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catt-leya · 10 months

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for the smutty may : 17 and 40 from the new prompt list👉👈🥺 smt with a size kink and rick going feral but seeing the reader nervous he just has this need to calm them down and assure her 💞 some praise here and there😩😩 <3

Pretend (all 8k words of it) || Rick Grimes 18+

Like I promised the whole edited stuff...I feel like I rushed through the acutal smut part but I just feel that the story is more about the "pretendig" than the acutal smut 💗

Delayed Smutty May 19/05

Summary: Rick is tying to save you from being raped by pretending to fuck you.

Prompts: Is it gonna fit?, I'll make it fit.

Warnings: darker content, oral fixation, dirty talk, chocking (?) mention of rape (not Rick being the sick dude doing it) and my usual smutty stuff

"Put her down," the pretty blue-eyed one stares coldly into the eyes of the guy who grabbed you.

The guy with the vise arms grumbles, "Oh come on. There's more than enough of her for all of us."

"I told you to put her down," you can tell he's reluctant, but the guy lets go of you and shoves you in the handsome man's direction.

Interesting to note that the vise arm is significantly larger than the handsome one, but as you turn around to face the guy again, you can see that he is actually afraid of the guy with the blue eyes.

Which, of course, now makes you wonder why.

How bad does he have to be for a beefy guy to duck his head and mutter, "Whatever."

Smiling gratefully, you turn to your savior, "Thank you. He certainly would have-"

"Shut up and come with me," his voice gives no room for argument.

When you don't move, he hisses, "Either walk yourself or I'll throw you over my shoulder and just take you with me."

Your eyes dart to his hands.

He's not holding a gun or an axe in his hands to threaten you, but your head is screaming for you to do what he asks because you could do a lot worse if you don't.

Hesitantly, you walk up to him and ask uncertainly, "What are you going to do?"

As you come within his reach, he grabs you by the hand and drags you behind him, away from the others.

This handsome man and his group of men attacked you and before you could save yourself, you were grabbed by the men.

You are not stupid and you know exactly what is in store for you. Especially because the group of the blue-eyed one is an all-male group.

However you imagined this man could be your savior is now completely forgotten as he shoves you behind a brick shack and stands up in front of you, "You need to be loud."

Your lower lip begins to tremble, "Loud?"

He looks down your body, "Yeah, you're pretty, so it makes sense to everyone that I want you for myself."

The first tears leave your eyes, "Please let me go."

At the last word, your voice breaks and the man in front of you sighs softly, "I can't."

Now it's not just your bottom lip that's trembling, no, pure fear floods your body and you shake all over, "Please."

"What's your name?" he keeps his voice low and soft and you tearfully bring out your name.

"I'm Rick and I'm not going to touch you, so please don't be afraid of me," he says it so lightly, but you don't believe a word he says.

Even as he lets go of your arm and takes a small step backwards, "I'd like to help you, but in order to do that you'll have to pretend I'm forcing myself on you."

You wipe your tears from your face, which are quickly replaced by new ones, and sniffle, "Is this some twisted tactic now to make you feel like you're not raping me?"

He sighs and puts his head back, "I know you're scared, but I swear I won't hurt you. As long as you stay with me no one will hurt you. But for that, they must think I have unequivocally laid claim to you. So you can choose if you want to pretend to fuck me or if you want to go to Jack to really get fucked."

Silently, you stare at this Rick.

You remain tense and ready to fight back with everything you've got, but irritatingly, you have some faith in him, so you say quietly, "Okay, I'll stay with you. What do I have to do?"

He looks relieved and nods once quickly, "I need your panties and before you think again that it's a twisted way to get into your pants. No it isn't. It's a trophy I need for the others to believe me."

Surprisingly, you don't object and murmur softly in a tear-choked voice, "Turn around, please."

"I won't turn my back on you. I can only promise you not to look down," again his voice is so velvety soft it gives you goosebumps.

Slowly you nod and reach down.

Motionless he stares into your eyes and you have to give him credit that he really doesn't lower his eyes even once.

Only when you hand him your pink lace panties does he look at your legs covered by a pair of short jeans: "I want you to moan and scream. Pretend I'm fucking you. Pretend I've got your face pressed against the wall and I'm sinking my cock so deep inside you that tomorrow you won't be able to walk."

With your mouth open, you stare at him and he hisses, "Go."

The fact is, his words have embarrassingly turned you on a bit and you take a few seconds to realize what you're doing.

Eyes fixed on your lacy panties in his hand, you groan softly and he hums, "Louder. The others need to be able to hear you."

Again you groan, but he shakes his head. You're still too quiet.

He takes a step toward you and rams his fist into the wall next to your head and you cry out.

"That's it," his praise relaxes you and you stare at him with huge eyes as you moan loudly, "Please."

Rick nods and exclaims, "You dirty whore, want it that way."

You moan and realize how close he still is in front of you.

So incredibly close.

"Rick," your voice is getting rougher now and he looks down at your lips: "Take it all."

He moves closer to you, "Fucking good girl."

His chest brushes your shoulder and you whimper, which in turn makes him murmur, "Louder..."

Rick's body radiates so much heat that you push closer to him and he growls, "Imagine me pressing you against the wall with my whole body. You could barely move while I fuck you."

Your body trembles and this time it's not out of fear.

"I'd put my lips to your neck and mark you to show everyone you're my property while you spill over your thighs like a good girl," now he shields you completely with his body and with each breath your breasts press against his torso.

He leans forward until his lips graze your ear and he teases you in a low voice, "You're too quiet. The others will be wondering why you're not screaming."

His curls tickle your cheek as he lifts his head again, "But I already know how we're going to solve that problem."

Before you realize what's happening, he lifts his hand to your face and places his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down. Slowly, you open your lips and notice the heat rising into your cheeks.

You are so incredibly hot and yet you are shivering all over.

The tip of your tongue brushes the tip of his finger and he murmurs, "Dirty girl."

Then he raises his second hand and unceremoniously pushes your pink panties into your mouth.

Your surprised cry is muffled and he leans forward again, "You look pretty with your panties in your mouth."

You completely freeze as he presses his upper body tighter against you, "When we're about to join the others you'll stay close to me the whole time and I mean it. Even if you want to go pee, I'll come with you. If you disappear alone I can't promise you that one of the others won't find you and you'll have to suck a dick. You won't say anything but "Yes, Rick" and "No, Rick" and if I want something from you, you do it without question. Got it?"

Broad and tall he stands in front of you and even though a little voice in your head tells you he'll 'save you' you're still intimidated and nod with tears in your eyes.

Your panties in your mouth are degrading and the wetter the fabric gets in your mouth, the wetter you get between your legs.

Again he raises a hand and you visibly flinch, "Shhh, remember, I'm not going to hurt you."

With huge eyes, you stare into his blue eyes as he places his hand in your hair and gently tousles it. You realize he wants you to look like fresh sex as he reaches into his thick curls as well, and when he's done, they fall deep into his eyes.

Still shaking all over, he grabs your arm with a sigh, "It's probably not even that bad that you're still so scared of me. It makes it more believable."

He pulls you up next to him and you stumble along beside him as he walks up to his friends.

You feel the greedy stares of the men on you and press yourself against the lesser evil next to you.

"Had to shut her up, huh?", Jack, the guy who wanted you at the beginning, grins at Rick, but Rick just drags you to a big tree.

Rick leans over your shoulder so that his gray beard scratches your neck: "You don't talk to anyone about the fact that I didn't touch you and now sit down on the floor like a good girl and wait until I come back to you. If someone should approach you, call for me. That's all, okay? I will stay within earshot. Just call my name and don't say another word."

You nod and he pushes you to the ground.

There's something inside you against giving in to him, but in some twisted way, you trust him.

Trust him so much that you don't say a word as he pulls your panties out of your mouth and stuffs them into his pants pocket, "I'll be right back. Remember what I said."

You nod, but he doesn't even see it anymore because he's already turning his back on you and walking to his colleagues.

At least, you think they're his colleagues.

Your eyes are glued to Rick's back so you don't lose sight of him in case you need him.

The whole situation has escalated so quickly that you've barely had time to think straight.

Until now.

With your eyes firmly fixed on your 'savior', you try to think about how the hell you're going to get out of here.

The fact is, you trust Rick to some degree.

He hasn't touched you in a lewd way, and he hasn't left you at the mercy of the other guys.

Still, you can't stay here forever and trust Rick to keep his dick in his pants.

"Well, sweetie," you jerk your head around to the sleazy guy at your side.

He bends low over you and saliva flies into your face as he purrs kinkily, "I bet I can fuck you better than that stud. Come on, let's get out into the woods and I'll show you."

He reaches out for you and you flinch, calling out hoarsely, "Rick?"

Your voice isn't loud, but not 5 seconds later, he's standing by you and you stare at him as he juts his chin and looks the guy coldly in the eye, "She's mine and you know it. I. Don't. Share."

Still looking at you, the spitter says, "Don't act like that. She can easily handle another cock."

Rick takes a step forward, shielding you like this, "That's my pussy. Mine alone. I'm not going to stuff my dick in something that had yours in it and if you try I'll rip your balls off and then you can have a go at taking something that's mine."

You make yourself as small as you can, but Rick blindly grabs your shoulder and drags you to your feet.

He pulls you roughly in front of him and grabs one of your titts, "Whose are you?"

Your heart hammers way too fast in your chest and you mumble anxiously, "Yours."

With his hand he squeezes tighter and with tears in your eyes you repeat, "I'm yours, Rick."

The guy stares at your chest, which Rick is clutching, then snorts, "I get it."

With one last look at your terrified face, he shrugs and then turns around, once he's a few feet away from you, Rick lets go of your chest and mumbles a soft, "I'm sorry. Really."

You're shaking all over, and oddly enough, his chest, pressing against your back, reassures you, "I had to do that, or he wouldn't have let go. Of course I don't own you and I'm sorry I had to touch you like that."

You take a deep breath and he asks softly, "Do you want me to let you go-"

"No!" your voice almost rolls over and a couple of the guys turn to look at you.

With Rick, no one will hurt you.

With Rick around, you'll be fine.

Panicked, you cling to his arms to make sure he doesn't leave you alone again.

He has to stay.

"Okay, okay," gently he pulls you to him and slides down the tree you were leaning against earlier with you between his legs.

Your little body seems so fragile in the way you cling to him, and it breaks his heart,

Granted, you are beautiful and that is why he wanted you, but he is not sick and would never force himself on you.

He's counting the days until he can rip everyone's head off.

Just not yet.

Now he has to play along.

His warm body presses against yours and at that moment you don't care if it's a sick game on his part to get you into bed after all, because you just want to close your eyes and forget that it's really happening right now.

