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philistiniphagottini · 1 month

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16, 26, 65 and 78 from the smut prompts for aventurine plz? 👀

Hi Anon. Since you didn't specify, I chose female reader when doing this request. Thanks for dropping by, hope you enjoy.

Smut Prompts

Prompts 16 + 26 + 65 + 78

cw. smut, penetrative sex, lingerie, praise, mirror sex, pet names ((Aventurine loves to yap lol)), slow and sensual, implied chubby reader, fem! reader

"Look at you" Aventurine cooed softly against the shell of your ear. "My pretty baby is performing so well for me."

You stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the bruised skin as a spine-tingling shiver wracked your spine. You pressed your back against his sturdy chest, squirming in his lap as he blew cool air against your ear. A lazy smirk crawled over his lips as he caught the lobe between his teeth, radiant eyes shimmering with mirth as you continued to shiver from his touch. His fingers ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as warmth coiled low in the pit of your stomach. His slender digits hooked around one of the straps of your bra, toying with the flimsy material with a curl of his wrist.

"You look so beautiful, wrapped in lace" he whispered with a husky purr of your name. "I told you I had a good eye for these things."

His lips grazed the soft spot just under your ear, his hot breathing puffing against your perspiring skin and making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation. You squeaked as he let go of the strap of your bra, letting it snap back against your skin with a satisfying sound. A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as Aventurine’s hands continued to knead at your pliant body, pawing at you like a needy cat vying for your rapt attention. You finally let go of your kiss swollen lips as his hips pressed up into you, digging into the soft globes of your ass cheeks as his cock slipped a little deeper into your sopping entrance, your wet pussy snug and warm around him.

A hum bubbled up Aventurine’s throat as your lips parted around a sweet sigh of his name, long lashes brushing over your burning cheeks as your eyes threatened to slip close. Your hands clawed at the fraying edges of the carpet beneath you, head tipping back as you rested it against your lover’s sturdy shoulder.

"Aven…rine…"

Your head felt dizzy and you could barely think past the thick haze of lust fogging up your mind. Your blood simmered in your veins as the tips of your fingers turned numb, your legs quivering as Aventurine languidly rolled his hips against your rump, dragging his cock through your soused walls slow enough that you could feel every steadily pulsing vein lining his girth. A warm chuckle blew past his lips as his hands squeezed the soft pudge of your belly, fingers sinking into generous amounts of skin until it spilled over between his digits. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, his gaze lingering briefly at the apex of your thighs where his cock parted your creamy folds and disappeared between the silky lips.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" Aventurine asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Your nails threatened to tear holes in the carpet beneath you as you nodded, your throat bobbing as you swallowed around a harsh moan.

"Yes" you breathed. "Feels so, so good."

Golden locks of Aventurine’s hair tickled your skin as he fondly rubbed his cheek against yours, his fingers dancing along your torso as he continued to coo gentle praises against your ear. Your breathing stuttered as he rubbed his cock a little deeper inside you, the tip pressing against a white, hot nerve that caused the hot coil inside you to twist tighter, thrashing around inside your gut like a caged animal gnawing at the bars of its enclosure. Your back curved into a beautiful arch as you offered up your chest to his waiting hands, your perfect tits eagerly bouncing into the warm palms of his hands. He smiled devilishly as he squeezed your breasts, deft fingers tugging at the perky tips of your nipples that just peeked over the top of your bra. You whined his name loudly, the tips of your ears burning red hot at the sound of your pussy slobbering so filthily around his cock. Your hips wriggled, pussy eagerly swallowing around his cock as he pressed up against a soft spot.

"Good girl" Aventurine praised. "Keep moving your hips just like that."

Unshed tears clung to the corners of your lashes as your lungs pinched in your chest, hands still trying to find purchase on something; anything to stop your mind from spiralling out of control so rapidly. Your hands finally found something solid to grab onto as Aventurine’s hands slipped down your waist, the leather material of his gloves setting every single nerve on edge as your hands curled around his knees, fingers clawing at his pants as you tried to hold on. Aventurine’s gaze flicked to the full-length mirror situated in front of you, your reflection almost glowing as he observed you from a different angle. He kept his eyes trained on your figure reflected in the mirror as his fingers pranced along the insides of your plush thighs, scooping up the beads of arousal that dripped down your shaking legs.

"Pretty girl, look in the mirror for me" Aventurine purred against your skin.

You shook your head once his words registered, your eyes shyly averting from the mirror just a few feet away. A frown tugged at his lips.

"Baby, come on, no need to be shy~"

He gently nudged his nose against your cheek, encouraging you further. Still, you refused, a soft noise of protest rumbling in your chest when your head was tipped in the direction of the mirror.

"Come on, do it for me. Pretty please?" Aventurine asked, his voice flowing like honey from his tongue. "Just a little peek. I want you to see how pretty you are."

Aventurine was acutely aware of how you viewed yourself. He knew you were deathly scared of mirrors, adamant to avoid seeing your reflection at any cost. A negative habit he was gently trying to coax you out of. You looked so lovely dolled up for him in lingerie. He just wanted you to have a little glimpse at the image he had the blessing to gaze upon every single day. Maybe if you did, you might just realise why he was so sickeningly, endearing, maddingly in love with you.

You swallowed thickly as you hesitantly tilted your head towards the mirror. Aventurine encouraged you further, nose pressed into your hair as he inhaled your scent and let it curl deep in his lungs with each deep breath he took. Your eyes traced over your figure in the mirror, quickly darting over yourself. You tried not to let your gaze linger on the places you loathed to see the most, instead, trying to appreciate how well the expensive lingerie that Aventurine hand picked himself perfectly hugged your curves and complimented you so well it rendered you speechless.

Your hips shuddered when Aventurine’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, moving the fabric aside as your neglected clit was exposed to the cool air of the room. You hissed through clenched teeth as a shiver crawled down your back, heat still bubbling in your stomach and fanned into even hotter flames when Aventurine’s fingers traced the pretty pearl of your clit. Aventurine chuckled softly as his teeth nipped at your exposed neck, tongue following the prominent pulse of your neck as it jumped beneath the press of his mouth. Your eyes caught his in the reflection of the mirror, his glowing gaze almost hypnotic as you lost yourself in their alluring depths.

"See? Aren’t you the most beautiful thing in this known universe?"

The second your eyes strayed from his own and you caught a glimpse of your own flushed expression in the mirror, the trance was broken. A sudden wave of bashfulness shook you down to your core and without hesitation you buried your burning face in the crook of Aventurine’s neck. He couldn’t contain the fond chuckle that tickled his throat. He weaved his free hand in your hair, damp locks curling around his fingertips as he kissed the top of your head.

"Good girl. I’m proud of you. You did well."

He kissed the top of your head once more as you shivered in his lap.

"You alright baby girl?"

You nodded softly. "Hmm. Just…keep going. Want you to make me feel good."

It was just your way of asking for a distraction to empty your head of every single thought so you didn’t have to think anymore. Aventurine smiled.

"Oh, I can do that. I’ll make you feel so, so damn good."

A contented purr stirred in your chest as his fingers rubbed around the hood of your clit, playing with the sensitive nub with such attentiveness you’d think it was his favourite toy. Your hot breath became trapped in the crook of his neck as you moaned and sighed his name against his skin, fingers digging into his knees as the overwhelming bliss sparking in the pit of your stomach like fireworks threatened to consume you. Your plush walls squeezed him tighter, the slow push of his hips matching each sensual rub of his fingers over the hot little button at the top of your pussy. His eyes flicked back to the mirror as he panted, fixated on the way your tight pussy clenched every time he bottomed out as your arousal dribbled down the sides of his cock. The sight alone already had his body teetering on the razor thin edge of oblivion.

He cradled the back of your head as your teeth nipped along his throat, your lips as soft as the touch of rose petals as the swollen flesh just barely ghosted over the deep scars of his past marred into his flesh. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as his pulse quickened. His grip in your hair tightened, unable to contain his sudden urge as he wrenched your head up to smothered your lips with his. You both shared a delighted moan as Aventurine’s tongue pried your lips apart, tasting the shape of your mouth as he hungrily swallowed your whimpers and mewls of ecstasy. He sucked on your tongue as the head of his cock brushed against the soft, gummy patch deep inside, making stars swirl in your vision as the pressure inside of you suddenly snapped.

Aventurine whispered praises against your parted lips as you writhed in his lap, coil in your stomach shattering into a million, tiny pieces as your veins were flooded with liquid relief. It felt like your heart was lodged in your throat, ears ringing as your pulse drummed loudly in your ears. The cant of your hips came to a halt as your velvety walls squeezed Aventurine’s cock so tight it felt like you were trying to suffocate him. He buried his boiling cock deeper in your constricting walls, lapping at your sweet saliva as your pussy drowned his cock with thin strands of translucent fluids. The hot, wet feeling made his dick twitch, teeth clamping down on your lip as a groan rumbled in his chest as the coil inside of him unravelled.

Warmth blossomed across your abdomen amidst your own pleasure high, hips jolting as Aventurine’s cock kicked inside you and painted your walls with thick, sticky ropes of white. Your legs snapped shut on instinct, keeping his hand trapped between your thighs as your pussy squeezed and milked him dry until you were filled to the brim and overflowing. Everything felt like a hazy blur when the lingering dregs of pleasure started to fizzle out. You parted from Aventurine’s succulent lips with a loud pop, air heavy in your lungs as you gulped down ragged gasps. You struggled to keep your eyes uncrossed and focused on him, body warm and feeling completely boneless as you relaxed further against him. A warm hum rumbled in his chest as he lazily curled his arm around your waist, hand rubbing your round belly as he kissed your cheek. He couldn’t even be bothered yet to pry your supple thighs apart and retrieve his other hand, prefer to keep it stuffed there as you warmed his cock.

"Such a good girl for me, my pretty baby. Are you feeling full?"

You nodded with a contented hum. "Ask me again in a few minutes."

Aventurine chuckled warmly as he pressed his lips to your sweaty temple. "Anything for my Princess."

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luffysscraps · 4 months

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Thinking about dog! Hybrid Luffy🔞

Cw; Fem reader. Pet play. Non-con/Dub-con. Breeding kink. Established relationship.

-He leaves holes everywhere in your yard. Literally the moment you step out into your back yard you almost create a sinkhole due to his digging habits. And he’ll just stare at you with a smile and lick you all over.

-He’s very energetic, running up and down through the house, dashing around every chance he gets and begging you to play with him. “Y/N! Play with me! Throw ball! Throw the ball! Please! Play! Play! Play!” Luffy begs his black tail wagging as he runs in a circle around you.

-He can speak a little, but nothing complex. He says stuff like “let’s go outside!” “I’m hungry!” “Can I sleep on the bed?” “Pets please!” “Walk! Walk!” Despite his simple way of speaking he understands everything you say, but takes a while for it all to process. But he doesn’t get the concept of math at all, numbers don’t make sense to him so don’t even try to teach him it.

-“Luffy!” “ Hi Hi! Y/n!! Good morning! Wanna play? Wanna eat?! I’m hungry! Let’s play! No let’s eat! Can we do both?! Hi hi!” He appears the second you call him babbling on and once you call his attention. You mutter the syllable ‘L’ And all you hear is the jingling of his collar. He’s just so happy you called him! He thought he’d just be squeezing his chew toy all day without you. (Which he squeaks on all day regardless)

-Eats all the meat in the house. You literally can’t stock pile meat and have to buy meat literally two portions at a time. The butchers stare at you funny when you only buy three chicken legs at a time. Or one small tiny portion of beef to feed three. And you come here like every day? Little do they know you have a menace in your home who will eat every scrap of meat you have with no shame. You usually only eat one serving while Luffy eats two plus snacks and extra meals when he begs. And he’s in healthy shape due to his energetic nature.

-"LUFFY NO!" is one of your most used phrases whenever you bring him outside with you. He’s very protective of you and any other male hybrid in around you. He’s quick to jump into fights without any warning signs. He’s happy and docile one minute and then he just pounces on whatever male hybrids come close to you. A crocodile, a bear, a flamingo, he was even crazy enough to fight a dragon?!?

- As aggressive as he is, he’s also super friendly?! Like once hybrids clarify they’re not after you he’s trying to play with them after just giving them a black eye??? And somehow it always ends up working???

