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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 2

You listen to the story about those woods. Turns out, real life is way, way nastier than any of those stories. Don't lose your head.

TW for the chapter: Blood, gore, dead bodies, slut shaming(usage of outdated horror tropes), knife play, blood play, mentions of STDs

— Do you know what animal is this?

The body of a small creature – rodent, probably, you don’t think there could be any other animals around – was lying on the road near the place you decided to stay for the night. The “Coolest fucking thing in the world that is also just a few hours from here” was still a few hours from here because it was fucking dark and you already left your car on the sidewalk, hoping no one would steal it because honestly, why would anyone need this pile of burning crap.

— According to the “Basic Bestiary of Austrian Animals” it might be an extremely rare Austrian Marmont.

You fucking hated Max. Mostly because his form of being different was “being an intelligent asshole” and also because he would never forget to rub the fact you were behind him in the grades into your face.

— Waaaaaaait, a mamont? But it’s small! You have to give Karen – blonde, tan, tall, straight C everywhere except for her chest (then it would be D everywhere) – credit. As adorably silly as she was, she was still the only person you could have a meaningful conversation with. Except for the times when she was fucking your boyfriends. Or when she forgot that you don’t have a boyfriend so he doesn’t need to fuck random people just to spite you.

— Perhaps, if we are extremely lucky, a European edible dormouse, also known as…

— Fuuuuuck, people eat this thing? Yuck! Austria is like, literally the worst country EVER!

You feel like every second of this conversation, even though you are just listening to it, is going to take 10 years from your life span. You never knew why the two got together – maybe because Max loved fucking someone dumber than he is, and Gretchen loved placing the responsibility for her actions on her beloved sociopathic boyfriend.

You wanted to say that this was literally a fucking squirrel, but you know better. Not like anyone is going to listen anyway.

You get to the supposed location a few hours – already deep in the night, everything that you hate about forests – unkept environment, horrible living conditions, mosquitos, and occasionally wild animals are making you squirm each time your butt switches the place and you involuntarily sit on the cold, damp ground. You lick your lips, trying to adjust in the position in front of the fire. Fire that you probably shouldn’t be making in the middle of the private territory, but Chad said the place belongs to some weird hillbillies who wouldn’t care about a bunch of college grads having fun.

You just finished the last of your coke – mixed with cheap whiskey and rum you got back at home, you feel just buzzy and fuzzy and relaxed enough to at least try to engage with people around you. Just didn’t want to make Jenny embarrassed – she was the one to vouch for you, even though you didn’t want to go camping with them.

— I heard there is something happening in these woods.

Everyone around you groans and you comply, groaning too. Chad has the worst storytelling voice and even Marty – the resident stoner of the group – is visibly unhappy about having to listen to his dumb jokes. Brace yourself for at least twenty minutes of dumb story with a cheap attempt to scare you.

— You talk like those locals. What can be here except for drunkards?

— Very fucking funny, Marty, I hope you laugh at people’s death too.

Everyone groans again.

— Shut up and let me finish! So, there is something hiding in those woods…legends…

— What legends? This place was built like 20 years ago.

— Shut the fuck up, Max! It’s the legends before the town even was built. In those very forests…

— Forests? I thought it was like, just a suburban area.

— It’s wild Austrian woods, why I would put you to adventure in the fucking suburbs?

— You’re a suburb baby.

— Shut it! God, I hate you guys. Alright, so…these woods are populated with…creatures.

— Ooooh, like the mammoth we saw!

— Karen, seriously, what the fuck? These woods are filled with motherfucking human-eating killers, not just some animals!

— Then why do you say “creatures”? — Because it makes for a good fucking story! God, everyone, this is why none of you are studying creative writing!

— Only your parents have money to pay for it.

— This is why you all are fucking losers. Alright…god, I hate you. People went missing in these woods. Mostly tourists, never the local population – this is why police don’t care about it. Bodies were found, half-eaten, rotting under that very tree!

— Which tree? There are like 10 of them just here.

— More like 100.

— Under every fucking tree! — That’s a lot of bodies.

Chad groans, visibly aggressive. You just tilt your head to the side, only talking to him once before taking the last sip of your Coke and standing from your place. You wanted to take a chance to see those woods before you’d be going even deeper the next night – Chad was planning quite an adventure in the wilderness, to your dismay, and you wanted to have a chance to see the cool part of nature before you would grow tired of it.

To your surprise, Karen was nowhere to be seen. Knowing the girl, she is far too innocent and dumb to be here – probably ran away to not listen to scary stories or got lost while trying to find a good place to pee. You sigh, feeling that it is your responsibility to pick her up – she is Marty’s girlfriend, but he is too stoned out to notice her disappearance yet.

You stumble on your foot – alcohol makes you dizzy, makes you relaxed and smiley. You don’t even care that no one came to ask what the fuck you are doing – as far as you aware, they all can go and fuck themselves while you have a lot more fun things to do. Like searching for a drunk girl in the forest in the middle of the night…yeah, you really should work on your definition of fun.

You already a good few minutes into the forest. Nothing but trees, not even a squirrel or a wolf pocking around to feast on yummy bodies. Not like you wanted to see a wolf, of course, but meeting with the wild life could be fun. You’d like to see a bear, for example.

(And you will – just a bit later)

— Karen? Karen, are you alright? You decide to scream for her once you are far enough from your friends that they won’t question why you are so concerned for her. Poor girl was obviously scared and you didn’t want to embarrass her even further, so you stroll through the woods, an empty bottle of coke in your hand – not sure why you didn’t threw it away. Littering isn’t nice, after all.

— Karen? You’re scaring everyone, come out!

You scream some more – she is probably lost, deep enough that she can’t even hear you. You try not to panic, try to be the reasonable friend – it’s usually Jenny’s task but here you are, trying to be the cool one of your friend group. You yell for Karen some more, listening closely to every little sound that could be easily taken as her whimper or cry for help.

Nothing.

Just how far can a scared drunk girl go? Probably not further away than you – you’re already starting to get tired and you knew that Sidhey got far drunker than you are. Which means she could lay here, somewhere, passed from the exhaustion, freezing, with forest animals feasting on her…no, no, you can’t think like that. She is fine, she has to be, or you are going to get into so much trouble with the police and her parents. You never told any of your families about the trip, so you wouldn’t want to get in trouble what ould require their assistance.

You take a step into deeper part of the forest – and you think you saw a glimpse of…something. Metal, probably, might be her phone or that atrociour hair dye she is using to stop everyone from calling her a mouse. You also think you could hear a sound of someone breathing – heavily, gruffly, definitely a male, but you don’t really know how. You squint, trying to see through the trees.

You see Karen.

— Karen? God, you scared everyone…well, me. Where the fuck have you been?

You smile and wave at her, your drunken state isn’t allowing you to see that, for some weird reason, she isn’t waving back. Or moving, so to speak. She stared at you with that terrified expression of hers and you tilt your head to the side, not udneratanding why is she like that. Something happened between her and others?

You take another step back and Karen falls.

Well…her head falls, anyway.

There are a lot of feelings right now. Panic, panic, panic, a little bit of panic and, oh, who could have guessed, another riel of panic which makes you freak the fuck out and sprint – towards her. Maybe she will be alive if you could put her head back on her neck really-really fast?

— Is it too late to convince you this is all a dream?

The voice.

You don’t recognize it – it’s distorted and quiet under the mask and you don’t know anyone int his fucking place anyways. The voice is weirdly happy, weirdly laughing and you want to vomit from how easy-going it sounds. Like the corpse of your beheaded friend is nothing, like it’s a fun pun, like…

You laungh forward, trying to, maybe, get revenge on your not-really-a-friend. Guy lets go of Karen’s body, allowing it to fall down, her head rolling to the nearest creek and tumbling into the water like a sports ball. You can’t even sob – the situation feels too unreal, too shocking, you are still very much drunk and when the guy simply wraps his hands around your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch, you fall limp in his hold.

You sob.

His hand goes to grasp your face in a tight embrace, making you gag from the smell of blood splattered all across his hand. You hear chuckle.

— Didn’t want you to see that first. Wanted to play hero, yes?

You sob, you tremble, you can barely master a few words out of your mouth. You want to scream, but it’s like all the air just decided to disappear from your lungs. So, you cry instead. How brave of you, Karen would be so proud of her friend not even trying to avenge her death.

— F…fuck…you.

You master with all you strength. Guy is laughing again – his other hand goes to squeeze your waist even more, pushing you against a tree. He wears a full mask with some red drawings on it – a satanic cult, really? You thought about serial killer, maybe, but definetly not about crazy cult maniacs running around. The more you know.

— Oh, kitten, I’d love to fuck myself. But you’re here for this, no?

He called you kitten – you squirm in his grasp, not wanting to give him the easy way to kill you. Something pokes you to the side – it’s a knife. Large, sharp, military-issued, you saw it in movie and action TV shows – and now the bloody razor almost grazing over your skin, through the thing fabric of your open jacter and a simple T-shirt.

— Wh…who are you?

Stpuid question, really.

— Why does everyone wants to ask who we are all the time? Would you die happier knowing my name? Would it help you escape knowing how many beauty marks I have?

It would certainly help the police if you were to survive the encounter. Even though you are certainly going to die right next to Karen over there.

He pushes a knife towards your side, the blade cutting through fabric easily, You brace yourself for being gutted alive.

— I don’t like stupid questions. Ask something wrong and I will see if you are as pretty on the inside as you are on the outside.

In a normal situation, you would punch him for such a corny joke. But you’re too drunk for this, but you’re too exhausted for this, but you just want to curl away in some nice place and fucking die, but not because he was the one to kill you. You certainly do not want to give him the satisfaction of being the one for you.

So, you feel your cheeks heating up with the faintest of blushes.

— What are you going to do with me?

He pushes the knife deeper, sharp edge cutting the thin line into your side. You sob immediately, tears filling your eyes as you almost feel blood – not a lot of it, just a tiny sharp streak – fill your shirt. You want to vomit, hate pain, and everything that is related to it. Thinking that the knife is dirty already and he would probably infect you with whatever one of the 13 STDs Karen has if he were to proceed. He stops right before the blade can penetrate your skin.

— I’m a serial killer. What do you think I will do with you?

You shake your head, trying to search for the question that won’t make him plunge a knife into your body.

— W…what is your favorite color?

Good job. Amazing job. Let’s hope you don’t like your liver all that much because he is definitely going to cut it out and eat it.

— Red. I like you.

Suddenly, you are being pushed to your knees. Suddenly, he is standing right in front of you – he is tall, of course, bulky and big, and he seems even bigger from this angle. Your face is pressed against his crotch and you can feel the dread slowly filling up your weins. Is he going to…

He presses a knife against your lips – you part it obediently, nervously, you feel your face twitching with disgust as your mouth immediately fills with the metallic taste of Karen’s blood. You really need to vomit right fucking now, but he is petting your head with his other hand like someone would do to a dog or a cat, and you sob. Too scared to do anything and here you thought you would finally stop letting people walk all over you. You thought it would start a journey of self-actualization and finding your own priorities, but…

He presses the knife a bit deeper.

— Someone here has manners. Your friend here was trying to fuck me until she saw a knife.

Sounds like Karen. You still remember her fucked-out face when she happily stumbled out of your room, with your boyfriend that you thought was never into cheerleaders. She had her urges and it was normal until she started to get off with those urges on everyone who liked you, or who you liked – and with such an innocent smile that no one was ever mad at her.

He presses the knife against your upper jaw, laying it flat on your tongue – you sob, trying not to shake your head too much as he wipes away your tears and pushes your throat even deeper on the blade. You don’t know how it still hasn’t penetrated you yet.

— Squealed like a fucking pig, not even fun anymore. I assume she was the whore of your group?

You shook your shoulders, not wanting to give him any answers. He laughs, pressing the blade down and slightly turning it to the side. You feel the string of saliva running from your open mouth – he wipes it with his finger, leaving blood stains on your face.

— Clean the knife for me, okay? I might leave you live if you would be good for us. You launch onto the opportunity to save your life so quickly, that you don’t even register the word “us” slipping from his tongue.

You suck the knife obediently, carefully holding your tongue from the sharp edge so you won’t cut yourself, trying so desperately not to hurt yourself on the blade, that it’s almost adorable, He looks at you, the way you even fucking hollow your cheeks to clean it more efficiently, like you were sucking a cock and, with every passing second, he doesn’t really feel like killing you anymore.

He feels like keeping you bound to him – maybe cutting your ankles so you would never run away from them, maybe tying you up to the body of your friend and holstering you both to the house, making you watch him gut Karen so you’d know not to run away from them.

He pets your head like you were a cat – and, god, he always adored cats.

You hear the noises from the side – your gaze darts to the nearest bushes as the guy waves his hand to someone gigantic sitting down at your side. Two pair of hands are now petting your head like you were a fucking animal – and you’re still sucking on his knife, feeling the pressure on your lips. You want to die, but there is no choice but to keep living.

— Scheisse, what do you have here?

A hand goes to cup your face and turns you to the side, to meet the giant, bulky figure fully wrapped in camo gear. His face is concealed with some sort of hood, which makes you shake even more. They both look like soldiers – or soldier-cultist-butchers from a horror movie. But, then again, you are in the fucking horror movie, since the big guy has Karen’s head in his hand, holding her by the hair. You sob even more.

— Stumbled across me as I was gutting the slut.

— Is she a smart one then?

The guy with the knife laughs, yanking the blade from your mouth. You want to close it immediately, but the second guy pushes his finger between your lips, keeping them apart – and you are too scared to even try to bite him. Instead, you sit here, obediently, feeling the alcohol in your system working its magic. Again. Making you drowsy and relaxed, panic drained so much energy from your body, that you genuinely feel horrible.

— No, wouldn’t say so. Obedient, more like.

— Not a cool one either. Are you a virgin, Schatz?

You want to lie, just so you won’t feel so fucking embarrassed because of it – but something in the brutality of what they did to Karen made you reconsider. You just shake your shoulders, not wanting to give a definitive answer.

— Cute. Been some time since we saw a cute one like this.

Your sobbing intensifies and the big guy suddenly yanks you on your feet. You immediately feel ill, pressing your head against the tree and emptying your insides – mostly because of the panic and partly because of the amount of alcohol you drank. Their touches are surprisingly soft on your skin, gently removing any stray hairs from your face and holding a firm hand on your back, rubbing the blood and grim into your jacket.

You stand like this for a few minutes, choking on your own tears, vomit, and blood. They coo at you, gentle hands on your body guiding you towards them just so the second guy – a smaller one, relatively of course – could get a hand in your hair and yank it back. Hard.

— Calm the fuck down.

— You’re scaring her, Tigeren.

— Aren’t we here for this?

— Thought you liked this one.

— I do. But…

— But?

— Not fun to take her just now. She can help stir her friends a little. Make them run a little.

They fucking killed Karen and they want to…let you go? They made you clean their knives, stand on your knees in front of them, and then gently helped you empty your insides – just to let you go when you could run into the nearest policeman and destroy their whole little game? Are they dumb or overly confident?

— She could run. I would rather keep her with us.

— They won’t get out of these forests without phones. And their car is already…shit. Spoilers.

— Alright. But I would be the first to take her next time.

— She won’t be any good after you, Ko.

— Our Kleine Hase has more than one hole, ja?

This is it.

You take the opportunity – they are distracted by their little conversation, so you duck under the hand of the bigger man and run in the close direction to where the group is sitting. You are covered in blood, and dirt, you shake like crazy and you can barely even run straight without getting right into the various trees, but you don’t care. You aren’t strong enough to sit here and listen to their conversation – not when the self-preservation makes you forget about Karen. Not when that feeling in your chest can only be described as “She got what she asked for” – because she was a bitch, but not nearly enough to deserve being beheaded by two psychos.

They laugh as they watch you run. Horangi smiles, nudging Konig to the side – you’re not a fighter, but still interesting enough. Adorable and obedient, just vile enough to suck on the same knife that killed your friend – interesting mix, to say the least. Hongjin always wanted a cat, but never got the time on the various deployments – and you behave like a perfect mix of a kitten and bunny.

Konig tilts his head to the side, watching you, this pathetic little thing, run like the devil was after you. He was, of course. and he came in double, but it was still funny, how a city girl like you seriously thought you would be able to get away if they weren’t allowing you to. You’re cute, for a tourist, and he wants to hunt you some more – perfect foreplay before destroying you with either his cock or his knife.

One down – and both of them couldn’t wait to finally get to you.

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thewulf · 4 months

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A Little Jealous || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was hoping if I could get one with Jake Seresin x reader where they're very close to each other and flirt with each other all day and makes everyone sick with their shenanigans but they secretly pine for each other... Read Rest Here

A/N: Good old miscommunication trope :) I love writing Jake. Keep on sending these amazing requests in and lmk what you think below! TY for the request @stuffingbuttsandshit

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.3k +

“You’re being dumb, and you know it.” Natasha rolled her eyes before turning back to the traffic light the two of you were stopped at, heading towards the Hard Deck. Your usual Friday night hangout spot after yet another grueling training session with Maverick. He was kicking all of your sorry asses right into shape.

