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chaoticbardlady99 · 3 months

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Twists and Turns (Astarion x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Astarion initially rejected you and you turn your attentions elsewhere- to his surprise.

By the time Astarion realizes his feelings for you- it’s too late. You and Gale are happy together and Astarion would never ruin that for you, but sometimes fate surprises us. Especially Astarion- who never thought he’d see Gale as a hero.

CW: Character death, angsty?, fluffy, crotch goblins (children)

Pairings: Gale Dekarios x F! reader and Astarion Acunin x F! reader- also some dadstarian

✨lightly edited✨

Author note: I was inspired by @thedomesticanthropologist post regarding an unconventionally attractive Tav. I didn’t really touch on it too much, but it is apart of the story to an extent. Please be kind because my writer’s anxiety has been so bad I almost deleted my blog entirely 🫣

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Photo belongs to @venenum-cadaverinus on Tumblr

By the time Astarion had fallen in love with you- it had already been too late.

Oh he flirted with you, called you beautiful when he believed you weren’t much to look at, and then you had come up to ask if he would want to go look at stars with you the night of the Tiefling party. Astarion couldn’t get himself to even pretend he wanted to indulge in you. He assumed you were only wanting to sleep with him and he was not about to sleep with you just because you asked. Astarion no longer has to do anything anyone asks of him.

“I have standards.”

Your face falls and the book of Astronomy in your hand nearly slips.

“Oh- I,” you clear your throat, “I’m sorry to have bothered you then.”

He had rolled his eyes when he came back from being with whatever Tiefling woman he had approached- you had been crying quietly in your tent.

Astarion found the whole thing unattractive and well, really he found you unattractive. Astarion has a preference for traditionally beautiful people and you would never be that. You would surely get over it eventually and if he’s lucky, you’ll just be an annoying kicked puppy who will do anything for him like you have been since he met you.

So, for whatever reason, Astarion assumed everything would go back to normal the next day and the two of you would fall back into the usual routine- he sits and reads while you eat breakfast in the mornings, he talks about whatever book he is reading, you ask him questions about himself, and then you go about your days separately until going through the same motions for dinner. Astarion fights next to you and you protect each other. You are smitten with Astarion and he has you wrapped around his pinkie finger like he wanted.

So imagine his surprise when you don’t come out for breakfast or dinner at all- at least not to sit with him. All of a sudden, Gale is with you all the time. He had seen the man come up to you while you were holding your book and he hugged you- the wizard even glared at Astarion while he was doing it.

Astarion upped his game after that, but nothing he said ever reached you anymore. He’d call you beautiful and he’d watch you visibly flinch. He asked you to go to bed with him and you told him no- you wanted to be with someone who thought you were special and beautiful. Astarion said he does think that. You got angry with him and told him to stop lying- go back to “having standards”. Your anger stung and he knew it was justified, but the little pieces of your trust he could get eventually blossomed into a friendship. Only, now he wanted more and Astarion was entirely infatuated with you.

He had decided to tell you how he felt one night before the descent into the Shadow Cursed Lands, but you were quickly swept away by Gale the moment Astarion tried to come talk to you.

Gale was dragging you off somewhere very specific and when Astarion let his nosiness get the best of him- it dawned on him that he had truly lost you 2 months ago when he had said what he said.

You peer through a telescope excitedly, telling Gale about all your favorite constellations and why. He shares his own knowledge with you and you are wide eyed, fascinated- leaning in to hear more. Gale’s own lips hover over yours and the two of you are smiling at each other widely. Astarion thinks he’s going to throw up when Gale kisses you- not because he’s disgusted, but because it occurred to him that he might have thrown away the only person who actually gave a shit about Astarion enough to love him and he broke your heart. Fitting that he is the one hurting now.

Maybe that’s really all you had wanted- to share something you love with Astarion. You wanted to feel like he gave a shit about you too and he said, “I have standards”!? What in the hells is wrong with him!?

The part of him- the less prideful part- wishes he had gotten to see you this way for him. Why did he spend so much time focusing on you knowing him? Why didn’t he take the time to see you this way? Know you this way when you wanted him.

Gale said something that made you laugh heartily as he brushed stray hair from your face, his hands gripping your hips, and you gasped when he kissed you again. The sound fills Astarion with warmth, but makes him feel sick at the same time. That should be him with you, not Gale.

You went from being plain, unattractive and uninteresting to the single most beautiful individual he has ever met. Astarion found himself hanging onto your words (even the angry ones) and yearning to be next to you.

You continued to do your dance with Gale while Astarion continued his own dance with you. When you threaten that horrible Drow on his behalf, Astarion has to accept it- he has well and truly fallen for you.

Astarion decided he would tell you when you got back from whatever excursion you were on with Gale. He had to at least try. Besides, what could Gale possibly show you in the Shadow Cursed Lands?

Only it had been too late- neither one of you came back for hours and when you did, the two of yours’ scents were mingled so closely together he could barely distinguish you from Gale. You began sleeping in the man’s tent, holding his hand during meals, exchanging kisses, etc.

Astarion, on the other hand, had taken the unofficial title of ‘best friend’. It had stung quite a bit, but he happily took whatever scraps you could give him. It was hardly scraps though- Astarion feels emotionally cared for, protected, and respected by you at all times. Besides, Astarion has a feeling that, if anything happened between you and Gale, there was a very good chance for Astarion to take over that space in your heart again.

The love test at the circus proved it- you had been more compatible with Astarion than Gale. Thankfully you had gone at separate times (Astarion and Gale have since become friendly enough so Astarion doesn’t have to worry about losing you). You had avoided Astarion’s eyes while Gale boasted about the Love Test results.

You had been the first one to wake up and attack his siblings when they had tried to kidnap him. Astarion had never seen you look that angry before in the entire time he has met you- you were even angrier than when Araj had pestered him.

You admitted to Astarion later that day that you hadn’t been sleeping well- you were worried about Cazador or his siblings showing up and that you wouldn’t get there in time. It had been haunting you since the minute you stepped foot in Rivington.

When he finally did face Cazador, it was with you at his side and when he finally killed the man- you didn’t deny Astarion the hug he begged you for telepathically. You held him up as he sank against you and you said soothing words- you told him how proud of him you were. You still reminded him everyday after when he expressed doubt.

Astarion was certain he would watch you grow old with Gale and have a family. So Astarion promised himself that he will love you dutifully regardless and protect you and your family like you have protected him. When you pass? He isn’t sure what he will do then, but he has eternity to be without you and Gods only knows long to be around you.

Until the Wizard of Waterdeep just had to throw him a curve ball the night before the battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion was sitting by the roaring fireplace as he tried not to make it obvious to Gale that he’s silently pining for you. You were laughing and telling jokes with Karlach and Wyll- Shadowheart joining in and eventually Lae’zel. Your laughter is probably one of Astarion’s favorite sounds.

Only because he doesn’t know what you sound like moaning underneath him.

“You love her.”

Astarion’s train of thought broke and he gawked at the Wizard.

“I-um,” Astarion cleared his throat, “I’m afraid you have the wrong impression. Obviously I’m looking at…”

Actually now that he’s looked over there, none of them were believable enough for him to get out of this one.

“Yes- yes fine. I love her,” Astarion scowls, “you won, I love her and get to watch you live a whole life with her. Congratulations.”

“Astarion- I didn’t say that because I want to rub it in your face. I’m saying it because I have a favor to ask- for Tav’s sake.”

Astarion felt himself freeze. He was silently praying that Gale wasn’t going to tell him to stay away from you- to walk away and never come back after the events of tomorrow. It would be the thing that kills Astarion.

“Okay,” he says wearily, “I’m listening.”

“We all know it’s possible that some of us won’t be leaving this journey alive tomorrow.”

Is he suggesting you might die tomorrow? Astarion still stays right next to you during fights- no one even gets within an inch of you if he can help it.

“If it comes down to it and I need to use my orb,” Gale says solemnly, “I need you to take Tav and run- I don’t care if you need to drag her, cast sleep on her, anything as long as it’s painless.”

Astarion stared at the man blankly. He’s asking Astarion to drag you away as you watch your boyfriend sacrifice himself for the sake of the greater good of humanity.

“Why- why are you asking me? And not Karlach or-“

“Because I know you won’t tell her that I’m considering it as an option,” Gale said before adding, “and I am very aware that she loves you too. She’s going to need you if I die.”

“Need me?,” Astarion laughs in disbelief, “Gale, I broke her heart and I’m about to lose the only way I can walk in the sun tomorrow. It would be stupid of her to-“

“No, it would not,” Gale frowns, “she loves you, Astarion. Stop pushing her away.”

“You aren’t dead yet, Wizard,” Astarion said with an edge to his tone, “there is still a possibility that there is a Dekarios wedding in the foreseeable future.”

Gale smiled sadly at Astarion.

“That is the hope- is it not?” Gale got up to join you and the others, “you’ll remember that you deserve to be loved for her- won’t you?”

Astarion watched the man walk off like he hadn’t just dropped a massive bomb onto Astarion’s world. He watched as you smiled brightly at Gale and your hands intertwined with his.

But he also caught you looking over at him with a welcoming, pleading smile. Astarion smiles back and joins- hoping that he won’t be part of the reason that smile fades ever again.

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Gale looks at Astarion- they are losing. Tav is hurt, but still trying to sling spells and cantrips. Karlach and Wyll are becoming cornered quickly, Shadowheart and Lae’zel too. Even with all of the support they brought and it still wasn’t enough.

You bastard, Astarion telepathically says to Gale, you really are going to make me the bad guy, huh?

Ha!, Gale thinks sadly, you have it turned around. It has been a privilege to know you, Astarion. Take care of Tav for me.

Same to you, Gale- I promise she’ll be safe.

Gale announces to everyone they need to leave. You run towards Gale screaming for him to stop- that he doesn’t have to do this, but Astarion intercepts you.

“ASTARION- PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW,” you scream while slamming your fists into his back, struggling to make him release you, “PUT ME- GALE PLEASE- I LOVE YOU!”

Gale smiles at you with all the love in the world.

“I love you too, Tav. Always and forever.”

Gale casts a spell and like that- they are on the docks. You are screaming and throwing magic- desperate to get back to Gale as Astarion holds you close to his chest.

“I hate you!” You scream as you push Astarion weakly, “ I… I-“

You look at him pitifully and Astarion’s heart aches with yours. Astarion pulls you back towards him in a tight hug and holds you. You sob into his chest and hold him back with equal ferocity.

Astarion’s ability to comfort you only lasts about five minutes before the sun begins to burn him again and Karlach is dying- Wyll convinces her to go to Avernus with him. Astarion races to the shadows- certain that he is about to go into the darkness alone as he hides behind the crates.

He cradles his burning hand to his chest and hisses through the pain. Astarion doesn’t register the frantic footsteps approaching him.

“ASTARI- oh my Gods.”

He looks up at you in disbelief as you get down to your knees next to him and begin pulling out healing scrolls, potions, anything you can think of that might help.

You stay next to him until it’s time to move to a different set of shadows and you stay with him every moment afterwards.

You spend the next 6 months together starting your search for a Ring of the Sunwalker in the Underdark- successfully assassinating a very powerful Drow Priestess for it right before Wither’s party.

When you head back to Baldur’s gate together- Astarion sells all of Cazador’s shit and his castle. He invites you to live with him and you pick a house together.

Your emotions have been foreign and not easy for Astarion to handle over the last 6 months and even a year after moving in together, but he thinks about how crazy he would feel if you had also died that day and so he has weathered every storm you throw at him.

Astarion sits as you angrily rant about how unfair it was for him to make that decision without you. You wanted a choice, some kind of say, and you even occasionally just screamed at Astarion for preventing you from staying with him.

This continues even after the party that Wither’s throws. Tara adored you just as Gale had predicted and his holograph healed a piece of you, but now your grief is all consuming. You lay in bed for days on end and you stop eating or even coming out of your room. Scratch lays next to you dutifully until Astarion takes him out to use the restroom. They have to disguise the poor dog as a cat, but he doesn’t seem to mind very much.

Astarion lets you sit and do what you need to do, but after day 10, he finally needs to help you feel like a person again- in whatever way he can. So he runs you a bath and he helps you numbly walk towards it. It’s been about 30 minutes since he left you upstairs. He considered offering to help you, but he wasn’t sure if that would be crossing a line.

You walk downstairs moments later and quietly say his name. Astarion looks up at you and smiles- you took a bath.

“Well, well, look at you,” Astarion teases, “you sure clean up nicely.”

You laughed hoarsely at his joke and sat next to him. Astarion doesn’t move- he wants to pull you into his lap, but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries.

“Can- would you-,” you choke on the lump in your throat, “would you hold me, please?”

Astarion’s face softens as you begin to sniffle and your shoulder begins to shake with the sobs you are trying to hold back.

“Of course, Darling.”

You crawl into his lap and you lean the side of your head against his unbeating heart. Astarion just goes back to reading his book, enjoying the comfortable silence and how your body finally seems to have relaxed. You’d been so tense for the last two years- constantly on the verge of breaking in half, but he knows how resilient you are. He knows your strength and he knew you would get out of it eventually- even if only for a little while at a time.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice sings through the air and is like music to his ears. You sound like you again- tired and still a little melancholy- but you nonetheless.

“Well, Darling, I thought it might be worth learning about some of this astronomy nonsense a little over a year ago so we could talk about it when you felt better,” Astarion says, trying to say it as nonchalantly as possible, “I’ve come to really enjoy the topic.”