-He loves to explore and adventure. He’ll just get up, give you a kiss goodbye and run off for days at a time. He has so many friends with other people and hybrids that you’ve never met or heard before. Like you’re sure half of the people he’s mentioned don’t even live in this area. Where the hell did he go? Well he always returns home safe so there’s nothing to worry about. Plus he’s always so excited to see you when he gets back. “Y/N!! I missed you! I had so much fun! But I missed you a lot! “

-Call him a good boy and he’ll melt. His ears stand up and his tail starts wagging. “Really?! I’m your good boy!” He really likes that nickname.

-Oh and if you don’t like being active I’m sorry but Luffy is not the hybrid for you. He’ll literally drag you out with him, and force you to play with him. Trying to do homework? Mf eats it. Trying to play a video game or watch tv? He unplugs it. Trying to simply rest? No you’re not because he wants to play and he’s a selfish bastard. “Let’s play now Y/N!” He says with those puppy dog eyes as he unplugged the TV for the one hundredth time.

-Brings and makes you gifts all the time! They’re not the usual expensive gifts you expect from a partner. He gifts you, your sock he stole from you like a month ago, Old bones from meat he already ate and gnawed on, Dead rats he killed. And then he also likes to draw and write, he draws pictures of you and him with hearts everywhere. Your fridge is filled with them. And he writes you love letters, they’re simple and short but very sweet.

‘Y/N I love you. You pet me on my head. You play with me. You’re pretty and kind. My heart goes fast when I’m with you. -Love Luffy’

-Now when he’s in heat he turns into a horny demon. “Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!” He chants bouncing around ripping his clothes to shreds and tackling you to the ground, dry humping your body as you just got home from your nine hour shift.

-You’ll know he’s in heat because now he’s walking around the house butt ass naked, balls out with a sweet and devious smile on his face. Don’t try to make him wear his clothes because he’s not going to AT ALL. He’ll rip them to pieces right in front of you and simply say. “Too hot!”

-Steals ALL of your panties. Literally keeps a heap of them in his bed. And has no shame in it, licking them while you’re watching him. His bed sheets have to be washed daily when he ruts because he cums gallons and will jerk off all day long.

-He just stared at you with lidded eyes. “Please Y/N… sex…” He whines out licking your earlobe. He tries his best to hold back, he really does but his urges take over after holding out for so long. He needs to be inside of you and now.

- And when you bend over it’s practically over. That’s you basically inviting him to mount you and stick his hard on inside! One minute you’re bending down to pick up a book you dropped, the next you’re on the ground, face first with Luffy’s large meaty hard cock inside of your cunt.

-He never really asks but he can smell your hormones. You want it too. Plus your moans are enough to tell him you do! Or are those his moans? He can’t tell at this point, he’s so horny and he needs to release.

-You honestly don’t mind his heat, he’s surprisingly gentle and will stop if you ask him too. But the only thing you have to do is always be on the pill- Luffy has no idea what condoms are and when you tried to put one on him he ripped it off in seconds. “Feels weird. No way!” He says with a smile before pounding into your pussy raw. And because he’s in heat, his number one goal is to get you pregnant.

-So every time you guys fuck and the next day your stomach isn’t big and round with his kids he gets mad. Just staring at you and your stomach. “What’s wrong?! Get pregnant already!” He whines with frustration. Oh well if you didn’t get pregnant the last time, he’ll make sure you do now, every last bit of his cum is going in your pussy. He doesn’t let a drop escape it when he finally releases into you.

-Yeah your hybrid boyfriend is pretty hard to handle, but would you settle for anyone else? Not a chance. <3

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.

“Isn’t that that cheerleader?” Mike asked, his voice the picture of innocence as he pointed you out, eyes trained on Eddie’s face. Dustin narrowed his eyes as Eddie made a big show of trying to follow Mike’s finger.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.”

warnings: cheerleading injury, underaged drinking, mentions of smut

Five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t

One.

Eddie watched you at practice, sitting under the bleachers with his blunt in hand, timing his exhales for the tell-tale thuds of your landings. He watched the pairs of white Keds shuffle and squeak on the floors as practice ended, the different cheerleaders shuffling off to their changing rooms until only a few pairs of white cheer shoes remained.

“Munson, what the hell?” asked his favourite voice in the world, and he practically preened as you pressed your sweaty face between the seats and flooring to look at him. “Don’t think you weren’t glaringly obvious, idiot. This whole place reeks of skunk.”

The cheerleaders behind you tittered appreciatively, glad that their top flyer had made the bold move to chew Eddie Munson out.

Eddie shrugged, shuffling so he could rest his elbows on the floor of the bleachers, inches away from you. “It’s not noticeable. This place smells like a Bed, Bath and Beyond, sweetheart. What is that, eau de letterman?”

You huffed, pressing your hands to your hips. “As if you even know what perfume is, Munson.”

“I do too.”

“Then why don’t you ever use any?” you snapped. “You need it.”

His eyes flashed. “Wanna sniff?” he asked, and before you could say anything he’d pulled your head in toward him, fingers flicking over the shell of your ear. Unheard to the cheerleaders, you sighed. “I missed you,” Eddie mumbled.

“It’s this stupid championship game,” you mutter back. “I’ve got no damn time at all, Eds. It’s driving me crazy, I don’t even have time to study.”

He tutted. “We can’t have that, can we, precious?” Eddie winked. “Late night session at mine?” He watched as you shook your head imperceptibly. “Yikes. You really do have to study, don’tcha?”

“Let her go!” called one of the other cheerleaders, and you struggled out of his grip. “Freak.”

You turned back around to them, and Eddie’s fingers snuck to toy with your palm still resting on the bleachers. You tangled your fingers together, contented sigh catching in your throat when he pressed his mouth to the pulse point at your wrist. “Hurry on back to me, babygirl,” he whispered, and you curled your fingers to stroke his cheekbone.

“Get out of here before coach sees you,” you said loudly. “Don’t you have virgins to be sacrificing?”

“Are you volunteering?” Eddie crowed, pretending to claw at you. “You’d look great in white robes. Swing by Hellfire at eight, we’ve got an altar that needs fresh blood on it.”

You rolled your eyes, probably a little too fond to be convincing. “Whatever, freak. Girls? Let’s go.”

Eddie sat back on his palms as he watched you walk away through the bleachers. You dropped a pom pom just before you went through the door, and bent over to pick it up, before pausing mid bend. Eddie scrambled to his feet, watching with total disbelief as you flipped your skirt up, just for him. The curve of your ass. The line of your legs. The mottled bruise of his handprint still stark against your skin.

Eddie banged his fists against the bleachers. “Go Tigers!” he called, and you swung back around, dipping him a curtsy and flashing him eight fingers, promising you’d be by, studying be damned.

God, he was whipped.

He loved it, though.

Two.

Eddie grinned maniacally. He’d been waiting in this goddamn line for what felt like hours now, watching you peck jocks, nerds, and band kids on the lips at the school fair kissing booth. Sure, it’d been tortuous, seeing his girl pucker up for just about every guy in the school, but when he saw your bored expression he lightened up a bit.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you’d whispered to Eddie in the lunch line, his knuckles brushing against yours on the tray. “I can pull out, you know. Say I’ve got, like, mono, or something. They’d replace me with Tammy, or Tracy, or someone.”

“Have all cheerleaders got alliterative names?” Eddie had asked, before shrugging. “I know you’re mine, princess,” he added, helping himself to a bowl of pudding. “Besides. Who knows. Maybe I want a kiss, too.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, and it took everything in you to not slap at his chest fondly. “Are you not comfortable with it?”

You’d frowned. “I dunno,” you muttered, tongue between your teeth as you adjusted the cutlery. “It’s not my idea of a good time, kissing other guys.”

“Reassuring,” Eddie had teased, and huffed when you elbowed him. “Princess, really. It’s okay. Does this look like my ‘I’m freaking out’ face? No.” He grinned at you. “Might even be kinda hot. Seeing all these guys line up to lay one on ya when I’m the only one who takes you home.”

You’d flushed. “Promise?”

“Promise what?”

“That you’ll take me home.”

He glanced down at you, and grinned wolfishly. “Princess,” he murmured, picking up his tray. “I’m a man of my word.”

So when Eddie found himself nearing the front of your line, he waved. You paused from where you were reapplying chapstick, eyes lighting up to see him, before carefully schooling your expression to wave over the next eager hopeful. Eddie nearly laughed at how quickly you kissed him, lips barely touching, as you eagerly cleared the queue to get him closer.

“You know,” you whispered, watching him place two dollars into the overflowing mason jar in front of you, “if you waited a little while longer you wouldn’t have to pay.”

He snorted. “What, and miss my chance to school these losers? As if.”

Your brow furrowed, and Eddie resisted the urge to smooth it away. “School them in what?”

“How to properly kiss a girl like you.”

And with that, Eddie swooped down, kissing you soundly on the mouth. On instinct, your lips parted for him, hands going to his shoulders as his fingers curled around your chin. Eddie was rabid, desperately chasing away the taste of the other boys you’d kissed, chasing away your fear of getting caught, your nervousness about the new cheer routine, your arguments with your mother, all of it. He could take it. He was a big boy. You squeaked a little at how rough he was being, your arms winding around his neck as you lifted yourself up off of your chair to get closer, swallowing back a moan as Eddie’s tongue flashed to lick your teeth.

“You like that?” Eddie whispered, but you pressed your lips back to his. He was insufferable when he was gloating. Eventually, as the chatter around you died down to watch what the everloving fuck was happening – Eddie and the school’s best flyer liplocked in the middle of the goddamn football field – you pulled away.

“A girl like me, huh?” you whispered. “And what’s that?”

He winked, fishing a five dollar note from his wallet and dropping it into the jar as he started to move away. “Oh, you know. Perfection. No biggie.”

“If I give you seven bucks,” said a voice in front of you, and your attention snapped to the sophomore anxiously wringing his hands, “do I get a kiss like that too?”

“Can it, shortstack,” Eddie heard you snap, and barked a laugh as he lit up a cigarette and vanished into the crowd.

Three.

“I was just– I uh, I thought this room was empty,” you babbled, staring down at the three children looking up at you accusingly. “I was going to study here. I had no idea you guys were going to be in here. At all. Sorry. I’ll just–”

“It literally says Hellfire on the door,” Mike Wheeler said accusingly. “Can you not read?”

You flushed. “No, I definitely can, I absolutely can read, I mean I’m a senior, right? Can’t get far in highschool if you can’t read. That’s a top tip from me. Learn how to read. It’ll help you go far.” You smiled nervously, head nodding up and down like a bobbleheaded doll. From the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie stuffing his fist into his mouth to smother a laugh. “A-anyway, now that I know that this room is occupied, I’d better go. Don’t want to interrupt your ritual sacrifice.”

Over the kids’ heads Eddie mouthed at you, They showed up early. Sorry. You winced.

“You’re that cheerleader, aren’t you?” said one of the kids, and you realised it was Sinclair from the basketball team. “The one that goes on the top of the pyramid thing. Andy’s girlfriend.”

Eddie froze.

You blinked, rearing your head to stare at Lucas. “No! No. I’m not Andy’s girlfriend. He’s just a friend. He’s on the team. I’m not dating him. At all. He gives some of the cheerleaders rides home because he’s got, like, a station wagon. It’s kinda shitty, though, it’s like from the ‘70s and has this yucky wood panelling effect. But, like, we have the sexual tension of a floppy biscuit. Also I think he’s gay. Maybe.” You stared at Eddie in a panic, willing him to calm down. “I don’t know about that, actually, but like. Yeah. Not dating him.”

Eddie was very pointedly staring at you. You swallowed thickly.

“O…kay,” Mike Wheeler said, turning to look at Eddie, who quickly wiped the thunderous expression from his face. He smiled at Mike beatifically, and the younger boy turned back to you curiously.

“Are you going to leave?” asked Dustin, after a long moment. “Because we kind of have stuff to do.”

Your brain snapped back into place. “Right. Yes. Sorry. Continue with your, uh,” you gestured at the table, “campaign. Good luck.”

Eddie snorted. “Let me walk you to the door, princess. Lest ye stumble into any other satanic cults after school.” He got up from the throne and headed toward the door, you scurrying behind him meekly.

(“How’d she know it was called a campaign?” Dustin muttered to Mike, who just shrugged.)