Leaning back into the seat you refused to look at her instead keeping your eyes trained out the window, “He doesn’t like me like that. He’s not a relationship guy Nat. He’s said it a hundred damn times. Why would I be any different?” Sighing in frustration Nat noticed you toying with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit she picked up on after only you for a short while.

“Because you’re you? He told me yesterday how much he likes you.” She sighed in annoyance as she kept her eyes on the road even though she wanted to slap some sense into you. She often had to restrain herself from quite literally beating you up sometimes.

“As a friend! He likes me as a friend you doofus.” You added on knowing he couldn’t possibly return the feelings you had for him.

She scoffed while very visibly rolling her eyes at you, “Can’t believe you called me a doofus you dork.” She sighed before letting you continue the conversation, “Listen, all the two of you do is flirt. He’s constantly staring at you when you aren’t eye fucking him right on back. I haven’t seen two people get along so easily before in this line of work. Might as well embrace what you have while you have a chance.”

“Whatever. I’ll talk to him tonight.” You didn’t want to admit defeat, but you were growing rather tired of going back and forth with her on it. If there was one thing she was it was adamant, and this was the only way to get her to be quiet about it.

Her eyes lit up almost as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from your mouth, “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah. If it comes up naturally I will.” You nodded your head thankful she was pulling into the bar already. There was a reason everybody from base went here after work, it was close. And you couldn’t be more thankful to be out of the car away from her prying eyes.

She shut the car off turning back to you, “Good enough for me. Now go in there and get your man.” She smirked knowing it’d set you off. She was right of course.

“Not my man.” You grumbled before happily hopping out of her car that was suffocating with her pressing you on the topic of Lieutenant Jake Seresin.

Of course, you’d love to take the next step with him. You practically threw yourself at the guy every time you hung out with him. But he never seemed to take your advances for what they were. Maybe you weren’t forward enough? Or maybe he just wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. You shuddered at that thought. He’d eventually be a relationship kind of guy. When he wanted to be. Why couldn’t it be with you?

When you walked through the front door and over to your usual spot you didn’t spot him right away. Instead, you spotted Bob and Rooster in the corner chatting away about something intently. Sitting down next to them you waited for their conversation to conclude before interrupting them.

“Hey Y/N.” Bob acknowledged you after a minute. You didn’t mind. Your eyes were busy scanning for Jake. Much to your annoyance you didn’t see him. Was he not here yet? That’d be off, he always beat you to the bar. Always saved a seat for you.

“Hey guys.” You nodded at the both of them with distraction written all over your face.

Rooster smiled over at you knowing exactly who you were looking for, “He’s on the other side of the bar with a friend.”

“Who is?” You couldn’t hide the blush that appeared out of thin air just at the thought of Jake. Were you really that easy to read?

“Hangman.” Rooster leaned forward challenging you, “The guy you’ve been looking for since you walked in.” Bob couldn’t help the small laugh that came from his friends joke.

“I have not.” Your eyes looked everywhere but his.

Bradley laughed, “Sure. Go on then. Go get a drink or something. Definitely don’t go looking for Jake or anything.”

You stook quickly, gracious of his out, “Am I that bad of company?” You mocked offence.

“Hardly.” He smiled shaking his head at your usual antics. Rooster had come to like you quite a bit. You were sharp as a tack, deadly in the air and kinder than they usually came. He’d be a fool not to befriend you. An asset he knew he’d need in the future, “It’s our company I fear that is not nearly riveting enough for you.”

You giggled shaking your head at him, “You’re something else Roos.” Before he could reply you walked over to the bar ordering a drink but also looking for the man who’d taken your heart so effortlessly.

When your eyes scanned the other side of the bar your heart nearly stopped when you finally spotted the guy you’d been looking for. He was sitting there talking, no laughing, with a beautiful blonde woman. Your mouth ran dry as your heart rate picked up at a rapid pace. She was absolutely breathtaking. Far, far more beautiful than you could ever hope to even come close to. If he was chatting her up so easily then how in the hell did you ever think you stood chance with man? Nat was right. You were just you.

You’d let Nat’s words get to your head and get yourself into thinking he’d actually want you. How could you have been so damn stupid? Your eyes watched them carefully as they both seemed overjoyed to be in such an intense conversation going on.

It was Penny who knocked you out of the longing stare that had your thoughts consumed so entirely, “Drink?” She asked.

“Uh, actually I’m alright. Thanks Pen.” You waved her off not wanting to get stuck here longer than you wanted.

She gave you a confused looked before turning away back to her paying customers. You walked out in a half daze thinking about the pretty blonde woman who had captured Jake’s attention whole so easily. You’d managed to avoid everybody on your way out including your ever so nosy friend. You decided to walk home, it was only about a half mile back to your apartment. You’d done it a hundred times before. You were just usually a little drunk and not so heartbroken.

In your mind it was best to simply turn your phone to silent and flip it over while you watched reruns of your favorite shows once you got home. You’d decided it was best to throw yourself a little mini pity party mourning a relationship that’d never be. So that’s exactly what you did. Ignored your phone and watched television. That was your first mistake. Your second was ignoring the knocks on the door. Instead, you turned the TV up just a little louder pretending you couldn’t hear it. Once the heavy banging on the door commenced you knew you could no longer ignore it.

You flung the door open in irritation not knowing who exactly it was but assuming it was Nat, “Would you quiet down? You’re going to get me in trouble…” The words stopped dead in your mouth as you observed Jake on the other side of the door and not Nat. Jake. Shit.

“You didn’t answer my texts.” He frowned giving you a once over scan that you would’ve missed if your eyes weren’t so trained on his. He was checking to make sure you were physically fine. You knew that.

“I turned my phone on silent. Wanted a night to myself.” You answered him before continuing with your own question, “What are you doing here?”

“Or my calls. You ignored my calls.” His frown deepened as he scanned your apartment behind you now. What was he looking for?

You sighed now, getting a little frustrated with his seemingly impromptu visit, “I told you. My phone is on silent in another room.”

That snapped him out of whatever he was doing. You usually didn’t have such a hostile tone with him. Everything with you was usually so gentle. The hostility was left for the skies, “Why? Why weren’t you at the Hard Deck tonight? Nat said you came in with her?” He looked so confused, almost hurt?

You nodded, “I did. I just felt, unwell.” It wasn’t an outright lie. Seeing Jake with that beautiful blonde woman made you more nauseous than you’d like to admit.

“Oh okay.” He frowned giving you another once over, “Are you alright?” He took a step to the side looking almost bashful. Not as confident as he normally came off. It was odd to see him so out of sorts. What was the reason? Surely it couldn’t have been you.

You took a moment to contemplate his question. You were fine, certainly. Just a little devastated for something that would never occur. A future you yearned for that would never begin. But you were fine.

“I’m alright. Why are you here Jake?” You asked once more not stepping away from the front door. Not letting him in but not shooing him away either. You’d usually let him waltz through without a worry, but something was stopping you.

“To check in. I got worried when you wouldn’t answer. You always do.” He answered without a beat. He didn’t look l

“Oh.” You nodded at him. That was kind. That was very much like him, “Sorry to make you stop by.”

He shook his head, “It’s alright.” He kept looking you over. You were playing with the hem of your shirt again. Things were awkward. Uncomfortable. You were nervous and he wasn’t saying what he wanted. Unsure of what to say you just looked down. Not ending the conversation but not making it move forward either.

“Well, goodnight.” You said after a few moments of painful silence. There wasn’t usually this much tension between the two of you. It felt wrong. There was never usually such an air of awkwardness such as there was now.

“No, wait.” He put his hand on the doorframe so you couldn’t shut the door. Not that you were planning to shut it in his face, “Is everything alright Y/N? I don’t… I don’t know what happened or what I did.” He paused giving you a genuine look of confusion and concern. A look you weren’t terribly familiar with from the man.

He was right. How would he know? You were being weird and secretive. And now that you knew he was probably dating that girl you couldn’t air out your love to him. That’d just ruin the friendship you’d grown to love with him.

So instead, you had to deflect a bit, “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

He turned his head in confusion at that, “Pardon?”

“Uh,” Might as well spit out some of the truth, “Tonight. Was going to tell you I was heading home but then I saw you talking to the woman. She was pretty.” You added the last sentence in almost silence hoping he couldn’t detect the jealousy radiating from your body. It wasn’t easy to hide, no.

He crinkled his eyes together, “Who?”

Was he playing dumb? Could the interaction have been so minute that he didn’t even recognize just how gorgeous the woman was? You bit the inside of your mouth to hide your dissatisfied frown, “The blonde woman you were talking to in the booth?”

He cocked his head to the side. First a wave of confusion crossed his face then recognition of the interaction must’ve crossed as his once confused face turned to realization, “You mean Amy?” His smile turned to a knowing smirk once he put two and two together. Jake was anything but dumb. In fact, he was quite intelligent. It hit him as to why your mood would have turned so sour towards him so quickly.

“Amy?” You asked playing right into his hand. He had you now and you didn’t even know it.

He nodded leaning onto the side of the apartment building, “Yup. She was my commanding officer back in Virginia. We were catching up for a moment.” He nodded his head watching you as he reveled in your realization of who he chatting with. He also knew how pretty she was. Jake had thought so since the moment he had laid eyes on her all those years ago. There was a slight problem though, she wasn’t exactly into men. And she wasn’t afraid to let those around her know it. Apparently, you hadn’t picked up on it though. And Jake decided he’d tease you about it for a bit.

“Oh.” You said again as you took a step back while crossing your arms over your chest. It wasn’t exactly an invitation inside the apartment, but it wasn’t not either. Jakes eyebrows quirked up quickly as he realized he was getting somewhere with you. It was cute. You were jealous. You’d been so good at hiding any emotion he wasn’t sure if you actually liked him back. Nat had assured him that you did, and you were just afraid at showing it. Afraid of the consequences once you dove headfirst in. But this was a sign, albeit a small one.

He bobbed his head up and down while taking a small step forward, “Oh indeed.” He gave you a wry smile as his eyes traced over your face, “She was just telling me about how she and her wife were looking at adopting once they get settled out here.”

Your eyes rose in recognition of what he had told you, “Her wife?”

He took another small step forward, shrinking the already small space between the two of you, “Of three years. I was invited to the wedding. It was nice.” He grinned knowing he had you now. Your little outburst and show looked a little silly. He knew you felt embarrassed because he knew you. He adored you. He had begun to love you.

You looked down letting a small sigh of defeat out. You did feel embarrassed. Mortified actually. This is why you didn’t jump to conclusions. This right here. You stepped away from the door officially inviting him inside. He’d done nothing wrong. And even if he was flirting with a pretty blonde girl he would’ve done nothing wrong. You didn’t have any claim over him. Crap. You’d just made an unknowing mess of everything.

Jake didn’t hesitate at your invitation in. A sort of nonverbal apology he happily accepted. He sat down on the couch opposite of you giving you a smile, “You don’t look sick.” He said to you.

“I feel better.” You gave him a quick nod knowing your cheeks were beginning to flush right in front of him.

“Did your illness have anything to do with Amy?” He pressed deciding he wanted to cross the invisible line between the two of you tonight. Your acting out showed him just how much you actually did like him.

“No!” You were quick to answer, far too quick.

His little grin grew into that signature Jake smirk. The one that was often reflected at you in a much different light. Not like this. Not like he’d caught you doing something because he actually did.

“You sure about that?” He leaned so far froward you were sure he was trying to touch you now. Egg you on. Press your buttons. Cross the line. Maybe Nat wasn’t wrong? Maybe he did have feelings?

With wide eyes you shook your head, “No.”

He scooted over on the couch, so he was sitting next to you now. He reached out, placing a hand on your knee, “You seem… a little jealous?”

Your eyes were staring right at his hand that seemed to engulf your knee. You tried to answer him, really. But when you opened your mouth not a sound would come out. You shut your mouth in an instant before turning to him knowing he was right. You were a little jealous. But did you really have to admit it to him?

He leaned a bit closer to you, running his hand just a touch up your leg, before whispering in your ear, “For what it’s worth, I think it’s adorable that you’re a little jealous.”

Thankful for him giving you a little relief you finally found your words again, “You do?”

The smirk turned down into a soft smile as he saw the lack of confidence in your face. Had he not done enough to assure you of how he really felt? He’d thought he made it pretty obvious.

“I do. I think it’s really cute. Wanna know another little secret I’ve been keeping from you?” He asked you.

Your heart rate involuntarily picked up at that, “Yes.” It sounded more of a whisper than anything else. But you couldn’t quite help it. You were nervous. He made you terribly nervous.

“I think you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever got to know.” He smiled watching your reaction. It was nice seeing you so expressive with him. You’d always been so cautious and reserved with him. Collected and calculated. But you no longer had to be. Not when he’d been so outright with it now.

“Now, I know you’re joking.” You laughed not so sure of his admission to you. But his face said otherwise.

“Have I lied to you before?” He asked knowing the answer was an easy no.

You shook your head in response, “No.”

He smiled softly moving his hand from your leg to your hand, “Why would I start now then?”

You gulped at the seriousness in his tone and through his expression. He wasn’t lying. He was out here admitting his feelings towards you. Damn. Nat was right. More than right. You were a fucking idiot.

Before you could stop the words that came out of your mouth you finally admitted to him how you’d been feeling, “I like you.”

He smile before capturing your face in his free hand, “A little jealousy always helps.” Brushing your lip with his thumb he studied your face intently, “I like you too. I like you more than you can even imagine.”

A breath of relief washed out of you as the words you’d been dying to hear left his lips, “That’s good to hear.”

He started laughing. A good old hearty laugh that filled you with your own sense of joy and giggles, “Let me take you out on a real proper date darlin’?” He asked once the shared laughter between the two of you had died down.

You nodded quickly, breathlessly as you took in his lovestruck gaze, “I’d like that.”

His other hand joined him as he cupped your face in his embrace. You were truly vulnerable as hell to him, a position you’d tried to avoid from the get-go. But you couldn’t help it. You were falling for him, fast.

“You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now pretty girl.”

You leaned towards him without a second thought, “Then do it.”

He thought for a second before shaking his head, “Can’t kiss you without taking you out first darlin’.”

You bit your lip knowing it’d drive him past his breaking point, “Please? You don’t have to be a gentleman tonight.”

He groaned, tightening his embrace on your face as carefully as he could, “How can I say no when you ask like that?”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Forced proximity with Genshin Men? Can be smut or not, up to you. Btw you're awesome, I love reading your writing so much.

Forced proximity is such a good trope! It works even better if there's also something that makes the characters be honest.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Gorou, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Al-Haitham, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, flirting, making out, stuck together, grinding, awkward boners, scent marking, biting

A/N: I feel like, for some people, they get locked up with these characters and one of you would come out pregnant and I'm not sure who.

Kaeya would find the situation a tiny bit funny but overall a more annoying because as much as he loves being alone with you he does have things do so as Captain. Usually when he's alone with you neither have to worry about getting interrupted so he's free to make you moan as loudly as he can. Now though, well it would be a shame not to take advantage of this alone time but you have to be silent.

Diluc tries calling out for help but damn, there's no one in the tavern anymore and he can't exactly smash the door down or burn it. He can keep you both warm until morning though, just snuggle up against him. Yes, he's aware that its not professional as your boss but he would hate for you to get sick because of his mistake. The last thing he expected however was for you to kiss his cheek and neck as you pressed so hard against him that you accidentally triggered a different kind of reaction from him. Its fine, just don't say or do anything, it will go away on its own. Eventually.

Itto is more then happy to be stuck with you. Yes he can easily break the cell door down but you're partners, so he is staying here with you for the whole day. About time actually, that you got some alone time, he's been missing you. Pulls you into his lap and starts to playfully kiss you and nudge his nose against your neck as if you're not in jail but at home. He finds it more productive to spend the time kissing you, making you arch your back into him and maybe even making you moan then just moping around in the cell for the whole day.

Thoma doesn't know how the hell this happened, getting locked in the shed. He could have sworn he had the key. Odd. Well someone is bound to come looking for the two best servants eventually. Its really dark in there so he ends up accidentally brushing against your chest with his elbow, good think you can't see his face right now. Gets his shoulder injured by trying to break the door down, and having you giving him a massage later. That might have been a dumb move but, hey at least he got some kisses out of it.

Gorou gets all flustered about being alone with you after his rut has ended. He hasn't spoken to you much, not because he didn't want to but because he didn't know what to say. Now... he has to confront you. What happened between you two, he doesn't want it to be a one time thing. He had a very good time with you those few days, he got to know you a lot better at the very least, and for that alone he's happy it happened. Can't stop thinking about you and right now, in this small space, you scent is driving him nuts. He wants to be enveloped in it, to cover you with his own scent.