You take a deep breath and ask softly, "Do you swear not to hurt me if I sleep now?"

Gently, Rick presses you closer to his body, "I swear to you."

Slowly you let yourself sink further against him and murmur ashamedly, "You're staying with me, aren't you? Until I wake up? Don't leave me alone."

You sound whiny, but sleeping is a damn vulnerable position to put yourself in, and you can only pray that Rick really won't hurt you then, and that he'll protect you from the others.

Sleeping while the other men are just waiting to yank your pants off your hips seems impossible, so you sigh in relief as Rick growls, "I'll stay with you. If I have to leave, I'll wake you."

You nod and lean your head against his shoulder, squinting your eyes.

He's not going to hurt you.

He won't hurt you.

He won't.

Rick stares at you for what seems like an eternity, until your breathing calms and he's sure you're asleep, before he leans his head against the tree himself and lets his eyes slide through the group of men.

He will slaughter them all.

A hand gently pulls at your hair and you hear a deep voice, "I have to get up."

Grumbling, you press harder against the heat source and squeeze your eyes shut only tighter.

The underground lifts a little languidly, "You can sleep later."

Then it comes back to you.

You remember what happened and where you are.

Immediately you tear your eyes open and push away from Rick, who smiles slightly at you, "There you go."

You stare at him.

He must have just woken up because his dark curls are sticking out in all directions and his blue eyes are beaming tiredly at you.

Damn, why does he have to be so handsome?

His looks obviously bring him advantages.

If only for the fact that you like to let him touch you, as you are doing now.

You don't flinch as he leans toward you and pulls you back against him.

He doesn't seem bothered and wants to treat you respectfully, but by the way he looks at you from under his lashes, makes you give in and let him pull you against his chest.

"I thought you had to get up," your voice is rough because you're still so tired and you wince as he laughs harshly, "Changed my mind."

Still you are between his legs, as you fell asleep yesterday, staring at his chest that rises and falls regularly.

The fact is that he hasn't moved an inch and has spent the whole night leaning against the tree, while also allowing you to abuse him as a pillow.

There is a comfortable silence between you and him and at that moment you realize that nothing is stirring in your camp.

Confused, you look up at Rick, "Why is everyone still asleep when you have to get up already?"

One of his hands is on your hip, squeezing gently as he reaches with the other to smooth his hair, "Why are you so curious?"

Rick pushes his hair back, but it immediately springs back to its previous place and without much thought, you raise your hand and reach into his curls yourself.

Surprised, he blinks at you and drops his own hand as you fix his hair, "Well, if you're waking me up in the middle of the night because you really need to get up, I do wonder what the reason could be."

His soft curls slip through your fingers and you tug lightly as you pull out a leaf.

"I need to meet with someone," Rick's voice deepens as he speaks more quietly.

You push his hair behind his ears in one last motion and then nod slowly, "Okay, but take me with you."

So you sit up in a way that disengages you from him, he still keeps his hand on your hip and somehow you don't mind.

"Why?" his question is logical.

Why would he take a stranger with him?

But you wonder who he wants to talk to, so you tell the truth: "It may be that my people skills are completely crap, but I have a feeling you don't fit in with the guys here at all. I'm not stupid and I can see that they're scared of you, but I'm pretty sure it's not because you're brutal towards women. So I'd like to know what you're doing because I kind of trust you and actually would hate to sit here separated from you until you come back or one of those bastards rapes me."

Dumbly he stares at you and you pull a face, "Please? I'll also do exactly what you want me to do and shut up, of course."

For a moment he still says nothing and when you already think he's really going to leave you here he sighs softly, "Fine, you can come with me."

Smiling broadly at him, you push yourself to your feet and stand up.

From above, you look down at him as he grumbles and ponderously stands up, and curiously you ask, "How old are you, anyway?"

Immediately his eyes dart back to you before he turns and leads you deeper into the forest: "Old enough to be your father."

Stumbling, you jog behind him and reach for his hand in the darkness, "Is Rick your real name?"

He doesn't pull his hand from yours and instead slips his fingers through yours, "Yes."

His hand is large and warm in yours, "Is it a short form? For Richard?"

Rick sighs, "Didn't you say you wouldn't talk?"

"When we get to your meeting place. Soooooo?" your voice is soft.

Gently he pulls you closer to his side as he dodges a branch, "No. Just Rick."

Your hip brushes his leg and you smile broadly at him, "The name suits you."

There's silence for a moment, then he sighs, "Okay, you've got my attention. Why does the name suit me?"

You can barely see his face in the darkness, but you look at him anyway, "Oh, I just couldn't imagine a soft and melodic name with you. You're...too hard."

His soft laugh fills the forest, "I'm hard?"

Immediately, a blush rises to your face as you realize what he's alluding to.

Gently, he pulls you closer to him again and squeezes your hand, "So? I thought you wanted to talk to me. Don't you want to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You keep quiet about the fact that you're thinking about his cock, even though you imagine he knows what you're thinking about, or he wouldn't emphasize it so much.

He lets go of your hand and puts his arm around your shoulder. You know he's teasing you and wants to tease you, but you suddenly feel boiling hot and bite your lower lip, "Why are the others afraid of you?"

Rick is pleasantly warm beside you, "Why aren't you?"

Good question.

Why aren't you afraid of him?

Respect? Yes.

But you're actually not afraid.

You don't mind him touching you and you have to admit that you even like feeling his hands on your body.

"Don't avoid my question," you tug on his jacket and he sighs, "Yeah, okay. I've had to do some things to survive so far. As have we all. But it seems like what I've done is probably pretty scary."

You absently slide your cold hands under his jacket hem and he winces.

He's so ridiculously warm that you sigh softly, "What did you do?"

His stomach feels tight and flat under your palms, and you can't believe he's letting you do this to him.

He remains silent, then says in a low voice, "I bit out their former leaders' throat and gutted another one of them alive."

You trip over your own legs and Rick stops to catch you and you pull your hands from his body, "You what?!"

Cocking your head, you look up at him and he tilts his head, "I bit his throat out and spit the piece on the ground while he bled out at my feet and yet I'm a better man than the group I'm with. Yes, I have massive amounts of blood on my hands, but I can proudly say you actually have nothing to fear."

Blinking, he lowers his gaze and leans forward so that his lips graze your ear, "I won't hurt you."

You freeze as he leans in even further and you feel his teeth against your neck, "Do you know how pretty you are?"

The jump in subject is so huge that your brain can barely keep up and all you can feel is his lips on your skin.

His body is so close to you that you realize again how much taller Rick actually is and when he reaches for your wrist and clasps it in his big hand, you whimper softly.

Not from pain, but from pure excitement.

Just being near him makes you so ridiculously hot that your voice is all husky, "Your meeting."

Gently he walks towards you and you take a step back.

"He can wait," and he takes another step toward you and you back away again.

His fingers still encircle your wrist, but you make no move to pull away from him either. Instead, you let him push you up against a tree and stare up at him.

He lifts his head and looks down at you.

Nothing more.

He just looks at you, and in the dim light breaking through the trees, his eyes seem unnatural.

It's completely silent around you and the only thing you hear is his quiet breathing.

Slowly you lower your gaze, because you can't look him in the eyes all the way through, and let your gaze glide over his neck and broad shoulders.

You feel him staring at you as you look at his chest and stomach.

He is a handsome man.

That's clear.

Slowly, he releases his fingers from your wrist and slides them through your fingers again, "Come."

Completely perplexed, you let him pull you further through the forest.

You could have sworn he would kiss you.

Wouldn't pretend, but would really put his lips on yours and you would have let him.

He pulls you through a bush and then you're at a road and across from you you see a guy pacing back and forth, "Where have you been?"

Rick pulls you to his side, "I got a little distracted."

You try to make out the guy with the raspy voice a little better in the dim light.

His longer hair brushes his shoulders as he lowers his head a bit and looks at you, "Who is she?"

The two men speak as if you're not there, but as you promised, you shut up and grit your teeth as Rick growls, "She insisted on coming along."

The guy with the long hair raises an eyebrow, "And you couldn't just say no and leave her behind?"

You tense up and Rick squeezes your hand, "She would have run after me."

Now you feel like a dog, but he's not wrong either.

The guy finally looks at you and then rolls his eyes, "Dude, you could be her father."

Rick snorts, "It's not like that, Daryl."

This Daryl throws an arm in the air, "Of course it's like that. You can't sell me that you don't want to fuck that girl."

Stiffly, Rick takes a step toward Daryl, but you're quicker, digging a finger into the long-haired ass's chest, "I can take a lot of shit. For my sake, you can talk over my head like I'm not even there, but I swear I'll rip your dick off if you even mention whose dick I let inside me and whose I don't one more time."

Dumbly staring at you, Rick chuckles softly behind you, "See? I didn't stand a chance."

Slowly, Daryl takes a step back and grumbles, "Fine by me."

He shoulders the crossbow you're only now seeing and asks quietly, "How's it going?"

Rick removes his hand from yours and steps around you, "Slow as hell, but I should be able to get it in a few days."

You look up at him and cross your arms, "What do you want to get done?"

"You'll see when the time comes," Rick's eyes flash and you grit your teeth. Of course, he wouldn't tell you what he wants to do.

For a few minutes the two men talk and you have no idea what they're talking about when Rick finally murmurs to you, "We've got to get back or they'll start wondering where we are."

Sure enough, the sun has risen in the meantime and Daryl slowly backs up, "I'll be back in two days."

Rick gives him a slight nod and grabs my hand, "Come on."

He pulls me back into the woods and I look back over my shoulder at Daryl who disappears into the woods on the other side, "You're actually with another group, aren't you?"

Rick growls in agreement and you squeeze his hand, "Knew you are."

You notice how tense Rick is as he mutters, "I'm sure the others noticed we weren't there."

He lowers his head and pulls you back against a tree.

Unresisting, you let him push you against the tree a second time in a short time, and he sighs, "We've been out too long."

You bite your lower lip and dare to ask him directly, "Then why don't we just get out of here. Take me with you and let's go."

Rick shakes his head, "I can't."

You look at him questioningly, but he just shakes his head and then puts it to the side a little, "Come on." He points to his neck and you stare at him, completely perplexed, "Huh?"

You have no idea what he wants from you and he rolls his eyes with a sigh, like you're slow on the uptake, "Give me a hickey, sweetheart."

'Sweetheart'.

That's the pet name he gives you and you like it.

Maybe you took a liking to him.

"Why?" your voice is low and weak and he growls, "Proof."

His bright eyes bore into yours and you nod, "Okay."

You stand on your tiptoes and place your lips on his neck.

On the spot between his neck and throat.

Tears well up in your eyes as you start to nibble on his skin.