You beam at him and it’s the first time he’s seen a smile reach your eyes in what feels like eons. You quiz him, correct him, you tell him everything over the ‘stars’ and then some as you so horribly said. Astarion can’t help but find the moment to be so bittersweet.

He finally had the moment he wanted with you, but he didn’t think a single moment would cost a life.

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“Elanora! Gale! Get back here you little-“

The twins giggle as they run from Astarion around the house. He understands what people mean by terrible twos now.

It’s been a little over 10 years since Gale died. In that time- Karlach had her engine fixed and five years ago, you found a Wish scroll for Astarion. Being a living breathing human again was a very difficult adjustment for the first two years. It’s been 3 years now and it’s not as difficult, but he did forget about the whole pregnancy thing.

It had been a massive shock when you fell pregnant a few months after you and Astarion had gotten married a little over two years ago. Astarion had been so focused on the proposal being perfect that it took longer for him to ask than he wanted.

You giving birth was probably the most terrifying experience of his life and you very well almost died, but by some miracle, you lived through the gruesome endeavor. He gives his thanks to Shadowheart, Isobel, and Dame Aylin. Astarion suspects Gale might have had a hand in it too because you had been out cold, but woke up with tears in your eyes and told Astarion that A. Gale says hello and B. how dare he think you’d just abandon two children with him like that. You are responsible “dammit!”

Astarion is so grateful you didn’t die giving birth to his children. He loves the little crotch goblins to death, but you are the only one they really listen to. You always tell him it’s because he gives in- Astarion argues “how could I not!? Have you seen them!? They are adorable!”

Scratch tried to help him initially after you left to go spend time with Shadowheart, Karlach, and Lae’zel at Elfsong Tavern. The poor dog didn’t last much longer than Astarion- hiding under the bed from the monstrous toddlers that are definitely from his gene pool.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind saying n-“

“They are my children, Darling,” he said all too confidently, “I can handle time alone with my children!”

Evidently there is a difference between handling and surviving- Astarion would consider himself trying to survive. He should have taken Halsin’s offer to hang out- maybe the twins would listen to their Uncle more than him.

Astarion eventually caught them, bathed them, read them a book, and got them to bed. The minute Gale fell asleep around 11:30 pm was the same time you came home.

Astarion came down the stairs and you began to laugh as quietly as you could behind your hand. He leers at you playfully.

“Did you have fun, my Star?” You tease.

“Once I finally caught them- yes,” he says flatly.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“Let’s go to bed- then you can tell me all about it and I’ll tell you all the hot gossip Karlach has heard from Wyll about the upper class in Baldur’s Gate.”

“Will it be in the paper tomorrow?”

“Oh yes,” you grin widely, “ oh yes it will.”

Astarion loves when you come back from meeting with Karlach- he always knows what’s happening before it even happens. It means he gets to watch everyone else be scandalized which is usually 1,000 times more entertaining than the gossip itself. One time- the paper had been so explicit that the next door neighbor (an elderly woman) quite literally died of shock after reading about an affair the Magistrate had with the Duke. Apparently she was a hard core supporter of the wives and never anticipated such ugly men to cheat on their wives (you may have found him using a talk to the undead spell on the poor woman).

You fall asleep faster than you anticipated- at least that’s what Astarion thinks. The moment you lay your head on his chest is the same moment you slowly, softly begin to snore as he tells you about the evening. You chuckle when he says he is going to need help cleaning up the water in the bathroom tomorrow.

These are the nights that Astarion finds himself looking up to the heavens and smiling sadly- thanking Gale for his sacrifice, for giving Astarion a life he never thought he would ever have.

Most importantly, he thanks Gale for you. For letting go of what future he could have had with you. For not asking you to stay and die with him.

Gale Dekarios is the only reason Astarion Acunin believes in heroes at all.

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washeduphazbin · 2 months

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Omg, okay— my brain is spiralling. Adam, a washed up punk who plays in a small shitty local band, meets a successful elegant reader. She’s out of his league, that much is obvious.

Adam, desperate for cash to pay for his crappy studio apartment, finds a babysitting ad. The lister is a single mom who needs someone to look after her kid after school. The kid’s six, needs to be picked up after school at 3:45, and mom normally gets home at 10:00. Fuck, seems simple enough.

He calls the number, and sets up a meeting, and damn, he decides he NEEDS this job because this woman is a MILF. (Mom bod included. Adam’s a sucker for curves.)

Adam, by some miracle lands the job, but he’s shit at it. He’s never really liked crotch goblins, they’re sticky and annoying. He just has to make sure the kid doesn’t die, he doesn’t need to treat this rich kid like royalty. He’s picking the kid up in his shitty van, Dewy Finn style, the kid doesn’t need a limo.

“Can you read me a bedtime story?”

“Go read it yourself.” Says Adam, taking advantage of the big screen in the home theatre, his voice muffled with food.

“If you don’t read me a story, I’m telling my mom. Mom says if you’re mean to me I should tell her.” The kid is actually threatening him, and she looks confident that she can get him fired. She probably can.

Adam stares the kid down. He wants to win this battle, but if he’s gonna fuck that MILF, he’s gotta make sacrifices. “Fucking— Jesus, what do you wanna read?”

The kid looks satisfied, a smug smile on her face “Through the looking glass.” A fucking chapter book?! God, rich kids are annoying.

Adam slowly rises to his feet, grunting, unhappy that he has to give up his comfort. “One chapter, brat. Then lights out.”

Suffice to say, he may slowly begin to care for the kid and the weeks roll on. Not that he’d admit that.

(Job ideas include a fashion designer, or CEO of an ambiguous company that I have no ideas for. I’m up for other ideas for jobs.)

Let me write this full blown fan fiction with you PLEASE

I would write and read the shit out of this, because milf reader would laugh at Adam’s stupid jokes, and absolutely fight the dead beat bio dad to the kid.

And at first he only wants a lay and then he’s falling in love with her and tripping over his words and suddenly finds himself in love with reader and her daughter. SCREAMING

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x reader #just chatting #adam x reader #adam x you #answering asks #answering questions #hazbin hotel adam x reader

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mrsjobarnes · 1 year

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What’s the worst thing that can happen?

Summary: Jake and you have been secretly together for 5 months, what is the worst that could happen?��

Jake Sersin x Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 1.8 k

Warning - 18+, Angst, Fluff, Illusion to Smut

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Please do not steal my work!

“Hey, baby, I'm pulling into the parking lot now. Are you sure you don’t want to come clean and tell Bradley?”

“Y/n have you lost your mind? Rooster and Maverick would kill me if they found out I was dating you, and I don’t know about you but I’d like to live” you giggled at what Jake had just said.

“Okay but if they ask I’m not lying anymore,” you said.

“Deal, at least if they kill me I’ll have witness” you can’t help but laugh at the stupidity of your boyfriend

“If they see how happy you make me, they can’t hurt you. That’s the perk of being the only girl but in all seriousness, it doesn’t matter what they think, you’re my boyfriend and I love you. That’s all that matters” you quickly say your goodbyes and lock your car. As you walk into the bar you look around for your bean pole of a brother. After you spot him you walk over. “Hey, guys this is Maverick's daughter and my sister Y/n!” Rooster said. Everybody went around introducing themselves when Coyote aks the million-dollar question

“Soooo are you like adopted or something because you look nothing like Maverick,” he asks. Rooster goes to answer when you cut him off.

“Am I adopted Bradley, how could you lie to me?” you say, the group goes dead silent. He rolled his eyes, while Jake bites his lip to keep from laughing. “I’m just kidding, yeah I'm adopted,” you say. Everybody lets out a collective sigh and hardy laugh.

“Long time no see,” said Nat while she gave you a bear hug. “Seriously where have you been? '' she asks.

“Well unlike you guys some of us have regular 9 to 5 jobs,” you say smiling.

“Y/n you and I both know you don’t work a 9 to 5,” Bradley says. It’s true you don’t, you’re an elementary teacher so you work overtime quite often.

“Tis true brother, however winter break is around the corner! Thank god, I love kids but some of these crotch goblins are giving me a run for my money” you say with a serious look. Everyone burst into laughter. Nat offers to buy you a round and you graciously accept. The team goes on to talk about things that you could care less about. All you care about is the joy you see on Jake’s face when he gets to talking about something he is passionate about. You know how your brother feels about Jake. they didn’t have an excellent start to their relationship but he saved, your brother, and dad. They are working on building a relationship, which makes you very happy.

As the night goes on you end up playing pool with Jake, Bob, Nat, and Bradley. You are bending over for your shot when Bradley asks “what the hell happened to your neck and chest Y/N” he asked with a very concerned tone, ready to beat whoever did that to you.

“Oh this, it’s nothing.” you try to play it off but Nat interjects and tells Bradley that they are hickeys. Your face turns beet red as you tried to think of a way to change the conversation. Jake starts panicking because of the conversation you had in the car. “So has anyone seen the new episode of house of dragons?” a tv show you knew Bradley liked.

“You’re not getting out of this Y/n,” Bradley says with a stoic look on his face. He has always been super protective over you. He thought that if you were seeing someone you’d tell him. To be honest he was a little hurt.

“Its, not a big deal, I’m seeing this guy and he got carried away. It’s not my fault I’m irresistible. Plus I’m a grown woman and if you think I look bad you should see him” you say. Jake smile remembering how she got those and why it looks like his abs and back were attacked by a cat. “Now can we move on to why you still have a caterpillar on your lip,” you ask. The group erupts in laughter. Pleased with the fact that he gets to live till tomorrow Jake buys the table a round. While he’s at the bar ordering a girl comes up and strikes up a conversation with him.

“Oh look, hangman found someone already. He was doing so well too, almost 4 months.” Javy said. Everyone lets out a chuckle. You turn around and see Jake talking to a girl. You try hard to not get jealous because you know he is a good guy. Before anyone else could comment they saw Jake shut down the girl’s advancements and head toward the table with their drinks. “Whoah Hangman are you sick,” Javy asks.

Jake furrows his brows “No?” he said questioning why Javy would ask that, then it dawned on him. “Oh I just don’t feel like it tonight,” he said.

“That’s been your excuse a lot recently, are you sure you’re okay” Javy ask genuinely concerned. Jake felt trapped, he could either fess up or keep lying. He looked at you, hoping you could give him an answer. You look at him as if giving an encouraging nod. He quickly musters up some courage.

“I am seeing someone” Jake said with a bashful smile. You smiled as well, although it wasn’t the full truth it was a step in the right direction. The group was silent until Bob congratulated him and said it was about time. The group quickly moved conversations to talk about the most recent football game.

You walked over to Jake and whispered into his ear “Hey do you want to get out of here and come to my place?” He gave an enthusiastic yes and told the group that he was going to head out. 15 minutes later you also bid your goodbyes to the group and raced to your house to meet Jake.

As you pulled into your driveway and parked Jake hopped out of his car and raced to you feverishly kissing you. Once he was done he put his hand out asking for your keys. Once he had them he threw you over his shoulder giving your ass a nice smack which elected a moan from you.

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You are awoken by the sun streaming through your blinds. You turn over and snuggle into Jake’s chest to hide from the sun’s harsh rays. He brings you closer as if that’s possible. “Good morning darling,” he said with his voice thick with sleep and southern charm, you smile and look up at him.

“Moring,” you say kissing him, he kisses you back like a man starved. You giggle and straddle him and kiss down his neck when you hear the lock to your front door click and a pair of boots stomping around.

“Y/n, are you up? You are late to brunch” your dad shouts

“Hurry up im starving” shouts Bradley stomping up the stairs. You quickly look at your clock and see that it’s 12:30. You are 30 minutes late to brunch.

“Shit shit shit” you whisper as you get off of Jake and try to find a shirt. “Uhh give me a second, i'll be right out” you shout. Whispering profanity and telling Jake to get dressed and hide in the bathroom. It’s too late because Bradley opens the door right as Jake is getting out of bed to put his boxers back on.

“What the fuck” Bradley yells frozen in the doorway, you hear another round of feet coming up the stairs.

“What is it, Bradley,” your dad asks sounding super concerned. Once he appears at the door and lets out a grone. They both look ready to kill At this point, but the shock has worn off of you.

“First of all knock”, you say in a stern tone. “Second of all calm down,lets talk about this when I’m fully dressed” shutting the door in their faces. Looking back a Jake you expect him to freak but he doesn’t he just pulls you in for a kiss.

“It was nice to know you doll,” he says kissing you again. You roll your eyes and put on some PJs. Once you are both dressed you head downstairs into your kitchen.

As soon as you walk in they start asking questions. You hold your hand up and say “First of all stop yelling, Second would you all like coffee?” you walk towards the coffee maker and turn it on. Jake stands at the door looking ready to run if they come after him. As the coffee starts to brew you go about making your cup while Bradley and your dad just stare at you knowing not to mess with you until you’ve had a cup. As soon as you’ve taken your first sip they start bum-barding you with questions. “Okay let me start from the beginning you say” walking over to the table and grabbing Jake along the way, as you all sit down. “Jake and I met at the Hard deck 5 months ago, he was very kind and not like how you all described him,” you say looking at Bradley.

“YOU’VE BEEN DATING FOR 5 MONTHS” Bradley stands and shouts. You give him a look that screams ‘shut the fuck up’ he quietly sits back down and you continue explaining the ins and out of your relationship. Once you are done you all sit in silence while the two men across from you process this new information. “I still don’t like this,” said Bradley. You kick him under the table and glare.

“I don’t care if you like it, it's my life and I can date who I want,” you say looking at Jake with doe eyes. Bradley just glares at Jake

“Does he make you happy,” your dad asks. You shake your head yes. “Then that’s all I can ask for, but I swear Jake if you hurt my baby I will kill you,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Jake said. “She is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her and would do anything for her.” He said kissing your forehead. You look up at him and snuggle into him.