Childe laughs as soon as he figures out that you're locked together. It is funny, you have to admit, two rivals, now so close. What is he gonna do with you now hm? Well first off shut you up because your complaining is getting on his nerves. He tried talking to you but clearly its not working. The only other way he knows of shutting you up is by kissing you, making your mouth occupied. And if his mouth isn't enough, well, he's got other things that you could put in that mouth of yours. In fact, maybe he wants you to. Seems like a better way to spend your time then screaming at each other.

Pantalone is extremely annoyed by this situation. Not because its you, he likes you, but because this is something that is out of his control. It makes him very frustrated indeed. Perhaps you know of a way to help him feel better? No, not trying to pick the lock, he already tried that. Just come here, occupy his mind a little, there's no sense in staying still and just waiting. If you don't want to then he does have some papers he can still go over. No? He thought so, then you better find a way to entertain him okay? He can be a little unpleasant when he's irritated.

Dottore takes full advantage of being alone with you. He's had many things he's wanted to try out with you and this extended alone time is the perfect opportunity. What? No, nothing lewd. This is still his lab and he has experiments to do. Did you really think he meant that kind of fun? Well if you really want to, yeah, there are a few things he has been working on to make the act more enjoyable. He didn't intend to try them out so soon but... all in the name of science. And you never have to know about the spare key he has.

Al-Haitham walks back and forth like that's gonna open the door of the library. Okay yes, the two of you got wrapped up in research but the librarian could have called out to see if there was anyone else in here before she locked up. Now what you do, there's not much light in here so you can't keep working. He can see that you're getting tired as well. He takes you by the hand and pulls you in his lap while he sits in the chair. You can rest your head on his shoulder. Oh. Kissing his neck now. The library... shouldn't be a place for these things. But you are all alone so... he can let you get a little handsy.

Zhongli can't believe this is happening to him, in all his years he's never gotten locked up in his study with anyone. The good news is that there is food and tea in here so you won't be hungry until morning. And there is a quite the comfy couch for you to sleep on. A little small for one person but you made it work before. For other purposes but still, it will do nicely. Places his coat over your shoulders and holds you close to his chest to keep you warm. His hands might wander places, he is pressed close to the woman he loves after all, just tell him if you want him to stop.

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 months

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Oh boy, request are open!

If this catches your interests, may I request the freshmen knowing that the five of them have a crush on the reader and they try to interfere with the other when one of the boys manage to get the reader alone for themselves and pull a move on her?

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF+ SLIGHT NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I COULDN'T COME UP WITH A GOOD TITLE SO THIS IS THE ONLY THING I CAME UP WITH. I'M SORRY FOR THE MEMES... TW: SLIGHT NSFW AND SOME SWEARING

Well, this is an unexpected predicament

A transferred student from another world became the center of attention when she was enrolled in an all-male institution, especially how she manages to keep her herself afloat in a college full of talented and cunning magic wielding students. In the realm of Twisted Wonderland, magic tips the surface of survival. With no home and magic to rely on, she was placed at the bottom of the food chain; have no fear however!

With her close knitted friends she gained along the way, she pushes through every obstacle thrown into her and continues to stay alive! It's a classic trope of where the best of friends falls in love with one another after going through so much. But how does one handle five at once?

Each and every one of them vying for your attention, hoping that you would take notice of their profound love for you as it grows each time they spend time with you more and more; to the point where they'd wish that one day you'd suddenly be infatuated as they are. Alas, their wishes goes unheard by the beings above! Thus the only way to seize your heart is by pure determination and hard work! Maybe a handful of mischief to steer away the other suitors; it's in the name of love after all!

"Oi, (Y/N)!" Your name was spoken in a harsh tone by the redhead, fingers jabbing at your sides as his figure inched closer and closer to you; completely erasing any space you had with him "C'mon! You've been sticking your nose in those dumb papers for HOURS now! At this rate, I think I'm gonna grow white hairs with how slow you're writing-" You merely gave him a side glance before continuing your work which made the redhead pout. With a huff, the male enveloped his arms around your waist, your shoulder serving to be a cushion for his chin. You could only sigh and roll your eyes at his childish attitude, your hand far too busy jotting down answers from the library book you've borrowed; not once bothering to stop even as his grip on you tightened even more

"Ace, what are you- Hey!" The mischievous male had pulled away the library book before promptly slamming it shut; an audible thump resonated from the impact. Gradually, the book was held up into the air, bouncing from left to right to avoid you from ever reaching it. "C'mon and grab it already! Or you actually that slow witted, prefect?!" Grumbling under your breath, the book was so close in your reach, only for it to just be bounce away again; the notion clearly screams mockery to your entire being

"Stop playing around and give it to me!" This time, you stood up from your seat; catching the redhead off guard. You were sure that your fingers grazed the book but it seems like the male had the upper hand. Yes, he did momentarily loosened his grip but he never did released his arm around your waist. "Not so fast!" Regaining back composure, Ace was quick to pull you back down but in the process he had unintentionally forced you to sit on his lap; a bit too hard he think. Luckily you were too busy cursing him out! If only you could see how flushed his face was, he was praying that you wouldn't feel the rising tension in his pants; he'd never live it down!

"There you are, Pre-PREFECT?!" With a rough yank to the collar, Ace winced in pain before turning his head sharply to see the perpetrator; no other than Deuce Spade who's gritting his teeth in anger. "The fuck's wrong you?! My neck felt like it was about to snap into two with how hard you pulled my shirt-!" Without breaking eye contact, the blue haired male tugged your arm, effectively pulling your figure away from the scowling redhead "You!-Don't you have any respect for (Y/N)?! Just because you're one of her close friends doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!" Ace squinted his eyes to Deuce's words, brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you even on about?! We didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!"

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hiskillingjar · 3 months

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What do you think Strade, law, and ren would react to a bimbo type MC?

this is so fucking mean. how did you know i was into this??

OKAY WHATEVER, WOE NICHE FETISH BE UPON YOU AAAAA

ren 🦊

ren loves it. of course he loves it

mans is a cum brained hentai addict, of course he fucking loves you playing up to all his favourite tropes

he especially loves it when you pitch up your voice and coo and fawn over him. you sound like a little doll, it's just so cute!

(loves it even more when you do the same in bed and whine and squeal like one of his pornos lol)

cute outfits? skimpy clothes? an obscene amount of pink?? he'd love every second!! he loves high aesthetic anyway so he'd be more than happy to shower you with gifts so you always look pretty and perfect all the time

(and would totally want to pick out your outfits so that he could match lol)

he likes the heavy makeup too, especially if it gets messed up and smeared by tears, saliva, cum

he might even get a bit of a complex about it, especially if you played into the whole "tee hee i'm dumb and you're smart :3" part

like yeah actually, i AM smarter than you. you need me to look after you, don't you, baby? that's okay, you can just stay here with me and look pretty and enjoy being a dumb girl all you want ^_^

doesn't that sound so nice?

doesn't that sound so freeing, never having to worry about real life again?

awww don't fight me, babe, you just don't know any better!

lawrence 🥀

lawrence is. a little confused by it, honestly

like they know that you're playing this up. what are you trying to do? do you think i'm stupid, or something?

i mean law has kind of a complex about honesty, so they might be a bit. put off by you playing a role of some kind

besides, they want to break your brain by themselves. you doing it to yourself is no fun, is it?

in a brain break kind of circumstance though...

law would be super patient and take good care of you

your speech keeps slurring and you forget the words for things that should be obvious...that's okay though, they're there to help you. you don't need to think that hard when they're around

or maybe they'll just shut you up if it becomes too irritating, your dumb voice and your inability to even speak anymore. they have a pretty short fuse for that sort of thing

they might get a little tired of looking after a braindead doll, though...especially if some of your joints have been popped out

you'll just have to prove your worth in some way, the only way dumb dolls can...isn't that right, petel?

strade 🔨

H O R N Y

yeah strade likes it a lot too lmao

he picked it up pretty quickly though

the way you were dressed at the bar, the fact that you so readily trusted a total stranger. takes someone pretty dumb to do that...

so he takes a good long time figuring you out back in the basement?

is this just an act or are you really as stupid as you seem?

but you moan and whimper so sweetly, your voice slurring, and your brain blurred faster than he could have ever imagined

he has to keep you on, even for a little while, just to see what'll happen

considering his standing as the world's worst sugar daddy, you can dress up however you want and he doesn't have a word of complaint about it

especially when you get so upset when he tears your clothes off and fucks up your makeup when he fucks you. it's really irresistible though, your whines are too cute to resist!

might develop a bit of an ego about it (nowhere near as much as ren though, who definitely pushes his luck and fucks with you when strade's not around) especially considering how well his audience responds when he pushes a pretty girl into her rightful place under him

you're not much fun as anything other than a living fuckdoll though. you're too stupid for any kind of conversation, and you don't react nearly as fun to pain as he wants

but not like you care, even if you had enough of a brain TO care

you'll be his doll whenever he wants you <3

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #strade btd #strade x reader #strade x mc #headcanons #mc #don't look at me. don't percieve me #g-d this kink is so problematically hot. i love it

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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hello!! I've been reading your law works recently, and I absolutely love the way you write him- you just capture his character so well :,)

hopefully it's not too much to ask, but can you write about law/reader soulmate au? I don't have anything too specific in mind because i'm really not too good with making prompts 😔

maybe a bit angsty though? I would also prefer if it was in the canon setting, but modern au would be fine too :)

Thank you in advance!!

OH I'M A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE AUS as I've said before I think dkdjs my brain's still booting up for the day but absolutely!! Couldn't resist adding the quote I was thinking about yesterday because Law is so Kaz Brekker coded istg

[Heads up!: talk of soulmates/red string of fate, little bit of angst, fluff, the 'fell first vs fell harder' trope]

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

The question makes Law pause where he's in the middle of reading about a blood-borne pathogen, looking up and over. Splayed out over his bed with your own book in your hand, you stare back. He frowns.

"Why are you asking?"

You shrug. "It's in this book," you say, "It's talking about how there's different ways to look at it. If they're two pieces of the same soul just separated and always trying to make it back to each other, or if something called a string of fate ties them together."

Law makes a noise in the back of his throat. "That sounds ridiculous."

"So you don't believe in them?"

"No." He watches you for a moment, studying you. "Do you?"

You hum, lifting one of your hands and focusing on your pinky. You can almost see it, the neat knot of red tied around the knuckle, string that loops and weaves aimlessly through the air. If such a thing exists, you wonder where it leads, then about where you wish it would.

"No," you answer at last, "I suppose I don't."

ㅡ

If Law lets himself think about fate tying you to him with red string, it's far less romantic. But there must be something that keeps you in his orbit, silent pull to bind you to him.

It scares him. Scares him for how badly he wants to let you in, expose soft underbelly and trust you won't sink your teeth in and rip it all apart.

The push and pull is how he copes with it even though he knows it's unfair to you ㅡ taunts you with what could be, then pushes you away. Open and shut, over and over.

You're tired of it, he knows that. So he apologizes, not sure what exactly he's sorry for. Sorry that he only knows how to take and less how to give, that he only knows how to lose.

You understand that. He knows, you've told him before. But even you have your limits. "I will have you without armor, Law," you tell him, "or I will not have you at all."

He knows it isn't fair to you. But he wishes things were different, that he were different ㅡ and that when he lets himself think about that red string, it wasn't wrapped around your throat.

ㅡ

Law's emotions are a house of cards and his defenses a glass house ㅡ and all it takes for both to crumble is, of course, almost losing you.

It's through no fault of his own, but he still feels sick as he dabs at the blood threatening to drip down into your eye.

"What you did was beyond reckless," he scolds sharply, wraps soft worry in barbed wire, "if you'd stuck to the damn plan, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Sometimes you have to improvise." He gets the feeling you're not just talking about the situation at hand, but he doesn't care to analyze it at the moment.

"Whatever. You sound like that idiot Strawhat." He wants to keep scolding you, hammer home just how dumb you've been ㅡ but you're watching him, and the thin rubberband of his patience snaps.

The kiss is far from gentle. It's messy and clumsy, tastes a little like blood and gunpowder, but that hardly matters when you're kissing him back with the same kind of desperation.

ㅡ

Law doesn't put much weight in the idea of soulmates. It's a romantic connection at best and baseless for proof at worst, straddling somewhere in the middle.

But he supposes he does like the idea that you've always been meant for him, and he for you ㅡ that orbit gets easier to accept when he puts it that way. Or perhaps the atoms that make the two of you up have simply existed together for long enough in the grand scheme of things to echo through, even now.

You laugh when he tells you that, reaching to tug at a lock of his unruly hair. "Putting a scientific spin on it takes the romance out of it, Law."

His eyes flick to your lips and back. "Does it matter?"

Your expression turns thoughtful. "No, I suppose it doesn't." If you want to say more, Law doesn't know because he leans in to kiss you.

Be that you're a soul split in half trying to reunite or truly woven together by a thin red string, Law doesn't know.

What he does know is that you're in his bed, kissing him back, and that's all that matters.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: law.

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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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lokisprettygirl · 6 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 2

Summary: Things between you and Daemon get complicated as he hooks up with Cassandra. It was about to get worse though.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking,

He was baffled by your words, what did you even mean when you said he meant more than just an uncle to you? You were just a child back then. He really wanted to go back to the beach and get drunk to forget about this when his phone started ringing and as soon as he saw who was calling him he just put his phone back in his pocket and found Cassandra, maybe it wasn't the wisest decision for a man his age but at the end he was only a man. Cassandra kissed him as soon as he was in her room. It felt weird to him to be with a younger woman like this but he shut all the voices in his head and kissed her back.

He was just a man after all.

He wanted to forget about Stella and he didn't want to think about the repercussions of his actions, Cassandra was your best friend, your supposed best friend, he knew things would get messy if she would get her emotions involved so he really wanted to be clear from his side.

"Just one night yeah?" He asked her as he stopped undressing her so smiled

"Mmm if you could quit me after one night then yeah ..just one night" she smirked and it made him smile too. Both of them were adults, they could be mature about this right? That was the last thought he had, once he began to enjoy his time with her he stopped thinking about it, it has been a while and he really needed this.

Your saddened face that he had witnessed just now did flash across his mind once or twice but he ignored it, you were dealing with stuff of your own and you weren't in the right mind frame, your words probably meant nothing.

Next morning you woke up with a huge hangover and you immediately regretted drinking so much last night, you felt even worse when you remembered what you had said to Daemon.

"Fucking stupid dumb fuck" you groaned as you made your way to the bathroom, your dad was calling you to get to the breakfast buffet asap.

You put on a simple tee shirt and jeans after the shower and made your way towards the elevator, you also had a bunch of missed calls from Cassandra so you texted her that you'd see her at the buffet.

Maybe it was just your bad luck that you noticed Daemon was heading towards the same elevator as well and you'd have run far away if he hadn't already seen you.

This was going to be super awkward but you hoped he'd just forget about what you had said last night.

"Good morning darling pixie" he said as you both stepped into the elevator so you smiled so widely that it almost seemed unnatural, which to be fair it really was.

"Good morning to you too dearest Uncle"

"Hungover?" He asked you so you sighed and then gave him a nervous laugh,

You looked to the side but you couldn't tell if he was side-eying you since he had black sunglasses on, he was wearing a pastel floral shirt loosely tucked under his pants, there was a simple chain hung around his neck and he smelled like..well you didn't really know what he smelled like because you weren't a greyhound who could detect every scent the world but you knew he smelled good.

Why did he have to be so handsome? Things would have been so much easier if he wasn't that good looking.

"Yeah I feel like shit"

"Figured"

You didn't say anything after that and as you both reached the buffet Cassandra ran towards him and kissed him in front of everyone, there was a shocked look on your face and as you looked at your parents ..they were just smirking. Why didn't they care more about this development?

"Morning handsome" she said to him so he smiled and kissed her cheek before he wrapped his arm around her waist and all of you walked towards the buffet to grab the breakfast before heading towards the table your parents were sitting on.

Cassandra was sitting next to you and then Daemon was right next to her.

"Oh my god I need to talk to you about last night" as soon as she mumbled in your ears in that chirpy voice you felt your heart sinking immediately. They fucked, you just knew they fucked each other. You didn't want her to see how affected you were by the news so you grabbed the glass of lemonade in front of you and chugged on it only to realize that it was margarita.

You immediately grimaced and all the attention was drawn towards you, including Daemon's,

"Why would they serve alcohol during breakfast?"

You mumbled in your mouth and luckily for you your parents had a spa session booked so they had to leave now, Daemon also received a phone call so he excused himself as well.

"Sooo what happened" you asked Cassandra as you pretended to be cheerful about it,

"Oh my gosh you know he came back to me after he checked up on you Andddd we danced for a while before I dragged him to my room and then we kissed and then oh god i had the best sex of my life, guys our age just don't know anything now do they? Woooo" She said everything in one breath so you gave her a blatantly fake smile again. Why did you care so much? He wasn't your boyfriend and never will be so why did it matter that your best friend was getting to have sex with him?

"Wowww I'm happy for you..he seems like a dreamboat"

You mumbled to her so she giggled in response.