Not because it's so bad, but more because you're a bit ashamed of how much you enjoy putting your lips on his body.

Gently, he places his hand on your back to pull you closer to him and murmurs harshly, "Good girl."

Your breasts are pressed against his chest and with tears on your cheeks you whimper against his skin.

He feels the tears land on his skin and his heart tightens, "I'm going to get you out of here soon."

You suck on his neck one last time and then lick over the red glowing spot before looking into his eyes and he stares at you languidly, "You even look pretty when you cry."

You blink and he presses you against a tree with his body, "So beautiful."

His body against yours feels so good and you lick over your slightly swollen lips as you look briefly at his neck and murmur, "You think I'm pretty?"

"Fuck, yeah," he stares at your lips and you're afraid your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

Yes, he pushes you against the tree and constricts you, but otherwise he doesn't hurt you.

He wouldn't touch you.

His beautiful eyes bore into yours and you feel the need to lean forward again and press your lips to his collarbone.

He's so strong and so damn manly that you press your legs together and lick your lips again, "One hickey will do?"

His eyes flash and he takes a deep breath, "What do you want?"

So many possibilities.

Endless possibilities.

The thought of him giving you almost anything you want crosses your mind and you swallow hard, "Kiss me."

Slowly he leans in and growls, "I shouldn't. We're just pretending."

With a pout, you bat your eyelashes and press closer to him, "Pretending?"

His nose brushes your cheek, "Hmhm.."

As a few leaves rattle, Rick flinches and lets his gaze wander to see if anyone is watching you, but you lift your hands and place them on his cheeks to turn his face back to you.

You've never touched him so intimately before.

It's intimate in a different way than his hand on your titts.

His gaze softens and you pull his face closer to yours, "If you want, you can pretend to kiss me."

His breath hits your lips as he breathes, "Sweetheart."

"Please," you lean forward yourself to join your lips.

He flinches but applies pressure into the kiss himself.

Your fingers slide through his beard and he moans harshly into the kiss.

He's warm and hard and when he presses his leg between your legs, you gasp against his lips.

It's bold and direct, but not overbearing.

Gently, he pushes your head back a little and that gives him the opportunity to kiss you deeper.

So much deeper.

His tongue is in your mouth and you can taste him.

Can taste the mint leaves he chewed earlier.

He puts one hand low on your hip and the other slips a few inches under your shirt as he hums at your mouth, "I'm not taking advantage of you. We're just pretending."

His hand feels rough on your soft skin and you reach for his waistband.

Immediately, he releases his lips from yours and murmurs, "We don't have to do this."

Rick is a good man, you're sure of it by now.

You have no idea what he's doing among all the assholes, but he's not one.

Frozen, he doesn't resist as you unfasten his belt and undo the button, "Rick, I want you."

And you don't want to just pretend he's fucking you.

His blue eyes dart over your face, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Gently, you lean further into his touch and kiss his jaw, "No, and I don't want a show either. I want it to be real."

Your hand slides into his pants and he gasps hoarsely.

His cock is hard in his pants and so fucking big, "Do you want me?"

Your little hand closes tighter around his cock and his brain shuts down, "Fuck yeah."

It's been ages since he's been inside a woman and he's probably never wanted anyone as much as he wants you.

He presses his hips harder against you, not giving a thought to whether or not he's smothering you with his body.

His movements become frantic and needy.

He pushes your hands aside and grabs your pants.

It's all happening so fast.

One moment you're asking him if he even wants you, and the next you're standing half naked in front of him, with a big cock wedged between your bodies.

Your confidence disappears with each twitch of his cock and you look up at him nervously, "Is it gonna fit?"

Rick bites his lower lip and stares at his twitching cock against your belly, "I'll make it fit."

You wince and immediately he looks you in the eye again.

Your whole body tenses and the wild look he was giving you before softens, "Are you nervous, sweetheart? When was the last time you had a cock in your pussy?"

Briefly your eyes dart back to his cock, "It's been a while...and it's never been this big either. Rick, I'm small...I don't know if you can push into me."

Gently, he puts a finger to your chin and lifts it a little before kissing you softly, "That's okay. I'll go real slow and if you want me to stop, I'll do it without you having to explain yourself."

Lasciviously, he leans even closer and murmurs hoarsely against your ear, "And your pussy is made to take cocks inside you. Most of all, your pussy is made to swallow my cock."

Your knees go weak and all you can do is nod.

His cock is so hard against your belly, you start rubbing against him pathetically.

Panting, he presses against you even harder and you slide your belly up and down his cock as you grab his upper arms and whimper, "Please, Rick."

Breathing heavily, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

His beard scrapes across your chin and your movements become more choppy and needy as Rick slips his tongue between your teeth and you groan hoarsely.

His cock twitches between you and he growls into your mouth, "Fuck, you're so pretty."

Hectically, you nod and kiss him harder as he pulls his hips back slightly and instead of his knee, slides his cock between your legs.

The length of his shaft slides lengthwise through your labia and feels so good against your clit that you bite his lower lip hard and your body trembles.

Without thinking, you rub against his cock and with each moan he hears from you he rewards you with, "Good girl. So needy for me."

Shamelessly you press your breasts against him and he murmurs, "That's it."

Purposefully, he pulls back his cock, glistening with your wetness, and then adjusts it so that it presses against your wet pussy entrance and you throw your head back into your neck.

His broad tip pushes an inch inside you and your whole body tenses.

He's too big.

Without you having to say it, Rick knows and slides his lips to your ear, "I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax and let it happen. Just let me take you."

Gasping, he presses a little further into you, widening you so much that you can barely see straight.

All your senses are focused solely on the stretching that Rick's thick cock is causing inside you.

Trembling, you try to relax, "Rick."

Your voice is rough and far too fragile, but as he gives you more of himself his name is lost in a moan and he gasps, "Oh holy shit, you're tight."

It feels to him like you're crushing him and he has to pull himself together to keep from slamming his cock into your tight cunt in one thrust.

With circular motions you try to lower your hips further onto him, again teasing your clit that pulses between your legs and literally screams for Rick.

You barely notice as Rick lifts his hand and reaches for your neck.

He presses the back of your head against the tree and looks at you from under heavy lids, "You're going to take every inch, right?"

"Yes, Rick," your voice is a gasp as he presses further into you.

He kisses you on the cheek, "That's my pretty girl."

Almost languidly he pushes himself into you inch by inch and you squirm and moan his name over and over until he growls, "Oh fuck," and is up to his balls in your cunt.

You can't manage another sentence and just mumble, "Full. So full."

He fills you completely and nods at your words, "Shhh, I know."

His thumb glides over your pounding pulse and then your jaw.

Quickly, you turn your head a little to the side and grab his thumb.

Gently, you suck it into your mouth and feel Rick wince and move inside you.

Sucking on his thumb while his cock is inside you feels dirty, but it also turns you on and you animate him to finally move inside your pussy and give you both what you desperately want and need.

Rick stares at your mouth as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts into you again, "You like the dirty stuff, huh? Like it when I use you."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and he hisses, "You want to be mine."

You groan.

He feels good.

Too good.

With each thrust his cock rubs against your clit and trembling you get closer to your climax.

With each thrust he comes closer to his climax.

He presses his thumb flat on your tongue, "Make me cum inside you. I want to mark you."

You gag slightly and nod.

Hard he rams his hips against you and you can barely think as the knot loosens in your stomach and you squint your eyes.

You tighten around him and Rick moans, "That's my girl. Perfect little pussy."

With one final thrust, he presses his whole body against your small body and pulls his thumb out of your mouth to kiss you hard as his cock twitches and pulses inside you.

You cling to Rick and whimper into his mouth, "So good."

"I know," his voice is low and his accent heavy.

Slowly he pulls out of you and with him you feel his cum drip out of you down your thighs.

You feel dirty.

And so fucking hot.

Snorting, he rests his forehead against yours, "We really need to get back."

"Yeah," neither of you move.

Rick searches your gaze: "I'll get you out of here as fast as I can. I promise."

You nod and in silent agreement you get dressed and you follow Rick back to the camp and the people you met him with, not knowing why he's even with them or what his plan is.

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Wrong Number 8

Eddie and Steve threw a few more axes, Eddie getting unnecessarily close to fix Steve's form many times. There was a point where Eddie didn't even need to fix anything but if Steve was letting him touch, he would. After about half an hour more, Robin took Steve into the bathroom again. Eddie knew he was the subject of the conversation. He just didn't know in what regard.

He skipped over to Jeff. "Ain't he a peach?"

"Got an ass like one", Jeff offered.

"Just utter perfection. Don't go oglin' him too much though. I might get the wrong idea."

"He's all yours Eddie. I don't even think a crowbar could get between you two right now", Jeff said.

Steve came out of the bathroom with Robin and it was decided that Robin would head on back to the apartment, taking Steve's car.

"You're letting Robin drive?", Eddie asked with a raised brow. He remembered Steve remarking quite a bit how his little birdie had two left wings, so to speak and how it took her about five tries to get her driver's license because she'd been so nervous behind the wheel.

"She can make it", Steve said confidently. "And it'll give us some time to ourselves. And I'll need someone to drive me when the night's done." He stepped closer to Eddie and Eddie closed the distance even more. It was like they were magnetic.

"Drive you home?"

Steve smiled, hearing the hopeful tone in his voice. "I was thinking your place, actually."

They were nearly nose to nose now and Steve barely even noticed Robin taking the keys from his pocket. Eddie couldn't stand being that close and not kissing him so he did just that. The only thing that made them stop was Jeff shooing them out just as a kid's birthday party came in. Couldn't have them doing all that in front of children, after all.

Eddie led Steve to his van. "Your chariot, your highness", he said as he opened the door for him.

Steve got in and looked around, taking in everything that was Eddie. Eddie practically ran to get in on the other side and turn it on.

"So, where to?"

"I could eat", Steve said. His stomach was still fluttering with how new everything was, so he didn't think he'd be eating much, but he could put something in his stomach.

Eddie took them to a little restaurant and Eddie admitted to being nervous to and not wanting to eat much, so they agreed on just some appetizers.

"I feel like I'm about two seconds from vomiting. In a good way!", he added quickly.

"A little worrying that you've been letting me kiss you all night with that knowledge", Steve grinned. He reached out across the table and held Eddie's hand. "I can't believe I can just touch you."

"You can do more than touch", Eddie said, kissing his fingertips.

"Is this...are we...?" Steve's gaze turned down.

"What?"

"Are we going too fast? We just met today but-I mean normally when I meet a guy, I'm not all over him like this but with you-"

"Sweet thing", Eddie beamed. "I've been courtin' you since you sent that first text."

Steve chuckled. "The very first one?"