“Okay, then that’s all I can ask as a father,” Maverick said sincerely. You smile at your dad and then look at Bradley.

“I'm not happy that you kept this from me, however, if you are happy then I'm happy. Just keep the PDA to a minimum please,” he said with a small smile on his face. “I'm going to text the group that you don’t have an STI,” he said looking at Jake.

“What,” the group said collectively. Bradley explained that when Jake stopped sleeping with a new girl every night, the team got concerned and Bob suggested that he may have gotten an incurable STI. They all burst into laughter.

“Well, why don’t you two get dressed? We can go get food, I'm still hungry and I know Bradley is probably dying” said Maverick, you and Jake agreed and went to get ready.

“See that didn’t go that bad,” you said, handing Jake some clothes.

“Wait till they find out that I’m moving In,” he said, kissing your neck.

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors don’t you even dare

Chapter 013: Accept The Risk

“Are you ready for a good pounding, baby?” — Beat it Upright by Korn

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012*, 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

NSFW — aggressive!dom!eddie x submissive!shy girl, eddie’s daddy kink alive and well, size kink, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation/crying, slapping, biting, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise, wholesome fluff if you squint, unprotected p in v (unless you want a crotch goblin in this economy, WRAP IT TF UP), cream pie, squirting

word count: 2.8k words

“Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky, baby.”

♡

The door to the dressing room bursts open shortly after you shut it.

In storms an enraged Eddie, appalled that you shut the door in his face after he had walked so closely behind you. You attempt to act clueless, counting your tips and separating them to help tip out the staff in the back.

"Here's uhh, 20 percent for Argyle," you announce. "20 for Nance, 20 for you. I’m sorry, I almost forgot to tip you guys out.”

Eddie crinkles the money in hands, eyes refusing to leave you at this point in time.

His tear-ridden stare is all-telling. First, he’s had to hear you get fucked senseless by Steve, one of his best friends. Now, he had to watch you dry hump Henry into literally the next day — another best friend of his — in an outfit he chose for you and bought with his own money.

You really did it this time.

"And that just leaves me with my tips," you add tossing your tote bag over your shoulder. "Also helped Johnny close the register. Everyone else dipped out to bar hop.”

"And you're clocked out?" he musters.

"Well duh, if everything's done."

You're given no time to react when Eddie lunges at you, causing your bag to sulk to the floor, the straps burning your forearms on the way down. You begin to levitate upwards by the virtue of Eddie's throttling grip.

"OW!" you yelp. "What the fuck, dude?!"

Eddie cinches his arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulders. His breathing is hard, audible grunts escaping from all the tossing you around like a rag doll. You don't attempt to wriggle free, because if you did you feel like your forehead would meet the hard floor.

You smack Eddie’s shoulder blade.

“Put me down, Munson!” you order. “I’m not playing.”

“Yeah?” he grits his teeth. “Well neither am I.”

It's like a carnival ride in the dark. You can't see in front of you or off to the side. You just know the room is spinning. Fast strobes of light shooting across your periphery as you try to make up the orientation of the room.

It is when you hear beads being pushed to the side, that you know Eddie has brought you into a private show room.

Without mercy, but ensuring you landed safely, Eddie drops you from his grasp. You flail recklessly onto the couch. It’s not until you’re out of his grip that you realize how freeing his restraint felt.

You prop yourself up with your elbows, blowing loose strands of your hair away from your face.

"Ow?" you repeat, this time flatly.

"You're insufferable," Eddie hisses, berating you with his injurious glare. His gaze fixes on you as one of his hands ventures about his own body, undoing his belt with just one quick swipe.

"Says the one who literally just tossed me into a dark room," you snap. "Have you any etiquette?"

"Shut up," he demands.

If Eddie was hard to read before, he’s certainly not hard to read now. Now it’s time for him to get even.

The silver parts of the accessory clinks as he chucks it onto the floor, eyes glued on you the entire time. You gulp as he edges closer.

He stops in front of you.

"That set was for my eyes and my eyes only, by the way,” he hisses. “Thought I told you that.”

“Hm, was this before or after you told me you didn’t want to commit?” you challenge him. “I don’t belong to you, Eddie, remember?”

“You got me there,” Eddie shakes his head bitterly.

He stoops down to your level, getting down on his knees. Eddie's unbelievably close now, a strand of his curly hair dangling in your face as he exhales hot air down your neck.

"Do you really wanna play that game?" he asks. There's a riddle in his question. "Do you?"

Your eyes meet his. They're darker than usual, not that you believed that such thing was possible. Dark. Longing. Frustrated. Forewarning.

And for a second, they flicker back to the gaze you're used to again. Loving. Careful. Respectful. Like the look of concern he flashed you when you were cross-faded in his van, asking for him to stay a while. Like the time he made sure you were good enough to dance after being assaulted by a customer. Like the time Billy came storming in, causing you to spiral into a full-blown panic. THAT look of concern.

Are you sure this is what you want?

It is.

"Yes," you gulp, consenting to whatever wrath of his you’re about to face. "Yes, I do actually."

And just like that, the animalistic gaze returns.

His throat bobs when he swallows as he verifies with you one last time.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I said what I said."

Back to the scheduled programming it was.

It’s not long until Eddie throws himself on top of you, smacking his eager lips onto yours like it’s oxygen. You hungrily bury your hands in his hair, moaning as your tongue inserts itself into his mouth to lock itself with his.

Eddie groans and moves a hand to your throat, issuing a light squeeze while he grinds himself against you.

“Fuck,” you mewl, the second your lips break apart. “Needed you so bad, Eds. Needed you all night.”

“You aggravate me, you know that?” Eddie sighs, burying his head into your chest, kissing along your tits as he does so. He strokes your bicep lovingly as he kisses you.

“Yeah, well the feeling’s kinda mutual,” you attempt to giggle as tears of overwhelm trickle down your face. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Do you,” Eddie pants as he unbuttons and tugs at your set. “Remember Heather? My lady friend.”

You nod between breaths. “Mhm. Why?”

“She — never ended things with me.”

There’s a slight pause on your end. “Oh?”

“She never ended things with me,” Eddie continues. “I ended things with her. All cuz I wanted to get to know you and it wouldn’t be fair if I kept her around.”

Your bottoms are off now and the top of your set hangs loosely at your abdomen. You chuck it off of you instantly, refusing to look away from Eddie as you do so.

“Wh-” is all you can get out.

“Why do you think I was so grumpy and irritated that morning?” Eddie questions, moving his lips up to press against your neck. “Huh? I was upset that Harrington got to you first. Didn’t wanna get in between you guys though…”

“Eddie…”

“And inviting you to BYOB night?” Eddie pants as his free fingers curl around your inner thigh. “I only ever invite the people closest to me. You were the only outlier that night. Feel like Steve knew right then and there something was up. But he chose to ignore it.”

His fingers trace your entrance but he keeps them there, kissing up and down your neck as you breathe deeply under him. You pout and tug at his jeans, aching to have him inside of you this very instant.

“And I didn’t intend on fighting your brother that night, and for that I’m so sorry,” Eddie sighs. “But I saw how scared you looked and how aggressive he was being with you, and I knew if I didn’t intervene it was going to be the last time I saw you.”

Eddie hands cup your breasts as he nibbles at your ears, sucks at your temples, and leaves gentle bites at the crook of your neck.

“I’m avoidant, and stupid, and dismissive, and a fucking idiot,” Eddie admits to you. “But I care about you so much. Believe me, Hargrove. I know how this shit looks. I’m just so scared.”

“Eddie…” you soothe him. “Eddie. Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he hears you say that. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief to oblige.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Grabbing you by the hips, he shifts to reposition you, sprawling you out on top of him. You grind yourself atop his stiff erection as his hands caress every inch of your body. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers, exposing his throbbing cock right underneath your already soaking cunt.

A small string of pre-cum leaks from his scarlet tip.

“How bad do you want me baby?” Eddie coos.

“So bad,” you whimper. “As bad as I was tonight.”

He can’t help but laugh. When you say that, Eddie’s tongue rolls sneakily around in his cheek.

“That’s really bad,” he comments with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm,” you nod innocently.

“You know what happens to really bad girls though, right?”

“They get punished?” you guess. “AH!”

You’re given absolutely zero time to react again when Eddie slams himself into you. God, he’s huge. God, he burns. You wince in the most pleasure-filled pain you’ve ever been in your entire life as Eddie shushes you, thrusting slowly into your heat as he fingers your mouth.

“Good girl,” he encourages you. “That’s a good girl. Being so brave for Daddy, huh?”

You struggle to even nod, diverting all your focus to accommodating Eddie’s length and girth. He proceeds to rock into you slowly, intertwining a hand with yours with one hand, and letting you suck hard on his fingers with the other.

Slowly, Eddie slides them out of your mouth so they can enclose themselves around your neck. You whimper as he does so. And slowly but surely on your end, you feel yourself stretching to make room for him, the slickness of your wet, and already sore pussy aiding in the process.

“I need to piss you off more often,” you joke. “If it gets me punished like this.”

Eddie groans. “Please don’t. I hate seeing others have you.”

He pulls you into him and repositions you onto your belly, and lining himself up behind you.

“My two best friends?” he demands in anguish. He swoops in to plant gentle kisses against the back of your neck. “Baby, really?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how sorry you’re about to be.”

“FUCK!” you squeal as Eddie deals you a rough spank across your asscheek.

He smiles grimly as you moan into him, arching your back as you beg for his cock to ruin you some more.

“I need you Eds,” you groan impatiently, grinding against him like a cock-drunk whore. “Eddie? Daddy? Master? What do you want me to call you?”

“Sweetheart, you can call me what you want,” Eddie kisses up your jaw. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth as he inserts himself into you from behind. You mewl as you take in that familiar stretch, surrendering to Eddie as he proceeds to drill into your cunt relentlessly. The screams you let out as you unravel underneath him are like music to his ears.

No one has ever been able to hit it this good. No one ever made you feel this good. Not your first love. Not your last boyfriend. Not Henry during the lap dance. Not even King Steve.

"Who does it like me?" Eddie asks. "Huh? Who fucks you better than me?”

"No one," you admit as you wail, hands gripping tightly onto the throw pillow on the couch. You pull it towards your chest to hug it for comfort. It’s like you can feel Eddie in your stomach. “N-no one — FUCK — no one does it like you, Eddie."

He twists your hair in his hands and pulls you upwards towards him.

“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?” he demands. “Hm?”

“Y-you,” you answer. “It belongs to you.”

A shockwave spreads across your body as Eddie quickens his pace, making sure to hit the spongey part of your heat with every thrust. He stops at the last one, making sure it stays there just a while longer.

“Oh, shit!” you moan, digging your nails into the couch. “Fuuuck, Eddie…”

“I know…I know…” he soothes you. Eddie sarcastically shakes a head at himself at the crook of your neck. “That was a mean one, huh?”

Tears well in your pleasured-filled eyes.

"Aw, she's crying," he mocks you before giving your hair another firm tug. "Can't take me, sweetheart? Can't take my cock?"

Eddie's words, albeit cruel, were deemed just for the moment by his reassuring touches. The delicate rubbing was all you needed to know that it was him asking, "Are you okay? I can stop if you'd like."

But despite being fucked out, you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You wanted more, you needed more. To make up for all the ‘almosts’ that there had been. And there were a lot.

“Don’t stop, Eddie!” you chant. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK, right there…”

You feel him smiling to himself as he places you in a headlock between his forearms. With the newfound leverage he acquired, he pistons himself into you sloppily, a pleasure-filled groan escaping from his mouth as well.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie moans. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Jesus fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Suddenly he pulls out.

You whine at the sudden retreat, turning and staring up at him with disapproving eyes. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry,” his kind smile reappears, only to be eclipsed again by that same dark gaze. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He releases you to pin you onto your back so he can pound you in missionary.

As he pistons his hips into you, Eddie whispers to you sloppy somethings, saying how much of a brat you’ve been all day and how he’s nowhere close to being done with you yet.

You feel a euphoric stretch as the crook of your heels dangle over Eddie’s shoulders. He reinserts his fingers into your mouth to muffle your screams. The overstimulation of all your senses are sure to drive you over the edge.

“Wish Henry could see this,” he tuts. “He’s probably fucking his fist right now at the thought of you.

“Ah!” you whimper. “You’re gonna make me cum, Eddie.”

Your core starts to tighten and your walls follow suit, suctioning themselves tighter around Eddie as your muscles squirm and pulsate against him.

“Little does he know his best friend and boss is fucking your brains out instead,” he heaves. “Fucking drilling you into this couch hm?”

He chokes you as he sneers, fucking you deep with a pace so fast you’re sure you’re seeing stars. Was this really happening? The air fills up with profanities and the sounds of skin slapping together, wet sloshes accompanying said slaps. You continue screaming Eddie's name as your legs dangle in the air. Eddie cups your breasts for maximum leverage.

"So fucking needy," he comments. "Never seen anybody get so dumb over some cock.”

"Fuck," you mewl. This was it this time. His words are going to send you over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, I’m really gonna cum. FUCK, EDDIE!”

"I am fucking, baby," he smirks down at you smartly. "Daddy's got you. All you gotta do is take me."

“Shit,” you squeal. “Holy fucking shit, I’m cumming!”

"Take it," he orders. "Take it like the slut you are."

"Oh, god,” your vision starts to blur. “I-I’m Daddy’s Little Cumslut.”