Eddie walked through the door with you, and slammed you against it when it shut, echoing down the empty corridors with a resounding bang. “Andy, huh?” he muttered against your neck, pressing his mouth to the junction of your jaw. You whined, hands going into his hair.

“Eddie,” you hissed, shoving at his shoulders. “I swear, the kid’s got his wires crossed. I took a ride home from Andy after the game, Sinclair must’ve seen, that’s all.”

“Better be,” Eddie muttered darkly, too amused to be threatening, and kissed you hard enough that your head banged against the wood of the door. “Shit, sorry, princess,” he whispered, and cupped the back of your head, but you were too busy kissing him to care. His lean body was pressed up against yours, caging you in to the door with his arms, and you gasped into his mouth when he knee slid between your legs, rucking up the pleats of your cheer uniform.

The door handle rattled. You felt the wood thump in its hinges, unable to open from the weight of both of you. You froze, staring up at him. Eddie kissed the corner of your mouth, and swiped at it with his thumb.

“Meet me at mine,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours as you panted into his open mouth. “You can show me just how much you’re not dating Andy.”

You started to smile, slowly, and nodded.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know,” he called after you, and you whipped around to shoot a fake finger gun at him. He threw himself back into the door, clutching at his heart, moaning loudly. “Murder! Help!”

(“Did the door jam?” Lucas demanded when Eddie came back into the room. “I was trying to go pee.”

Eddie shrugged. “Dunno, dude. Weird shit happens in Hellfire.”

Dustin watched Eddie, saying nothing.)

Four.

Lucas was wasted. It was his first ever party, and, having scored the winning basket at the game, he’d been plied with alcohol. Cruisers, shotgunned beers, half a glass of red wine, and something that looked like black tar from a solo cup had been shoved into his hands over the course of the first two hours, and he was stumbling around the Carver’s garden trying to find a peaceful place to lie down for a quick little nap.

“Lucas?” a soft voice asked him, and his head whipped around, taking his whole body with him. “Whoa, whoa, steady there, cowboy,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders to hold him upright. “Ooh, dear. You look like you’ve been at the Gaffer’s Home Brew, huh?”

He nodded pathetically, loving the way the movement made the rhododendrons in the flowerbeds turn into blurs of blue and red. “I won,” he slurred, and you laughed prettily.

“I know, honey,” you said, “I was there.”

He squinted up at you, trying to place your features in the evening light. “You’re. You’re that cheerleader. That was at – hic! – that was at Hellfire.” He pointed a finger at you accusingly. “I couldn’t pee.”

You blinked slowly. “Um. Sure,” you said. ��That was me.” You peered down at him. “Lucas, honey, you don’t look so good.”

He puffed his chest. “Nah, cheerleader. ‘m totally fine.”

He vomited on your shoes.

You sighed.

After a solid fifteen minutes of coaxing and cooing, you managed to tumble Lucas into the front seat of your car, strapping the seatbelt across him. You fished around in the back seat for a moment, before finding a plastic shopping bag, emptying it out. Hairspray, trail bars, a pack of condoms, and a box of Honeycombs went across your floor, but you waved the bag at Lucas.

“You feel anything coming up,” you told him, “you aim in there. Capiche?”

He hummed in agreement, resting his head on his hands. “Thanks.”

“No problem, kid,” you said, and put the car into reverse. “I’m gonna take you to Eddie’s, okay? He’ll look after you tonight.”

Lucas groaned. “He’s gonna think I’m not cool,” he whined, pulling a face.

You had to laugh at that, placing one manicured finger on the stereo to turn the music up. The soothing voice of Paul McCartney filtered out, and you scratched Lucas’ head. “Don’t worry about that,” you murmured, starting the trip to Eddie’s trailer. “Winning a basketball game? Scoring free booze? Taking back a cheerleader?” she teased. “He’ll think that’s metal as all hell.”

Lucas perked up at that, and nodded at you dreamily. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Metal. I’m metal.” He flashed you the ‘rock on’ sign, and you smothered a laugh, letting him babble softly to himself until you pulled into Eddie’s driveway.

“I’ll admit,” Eddie said, opening the front door to his trailer to you and Lucas, your body bending under the kid’s weight, “when you told me you’d stop by after the party, this is absolutely not what I thought you meant.”

“Shut up and help me,” you muttered, and Eddie took him from you, hauling him under the armpits into the trailer. “Jesus Christ, that kid’s heavier than he looks.”

“Let’s not be sizeist,” Eddie tutted, and deposited Lucas on the couch. “The basketball team get to him?” he asked, watching as Lucas curled up on the scratchy fabric as though it were Cloud Nine itself.

“I found him in the garden,” you admitted, and Eddie laughed, spinning you around in his arms. “Party was dead, though,” you murmured, keeping an eye on Lucas as Eddie nosed at your neck, hands wrapped around your midsection. “Chrissy had to leave early, which meant I was all on my own.”

“Should’ve called me,” Eddie whispered, right under your ear, and you shuddered in his arms. “I’d have come get you.”

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Called you from Jason Carver’s home phone, and lead you into the lion’s den?” you demanded, and you felt him shrug against you. “Sure, Eds. I definitely would’ve loved to have watch you get shanked.”

Eddie laughed drily, and kissed corner of your mouth. “Come on, princess. Let’s put on a movie and make sure Sinclair doesn’t choke on his own vommy-voms.” Eddie moved to roll Lucas over onto his side, the safety position, and headed over to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

You found your eyes tracking him as he did so. His pyjama pants, stripey and cotton, slung low over his hips. His hair messy and uneven, proof that he absolutely was trying to cut it before you came over. He raised his eyebrows at you when he came back, balancing three waters in his hands. “See something you like?” he asked, quirking a hip, before swearing as one of the waters nearly dislodged.

“Just you, baby,” you said, rescuing his waters. “Just lookin’ at you.”

He kissed your forehead, and shoved water into the half-asleep Lucas’ hands. “Drink this. Don’t die.”

You fumbled onto the sofa with him, piled in his lap to give Lucas enough space to sleep. Eddie had placed a wastepaper basket under Lucas’ head, and a blanket around his shoulders, before wrapping you up in his arms to watch whatever nonsense was on TV at two in the morning.

When Lucas woke up, they were still like that. He thought he might still be drunk, staring at how Eddie was lightly running his hand up and down your back, and you had your head pressed into his neck, breathing slowly. He could hear both of you talking, sentences punctuated with light kisses to your forehead, or your hand stretching out to toy with Eddie’s rings. You said something, and Eddie laughed, waving his hand in the air, before lowering it to tilt your head back and kiss you.

Sleep pulled his eyelids down, and Lucas Sinclair went back to bed.

(“How’d that cheerleader know where you live?” Lucas asked Eddie, once he’d woken up properly and was feasting on Eddie’s Honeycombs. Mike and Dustin had shown up to the trailer early in the morning, having been told by Steve that Lucas was camping out there after, apparently, getting totally wasted and taking home a cheerleader.

“Huh?” Eddie asked dumbly, and raised his eyebrows. “Oh. I dunno. I get all sorts around here,” he said, waving his hand ineffectually. The movement sparked something in Lucas. Something he should’ve remembered.

“Wait,” Dustin said, slamming his hands down on the kitchen counter. Lucas groaned, covering his ears. “So the cheerleader was real? You actually took home a cheerleader?”

“The cheerleader took him here,” Eddie said. “She must’ve known it was too late for Sinclair to go home to mommy and daddy reeking of vomit, and like the Good Cheermaritan, took him to me.” Eddie grinned, and took another sip of his coffee. “You’re a lucky one, Sinclair.”

Lucas wasn’t really listening. “It was that cheerleader, though,” he said slowly, staring down at his cereal. “The one that came to Hellfire that one time.”

Mike paused. “The one that wouldn’t stop talking? About station wagons?”

Eddie choked on his coffee, trying to smother a laugh. You’d hate the fact they’d remembered you by that of all things, and made a mental note to tell you tonight when you came back over. “Huh,” Eddie said finally. “Small world.”

The boys looked at each other. Dustin sighed.)

Five.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Eddie pulled your panties back over you, kissing the material once. You kicked at his shoulder from where you were perched on the green room counter, the back of your head still pressed against the sweaty mirror. “You’re going to kill me one day, Munson.”

He grinned, crowding between your legs to nuzzle at the sweat at your neck. “Hope not,” he mumbled, running his teeth along your jaw. “Be a damn shame. Modelling agencies everywhere would weep.”

You smacked at his chest, still out of breath, before reaching down to his belt. “Your turn,” you whispered, but he brushed your hand away. “Eds?”

He flushed. “I, uh, kinda got carried away,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip. “There’s not much time until we go on.”

You wrinkled your nose before grinning at him, flashing him your perfect cheerleader smile. “I like a challenge, Munson,” you teased, walking your fingers down his chest, before he caught them between his and brought them to his mouth for a kiss.

“Begone, wench,” he laughed. “I swear, I’m not happy either,” he told you, and smoothed out the top of your hair, careful not to catch his rings. “Call it an I-O-U and I’ll collect once we’re done, okay?”

You nodded, grinning at him. “I’ll charge interest, Munson.”

He groaned despite himself, and shifted his weight. “You’re gonna kill me,” he complained. “I gotta go up onstage when this little minx,” he flicked one of your nipples, making you gasp, “is waiting for me in the audience. Why am I being test? Lord, I am not your strongest soldier.” He made prayer hands toward the ceiling, and you kissed the tips of his fingers.

“Just think of me the whole time,” you said, and he wrapped his pinkie with yours in a promise. “A half hour set should be long enough for you to come up with a few ideas.”

He snorted, and helped you off the counter. “Sweetheart, it’s less coming up with them and more working out which one I want to do more.” He patted you on the ass gestured to the door. “Go on. Vamoose!”

You shuffled outside, legs still sore, and found your usual seat. Deano, the bartender, handed you your drink with a sigh. “One day, girlie,” he told you, “you’ll wake up and realise that his band is terrible.”

You bit back a smile. “Not gonna happen, Deano. Any band my boy’s in will be the best band in the world.”

He wrinkled his upper lip. “Kids.”

“What’re you doing here?”

You spun around to see Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley looking at you in confusion. Your mouth opened. Your mouth closed.

“What are you doing here?” you shot back, and Steve shrugged, helping Nancy onto the seat next to you.

“Dustin mentioned that this is where Eddie’s band plays,” Robin said. “We thought we’d pop by, in the area, etc. Are they any good?”

Your mouth dries up. “I, uh. I wouldn’t know. I’m just here for the drinks.”

You could feel Deano’s stare at the back of your head. You ignored it.

Steve crowed suddenly, reaching out to you. “Are these hickeys?” he demanded, eyes wide with shock. “Well, I never!”

“Steve!” Nancy hissed, slapping his hand away from you. “Don’t embarrass her.”

“Yeah, Steve,” Robin added. “Douche.”

You spun back around in your chair, training your eyes on the stage. Corroded Coffin were just coming out, Eddie catching your eye and winking before noticing Steve, Nancy and Robin. He blanched.

“Whoo!” Steve called, waving his hands in the air. “Let’s go, Munson!”

“Uh,” Eddie said, leaning into the mic. “Thanks, Harrington.”

“No problemo, buddy!”

Eddie swallowed, and you shook your head at him before flashing an inconspicuous thumbs up. He brightened at that, and went to plug in his amp, thumbing the strings of his Warlock. He slid quickly into the set, and you leaned over to Robin, who was recoiling from the sudden onslaught of sound.

“Yikes,” Robin said. “I should’ve assumed Eddie played this kinda stuff, but, like. Yikes.”

You chewed your lip. “I didn’t know you guys were friends,” you said softly, glancing up at where Eddie was parading about onstage. “You guys don’t hang out at school.”

Robin shrugged. “We don’t. But Dustin goes to his D&D thing, and Steve’s tight with Dustin, and I’m tight with Steve, and Nancy– well.” Robin paused there. “So we thought we’d support the guy! He’s been really sweet with Dustin recently. Kid’s being a bit weird.”

You frowned. “Dustin. The curly haired freshman?”

“Ding ding!” Robin grinned at you. “Got it in one.”

“How are you guys having a conversation over this noise?” Steve demanded, leaning in toward you. “It’s like construction.”

You bit back a pout. Eddie had written this one for you. “You get used to it.”

Nancy glanced at you. “Have you?”