"Well maybe not when you thought I was still Misty. But I don't consider this a first meeting. How can I when we already know so much about each other?" Eddie knew how Steve was before bed and right when we woke up. Steve knew which tattoos had meaning and which didn't.

"So I'm not...you don't think I'm being too much?", Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head. "Baby you could crawl in my ribs and it wouldn't be close enough. I've been trying to drink you in all night, haven't you noticed?"

"I might've noticed a few sips here and there", Steve got warm as Eddie kissed up his wrist. Only the table standing between them got in the way of going further. But it was very easy to imagine Eddie's lips having nothing in their way.

Eddie's eyes had been closed while savoring Steve's skin but when he opened them they were dark with desire. "What do you say we-"

"Yes."

They had time for dinner dates (which they'd already done) and eventful outings. Right now the things they wanted to do required privacy. Eddie was on his best behavior, trying to take the quickest route back to his place. Steve was doing every naughty thing imaginable, short of unzipping Eddie's pants and giving him road head. He stroked Eddie's thigh, kissed his neck, licked in his ear, played with his hair.

And even when Eddie gave him a soft reprimand, lest they crash, Steve found ways to torture him.

"So mean, not letting me touch you", he said, squirming in his seat. He started rolling his hips like he was grinding the air and Eddie thought he was going to lose his mind.

He pretty much screeched to a stop and tore both their doors open. Once Steve was out, Eddie pinned him to the side of the van, devouring his mouth and pressing their hips together. He was already fully tented in his jeans.

"You knowmmm", Steve broke off in a moan as Eddie released his lips to start on his neck. "You have a van. You could've just pulled o-oohhh-off and had me back there."

"A pretty thing like you?", Eddie smirked. "You deserve a bed, princess."

With that clear goal in mind, Eddie took Steve up to his apartment. Steve had just enough time to take in sights familiar from past video calls: the guitar, one of the many band posters, and various mugs hanging in the kitchen before Eddie was pulling him into the bedroom. Eddie sat on the bed and Steve slid easily into his lap.

Eddie groaned at the weight on him. "Got a present for me, big boy?", he asked, hands going behind Steve to squeeze his cheeks.

"Sounds like you already know."

He did. Touching Steve so much gave him a little preview. But it was still fun to unwrap it later. He did just that, unbuttoning and then unzipping Steve's pants to see the flash of purple lace.

"You like?", Steve asked. He didn't need to though, Eddie's face was easy to read.

"Oh baby, I like. I like very much." Eddie helped Steve out of his shirt, kissing the skin that was revealed to him and then helped him out of his pants.

Steve stood before Eddie who was still sitting on the bed and put his hands on his shoulders. Eddie's hands went to his hips, touching the lavender material almost reverently. He showed restraint, not immediately diving in, but just for a second. He tried going in for a taste but Steve put a finger to his forehead, stopping him.

"Your turn."

He went around Eddie and laid across the bed, waiting for him to get on with it. Eddie was a whirlwind of clothes being torn off his body and Steve laughed as he hopped into bed with him.

"You moved like the Tasmanian Devil", Steve smiled.

Eddie put an arm around Steve's waist and pulled him in close. "Well you make me go-", then he made a bunch of incomprehensible babbling noises. "Please don't kick me out of bed", he said once he realized what he did.

But Steve had been smiling the whole time. Then laughing. Then petting Eddie's hair and bringing him in for a kiss.

"Sooo, you're not turned off?", Eddie ventured. Steve was kissing his jaw now, but he had to ask to be sure.

"I always thought Taz was kinda cute."

"I'm more of a Bugs Bunny guy myself", Eddie said.

Steve smirked as he reached down to grasp Eddie's cock that had been sitting between them, weeping and neglected until now. He leaned in, whispering hotly as Eddie's curls tickled his cheek.

"What's up, doc?"

"Holy shit", Eddie gasped out as Steve started to stroke him. "That shouldn't be so hot."

"Life's full of surprises, isn't it?", Steve winked.

Only about two years later, before all of their friends and family in their best formal wear, would Steve admit that he knew Eddie was the one from the first time they made love. Because he made him laugh the entire time.

"It wasn't only because I made you laugh, right?", Eddie would ask during their third dance of the night.

"I was only laughing so much because of how funny, brilliant, romantic, and sexy you were that night", Steve said.

Steve was wearing a golden yellow tuxedo with black accents, while Eddie was wearing the reverse. It was fitting, given that of all the pet names Eddie gave him, 'honey' probably came up the most. Honey, sweet thing, sweetheart, and even one time sugar tits. Eddie was obsessed with telling Steve how sweet he was.

"And to think, this wouldn't've happened if that girl gave you her real number", Eddie mused out loud. "Her loss. Her incredibly, massively huge loss."

"No", Steve smiled, bringing his hands to Eddie's face to give him a sweet kiss. "I think I got the right number."

1 year ago...

[10:33 am] If these kids ask about boba one more time I'm gonna turn myself into wild garlic and find a field to disappear in.

(11:17 am) 💍? tonite? (11:18 am) We could order from that new Taiwanese place too (11:18 am) I promise no boba (11:37 am) cmon Steve i've never had food from taiwannn i wanna try it

(12:52 pm) Honey?

[12:53 pm] There is NO way that you're proposing to me through a text right now

(1:01 pm) What? Shit no! Wait not no but no I was asking if you wanted to watch The Ring tonight? The one about the cursed video? (1:03 pm) Stevie? (1:03 pm) Baby? (1:04 pm) Shit you're working now. (1:04 pm) Pls dont be mad? And pls come home after work

Steve did come home to their now shared apartment and Eddie had been waiting on his knees, one of his own wings on a tiny pillow that Steve didn't even know they had. Eddie had babbled about wanting to plan for it more and talk about it more and getting an actual ring and making the proposal special but how he'd known for a while now that he wanted to marry Steve and it was in such an anxious rush that Steve's ears only got part of it.

His heart got all of it.

"On your feet, Taz. Yes, I'll marry you."

Eddie shot up and gathered Steve in his arms, spinning them around in a whirl. Eddie definitely tried to get them to fall on the couch when they started to lose their balance but he miscalculated and they hit the floor instead, one of Eddie's legs catching on the coffee table.

Despite the pain, Steve was giggling. "I knew we should've taken that left turn at Alburquerque."

Eddie groaned at how his leg smarted. "That's all folks."

END

Yaaay! Thank you for another one! If you liked the lil tidbits of Steve's job here I'm planning a teacher au soon so be on the lookout for that :)

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lillithhearts · 4 months

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hope I'm not a bother but i saw that you wanted someone to sent Lucifer requests so— i'm only giving ideas, don't force yourself to write this if u don't like this idea:3

angst headcanons/one shot (whatever u prefer) with lucifer x fallen angel male! reader (yes, we need more Male readers) who gets hurt by Adam at the fight in the extermination and maybe Lucifer is too late to save him?

Lucifer x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

I MEANT NICE THINGS😭 but I shall oblige because I love this idea!!

Not Proofread!

Warnings: Injured reader, character death

Song listened to while writing this

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You always stood up for what you believed was right, that's how you ended up here; in hell

Defying the rules and boundaries set by heaven and its authority is a crime punishable by Banishment. Forcefully removed from your loved ones, the deafing fall; the change in scenery and people.

The hell that was created for people deemed not worthy for the pearly gates; the place you laid when you first fell; helped up to stand was the very king of Hell himself, Lucifer. Why was he there, why'd he come to help you? You never questioned him about it, maybe because you, too were once an angel; thrown to the wolves by the people who were meant to protect you, perhaps Lucifer related to you or pitied you.

You didn't complain when he took you to his palace; safe from the horrids of "Hell", over the years you grew together and fell into something different, a love story. From that day you swore you'd do anything to protect him and his dreams just as he had protected you.

That's how you got here. Defending your husbands daughters hotel with everything in your might. You grew close with Charlie and decided to assist her; knowing you'd be protecting Your dear husband's precious only daughter; that's why the screams of your name rang in your ears now. Something in your body hurt that's for sure but you can't quite place where, you remember seeing Adam; trying to protect Charlie from the Commander. His Axe and wrath was standing in front of you; the place you currently laid was familiar; the hotel lobby. Now wrecked and crumbled from the terror, you tried to look around. Your wings weren't functioning anymore as you tried to sit up; quickly a loud Yelp pushed past your lips as you finally felt what was hurting you

The angelic spear that had seemingly staked you on the way down. You watched as Adams gaze shifted to Charlie after taking a moment to sneer at you, your blood boiled both at the man and the fact you couldn't do anything to help. The fight between Lucifer and Adam was a blur to you, All you'd remember was that beam of light barely missing you while splitting the hotel you loved in half.

Now you were shaken awake by a face you know all too well, a smile grazed your features as you looked at the man you loved

"Dove! Sweetheart, hey— hey look at me, I'm here okay? We'll get you help"

You weakly wheezed as you heard the panic and fear in his voice that he tried to hide from you, you held onto his arm, weakly placing your hand on his forearm

"yeah Luci, I don't think I'm making this"

the sting in your heart was more painful than any weapon could do as you watched his face change into a feeling of despair. His still demonic eyes are filled with tears as he clutches onto your body; weeps heard from the man as he held you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to ease the pain you had endured. a shaking hand stroking your messy bloodied hair, the man's heart wretched as he felt you limp in his arms; body growing cold as your chest went down for the last time. He had just found you, and already lost you.

Authors note : IM LIKE.. KINDA BAD AT WRITING ANGST?? I HOPE THIS WAS OKAYY

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scekrex · 2 months

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Cute idea!

Adam who's a very crafty guy, like a headcannon that I told you about where he was the one who created blue prints for the Exterminators' masks and his own, and his axe/guitar. Reader just going out for an outing with friends and comes back to find Adam just tinkering with his mask and creating blue prints for a few other things he'd like to have and he doesn't hear reader coming in, so he gets spooked when reader just wraps his arms around him and asks him what he's doing since he never really told him about his creative side.

Love you ❤️

Babes I adore you for your prompts like dzzcdhcz this is so lovely and tbh I kinda got carried away and we get some soft Adam w this one - maybe a little ooc but I feel like it fit the vibe. I love you too <3

Let the sun set on your life and I'll make, oh I'll make you mine

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You were quite surprised when you came home and the apartment was quiet, no Adam jumping up from the couch to greet you like an eager golden retriever, no complaining on why you got home so late. The only noise that was heard was the rustling of paper and you believed the sound of sanding something down.

When you entered the living room you understood why. Adam was sitting at the desk you two had placed in the corner of the room - the first man had said he needed it in case Sera wanted any work done. The desk itself was covered in blueprints you had never seen before, blueprints of countless exterminator masks - had Adam made them himself? Probably.