"Yeah, you are," he agrees, kissing your tear-filled cheek. "Mine and only mine.”

And suddenly, your legs tremble profusely as your body gives out on you. Eddie fucks you through your orgasm, not seeming to care when you drench his abdomen and thighs with your pleasure-filled juices.

“Holy fucking shit, I just squirted,” you gasp.

“Fuck yeah you did, baby!” Eddie chuckles. He kisses your forehead one more time. “Fuck, I’m getting close too.”

And soon Eddie’s moans fill the air as he finishes inside you. You grind your hips against his and ride him from underneath, milking him of the last of his seed. Eddie’s dick twitches inside of you in pleasure.

Eddie shoots you a hazed-filled look, one of adoration and lust.

“I’m really gonna let you ruin my life, huh?” he says as he shakes his head.

“It depends. Do you accept the risk?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” he stares down at the puddle you two created have created on the couch. One mixture was already dripping down from the couch to the floor, and the other mixture is just now oozing out of you, now that he’s pulled out. “And did.”

You two help each other up from the couch and scatter to find the clothes you’ve aimlessly tossed around the room. When you’re fully dressed, you scan the room for some paper towels, so you can wipe away any evidence of you and Eddie staying behind long past closing.

"Might as well clock in," Eddie banters. "We've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 8 months

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Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #medic x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #pyro x reader #sniper x reader #there’s no way in hell i’m taking this ask seriously i’m sorry anon #there was a chance and I took it

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cloudzzcore · 1 month

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Adam and Lucifer with a child’s entertainer!gn!reader as Lover headcanons!!

Warnings: None really but Readers in a group of entertainers inspired by the wiggles so I’m just calling the group “Whimsy Wonders” to keep it

simple.

Adam first! (Get it bc he’s the first man-)

When he found out that you were in that wiggles rip off of a music group he was lowkey surprised and found it HILARIOUS.

The group name did NOT help in the long run.

“The fuck kind of name is Whimsy Wonders?!” Adam’s laughter rang out as he had a hand on his forehead. You were mildly offended and a bit, “Hey, I didn’t choose the name! I’m just working in the group!” You say, Crossing your arms with a pout. “What’s your groups main song? Wait- wait lemme guess!”

You really had to hold back the urge to just walk away from Adam, He hated when you would do that.

Although he may tease you about it, he’s very supportive of your work and helps you get ready before showtime.

“You can do it babe! Show those crotch goblins a real fuckin’ show!” Adam cheered as you put on your signature (f/c) shirt. “Adam, just call them kids. They’re wonderful anyways, they’re angels.” You say as you reach for your ear piece. “Don’t even think about it.” You quickly scolded as Adam quickly put his hand back. Damn how did you always know when he’d try to slap your ass??

Overall he’d tease but still let you have fun, and hey at least you could handle kids.

He wasn’t trusted with babysitting. Or anything with kids really.

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Now Lucifer!

Now Lucifer on the other hand, He knows the struggle of having a kid and you performing for hundreds of them as a regular thing is probably one of the many things he adores about you.

He’d definitely watch you and group rehearse and probably have all the songs memorized.

“Hear the drumbeat.. Hear the guitar.. when you dance this way. you do the shimmy shake..” Lucifer mumbled as he was working on a rubber duck, One of the Whimsy Wonders DVDs running on the dvd player in the background, One of Lucifer’s favorites. “Shimmy Shake” he honestly know how it was his favorite. It was just stuck in his head. Tapping his foot to the melody under the beat, Charlie was walking by her father’s bedroom and soon heard the music. “What the-?” She mumbled coming to stop in front of the door. “Isn’t that the Whimsy Wonders?” Charlie thought, Hm. She didn’t know how often Lucifer would listen to this kids band. “Hey dad, can I come in?” Charlie asked with a knock on the door. That knock snapped Lucifer out of his little work induced trance.

Oh fuck someone heard the music–

Lucifer wasn’t embrassed that he was dating a children’s entertainer, but he was embarrassed to seen listening to a kids band music.

Damn that song was stupidly catchy.

You told Lucifer that it was genuinely okay to like any kinds of music, no matter the age demographic.

He dotes on you before showtime early single performance bringing you Lunch after your performance. Helping you get ready to perform, making sure your guitar was ready.

“Luci.. Everything is fine, Showtime is in 20! I have time to sit and not rush.” You try to say as Lucifer was helping you get ready. Making sure your shirt was adjusted for the dozen time. “I-I know that.. I just want you to look your best for those kids..” He mumbled his hand reaching up to hold your cheek. “There’s kids out there who idolize you and.. I just want you to look amazing.” Lucifer added as your gaze softens. “Lucifer.. Everything is gonna be fine. Kids barely care about appearances. But I care about you and your worrying–” You then say before voice over the speaker rang out.

“Showtime is in 2 minutes!”

“Shit! Love you Luci.” You quickly plant a kiss on his lips, Lucifer wish the kiss would linger but it didn’t it was over as quickly as it started.

He couldn’t wait until the show was over.

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Woah Lucifer’s got a little sad but hey it’s just something short.

Constructive criticism is welcomed!’

— 3/31/2024

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #appleradio #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam x you #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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here's the first part to a little domestic steddie thing that I don't have a name for yet, but I thought it up last night and couldn't sleep while I started planning it in my head.

highlights will include: friends to lovers, roommates, slice of life, getting together, hispanic!eddie (MY LOVE), i may sprinkle in the fact that Steve is HOH (but I haven't decided if i'd like him to be in this one), and possibly the first smut i'll have ever written 👀

this is just to get my thoughts out so go into this knowing that at Robin and Steve know that Eddie is Gay, Eddie and Steve know that Robin is gay, and only Robin knows that Steve thinks he's bi. You know, classic steddie fic things.

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“Okay, you guys, time to head out, no Dustin, you can’t stay the night.”

“Damn, how’d you know? Dustin asks, picking up his bag and shuffling toward the door to get his shoes on.

“Because you always ask.” Will admonishes his friend.

“Exactly. Thank you, Will.”

“I can’t believe the last session is next week.” Lucas says to himself, slipping on his shoes and ducking down quickly to arrange Max’s in front of her so she can get them on.

“Oh no, what will we do then?” the Max in question snarks back.

“You don’t even play, you can’t be sarcastic about it.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t be sarcastic about, Wheeler.” Max follows Mike out the door and smacks him in the shin with her cane.

“We will see you tomorrow Steve?” El asks, stopping at his side to look up at him with those curious eyes.

“Of course, supergirl, it’s the ‘Everything’s Fine’ party.” He grins at her and she smiles back, moving to grab her shoes as well. Steve stops her “Everything is fine, right?”

She stares off into space for just a second, then smiles back up at him. “Yes. I do not feel any of the Upside Down or of One.”

Steve lets out the breath he always holds when he checks with one of what they are now calling “The Wonder Twins”, El and Will. “Thanks, El, sorry to always ask.”

“It is okay, Steve. I don’t mind.”

“Alright you lot, you heard Stevie. ¡Ya deja de chingar! Ándale, ándale!” Eddie yells at the kids, shoo-ing them out the front door and into his van while the other Hellfire guys get into Jeff’s car. They’d officially disbanded Hellfire after everything happened last year, but still meet for D&D (now at Steve’s house) under a still undecided name.

“No need to be rude, Eduardo, we’re going.” Erica taunts him.

Eddie seems to glitch out, “¿Sabes español?”

“Eso si.”

Eddie sucks his teeth, “Dios mio, now I gotta deal with that; alright, lets go, crotch-goblins, gotta get you home. Be back soon, cariño!” He yells to Steve, still on the front step before he points to Erica and shuts the door in her face.

“I still have no idea what he’s calling me. Why don’t you just tell me? You know spanish.” Steve asks Robin as he comes back inside and closes the door.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“You literally translated secret russian code, is that not intruding?”

“Yeah, but like, they don’t matter. Eddie does.” He’s looking at her like she’s crazy. “It feels like spying on a friend.”

“Whatever you say, Buckley.”

“Just ask Eddie to teach you. He could use the practice”

“What do you mean? He’s fluent isn’t he?”

“Well, he really only has Wayne to speak spanish with regularly, sometimes me, but usually it’s english. He could start to lose it.”

“That can happen?”

“Yeah, sometimes. I don’t have many people to talk to in Italian, so that’s my worst language. I used to be fluent in that too but if I don’t use it, I lose it.” she shrugs and Steve takes that in.

“I just want to know what he’s calling me, it’s not anything bad is it?”

She smiles softly at him, “No Dingus, it’s not bad. Promise.”

They clean up the rest of the stuff lying around from the kids being there, Robin is rambling on about something that happened at her last solo shift at work, and Steve’s trying to contain his nerves.

“Querido, Estoy en casa!” Eddie yells from the doorway when he gets back. “Now what’s this surprise?”

“Let me guess, ‘Honey, I’m home’?” Steve asks, rounding the corner from the kitchen, still drying his hands.

Eddie points at him, “You got it, Querido.” and gives him a wink before waltzing his way into the living room in front of Steve.

Steve rolls his eyes fondly, and wills the heat that’d crept up on his face from being called ‘Honey’ away while he puts the towel back in the kitchen.

“Okay,” he claps his hands when he walks into the living room, his two friends sitting on the couch in front of him “I have a proposal for you.”

“Oh, Stevie! Of course I’ll marry you!” Eddie jumps up and immediately koalas onto Steve, causing him to take a stabilizing step backward.

“Not that kind of proposal, Eds.” Steve chuckles and goes to unwrap Eddie’s arms and legs from around him.

“So you’re not gonna make an honest woman outta me?” Robin says from the couch as Steve comes around the coffee table, Eddie still latched to his front.

“No, Robs, still not that kind of proposal, sorry.”

Steve finally gets Eddie’s limbs out from around him over the couch so he bounces to a landing on the couch next to Robin.

“That’s bogus..”

“Here.” Steve hands them each a manila folder from the mantle, each one with their name written on it in a thick black marker.

“Okay, here goes. So it’s been a year since Vecna, Will and El both haven’t felt hide nor hair of him since, and since these goddamn events usually happen at least once a year, I think we are in the clear.” He pauses to knock on the wooden coffee table. “So I figure now that Eddie is healed all the way, and he and Wayne are set up well enough again with their hush money, Max is doing pretty good at her physical therapy, the Byers are back in town with a not-dead Hopper….well.”

He gestures to their folders, and they both look down at the same time, like they’d forgotten they were there.

As they open them and start flipping through their stack of papers, Steve continues. “Robin, I know you wanted to take a gap year anyway, so I put down entry for the fall of ‘87 on the applications I sent in, I hope that’s okay.” She looks up at him in shock. “There’s a great International Relations program there too if you want to stay after you get your core classes out of the way? But there are a couple acceptance letters in there so you can take your pick. And I got a job at this little diner nearby to the campus just because I wanted to, but I will pay your way if you want since I’m the one who applied for you so you can just live off your hush money.”

“A-and Eddie, I asked around and there’s a great underground music scene that I think you’d fit right into, and I met a guy named Daryl who was real nice and owned a music shop down the road from the diner who is uhm…something? He wrote “call me” and his number on the flyer he gave me so I feel like it’d maybe be safe for you to work there i-if you wanted to, you know. You could also just live off your hush money. I don’t mind.”

Both of them are stock still and dead quiet. He finally looks down at them on the couch.

Both of their faces are blank, like they don’t know what it is they are supposed to feel, which, Steve supposes, is better than pissed off.

“Oh fuck, this was too much wasn’t it? Sorry, sorry, just pretend I didn’t say anything, I’ll just—“ he reaches for their papers and they both jerk away from him at the same time.

“Fuck off, this is my stack of papers, get your own!” Eddie yells at the same time Robin yells “No! I’m keeping these forever!” and Steve pulls his hands back in surrender.

“You still haven’t gotten to the proposal part, Dingus. What’s going on?”

“Oh! Uhm, I bought a house? In Indianapolis? My parents are staying away after the earthquake, and sold the house so I leave to sign the last papers and get the keys in two weeks. So that means Eddie can finish his D&D thing in time too.”

They’re quiet for a beat again, then Eddie asks “You bought a house?”

“Yeah, with the money I saved up from Scoops and Family Video, plus what my parents would leave..I only had to use a little bit of my government money in the end. It’s not much, and it needs work that’s why I got it as cheap as I did, but it has three bedrooms and two bathrooms, and—actually, I put pictures at the bottom of your stacks if you want to-“

They both shuffle their papers around until they find what they’re looking for. Then immediately look at the others’ like they are comparing notes.

“Robin, that’s the bedroom at the front of the house, it’s got two windows and one has a window seat, so you’ll get plenty of light, and Eddie, your bedroom is the one in the back corner, it’s only got one window but it’s pretty big and I thought that maybe you’d like that one since it just looks out into the woods like yours used to in your trailer. I was going to take the master, but Robin, if you want that instead so you don’t have to share a bathroom with one of us, that’s cool too, I don’t mind.” Steve rushes it all out.

“You want us to move with you?” Eddie’s voice is quiet, eyes wide.

“Uhm, yeah. I do. That’s the proposal. I figured I’d ask you guys to come with. That way we’re out of Hawkins but still close enough if something does happen,” Steve knocks on the coffee table again with two knuckles, “Robin can go to school, and hopefully Indy is far enough out of the way that Eddie can make a clean-ish start?

“And you don’t have to pay rent, It’s all paid for with cash so just maybe buy groceries, or help with the utilities? Or none of it! Like I said, I kinda just thrust this upon you, so no worries if you want to just mooch.” he huffs out a nervous laugh.