You look at her, confused. “Have I what?”

“Have you gotten used to it?”

You swallowed. “I mean. Over the course of this conversation. Yes.” You smiled shakily, and she hummed in response, turning back to her drink. “Will I see you guys at the game?”

“The championship one?” Steve asked. “Oh, hell yeah. Lucas is playing, now that he’s officially part of the team and not just a bench warmer. Won’t miss that.”

You blinked. “Are all of your friends children, Harrington?”

Robin huffed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him.”

When the set was over, instead of sneaking your way back into Eddie’s greenroom for a second round, you sat with Robin, Steve, and Nancy. Eddie jogged up to you, and paused a few metres away, transitioning to a walk and stopping right by Steve.

“Hey. Didn’t know you guys were coming.”

“We won’t again,” Steve said seriously. “Dude, are you trying to lose your hearing? That shit’s so loud.”

You bit back a laugh on Eddie’s behalf, your spine ramrod straight and positioned away from him. From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand start to reach for you, before stopping, and falling back down.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, not really meaning it. “You guys just aren’t cool enough to understand the real meaning of the music, I guess. It’s not really your scene.” He sniffed snootily.

“Is it yours?” Nancy asked, looking over at you. Eddie froze.

“Huh?” you asked, stopping mid-swallow of your drink.

“Why are you here?” she pushed. God. You hated journalists. “Is this your scene?”

Your brain flew into a panicked flurry. “Uh.” You could tell the truth. Say, no, it’s not, and deal with the questions. Or, you could – “Yeah! It is, actually.”

Eddie choked down a surprised laugh.

“Really?” Robin asked, leaning forward onto her elbows to look at you. “You don’t look like you listen to metal.”

I don’t, your brain screamed, but you shot her a smile that you hoped bordered on confident. “Oh, I’m not all that I seem, Buckley,” you teased, and flipped your head over your shoulder. “I’m a true blue metal head. Dyed in the wool. Forever and ever, amen.” You shot her the ‘rock on’ fingers.

“Favourite band?” Eddie asked, and you stared up at him. His eyes were dancing with amusement.

“Uh,” you said again. “I love. Uh.” Shit shit shit. “Bowie?”

Robin frowned. “Would we call him metal?”

“And, uh.” You rack your brains. Eddie’s stereo. His cassette tapes. Shit fuck shit. “WASP! They’re great. Really good band. Love what they do with guitars. They really know how to play a guitar. Sure can play ‘em. Really gets your blood pumping.”

God, if Eddie wanted a blowjob after this, he’d better expect teeth.

“Oh, no way!” Eddie cried, clapping his hands together happily. “They’re my favourite, too.”

“I’ll kill you,” you hissed at him later, hiding in the back of his van as Robin, Steve and Nancy headed away, waving at Eddie in the driver’s seat as they went. “You’re dead, Munson. I’m going full cheerleader on you. I’ll highkick you into the moon.”

Eddie turned around, and pressed a kiss to your nose. “You’re cute, princess,” he said, pulling you in for a proper kiss. “And, for the record, Bowie is my favourite metal band, too.”

(“Eddie’s band is shit,” Steve reported to Dustin the next day at Family Video. “There was a crowd of like, five drunk people. And us. And that cheerleader. It was so loud I could feel my ears bleed. It sucked, dude.”

“Wait,” Dustin said, looking up from where he was trying to pickpocket Aliens. “Cheerleader?”)

“We ditched the last one,” Dustin explained, practically frogmarching Eddie to the front row of the bleachers. “We can’t ditch again. Lucas might score the winning goal!”

“Basket,” corrected Steve. “It’s a basket.”

“Whatever,” Dustin shot back, and jumped excitedly on the bleachers. “I felt so bad, dude. Like, no offence, beating Vecna was everything, but it was Lucas’ big moment and we missed it! Least we can do is show.”

Eddie huffed, crossing his arms as he sat back down. “Whatever, Henderson,” he said, staring out at the hall. On one side of the room, the coach was lecturing the basketballers about something, and Lucas glanced up for a second to notice them all. His face split into a wide grin, and Eddie bit back a smile. Okay. That might make it worth it.

His breath caught as he saw you stretching on the sidelines, body twisted into a Russian split. Scratch that. Now it was definitely worth it. He saw your eyebrows furrow as you rehearsed your routine in that position, moving your hands up and down, and he remembered how you were doing that in his garden yesterday evening, desperate to lock everything down.

God, he was so soft for you.

Despite sneaking around for, oh, maybe six months now, Eddie had yet to ever see you at practice. Sure, he’d seen your shoes slide around while he was hiding under the bleachers, or he’d willingly hold one leg up for you as you pulled yourself into a bow and arrow stretch, but the whole routine? No.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.”

He missed the unimpressed looks that Steve, Dustin, and Mike shot each other over the back of his head. Eddie watched as you leaned over in your split to tie your shoelace before springing up, shaking your hands out and rolling your head on your neck. You said something to the rest of the team, and picked up your pom poms.

The whistle blew.

Eddie froze as you tore into action, racing out to the front of the gym. He saw you nearly trip as you went by him, freezing at the mop of his curly hair.

Go Tigers! he mouthed, and you bit back a smile.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Eddie said flatly, watching as you catapulted yourself into a tumble across the stage, springing up from a one-handed cartwheel and a roundoff. “They can do that?”

(“He’s definitely not dating her,” Dustin muttered to Mike.)

“Oh, what the fuck?!” Eddie said again, watching as two cheerleaders grabbed you by the waist and tossed you across the hall, only to be caught again by another two girls. You broke into a pose, the same bow and arrow one he’d helped you out with in his bedroom, and he sucked air in noisily through his teeth.

“Oh, what the–”

“What the fuck, dude, we get it,” Steve finished for him drily, as Eddie stared at you being literally thrown onto a pile of cheerleaders, grinning happily at the auditorium from your position in the literal heavens as you shouted, go Tigers!

Time seemed to slow down for Eddie, watching as you tossed your head back and posed. This was his girl. This was his girl. He smiled at you, wider than he ever thought smiles could go, shook his head proudly.

You tumbled from the pyramid, eyes wild.

Time stopped.

That was his girl.

One of the hands around your ankle had loosened infinitesimally, and you lurched, pitching sideways off of the pyramid. Jodie Nelson’s knee had given way under the weight, and a small part of you whispered, she should’ve warmed up more, before you landed heavily against the floor of the gym. Your hand crunched as you tried to soften your landing, wrist giving way, and you screamed on the impact.

“Ah, shit, fuck, shit.”

You were trying to push yourself up hazily, wrist limp, when a pair of warm hands came and grabbed your face.

“Princess? Fuck, princess, Jesus Christ, are you okay?” Eddie demanded, swiping the tears from your eyes as you stared at him blearily. “Princess, come on, work with me here.”

“Eddie?” you said stupidly, and he grinned at you, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Wrist,” you said lamely, before the coach managed to break through the throng of cheerleaders toward you. “Oh. Sorry, coach,” you said. “Wrist.”

“We got that, princess,” Eddie muttered, and you sniffled, burying your head in his shoulder as he scooped you up. “Right. Coach. I’m. Uh.” He froze. He remembered where he was. He saw the crowd, and the cheerleaders, and Dustin staring at him.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, and his resolve steeled.

“I’m her boyfriend. So, if you could point me to the nearest, uh, hospital. That’d be really cool.”

(“Five bucks,” Dustin hissed, holding a hand out.

“Dude,” Steve said, watching as Eddie the Freak carried his cheerleader girlfriend out of the sports hall, “a little compassion?”

Dustin shrugged, and pocketed Steve’s cash.)

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fic #lord lmao wtf

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prettypinkpuddles · 8 months

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Playing Games

so i’m gonna skip to the good stuff bc that’s how this scenario in my head started, basically a game of t or d leads to you and lyney biting off more than either of you can chew

as your throat constricted around Lyney’s cock, you could feel him spurt out an orgasm. he twitched as he shuddered at the relief of pleasure. you squealed a noise as you pulled him out of your mouth with a pop and a kiss on his tip.

that set him off

he immediately got down on your level, grabbing your face and bringing you close, almost close enough to kiss you. but he didn’t. and you didn’t dare try.

“your turn.. truth or dare?” you practically whispered.

lyney didn’t hesitate, “truth.”

“do you… did you ever think about fucking me?” you wanted to bite your lip after asking but didn’t want to back down in the fight for dominance.

lyney huffed as he smiled, pushing his hair back and looming over you in one swift motion. he looked down at you with a haughty glint in his eyes.

“of course i have, Y/N.” he quickly continued before you could further inquire, “truth or dare?”

you stopped and stared up at him for a second… he was being serious.

you pushed yourself up to him and grabbed his lips with yours, starting a deep kiss with him, slowly pulling his top off him and him down with you on the floor.

“dare,” you breathed. “and make it a good one.”

lyney chuckled, “i dare you to let me do what i want for 10 minutes..”

“you already did that dare. be original, darlin’” you giggled.

“then i dare you to let me fuck you… and not make any noise.” he smirked, waiting for you to react surprisedly.

you looked down at his dick, it was practically drooling for you; you couldn’t possibly deny him when he was like this.

you pulled him toward you, your breath hitched as your parts touched. you raised your hips to smear his pre-cum over your slit.

Lyney pushed himself into you quickly, both of you crying out and grabbing onto each other. it wasn’t painful, just a bit shocking, you weren’t expecting him to just push himself into you, but you couldn’t let him know that.

he pushed himself up and looked at you, trying not to make any noise as he adjusted himself.

“go ahead and move, cat-boy.” you teased, “or does it-!”

Lyney’s hips snapped against your cunt, thrusting in and out with almost prefect precision, squelching sounds reverberating in your head, you grabbed your mouth to try and not let out any noise. he smiled at your silly attempt and pulled your hands away and pinned them above your head.

“nope, that’s cheating.” he chuckled and leaned in really close to your ear, “cmon, love. just moan for me. moan all pretty for me. y’know you want to~”

Lyney began to suckle on your ear, licking it to try and coax a tiny squeak from you. he palmed your chest, tweaked at your nipples and started to kiss down your jawline. he gave you one particularly hard thrust and did it again.. and again.

“fuck, that feels good..” he looked at you struggling to stay quiet, “does it feel good, love?”

he slowed his hips down tantalizingly slow and gave a few deep thrusts, causing him to moan out without a care for how he sounded.

your eyes met the back of your head and you felt your high build up, “oh fuck it..”

you pulled him to you, right into another kiss, not giving a damn about the dare, moaning and whining into the kiss, pulling at his hair and biting his lip with care.

Lyney’s hips stammered as he immediately picked up the pace, hearing you cry for him to completely ruin you.

“please fuck me senseless, use me like a dirty toy, like a doll,” you begged, your nails digging into the flesh of his back.

Lyney began to moan out, almost crying to finish; his hand laced with yours, finding a quick but steady pace for him to cum to.

as the two of you shuddered and cried with overwhelming pleasure, you felt your nails dig into him rather roughly, surely enough to break skin but he didn’t seem to react to that.

you looked down as he pulled out, a milky string connecting you two for a moment; he watched as his own essence bubbled up and flooded out of you in globs.

that made him chuckle and almost immediately get hard…

“wanna keep playing?”

#genshin impact #reader insert #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyney #lyney x y/n #lyney #lyney x you #lyney x reader #lyney smut

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chlorinecake · 5 months

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convenient chances lll

PAIRING: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader

CW: violence, paranoia/anxiety, foul language, kidnapping, kissing, mentions of hunger and torture, reader just gets treated like a toy basically

WC: 5k — read part l and part ll here

YOUR BODY WAS still going through the effects of last nights torture fest in Jay’s classroom.

You knew your ex-boyfriend was crazy, but you had no idea he'd go to such lengths to get you in line, all for the sake of chasing this love he couldn't resist.

His deadliest fantasy.

Jay woke up some time ahead of you to prepare breakfast for you both. You’re not sure if this was his way of making things up to you after last night’s events, mostly because what you went through didn’t seem to bother his conscious in the slightest.

You’d bet your well-being was only partially a concern to him, especially on the matter of “corrective discipline.”

Taking a moment to recollect your emotions, you got up out of bed, just now realizing the silk and lavender nightgown you wore to bed for the night.

Oh, Jay, the man you aspire to be.

