, cursed by a witch and turned into a raccoon?"

"What do you mean? I am a raccoon."

"Pffft," you blow a raspberry and softly bop him on the head, the only part of him you can reach without getting up. "No really, what would you do?"

You can tell he's thinking so you give him a second. Your hand stays on his head, lightly scratching through his curls.

"Probably eat trash and sleep all day," he finally shrugs. "I don't know. What do raccoons do all day?"

"I don't know." You've never really thought about it before. But now you are and you're giggling at the thought of them having little raccoon jobs during the day. Maybe turning to a life of raccoon crime at night. Eddie starts laughing because you're laughing, doesn't matter he doesn't know what you're laughing at.

After a couple minutes you settle and go back to scratching, smiling at the back of Eddie'a head. "Would you...still hang out with me?"

"Who's cans do you think I'm rattling around in all day, baby?" Eddie's rolls his head back on the bed and winks at you.

"Nooooo," you break out into a fit of giggles again, hiding your face. "Don't rattle my cans!"

You hate how that wink replays in your mind again and again when your eyes are closed. You force yourself to open them and move your hands. The ceiling reminds you to chill. It's not like that for the two of you. Winking, flirting. It's just how Eddie is.

"I'd let you in. So you don't have to go dumpster diving. Feed you hotdogs. Or pizza."

"Even if I had fleas? Or ticks or something?"

"Yeah."

Eddie makes a noise like he's surprised at how easily you said yes.

"I'd give you a bath," you smile to yourself. "A bubble bath. Do you think raccoons like baths?"

"I saw one swimming in a pond one time," Eddie shrugs. "So maybe?"

Eddie stops strumming and puts his guitar down. He turns to face you, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress. A smile passes between the two of you and you turn on your side to see him better.

"Would you try to break my curse or would you like me better as a raccoon?"

"I mean, you'd make an adorable sidekick."

You play with the rings on his fingers instead of meeting his eyes. Eddie watches.

"True. But what kind of princess has a raccoon sidekick? Don't they usually have birds or mice?"

You roll onto your stomach, hiding your groan in his pillow. It smells too much like him and you can't handle him calling you a princess. You just can't. Not when he looks at you like that. His big brown eyes looking up at you like you really are a real life princess. It's too much.

"Do you know how to break a curse?" Eddie's question pushes through your inner turmoil. When you peek out at him he's still got that look but it's different somehow too. And your hand is still on his.

"Yeah," you gulp down your stupid overwhelming feelings. "Princesses are great at breaking curses."

Eddie's grin is megawatt, almost too much to look at. "Yeah? How would you turn me back?"

"Well, there is one way princesses usually break curses..."

"What way is that?"

You can't look at him. He's doing it to you on purpose, making you all flustered like this. He knows what you mean, knows how all the fairy tale princess stories end.

"With a kiss."

He's close, right there next to your head on his pillow, leaning into your space just a breath away. His hand is holding yours, probably has been in a while, and when he squeezes it all your fear fizzles away.

And you kiss him. First on the tip of his nose. Like he really was a raccoon with a curse to break. And then his lips before you can change your mind.

"Did it work?"

"Yeah," Eddie croaks and you laugh. "I was worried it wouldn't."

"Me too."

Eddie kisses you again, holds your face in his hands and really kisses you. And just like that the curse is lifted.

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