Eddie and Robin take a look at each other then Robin is shooting off the couch and (almost tripping) over the coffee table to latch onto Steve

“Of course I’m coming with you, Dingus, we’re two halves of a whole idiot, we gotta stick together.” She unhooks from him and starts wandering away up the stairs, talking about ‘We gotta tell Keith, and my mom is going to be so excited, but she’s definitely going to think I’m pregnant or something,’ like she’s going to pack away her overnight bag from the guest room and be ready to go just like that.

“Eddie? What about you? I get it if you don’t, but like I said, I figured you’d want to get out of here too an–”

“Joder si, pendejo! I’m not gonna turn down a chance to get the fuck outta here!” He jumps up and crashes into Steve once again, squeezing him tight. “It means a lot that you’d want me to come with, Stevie.” He says quietly over Steve’s shoulder.

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and stuffs his face into his curls, he smells like cinnamon. “Of course Eddie, anytime.”

Eddie pulls back with a soft smile, and gives Steve a look that makes him want to melt into a puddle. Eddie’s gaze flicks down momentarily, then there's a creak from the stairs and Eddie lets him go, backing towards the door. “I gotta go tell Wayne, he’s really going to be excited for me to get outta his hai–out from under his feet.”

Steve busts out laughing at that “I’m so gonna tell him that you said that.”

“You better not, pendejo, otherwise he’ll kill me dead and you’ll have one less roommate!” then Eddie’s turning and flying out the door to his van, taking off toward his and his uncle's new shared apartment.

“Okay, that one’s bad.” Robin says when she’s come down the stairs.

“Pendejo?”

“Yeah, it means ‘asshole’.” She laughs at Steve’s hurt expression, “Oh don’t take it too seriously, Dingus, obviously he was saying it in a joking way.”

“I really need to learn spanish.”

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I translated the best I could, PLEASE tell me if something is off in translation:

"¡Ya deja de chingar! Ándale, ándale!" - basically, "Stop your bitching! Hurry up!"

“¿Sabes español?” - You know spanish?

"Eso si" - Yes indeed (my husband says this one a lot lmao)

"cariño" - sweetheart

"Dios mio" - oh my god

“Querido, Estoy en casa!” - Honey, I'm home! (Querido meaning honey, darling, love, etc.)

"Joder si, pendejo!" - Fuck yeah, asshole! (said affectionately :) )

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #hispanic!eddie #hispanic!eddie munson #robin buckley #the party #st #stranger things #st ficlet #stranger things ficlet #fic #steddie fic #noelle writes

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feminist-fog · 8 months

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Unpopular opinion time!

I hate those childfree people. I myself don’t want kids but I am talking about the people who make being childfree their whole personality.

I am tired of duets on tiktok of babies crying (like babies do because they can’t talk yet) and some random person going “this is your daily birth control reminder!”

I’m tired of seeing people who hate kids for being kids. I’m tired of unironically hearing someone refer to children as “crotch goblins”. I’m tired of people who think hating kids is a personality trait.

You don’t have to have kids, having kids should be your own choice that nobody but you decides.

I don’t care if you are inconvenienced by a baby crying on a plane or a child blocking a grocery aisle because they’re having a meltdown.

You were a child once too, you know that children have thoughts and feelings. You know children are people.

(This post is not for anti-choicers, r4df3ms, conservatives, etc.)

#feminist #feminism #trans inclusive feminism #childfree #child friendly #child abuse mention

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artsybug0 · 8 months

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Hey bugs.....I was just wondering how would all the millies (all the aus of millie) act around a child, I'm just asking because I have a child oc name max, he's a shy and sweet boy who was sadly abandoned by his parents, he's really special because he was born with his right hand blue....I'm just curious about how would the millies reacts to seeing max

Thank you and keep up the good work

Og: very playful and friendly! Immediately a big sister to them haha!

Actor: she LOVES kids so immediately she’s also super playful and kind towards him. Maybe she can be like a mother figure! She’ll take care of him as much as possible! Immediately protective too (she’ll murder for any kid) She’ll hold him and comfort him all the time if it’s needed!

RF: she’s so unsure around kids lol. She just keeps an eye on them but won’t actively interact with them. But if there’s danger she’ll take them away or just go out of the factory to take them to the park for a bit. She says she doesn’t like kids or doesn’t care for them. But she actually has a huge soft spot for them and try’s to be sure they don’t have a miserable childhood. She sees her younger self in them and wants the best for them. She also will get pissy with anyone who try’s to take the child away from her if she’s holding them lmao

Opposite: she stays away but is neutral if approached. She’ll pay their head and tell them to go play somewhere else. But she won’t stop them if they stay next to her. Like Original shes automatically like an older sister. Though she try’s to act like she doesn’t care but she would kill for the child haha!

Gothic/Punk: “…who’s crotch goblin is this-“ like she’s not gonna do anything but avoids kids cause she’s uninterested and kinda doesn’t care to interact with kids. She won’t be mean or anything but try’s to keep the child away cause she knows she’s a super bad influence. And she likes being a rebel so she needs the kid to stay away lmao

Toymaker: she’s a toy so she’s pretty chill with kids! She’ll dance on her music box and let the kid hold her as long as they’re gentle. She is made of porcelain and already broken herself a couple of times. But she can’t do much with the kid besides playing

Jazzercise: she’s pretty chill, probably like a cool aunt type. She’ll let the kid hang around as she works out and even work out with them if they want to join! She’ll keep giving them water to be they’re hydrated too haha!

Lovesick: in no way should that child even be around her unless they’re also infected lmao. So hopefully one of the neighbors are taking care of them- but if they’re also infected…eh, Millie’s more focused on the uninflected but besides that she’s the same as Og!

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constanceagony · 7 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN DARLINGSSSS (Here’s a treat)

~Modern time~

Dutch has invited The Gang and The Neighborhood to his nice Halloween party at his mansion, if you will. It’s an amazing party. People are all dressed up, and Uncle and Lenny get absolutely turned up; dancing on tables, drinking until they can’t think! This party is an absolute riot.

John regrets bringing his child to this party because Abigail is gonna scold the hell out of him all the way back home. Abigail is more concerned; she doesn’t know what to think about Hosea THROWING it back on Dutch. Jack, man, is having the time of his life in his little Woody costume, bouncing to the music. He really liked “Thriller.”

Charles is sitting on the couch, waiting for this party to end; he’s the car ride home, so he has to stay sober. But he’s having a blast watching his husband, Arthur, paint little kids’ faces. That was something special to him. Arthur was having a rather difficult time trying to paint this little girl’s face to be a unicorn. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else, sweetheart?” The little girl shot him a look, “No.” Arthur frowned and did his best to paint a unicorn onto her face, then sent her outside to play with the other kiddos. “That was a shitty unicorn, Charles.” “I know,” said the other, chuckling.

Kieran was assigned as the ‘baby watcher’ for the night outside. While he’d much rather be inside with the grown folks having fun, toddlers were great too. At first, there were 5 kids; then, it became 10. Now, there were 25 children, aged 3 to 7, outside. One man, 25 babies. “Mary-Bethhhh!” he called for his wife. Suddenly, Kieran was struck by a zebra-glitter-vomit, horse-girl holding a pool noodle. He stared down at the crotch goblin and simply removed the kid’s weapon. “Get on.” The girl squealed and ran off quickly, giggling. “Kieran? You called?” Mary-Beth made her way over, looked at all the kids, and then at her husband. “I see the issue.” “Help me.” He grabbed her hand.

Javier was standing to the side, watching Jack dance. “What are you doing?” Jack looked at him. “I’m dancing!” He stared down at this kid, “That is not how you dance to Thriller at all.” Javier shook his head and took Jack’s hand, “Let me show you.” He pulled him out to the living room and proceeded to teach him the Thriller dance. Jack was having so much fun. John watched and laughed quietly, deciding to join.

Dutch grabbed Hosea’s waist and laughed, “Now-Old Girl, we haven’t danced like this since our wedding night.” Hosea turned his head and stared at him. “Oh yeah?” He leaned all the way back against his chest, “that’s probably because half the time you are watching football.” Dutch scoffed and rolled his eyes, “The Alabama and Auburn rivalry is something super interesting, two teams from the same state fighting.” “Over a ball.” Hosea said monotonously. “No, Hosea, over power. Football is a sport of love!passion and power!” “It’s just a ball people run around with and ruin their legs for, and the coach is old.”

“NICK SABAN IS A HANDSOME MAN,” Dutch crossed his arms, truly offended. “Take that back, Hosea.” Hosea just shook his head and went to find whiskey; he’s gonna need it. “OLD GIRL!”

Molly and Sean were staring at each other, holding something in their hands in the dark. “I’m the better Irish,” Molly spoke softly. “No, Molly, I am.” Sean pressed a button, and a whirring sound started, and a blue light slowly made its way down the saber. Molly hit her button, and a green light made its way down. “I’ll tell you now, back down.” “Aye, over my dead body, Sean.” The two leapt at each other, whirring sounds filled the air along with really cool zapping sounds. “WHOOP HIS ASS, MOLLY!” Sadie called from the sidelines, laughing. Karen laughed as well, “Don’t go easy on him, Molly.” Sean scoffed loudly, “AYY, Karen, you’re my wife, supposed to be on my team!” “Nope.” Molly took her saber, spun, and hit Sean’s side. Sean slowly looked at Molly and dropped his saber. “You’ve beaten me.” He dropped the lightsaber and slowly walked back, holding his side, tumbling a bit. “Damn you, woman…Damn…you…”.

The boisterous party dragged on into the late hours of the night. As the clock’s hands found their way closer to 12, the Neighborhood folks and their children made their way back to the sanctuary of their homes, leaving the gang to sprawl out wherever their drunken bodies would allow. Silence crept its way into the depths of the night, and when the world seemed to finally start to awaken, with the gentle kiss of the sun’s warm beams, a horrified scream of shock and despair filled the air at precisely 9:45 AM:

“DUTCH IS DEAD!!��

Starting up a new chapter a murder mystery

(I lied it was a trick)

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fuck-customers · 1 year

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If you’re going to bring your children into a pet store, either 1: teach them BEFOREHAND how to interact with dogs without riling them up, or 2: fucking pay attention to them and remove them if they’re riling a dog up. Two young kids were shrieking in a medium-sized dog’s face today and so he kept lunging for them because he was a young dog and wanted to play, which could have so easily resulted in the kids getting seriously hurt, and the dog and owner would’ve gotten all the blame.

Teaching your crotch goblins how to behave around dogs is just great parenting in general because they’ll encounter them out on walks and stuff, but if you’re gonna take them to a PET STORE where people shop WITH THEIR PETS, then for fuck’s sake teach them how to act right! For your kids’ safety as much as for the dogs’!!!

I even said to the dog’s owner, who was just trying to check out but kept getting pulled because thankfully SHE was doing her job and restraining him, “Tell me your kids don’t know how to act around dogs without telling me” and she responded “Tell me about it, they’re really pissing me off”

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ageofbarbarians · 2 years

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Worked Up // D.R.W

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You had a great relationship with the Kiszka brothers since you’ve known each other for years. Danny on the other hand? Not so much… things change after a night out at the bar to celebrate the boys’ newest album release.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Drinking, Smut, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up lovelies, no crotch goblins), Oral Sex, Fingering, Name Calling, Language, Edging, Choking, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink if you squint,

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M A S T E R L I S T

“Can you just shut the fuck up for one minute? Please?” You rubbed your temples as you grit your teeth, avoiding any eye contact with the boys who sat around the table with you. You were celebrating with the Kiszka boys after their newest album The Battle at Gardens Gate had just been released. Oh… and Danny.

Danny. Daniel fucking Wagner. God, his name made you want to vomit.

You had known Daniel just as long as the other boys but for some reason, the two of you could just never get along. Which was a shame honestly, because you thought he was extremely attractive but the way he acted towards you ruined the whole thing for you.

“Me? You’re the one who is just blatantly fucking stupid,” You threw your hands up and grabbed your beer bottle before chugging down the rest of your drink.

“Who is up for another round of shots?” Jake asked, clearly trying to pull himself away from the situation. Josh followed him and Sam sighed since he knew he was going to be the peacekeeper like he was every other time.

“So, Y/N,” Sam broke your attention and you let go of the daggers you were boring into Danny’s soul. You gave Sam a light smile, signaling for him to continue.

“You still haven’t told us your favorite song off the album,” Sam took a swig from his beer before gently sitting it back down on the table. You thought for a moment before responding.

“The Barbarians, mmm, no actually, Trip the Light Fantastic. I love the piano in the beginning I think it’s—“

“It’s actually a synth,” Danny cut you off as he scoffed.

“Danny really you-“

“Dude are you actually fucking serious?” You yelled a little too loud, gaining attention from some of the other surrounding tables. You smiled weakly at them and put your hand up as a way to apologize for the outburst.

“What? I’m just telling her what it was?” You could hear the attitude in Danny’s voice as he talked to Sam. You shook your head and before you could start going off on Danny again, Jake and Josh came back with shots. You grabbed one quickly before downing it. You hit the glass on the table and stood up and walked away.

“Y/N!” You heard Jake call after you but you stormed out of the bar, not even minding the people giving you strange looks. You pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your purse that you only used when you were extremely stressed. You leaned against the brick wall of the bar, the cool Michigan April air nipping at your skin through your sweater. You knew you should be wearing a jacket or a coat of some kind but you didn’t want to go back inside to grab it.

You sat on the cold hard cement and took a long drag from your cigarette. You felt the familiar tightening in the back of your throat and you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face. You wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater but they just kept coming no matter how hard you tried to get them to stop.