From the looks of it, Jay hadn’t made any changes to his bedroom since the last time you saw it before running away from him.

There was something about the familiarity of the space that soothed your nerves. And so, you held onto that sliver of tranquility, walking into his bathroom before closing the door behind you.

There was a fresh toothbrush sitting in a glass cup on the bathroom counter. Beside it was a feminine all purpose skin wash and expensive moisturizer, both in the scent of “Captured,” which had notes of white grape and peach.

What a pleasant pair for such a confining name, you thought to yourself.

While brushing your teeth, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, thinking of what you were gonna do with your hair for the day.

Hmm…. Nevermind.

You decided to just wash your face instead, as your current case of bed-head wouldn’t gain much improvement using Jay’s close-tooth comb and near empty container of pomade.

Pump, pump.

The shimmery peach soap filled the center of your palm before you lathered it all over your face.

Splash.

The faucet water was cold, and you expected it to be somewhat refreshing, but the wetness only made your face feel as though it stung all over. With that, the memory of your muggy eyeliner clouding your vision resurfaced in the back of your mind.

You remembered similar stings, like the ones you get in your wrists and feet and Jay’s goons held you down.

The sting of Heeseung’s weight straddling your hips as he poured bucket after bucket of water onto your face, taunting you as if you deserved every last drop.

Squeak.

You turned off the faucet, reaching for the face towel that hung on the nearby wall rack. Twisting the bathroom door handle, you busied yourself with making up the bed and fluffing the pillows as a way to draw your mind to simpler thoughts.

Thoughts of fabric, and cotton, and loose threads.

“Good morning, my love,” Jay smiled softly, startling you as you approached you from behind, planting the lightest kiss on your exposed shoulder. He then inched up to your neck, leaving feathery pecks of affection on your skin before speaking again, “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” you answered plainly, wincing a bit from his persistent actions.

In his own sick way, you knew Jay was only trying to make you feel loved, but your neck was still tender from Heeseung’s idea of using it as a chew toy last night.

That fucking dog—

“Is everything alright?” Jay asked in a concerned tone, turning you to face him as you responded by covering the marks on your neck.

He walked up to the thick velvet curtains that clothed the windows of his bedroom, sliding them open to reveal the sunshine you didn’t even know was visible from here.

“Come here,” he said, moving your hand away to reveal the dark purple bruise, splattered upon your skin like paint. He muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch, but from the look on his face, he didn’t seem very happy anymore.

“Which one of them did this to you?” He asked, sitting you on the bed you’d just made.

“Like you actually care—”

“Don’t play smart with me, ____. Answer my question.”

“I don’t see why you can’t just ask your little minions for the details. They seemed more than glad to watch it happen, anyways.”

“____,” he went on with a weak voice, “it’d be a lot simpler if you just answered for me like I asked. This sort of thing is not okay.”

Yeah, your entire life for the past few months has not been okay. All thanks to him and his stupid friends.

“I just really don’t wanna talk about that right now, Jay,” you raised your voice slightly, hoping that your anger would scare off the feeling of nausea that brewed in your stomach.

Jay looked down into his lap before meeting your eyes again and taking your right hand in his, pressing a kiss to your skin.

“Very well, then,” he smiled, getting up from the bed and motioning for you to meet him at the door, “I expect to see you downstairs in the next thirty seconds,” he said, not even bothering to close the door.

There goes his cold side again, you thought to yourself, following after him. It almost humored you that he gave you a time limit as if testing your obedience to him, even though he knew you’d come running.

All the way downstairs and into his kitchen, where a small round glass table sat in the middle of the dining space.

You took a seat before noticing the already prepared napkins, utensils, and champagne glasses that were filled with orange juice, meticulously arranged.

Jay washed his hands in the sink before walking over to the counter, fixing a plate of French toast, fruit, and an omelet of some sort before bringing it over to you, gently placing the dish on the table.

Walking off, he grabbed himself a cup of black coffee and joined the seat in front of you, a look displayed upon his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“What’s all this?” You asked, staring at the food as if it started talking to you before taking hold of the fork, poking at the plate.

“Is that a trick question?” Jay chuckled, sipping from his mug.

“Why aren’t you eating anything,” you went on, but he only ignored your question, taking another sip of his coffee.

“It delighted me to see you making the bed this morning. I’m surprised you still remembered the way I like it.”

Blech, you thought to yourself, making a mental note that you definitely wouldn’t be making the bed anymore from now on. And the way he got so giddy about it-

Clink.

You placed your fork on the table and crossed your arms, “I’m not eating all this, Jay.”

His grip on the mug tightened at your words, “Are you suddenly allergic to kind gestures or something?” Jay tried, stifling an annoyed scoff.

“No, but I’m allergic to trusting you,” you said, bringing to mind an old memory of when he tried to drug you when you first started dating. All you remember was that you got into a silly argument, ate something that he made, and couldn’t walk or see clearly for half a day.

"I just thought you might've wanted the fuel for today, love. But as it turns out, you're still the same ungrateful little bitch you've always been..."

“And you want me to think those kinds of words come from the mouth of loving man?…”

“I made you breakfast which you rudely rejected and I haven’t punched the shit out of you yet. Yeah, sounds like a VERY loving man to me.”

“Fine. I appreciate the breakfast, Jay, but I’m simply not in the mood to eat right now,” you said, pushing your chair from the table, “Better?”

“No,” he retorted, getting up too, “I’m still pissed that I wasted my time in the kitchen for you this morning.”

“Aww, so now the love of your life is a waste of time?” You pouted facetiously, reaching for a glass of water on the counter before retreating your hand, walking towards the sink instead.

He might’ve poisoned that, too.

“You’re twisting my words, ____,” Jay said in a softened tone for reasons you didn’t understand, taking the same cup of water you walked past before bringing it to his lips, drinking every last drop, “you’re just too stubborn at times...”

He took a few steps closer to you, meeting your frame at the counter while taking in the view of you in your silk nightgown, the water still glistening on his scarred lips.

My beautiful burden, Jay thought to himself.

“What makes you so confident that I didn’t poison the tap, too?” He said with a sultry voice, suddenly taking your lower jaw in his grip.

“Maybe I’m in the mood to die all of a sudden,” you said stupidly, fighting for the last word, though, your tough façade crumbled a bit under his intense gaze.

“Then don’t let me stop you,” he said, taking the glass of tap water you’d just poured and bringing it to your lips, “Drink it… love. I dare you.”

Water had never seemed more daunting than it did now, not even when you were being dry drowned did the sight of liquid frighten you so much.

“This is stupid,” you said through pouty lips as his grip on your face remained firm.

“Oh, so you see that now, right?” He smirked, inching closer to your face, “You always think smarter when my hands are on you,” he said, retreated his grip from your face before tossing the glass on the ground, the sound of its shatter causing you to flinch before him.

God, this was embarrassing.

“Now clean that up,” he hissed, leaving you in the now messy kitchen, “I’ll be waiting for you upstairs to help you get dressed.”

Get dressed? You thought to yourself, for what?

IT SURPRISED YOU when Jay finally revealed what this “big day” he had in mind would entail for you.

Dressed in a fancy pair of heels and skirt-suit, you were at least visually prepared to take on Jay’s idea of a great opportunity.

“I expect you to perform as though you’re on a full stomach,” Jay began as he drove around the neighborhood, “Energetic. Content. Professional.”

“Riiight,” you returned sarcastically, just now putting your seatbelt on, “so why do you want me to work anyways? Don't you bring in enough money on your own?”

“By now, you should know it’s not about that,” Jay said, finally making his way out of the gated community. “This way, I won’t drive myself mad thinking about what you’re up to all day. We’ll wake up, go to work, have lunch, and go back home together for most of the week,” He finished, a small smile creeping up at the corner of his lips.

To him, you getting a job was the first step of his perfect plan to keep you in check.

A few hours had passed, and of course you aced the interview, considering how the company was fully aware of your associations with the CEO's son.

The old you might’ve been proud to date such a popular and successful man, but now, you could hardly argue the same.

Afterwards, Jay told you to wander around and explore the building until his shift ended.

Once Jay finally came back, he greeted you again with another congratulations, taking pride in all the compliments you received on the outfit he picked out.

His little doll, you thought to yourself, all dressed up to act out whatever scenes of make-believe Jay chose to play for the day.

“See, I knew you’d fit in here,” Jay said as he maneuvered the steering wheel, driving off into the distance that continued to grow darker with each minute.

It was getting late, and quickly.

“Well, it helped that I got to finish the interview before my hunger pains started kicking in,” you replied, not even bothering to look at him as you spoke.

“You had an opportunity to eat at home, so I really can't take the fault here, love. Perhaps in some way you deserve to feel the pain,” Jay added, turning down a slightly fogged street lined with old trees at each side.

“Where are we headed?” You asked, ignoring his attempt at making your discomfort out to be a learning lesson.

“Goldman’s,” he said plainly, still maintaining the relaxed tone in his voice, “Think of it as a treat for your good behavior today. You can get whatever you want, since you’ve waited so patiently.”

It took everything in you not to scoff at his choice of words, so you distracted yourself by thinking of how you’d actually been dying to get back to the convenience store.

You didn’t care too much for the idea of Jay potentially turning one of your safe spaces into another bad memory, but you were far too hungry to let that worry you at the moment.

THE ELECTRIC SLIDING doors sounded as you walked beside Jay, arm in arm, taking in the view of the inviting space.

“This place sure looks a lot different from what I’ve seen,” Jay remarked, slowing down his strides to analyze his surroundings.

“That’s because you’ve only seen it from the outside… or perhaps from your smartphone screen while recoding me,” you said, eliciting a chuckle from him that caught you off guard.

It's not that you were surprised by his sociopathic sense of humor, but more so the smile that grew on his face.

The smile you hadn’t seen since the first month of your relationship.

From the looks of it, he was falling even harder for you now that he had you under his complete control.

How sweet.

“Welcome in, ____!" an elderly voice chimed a few feet away from you, "Long time no see..."

“Mandy? Oh my goodness, it’s so good to see you,” you smiled, asking Jay for permission with your eyes before walking over to her, “how’ve you been?”

“Fine as always, sweetheart. But now I see why you haven’t been visiting over the past few days,” she winked, leaning over the register on her elbows, “Now tell me, whats with the new wardrobe?”

“Oh- I had an interview today,” you admitted nervously, feeling your stomach grumble a little, “and before you ask, it went surprisingly well, actually”

“That’s great to hear, missy. And what about your new man-friend? Has he been keepin’ ya busy?” She teased, leaning in closer.

A part of you honestly wished she hadn’t noticed him. Clearing your throat, you could feel Jay’s eyes on you as you felt compelled to answer honestly.

“Uhm… yeah. He’s uh… His name is Jay.”

Mandy quirked up an eyebrow at the name before trying to recover her expression with her previously welcoming smile, “Jay, huh? Sounds like a very sweet boy, to me,” she feigned, suddenly fidgeting with the ring around her finger.

Did she remember? You asked to yourself. All those nights that you came in late for snacks, ranting about the psycho ex-boyfriend you ran away from?

Yes. Of course she did.

Jay finally decided to walk over, meeting you at your side as Mandy continued to speak, avoiding eye contact with him, “Welp, you two youngins know what to do! Let me know if you need anything... I’ll be out back.”

“Thank you,” Jay offered kindly, but the lady only nodded, staying in place despite having said she was going to the store-back.

“Hey, I’m gonna go use the restroom real quick. Pick out something good while I’m gone, too. I’ve been dying to try your favorites,” Jay said, pressing a tender kiss upon the top of your head before walking off to do his business.

“That’s exactly who I think it is, isn’t it?” Mandy began with a whisper, folding her arms in front of herself.

“Yes…” you confessed, a feeling of goosebumps rising to your skin at the realization.

You were slowly relieving the nightmare you escaped all over again.

“Then why are you with him? That guy’s a monster… Do you… Do you need any help? I can… I can call the police!” She continued frantically, already walking towards the storage unit in search for the wall phone.

“Mandy, don’t!” You whisper-yelled, her long white braid swaying with her urgent movements. “You can't get the police involved... It’s for the best... Jay is crazier than I thought, and I can’t risk dragging you into my mess.”

She let your words settle in the air before continuing, “You can’t expect me to let you go on like this, ____. Just act normal, okay? I know what to do.”