The brunette was so focused on his doing that he didn't even notice you, he was clearly very concentrated on his task - a thing Adam did rarely, it was cute to see him like that. Yet you wondered why Adam had never told you about his creative side when it seemed to play such a big part in his life. With slow, quiet steps you walked up on him, wrapped your arms around his hips and rested your chin on his shoulder as you watched him tinkering - well that had been the plan at least. Adam not only flinched at the sudden contact, he straight up screeched, dropping the sandpaper and the horn he had been working on.

“The fuck babes,” he complained as he turned his head slightly in your direction, “You can't fucking sneak up on a guy like that.” You just grinned at him, amused by his reaction you placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “Yet I just fucking did.” Adam grumbled something as he tried to hide his project as best as he could, Adam's best wasn't good enough for you though, your eyes caught onto it pretty quickly. “That’s my exterminator mask,” you spoke with pure amazement and pointed to an older looking blueprint, the brunette simply nodded. “And this is yours,” that earned you another nod. “You made these things from scratch?” and for a third time Adam did nothing but nod at your words. You pulled back a little, one arm remained wrapped around his hips as you came up next to him to get a closer look. It amazed you that Adam made all of this - yeah he was a creative guy, he was a musician after all, but this? You didn't know your boyfriend was a crafty guy. Your eyes lightened up as you spotted the blueprint for his guitar, “You made your guitar yourself?” The leader of the exorcists grinned down at you, “Yeah, y'know back in Eden I had a guitar, had made that baby myself. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever made. So when I got to heaven I wasn't allowed to bring my girl with me, so I made a new one.”

You grabbed the blueprint that featured the battle ax version of his guitar, looking over it only to realize how many details Adam had included. Your eyes were roaming over the sheet of paper in awe, you knew he loved his guitar, he made that quite obvious, but you didn't know he loved it that much. The first man shot you a proud smile as he he'd a certain blueprint in one of a certain mask. “And what are you currently working on?” you reached for the mask that was laying on the desk but Adam slapped your hand away, “It’s not fucking finished yet.” That was all you got before he began to neatly sort the blueprints and put them back in the drawer, the mask remained on the desk, mainly because it was too big for the drawer.

“Besides what the fuck took you so long? You've kept me waiting for fucking forever,” ah there was your bitchy boyfriend you loved so much. “Oh y'know, just out with the bros, we kinda lost track of time.” Adam huffed as he got up from the chair he had been sitting on and wrapped his hands around your body, pulling you in, “That fucking so? Sounds like someone should make it fucking up to me for forgetting about me.” You grinned up at him wickedly as you slowly dropped to your knees, “Mhm, maybe I should.”

“Where the fuck are we going,” you complained as you playfully hit Adam's head. A good hour ago the first man had blindfolded you - with consent of course - had lifted you up so that you were sitting on his shoulder and had left the apartment like that. “Just shut the fuck up and wait, it'll be fucking worth it.” You weren't doubting that at all, you trusted the brunette with your life, but you were also painfully impatient. You just wanted to ask again as he stopped. He carefully lifted you off his shoulder. Then he lifted the blindfold from your eyes.

You were on top of the highest building in heaven - the spot of your first date with Adam. And you had arrived just in time to watch the sun set, covering heaven in the most perfect looking golden glow. Your eyes flickered to him as you noticed movements in the corner of your eyes and you stopped breathing for a moment as you watched him getting down on one knee. He wouldn't- no, he wouldn't. Adam had told you countless times that he would never get married again, not after Eden. And yet he kneeled there, right in front of you.

“Babes, we both know I suck at this entire ‘communicating my feelings’ shit,” he began and you grabbed his sleeve to pull him back on his feet again - it didn't work, he continued to kneel there. “Fuck, I have never enjoyed someone's company as much as yours okay? I fucking love you, enough to rot out all of hell just for you if you'd ask. And I don't wanna fucking lose you again,” he pulled one hand from behind his back, revealing a exterminator mask - the one he had been working on yesterday. But it was finished now, it looked like the perfect combination between your own mask and Adam's mask. “I want you to become the fucking second commander of the exorcists,” he explained the meaning behind the new designed mask. And suddenly it made an awful lot of sense. Why it looked like both of your masks combined, why he had been working on this thing for only God knows how long. You wanted to reach for the mask and accept but Adam pulled it from your fingers and slapped your hands away, “Be fucking patient, I'm not done yet.” You chuckled a little but did as you were told. Adam inhaled sharply, he was visibly struggling to get the following words out, but eventually his eyes met yours and he spoke, “I don't just want you to be that though - fucking second commander. Nah babes. I want you to be my husband,” there was a pause, a glimpse of fear was visible in his eyes and gleamed at you.

He was scared you'd reject him.

Of course he was after everything he had been through and yet he had enough courage to ask you to marry him. He had healed enough to ask you to be his husband, knowing quite well how his last two marriages had ended. But the first man trusted you with his life. And you thanked him for that in silence as you dropped to your knees. You took the mask from his shaking hands and placed it gently in your lap as you pulled him in for a kiss. The brunette's beautiful golden wings were shaking and you just noticed that it wasn't just his wings, it was his entire body. The wings covered in golden feathers spread and wrapped around you, pulled you in a little closer as Adam worshiped your lips with his own.

“Fucking yes, Adam. I'd be an idiot to say no to marrying you,” the smile your words caused was indescribably beautiful, it was full of confidence - not the confidence Adam put up for heaven, to mask his scars and bury his true emotions deep, but real confidence. The brunette's forehead rested against yours and you placed a soft kiss on top of the tip of his nose. “I love you too Adam,” you hummed in a soft, calming tone and you noticed how your words and actions alone were able to make the fear in his eyes disappear.

Adam wasn't able to remember the last time he had been this happy. Maybe when he had met you for the first time? Or when he had officially got the privilege to brag about you being his boyfriend? No. None of these events compared to what he was feeling then and there. It was special, unique, just like you were. And he was happy you wanted him for all eternity.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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the-girl-in-the-high-castle · 1 year

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The absurdity and stupidity of all shitflix cancelations lies in one simple question: How many of those canceled shows have you actually heard of before they got canceled?

- Warrior Nun - never heard of it until the moment I started seeing its fans spamming every shitflix post. And that was its second season. It had two seasons, for fucks sake, and most of us have never heard of it. You wanna know whose fault that is? Let me give you a hint. No, it's not the viewing numbers.

- First Kill (or whatever its name is) - Never heard of it until, once again, I saw people complaining about the cancelation under shitflix posts. Once again, guess whose fault that is.

- Santa Clarita Diet - Never heard of it. Didn't even know it was canceled until it made it to the list of pissed of people counting how many of them they axed. Whose fault is that?

- Inside Job - Yeah, never heard of it until it got canceled. Also, canceled after they renewed it. Shitflix: guess we changed our minds.

- Archive 81 - Heard of it when the cancelation was announced.

- The OA - Remember just hearing about it through the fog, even though it came out years ago.

- Sense 8 - know about it only thanks to fans' videos and fanart. I don't remember shitflix ever mentioning it.

- Lockwood & Co - I know about it thanks to fans spamming posts asking for renewal news.

And the list goes on with, I assume, shows I have never heard of.

I've never seen any of these shows, but my open wound is 1899 that I believe got treated the dirtiest of them all.

I have heard of it two years before the premiere, thanks to a 50 seconds long teaser that got me patiently waiting for years because it was my cup of tea. It came from the people who proved themselves before by creating a critically acclaimed show that you can find on a top 10 list of greatest shows of all time. Those people have spent years developing a new filming technique for shitflix. What a way to say thank you.

8 out of 10 people around me have seen 1899. Those people haven't even seen GoT or LotR for fucks sake, the most famous show and movie ever, but they have seen 1899. But not because shitflix promoted it, but because people did.

There was zero promotion, zero cast interviews, zero mentions after the release. It was still watched and talked about by so many people. It has more viewing hours than their hit shows running for 3+ seasons put together. It's a show you can't just binge and forget, you have to actually turn your fucking brain on. It was released in the most busy time of the year, during the damn World Cup and winter holidays. It was still number one for weeks. It was given less than 30 days. They decided to cancel it before it even premiered. They deleted the trailer with 10+ million views from YT.

The same goes with other shows. I have seen zero cast interviews, zero promotion or mentions by their own platform and they still have loyal fan bases that didn't stop talking about them.

But then you have dogshit shows like the Night agent that is getting hyped by shtflix every single fucking day. Fake numbers, pumped up to get people to watch a generic, a hundred times seen before, piece of crap. It got more hype than fucking GoT, and yet I know zero people who have actually watched it. Yep, there is no one I know, in real life or online, that has actually watched this show. So you figure it out.

People who have watched the shows I've mentioned probably have the statistics for them, and have probably seen the viewing hours being blamed for it, which was bullshit.

The latest nail in the coffin was Lockwood & Co. They kept fans waiting for months, and then they announced the cancelation during Eurovision so that fans wouldn't be able to go viral about it because everyone talked about fucking Eurovision.

Shitflix has canceled 26 sci-fi/fantasy shows in the last 3 years. 26! Do you all remember when we couldn't even name 26 shows of all genres put together, let alone watch them?

What all these shows had in common is that they were original and more or less unique and creative, not something you can find at least 6 copies of in either streaming or network TV.

It's like they created all these shows just so they can cancel them, because they are doing their best to actually burn every trace they ever existed.

Shitflix is killing creativity in every form, but in the end, that will be their undoing.

#shitflix #1899 #1899 netflix #warrior nun #first kill #santa clarita diet #inside job #the oa #sense 8 #archive 81 #lockwood and co #fuck you netflix #i hope the writers strike will be their death

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socksracoon10 · 4 months

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Being best friends with Legolas

Headcanons below the cut!

Legolas and you are probably inseparable.

I mean let's be real here, when it comes to friendship, Legolas values it so much.

You're practically family to him.

And you think the world of him.

90% sure as young elves, you two would spend all day in the woods and play tag, practice archery or just run around and laugh about something.

hang out in the trees, swing from tree to tree.

usually you'd instigate the tomfoolery (as Thranduil would point out) and Legolas would just follow you with a soft smile because though he's not very expressive, it's super clear that he loves to just hang out with you.

Yeah, Thranduil ain't too happy about that, though. But then again, when has he EVER been happy after his wife passed away?

It's obviously no surprise that when everyone's gathered in Rivendell at the secret council with Elrond that you volunteered to go with Legolas.

Wasn't really a favored choice, though, considering that Elrond gave you the side-eye and Gimli almost lost his mind at the thought of having to deal with not just one, but TWO elves.

Poor dwarf's wringing his hands in the air, and swinging his axe around.