“Y/N,” Jake rested his hand against your shoulder softly, catching you off guard.

“I just don’t fucking get it,” you started as you shook your head. Jake sat next to you and he let you lean into his side, not even minding the cigarette between your fingers. Usually when you smoked the boys have you shit since it was bad for you but it was so rare that you did it that there was no point. Plus with your current state, the last thing Jake wanted to do was piss you off even more.

“I just don’t understand why he’s up my ass about every little thing. For fucks sake, we’re out here celebrating you guys tonight and of course, we end up arguing and it ruins the whole night.” You took another drag from your cigarette before ashing it next to you.

“Honestly I wish I knew,” Jake responded softly. It was quiet for a minute before you just started to laugh softly to yourself.

“What?” He questioned.

“Do you wanna know something crazy?” You turned to meet Jake’s face and he raised a brow at you with a low hum. You took a final drag from your cigarette before putting it out on the cement and tossing it somewhere against the building.

“I used to think Danny was so attractive. I actually had a crush on him at one point. I was head over heels for him and honestly, those feelings never really went away. But the way he talks to me and the way he treats me, I just can’t. I can’t bring myself to think of him that way.” You admitted quickly. You realized that you probably shouldn’t have even said anything but the alcohol that raged through your system let the confession slip out. I mean hey, drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

“Really? I didn’t know that.” Jake looked at you in shock, unsure of what to even say.

“Because nobody did. Do you know how much shit he would give me if he ever found out? Which reminds me, this is between us, just like every other secret.” You held up your pinky so Jake would pinky promise with you. Your fingers connected and you wrapped them around each other to seal the deal.

Out of all the boys, you were closest to Jake. He knew every little detail about you and you knew every detail about him. There had been many nights where the two of you stayed up until 3a.m. talking about anything and everything, he was there for you through your first big heartbreak, you were there the day when Jake broke his arm wrestling and three days after before he went into surgery to get the plates put into his arm. You had been there for each other for just about every single life event that had gone on. He truly was your best friend.

“Do you think telling him that would change anything?” He asked and you about doubled over from laughter.

“Seriously? Me actually telling him that I liked him at one point? Keep in mind, liked, as in past tense,” you scoffed. The wind began to blow and you shivered from the crisp air.

“I mean I don’t know, it could make a difference,” Jake shrugged and he stood up. He offered his hand out to you to help you up and you took it and smiled as a thank you.

“I highly doubt it.” You shook your head. The two of you walked back into the bar and you went up to the counter by yourself. You ordered three shots, two for you and one for Jake. You figured that if you were spending the rest of the night with them you might as well get drunk to enjoy yourself.

The bartender handed you the three glasses and you took them over to the table. Danny and Sam were lost in a conversation of their own with Jake and Josh talking quietly. Well, Jake talked quietly since Josh was loud and was always talking with his hands.

You handed the shot to Jake and you grabbed one before the two of you cheered your glasses and downed them together. You took the other one right after and cringed at the foul taste, blaming yourself for not getting a chaser. You felt the drink travel down into your stomach since you could feel the slight burn, but it was what you needed. You could feel a set of eyes on you, and as you looked up you realized it was Danny before he looked away.

The rest of the night went on rather smoothly. You and Danny didn’t talk for the rest of the evening which was nice since nobody was arguing anymore. You, Jake, and Josh got lost in your own drunken conversations and you weren’t even sure how you got onto some of the subjects that you did. For a while, you got quiet and just listened to the twin boys talk.

“Last call!” The bartender yelled and it snapped you out of your gaze. You looked around realizing how you were pretty much the only ones there.

“Alright guys, ready?” Danny asked as he grabbed his keys. Danny had volunteered to be the designated driver for the night which was surprising since he was a part of the band (obviously) and they were celebrating them.

You scooted out of the booth seat and stood up, grabbing onto Jake’s shoulder as you nearly fell over. This was the first time you had stood up from drinking all evening besides when you went outside.

“Y/N you’re gonna make, make me fall when I stand up,” Jake laughed and you giggled. He stood up and you grabbed onto his arm.

“S'fine. We’ll fall together,” you slurred and Jake laughed with you. The two of you started making your way out of the bar to Danny’s car while the other three followed behind you. The short trip to his car was eventful considering you and Jake had almost fallen on three separate occasions which ended with both of you in a hysterical fit of laughter. Drinking with Jake was one of your favorites, but you two were just stupid together.

Everybody piled into the car. Sam sat in the passenger seat, Jake behind him, you in the middle, and Josh on your other side. Danny started the car to get the heat going and made his way out of the bar parking lot towards the Kiszka’s house. You were quite the entirety of the ride while the four of them continued in whatever conversation they were having.

The twenty-minute ride seemed to fly as you pulled into the driveway. Jake and Josh both stumbled out of the car as you gave both of them hugs. Josh had offered for you to stay at their house tonight but you truly wanted the comfort of your own bed. You sighed since you knew in a few short moments you’d be alone with Danny as he took you home.

Danny got out of the car to help the drunken boys inside and while he was gone you made your way up to the passenger seat. You could feel your head and your body spinning as you blinked from the alcohol that raced its way through your system. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes, focusing on the cold glass.

You were on the brink of falling asleep when the driver's side door opened and Danny got in. You jumped slightly and he laughed.

“Scared much?“ he teased as he pull out of the driveway.

“I was almost asleep, actually,” you said quietly trying your hardest not to give him any ounce of attitude so it didn’t lead to an argument. That was the last thing you wanted right now.

“You’ll be home soon,” was all he said before the car went silent. You stared out the window and tried to observe whatever was going by, but it was all too fast for your drunken mind to keep up with.

You rolled the window down and stuck your hand out. The cold air made your hand go numb but you didn’t care. The breeze actually felt night against your warm skin. You bent your hand in a wave motion and watched as the different angles made your hand dip.

“Y/N, it’s cold,” Danny sighed and you closed your eyes.

“Can I just have this one fucking moment to myself? Please?” You sighed. Danny didn’t say anything he just turned the heat up a little higher and sighed.

You pulled into the driveway of your house ten minutes later and you finally brought your hand back into the car and rolled up the window. Your skin was cold to the touch and you could feel the blood circulating through it to get it back to its normal temperature.

As Danny parked, you opened the car door and got out, almost falling on your face in the process. Danny got out and offered his hand to you for balance. You shook your head and leaned against the car.

“I don’t need help,” You started making your way to the front porch but stumbled again.

“Will you just let me help you?” Danny asked with an annoyed tone. You stopped as you turned to face him.

“No. Why should I even let you? After all of the bullshit you gave me tonight and every other time before that, why should I let you help me this one goddamn time?” You asked with complete seriousness. It was silent for a minute and Danny didn’t say anything.

“Exactly. If anything you would just use it against me in the future or something stupid.” You turned away from him and continued your drunken walk up the stairs of your porch. You caught your foot on the last stair and you stumbled forward and hit your body against the front door. You felt an arm support your waist and another hand dug into your coat pocket for your keys. Danny slid the key into the lock and you heard the front door click. He pushed it open with his foot and he brought the two of you inside.

“I can go from here, thanks.” You tried stepping away from him but his grip tightened.

“Considering the way you just walked up four stairs, I doubt you’ll be able to make it up a whole flight.” Danny shook his head and started walking the two of you upstairs. With his help, it seemed so easy to go up each step, but he was right, without him you would’ve just ended up on the couch.

He lead you to your bedroom since it wasn’t the first time he had been in your house. The hallway was dark but you could see a sun glow from a small lamp you had left on for when you got home. You flopped onto your bed and sighed as you felt the comfort of your bed.

“Welp…” Danny began to walk toward your door to leave before you shot up.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked suddenly. He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night and turned to face you.

“What could it possibly be?” He sat down next to you on the bed and you studied his face.

“That. Exactly that. Never mind.” You shook your head as you started taking off your boots and Danny grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N stop, I’m sorry. What? What did you want to ask me?” He asked, much softer this time.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked honestly. The question made your heart sink and you realized after you asked, that you were possibly going to regret the answer. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes and you searched for an answer. Nothing.

“What?” Danny laughed before he realized you were serious.

“Y/N I don’t hate you.” He shook his head and you shook yours.

“Then why do you act like it? I mean for fucks sake you’re always at my throat about something, we can’t even enjoy a nice night out with the boys about your album release, there is always just something!” You rambled. You searched his face for an answer but you couldn’t find anything.

“To be completely transparent? I don’t know.” He shook his head and you observed every little part of his face. Your eyes landed on his lips and they lingered there a little longer than you expected. You looked back into his eyes and there was a slight smirk on his face.

“Honestly, I like seeing you get worked up.” He admitted. He pinched his lip with his thumb and forefinger and you raised a brow at him. His eyes scanned your face trying to gauge your reaction. You could feel your heart begin to pound in your chest and the feelings you had from him once before started to slowly roll in from his simple confession.

“So you like pissing me off?” You raised a brow and trying to figure him out made your head spin more than it already was.

“I like watching you get heated about little things, always thinking you’re right, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when you get angry, the way you ball up your fists when I really piss you off, the way your thighs clench when you’re trying to keep your cool,” Danny’s voice lowered and you could quiet read his demeaned but it said a new wave of heat through our body.

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked in almost a whisper.

“You typically are, aren’t you?” The cocky tone in his voice almost makes you not want to tell him but the alcohol in your system beats you to it.

“When we first met I had the biggest crush on you. I mean it was stupid so I just let it go but I did. I thought you were so fucking fine and I thought about you a lot.” You laughed to yourself but when you realize how it sounded your eyes shot up to Danny’s. The cockiest smirk was spread across his face and you began to shake your head.

“I didn’t mean— I mean I have— only once— fuck, no, I didn’t mean,” you stuttered over yourself and stopped talking before things got any worse. You covered your face with your hands as you felt the heat sprawl across them from embarrassment. You felt hands around your wrists that pulled your hands away from your face. You avoided eye contact with Danny until he placed two of his fingers around your chin to move your head in his direction.

“I didn’t mean any of that,” you lied as you shook your head, trying to save yourself from any potential teasing.

“So you haven’t thought of me?“ Danny questioned as his hand rested on the top of your thigh, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. The action alone sent another wave of heat through your body.

“N-no,” you hesitated and Danny shook his head. His hand moved up your thigh and you clenched them together. Your breathing was becoming heavier and you wanted him to just do something but you could never admit it to him or even yourself.

“Hm, that’s a shame.” He stood up and you could tell he was going to make his way out. You grabbed his arm before pulling him back down onto the bed and you connected your lips with his. You couldn’t even process what you had done until you did it. You pulled away for a second before Danny closed the gap between the two of you again. You took in a deep breath through your nose and you tangled your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You tugged lightly at the fine hairs which caused a groan to escape through him. The sound of him getting a reaction from you made you want him more than you could’ve imagined.

Danny bit your bottom lip and he tugged which earned a whimper from you. You moved your kisses from his lips, to his jawline, and to his neck. You bit one spot below his ear and soothed over the area with your tongue.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Danny pulled away from you and he grabbed the sides of your face as you looked at him. “As much as I want this, you’re drunk,” He sighed as you continued to leave marks along him.

“I’m sober enough to know what I want, and what I want is you,” You admitted before his lips connected with yours again. You fell back against the bed and Danny hovered over you. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head and the dominant action made you whimper.

“Somebody likes being controlled when she isn’t running her mouth, hm?” He smirked at you as you watched his eyes turn to a darker shade of brown. Usually, his comment would’ve made you bitch at him but something about his demeanor made you melt.

“Please do something,” you squirmed underneath his touch. You just needed him to do something to you.

“Needy, are we?” He asked before his lips came down and left marks along your jawline. Your eyes fluttered closed as he marked you like you were his. Honestly, you wished you were. You just didn’t want the constant arguing and fighting but you wanted nothing more than to be his. You never wanted to admit it to yourself but now that you were in this position, you were positive about what you wanted.

“At any point, you feel uncomfortable tell me, and I’ll stop,” Danny’s eyes met yours as he spoke with a soft tone and you nodded but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Words, please.”

“Yes sir,” Your eyes went wide at what you realized you had just called him but the way he smiled you knew he liked it. You had never called somebody sir before but for Danny, it just seemed… fitting.

“Good girl,” His hand ran along your face before he started making a line of kisses down your neck. He grabbed the bottom of your sweater before pulling it up and over your head. You were left in your heather gray lace bra and your leggings. The sudden exposure made your skin raise with goosebumps and a sudden chill went through your body.

Danny’s lips trailed down your chest, leaving a mark on the swell of your right breast. He pulled your bra to the side and took your nipple into his mouth, toying with the hardened bud. You let out a sigh at the contact, the slickness between your legs growing.

He moved his way down, leaving faint kisses along the hem of your leggings. He looked at you through his lashes before hooking his fingers around the rather thin material and pulling it down your slender legs. Your black lace thong was exposed and the sight nearly made Danny drool.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Danny ran his fingers down your stomach and along your thighs, avoiding the spot you so desperately craved him.

“Do something, please,” you whined. You needed to feel his touch against your throbbing core, you were aching.

“Patience, baby,” he purred before he ran his fingers over your soaked clothed core. He chuckled at the feeling of you.

“So wet for me. Who knew I could get you so worked up?” He hummed and you whined at his words. You shifted under his touch trying to gain more friction from him.

“It’s not the first time,” you admitted. He raised a brow at you as he sunk to his knees.

“No? Tell me, pretty girl,” He pushed. You suddenly went quiet, not wanting to tell him about the times you had come home and touched yourself to the thought of him. There had been multiple nights where he worked you up and you had wished he would take his anger out on your slick pussy. You were soaked all for him.