“But Mandy-”

“I’ve been in similar shoes before, sweetie. Your shoes may be a little bigger, but thanks to the food I’ve been eating, so am I,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Or maybe that was just the natural sense of warmth she always exuded.

“Now go on, get to shopping before he comes back and suspects something's up!”

“Okay,” you nodded softly, grabbing a hand basket before walking down the aisles in search of God knows what.

You weren't sure what to expect with Mandy calling the police, but you also weren't sure how much longer you could take of Jay and his antics.

Whoosh.

The heated convenience store air welcomed in the chilling weather from beyond its walls as another hungry costumer entered the space, your back still turned to them as you examined the dessert aisle.

Naturally, you felt the urge to glance at the unknown face, but part of you knew that you might not like who you'd see standing there.

"Hello," a murmuring male voice greeted Mandy, who replied with a likewise salutation.

Ok, now you had to take a peek.

Looking through a gap in the shelves, you saw a tall, hooded person standing before her at the register.

"One moment, please," you heard the older lady say in response to the costumer asking where they can find something.

Mandy made her way to the back of the store in search of whatever the costumer asked for, but still had her initial goal in mind of calling the police.

She typed in the three digits on her wall phone, anxiously waiting for the service line to pick up.

Boop, boop.

She twirled the phone cord around her finger.

Boop, boop, boop-

“You've reached 9-1-1. What’s your emergency?”

Mandy let out a yelp that was soon muffled by the mysterious costumer who had followed her to the store-back.

“Oh, never mind that, officer. I took my Grandma to work today and she's just a little disoriented from the meds. Please excuse her behavior.”

“Not a problem sir, just make sure she stays away from the phone from now on. Is there anything else we can help you with tonight?” The operator inquired, oblivious to the way Mandy struggled in the man's vicious grip.

“No ma’am, thank you for your assistance and have a great day.”

“Yup, we're always here to help. Just keep a good eye on your grandmother, too, alright? Stay safe.”

Boop, boop.

Mandy let out a wheezy breath as Sunghoon finally uncovered her mouth, dramatically wiping his hands off on his clothes, "I never understood why you wrinkly hags even bother with putting lipstick on. You're still just as hideous," he said with disgust, watching as the frightened woman fell to her knees, closing her eyes with a now bowed head.

A string of silent prayers poured from her lips, ones that she hadn't felt the need to rehearse in a very long time. The poor lady was overwhelmed with terror, and her only developed response was to pray for protection, which for obvious reasons, humored Sunghoon.

“I hope you got enough “Amen’s” in while you were down there,” he snickered, lifting her up from the ground in his harsh grip.

“How dare you?” Mandy cried with a weakened voice, struggling yet again against his strength, “You will pay for every wrong you've ever committed if you don't unhand me!”

“Would you just shut up already,” Sunghoon complained, opening the back door with his foot for Jungwon and Niki to come in, who quickly went to tie Mandy's hands and feet together with rope, sealing her mouth with a piece of duct tape.

“You’re lucky we haven’t strangled you with this phone cord yet,” Niki threatened, annoyed with the woman's persistence in fighting them off while dodging her feeble attacks.

"Thing's would be so much easier if you just stopped moving for ONE fucking second," Jungwon grunted as he tightened the rope around her feet.

“Alright, this’ll have to do,” Sunghoon said, Niki helping him prop Mandy up against the wall before making their way back to the storage room door, “let’s go.”

Meanwhile, you had successfully managed to get some grocery shopping in before you felt someone harshly grab you by the hair.

“Ahhhhh," you winced in pain, dropping your basket of items on the ground, "J- Jay, what the hell? You said you wouldn’t hurt me anymore,” you cried out, already feeling tears form in your eyes from the sharp sting.

“I've never been called Jay before in my life. But I'll let you guess again, only because I think you're cute," the voice of your offender whispered eerily.

What, you asked to yourself, turning your head to see none other than Heeseung staring back at you with his hungry gaze, his hold on your hair not letting up for one second.

“Didn’t expect to see me, huh? Have you missed my presence?”

“Get your fucking hands off of me, pervert!" You screamed, using your nails to scratch at his arms, though hardly to leave any marks, "Jay! Mandy! Somebody help me! Nngh- Jay!” Your weak pleas seemed to amuse Heeseung as he continued to swing you around like his personal play thing, chuckled at your words.

“What would it take for me to get you to scream my name like that?" he started, pulling your face up to meet his again, "All desperate and trembling for me.”

“Fuck~ let GO!” You cried, tears slightly blurring your vision as you could feel him now guiding you out of the store by the hair.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening.

“Watch your mouth, princess,” Sunghoon suddenly said, opening a bag of chips from the shelf that he didn’t intend on paying for.

The sound of rushed footsteps distracted the two boys for a moment as Jay ran over, having rushed out of the restroom given all the calamity.

“What’s going on over here? Is everything okay," Jay asked in a concerned voice, but you knew he wasn't talking to you.

Heeseung forced your head up to look at Jay, “Just your little toy here forgetting what game we’re playing... What sole purpose she was made for.”

Jay hummed in response, biting his lip as a disappointed look wavered over his features.

“That’s such bullshit! Jay, you were just in here! They’re lying-”

“Take her to the truck.” Jay cut you off, still looking you dead in your watery eyes.

"W-what?" You tried, but he simply ignored you, watching as Sunghoon walked out the store first, with Jungwon and Niki already having left sometime earlier.

You tried not to trip as Heeseung dragged you to the vehicle, finally releasing his grip on your hair before shoving you in the car.

Looking ahead, you saw Sunoo in the driver's seat, Jay soon climbing into the seat beside him followed by Jake appearing out of nowhere.

"This is ridiculous, you know that?" You started, gritting your teeth slightly from how much your head hurt, "I've been playing by your rules all fucking day, and now you just decide to punish me with a random sneak attack from your blood-thirsty goons?"

"You know what you were up to in that store, ____, so cut the innocent act," Jake started defensively, "We saw everything from outside."

"You saw what?" Jay inquired, fastening his seatbelt as Sunoo took off in the truck, exiting the parking space.

"She must've told that old chick something off about us. I caught her trying to call the cops in the back," Sunghoon clarified.

"I didn't tell her anything about you sickos... she just recognized Jay and wanted to help, given how crazy you clearly are," you fought back, wrestling with the door knob but to no avail.

"God, can I just punch her again?" Niki groaned in annoyance, "I swear, she never stops running her damn mouth."

“Remember what Jay said, we're not allowed to leave any bruises on his precious toy,” Heeseung sighed, cracking his knuckles and glancing at you from his seat, “…Unfortunately.”

“What’d you guys do to Mandy?”

The car nearly rocked you out of your seat before Jungwon reached over a hand to hold you in place, “We cooked her in a skillet with onions and bell pepper.”

Their lack of humanity was unbelievable.

“What’d you sick freaks do to her!?” You screamed with a cracked voice, pushing Jungwon's hands off of you in a fit of rage.

Sunoo was getting so annoyed with your whining that he slammed his foot and the gas, causing the view outside the window to become blurry given the increased speed.

"Hey, try not to get us all killed before we even get there, speed demon," Jungwon sighed, wrapping his hand around the roof's coat hook.

Sunoo slightly slowing down a bit as he trailed down a rocky path you're sure you've seen recently.

Maybe even just yesterday.

Before you knew it, the truck was coming to a complete stop under the shady forest-life surroundings, doors unlocking in sync at every which end.

Just like before, Jake and Heeseung carried you out of the vehicle before detaining your arms, clutching you by both the armpits.

Your shoulders were starting to tingle from how tightly they held onto you, your feet dragging dumbly behind as they walked towards a ledge where the rest of the boys stood nearby.

By now, you're not sure if it was the fear making you feel dizzy, or your lack of energy from being starved all day, but what you knew for sure was that fighting against the seven boys always made you feel better than just taking their plows.

“I know you’re not gonna throw me over, so you can put me down already," you taunted them, frustration still ever present in your voice as you spoke, "You punks don’t have the balls to.”

"Oh, yeah," the eldest boy started amusedly, "Maybe I'll have to prove you wrong sometime-"

“For the love of God, would you stop being horny for one second?” Jay cringed in disgust, to which Heeseung only chuckled in response.

“Look. Sunghoon and I have a better idea,” Jungwon offered, motioning for Niki to walk towards you as Jake and Heeseung still held you firmly in their arms.

“Mhm, and what’s that?” You challenged, not feeling threatened in the slightest by Niki’s presence in this moment.

You’d give it to him that he was scarier than the others, but his age was enough for you to underestimate him.

Bad move, honestly…

“You say we won’t throw you over, right?" Niki huffed, staring you down with his piercing eyes as he stood behind you, "Then I say let’s prove that theory wrong,” Niki grunted, kicking you in the back as gravity snatched you clean from Jake and Heeseung's grip.

You tumbled down the hill, rocks and sticks coming into contact with your fragile skin before you rolled into a steep ditch, falling flat on your back. A bit of dirt got caught in your throat, making you cough more than desired given how sore your stomach was feeling now.

“What the fuck, Niki?” Sunghoon scolded the younger boy, aggressively pushing his shoulder.

“I had to do something! Otherwise we would’ve just spent our time taunting her for hours. And besides, she was gonna rat us out anyway.”

Sunghoon shook his head at Niki's words, “But Jungwon and I didn’t agree upon kicking her over the ledge, Niki... Jay, aren’t you gonna do something about this? She could die down there!” Sunghoon pressed, a worried expression wavering over Jake’s face now, too.

“And I’ll worry about that in the morning,” Jay said plainly, biting his lip as if in thought before continuing, “Go home. All of you.”

“But," Sunoo started, finally starting to feel an emotion other than anger, "what about you?”

“I’ll get back my own way. Just do as I say,” he answered coldly, leaving the camp sight and heading up the hill, likely to walk home for the night.

"All… alright then," Heeseung frowned almost, motioning with his hand for the rest of the boys to follow him as they walked back to the truck, obeying Jay's words.

You heard most of the conversation but your coughing caused you to miss a few parts. Though, one phrase echoed in the back of your mind a few times as your eyes began to fail you in the darkness of the hole.

She was gonna rat us out anyways...

That's when you felt something fuzzy crawl over your hand.

Wait- no?

It was actually kind of cold and sticky- OH MY GOSH, something else just crawled over your foot!

A- and... what the heck, your face.

A family of rats ran rampant around you, your scream of terror causing the sickening creatures to retreat to whatever hole they crawled from as you got up from the ground, now feeling more disgusted than ever.

The tears were finally starting to fall again.

The squeaks that croaked from their tiny bodies was enough to make you feel nauseous, and the smell of rot that emitted all around you didn't seem to help, either.

You fell back to your knees, too weak, too hungry, and too hurt to keep pushing yourself. And for what? That clan of reckless freaks who had no other goal in life but to help Jay fulfill his delusional needs?

A cluster of thoughts floated within the foggy space of your mind.

What if you submitted to Jay from now on?

Would that really make him happy?

Would that really change the rocky course in which your life already in pieces was crumbling upon?

No, you fought with your depleting strength, I can't give up on myself… not just yet.

You tried climbing out of the ditch, shoving your feet into the soft dirt that made up the walls, but you were already in too deep.

It didn’t bring you any more comfort knowing that you’d be stuck down here for the rest of the night, and maybe even longer if Jay saw fit. No matter how loud you screamed nor how pitifully you cried, no one was coming to save you.

Ｔｏｂｅｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ…

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Co-Stars pt.13

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Callum have their puppy interview, but they fell in love with one...