"You know i thought I'd just give him a night or two of my life but I don't know..there's something about him like it's not as if he's the most handsome man i have ever been with but he has such a distinct charm and he's so fucking attractive upclose and things he said in bed..like oof he was so dominating –"

"I get it cass " you giggled nervously as you interrupted her, not wanting to hear about his sexual prowess in bed , your fantasies were already deep in the trenches, you didn't need to hear more.

"Are you alright? Oh god I'm so stupid" she mumbled as she hugged you and for a moment you feared that she knew about your feelings for him,

"Cass I'm alright..what do you mean?"

"I keep gushing about a guy when you just had that nasty breakup..I'm the worst" she groaned so you hugged her back and sighed, Cassandra was a bit over dramatic but she wasn't a bad person, you both had fun whenever you were together, however every time she was with a guy, she became all about him until she'd get bored of that guy. And this time you really wanted her to get bored of him, sure him being with anyone else would bother just as much but your own best friend revealing each and every detail to you was just excessive salt on your wounds.

Once Daemon came back he sat down on the other side of the table instead of sitting next to her. You looked down as he looked at you, why did you have to make it awkward between you two? Did he remember what you had said? Was he confused by the statement? You had no idea. Before any words were said Cassandra got up and walked towards him to sit down on his lap. She mumbled something in his ears and then he said something to her. You really wanted to hurl.

Daemon wanted to go snorkeling with the manta rays so Cassandra got up and went to her room to put her swimwear on, you told him that you weren't in the mood so you really just wanted to stay in your room. And cry.

As you made your way out of the buffet room, you heard your name being called so you stopped in your tracks and suddenly he had grabbed you by the arm to take you aside, he let go immediately and pulled his glasses up to look you right in the eyes,

"Are you really okay with this?" He asked you so you crossed your arms and shrugged as if you weren't hurt by the situation between him and Cassandra.

"I'm okay..just hungover .."

"That's not what I meant..are you okay with me and Cassandra hooking up?"

The way he casually admitted to hooking up with your best friend was a punch in the gut. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know and even if he did he wasn't going to care about your stupid crush on him. Cassandra was beautiful and young and she wasn't inaccessible to him,

"Why won't I be okay? Both of you are full grown adults" you said to him so he nodded.

"Alright..just wanted to make sure, I'm your uncle..she's your friend.. I just thought--" before he could finish his words you cut him off,

"Yeahhh..well if things do get weird you can just disappear again since you know all about that" You said to him and he was taken aback by your comment, why were you this way with him, were you still upset about him leaving? But why would you be upset? It didn't make sense to him. Was he really that important to you?

As you reached your room you cried your heart out and then you realised that you shouldn't have been so fucking rude with him, you can't just keep taunting him for leaving like a scorned girlfriend especially when you didn't even know why he had left so suddenly but you felt so lonely and heartbroken at the moment, this vacation felt more stressful than your actual life.

In the evening as you went to the resort's dining area you found Cassandra and she told you that Daemon was in the smoking area so you headed outside and found him sitting under a hut with his head resting on the back of the couch, the shirt he had on was unbuttoned showing his bare chest. His hair was wet from the shower and he had a cigarette between his fingers. For a moment you wondered if you should disturb him but then you really wanted to apologize to him before things would get more awkward between you two.

"Uncle?" You called out to him so he put his head up and gestured for you you to sit down next to him ..

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes and offered you one but you shook your head so he placed it back down on the table and then turned his body towards you to listen to you, you had a floral dress on that fitted you perfectly, he was trying his best to not glance at your cleavage. He should have kept his sunglasses on still.

"I uhhh ..just wanted to apologize to you about what I said and how I said it..i was way out of line and i shouldn't have been so rude to you" you said softly so he smiled in response, he didn't really seem upset or affected by your attitude before. You couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or not .

"Don't bother Pixie, I'm not a child, you're hurting due to your situation and took it out on me..i understand that" he said to you so you gave him a confused look.

"What situation?"

"The whole breakup thing"

"Oh yeah that –" you chuckled nervously as he said that, for a moment you feared that he knew about your feelings for him.

And he was definitely completely wrong about his assumption as you weren't even thinking about Dylan unless you felt completely alone. He grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look at him, his touch sent shivers down your spine, he didn't even know how he was making you feel whenever he was being this way with you..

"If this thing bothers you I'd end it right now..you just have to ask"

He said to you softly so you sighed,

"Why would you do that uncle?"

"Because you're like my…niece. I care about you and i don't want to fuck this up again"

He cared about you, at least he cared enough about you to do this.

"Do you like her?" You asked him so he looked to the side and into the distance as he took a puff from his cigarette.

"She's.. exactly what I need for now..harmless fun"

"Did you tell her that?"

"I did..but I'm afraid she didn't really understand..my marriage has just ended..I'm not looking for a serious relationship and the drama that comes with it"

You nodded as he said that, you weren't the only one feeling completely broken, as you looked in his eyes you realized how broken he was as well, the only difference was he had found his distraction.

"Women tend to ignore the obvious signs sometimes especially when they' are into the guy more than they're into them so just be clear about what you want from her, don't give her mixed signals" he nodded as you said that

"I am into her..I don't want her to feel used..i just don't want her to get her feelings involved"

"Alright then" you got up as you felt a bit saddened again, you really needed to get a grip on your emotions regarding him, you'd never get to have him, that was the sad reality of your life. You were on a vacation in a beautiful place, you really needed to let your hair down and not think about your devastatingly sexy uncle. You didn't want to ignore him but you didn't want to be around him either because you knew it would only hurt to see him snogging your best friend.

The next evening you went to the beach and headed straight to the bar to get a drink when your phone started to ring and when you saw it was Dylan calling to talk about god knows what you put it down again. Music was blaring so you looked around the area, you were in Bali surely you could find a guy to distract yourself right? It was harder to do so than your imagination, you weren't like Daemon or Cassandra, you didn't do casual flings and even when you tried you weren't really good at it.

Out of nowhere you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder and it was Daemon so you smiled.

"Come dance with me" he said to you as he put his hand out for you so you smiled again and gave him your hand,

"Where's Cass?" You asked him as you didn't see her around, he pulled you closer to him but you both still had appropriate distance between your bodies, he placed his arms on your waist so you placed your hands on his shoulders, you remembered dancing with him like this on his wedding day, however you weren't tall enough back then so you had to hold onto his hands.

You also remembered how he had his eyes on his beautiful wife all night long.

The more you thought about your past self the more you found yourself feeling creeped out by your own behavior.

"She got a phone call from some guy" his voice made you snap out of your thoughts so you nodded in response.

"Ohhh did that bother you?" You asked him curiously, you really wanted to see if he was starting to catch feelings, last night you couldn't really sleep because you kept having images of them fucking each other.

"No, why would that bother me? She can do whatever she wants" he said to you nonchalantly so you smiled, all the guys Cassie had ever been with always fell for her and she only got bored of them but with Daemon you could tell that she liked him alot, even though it's been just three days she had been extra giddy around him as compared to other guys she had hooked up with.

"Did you ever think about us after you left? I mean me and mum..did you miss us?" You asked him softly so he leaned down and kissed your forehead, he had no idea what he was doing to you, this is why you wanted to stay away from him, he was just being an uncle to you while you harbored these sexual feelings for him.

"Of Course I did, i always did think of you two" he mumbled softly as he brought his hand up to place it on your cheek "I should have said goodbye to your mum and to you..I'm really sorry that I didn't do so darling"

Your eyes teared up as he said that so he pulled you in for a hug, you sighed deeply as you found yourself wrapped in his warmth, you heard him let out a small almost inaudible gasp as your fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt and rubbed against his lower back, that's when he pulled you away from him to get back to his reality, he wasn't ready to feel this way about you.

"And if I ask why did you have to leave you won't tell me right?" You questioned him to get rid of the sudden tension between you two.

"It's between me and your dad, I'd keep it that way" he said to you so you nodded,

"So you have forgiven him for whatever he had done?" He chuckled as you questioned him,

"How do you know it was him? It could have been me who was at fault here"

"You could be.. but that day..the last time I saw you..you –"

Before you could finish your words Cassandra approached you both so he let go of your arms, as she hugged him from the side and kissed on his neck he wrapped his arm around her waist..

"Y/n your parents are looking for you" she told you so you hummed in response, you had left your phone at the bar so you excused yourself.

"What was going on" Cassandra asked him as soon as you were out of sight

"What do you mean?"

"You were dancing with her" she giggled

"So? She's like my niece, we have danced before" he chuckled

"She's not thirteen anymore though dae..she's around my age"

"And your point is?" He raised his eyebrows at the inquisition, he had seen you on your own all the time during this vacation so he really just wanted to make sure you weren't feeling isolated. Sometimes when he looked at you he really felt strange, especially just now when he was so close to you he felt the attraction, he felt the chemistry between you two but he was a man you trusted, someone who had been around you since you were twelve, he never wanted to break that trust or hurt you in any ways. You were his friend's daughter and you would always remain untouchable for him.

"Nothing..it's just you're a very handsome man and she seems infatuated with you..she's my friend I can tell even though she never shared anything with me" Cassandra said to him as she caressed his cheek with her fingers,

"Well if she didn't share it with you then you shouldn't assume things" he said to her firmly so she smiled and pulled him closer to kiss him,

"Okay sorry daddddy"

His eyes widened as she said that to him, he had never been called that in such a sexual manner "You like that don't you?" She grabbed his crotch and it made his cheeks flushed,

"You're so fucking indecent"

"Mmm then punish me"

And so he did. This was new for him, exciting even, his sex life with his wife had gotten stale with time, he had tried to keep things alive in the bedroom but her idea of excitement was finding new guys to have sex with, in the past five years every time he saw her happy he knew he wasn't the reason behind her smile. It was his own fault that he had stayed for so long just because she promised to change after every incident.

Now he had realized that he should have left her after the very first time she had cheated on him and soiled their marriage forever.

You had watched the whole thing from a distance and it only made you feel more miserable as they left for his room. In that moment all you wanted to do was be her.. you couldn't help but wonder how it felt to be touched by him in that manner..

"Are you okay sweetheart?" You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard a man's voice in front of you, there were tears in your eyes and you seemed seemingly lost, maybe that's why he noticed you.

He seemed around the same age as yours or even younger, you couldn't really tell at first. He introduced himself to you and surprisingly he was from London as well..He also had the same blonde hair as Daemon and it almost triggered you, you felt as if you had seen him somewhere before but you couldn't really tell where. About two hours later as you met with everyone for dinner you had him by your side, he seemed nice enough and you really needed to find a distraction. However you weren't ready for the shock of your lifetime.

"Uncle Daemon? Is that you?"

Daemon stepped up from his chair as he met his one and only nephew standing right next to you. There was a look of shock and surprise all over his features as he spoke to the young boy.

"Aemond..what are you doing here?"

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spencersties · 1 year

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Willing Closeness - S.R.

Gif is by @radioactive-creative-bug

A/N: I was thinking about that "I'm not sharing with reid" room thing from 5×21 this morning and I wanted to write a little drabble but it somehow turned into a whole ass one shot.

Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, some angst if you squint and tilt your head to one side

Word count: 840

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you and spencer had gotten along as well as oil and water for the few months that you had known him. neither of you understood why, but for some reason, you just couldn't be in the same room together without getting on each other's nerves. you found him infuriating most of the time, and if his constant quips were any indication, he felt the same way about you.

him getting shot didn't help matters. he was constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger. you just didn't understand how a man with such a high IQ acted so irrationally. you had almost lost your shit when you found out he had travelled without being cleared, it was almost like he wanted to get himself in trouble.

now that he was pretty much healed and back to putting himself on the wrong end of a gun barrel, you were closer to snapping than ever. you got the urge to stand in front of him any time you came face to face with an unsub.

so when night rolled around on a case where the killer seemed to hunt at night and you still hadn't caught them, you were more than ready to do whatever was necessary to make sure spencer didn't do something dumb again. if only to calm your own nerves, of course.

"I'm not sharing with reid again." came morgan's voice, and reid frowned, clearly taking some offence.

garcia quickly called dibs on derek and before you could overthink it, you spoke up, "I'll room with the doctor tonight."

confused looks came from all the members of the team, they were all familiar with you and reid's constant squabbles. however, you didn't spare any of them more than a glance, going to get the key to your room and heading upstairs instead.

but of course, of course, when you got to the room there was only one large bed in the centre of it.

you sighed and dropped your go-bag down onto the floor, running your hand through your hair. this was fine, you and spencer would just have to deal with this like the adults you both were.

a click sounded behind you, and spencer walked into the room. glancing at you and then at the bed, still sporting a look of utter confusion. his mouth opened and closed a few times.

"oh." was the only sound that managed to make it out.

"it's big enough for the both of us."

"okay."

"I'm taking the side next to the window." you expected some sort of disagreement on his part at that.

"okay." was what he responded with instead.

the rest of the night continued in the same unfamiliar manner. with you and spencer getting ready for bed in amicable silence.

after a little while, the lights had finally been shut off and the two of you climbed into the bed.

you turned away from him, grabbing onto one side of the duvet, with him doing the same, which would have usually been fine, but there was only one duvet, and spreading it out like that meant there was a gap through the middle that let the cold in.

"spencer this isn't going to work. We'll both be freezing to death before the morning."

maybe the evening had gotten your hopes up because you were expecting a reasonable response from him, but, naturally, spencer did the opposite of what you thought he would.

he turned so that he was facing your back and wrapped an arm around your front, gently nudging you so you were closer, mumbling something about how this wouldn't be necessary if you weren't such a blanket hog under his breath.

you were too stunned by his willing closeness to answer him.

once spencer seemed to deem that the two of you were near enough, he took his hand away from you. you must have let out some sort of peculiar sound at that because he spoke up again.

"sleep. I'll be fine without your constant hovering for the next eight hours."

"I don't hover." you said, probably not as defensively as you should have.

"sleep." he repeated. and surprisingly, you did. you slept better than you had in ages, not a single concern crossing your mind.

you woke up the next morning with spencer wrapped around you like his life depended on it. His legs were between yours, and his head was buried in your chest while his arms held you in place by the waist.

you absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, still hazy from sleep, before saying his name. he hummed and pulled you tighter to him, burying his head further into you before mumbling, "stay, we can go back to bickering later."

you couldn't argue with that logic and you were going to take full advantage of having spencer where you could see and feel him.

the two of you spent that morning drifting in and out of sleep for as long as you could before having to get up and ready to go meet the team.

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playertwotails · 1 year

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Okay 4 things in the new Scrapnik Island Issue #3 I can't get over.

For #1:

Sonic is in danger and Tails immediately makes guns for himself and his new squad. Just no Sonic around and he goes straight to making lethal weaponry.

Bonus 1.5:

He blep when concentrating

For #2:

Tails went full Black Ops strike team with a little 'gamerish trying to sound cool' lingo there and I love him for it. "Stay Frosty you guys" is so cheesy and I love it. Look at him take charge and lead a covert ops team. He got whole outfit on too. It's a look not gonna lie.

For #3:

Mecha does remember Tails can fly right????...like he's not a character you can let gravity decide this with...he can fly. I feel like next issue is gonna have a moment with Tails where he basically comes back, looks Mecha in the eyes and is basically is like "...are you dumb???...cause I think you might stupid or have very poor planning....I can fly rust nuts remember"

Maybe the walls are too close for him to fly but this has to come back and bite Mecha in the ass. It's just shock value bait I'm calling it now you can't just drop a flying character and think "welp that's the end of that!!... dum de dum dee dum going about my day now" with no consequences.

And lastly #4:

I will never shut up about this. Look at Sonic he gets one hint Tails might be in danger or hurt and protective older brother instincts go into over drive. He get out of those restraints before Tails shows back up okay and he might be catching a metal body, forget any moral codes he has. Sonic just looks like he's about to go off on Mecha when he thinks Tails might be in danger.

Extra Bonus:

Do you know how much I would give if they let Tails go off here. You know Tails the character who canonically was living on his own as a tiny child in the woods and then found and practically raised by Sonic cause he had been abandoned and ostracized by his own village and possibly parents. Just when Mecha said this I wish they basically let Tails reply with a:

"Bitch join the club, you ain't special"

Cause like out of anyone Mecha could talk to that understands that feeling of being abandoned and forgotten....it's gonna be Tails. He chose the wrong person to try and use the "oh you could never understand me" trope on. Welcome to Tails whole backstory Mecha you empty soup can for a brain.

#scrapnik island spoilers #scrapnik island issue 3 #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #this has been the year of giving Tails guns #first with the second sonic movie then the anniversary issue and now this #they really let Tails go all out this is with giving him a gun and a squad #they're brothers your honor #let sonic go feral as a treat on Mecha #he been through a lot this year and deserves to let out a little frustration

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katsukiopedia · 2 years

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Bakugou as the “Mean girl x Jock” trope.

: Y/n is the stereotypical mean girl, roughly proofread.