“Don’t get quiet on me now. Tell me what’s gone through that pretty head of yours.” He urged. His fingers softly grazed over your clit and he began to rub soft circles.

“Multiple times. I wanted you to just take your anger out on me, fuck me senseless,” your eyes fluttered closed from his delicate touch. He applied more pressure and you moaned.

“Is that what you want tonight, angel? For me to fuck that pretty cunt of yours until you can’t walk?” Danny pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh and you could feel the electricity swim through your body.

“Fuck, yes, please,” you groaned and bucked your hips again. Danny used his free arm and pinned you against the mattress. You felt a sting and the sound of a rip when you realized he tore your thong off of you.

“Danny,” you whined. Those were your favorite.

“I’ll buy you more,” was all he said before he dove into your dripping core. He looked a bold stripe up your core before he wrapped his lips around your clit. He moaned at the taste of you, never tasting something so sweet in his life.

“Shit,” you gasped as you felt his tongue work its magic. He slipped one finger inside of you and pumped it a few times before he entered another. His fingers curled upwards and a loud moan escaped your lips. You adjusted your head to look down at the vulgar scene below you and it was an image that would forever be engraved into your head. Your hand came down and you pushed the hair out of his face so you could get a better view of him. He looked up at you and you could see the devilish smirk across his face.

“Fuck, Danny,” you moaned out as you could feel your legs begin to shake. It was insane how fast he was bringing you to your peak but from his demeanor, you knew it wasn’t going to be the only orgasm of the night.

“You’re close are you, doll?” The simple name caused you to let out a whimper and you nodded your head. His fingers continued their brutal pace while his thumb worked against your swollen clit.

“S-so, so close,” was all you could manage to get out. The feeling in your stomach was bound to snap, all you needed was the word from him.

“Do you wanna cum? Cum all over my fingers like a dirty slut?” Danny began to make a mark on your thigh. Biting the area before soothing it over with his tongue.

“Please, I’m, fuck, I’m so close. Please let me cum, please,” Your head fell back again and your legs shook violently. You needed the sweet release but you had a feeling if you didn’t obey it would make matters worse.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, all over my fingers,” His mouth attached to your clit again as you came undone around him. He groaned as he lapped up every bit of you, not wanting to miss a drop. Your moans bounced off the walls and you couldn’t help but arch your back.

As you came down from your high, Danny stood back up and you scrambled off the bed before getting on your knees in front of him. You worked on the buttons of his jeans before he sat his hands over the top of yours.

“Y/N, you don’t have—“

“I want to, I’ve thought about this so many times, just a taste,” you begged and he let you continue. You wrapped your fingers around his belt loops and tugged his jeans down his slender legs. He stepped out of them as they reached his ankles, leaving him in his dark blue boxers. You could see the hardened outline of him and there was a spot that was darker where the precum leaked from his tip.

You pulled on the band of his boxers, desperate to get them off. As you pulled them down, his cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You about drooled from the sight of him but his size was intimidating. You had never expected Danny to be small but you definitely weren’t expecting this.

You grabbed the base of him and pumped him a few times before slowly taking his tip into your mouth. You flattened your tongue out against him as you sunk down onto him. He hissed and leaned his head back as you swirled your tongue around his cock.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that. Sucking my cock so well,” He moaned and his words were enough to send you over the edge again. You looked up at him through your lashes and watched as his chest rose and fell with each movement. You took him as far down the back of your throat as you could and you paused as his tip hit the back of your throat. You sat there for a moment before you gagged and came up for a breath of air. His fingers dug into your hair as he pulled you up to your feet. You whined at the loss of contact with him and he laughed.

“Another time, pretty girl, I promise.” His hand fell across your cheek like it had done previously and his lips intertwined with yours. His tongue fought for dominance with yours and you could still taste every part of you against him. He pushed you back onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours, but only for a moment.

“Are you sure you—“

“Fuck me, Danny,”

That was all he needed before he lined himself up at your entrance. He put one of your legs over his shoulder while he slid into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you could feel him stretching you out. He stilled when he was halfway in to let you adjust before your hips connected.

“Move, please,” you begged and he did. He moved his hips at a dreadfully slow pace. You whined at his torturous pace and he took the hint as he began to move a little faster.

“You take my cock so well baby,” He praised and you smiled at his words.

“Harder,” you whined and he obliged. His pace stayed the same but he rammed his hips into you. Any air you had in your chest left and no sound came out. The only noise that filled the room was the lewd sounds of your skin colliding and your drenched core. Finally, a loud moan flew past your lips and Danny silenced it with a kiss. He swallowed every noise you made as you brought your nails to his back and dragged them down.

“So.” Thrust “Fucking.” Thrust “Good.” Thrust “For me,” He then sped up his pace and you cried out from the new pressure.

Danny showed you no mercy as he rammed himself into you, your hips colliding at a pace you knew was bound to leave bruises. He took your leg off your shoulder before bending both of them back against your chest as he leaned against you, creating a whole new angle. A series of curse words flew past your lips and you choked on a sob. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Danny, I’m close,” you managed to get out and he shook his head.

“You’ll cum when I say you can, got it?” He took in a deep breath threw his nose and your eyes screwed shut as you tried your hardest not to fall over the edge.

“I need your words,” He said again.

“Fuck, yes sir,” One of his free hands came down and toyed with your clit and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You could feel yourself tightening around him before you suddenly were emptied from him. Your eyes shot open and you whined are the loss of contact.

“Come,” Danny commanded and you looked at him through hooded eyes. He adjust himself against your headboard and you watched as he took his cock in his hand and pumped himself. You watched his explicit movements and the sight made you drip.

You crawled over to him and you took advantage of the position he was in to take him into your mouth once more. He moaned at the contact before pulling you off of him.

“Did I say you could wrap those pretty little lips around me?” He asked with a raised brow. You shook your head and he grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, making you look him in the eyes.

“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls don’t get to cum,” He smirked and you suddenly felt weak. He was already denying you of your impending orgasm and you’d be a goner if he just left you like that.

“Please, no, I just wanted to—“

“Wanted to what? Be a dirty little slut? Can’t keep those pretty lips of yours away from me, can you?” He tisked and you whined at the dirty name he had called you.

“Come sit,” he motioned for you to sit on his lap. As you went to go like yourself up with him he pulled you down against his shaft and he began to rock your hips against him. His strong, calloused hands pressed into your hips and you knew he’d eventually leave bruises. Your head fell back as soft moans left your lips as you ground across him. Danny watched your every move and his breathing became unsteady.

“Feels s'good,” you whispered. He bummed in approval before lifting you up and lining himself up with you. You sunk down onto his cock and you whined at the pleasure of him filling you up again. His pace was nowhere close to nice as his hips flew upwards and you had to grab onto his shoulders for leverage. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck while the other trailed down his chest. His hands remained on your hips as he guided you down with each thrust.

You could feel him hitting every spot of you perfectly and you soon felt the feeling of your next orgasm approaching. You grabbed your chest and toyed with your nipples as Danny fucked up into you.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good, don’t stop,” you whined. Danny sent a particularly hard thrust up into you and nearly screamed.

“Yeah? You like that way I fill up that pretty cunt?” He continued the pace and you could feel the band in your stomach ready to snap.

“Shit, Danny,” you couldn’t even get the words out, but he knew you were close.

“I said wait. Just a little longer.” He sped up and you leaned forward onto him, your head in the crook of his neck. You whined in his ear and left more lilac marks on his skin.

“M’s’close” you groaned as your legs began to shake. Danny’s movements suddenly stopped and you whined. You tried moving your hips against him but he stopped you from doing so. He grabbed your face with his hands and left a gentle kiss along your lips.

“Can you be a good girl and beg for me? Tell me what you want?” He asked quietly and you nodded with closed eyes.

“Yes sir,” you tried moving your hips again but his fingers tightened around them.

“That’s not what I asked,” he scolded. You whined and looked into his dark eyes.

“Please let me cum, I’ll be so good just for you.” You tried and he shook his head in a way that was telling you it wasn’t good enough, but it was a start. He very slowly began to move your hips against him.

“You can do better than that baby,” he hummed.

“Please, sir, let me cum. All over your cock, please,” You whimpered as Danny began to move your hips a little faster and you could feel your high slowly returning. Your hands raked down his chest before he brought one of his hands up and wrapped it around your throat, not squeezing too hard. You smiled at the contact and the feeling made you want to explode. There was no better home for his hand than on your dainty throat.

“You can do better,” His grip tightened as he saw your devilish grin and he started fucking up into you again.

“Fuck me, please, so fucking hard. I want to cum around daddy’s cock,” you gasped and your eyes fell closed. You could hear his grunts beneath you and you had a feeling he was close too. You had never been edged before but it was definitely a new kink.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his pace became deadly and his hand tightened around your throat. You couldn’t make any noise and your vision started going in and out. Your legs began to shake again and Danny flipped the two of you over before he pulled out again. His grip released from your throat and tears started to prick your eyes from being denied.

“Danny,” you whimpered and he smirked down at you.

“Patience, baby girl,” He smiled before dipping his head between your legs and lapping at your dripping cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he held you in place. You noticed the hair tie on his wrist and you grabbed it from him to pull his hair back.

One of the things that made you absolutely weak was when Danny had his hair pulled back into a bun. The way you could get a clear view of his face, the way his jaw could cut diamonds, he was perfect.

You pushed back the hair and tried to get some of it that were stuck to his forehead from sweat. You tied the hair tie around his thick curly tresses before you let your head fall back. Your breathing was becoming labored and you could feel yourself begin to throb.

“Baby please,” you whined as you so desperately just needed to release around him. He stopped again and a tear slid past your eyes. This was absolute torture.

“Have you been good enough for me?” He questioned as he got close to your face. He kissed you again and grabbed your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling it back.

“So, so good,” you ran your delicate fingers over his face and cupped them around his jaw.

Danny lined himself at your entrance again before entering you agonizingly slow. You sighed as he filled you up again but your sigh was replaced with a yelp as his hips collided with yours at a brutal pace. He started rubbing fast circles against your clit and you were seconds away from unraveling.

“Danny, fucking please,” you gasped and he nodded his head.

“Cum for me baby, all over my fucking cock,” his thrusts quickened and seconds later you unraveled around him. Your eyes screwed shut and a moan left your lips that would put a pornstar to shame. All of the air left your chest and your legs shook violently.

“Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock, look at you,” he groaned as his pace began to falter and you knew he was close.

“You fuck me so good, cum for me,” you praised and Danny moaned. His hands tightened around your waist and you smiled from his reaction to your praise.

“Shit,” he groaned before pulling out of you quickly. You moved so your face was lined up with his tip.

“Please,”

“Mmm, so fucking good for me. Open.” He commanded before you opened your mouth and took his length in your mouth. He grabbed your hair before turning it into a makeshift ponytail and began to thrust into your mouth. You gagged a few times and a few start years slid down your face but he wiped them away with his thumb.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He warned and you hummed in response. His grunts became moans as you cupped his balls in your hand and began massaging them. Moments later you felt the warm, salty liquid hit the back of your throat and you swallowed every last drop of him. He pulled back but you grabbed his hips as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You could feel his legs shake and he let out a whimper before pulling away from you.

“Holy shit,” he gasped and all you could do was smile. You rolled over onto your back and he admired your fucked out appearance. You had hair that was sticking to your forehead, marks covering your neck and chest, and a sheen layer of sweat covering your chest and stomach.

All you could do was smile at the thought of what you had done and you knew it would be engraved into your memories forever. Danny walked out of the bedroom and came back a few moments later with a damp washcloth and he began to clean you up. The rough material made you squirm as he ran it over your core and he laughed.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Says you,” referring to just moments ago when he pulled away from you. He nodded his head almost as a ‘touché’. He picked up his boxers before sliding them on and he threw you his sweater to wear. You slid the soft material over your body and it fell around your thighs. The sleeves were too long but you didn’t mind since that was how you liked it anyway.

You adjusted yourself in your bed and patted the spot next to you for Danny to come lay down next to you. He took the invitation and he got under your duvet. You scanned his features before applying a delicate kiss to his lips. He kissed you back as his hand rested along your cheek. Your lips moved together slowly and you prolonged it, never wanting the moment to end.

Danny pulled away and rested his head against yours and you kept your eyes closed as if it would keep the moment from disappearing. He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“What does this mean for us?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to go back to the way things were with him.

“What do you want it to mean?” He questioned. You leaned your head against his warm, toned chest and you got quiet for a moment.

“I don’t want to go back to how things were.” You said in barely a whisper. Danny took in a deep breath and for some reason, it made your stomach uneasy.

“Honestly, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted and you turned to look up at him. His eyes were closed and he just looked… peaceful.

“So…” you said quietly, not sure where to go from here.

“I say, we see where this goes. Only if you want to, I mean.” He suggested. Your heart swelled at the fact he actually wanted a real relationship with you. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m okay with that.”

***

A few weeks had gone by since you and Danny decided to test the waters and see where this whole thing went. You had decided that night to still have your occasional arguments but you didn’t want to make things so obvious for the other boys.

It wasn’t working.

“What is going on between you two? Like things are just… weird?” Jake asked as he polished his guitar. You sat on his amp and shook your head. The boys were beginning to practice for tour and you had decided to come along. But you also had plans with Danny after.

“Nothing. Maybe we’re just finally getting along, I dunno,” you lied. Jake caught your bluff and he sat his guitar down. He came closer to you and put his hands on your legs as he leaned closer to your face.