Doesn't sway Legolas's opinion, he's ecstatic about the fact that not only were you joining The Fellowship to get rid of the One Ring (an important task) but you were going to be able to hang out with him even more?

The past few years the two of you hadn't seen each other since he had been with Aragorn, but this was a prime opportunity!

You'd probably eat Lembas bread with him and chat about how your life has been since you've grown up

Not much time for your usual shenanigans and the dynamic has quite shifted since you were young

Rather than trying to do something for the sake of adventure, you were going on an adventure for the sake of saving Middle Earth.

Yeah, BIG change.

And Legolas, being the best friend you could ask for, would certainly help you along the way, guide you through the quest and still be that kind soul you knew when you were young.

You could tell him anything, and he'd listen intently

your own personal little therapist and he'd listen to you rant about something

and he's ALWAYS interest to hear what you have to say, even if it's in the middle of fighting a bunch of orcs or Nazguls.

Y'all got each other's backs ALL the time.

I mean ALL the time.

When Legolas and Gimli are having a face-off at Helm's deep, best believe you're killing these orcs alongside him

"That's not fair! You can't just add your kills together!" Gimli would cry out

"Ah, but you forget, we're practically the same... one in soul," you'd reply with a cheeky grin.

Legolas would totally grin back as Gimli's losing his mind.

The banter?

Insane.

You're more forward than Legolas, so you're quick to tease Gimli whenever an opportunity comes up. Legolas is more subtle, finding only a few moments to tease the dwarf

but when he does? yeah roasted

Both of you teaming up against Gimli for fun sometimes, hunting together, making plans

Safe to say that when Legolas leaves for the Undying Lands with Gimli, he brings you as well.

Just the three of you guys, on a boat, talking about life and making tons of jokes

Best friends, side by side, with no worries at all.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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Hi ! I just read the smart but a dumbass s/o and would like another part for the main 10, It was too funny for me

Let's go with opening a jar of jam this time.

Undertale Sans - ... That's twenty minutes now you're struggling with that jar of jam. He counted. He asked if you wanted help several times now, but you shook it off. So he's just staring. After another ten minutes, it starts to get boring so he discreetly uses blue magic to open the jar without you noticing. You let out a savage scream when you finally manage to open it, and scream at his face that you know you could do it alone. Yeah. Totally. Great job, buddy.

Undertale Papyrus - You try, he tried. You're both desperate now, pulling with all your hands at once on the damn thing to open it. Suddenly, Papyrus has a brilliant idea! He runs to his room and comes back with a giant bear trap. He puts the jar on the trap then slams it close. Good news, the jar is opened! Bad news, it's smashed in a million pieces and Papyrus's hand stayed in the trap because he forgot he had to take it out...

Underswap Sans - He looks at you in disbelief. "DUDE. FOLLOW THE ARROW ON THE LID." Oh. You turn the lid the other way around. It magically opens O: You're baffled.

Underswap Papyrus - It seems clear to him that you two have no other choice. You need to call delivery services for your breakfast. There's no way he's not having his jar of honey in hell, you're going to find a solution and quick or he will die. The delivery guy brings them... another jam of honey. Now Honey is on the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Underfell Sans - Tch, it's because you're weak. Him strong boi. Give him the jar. He tries to open it for two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes... Then his face turns redder and redder until he explodes, throws the jar at full force on the floor and blasts it. No more jam, no more problems...

Underfell Papyrus - That's the five knives he broke on the lid. He got desperate so he called Undyne. Now he and her are hitting the jar with bones and spears, just screaming. It doesn't do anything. The jar is unbreakable. It's the worst enemy they ever had to fight. Defeated, they give you back the jar. You tried one more time, turning it the other way. It opens. ... Edge collapses on the floor and refuses to move ever again.

Horrortale Sans - He's so confused when you arrive in the room and asks for his axe. He trusts you so it gives it to you. You start to hit a poor jar of jam again and again and he's just staring, wondering if he's hallucinating again or not. He assumes he's hallucinating because what kind of idiot wouldn't know you have to turn the lid the other way to open it?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's so judging you. He tries to hide it, but his smile is weird. He's cringing so hard right now. Please let him help you. You hiss at him, covering your jar of jam like your life depends of it. .... Right. Clearly, you're distressed, and won't let him deal with this. He grabs a bone and knocks you out, opens the lid, and then puts it back in front of you like nothing happened.

Swapfell Sans - He's mad at you. You told him to use his claws to open the damn jar and he did. Now two of his claws are broken, and you still insist he uses the other ones. Nox is pissed off and hisses at you angrily, screaming that instead of eating that bullshit full of sugar you can go outside and pick a piece of fruit like a normal person.

Swapfell Papyrus - He is losing it. That's an hour you're screaming at him now, accusing him of gluing the lid to the jar and threatening him of sex abstinence if he doesn't open this shit. He's crying with laughter because he did nothing at all, and it's killing him how you're bad at it. Eventually, he takes pity on you and opens it. You scream back that you know it was open all this time, and throw the lid at his face when he starts cackling again.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He pretends he doesn't know you. He can't believe you can't even open a jar of ham. That's so cringe. You challenge him to do better if he knows so much. He takes it, opens it, and puts it back on the table, staring into your soul the whole time. .... You sit down and take your breakfast in complete silence after that.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You struggle for ten minutes and ask him if he can open it. Coffee gives you the most distressed look ever. It's like you asked him to go fetch the Moon or something. Like it's his last day on Earth, he picks up the jar of jam and tries to open it. It doesn't work. That's way too much pressure and he bursts into panic tears two minutes after that. Wine thinks you're murdering his brother and comes running to end you, only to find two dumbass unable to open some jam. He's cringing so hard.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months

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The Dreaming Estate

Dream of the Endless x Gadling!Reader + Corinthian x Gadling!Reader

Summary: You inherit the Dreaming Estate from your recently deceased mother. She instructs you to perform a ritual for the house every month. One month, you fail to do so and receive a call from... The Dreaming Estate.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: alternate universe, fem!reader, mystery/thriller?/horror? themes, protectiveness, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: lmao if you like this thank @sloanexx for kinda pressuring me to finish this. cross-posted on ao3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @roguelov

12am. A full moon. The final day of the month. The phone begins to ring. Ring! Ring! Ring! No one answers. The ringing stops. It begins again. It rings until someone answers. You finally wake up. You roll over on the bed. Your lover clings onto you tighter. You grab your phone and answer the call from an unsaved contact, "hello?" His voice is deep and rich, "this is The Dreaming." It wakes you up, "w h a t ?" "This is The Dreaming." You pull your phone away. 12:05am. +1230XXXXX. "... who is this?" "The Dreaming." "The dreaming?" you sit up from the bed. "Yes." "What does that mea-" Goosebumps form when he calls your name, "Miss Gadling, you need to come home." "... who is this?" "The Dreaming." "As in the Dreaming Estate?" you sound panicked. "How are you calling me from the Dreaming? Who are you?" "I am The Dreaming." "..." "Come home."

"Baby, can you get me my coffee?" Cori points to the counter. I get his mug and the car keys, then hand him his drink.

"Thanks, sugar," he says, pulling his one earpod out as he turns from his laptop to me. He moves forward to give me a kiss and I knock the glasses off his face when I place my hand on his cheek.

I readjust his glasses as I pull away.

"Call me when you get there," Cori mutters as he turns back to his screen.

"I will," I head for the door and turn over my shoulder as I point, "make sure to take out the trash, okay?"

Cori puts the other earpod on and raises a thumb though he does not respond to me, "ah, yes, Mr. Takashi. We opened the branch in downtown New York about-"

The door closes.

I get to the parking and drive out of my apartment building, heading out of the city.

I grunt as I reach a red light, "fuck." This was going to be a long drive.

I can't fucking believe I was going to sacrifice my day off all because of that stupid prank call. I clench my jaw and turn to my bag in the passenger seat. I reach for the book in my bag, rubbing my finger on the browning pages.

It can't be because of this. And yet... I can't shake the feeling.

I drive when the light turns green.

"Relax," I mutter to myself, "the police didn't find anything," I take a left turn, "it was probably someone..." pulling a prank? But how did they get my number? How did they unlock the door? I swear I remember locking it when I left because my coat got stuck the last time.

"Fucking hell," I come to a halt when I am met with a bottle neck, "it's fucking Wednesday. Why is it so traffic?! Geez."

What if- I turn to the book in my bag again - it is because of this?

I take in a breath. Calm down. Forgetting to do the weird ritual last month has nothing to with this call.

And yet when I pull up to the Dreaming, parking just outside the gates, it's the first thing I want to do. I grip my handbag as I walk up the path to the front door. My phone was ringing Cori.

Though I knew the front door was open, I had the mansion's key in my hand. I turn the knob, finding it was, in fact, unlocked. I stuff my keys in my pocket.

Cori finally picks up, "hello?"

"I'm here at the estate," I retort as I step in. As nervous as I was to drive up here alone, I felt nothing while surveying the house. I didn't feel the creeps, didn't feel like an axe murderer was about to pop up. It just felt like home. After all, I grew up here. And although the land was large, it wasn't like I didn't have neighbors.

"Oh, that's good. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I walk into the grand foyer, looking at the large curved staircase that connected to the second floor landing. I look up at the high ceilings and the chandelier that cascaded down like shooting stars. I walk into the kitchen, "everything really just looks normal."

"Well, it better," Cori chuckles, "the police in the area better not play because all the residents there are rich fucking Karens."

I snort as I survey the marble counters and head for the fridge I knew was unplugged and empty. I open the door. Yep, still unplugged and empty. It would be funny had someone left a cake though... I think.

"I'm just gonna do the ritual and come back home."

"Okay, sugar. You still want to cook steak tonight? I can go to the supermarket to buy some stuff."

"Yeah," I place my bag on the counter, "can you buy some cake too?"

"The red velvet one from 15th?"

I look at the empty cake stand from across the room. Its glass was collecting dust, "no. Blueberry cheesecake. I'm feeling sentimental." My mom used to make the best blueberry cheesecake.

"Okay then. See you later, bunny."

"Mmm, bye. Love you."

"I love you too."

I huff as I place my phone down and pull out the book.

The voice of my mother rings in my head: We must love and protect the Dreaming because it loves and protects us. When a bunch of evil men tried to burn the house, Granny Lucy survived because the house saved her.

I clench my jaw as I flipped the pages. I huff as I get to the bookmarked page, "don't question it," I tell myself, "just- just- it's better not to be the one who breaks this weird generational chain-" I look around the room and find a chill run down my spine. I shake it off and look back at the page.

My thumb rubs the paper and my face tightens when I feel something wet on it. I smell my finger, "shit." My hand sanitizer got on the page.