Bakugou’s overconfident and never nervous. He trusts himself to win and expects that from his teammates. Goes into every game confident he’s going to win. He aces all his exams and has never failed a term in his life. He could care less about what people thing about him and his lack of sportsmanship. (Granted his couch lectures him about this ALL the time and he never learns.)

He has no reason to be nervous, so he never is.

That was until you. The new cheerleader.

The boys had just finished practice as you were leaving yours. Running back to pick up a bottle you friend left behind.

“Excuse me?”

Bakugou turned his head at the sound of your voice.

“Can you move, so I can get the bottle.”

Said bottle now crowded by a bunch of sweaty jocks and their stuff.

He hesitated for a second too long. God you were pretty. Who even were you on second thought.

“Are you gonna move or not?” Tone now harsh as your patience ran thin The way you pulled you face made it seem as if you were disgusted and you were really contemplating pushing past the weirdo.

Bakugou opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it and moved. You didn’t even spare a thank you as you took the bottle and left.

Honestly, he had no idea why he was offended. He would have and has done the same.

“What was that?” Kaminari asked as the rest of the guys poked fun at him.

“Since when are you interested in girls?” “I was starting to think you were gay.” “Forget that. Katsuki was fucking nervous.” “You like her bro?”

“Shut up.” He ignored them only interested in the cute girl that had offended him.

He saw you again the next day, doing some dance routine with the rest of the girls. Shamelessly staring as he wiped the sweat off his face. That was until his couch scolded him for getting distracted. “Katsuki focus!”

Best believe his teammates didn’t let it go. Teasing him in the changing rooms about his crush on the new cheerleader. Pressuring him to ask you out and bullying him for putting it off.

I feel like you’d definitely approach him first but for a completely different reason. Maybe you guys have a class together and you missed something, so you came to ask him for the notes. And yet again he gets distracted and loses his words.

“Hello?? Do you have the notes or what?” Your waving you hand in his face clearly irritated. “Do you always ignore people when they talk to you?”

“I uh- have the notes but they’re in my bag.”

“Great, where’s your bag.”

“I’ll show you.”

Now you’re waiting outside the boy’s locker room for him to give you the notes. He’s taking forever to come out, probably standing around thinking about the right way to ask you out.

This man has never chased anyone before. If anything, they were asking him out. When he finally comes out, he stands around looking dumb while you roughly copy them down.

“Thanks.” You say so softly almost as if you didn’t mean to say it. You hand him the book and you’re about to walk off, but he stops you.

“You busy Friday?”

“So what? You gave him a dirty look and he almost took his words back.

“You wanna go out?” He’s looking everywhere but you. Hands in his pocket only sparing you a glance when you take a little too long to answer.

You really had to think about it. He was such a weirdo but definitely an attractive weirdo, so you decided to go for it. Thinking the date would be terrible and a good story to tell you said yes.

But on the date this man is so unintentionally attractive. Even through his texts, every little thing has you smiling like an idiot. The date was too good to be a joke you’d tell your friends, and you actually want to go on a second

Skipping to the part where you’re an item.

You guys are so mean for absolutely no reason. You definitely tell Katsuki all the gossip about everyone. (Katsuki’s definitely the boyfriend who loves hearing about the drama so he’s having a great time hearing all of it.)

You two talk shit about everyone.

He’s not even worried about other men talking to you because he himself just barely slipped through the cracks and most of them you talk shit about.

This man is always in his feel around you. Like he’s angry on second and then you arrive all smiley to see him, and your energy just rubs off on him and he’s suddenly smiling.

The boyfriend that’s having a whole silent conversation with you in class because he already knows what the teacher is explain.

Squeezing himself in at your lunch table.

Has no problem making his friends third wheel.

Not really into heaving PDA but light PDA sure.

All out you guys are a power couple.

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beomglocks · 2 years

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oh! it's just like magic! : k.th

☆.｡.:*summary : if you could you would shove him back in his stupid little jar. you never want to see him again, not even if your face heats up a little when he gets close to you...nope!

☆.｡.:*pairing : demon!taehyun x witch!reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : mini drabble, spooky season fic finally, demon taehyun bc obviously demon fic from user beomglocks, "summoning a demon and now they live with me" trope, enemies to less hated enemies?, enemies to 'there is sexual tension here but no one wants to acknowledge it'

☆.｡.:*w/c : 1.4k

"if you're gonna live in my house could you atleast have some form of decency," you exasperate at the demon currently lounging on your couch.

the demon in question, taehyun, scoffs. he smacks his lips loudly as he munches on some of your food and you swear the vein on the side of your head pulsates which each obnoxious sound. he's doing it to aggravate you, you reason with yourself.

"you tipped over my urn... so no," he giggles, shoving more food into his mouth. you exhale, "i told you a thousand times already! i was cleaning out the collection room and didn't know the cleaning spell on the broom would go haywire."

taehyun shrugs. "ever heard the phrase never keep all your eggs in one basket? no one told you to keep all of your dangerous, haunted items in one room, this isn't the conjuring babe."

you gape at his audacity, choosing to ignore the sudden petname, "shut up, how do you even know what that is." you roll your eyes at him, regaining your attitude.

"what? am i not supposed to know what pop culture is just because i was locked away for thousands of years? i may not have had netflix in there but i have ears," he rolls his eyes at you. "humans are all the same..always looking down on everyone else," he sucks his teeth. you groan miserably at his remark. "that's not what this is about," you whine.

you wished you had just been at least a little bit more careful when cleaning. earlier in the week you had been consoling a grieving woman about her dead boyfriend. she had come to you to find a way to contact him beyond the living world.

despite the many times you'd done this with other people, this time it didn't work. you didn't know why but you had a good clue. perhaps you shouldn't have brought it up with her though.

"did you maybe have some sort of falling out before he died, maybe he doesn't want to be contacted." that was the spark to push her over the edge. you sat in shock afterward as she yelled at you about how perfect her relationship was and how you'd never find anything as real as what they had.

to your absolute horror, she started tossing everything off the table, including the incense and water you used to sense vibrations. you had promptly told her to leave after that.

grumbling and annoyed, you decided that you were way too tired to clean everything manually so you used an auto-clean spell on a broom to do the work for you. unfortunately, your emotions were too much for the spell and it ended up flying everywhere, knocking items and bottles off shelves, causing even more of a mess.

you hadn't even noticed when the broom had knocked over one of the more rarer urns. when did you even acquire this one? you wondered to yourself as you knelt down to inspect the damage. you weren't dumb though. you knew there could be some kind of entity in there who was now loose and to your horror there was.

he was standing over you with a frown and his arms folded across his chest in a disapproving manner. his hair was an ashy gray color and some strands fell over his eyes intentionally. he was good looking, as you'd expect any demon to be and along with that graceful face came even more graceful words.

"look at what you've done, you stupid witch," he mumbles under his breath. the problem with pretty demons is that they lose their beauty once they start insulting you. you had rolled your eyes at this, choosing to ignore how his biceps bulge when he tightens his arms across his chest.

"im sorry ok..." "taehyun" you sigh, "right..taehyun, im sorry."

he tsked, mindlessly kicking the shattered object away from his feet. he looks you up and down and you swear you can see the gears turning in his head. "so what are you gonna do about it?"

you scoff, standing back up only to find that even standing up the demon was taller than you. "seriously, its going to take weeks for me to even find a spell to properly fix this, let alone master it to get you back."

he raises his eyebrow at you and smirks. taehyun shrugs as he paces around the room, toying with the other objects on display.

"well...i guess this means you owe me a new home and I'm stuck with you."

taehyun suddenly appears in front of you, effectively making you drop the broom in surprise. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you glare up at him, annoyed that he took you out of your flashback.

he doesn't answer right away and you want to hold your glare but you swear you see the tiniest bit of...something other than utter hatred in his eyes and it makes you falter. "w-what is it?" you try to shove him back but he holds his position.

"honestly y/n.." he looks down at you. you feel your face get hot at the sudden seriousness of the situation. he scans your face for a while before the look of intrigue is replaced with disinterest. "you were spacing out and kept staring at me, could you be any less irritating."

he steps back but not before he flicks your forehead with his long fingers, snickering at your flinch.

you watch him saunter back to the couch as if nothing happened but you can't help but feel odd. as the days went on you slowly learned how to co-exist with the annoying demon in your house and a part of you think you might be growing to tolerate him just a bit. he still annoys you but it feels playful rather than spiteful sometimes.

you stare at the back of his silver head in thought until he speaks up. "stop staring at me, you're being obvious." you fold your arms across your chest. "i wasn't staring at you, you're ugly and a demon. two strikes."

"oh really now?" he scoffs, not bothering to turn around. "so if i wasn't a demon would that change anything?" you roll your eyes but bite your tongue at the implications. "no because you'd still be ugly and now you're getting a third strike for being annoying."

you hear him laugh and shake his head. he knows that you know that he's not ugly in the slightest bit. if anything, he's the most good looking person you've seen in a long while but of course you'd never admit that.

you sigh heavily plopping down next to him on the couch as if the tension wasn't high enough. he glances at you through the corner of his eye trying to bite back his smug smile. "why are you sitting next to me y/n hm?" he scootches closer to you to make you uncomfortable. it works, seeing as you scootch away closer to the arm of the couch.

"what the fuck do you mean, you keep forgetting this is my house, i can sit where i want," you scoff. you don't see it but his fingers twitch at this. he places them on his lap to not seem obvious. "whatever, it's our house now."

your mind is practically yelling at him to shut up. why does everything he say sound like a weird relationship innuendo?! you shake your head. no, you refuse to fall for his charms. he's a demon, he's supposed to be good at things like this. on another note, he's been terrorizing you since the moment you mistakenly freed him. there should be nothing to find attractive about him.

not even a couple days later, when you accidentally walk in on him exercising. his muscles bulged with each pump of his arms. the tee shirt and shorts he wears leave nothing to the imagination. before he can even realize you stepped into the room, you are out of there. how is he making you flustered in your own home?! you can't continue like this or else you won't be able to walk into any room in your house without having to do breathing exercises.

"it's our house now." you wanted to erase those words from your mind. they haunted you every time you saw him smirk at you whenever he caught you staring too long. every time he walked past and said something snarky. those words were like a verbal contract, signifying the day you brought this annoying demon into your life.

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99hook · 9 months

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Insufferable

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but they just can’t leave each other alone

Warnings: angst, pining, a bit of choking, oral female and male receiving, creampie, semi-public sex, Tyler has a filthy mouth, enemies who end up fucking, basically.

A/N: this is that “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” trope with an extremely arrogant Tyler and YN who knows how to push every single one of his buttons. This is also like 3 requests in one fic so Enjoy babes!

The requests were:

• Shower smut (enemies to lovers edition)

• “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”

• facefucking

if you sent those in, thank you besties here they are🫶🏼

“Don’t say shit.” You glared at the man standing in front of you. You’d just gotten back from your match and you already knew you looked a little rough around the edges. You were sure you’d have a black eye in the morning and the last thing you cared to hear was anything Tyler Senerchia had to say.

Unfortunately, he was never good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s surprising to you how he hasn’t gotten his teeth knocked down his throat yet, but maybe you’d have to be the one to do it one of these days. Either way, he had that annoying ass smirk spread across his face the minute he caught sight of you and you just knew he was thinking of something, anything he could possibly come up with to annoy the shit out of you.

“You look like someone just beat the shit out of you.” He smirks, eyeing your hair wildly scattered about and the red welts on your skin. “You sure you’re ready to step in the ring with pro wrestlers? You might need to toughen up a little more before someone puts your little ass in a coma.”

Crossing your arms defensively, you felt your left eye twitch, which was not so coincidentally something that tends to happen whenever that man is in your vicinity. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who got knocked out with his own title.” You snap right back, watching his dark eyes narrow.

“At least I had a title. Last I checked, you lost every championship match you’ve ever been in.” He counters, his lips tipping up slightly when he sees the anger swirling around in your eyes.

“Should probably ice that eye. Looks like she got you pretty good.” He points out with a condescending smirk still playing on his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be in Tony’s office with your daddy bribing your way into another title shot right now?” You watched his jaw stiffen, feeling a little satisfied about that.

“I never had to bribe Tony for shit. I earned everything I have, unlike you, miss shorts that doesn’t even cover my ass.”

“You sound fucking stupid. It’s ring gear. Everybody wears the same shit. And I don’t use my body for bribery, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” Your voice was a little louder than you intended but thankfully nobody else was in the hall.

You watched his white teeth show with the scoff he let out. “No? You don’t? So you just wear shit like this-“ his hand motions over you, rather dramatically, “for the hell of it? I doubt that. You only get tv time because you’re eye candy for the dumb asses who are stupid enough to be interested in you. That’s all you got going for yourself, and I think you know that too. I mean, look at your win loss record. You’re probably the worst in the woman’s division.”

He always had a way of getting under your skin and you hated that you gave him the satisfaction of letting him see how angry he made you. But for some reason you always came back to the banters.

“You know what?” Your eyes flared.

“What?” He piped up.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I have plenty of fans who love me because I’m a badass wrestler and I don’t have to prove shit to you. Maybe I’ve never held a title but I’ve gone out there and given my all in that ring and i’m only eye candy, but I could walk out there in a nun outfit and still have people screaming my name, so nice try but you’re just spitting bullshit and you know it.”

You hated that easy smirk that seemed to always be on his face and wished more than anything that you could literally slap it right off.

“Then do it.” He shrugs. “Cause I’m highly doubtful and I would love to prove you wrong, and watch you absolutely humiliate yourself more than you already do when you get your ass beat every single week.”

You fell silent and he stood there with that infuriating look of satisfaction.

“Like I said, just eye candy.” He says before he brushes past you, bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“Go fuck yourself” you mumbled, but he heard it.

“I don’t need to do that.” He shrugs his shoulder. “But from this little attitude you got, it sounds like you do.” He smirks, stepping close enough that your chest was brushing against his. “I’m sure one of your creepy, perverted fans would be more than happy to help you out with that.”

“I’m sure one of the random hookers you meet on the street would be more than happy to get in your car again.” You snapped back, and all he did was let a low chuckle slip through his lips.

“Trust me. Anybody would be happy to fuck me, but unlike you, I’m not desperate.”

“Your constant visits to the strip club say otherwise.” You quirk a brow, wanting to take a step back but you didn’t want him to think you intimidated him.

“Looking and touching are two different things.” He calmly states. “And why are you keeping up with my life anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate my guts like you tell everybody?” The corner of his mouth tips up as he eyes you slowly. “Or are you just that obsessed with me?”

You were the one to scoff at that, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking conceited it makes me sick.”

He takes a step back and chuckles lowly. “And you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met in my life. You know why?” His voice had a new edge to it, filled with condescension.

You didn’t respond, only stared up at him with piercing eyes as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He almost whispered, allowing his eyes to linger down to your lips and then to the deepening redness on your cheeks.

“I would never fuck you.” You spat, almost quite literally.

“Cause I’d never let you.” He quickly counters, taking another step back until there was a breathable distance between you again.

“I would never want to.”

Obviously he didn’t believe that, but you didn’t believe him either. You knew him pretty well simply because of all the time he takes out of his day to play these little tit for tat games with you, and for that reason, you knew there was some kind of motive behind his constant bantering and teasing. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t want your hands on him unless it was to strangle his throat, literally.

He eyes you again, making sure to hold that dark stare long enough to make you a little nervous. That always happened and you never really knew why. But then, he takes a step foward and closes the space between the two of you almost fully once again, and you felt your heart start to thump hard against your chest.

“Next time you lie to me, at least make it decently believable. Go practice in a mirror or something, cause I can practically read your mind right now and all I’m seeing is you wanting to get bent over and fucked until your body collapses. And I’m not opposed to a little pity fuck. If you want it that bad, I can be charitable.”

His words left you speechless staring up at him for a couple of seconds while he let his eyes linger down to your lips once more, almost as if he was debating to kiss them, but fighting against it. But then you snapped back to reality and realized who you were listening to that shit from and immediately felt the rage bubbling up inside again.

“If I ever gave you the opportunity to fuck me, it would be because my life’s being threatened and the only way to save it is to fuck the most arrogant motherfucker on the face of this earth.”

You watched yet again as his lips tipped upwards and his eyes seemed to have sparked something new within them, before he shrugged one shoulder and slid his tongue over his lips.

“That’s funny, actually, cause I remember one of your little friends telling me otherwise.” You knew exactly what he was talking about and felt yourself internally wanting to scream.

“I was so fucked up, Tyler. Like drunk off my ass. Whatever I said that night, I never meant it. Don’t let it go to your head cause I promise you the last thing I want when I get in my bed at night is you.”

“Yeah?” He challenges. “If that’s the case I wouldn’t hear you moaning my name when you’re alone in your hotel room. You know we’re on the same floor, right? My room is right next to yours. Didn’t know that, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning, like a thousand fires were blazing beneath your skin. So yeah, maybe you’d been caught up about that but it wasn’t because you wanted Tyler. It was just that it was rather undeniable that the man would probably be mind blowing in bed. He carried himself with that cocky demeanor and that air of sexual energy around him that you just knew he would be outstanding but, that smart mouth and arrogant attitude kept you from even attempting.