“You’re a shit liar, Y/N,” He said quietly. You could feel Danny’s eyes on you since Jake was so close. You bit your lip as you looked at him, silently asking to tell Jake. He gave you a simple nod before he continued tightening the bolts on his drum set.

“Okay fine. Danny and I are seeing each other,” you said quietly, a blush appearing over your cheeks. Jake stepped back and looked between the two of you. You stared at your feet and he gasped.

“Are you telling me that tinder hookup-“

“Yes, it was Danny. When he dropped me off a few weeks ago after that night we went out, he helped me inside and we talked a little, and things just kind of went from there.” You said quietly so the other boys wouldn’t hear.

“God damn, Wagner!” Jake cheered and Danny flipped him off as you laughed.

“Why are we cheering for Danny boy?” Sam asked as he and Josh walked back into the room.

“Y/N and Danny fucked!” Jake laughed and you gasped in horror. Danny dropped one of his sticks and threw his arms up.

“Jacob!” You yelled

“Dude, what the fuck?” Danny groaned.

“No fucking way, you’re lying!” Sam laughed as he looked between the two of you. You shook your head since the cat was out of the bag.

“Thanks a lot, Jake,” you sighed and hopped off the amp. You walked over to Danny before giving him a light kiss and the three boys behind you groaned.

“Oh god, now we have to deal with you two fucking in front of us? I’d take the arguing over that any day.” Josh groaned and you flipped him off as you kissed Danny again, this one being even longer just to piss them off. He grabbed your ass and you both smiled through the kiss.

“You’re just jealous,” Danny retorted.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks. Be back, kay?” You whispered and he nodded. You grabbed your stuff and began to leave the small little practice studio.

“I mean honestly yeah. Y/N has a great ass,” Josh shrugged and you turned around to look at him with wide eyes. Danny threw a drumstick at him which bounced right off of his head.

“Ow, Danny!” Josh complained and you couldn’t help but cover your face to avoid them seeing your laughter.

“You fucking deserved that,” Sam piped up and you finally exploded into a fit of laughter. You opened the door and waved to Danny and Jake while Josh and Sam started to argue.

“I’ll be back with waters.” You closed the door behind you and started making your way towards your car. As you got in you heard your phone go off and you pulled it out of your pocket and noticed it was a message from Danny.

You do have a great ass(;

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IGHT BET-

His Hell name is Sci,as he is an overlord who shares his territory with his twin brother,who’s hell name is Ninja. They’re both called the Bloody Twins and imma explain why but individually,starting with Ninja who’s the oldest.

Now I hope you don’t mind the fact that I made these in gacha but I rlly like their designs- they’re actually redesigned bc I originally made them differently in a more cringy way like in 2021- idk if you wanna see those but I doubt it- anyways

This is Ninja,his full over lord name is The Bloody Ninja as seen in the screenshot.

His human name when alive is Liam Marie-Jeanette- I’ll explain their parents later

When alive,he was the golden child out of him and his brother,his parents favored him more while leaving his brother to basically fend for himself. Liam stayed around his brother the most,absolutely adoring him and helping him grow up with a decent childhood. At the age of 14 he killed his father (I’ll explain in a bit) and both him and Sci were orphaned. Out of the two twins,he started working at an early age as an assassin. Around the age of 20,he found a woman,married her and had a kid with her. The reason he’s called the Bloody Ninja is because he leaves his murder scenes EXTREMELY bloody and the fact that he used every Japanese weapon because they looked cool asf and it just felt right. About almost 10 years later,its December 31st,1929. He’s running from the person he’s supposed to kill,he fell off a taller building and landed on a smaller one on top of a fuck ton of firework rockets,his left eye getting stabbed by one of them. The fireworks exploded and he got severe injuries and third degree burns,he died from his injuries.

In death,he started gaining a bit of power. New technologies from the different demons that were there from different parts of the world,upgrading his weapons at a constant,the thing is….he died on new years,the day when the extermination happens. Bro grabbed angelic weapons and forged Japanese weapons,Nina stars,katanas,etc,out of the metal.

Now let’s move onto his brother and my main oc lol.

That is Sci,The Bloody Scientist,seen in his screenshot.

His human name was Lucas Marie-Jeanette.

He was the forgotten twin mainly,his parents hated him because they only wanted one kid,they didn’t expect two. Lucas spent most of his time reading,anything that his parents taught Liam,Liam would teach it to Lucas. That’s where he learned how to read and write and talk and walk. As he grew older,he found science related books,physics,chemistry,botany,biology- everything! When he was 14,he was just using a chemistry kit he bought himself with his own money that he found and managed to earn in his earlier kid age (10 thru 13). His mother walked in and because she just hated her second crotch goblin,she grabbed his science books and his chemistry kit and threw them away. Lucas got mad,so he grabbed a nearby glass shard and slit her throat with it. His father just so happened to walk past and he grabbed him and started trying to drag him out of the house to throw him out and leave him in the streets,this is where Liam comes in and kills him. Liam didn’t want his shitty father to throw away his only pride and joy of that time.

Now orphaned,the boys do what they have to do in order to survive,they taught themselves to cook and do the chores,Lucas already know how to do most of them because of his mother making him do it. While Liam bounced from job to job,earning money,Lucas took care of the house,buying the groceries when they had enough and also helping his brother when he needed the help. At the age of 16,Lucas was already about to graduate from university,thanks to Liam saving up since they started earning money. Already at the age of 20,Lucas had just graduated from his doctorate in science and he was Liam’s best man in his wedding. Out in town just on a walk,grabbing different items from shops he ran into a rather odd fellow. A famous radio host from that very same town in Louisiana! (Sound familiar? Yeah cause its the smiling deer man himself when alive lmao I wrote it in Sci’s bio I still find it funny when I read it)

They end up starting a conversation due to Alastor asking why he was undressed,which confused our young scientist.

-“Whatever do you mean? As far as you and I are both concerned,I have all the required garments.under and over,that would show that I am not undressed in any sense.”

-“What I mean,my dear,is that you’re not smiling! You’re never fully dressed without a smile,my masculine fellow!”

They walk down the streets while discussing back and forth on why this is even a topic. They end up knowing more about each other and well,they become acquaintances. Lucas returns home,he’s still living with Liam until he can get his own place,and Liam asks him what took him so long while holding his sweet baby girl in his arms,letting his wife rest.

-“What in gods green earth took you so long? You had me worried sick. God Lu. You need a better grasp on time management.”

-“I apologize,Liam. I seemed to have bumped into the famous radio host New Orleans has to offer and well…he asked me a rather conflicting question that had no logic to it.”

Lucas proceeds to fucking explain everything in precise detail of what happened between him and Alastor.- Liam keeps it stored for now in his mind and just tells him to go wash up because and it seemed that Lucas didn’t notice that he was all sweaty- of which he then goes to shower.

Time passed and Lucas seemed rather fond of the radio host,though,having a stern,unchanging poker face,he never seemed to show it. Alastor would try to make him smile in every way,shape or form. Which then leads him to realize….he’s growing fond of the scientist- but not in a friendly manner,oh no….its more than that.

One faithful day,in fact,it was Lucas’s turn to celebrate his birthday,becoming 21 years old was a big deal for Liam,not so much for Lucas,Alastor wanted to make Lucas smile finally. He proceeded to go to an antique store and he found a very lovely gold pocket watch (the watch Sci has in his hand). He buys it,puts the box in wrapping paper and puts a lovely bow on it. He took Lucas on a picnic in a very lovely area. The scientist proceeded to just thank him for doing something nice like this,despite not needing to.

-“Oh but I wanted to,my dear! …Here. I got you a little gift for this festive day.”

He gave Lucas the box,who opened it,confused. He grew up not knowing what love and affection and happiness was…but he learned what they were thanks to his brother and now,Alastor. He saw the gold pocket watch and he froze,proceeding to pull the watch out and looking at it as it said on the front of it “New Orleans,Louisiana 1890”. Oh but that wasn’t it. He proceeded to tear up as he turned it around and saw a small A+L on it. His face grew red and he looked at Alastor with tears in his eyes before he gave him a small,but happily loving smile. He thanked him and hugged him tightly. That was also the day they confessed and the day they became….”roommates” ;) (and they were roommates)

It was the Great Depression. And it’s also the year that Lucas became a cannibal alongside Alastor. Imma quickly say…the reason he’s the Bloody Scientist is that he used random (non innocent) people as guinea pigs for his experiments and they would mainly explode suddenly and leave the room all bloody. Anyways. Lucas and Alastor were now cannibals but they were also switches (ahEm. Their favorite place to do it was the office on the desk,taking turns, also sub!Alastor supremacy like cmon man. AHeM) :).

But not everything good lasts forever. The year was 1931. Lucas was walking with Alastor into the dark woods in the middle of the night. He lead him to a delightful scenery,Lucas was besides Alastor when all of a sudden he stepped on a branch and it alerted a nearby hunter who shot him twice,in his neck and in his chest. Lucas died in Alastor’s arms but not before smiling widely and cupping his face.

-“You…were the best thing….that ever….happened to me…..I love you…thank you for being here for me…never forget me..”

Once he arrived in hell,he immediately remet with his brother,they hugged each other tightly before proceeding to wreak havoc and chaos on Hell. They quickly rose the ranks.

The king of hell himself was surprised when Lucas suddenly appeared in his mansion/palace. He formally introduced himself and he quickly became a favorite of the sweet princess of hell,she started calling him uncle. Which made Lucas,now Sci,very emotional,reminding him of his sweet niece of whom he attended the wedding of. He knelt down to Charlie’s height,which made Lucifer be on edge before being surprised that he hugged Charlie as tears rolled down his face. It made him curious of the sinner so he allowed him to be Charlie’s adoptive uncle.

The way Sci kills sinners is mainly with his needle tail that’s filled with a lovely serum that makes them combust into blood and never recover because he added angelic weapon metal flakes to it and it makes it very lethal.

The twins met a very interesting fellow one day who offered them power beyond their imaginations before they became overlords…..they’re both on a leash.

More than 80 years later,a knock stumbled upon the hotel’s doors. Charlie was the one originally expecting the person that knocked,so she happily opened the door and let them in,much to the confusion of the others,including deer man himself. The figure walked in and Charlie gave him a small tour of the lobby before starting to introduce him to the people in the hotel. Pentious knew who he was so he immediately geeked out as he is a fan of this specific demon. Nifty of course is her usual self. Husk,kinda knowing who he is,offers him a drink to which he agreed to. Angel,trying his usual seduction tricks,got denied in the most….polite way that made him apologize which was unusual. Vaggie,knowing who he was,was skeptical but trusted Charlie and was surprised when she said he’s her adoptive uncle. She went to introduce him to Alastor but Alastor was silent which was unusual for him and he examined the fellow before being his old chipper self. Though after introductions,Sci pulled out a gold pocket watch to check the time,much to Alastor’s surprise who froze right then and there and surprised everyone else from how he’s acting.

-“I’m sorry,my dear….but where did you get that beautiful watch?”

-“This old thing? My partner gave it to me on a very special day. Why?”

-“May I see it?”

Sci quietly closes the watch and hands it to him. Alastor proceeds to examine the watch before turning it around and freezing before looking at him,smile almost gone before quietly going.

-“Lucas..?”

His voice without a radio filter sounded just like him when alive. Lucas quietly examined him before freezing,grabbing the pocket watch,putting it away and hugging him tightly. Charlie awws at the scene. Everyone is confused before Alastor explains.

-“wait..radio pimp did get laid?? Oh that’s fuckin’ rich!”

When the war against heaven happened,he was killing angels effortlessly and with glee as Ninja watched alongside the V’s,mainly ignoring Vox.

He was worried when Alastor suddenly disappeared but enjoyed watching Lucifer beat the shit out of Adam.-

He very much enjoyed helping Charlie rebuild the hotel and he was even more happy when Alastor returned,smiling at the scene and hugging him tighter than everyone.

Months later,he finally reveals in front of everyone,why he wanted to lead Alastor out before he died. He pulls out a box from his pocket,gets on one knee and fucking proposes to him right then and there,making him CRY IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. Alastor says yes and about 4 weeks later,they get married.- now onto kids.

Sci knows that guys can’t have kids- but who said that’s stopping him from making ways on how to get kids.- bro literally makes a serum that he injects himself with before him and Alastor…get it on- and he manages to get himself…pregnant- I know- what a sudden twist- but but but. When he does have their little creation,they have twins- oh what a coincidence because he himself IS a twin- he names the twins Juniper and Berry- because he loved picking juniper berries to make poison with. Nicknames his baby girl June and absolutely loves Berry as well- June is the exact copy of Alastor with Sci’s eyes and Berry is a perfect mix of both-. Sci pulls the serum stunt again and they have another baby- a baby girl who’s basically the exact copy of Sci with hints of Alastor’s palette and she’s a fucking dorable.

Now let’s move onto the shit parents. Their parents aren’t really American- their dad is French,their mom is British,(I can imagine Al going nuts for a French British s/o 👀),both of them were pedos. Because every fucking friend they brought over,they would sexually harass and sometimes manage to non consensually no-no them. So they made them be loners.- they meet their boys again in hell- only to get absolutely slaughtered by ninja and sci’s new powers- alongside Al and him and sci’s kids- so in the end its a happy ending for everyone except the shit parents :D!

That’s all! If you wanna ask anything,go ahead

THE ROMANCE 👏 THE POCKET WATCH 👏 THE DRAMA 👏

#LOVE THEM #LOVE THEM LOVE THEM #Their designs are so CUTE #you put a lot of love #into them I can tell #ugh they're amazing

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