"Fuck," I lean forward and try to wipe the paper. The ink smudges. "Fuuuuck."

I go through my bag but find no tissues. It's fine. It's fine. I kind of have the words memorized anyway. Let's just say this awful Latin hex-shit and be done with it. I take the book in my hand and read the words the way I always did.

For the most part, I don't need the book to know what to recite but then I reach the part where I smudged and, just my luck, I can't fucking remember what to say. I know I'm not supposed to stop- fuck- don't ask why, I'm just not- but a pit of dread bubbles in me over the idea of saying something wrong. I decide to omit the words that were smudged in the end.

I look around the kitchen when I finish.

I grab my bag and my book and check the other rooms.

I go to the living room, the washing room, the study, the library, the main bathroom, all five bedrooms, the garden backyard, the pool-- every place... but nothing. Nothing happened. The house was just the house. And, honestly, I felt nothing. Nothing felt out of the ordinary, so I go home.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Your eyes widen at the caller contact. "the dreaming guy". You instantly pick up, "hello?" "The incantation didn't work. I am still here." Your stomach drops, "what?" "Come home." You suck in a breath. He had to call during your lunch break. "I will wait for you in human form." Your heart drops. "What?" "I will wait for you to return to me in my human form." "..." "Unless the thought disturbs you." "..." "..." "..." "..." "... are you... Dream?" "I am." I shudder, "the Dreaming..." "I am also." Fuck.

I drive to the Dreaming Estate after work. I try calling Cori to tell him about it, but he didn't pick up. I don't blame him though. He was swamped at work. I mean I was too, which was why this was insane of me to do right now. I left him messages though. Hopefully, he'll call.

I pull up outside the gates again, but this time, I sit in the car, clenching the wheel. My body is unwilling to get out. Why? Because of him.

A dark figure walks over to me. He is tall, pale, and dark haired. My heart races as he nears. I check to see if my door is locked. It is.

As he gets closer and I can finally make out his face, I rack my brain, trying to think if I've seen him before. The longer I look, more I am convinced this is the first time I've seen him.

He stands in front of the gate; he opens it for me.

"Miss Gadling!" he calls, "would you like to drive inside?!""

That was definitely the caller.

I don't respond to him. I do nothing but stare at him.

"Will you stay in the car the whole time?!"

I stare at him for a moment. He stares right back at me. I undo my seatbelt and grab my bag. I peak my head out of the window. I don't know why, but I find myself asking, "what were the missing words in the ritual?!"

The man tilts his head. He leans on the metal grill. A wind blows his coat back, "in luce et tenebris!"

I pull out my book and look at the page. I examine the blotted area, "it does look like that."

"You cannot perform the incantation outside!" the man calls, "please, come in!"

My eyes dart up to him. I suck in a breath. This was probably the worst idea ever. I look at my phone. No calls or texts from Cori. I huff and step out of the car.

The man is pleased to see this.

I slowly walk over to him.

He smiles. It is warm. As I examine his expression, it feels free of malice. And though his aura did not feel eerie, I am skeptical of him.

He reaches a hand out to me, "would you like for me to carry your things?"

I clutch my bag to my chest as well as the book still in my hand, "I got it."

"Very well," he says, making way for me to enter.

I watch him as he closes the gate, I watch him as he motions to the front door, I watch him as he walks off first and leads me in, I watch as he opens the door to my home, I watch him as he peruses through like it was his.

"I apologize that was unable to prepare anything for you," he says.

I knit my brows, "what do you mean?"

"You have not stocked food in the kitchen. I was only able to gather some strawberries from the garden."

See, any sane person would have called the cops by now, if they had a moment of stupidity not to do it before arriving here. But the thing was, he took strawberries in the garden, which means he knew where the strawberries were. The strawberries were behind a hedge in the backyard; you would have to go over the hedge to see them.

"How do you know where the strawberries are?"

The man straightens, "I know where all things are in the estate."

"Pah. Everything?" I raise a brow.

"Everything," he nods.

I scoff, adjusting the straps of my bag on my shoulder, "then do you know where Grandpa Hob was buried?"

"He was not buried. His ashes were scattered in the garden."

My breath hitches. I take a step back.

The man merely looks at me.

He's- no... He must have... how could he have-

"Where is the garden gnome placed?" I find myself blurting.

"In the attic. Behind boxes."

I give him a look. Nah... he could have looked there. "What about my diary?"

"Which one?"

"What?"

"You have one diary stuck in the gutter by the pool, and you have one hidden in the floorboards in the bedroom that used to be yours."

My skin pricks with goosebumps. My heart is racing. I take more steps back. I gasp and jolt when the floor creeks.

"Please," he raises a hand, "do not be frightened. I know you and you know me," he steps forward, "I am the Dreaming."

"Stop!" I bark, raising a finger, "don't come any closer."

He stops.

I breathe heavily and bring the book to my hands, opening it. I look at the page where the ritual is. I begin to read it.

"It will not work."

I ignore him and continue to read.

"You spoke it once before. It will work only at the end of the month now."

I ignore him still and continue reading, making sure to add the part I was unable to say last time.

"Those were not the words."

"SHUT UP!" I snap and turn to him.

He stiffens and looks down, "apologies."

I huff and lean against the wall. The man looks up at me as I do this. I bring one hand behind me and use my nail to pick at the wall, "when I asked if you were Dream and you agreed, what were you agreeing to?"

The man fidgets then rolls his shoulders back, "this. My human form is Dream."

He even knew that. My uncles used to tell me that the house was sometimes a man called Dream. I take in his features, the curve of his nose, the gleam of his eyes. To be honest, I didn't know what Dream should look like, save for the fact he was apparently very strong. This man looked like a he could barely lift things with how scrawny he was.

"What does the ritual do?" I clutch the book in one arm.

"It binds my spirit to the house."

I give him a look, "so you're a spirit?"

"I am," he nods.

"So you're a ghost?"

"I am not. I am the Dreaming."

"But you said you were a spirit."

"I am the spirit of the Dreaming."

I straighten up and release a breath. I go through my bag and pull out a pen, "so if I do this," I chuck the pen at him, "it'll go through you-"

It his him on the cheek and he grunts. He rubs his cheek and gives me a look, "that was most disrespectful."

"... ... ... sorry."

Dream sighs, "all is well."

I chew on my lip and begin to pace around. My eyes never leave him once. His don't either. He watches me walk around him. He places his hands behind his back. I raise a brow, "why did you call me here then if I can't... bind you back?"

"You are my master," he tilts his head back, "my function is to serve you. I will fade if I have no function."

I stop in my tracks and furrow my brows, "what does that mean?"

"It means if my spirit fades and someone breaks in, nothing will stand in their way."

"So you saying you're the protector of the estate?"

"Indeed."

"I thought you were the estate?"

"Is it not instinctive to protect oneself?"

We stare at each other for a moment.

I am meant to question him some more, but then Dream turns around and looks outside of the window. He mutters lowly, "someone is trying to open the gate."

"What?" I run to the other window.

"He is calling your name."

I look outside and see the man, "it's Cori!"

Dream turns to me, "who?"

I turn to him, "did you lock the gate?"

"I am barring him out."

"What?!" I shake my head and make a face, "let him in!"

Dream furrows his brows at this. I give him a look. He relaxes his expression and sighs. I turn to the window when I hear the telltale creak of the gate. I then run out the door and meet Cori halfway.

The moment I'm close enough, I hug and kiss him.

Cori embraces and kisses me back. When he pulls away, he looks at me with worry, "I saw your texts. What happened? Did you call the police? Is someone-" he stops himself when he looks up.

I turn around and look where he was. There was Dream, staring back at us.

"Who the fuck is that?" Cori mutters as he grabs and pulls me behind him.

And I don't know why, I really don't know, but I retort, "he's the butler."

Cori turns to me, "what?"

I look at him, "turns out... we have a family butler and he-" I turn to Dream back to Cori, "-he's the one who called."

Cori shifts in his spot, "you mean he's the guy posing to be the fucking house?"

I shake my head, "no. It was a misunderstanding. I-"

"Greetings, sir."

The both of us turn to the dark haired man who was now in front of us. Cori raises a brow at him while looking him once over. He bows, eyes not leaving Cori as he does so, "I am Dream," he straightens up, "keeper of the estate, in servitude of Miss Gadling."

Cori chuckles, "Dream, huh? Funny you should say that," he extends a hand, "Corinthian Dream," he tilts a head towards me, "Miss Gadling's beau."

Dream stares at Cori's hand for a moment. He looks up at him when takes it, shaking it once before pulling away.

"Shall I prepare bedrooms for the two of you?" Dream asks, turning to me with a softer expression.

"Nah," Cori answers, "I just need you to explain this mess of a prank call and we'll be on our way," he places his hands in his pockets.

A dread builds in my stomach as I watch the two stare at each other. Dream's expression darkens. Cori's face hardens as he adjusts his shades.

Knowing him, I was getting nervous. "Cori," I tug at his arm.

He ignores me as Dream gives a pinched smile, "of course," he motions to the house, "shall we talk inside?"

Cori tilts his head and smirks, "sure thing, butler."

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tyrantisterror · 9 hours

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One of the things that baffles me about the fan response to the Star Wars sequel trilogy is the continued belief that Snoke was intended to have some secret identity- that he was supposed to be Darth Maul or Darth Plagueis or Darth Stinkus or whoever.

It's just very dumb! Like, firstly, we know now that there was no plan for anything in the sequel trilogy, it was all written by the seat of the scriptwriters' proverbial pants with no concern for answering the myriad bits of setup they established. Everything was written to sound cool enough to get you invested while having no cohesive endpoint in mind. The narrative equivalent of packing your bags, picking a highway at random, and driving till your car runs out of gas.

Second, Snoke was clearly intended to be Snoke and nothing else - an evil space wizard who runs the space nazis. You might think, "That can't be right, that's what Palpatine was, they wouldn't do the same exact villain again without a twist," but, like, they obviously would though. The Force Awakens is basically just A New Hope but slightly remixed, Starkiller Base is the Death Star but bigger, it's all reheated story leftovers because J.J. Abrams has no imagination and can only riff off of shit he's seen before. Snoke is I Can't Believe It's Not Palpatine, and that's all he was intended to be.

That's why Rian Johnson decided to unceremoniously axe him in the second movie - Snoke was a narrative dead end, a boring xerox of a character who was never particularly interesting without Ian Macdirmid's acting choices, and letting Kylo take his place allowed the story to get its own identity.

...but then JJ got his hands back on it and literally just brought Palpatine back because he can't tell a story without someone's homework to cheat off of.