Warning: use of Y/n/ babies/

Word count: 750 words

They sat down, she was so excited. ‘’I’m so excited!’’ She squealed as she rested her head on Callum’s shoulder. Callum only laughed before Great Pyrenees puppies run into the room. Y/n’s eyes filled with stars, just like anime, she was in awe. ‘’Oh my god! Hi precious!!!’’ she squeals. Callum looks at her, smiling, but a puppy ran on him. ‘’Oh, hello you!’’ he giggles. Puppies run into each other and fight a little. ‘’No! Don’t fight, I’m going to separate you!’’ Y/n squeak, separating the puppies. ‘’Honey, these puppies are not Daisy and Ophelia’’ Callum laughed. Y/n giggled and looked at the interviewers. ‘’How did your labour go? And did it affect your work?’’ Y/n smiled. ‘’I was long, but it was totally worth the pain, I have two beautiful girls at home. And I think it affected my work in way that I’m more conscious of the time I’m spending away from home’’ she said, while her hand was being chased by puppies. She really fell in love with one of the puppies. ‘’What’s this little guy’s name?’’ she asked. ‘’He’s called Jazz’’ one of the women said. ‘’Callum, what was the best thing about working with Y/n?’’ As he was about to answer, a puppy ran on his leg. ‘’Hey there, little guy, uh the best thing about working with her was, uh, it was like having a safety net. During like hard scene, she was often with me, and it was reassuring, knowing that she was there with me’’ he said. ‘’Y/n, same question’’ Y/n smiled and looked at Callum. ‘’Uh, like he said – ‘’ a puppy was chewing on her hand. ‘’ – no, I’m not a toy. Uh, sorry where was I?’’ she laughs. She didn’t think she was going to give much content, she was too distracted by puppies.

The interview was sadly over, Y/n didn’t want to go. She fell in love with Jazz and wanted to bring him back home. ‘’Can we have him?’’ Y/n asked, eyes filled with happy tears. She was holding Jazz. ‘’Y/n, we have newborn twins at home, you want a puppy that’s going to grown and be enormous?’’ Callum giggled. Y/n nodded and smiled, she kissed Jazz and looked at Callum. ‘’Please, look at him! He’s adorable!’’ She squeals. ‘’But we’re already sleep deprived, we have two babies, and you want a puppy?’’ he laughed. ‘’Yes, please, please, Callum you’re the best husband and the best dad ever, please!’’ she did her puppy eyes, he wasn’t able to resist. ‘’Ok, but remember it was your idea!’’ he finally gave in.

When they entered the house, Rosemary was in the living room with the twins. ‘’Hello! How did it go?’’ she asked. ‘’Good, we have a puppy!’’ Y/n exclaims as she shows the puppy to Callum’s mom. ‘’Oh my, he’s adorable!’’ she smiles. Y/n puts the puppy on the ground and goes to her daughters. ‘’Hello my precious! Were you good for grandma?’’ she squeaks. ‘’They were angels’’ Rosemary answers.

She looked at the time, 3:16 am, she was woken up by cries, Callum was asleep, but it was okay, he already got up earlier to feed the twins, but it was Y/n’s turn. When she opened the door, Jazz was in front of it. He looked like he wanted to pee, so Y/n quickly got to Ophelia, she was crying, started to breastfeed her as she went down the stairs to bring Jazz to her pee mat. Callum woke up, because his other daughter was crying, his wife wasn’t beside him. He went in his daughter’s bedroom and took Daisy in his arms, he heard Y/n talk downstairs, so he followed the noise and found his wife, breastfeeding Ophelia and directing Jazz, at the same time. She was seated on the floor, waiting for the puppy to pee. ‘’Honey, what are you doing on the floor?’’ he yawned. ‘’Ophelia was hungry, and Jazz needed to pee, but the mat is stressing him, so I’s staying with him. Is Daisy hungry too?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I think so, give me Ophelia’’ Callum said as they exchanged daughters. She switched breast as she began to feed Daisy. Callum sat next to her. ‘’I told you it was going to be tiring’’ he smirked. ‘’Don’t be a smart butt, I’m not (yawns) tired’’ she said. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘’I love you’’ she whispers. ‘’I love you too’’ he replied. Jazz finally peed; the couple almost celebrated, that meant that they could go back to a much needed sleep.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #master of the air

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hiii! aaa. OKAY. so, what abt reader (or spencer) finally getting a new puppy after seeing that is possible to have a lovely dog and work at the bau thanks to luke, lol. and then the other one coming to their shared flat and they are like (spencer or reader, up to you who decides to get the puppy) but sweetheart- (sighs) alright we can keep it because it's cute. hehe. just tons of your lovely spencer fluff! mwah.

You were used to having animals. Growing up you had several pets from goldfish to dogs and cats and when you moved to D.C. having a little loving animal by your side was something you terribly missed. You knew that it would be hard to keep a pet by yourself, especially if it was a dog who needed to be taken out regularly. However, you no longer lived alone, you had your lovely boyfriend Spencer and you were slowly wearing him down on the topic of getting a pet.

After one night of begging, pleading and showing your best puppy dog like eyes at Spencer to go to a kennel sometime soon to look at the puppies they have up for adoption, all that Spencer said was “We’ll look into it, okay?” and that was it for the whole night. The topic wasn’t brought up again for a few days until a better offer came up.

One of your coworker’s dogs had puppies recently and was looking for a home for them. After seeing pictures of the little furballs your eyes landed on one of them and knew you needed to have it in your arms. It was a little spaniel puppy with golden fur and a brown nose, it was adorable.

After finishing a shift you picked up the needed supplies for your newest family member and headed over to pick it up.

A few hours later you were at home and playing with your new love. The puppy was energetic and was gnawing on a toy you got him, holding onto it with its paws as he kept on going. You were so distracted with the dog that you didn’t hear the front door open and close. Spencer walked in and furrowed his brows as he heard the squeak of a chew toy, it couldn’t be what he thought it was. Spencer walked to the living room and was met with you sitting on the middle of the carpet, holding a small dog in your arms.

“Sweetheart…”

“Oh Spence! Come here, I want to introduce you to someone,” Spencer walked over to you and sat down next to you, the puppy immediately crawling over to him and sniffing him. A smile crept up on Spencer’s lips and he gently petted the puppy.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“He is, but where did you get him?”

“Marla’s dog had puppies some time ago and they needed homes, so I thought why not?”

Spencer sighs and tries to hold back a chuckle as the dog bites on his fingers playfully.

“You should’ve talked to me about this first, you know.”

“I know, but you were so hesitant and I really wanted him, Spence. I’m sorry that I didn’t come to you first, but…”

The puppy crawled back over to you and licked your hand, even if Spencer wasn’t too keen on having a dog right now he was going to have a hard time keeping you two apart.

“Well it’s a bit sudden, but I think I can come around to him. Okay, let’s keep him.”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, making the dog bark and jumping up to join in on the fun. Both of you chuckled and Spencer cleared his throat,

“What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have one yet, I thought that maybe you could do the honors.”

“Okay um… Spock?”

“Spock? Really? Any other name that isn’t after a Star Trek character?”

Spencer chuckles, “I don’t know um… Sunny? I mean he does have a golden coat.”

“I love that, do you like it Sunny?”

The dog licked your face which made you giggle, “Sunny it is.”

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tartarusknight · 1 year

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The King of the Freaks | Pt 4

(Yes I am too lazy to keep writing that long title so it’s been changed from now on...)

Ao3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Eddie was kinda pissed as he stabbed at the food on his tray. "You sure they said we can't?" Gareth question, and he sounded just as Eddie felt.

"They said that we couldn't do this week," Eddie said again, and he glanced up as Steve moved to sit down next to Jeff. He was pulling something out of his backpack and it was the first time since that first time that Steve actually sat with them.

"What can't you guys do?" Steve questioned as he pulled out a container of cookies and slid them over to Jeff.

Jeff lit up even as the others looked confused. "We can't do Hellfire this week. Apparently, the drama club needs the drama room this week." Jeff explains, and Steve pauses.

His face makes a hundred micro expressions before he shrugs, "You could do it at my house. I don't really care." Steve states and moves to stand back up hit Jeff pulls him back down. "Uh, what?"

He looks confused, and it's unfair because it seems like the moment they should be confused. "Three questions. First I thought you had swimming? Second, why would you let us do it at your house? Most parents think we are a cult, and I doubt your parents would think differently. And lastly, what's up with the cookies?"

Steve looks a little embarrassed as he's forced to stay there. But he meets Eddie's gaze. "First, I do have swimming, but I don't care. Come over that night or another if you really care. Second, my parents are in either Beijing or Belgium right now, so they don't get an opinion. And the cookies are for Jeff because he helped me last weekend. He can share, or he doesn't have to, I don't care."

Eddie blinks, "you'd let us be at your house without you there?"

"Sure, why not. I doubt you'll trash the entire place. And even if you do, there's not much you could do I haven't seen before. I've had enough parties to get good at cleaning up." Steve states, and Eddie looks at the others, trying to see if they're just as confused.

"That's amazing, dude! How about we get pizza, since you'll host?" Jeff offers, and Steve gives them a tight smile. Eddie's not sure if it's because of the topic of food or the idea that they're going to take him up on the offer.

Steve nods and it’s a little sharp, “Right. Yeah just let me know date and time.” He pauses and goes back to his bag. He pauses before he can pull whatever he’s grabbed before steeling himself. “Here, just in case I’m busy.” He drops a key onto the table and practically bolts from the table.

Eddie waits for him to come back and take the key with a sike. But he doesn’t, instead Eddie sees him dodge Billy’s foot and escape out of the lunch room. “Here I thought we were adopting him.” Gareth mused and picked up the key. Jeff smacked him and took the key. “Hey!” Gareth complains.

“Yeah, I’ve actually been to his house so...” Jeff points out.

That gets Eddie back up and moving, “yeah. About that, what the hell?”

Jeff laughs, “I helped him cook. He’s been struggling with meet lately and you know my sister.” Eddie nods because it does make sense but at the same time it makes zero sense. “I bumped into him at the store...” Jeff trails off, “I think we need to try harder.”

“Harder?” Eddie squeaked and his friends gave him a look that he really wished he didn’t know.

Jeff doesn’t let that stop him though. “Well, I thought it was bad enough going from top dog to the new top dog’s chew toy but the guy is struggling. He only had condiments in his fridge even though he told me he was a good cook, which he is. Apparently he has no clue where his parents are at the moment. He had a guess but that was it. And! He has no clue when they’re coming back. I asked and he laughed it off saying maybe for Christmas. Christmas.”

“It’s not even Thanksgiving yet!” Grant states and Jeff nods.

Gareth sighs, “I’ve been bothering him during my free period. Normally just working on shit next to him... but the dude is not okay. He squints when he reads like he can’t see it well. I’m pretty sure he’s been getting migraines since he fought with Billy. And I’m 80% sure he’s partially deaf in his left ear. Cause if I whisper on that side he never responds. But he will when I sit on his right.”

“He never eats lunch,” Eddie sighs. “He always tears his food apart to make it look like he’s eating. If his fridge is empty than he might not be eating that often.”

“Well shit,” Grant sighs. “But how do we help him without it being weird.”

Eddie presses his hands together under his chin to think. “Okay, so we stop with the subtle friendship and go for it. If we’re his best friends then maybe he’ll let us help him.”

“So operation make Steve Harrington friendship bracelets is ago.” Gareth grins and Jeff throws a grape at him.

They already had access to the boy’s house. How hard could it be?

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What are your Lethal Company OC's thoughts on the items in the facilities? Any favorites? Any they dislike?

Oh boy, I am so glad you asked!!! I've put everything under a keep reading because there is a lot.

Kirby, my employee, doesn't give two craps about items. As a Xenozoologist his only concerns are observing the alien life, picking up garbage is the job of scrappers. Occasionally, if they're in his way, he'll move items to easier to reach spots, but otherwise they're entirely ignored. The only time he cares about them is when he can watch the facility life interact with them, so he might move a lamp or a noise maker into the scouting path of a Bracken just to see how they react, or prop a painting up to see if Thumpers will treat them as barriers when not actively hunting. That sort of thing! (Though he does find masks the object interesting, but I treat them more like living creatures haha)

Juno, Kirby's dog, loooves noise makers. I'd say his favorite item is the Rubber Duck because it squeaks when he chews on it. A close second would be the plastic fish, fun to chew but doesn't squeak. Things like the Toy Robot and the Teeth freak him out because they make noise unprompted which often startles him. Really, anything you'd expect a puppy to enjoy, he probably likes. Most of the objects are very new experiences for him, because 9 times out of 10 Kirby has Juno stay back in the ship when they land. He's naturally curious and adventurous, but still a puppy.

Pop-up, my jester, is a lot like Juno in the fact that he only really cares about objects that are fun to chew, and a lot like Kirby in the fact he doesn't care about them 90% of the time. I think he'd like things like Whoopie cushions and air horns because he enjoys being obnoxious, but most of the time his main goal is murder(tm). He does have a vague understanding of what items employees like, so he'll move them in places to attempt to set "traps". Because he is so small it means he can't really do that with engines or axels or cash registers, and also that you could trap him in a room by barricading it with those. Even once he has popped he can't really pick them up.