“What’s the matter? Nothing to say? You’re not even gonna try to deny it?” He smirked. “You know, I was gonna pay you a little visit right after that cause I figured your fingers probably didn’t do you justice but, then I thought about it and decided it was best for everyone on our floor if I didn’t cause clearly you’re a little loud by yourself, you’d get us kicked out of the hotel if I was fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly and your eyes adverted down to the gold cross sitting over his hoodie, in an attempt to avoid those dark eyes. Tyler was surprised you had nothing to say back. Usually you always did. That’s when he realized he either took it too far and humiliated you or he just figured you out completely, calling you on this bluff that you can’t stand him.

“Why are you so silent all of the sudden?” He asks, taking a slight step closer. “I just called you out for fantasizing about me and you’re not even trying to choke me out right now. What is it, yn? Did you mean it when you imagined me being the one fucking you instead of these-“

He reached down and grabbed your hand, sliding his thumb over your fingers before you felt him cup your chin. He raised your head and your eyes locked with his.

“Did you want me to be the one making you moan my name? Cause you can admit it to me, and I can make it happen right now.” His voice was deeper, raspier, almost breathy and as much as you wanted to push back like you always did, this time, you knew it wasn’t going to happen.

You watched his adams apple bob in his throat, his eyes slightly softening before a new blaze ignited within him when you simply shook your head and said, “I want to be the one to make you moan my name, not the other way around.”

“I can’t make promises on that.” He said as you felt his hand tighten around your fingers, as if he was letting his nerves subtly get the best of him.

“I can.” You whispered, and within a split second you were pinned against the wall with his hands locking your wrists together above your head. You gasped out but it was caught by his lips landing on yours, as if he really was the one who had been desperate for this all along, like you already expected.

It was all happening so fast that you couldn’t even catch your breath but something about it had you instantly wanting more the second he pulled away and he saw that in your eyes, and being the arrogant man he is, all this did was fuel him. Start a fire that nobody would be able to put out until he was satisfied with the way he plans to absolutely ruin you.

His eyes glanced to the end of the hall before he looked back down at you. His lips were swollen and chest heaving, as if he was a caged animal dying to break free.

“We can’t do this. Not here.” You managed to breathe out, watching ideas swirl around in his mind until he thought of a specific place he’d always imagined would be good for fucking at, cause that’s just the type of shit he randomly liked to thing about.

That lead to him pulling you down the hall, feet rushed until you passed talent standing around. Neither of you wanted anyone to know what you were about to go do and everyone was under the assumption that the two of you despised each other so, needless to say you got some weird glances from eyes all around when you were spotted walking side by side, but nobody said anything.

He brought you to the showers that not many people prefer to use, because it was at the other end of the arena and there was another set of them closer to the locker rooms. In his mind those showers were installed for this specific reason. And you didn’t even know they were down there until you walked in and seen three stalls with only single curtains separating them from anyone who might walk in.

“This is risky.” You tell him the second you glance around the room. “Anyone could walk in.”

“And they’ll walk right back out.” He mutters as he wraps his arms around your lower back and pulls you into his chest, locking his lips with yours once again. All of those hesitations were immediately washed over with the way he was backing you up against the wall, his lips rhythmically moving against yours.

“Look who’s desperate now” you hummed against him when his hands moved down to your shorts, fingers hooking under the waistband before he pulled back, and yanked them down to your ankles with a smirk on his face. He came eye level with your exposed core and glanced up at you as he brought one finger to run down your folds.

“It’s still you.” He says as he collects the wetness on his digit. “You’re dripping for me right now.”

Your head fell back against the wall and you kept your eyes on the door, until you felt his fingers spread your folds, and his warm tongue immediately followed, sliding from your entrance to your clit, earning your hips to jolt towards him and a low “oh God” to slip out.

“No baby” he muttered against you. “It’s Tyler. only name you need to remember is mine, and I wanna hear you wear it out”

You felt his tongue slide up again, the warmth sending tingles through your entire body. Your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut as you allowed it all in, and his eyes stayed trained on you with every single motion.

He brought his forearm up to pin your hips, keeping you still as he swirled and flicked his tongue over your pulsating clit, reveling in the mixed sounds filling the room. He felt your hands tangle up in his hair and tightly grasp a fitful, your body was so effortlessly reacting to him in a way he knew he’d be thinking about when it’s all over with and you two probably go back to despising one another.

He knew there wasn’t a likely chance he’d be able to do these things to you again, whether you craved it or not, so he was going to make the absolute most of it.

He tilted his head so his tongue could flick at a different angle, and judging by the way you inhaled a sharp gasp and exhaled a series of broken whimpers, he assumed you liked that.

“Knew you were gonna be a moaner” he smirks against you, his hot breath lingering against your sensitive skin. “Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to let me do this”

You heard that, and much like him, you didn’t know how to keep your mouth shut. You attempted to recollect yourself but your words still came out as one long, drawn out moan when you looked down at him, locking eyes and said, “You just admitted how desperate you are to fuck me”

His tongue stilled and eyes narrowed, but only for a split second before he brought two fingers to your entrance and without warning, pushed them in and roughly curled them against that one sweet spot that he somehow effectively and effortlessly found.

Your eyes rolled back and head hit the wall again. “What was that, baby? You were saying something? What? That I’m desperate? Sounds like you’re the one that’s desperate right now, moaning and whimpering from just two of my fingers.”

He curled those fingers back and to, hitting that spot that kept you from being able to argue back, and he took pride in that.

“Nothing to say now, huh? You were just talking all that shit, now you can’t even speak properly. You’re to tight, so wet, you’re dripping to the floor right now and all I’ve done is touch you.”

You peered down at him, catching the view of his dark eyes watching you come undone above him. A smirk spread across his lips when he noticed your cheeks flushing, eyelids fluttering and you just couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

His fingers skillfully pumped against you, making your whole body erupt with goosebumps covering every inch of your skin.

“Bet you’ve thought about this before. About me on my knees for you, getting a taste of this perfect little pussy while my fingers fuck into you. Bet that’s exactly what you wanted that night you were touching yourself in your hotel room, and I’m sorry baby, but I was under the impression that you couldn’t stand me. Or else I would’ve been doing this all night long.”

Just his words were making your head spin. His raspy voice and the condescending edge that you couldn’t admit you loved so much. You were on the verge of letting yourself fully succumb to him but, just as soon as that release approached, it was ripped away when he stilled his fingers and rose to his feet, keeping those digits curled against your g-spot, but not daring to do more.

You involuntarily arched off the wall and he smirked at that, but he didn’t allow anything else when he pulled those slender fingers out of you and brought that slick hand up to your throat, wrapping around it and slightly squeezing. His lips barely touched yours as he applied a little pressure, enough to make your head spin.

“I got something for that smart ass mouth.” He groaned, using one hand to push his shorts down to his thighs while the other one held that pressure on each side of your neck. “On your knees.” He demanded, and you did exactly as you were told.

You dropped to your knees, your eyes now giving his cock your full attention. You knew he’d probably be impressive but at full mass, standing tall and proud, he was massive. Or at least massive compared to anything you’d had before him.

You took his shaft with one hand and immediately felt his hand tangle up in your hair. You trailed your tongue from his shaft to the tip, swirling around it a few times just to see what he’d do, and that lead to him gripping a handful or your disheveled locks.

You cupped your lips around his tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum before you relaxed your throat and took in as much as you possibly could. He felt his tip hit the back of your throat and let a breathy groan pass through his lips, looking down as he watched his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

You held your eyes on him as you started bobbing, doing your best not to gag on his size but when he thrusted his hips forward, that was long forgotten.

“Fuck you’re pretty on your knees like that” he muttered, his brows furrowing as he kept snapping his hips.

You rotated both hands around the length that just wouldn’t fit in your throat as you continued sucking him in, letting him use your mouth and throat as he stilled you with his hand gripping your hair and thrusted faster instead.

He started panting, his heavy breaths lingering about in the air as you stared up at him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes and there was no use trying to hold them back when he thrusted forward and knocked the back of your throat.

“Are those tears?” His voice was filled with that typical condescending edge and you wished you hated it as much as you say you do. “What’s wrong, y/n? I never took you for a crier before. Wonder if there’s some other ways I can make tears stream down that pretty face.”

You kept your mouth open as he fucked into it, unable to push your head back due to his hand still gripping a fistful of hair. You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, new ones pushing the previous ones out every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

“God I love seeing you like this. Can’t even argue with me. Too busy getting my dick shoved down your throat.”

You watched as he pressed one hand to the wall, his upper body bending slightly over you as he started to slow the thrusts down, and a low reverberation of appreciation he would definitely deny, slipped past his lips when he felt your tongue flatten on the underside of his cock. Something he was probably going to miss when it’s all over with.

You felt his hand slowly unravel your hair and his fingers slide down your cheek until they cupped your chin. You pulled off of him with a soft pop and looked up at him. You were sure you had mascara staining your cheeks but, he liked it.

“Up” he demanded, and you rose to your feet. His eyes lingered to your swollen lips and his thumb came up to them, pressing against the pink, puffy flesh before he pulled your bottom lip down slightly.

“Still got that attitude?” He raspily whispered.

“I’ll always have this attitude.” You copped back, watching as an amused look lingered in his eye. He glanced down at your naked lower half and the wetness smearing your thighs. Then he leaned to the left and turned the shower knob, water casting down that you knew you were about to probably be under.

“You’re a mess. Should get you cleaned up.” His hands roamed from your hips up to the end of your gear, the tight top that he would deny, but he really liked when you wore. You let him slide it over your head and suddenly felt self conscious as you stood in front of him, fully naked so you grabbed the end of his hoodie and slid that over, and he stepped back to remove his shirt underneath, leaving him wearing nothing but that gold cross around his neck.

He nodded his head to the shower. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He smirked as he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you in. You spun around the second the water casted down on you, scorching your skin until that heat was forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you and switched places, blocking most of the scolding hot drops.

“Wow, you actually did something nice for me.” You tease, feeling his thumb stroke your lower back.

“About to do a lot of nice things for you.” And then his lips were latched to your neck, his fingers found themselves intertwined in your soaked hair and all you could do was let the feeling in. The tingles on your skin mixed with the strange feeling of fire erupting through your veins and he was the cause of it all.

You sighed deeply as he walked you back, pinned again to another wall by his body pressing against yours. He was aiming to leave reddened patches over your skin and it wasn’t long before he pulled back and saw the mark he made, which would be a pretty nice sized hickey you’d have to lie to your friends about.

You stared up at him a bit breathless, and he looked down at you with lustful, impatient eyes. He had so many thoughts swirling through his head but the first thing he planned to do was make sure there was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about him every single night before you go to sleep from now on.

He reversed your places, now with his back against the shower wall that he planned to use for leverage. His hands found your hips and he lowered himself slightly, angling his hips forward so that his cock was positioned perfectly at your needy core.

His eyes caught yours just as his tip brushed over your heated skin, his hand wrapping around his shaft to keep it there as he slowly slid it around, teasing like you already expected from him.

“Not sure you can handle this, but I’ll let you try.” He smirked, and all that did was make you want to prove yourself to him so, you grabbed him in your own hand and adjusted his tip to your entrance before you angled your hips foward and pushed him in.

Right from the start he was overwhelmingly stretching you out. You could feel him taking every space between your walls and claiming it all with his size. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from whimpering, and he held his hips still, as much as he wanted to push in deeper, to give you time to adjust to him.

Your hands found his shoulders and his found your hips as he helped you take all of him, easing you through it until he felt his tip hit your cervix, proudly at that.

“Take your time” he whispered, and with no smart ass comment behind that remark, which was surprising.

But you, ever the sarcastic girl, shook your head and looked into his eyes, making sure he hears you when you say, “Don’t need to”

And with that, you started rocking your hips back and forth, his length stretching you to your limits with every move you made but deliciously so. It was a pain that you knew you weren’t going to be able to get enough of. Already addicting, you were fucked from this point on.

But that’s okay, because so was Tyler. He was doing his best to hide it, but the way you were gripping him so tight, sucking him right back in every time he glided out was making his head spin. He wanted more already and he knew that was going to be the case when the two of you go back to your normal after you leave the shower.

“Fuck” you breathed out, wincing when he pushed in deeper.

“Taking me better than I thought you would” be groans out of pure anticipation. He’s trying so hard not to get carried away and it’s not working out too well, because feeling your nails dig into his skin and watching your teeth sink into your lip is quickly becoming his weakness.

Your eyes peered open through the steam surrounding the two of you and you caught sight of his expression. For once he didn’t have that cocky arrogance even though his words were full of it. He looked like he’d completely succumbed to you. His eyes were focused solely on your reactions, filled with undeniable admiration even though you knew he’d never admit to that.

He kept his back pressed against the wall but his hips pushed against it, starting to go a little faster simply because he couldn’t help himself, and one of his goals was to hear you moan his name while he’s the one making you feel good.

You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, hands tightly gripping your hips as he guided your every move. You looked down to where his cock was disappearing inside of you, the feeling so intense you could hardly keep your head up.

Moans and whimpers quickly morphed into cries and whines of pure pleasure as he snapped his hips back and to, driving so deep inside of you that you could barely take it.

“That’s it baby, let me do all the work while you take my dick like a good girl. Matter of fact-“ he pulls out quickly, surprising you until he spins you around. You pressed your hands to the shower wall to keep steady and as soon as he entered you again, his fingers intertwined yours.

You arched your back and he leaned away slightly to watch as he fucked into you. Your ass jiggled each time his hips rocked into you and the look of that alone was almost too much for him, coupling that with your walls having a vice grip around him, this man was nearly done for.

Your cheek pressed against the wall, mouth couldn’t figure out how to stay shut for the first time as a list of unnatural noises came flying past your lips. And Tyler loved every single sound you made.

He folded over you, his lips finding your neck where he decided he just wanted to leave another purple patch in their place. Your head lolled to the side, letting him do whatever he wanted as he kept thrusting into you.

The sounds of your skin slapping and a mix of moans, whimpers and heavy breaths overpowered that shower water casting down on the tile but neither of you cared at that point.

He pulled off of your neck with a pop and his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps skating down your whole body. His heavy breaths were puffed in your ear and you were quickly realizing you loved the sound of him like that, whether you liked that fact or not.

“Next time you touch yourself, this is what you need to think about” he breathily whispered, punctuating his words with harder thrusts. “And when your fingers aren’t leaving you satisfied, then you need to call me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you. He leaned back and grabbed your hip, keeping your steady as he picked up the pace. You quickly started feeling your stomach coil, a pleasurable sensation that was taking over too rapidly to process.

“Oh my God” you cried out.

“I told you baby. Tyler. I’m the one you need to be crying out for. Only name that needs to come from those pretty little lips is mine.” He slams into you once again, now holding both of your hips as he thrusts with a speed that had you seeing flashes of white.

He grabbed a handful of your wet hair and pulled your head back, his lips coming to your ear once more.

“I don’t know what you’re gonna tell your little friends when they ask you why you’re walking funny” he mutters against your cheek, “or why there’s hickeys on your neck” he adds as he pulls out halfway, just to slam right back into you. “But I’d love to be there when you give them your bullshit explanation, and if you say any other man aside from me did that to you, I’ll fuck you right there in front of them.”

He leaned back up and gripped your hips again. “Cause baby, I’m not letting anyone take credit for the way I’m ruining you.” His fingertips grip your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave red marks in their place. “And as much as you might wanna keep this our little secret, I’m just not sure you’ll be able to do that for very long. Not when I’m done with you.”

At that point you barely could comprehend him, but that was until he pulled out of you, just to spin you around. You came face to face with him again. He wanted to see what he was doing to you and needless to say, looking at how blitzed you were, he was pretty proud of himself.

He then wrapped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs felt like noodles but you still managed to wrap them around his hips. There was a familiar sting when he pushed himself back into you but you quickly realized that you loved it, and unfortunately you were probably going to want it again after this.

He held you up as he rocked into you. The shower water had started running cold against his back but he didn’t care. He was so hyper focused on you that he didn’t even feel the ice droplets against his skin. And that man hates cold showers.

“You’re so pretty while you’re getting fucked” he huffed out. “Wish you could see yourself right now. See how fucking hot you look with my dick stuffed inside your perfect little pussy. All those marks on your neck. Fucking gorgeous just like I knew you’d be.”

Your mouth fell open but nothing but those inhuman sounds could come out. Your hands gripped his biceps and you felt his muscles stiffen beneath your touch. Your eyes fluttered to get a good glimpse of him but it was all so blurry. You were on the edge of an impending high and apparently he knew exactly what to do to bring you over.

“Next time you open your mouth to say some smart ass shit, remember my dick getting shoved down your throat, cause that’s exactly what ima do, baby. From now on, you’re gonna be a little nicer, or you’re gonna get that pretty throat ruined.”