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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Hi! I crave Eddie angst so bad but I suck ass at writing, so here’s an idea, reader has verbally abusive parents who are nice to everyone so Eddie doesn’t notice and reader is ashamed to say anything because they feel like Eddie has it worse so it doesn’t matter (totally not projecting at all/sar) Anyway one day Eddie yells at them for something stupid and they just like shut down because that’s their trauma response and he freaks out cause they aren’t responding to anything. I need to read something gut wrenchingly devastating right now. Love your writing <3!

i feel this one too babe, love you the most <3

they're so nice / eddie munson

masterlist

one shot

cw: verbal abuse, genderneutral!reader, cursing, fighting, disassociation, ends with comfort

after a long time of dealing with your parents alone, you finally let your boyfriend in on what really goes on at home.

an: please be kind, some of this is pulled directly from personal experience. just because things seem unrealistic or too much for you, doesn't mean no one deals with things like this. if you are someone who has to put up with this terrible behavior, just know that i love you and you're nothing like what they try to tell you you are.

"I cannot believe this," your mother yells, throwing the report card down on the table. you flinch, knowing she wasn't going to lay a hand on you but each words hit like an axe.

your lip quivers as you open your mouth to respond. "i tried my best-" you were cut off.

"obviously not. a b, y/n, a b?! are you trying to embarrass us?" she scoffed, hands landing on her hips.

you sniffled. "the class was really hard and-" you tried again.

your mom was livid. "i bet chrissy and jason and nancy all got a's, didn't they?" she retorted.

"i-i don't know," you stuttered. she rolled her eyes, picking up the report card again as if it would've somehow changed.

you wiped your eyes. "jesus, y/n, i raised you to be better than this," she groans, taking a breath. "stop crying, you did this to yourself," she says once she notices the tears streaming down your face.

your dad scans your outfit as you stand by the door. "you need to go change," he mumbles finally and your eyebrows screw together.

you look down to your outfit, trying to see what was wrong with it. "why?" you ask and his face floods red.

"did you just question me?" he asks and you pale.

"i-i,"

he stands up from his chair. "i am so tired of you disrespecting me and your mother. it's ridiculous how incompetent you've become within the past year. i said change, so change," he yells, pointing up the stairs.

you stand there, trembling as you watch him. he scoffs, turning to his wife. "i told you, hun, our child is going down hill constantly. you wouldn't even know we raised them," he says.

"i can't believe you embarrassed us like that," your mother sneers from the front seat as soon as you pull out from the parking lot.

you just looked down to your nails, picking at them. responding would only do more harm than not. "that was downright terrible, y/n, i didn't pay hundreds of dollars for singing lessons for you to get third place," your dad snaps.

your eyes begin watering as you continue looking at your lap. "you are not my child," your mom snips, looking at you through the rearview mirror. the tears spill from your waterline at her words, heart tearing in two.

"thank you so much for having me, dinner was delicious," eddie smiles, shaking the hands of your parents. you smile from his side, glad this went well.

your mom gives him a big smile. "thank you, darling, you're welcome anytime," she says as he wraps his arm around your waist.

your dad gives him a nod of approval. "great to meet you, son," he says. your parents walk inside and eddie turns to you.

he raises his brows and places a kiss on your lips. "i don't know why i was so worried, your parents are so nice," he breathes a sigh of relief.

you force a fake smile on your face and nod. "yeah, they are," you whisper. eddie looks at the door, making sure they're no longer in view and pulls you in for a kiss.

this one lasts longer, more passion being poured into it. eddie finally pulls away and rests your heads together. "i'll see you tomorrow?" he questions, causing you to nod.

you head back in with a smile on your face, closing the door and walking to the living room. "eddie is such a sweet boy," your mom observes and you nod, happy they actually liked him.

"he's way too good for you," your dad comments and your smile falters. "and could you have dressed up any nicer, at all? i don't see how he'd want to be your boyfriend when you dress like that all the time," he points out, gesturing to your clothes.

"you could put in a bit more effort, y/n. someone like him has to have people all over him constantly, if you don't try harder, i wouldn't be surprised if he left you," your mom adds, sipping her glass of wine.

you blink as tears fill your eyes. "he-he loves me," you whisper. your parents look at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

your father slams the door behind him as you make a bee line for your room. "don't you walk away from me!" he yells, grabbing your mom's attention. he'd just been called to pick you up from school for being in a fight, you were suspended for two days. he grabbed you harshly by your shoulder, whipping you around. "what the hell is wrong with you, huh?" he asks and you just close your eyes. go to your happy place, go to your happy place.

"what happened?" your mother asked, crossing her arms.

your dad explained, yelling and jabbing you in the chest for emphasis. "do you have anything to say for yourself?" he yells in your face, spit flying. i did it for eddie, you say to yourself. people were making fun of eddie.

"how could you do something like this? be so stupid? you know what people will think of us because of you, right?" your mom yelled, coming over to join the yelling. when you don't respond she just glares. "i regret every second i wasted on trying to raise you," she grumbled. your heart was in pieces, but you were only half there.

your dad was fuming so bad he could have steam coming from his ears. "now you can't even talk? i can't believe you anymore. you know you were a mistake right? you are the worst mistake i've ever made, you know that? your mom and i could've had such a better life if you weren't here! you ruined it, you ruined it!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

your mom grabs him, feeling his pulse. "his heart is racing, you know how bad his blood pressure gets. you're going to give him a goddamn stroke and kill him. go to your room, i don't even want to see you," your mom hisses, pulling your dad away from you.

you and eddie had gotten in a fight. it was over something completely stupid, and you don't know how it even got this bad. but when he raised his voice causing your heart to drop, you shut yourself down like you've trained yourself so well to do.

"you want to make me the bad guy? fine. go ahead, y/n, go right the fuck ahead," he yells, spit flying from his mouth and making you flinch as he puts his finger to your chest. he doesn't jab, doesn't hurt you and pulls it away immediately to turn around and run his hands over his face. a chill runs down your spin at his tone, and something tells you he's not done. your eyes un-focus, everything going blurry as you seclude yourself to inside of your head. nothing can hurt you in here.

he turns to you, seeing you just standing there with tears in your eyes. "what? no response? you just gonna go quiet? well, i don't care. i don't fucking care!" he screams in your face but you don't even flinch. he lets out an unamused chuckle, rolling his eyes as you don't move.

he crosses his arms, watching you expectantly. "i'm waiting," he says, raising his brows at you. you slowly blink, but say nothing. he squints, looking into your eyes. he then realized they weren't even focused on his, they really didn't look focused on anything. he took a step towards you, following your eyes but you were just looking towards the blank space on his wall. "baby? hey, hey, look at me, please," he says, panic settling in his chest.

your focus doesn't change and you don't even acknowledge that he's next to you. "baby," he says, making himself eye level with you. he grabs onto your shoulders and shakes you slightly but still nothing. he feels his breath catch in his throat as panic spreads through his veins. what did he do to you? "hey, baby, come back to me," he says, shaking your particularly hard. "you're scaring me," he says, as he watches tears fall freely from your eyes but you are still unresponsive.

eddie moves his hands to your cheeks and begins stroking the tears away. "sweetheart, please, i-i don't know what's going on," he says, searching your eyes for answers. what the fuck did he do? he lightly taps your cheeks, trying to bring you back to him. "snap out of it," he grumbles in frustration, his own tears starting to build up.

"y/n, sweetheart, please," he begs, holding his forehead to yours. you hear his voice distantly calling to you from inside your head. "i don't know what to do," he says, a tear falling from his eye. you follow the sound of his voice and then you're blinking a couple times. eddie lets out a breath when he sees you finally look into his eyes.

you take a step back once you realize he's in front of you and wrap your arms around yourself, scared he was going to start yelling again. "s-sorry," you muttered, looking around in order to ground yourself again.

eddie looks at you, face full of concern. he walks up to you again and wraps his arms your waist. you go rigid and he pulls back slightly, more worry flooding his face. "what was that?" he asks softly.

your mind registers his tone and you immediately begin to relax into his touch. "what was what?" you mumbled, letting him rest his forehead to yours again.

"sweetheart, you just left me for a minute there," he says, trying to seek an answer from your widened eyes.

you blink, trying to come up with an answer. "you yelled at me," you whisper weakly and avoid his gaze.

eddie's heart stings at your words. "i-i know, baby. i'm really sorry and we'll talk more about that later but... that doesn't explain why you completely zoned out just then," he says, brining one hand up to push up your chin.

you close your eyes, beginning to shake slightly. eddie loved your parents. everyone did. if you told him, would he even believe you? "hey, hey, take a deep breath, y/n. please, calm down, it's okay, i've got you," he says, speaking quickly when he feels you trembling.

you remove your forehead from touching his and instead bury yourself into his neck. he holds you tightly, resting his chin on your head as he rubs your back. you take a few moments to gather yourself before responding. "it-it always happens when people raise their voice at me," you say into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

eddie furrows his brows. who yelled at you so much that it forced you to start shutting down like that. he knew it wasn't him... you guys barely fought and it never resulted in him yelling like he had tonight. "who yells at you, baby?" he asks, bringing up a hand to pull you from his neck. you shake your head as you meet his eyes. "baby, you can tell me. i promise whoever it is, i'll beat their ass," he says, being completely serious but masking it with lightheartedness to make you more comfortable.

a small whimper leaves your lips. "you won't believe me," you cry and eddie frowns.

"sweetheart, yes i will," he says, bringing his hand forward to rest on the side of your face and wipe away some tears. you shake your head again and more tears spill from your eyes. "baby, tell me," he begs.

you sniffle and look away from him. "my parents," you whisper, closing your eyes as the aftershocks of you admitting it for the first time roll through you.

eddie freezes his movements and examines you. "your parents?" he asks, wanting to know how he never noticed. you nod, reaching up to wipe your nose. "they act so nice i-" he starts and you let out a sob. you knew he wouldn't believe you. eddie pulls you to him again. "baby, no, i believe you, i promise i do," he says, rocking you side to side.

"you do?" you ask insecurely and it breaks eddie's heart.

his hand holds the back of your head as he continues rocking you. "of course, i believe you. it's just a little hard to digest right now but i know you'd never say that unless it was true," he says.

you grip the back of his shirt tightly as you continue crying. "why didn't you tell me sooner?" eddie asks quietly.

"i didn't think you'd believe me, and i didn't want to worry you. you-you have enough going on," you admit and eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head.

you close your eyes, so glad to finally put it out there. "baby, i always want to know if there's something going on with you. i tell you everything and i want you to tell me everything too. i believe you and i'm going to be honest, i'm really really upset right now. fuck, i don't even know what they've said but i don't want you going back there," he says, tightening his grip on you.

you nuzzle into him but shake your head. "i have to go home," you whisper.

"not if i can help it," he says, causing you to let a small smile spread across your lips. finally, someone knew.

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