Dizy, my nutcracker, really doesn't care about objects. If they're along his path he'll usually kick them out of the way, but not pay them much mind otherwise. The only exception would be the Apparatus and the Lamp. Both of them produce a lot of light which makes his vision even blurrier and hurts his eyes, so if he comes across them on his patrol he'll shoot them until they stop glowing. He's managed to kill an employee at least once through this method, tracking the big painful spot (the lamp they were carrying) to aim his shot. Finally, Bean, my Bracken! Bean likes objects that are reflective or glow, showing a preference towards mostly metal ones. In her hidey hole she has many many cans of all sorts, which is how she got her name! Though they're reflective things like mirrors are less attractive to her, same with things like the robot which make noise. I'd say her least favorite object would be the paintings, as they leave her very frustrated. They're so pretty out in the light but as soon as she gets them into her dark hole they're not pretty anymore!

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Okay I just saw this ask and omg.

The tug of war killed me. Now all I can image though is the boys sneaking a squeaker into the belly of the bear some how so when the reader is really scared and squeezing tight it squeaks?! And the boy immediately turning and saying “aw does puppy want to play?” And reader being so confused but also then starting to associate the squeak with the bear so they get happy when they hear it. The boys teasing the reader because they are just like a real puppy excited about a squeaker, but the reader can’t help it because they have been Pavlov-ed.

Also hear me out them getting reader and bear matching collars? so bear gets leashed in the nest to?!

Also Also the simon and johnny bears in the bad cage?! my heart! so mean but also i wonder how long it would take before the reader ends up using them for comfort in the bad place. (I hope the simon bear is like a halloween skeleton bear… )

Love seeing your responses and writing as always!💕

-🎃

yeah that's seriously one of my favorites, i loved the asks and i loved writing for them.

yeah i was possessed with that tug of war thing. it popped into my head and i felt like God Himself had spoken to me. no one should be at all surprised if it pops up somewhere else in my stuff, just longer and better written

SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! it's only right you have on of your own, when johnny has been biting you to make you squeak since the first time he got his hands on you.

the pavlov of it all omggggggg. them making sure to make you squeak it nice and loud so you associate the sound with your good comfy stuffy, buy also you think chew->squeak->good because they pet you and praise you so nicely. gotta teach the dumb little puppy how to play with her toys :/ it's in the fic i just recommended (here) but i also love the idea of a vibrator attached to a chew toy, so your brain associates chewing with sexual pleasure. a very quick way to get you nice and conditioned

and with the collar - all day yes. what you wear, your stuffy wears (pretty easy since you're mostly naked, but i also present you the image of ghost agonizing over a sewing machine and desperately trying to make a mini version of your cute new outfit). you two are always matching. you wear a collar that matches the stuffy's perfectly, because of course you do! you two have to match!

simon and johnny bears in the bad cage 😔😔😔 they're there to keep you company!!! you get so scared in there all alone, and now you're not! a perfect solution! really, you should thank them.

and of course you start to see them as a comfort. they feel just like your other stuffy when held tight to your chest, it doesn't take long at all for you to start squeezing them close for any speck of comfort when all you can hear are the screams echoing off cement walls. ghost fucking loves watching you snuggle the little stuffed him for comfort. such a clear sign to him that you're giving into him more and more :') anyways yeah johnny bear and simon bear are the only nice things you get in the bad cage

(ghost and soap picked stuffies for each other - ghost is a skeleton bear and johnny is a very doofy looking bear)

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barneyfan99579 · 6 months

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tumblr i would like to properly introduce you guys to my benrey oc, Little B.

ok so first and most important thing if you squeeze him in your hand he makes a squeaky noisethat is his true form, HE IS that small HIS PASSPORT IS EXACTLY THAT SIZE… i definetly didint just think correctly when i was drawing this but now its true not normal sized passport you can squeeze him like a stress toy but if you throw him against the wall it MIGHT crack 50/50 chance of him either becoming one with the wall or it breaking he can posses objects and make them float he choses to walk most of the time even tho hes SMALL and hes been stepped on atleast 6 times he also SCOURS through black mesa vents like the lil rat he is he does this real oftently and yes he has rat friends hes also "accidentally" fallen inside scientist's experiments causing them to fail dont ask HOW. none of the scientist like that lil mf bc he ruins so many things except for OOOONEEEE that i wont be naming.. his fav UNEDIBLE food IS battery acid his fav edible food is strawberry jam sandwich he could eat it entirely and the only reason he hasnt left black mesa yet is bc he does not like his own realm not bc theres something wrong with it, hes just not satisfied ANDDD THIS GUY DOESNT REALLY ENJOY SPEAKING he only lets out squeaks sometimes (rarely) thats when scientists try talking to him he either just..stares at them, ignores them or runs tf away but hes not that fast you can hear squeaky noises when he walks or runs too he flipped one of them off once he really likes chewing on passports his bmsv is like a bunch of distorted black lines that can exist for 30 seconds to 5 mins thats why scientists see weird floating black lines sometimes around the facility you can MOLD him theres time to time where his clothes, his helmet and his body turn into clay-like he doesnt do this by himself he cant control it, but this IS kind of hard to happen and he also becomes like unconscious while this happens but if you do mold him he takes 1 hour to go back to normal if nothing touches him he takes only 2 mins to go back to normal HE CAN STILL CHANGE HIS OWN SIZE THOU but he likes being tiny the only times he'll ever change his size to bigger is to play his cello that he keeps somewhere deep in the facility n he only does it at night only being specific on the last part bc i love cellos. he can't feel pain, and he understands all languages if anyone has any other questions abt him dont be afraid to ask

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zedortoo · 1 year

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Pizza Autism: the novella

Pizza Tower autism and/or ADHD headcanons go go go!!!!

warning there is. So much under the cut. I go off about everyone's tism

Peppino:

-Middle aged man autism. Ohh my god this guy is so autism we're starting off strong

-Most of his stims are physical and are probably. Not the most healthy (biting, banging wrists together, hair pulling etc)

-He has arfid frfr! Despite being a chef he's very careful about what he eats, however most italian foods are safe foods for him.

-Struggle showing empathy, even if he feels it. Yall saw how he reacted to Gerome mourning John he was out of his depth 😭

Gustavo:

-gnome autism.

-poor dude can't understand sarcasm to save his life. Also really bad at comprehending deeper meanings and stuff... Honestly me too Gustavo. Me too.

-actually gets overstimulated really easily. he grew up in a place similar to the gnome forest in the tower, where the air was always somewhat humid. If there's a dehumidifier running anywhere he can practically sense it and will immediately get upset bc he is too dry 💔

-His stims are mainly vocal (i.e. "I'm going to kill you") but he also likes to bounce on the balls of his feet and rock back and forth!

Mr Stick:

-French autism

-Hes not actually a huge asshole all the time, SURE he can be blunt and come off as rude but most of the time the mean persona is a mask. His really close friends know he's just a weird dude

-(stole this idea from Olympe) He is a routine lover!! Has his entire day planned out as soon as he wakes up. If you get in the way of his routine you will be turned into an ambiguous ball of meat. He was SOOOO pissed off when he got stuck in the tower bc it's wasn't in his routine so he robbed the whole damn place out of malice

-Innapropriate reactions to sensetive situations. If he had to comfort someone it would be Joever for him.

-Represses most stims because he thinks he's embarrassing. When in private though he'll spend ages examining textures and smelling paper (I do this all the time it's so fun). Occasionally when he's tired or comfortable he'll let out a high pitched squeak that noone can believe came from that middle aged man.

-I could go on with more. I love talking about this cunt.

Pepperman:

-Capsicum autism.

-Also has inappropriate reactions to things. Has no vocal control either half of the time he doesn't realize he's yelling

-Has a habit of chewing on/wanting to taste everything. Ate several wardrobes worth of Polly pocket clothes as a kid probs. Has to physically stop himself from giving his art supplies a taste. Occasionally eats an eraser still.

-If someone reorganizes his shit they WILL be killed this dude knows exactly where everything he needs is he has his own fucked up system

-Mainly uses stim toys. Has a collection of high end custom made ones but is too afraid of wearing them out so he chews on a toy dog bone instead and it's mangled to BITS

Vigilante:

-Cheese autism.

-This dude has know idea what autism actually is. He knows he's different compared to a lot of people, but he's never had the right word for it.

-Strong sense of justice. If something is wrong he WILL set it right. He got super upset when he realized Peppino wasn't actually an outlaw and he had tried to kill an innocent dude

-HATES HATES HATES processed foods. says he can taste the chemicals.

-Doesnt really stim in public. He'll tap his boot or spin the barrel of his gun if he gets really overstimulated but he much prefers to just pet some of his farm animals until he feels better

Noise:

-Rat autism!!

-This dude constantly needs to be overstimulated he loves it. If things are too quiet he gets super upset and starts bouncing off the walls and shit

-HATES the texture of carbonated drinks but forces himself to drink them because the flavour is worth it.

-Hes has like, three masks on at all times. There's the feral showbiz fella we all know and love, then beneath that is a more controlled businessman type, and beneath THAT is another, slightly less feral rat man.

-goes semi verbal sometimes. Everything just gets tangled up in his mind and he can't spit out the words he wants. He hates it when this happens during a show.

Noisette:

-Bunny autism!!!

-classic weirdgirl type. Would totally read warrior cats and roleplay as a cat on the playground as a kid.

-Also really bad with understanding emotions. You have to tell her specifically if she's upset you or something otherwise she just will not realize.

-makes a lot of vocal stims. Mainly just little beeps and stuff (I like to think she'd make that one jerma substitute teacher noise. Does anyone know what I'm talking about) Also loves to rock back and forth!!

-Has texture issues. She personally disposed of all the Sherpa fleece in the tower.

Fake peppino:

-autism supreme.

-like fr this dude is just the embodiment of autism. it eats vaccines to get more autistic/j

-cant understand when it's making someone upset. Actually, similar to Noisette, is bad at perceiving negative emotions overall.

-mirrors a lot. I mean that's like an integral part of their character. They mainly take after Peppino but will start acting like someone if he's around them long enough.

-melts into a puddle when overstimulated. Honestly? I wish I could do that too.

-Mainly mirrors stims from friends. It freaked everyone out when they started repeating Gustavo's catchphrase.

Pizzahead:

-PIZZA AUTISM!!!

-horrible moral compass this dude will do anything she wants and genuinely won't see what's wrong with it. Case in point the whole of pizza tower

-used to mask her true silly self a lot to be considered more 'normal' but decided normal ppl were boring as hell and dropped the charade

-arfid haver!! Loves pastries and breads and stuff, basically refuses to eat anything else. Has a personal vendetta against cantaloupe and has vowed to destroy it all bc he hates it soooo much

-taps his foot as a stim!! Also likes to jump around and the like, will rapidly shake their fists if incredibly excited

Gerome:

-Rock autism

-This guy loves his own company. Sure, he'll happily be social, but drops the mask as soon as he's alone. Just likes to be alone!

-Also not big on touch. The only person who's allowed to lay a finger on him is John, if anyone else just like. pats him on the back he will freeze up.

-loves being a janitor because the job is mostly repetitive. He cleans each floor in his own order, he has it all sorted out!

-loves bath bombs and stuff. Really likes the smells and just the fizz and the way they crumble in his fingers. Sometimes he'll just throw one in the sink and watch it for ages

-makes this weird clicking noise in the back of his throat as a stim. It's a rather unsettling noise but it's really the only way he stims in public. When alone he likes to feel textures of different things

John:

-hivemind autism!

-I feel bad for this dude man imagine having your being spread out through several different pocket dimensions and all of them have different textures and shot this poor bugger must've been overstimulated for years

-very blunt. Says what he wants with no remorse. Also doesn't have any volume control so often doesn't realize he's yelling

-I imagine when he was resurrected and was no longer a hivemind he had to take a long time alone just being himself. Duuuude imagine having to mask for YEARS because you were never ever alone I would lose my fucking marbles

-opposite of his brother, he doesn't understand personal space. Will often accidentally get I'm ppls faces because he doesn't realize how close he is to them. This also makes him somewhat clumsy and he has a habit of running into things

-Mainly has facial/expression stims. Will pull a big ol' grimace if something goes wrong and grin like an idiot when happy (see: when he got revived)

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