You moaned at that for some reason you really didn’t even know, and especially when you felt his teeth scrape over your jaw, his lips peppering delicate kisses down your neck was such a stark contrast to the way he was fucking into you so roughly that your brain had completely checked out.

“I know you’re loving every second of this. I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing me so tight, can’t hardly let me pull out of you without sucking me right back in.” He rasps against your slick skin, reveling in the moans that are ripping through your lips. “You want to come on my dick so bad you’re shaking, baby. You’re practically begging for it.”

Your eyes fluttered open and caught his. His hair was slick against his skin, eyes low and rather hazy. He had sweat beads slipping down his temple and looked like the absolute picture of perfection, as much as you hated to admit it.

His lips landed on yours, taking you by surprise in that moment but you easily kissed him back. His tongue surpassed and entered your mouth, finding your own tongue as he slowed his thrusts down from hard, sharp snaps of his hips to slow, smooth and languid pushes in and out of you and for a moment it felt so intimate that you almost fought against it but, it also felt right, and you decided not to overthink that and just let it happen. You’d ignore the feelings it brings later.

His hands cradled your face as his tongue danced with yours. You felt his cock push back into you easily, yet carefully, and he held it there for a few seconds before he pulled halfway out, just to do it all over again.

He pulled his lips back and both of your eyes opened. For a moment you were both so caught up in the emotion that suddenly aroused, you both wondering why things just took such a turn but Tyler was quick to snap his hips and pick up the pace again, because like you, he didn’t want to overthink.

Caught by surprise once again, your head fell back against the shower wall his name rolled off the tip of your tongue way too easily.

“Fuck” he groaned when he heard it. “So fucking hot when you moan my name like that, angel. Fucking love it.”

“Please don’t stop Tyler, please, I’m so close I-“

“Wasn’t planning to, baby” he snaps his hips again and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps you held up when he feels your body going limp, knowing your orgasm was about to rip through you and he was more than just ready for it.

Your eyes screwed shut as you held him tightly against you, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over until your entire body suddenly erupted with the warmth that you’d been aiming for, pure euphoria rolling through your veins as he rocked your through it.

“Fuck, oh my- Tyler! Fuck!” You were a babbling mess as you felt that high crash into you, along with his merciless hips. He thrusted three more times before he stilled those hips. Low grunts and groans of his morphed into the air with your higher moans and whimpers.

You were barely comprehensible at that point when you felt your feet get placed gently on the shower floor. He slid out of you but kept his face buried in the crook of your neck for a couple extra seconds, both attempting to catch your breaths.

After a minute or two, he picked his head up to look down at you. He now had tired eyes and a lazy smirk plastered on his face, but there was a lot of pride evident in those dark eyes and it immediately made your cheeks tinge red, though you tried to hide it by dropping your head.

That’s when you felt his finger curl under your chin and lift your gaze back to him. “Tell me again how you’d only let me fuck you if your life depended on it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but do the same as you looked into his unusually soft eyes.

“I mean, I was feeling nice today. Don’t get used to it.”You shoot him a look as you step out the shower.

“You were not feeling nice today. Maybe you’re feeling nice right now, but not earlier you weren’t. You might as well just admit it, YN.” He steps out the shower and placed himself in front of you, leaning down to grab your clothes off the floor before he hands them to you.

“Admit what, Tyler?” You grabbed your clothes and gave him a cross look.

“That you just wanted me to fuck you.” He shrugs with a boyish grin, and as much as you do try to act like it annoyed you, it wasn’t so much anymore. Not as much as you wished it did, anyway.

“Why don’t you admit it?” You countered as you slipped on your shorts.

“That I wanted to fuck you?” He asks as he slips on his shorts and pops the band against his waist. “Okay, I mean, obviously. I just did, didn’t I? See I can admit things, but you never can. That’s your problem. You like to try to hide things to much.”

“Appreciate the advice, Dr. Phil, but I really don’t have anything to admit.” You crossed your arms after you slipped on your shirt. He hated that there were clothes on you again but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Nothing?” He quirks his brow. “Nothing at all?”

You peered your eyes at him, noting how he was trying to act like he knew something he clearly didn’t. You shook your head and stepped back towards the door.

“Nope. But I need to go fix myself up before my friends see me looking like this and ask me what the fuck happened, thanks for that.” You bite out, but all he does is let his eyes linger down to those purple patches he left on your neck.

“Yeah, well, when you’re begging for more, you know where to find me.”

#hook aew #hook #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #aew dynamite #send hook

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sunshine-scented · 2 years

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Okay this might sound weird but forbidden love trope with sun Wukong, macaque and redson, to be more specific maybe the readers family doesn't trust the monkey bois becuz of their past and for the redson maybe a family fued if you don't mind! Thanks~

Mhnn it's not weird at all ♡. It's adorable on how you think puhuhu~

❀ Got a secret, can you keep it? ❀

: Forbidden love life

: Sun wukong, Macaque, Red son x gn! Reader

: Fluff and a bit suggestive on Macaque's part, though, I don't think you'll mind~♡

Sun wukong

Your parents despise the monkey King with a burning passion

Even though he's know to be a heroic idol to many, that doesn't mean that he's a relatively good person

By that they mean that even if he's heroic, that doesn't change the fact that he's a childish mischievous trickster, completely irresponsible and just a nuisance

They don't want to tell you any stories about him for they fear that you'll idolize and be just like him

So imagine his shock when you confronted that you literally had no idea of him on one of your nightly dates

Utter silence, which was concerning cause this is WUKONG!

And then he won't stop babling about how amazing he is, like dude, stfu

Night dates were to be expected for the both of you

While he's disappointed that he can't show off that yes, you are dating the legendary monkey King: great sage equal to heaven

He doesn't want to lose you either

Never

So he'll gladly do so if it means that he could see you smile and laugh at his dumb jokes

However, that's only if you're living on the same house as your parents

If you have your own house, then it's like a normal relationship (although, I don't know how normal a relationship is with a monkey humanoid but go off)

Once your parents come visit you, he's banned for being near because you don't want the two of you to get caught

Which sucks cause he's literally clingy as hell

So when they finally leave for a TWO DAY STAY he cries and whines about how being away from you was, and u quote, "worse than living on a furnace for 9000 years"

"Oh? So you're saying that you'd like to revisit that memory?"

"I- WHEN DID I EVER SAY THAT???"

Six eared Macaque

To your parents, he's seen as a self centered and egotistical bastard who only wants to make people do the things he wants

But they aren't as worried like with Monkey King cause he's presumed dead

Though ever since that there's now word about how he's seen on the streets and defeated a shadow demon of some sort

Your parents are literally on high alert right now

When he knew about that he isn't really welcomed on your family, it kind of hurt a bit but he brushed it off literally right after

I mean come on, who needs those extras when he could have the main course ♡

And plus he could easily skidaddle into the shadows once necessary, plus, it's cute on how to try to lie your way out of your parents when they ask who you were talking too

Very smug about it as well and literally won't stop bringing it on topic when he gets the chance

Also likes to use this whole forbidden love thing as entertainment

When you're on family gatherings, you could feel a head lay on your lap below the table, and met with cheeky eyes staring right at you with a finger on his lips

It was fine until you start to feel hands all over your legs and soft purring vibrating through them

As much as you wanna coo on how touchy he was being for not seeing you in only 10 minutes, you had to stay still or your family will catch on

This continued on and was durable

Until he started to nibble all over you

Even so as to pulling your non dominant hand below the table and nibble on that as well, with little licks from here and there

This man was just begging for attention, and it was getting harder to compose yourself

When that whole, torturous, ordeal was over. You scolded him for almost getting you two caught

But then he just shut you up with a kiss and forced you down the bed to cuddle (what did you think he was gonna do? Kikiki)

Red son

Everyone knows of what the Demon Bull King's family did to the streets and almost tried to concur the world so it's no surprise their so hyper aware on them as well

Red's also a tad disappointed that he can't show off to your parents but that didn't matter, as long as you're there then he's happy

In a way, you guys have this Romeo and Juliet type of relationship

You sneak out to visit and go on dates with him, late night conversations and maybe just laying below a tree in each other's arms while he complains about how annoying his friends are

Turns out they were the ones who forced him to confess first and it's really made you laugh while his face blew up in red

He really likes to hold you in his arms in very calm and just moments where your presence is enough to still the whole world

Your parents often wonder why you keep staying up late and getting more exhausted by the morning, but you just excused on saying you're doing projects

Didn't really satisfy them that much cause you were just constantly on your phone smiling and often ushered them outside of the room when it was night time

But before they could even ask, you once again brushed the dirt under the carpet and led them outside of your room again

Letting out a sigh in relief, you excitedly turn to your phone and checked your messages

"How would you feel if we went to get some ice cream tonight?"

"That would be wonderful ♡"

Meanwhile, he's now grinning and immediately starts to walk towards your house, bouquet in hand

I apologize if this wasn't to your liking, some issues were present so I wasn't really in the mood for love :((

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk x reader #monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #lego monkie king #lmk macaque x y/n #lmk sun wukong x y/n #lmk red son #lmk redson #lmk red son x reader #lmk redson x reader #lmk redson x y/n #lmk red son x y/n #monkie kid red son

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u-look-beautiful-today · 1 year

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So I don't know if this has been discovered and I'm late to the party but, I was on IMBD and I saw THIS

ENID’S PARENTS WILL BE IN AN EPISODE

Of course, y'all know my delusions went RABID. THE ANGST. I would hate for Enid to have a bad home life, but for storytelling purposes? IT WOULD MAKE SENSE

They have put an emphasis that Wednesday and Enid are total opposites, what if it goes the same for their homes too. We have the loving and accepting Addams. And then we have the cold hearted, hateful Sinclairs. Enid is afraid she'll be kicked out if she can't transform. Her parents must have instilled that fear into her. I'm also a sucker for the 'sunshine, happy girl has a shitty home life' trope. (I love angst, okay?) Imagine a scene with me, please:

The episode is obviously the Family Day ep. I feel like this ep is a bit further in the season (5, 6, or 7) by then HOPEFULLY Wenclair are friends. There was also a snippet of an article with Emma on Enid and she says:

It leads me to believe that Enid has basically let her parents talk to her however they want. A lot of demeaning remarks, maybe some emotional/verbal abuse, always putting a pressure on her, etc. I feel like they also verbally judge others, like they will tell you to your face you are ugly, dumb, a disgrace. From the start of the ep, we see Enid in pure panic mode and the kind that has her shut down and she's avoiding EVERYONE. Wednesday finds this silly because HELLO, they are in the middle of a murder investigation. Anyway, we also see that Wends isn't too keen on being with her own parents and instead we get the Addams' mostly wandering around the grounds and reminiscing memories. So she seeks out her friend cause (she will never admit it) she's worried about Enid. She's been stressed and Wends has heard enough about her parents to know she might not be doing too well. And I will accept if either of these two scenes play out.

1. Wends can see how horrible the Sinclair's are to Enid. And she's a bit irked at Enid because dammit! Wends literally taught her to not take anyone's shit. So, Wednesday stays back because she wants Enid to stand up for herself. Maybe Wends pulls her side and is like

"Your parents are vile people and I mean that in a demeaning way"

"They aren't THAT bad..."

"This is pathetic and I won't just stand around and hear them talk to you like that. Pull it together, Sinclair"

And what finally gets Enid to stand up is the Sinclair's making a remark about Wednesday

"Ugh, did you see that girl? What awful looking braids"

"She has an ugly face too, I mean the scowl? How dreadful"

Enid, in a burning rage: "DONT SPEAK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU CALL ME WORTHLESS NAMES BUT NEVER TALK ABOUT MY FRIEND AGAIN"

Them, shocked: "How dare you raise your voice to us? We are your FAMILY"

Enid, done with everything: "And Wednesday has been more accepting of me than you two have ever been. Sure she's gloomy, but she's smart and funny and actually really fucking kind, under it all! She's my friend-my BEST friend. And she's right, I don't need you two verbally assaulting me anymore"

Wednesday, proud af hiding in the crowd that formed

2. Wends sees the Sinclair's being horrible. And she also sees Enid just smiling (a fake one) and letting them say these things about her. By now, Wends knows Enid, despite herself, and she can see how her eyes are filled with tears and that she's close to a breakdown. So she marches over and stands literally in front of Enid. Obviously the Sinclair's are fake af and start smiling and trying to introduce themselves

"Oh! Hello, uh, dearie, who-"

Wends: "You two are the most disgusting humans who I have ever had the displeasure of meeting"

Them shocked: "How dare-"

Wends: "How does it feel to be at your prehistoric age and feel the need to bully your own child?"

Them clearing fumming: "WHY-"

Wends: "You want to know what I did to the last set of bullies? I made sure they could never reproduce again. Alas, it was only...attempted murder but with all your wrinkles and balding, I'm sure I could easily get the job done"

Enid, beyond shicked because NO ONE has ever stood up to her parents before

Them: "You do realize were werewolves?! Despite our disappointment unable to transform-"

Wends: "Never. Talk. About. Enid. Again. She's intelligent, witty, courageous, and the most loyal person I have ever met. She's far from a disappointment and she deserves better than you two"

Wednesday, grabs Enid’s arm and pulls them away

Enid, in awe, shocked, and a bit scared of what just happened

Wednesday, also shocked but wouldn't take it back

Anyway, that's all I have (cause now I wanna write a fic). I just wanted my thoughts out here before it airs and I will probably be proven to be horribly wrong!

#wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #enid sinclair

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eddiesfaerie · 2 years

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literally anything w eddie and angst that you write would be incredible !! especially like best friends who are in love with each other but are too dumb to realize the other feels the same way so angst ensues like please that’s my fav eddie trope

Why Him?

Summary: You've got a date with a jock, your best friend objects. (4.3k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, friends (idiots) to lovers, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, fluff, fingering, thigh riding, dirty talk, blood kink for 1 second, eddie's a lil mean/confusing, miscommunication, confessions

Eddie wasn’t talking to you.

He hadn’t talked to you all day, actually. Not since you called him last night before bed, telling him you wouldn’t be able to make it to tonight’s D&D campaign.

He asked why.

And you tried to dodge the question. But Eddie is nothing if not persistent and annoying and fucking nosey.

The thing was, you had a date.

And he seemed relatively fine with it over the phone. Not as cheesed as you thought he’d be about you missing the campaign (which thoroughly shocked you; it’s not like you’re their star player, far from that actually but Eddie just likes you being there and participating in his favorite game).

You sit on your bed, twirling the phone line anxiously, lip worried between your sharp teeth.

“Are you sure? You’re not mad I can’t come?”

“Nope. Not mad at all.”

“I’ll be there next week for sure. I won’t miss any more campaigns, promise.”

Eddie chuckled, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You breathe for a moment, trying to assess if he was being sincere or not. Eddie wore his expressions on his face, he could never conceal how he was feeling with those big eyes, that twitching lip that displayed every emotion he felt so deeply. Your best friend was an open book.

“Okay. I’ll uh, I’ll see you tomorrow Eds.”

“See you.”

He hung up first.

In retrospect, he had been quite blunt, quite curt and to the point. You should have known something was up. Eddie always tries to stay on the phone with you as long as possible. And he always makes sure you hang up first.

But now Eddie sat at the head of the cafeteria table, at his unspoken reserved seat, like always. His arms were crossed across his jean and leather clad chest, a scowl etched into his usually smooth, lighthearted features.

The lot of you were usually the loudest, most obnoxious in the cafeteria. Eddie was no stranger to causing a scene, jumping up on the table and screaming at whoever or whatever he set his sights on. Sometimes he’d pull you into his lap, put his hand on your thigh, your arm, playing with your fingers while discussing that night’s upcoming D&D campaign.

He’d walk you to your next class, arm thrown heavy and warm around your shoulders, hauling you into the side of his body before he ditched third and last period. Sometimes Eddie would kiss your cheek, your hand, your palm, anywhere he could that wasn’t too far over the line of just friends.

Because that’s all you were, just friends. Very close, touchy feely, best friends.

And you had a date.

All of this pouting and uncharacteristic silence was over the fact that you had a date with a stupid basketball player that you’re not even interested in.

It’s just… it’s been a minute since anyone’s shown any interest in you and yeah, maybe it could be fun, maybe you’d end up having a good time. Maybe. But you truly doubt it. Why would you of all people have fun with a jock?

That’s what Eddie kept asking himself. Why would you, of all people, his dearest, bestest friend who he thought he knew so well, go out with someone who’s the complete opposite of you. And him.

His raging, blood angry thoughts are what shut him up for the duration of lunch. Too consumed by what ifs and maybes.

Maybe she’ll hate him, maybe he’ll hate her- no, no. No one could hate her, not even if they wanted to. Okay maybe Mrs O’Donell but besides that bitch. What if he tries to kiss her, fuck her, stick his finger up her-

The bell for third period finally rings.

Eddie’s quick to snatch up his things, his black metal lunch box and D&D reading material before he’s rushing off to next period without a word to anyone else.

Eddie doesn’t drive you home, he’s got D&D anyways. You don’t bother going to his locker to hug him bye, he’s probably locked up in the prop room preparing for the campaign anyways. You walk home alone instead. And the way home from school is long without him.

The night passes reluctantly, you’re silent at dinner with your parents, your mind only focusing on tonight - the dread only grows stronger and stronger the later it gets. You head upstairs to your room after dinner, quiet as you get ready so as not to alert your parents to the fact that you’re sneaking out.

Why had you agreed to this? Why did you tell a stupid fucking jock who you don’t even care about that you’d go out with him? Give him the time of day? Make him think he’s worth it, that he deserves you or deserves to get laid which was definitely not happening-

Your window slides open and you scream.

Eddie climbs in through your bedroom window, running over to you and covering your mouth with his warm palm to shut you up.

He’s smiling so fucking wide, like he hadn’t just spent the last 24 hours ignoring you, scowling and groveling in silent anger.

“Ssshhhhh, don’t wanna freak out the neighborhood, sweetheart.”

You squirm in his hold, “Let go of me, Munson.”

He lets you go only slightly, removing his hand from your mouth but keeping his arms around you too affectionately for how he was acting today. Eddie’s eyebrows suddenly crease, looking down at his palm that's stained from your lips. He inspects your face, his hand coming up to pinch your cheeks, making you pucker your lips.

“Shit, are you wearing lipstick?” He asks in feigned disbelief, like he could have ever forgotten you had a date tonight, like it wasn’t the only thing he thought about all day until it literally drove him to you in the dark of night immediately after his campaign was finished.

Eddie drags this thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the color onto your skin Eddie admires the color that stains his thumb - it’s cute. A little unlike you but he can’t deny you look fucking good. You look adorable, fucking delectable in your little dress, in your cute makeup with your cute hair; Eddie feels his cheeks heat up. Even if it’s not for him, not ever for him.

“Fuck off.” You groan and try to shove him off of you.

Was he trying to embarrass you? Because it was working. So what if you wanted to get a little dressed up? Put on a little make up? Why does he care?

Eddie lets you push him away this time. He smiles at you as you walk across your room to your vanity, leaning forward and fixing up the makeup that he ruined.

Eddie tries not to stare at the short dress that rides up the back of your thighs, that dares to let that place between your legs peek out. He briefly wonders if you’re wearing anything underneath, if this date you had with this jock had any pretense to it. Lingerie? Commando? Cute and innocent cotton panties? Anything that would grant easy access during a movie- No. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Not sweet, innocent little you.

“Stop staring at me.” You grumble, trying to meet his eyes in the mirror. Eddie smiles at you.

“You don’t usually have a problem with me staring, babe.” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t call me babe.” You groan, voice quiet and laced with lasting embarrassment.

Eddie pouts and makes his way back over to you, letting his arms wrap around the front of your shoulders, hauling your back against his chest.

“Why are you being so mean to me, hmm?” He asks like he’s fucking oblivious, like he doesn’t know he’s giving you whiplash with all this back and forth. Ignoring you all day, then showing up like nothing was wrong, hugging you, kissing you, touching you.

You wriggle in his hold, trying to reapply your lipstick.

“Why are you acting like everything’s fine? Like… like you weren’t ignoring me all day?” You glare, meeting his gaze in the mirror again.

That shuts him up.

But only for a second, before he’s leaning in and kissing your cheek sloppily. You shove your arms behind you to get him off, pushing him away from you so you can turn around and look at him properly. His cheeks are flushed, eyes embarrassed and maybe a little hurt despite the ever prominent smile that never seems to leave his face.

“Eddie, I’m serious. Why are you acting like this?” You pout, swearing to yourself that you don’t notice the way your bottom lip begins to tremble out of frustration.

Eddie is your rock, your best friend. And having him act so weird around you, going a whole day without even talking to him is fucking crushing you. You can feel yourself beginning to crumble.

“Why are you going out with him?” He asks, voice quiet, matching yours. He tries to ask it casually, to appear detached, uncaring. His voice comes out insecure instead and he hates it.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second,” He throws back immediately, a smirk pulling at his lips even if he doesn’t mean for it to.

You groan, vicious and annoyed as it bubbles up from your chest and into your throat. Eddie feels your frustration, feels it bubbling up in himself as well and he tries to keep it at bay for your sake.

He needs to calm the fuck down. He’s not actually mad at you. He’s just so fucking confused. So fucking scared of losing you to some fucking idiot jock.

“Why are you going out with a meat head like him?” He asks again, more gently this time.

“I-I don’t know, Eddie. He asked so… so I said yes.” You respond dumbly.

Did you even mean that? Why had you said yes?

“So what, you’d just say yes to any guy that asks then?” Eddie asks, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head at you.

“No. I don’t know.” Your face grows hot, you look down at the ground, down at your stupid dress that feels suddenly too tight on your body.

“What if I asked?”

“What?”

“What if I asked you out? If you’d say yes to any guy then you’d say yes to me right?”

You just stare at him, unsure how to play this with him right now. Eddie was often unpredictable, yes, but with you he was usually brutally honest, brutally truthful with you. He couldn’t play games with you, wouldn’t bullshit you like he bullshits everyone else. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to.

But he couldn’t be serious about this, could he? About wanting to ask you out?

“Just… Just go, Eddie. I’m late anyways.”

You stalk past him, pushing up your window so he can climb back out but Eddie’s fast, grabbing you and shoving you up against your wall.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, okay listen.” He stammers, his ringed hands hot on your biceps as he holds you firmly, forcing you to look at him. The cool night breeze floats in and makes every tiny hair on your body stand on edge on your heated skin.

Eddie says your name so tenderly your lip quivers again, “Just tell me why you said yes to him.”

Your lip wobbles and Eddie suddenly feels bad for being such a dick, such a forceful asshole but he needs to know, needs to know why you’d pick a guy like that over a guy like him.

“Eddie-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what the answer is, I don’t care how harsh it is, I just- I just need to know why.”

You swear his voice cracks. He swears it doesn’t.

You say his name again and he looks at you with those big eyes - those big, brown, shiny eyes that are swallowed up black in your dimly lit room.

“I said yes to him because you never asked.”

Suddenly, Eddie Munson cannot speak. Can barely comprehend what you’re telling him.

A breath of a silent moment passes between the two of you, between your two pulsing bodies.

“W-What?”

“All you had to do was ask me. I’d be so fucking easy for you.” You nearly cry, voice filled with sadness and yearning.

“Wait, wait, wait. Y-You’re saying-”

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eddie.” You groan.

And you kiss him. You risk fucking everything up with that kiss.

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his breath catching in his throat before he’s breathing you back in and shoving his tongue down your throat to make up for everything he got wrong. Your hands go up in his hair, pulling him down into you from the root and he groans into your mouth, digging his hips into yours. You feel something growing there, something hot and hard.

“Eddie-”

He hums against your mouth, desperate for more, anxious to pull away from you but you push at his face, cupping his precious cheeks and holding his face away from yours so you can look at him properly.

“W-What?” He stutters, his lips a deep flush of dark pink, just like his cheeks - spit slicked and swollen from kissing you. Fuck he’s gorgeous. Why is your best friend so gorgeous? Why are you kissing your best friend?

“I don’t want to go on that date.” You admit to him, your voice quieter than a whisper.

Because you want him.

“Then don’t go.” He says very seriously. You smile.

“Make me stay?”

His eyes go wide, a smile pulling at his lips and you melt all over again. “Yeah?” He asks, like it’s a dare, like he’s gearing up for something only to launch himself into you.

“Please.”

Eddie’s on you again, his lips on your neck, his teeth sharp yet dull on your skin and you hiss too loudly as he tries to pry you open by your jugular. He’s quick to shush you, to silence you with his mouth again and you moan into him.

“Are your folks home? Do they know you were planning on going out tonight?”

You shake your head no vigorously, lips brushing his as he coos at you.

“No?” He asks, making sure.

“N-No, Eddie.”

“Ouuu, sneaking out. Someone’s being a bad girl.” He tuts, hands trailing up and down your body, groping anything, everything he can reach. Eddie’s wanted to touch you for so long, it nearly knocks him over to be getting everything all at once now.

“M’not.” You whimper as Eddie’s fingers play with the hemline of your dress, his fingertips daring to go underneath. You writhe against him, begging, daring him to touch you.

“No? You’re not a bad girl?” Eddie asks, completely amused at your pouting and whiny voice.

You shake your head no again, angling your hips up towards his hand. Eddie’s eyes widen at your suggestive movements. He lifts his thigh suddenly, slotting it between your two pretty ones. You drop down immediately, so fast it makes you look desperate. You are.

You drop your weight down onto him and you whine at the sudden friction against your aching core - you hadn’t realized how worked up he had gotten you.

Your dress rides up high on your thighs, barely giving him a glimpse at your panty covered cunt. He admires the way your skin spills over his, the soft, supple and sensitive flesh of your thighs - he wants to bite them. He wants to put his mouth all over your gorgeous skin and mark you up for everyone to see; everyone at school, your parents, the teachers. He wants everyone to know he got to touch you like this.

Eddie growls, taking your hips in both of his hands and dragging you up his thigh, guiding your hips, helping you grind down onto the rough black denim he wears.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans, watching you move your hips by yourself now, “I’d say you’re being pretty fucking bad right now, sweetheart. Getting all dolled up for some jock just to fuck yourself on the freak’s thigh.”

You whine, a little embarrassed, a little a lot turned on.

“S-Stop it, Eddie.”

Eddie tilts his head at you, eyes hypnotized at the way you move your hips over his leg, the way you’re losing yourself so easily to him and he’s barely done anything. You did tell him you’d be easy for him but fuck, this is nothing he could have imagined nor prepared for.

“You’re not a freak, don’t- don’t say that.” You pout. Eddie nearly laughs at your sudden sincerity in contrast to your unrelenting hips. He smiles, ducking down to sloppily kiss you.

“I must not be if you’re into me this much, right?” He laughs and you’d roll your eyes but you roll your hips instead, dangerously close to the edge of something building in your gut.

“Can you- can you touch me, Eds?”

Eds. He nearly fucking dies on the spot, then and there against the wall in your cute, dimly lit room that smells like you. You you you you you you you.

“Fuck yeah I can.” Eddie hikes your dress up further than where your undulating hips pushed it. He’s quick to shove his fingers down the front of your panties, coming into contact with the slick, gooey mess you’ve made of yourself and now his thigh. Eddie’s throat bobs, his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head at the feel of how absolutely drenched you’ve gotten yourself.

“Jesus Christ, you get yourself this wet over that jock or me?”

You drop your head down to his shoulder, your face hot and embarrassed but Eddie’s grabbing you by the cheeks again, pinching them together and puckering your lips - forcing you to look at him.

“Fucking look at me.” He demands, shaking your head a little from side to side to emphasize that he’s being serious.

“Who got you this wet?” He asks again, his rough, guitar calloused fingers finding your sweet and slippery clit. You gasp, your eyes threatening to close themselves but you keep them open for him.

“Y-You, Eddie.”

“Yeah? Was that before or after I climbed through your window tonight?”

You whine. Oh this fucker was trying to embarrass you.

“Eddie-”

“Answer me.” He growls, baring his teeth at you and you moan, unashamed at how fucking hot he’s being.

“Before! Before, I always- I always thought about you, like this.” You admit, your hips desperate, stuttering in their motions against his thigh. You’re getting dangerously close to cuming, afraid of the force you can feel building behind it.

Eddie’s cheeks light up red, brighter than a christmas tree and you can’t help but smile through your moans, can’t help but be absolutely delighted that he’s just as flustered as you over all of this.

Eddie’s fingers grow determined on your clit, making precise motions that have your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your head hitting the wall behind you as you try your best to be quiet.

“You think that meat head could do this? You think he knows where your precious little clit is?”

You shake your head no, a sob bubbling up deep in your throat and you’re afraid you’ll scream. Your hips are relentless on his thigh, the simulation of thrusts on your hole and his fingers on your clit are about to be the death of you.

“You think he could make you cum with just his fingers like this? Have you drooling for his cock?”

“No, Eddie!”

He goes harder. “Apologize.”

“Wha-?”

“Apologize. To me.” He repeats, voice rough and clipped through gritted teeth. Eddie bucks his thigh underneath you and you nearly fall off of him but he’s holding you so tightly you don’t think you could fall off even if you wanted to.

Eddie leans forward into you, his fingers sliding down from your clit, circling your sopping hole and sliding home. They curl inside of you, the cold metal of his rings kissing the feverish skin of your lips and you sob quietly.

Eddie’s right at your ear, cooing soft mouth sounds at you and petting your hair with one hand, fingering you with the other.

“I’m- Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- to upset you.”

Eddie looks at you like he expects more, so you muster up whatever brain cells are still floating around in your head to push further, to get him to let you cum. His fingers reach deeper inside of you, digging around like he’s trying to pull your heart straight out of your cunt.

“I didn’t want him, n-never wanted him, p-promise.”

“Ohh, you promise, do you sweetheart?” He asks with something mocking in his voice. You bite your lip and nod your head yes, yes I promise.

“S’okay, baby. I know you didn’t mean it.”

You hum, content that he believes you. Your head falls forward with relief onto his shoulder but Eddie’s hand is at your jaw, gripping you tight and making you look at him yet again.

Your eyes are rolling back into your head, you’re barely able to keep them open and Eddie thinks you’ve never looked this pretty, never looked this fucking hot besides now when you’ve gotten all dressed up for someone else only to get fucked by him in your bedroom with your parents asleep down the hall.

His fingers in your pussy are relentless. Curling and pushing and thrusting like he’s got all the time in the world. Maybe he does, either way you don’t care how much time he takes, he could drag this out as long as he pleases and you think all you would do is thank him for it.

All you care about is him not stopping and making you cum. Your hips look pathetic on his thigh, moving along with the thrusts of his fingers, chasing your high. You try to warn him that you’re close, but words escape you. Eddie can feel you clenching your tight little walls on his fingers, can feel you suffocating him and he has to block out the thought of his cock in there, if he would even fit.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asks, voice gone deep and gravelly and menacing.

“Yes,” You whine, voice completely pathetic, “yes I’m yours.”

Eddie growls, you moan, completely broken.

“Please, Eddie, I’m going to-”

“Do it, fucking cum on my fingers. Want it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

You bite your lip to stay quiet, so hard you taste blood in your mouth and Eddie’s leaning forward, capturing your mouth with his and licking into the open bowl of you, tasting the metallic crimson seeping from your swollen lip. You clench rhythmically on his fingers, your hips stutter and your body twitches. Eddie leaves his fingers inside of you, gently thrusting, giving you something to clench on and ride out your orgasm with. With his other arm, he’s curling it around you as he holds you into his warm chest, comforting your twitching body.

When you’ve come down, Eddie pulls his fingers from your drenched hole and brings them up to his lips, sucking you clean off of them and you have to bite your lip again from screaming at the sight. He moans at the taste, eyes closing blissfully.

You lurch forward into him and stick your tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste yourself mixed in his spit, amongst his teeth and gums.

“Fuuuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie groans into your mouth, cock raging inside of his jeans and he has to use every single ounce of willpower that remains inside of him from doing anything about it, especially not cuming in his pants like a fucking fourteen year old.

You smile against his plump lips, eventually pulling away and leaning your head against the wall behind you once more. You’re completely spent, drained, totally fucked out by your best friend’s fingers. And all you can do is just smile at him lazily, still perched all pretty on his thigh.

Eddie’s afraid to let you down, afraid you’ll stumble and fall but he’s not too worried about that, because he knows he’ll catch you. He’s more so worried about breaking whatever spell the two of you have seemed to have fallen into. Where you’re his and you want him more than some popular jock, where you want to be his for more than one night. Or maybe you had meant what you said, when you said you’d be easy for him, that you’d say yes if only he’d ask.

He doesn’t want to ask to stay the night, he doesn’t want to invite himself over even though that’s exactly what he did thirty minutes ago when he climbed in through your window, uninvited.

You watch him as he thinks, as his brows furrow and his tongue pokes out to touch the top of his lip. He’s pretty when he’s lost in thought.

You smooth your thumb over the space between his brows and Eddie looks up at you from where he had dazed off; the column of your throat.

“Where are you?” You ask so gently Eddie’s knees threaten to buckle.

“Nowhere,” Eddie shakes his head, “right here.”

You smile, hands climbing up the back of his neck, twirling themselves in his long hair. Eddie makes a grumbled sound like a purr as you scratch at his scalp.

“Can you stay tonight?”

“Y-Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He says dumbly.

“It is.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush a furious red.

“Is that what you want?” You ask, suddenly insecure that maybe you had said too much, that he doesn’t want you back, that he-

“Yes. Fuck yes it is.” He responds, almost too enthusiastically. You giggle a bit too loudly and Eddie’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. He can still feel you smiling against his palm. God, he’s obsessed with you.

Eddie leans in so that his own lips ghost the back of his hand, nothing but his own palm separating your mouths.

“But you’re going to have to be quiet for me if I do, sweetheart.”

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